A few notes about anthro flamingos in this setting.

Flamingos, regardless of sex, are always quite feminine, both due to their pink feathers and their bodily proportions. They have a natural hourglass figure, wide hips, a sizable rear, and most notably, immensely long legs. Their legs can naturally account for over 60% of their total height and are proportioned accordingly, with their rear, hips, and thighs benefiting from their lower body’s measurements rather than the upper body's. Their legs add to their height, making them a taller species, able to reach heights upwards of 100 inches.

Along with their femininity, flamingos are a naturally sexual species. Their delicate feathers and awkward proportions trend them towards warmer climates and more revealing outfits. They are quite sexually charged even in casual situations, with their bodies having a menagerie of physical habits to facilitate this, such as walking with a strut, keeping their back arched as they stand, and sticking their rear out behind them when they sit.

To accompany these traits, flamingos also have a notoriously quick recovery time when it comes to sexual encounters, able to fully recover from intense sessions within just a few minutes. All these factors contribute to flamingos tending to live a promiscuous lifestyle, thus resulting in a lack of desire to settle down with another flamingo and take on the responsibility of raising children. As a result, flamingo population numbers and birth rates are rather low, making them quite a rare species.


A quick note about the setting:

Magic exists, and it has wide ranging applications in many aspects of the world. Despite this, the world is effectively modern, at least to the invention of smart devices and home electronics.

Sexuality permeates nearly all aspects of adult life, with even more unusual fetishes being accepted as normal, facilitated, or even commodified.



In a hotel room, in two separate beds lay a pair of flamingos. The left bed, closer to the window, had a woman named Magnolia, standing at 7’8” inches, while the right had her son, Joy, who stood at 8’ evenly. They were here to drop Joy off at a college nearby, an institution meant to aid in his magical studies, the very same one where both his parents initially met, though his father was too caught up with business affairs to attend this trip.

Both the mother and son were awoken by the latter’s phone alarm, though only the former had the intention of getting up. Magnolia stretched in her bed with a sigh, awakening and orienting herself in the dark room before she shut off the alarm and turned herself towards the covered window, swinging her legs off the bed and sitting up. She wore nothing to bed, not even lingerie to hide her curvaceous form, but she was undeterred by her nudity even in the presence of her son. She had spent nearly two decades being a responsible parent to raise Joy, abstaining from overt sexuality despite her desires, so once he came of age she returned to being just as lewd as she’d been in her youth.

Sexuality was hardly uncommon between parents and their adult offspring, and in a flamingo family, this was amplified even further, having no barriers towards incestuous encounters, save for fetishistic satisfaction. Nonetheless, Joy was unique among flamingos. He held quite the apprehension towards sexuality, having always been too embarrassed and generally prudent to indulge his desires, always suppressing his usual flamingo habits as well.

Magnolia stood from the bed, fully revealing herself as she approached the curtains drawn over the window, pulling them open to let the daylight inside, much to the annoyance of Joy, who turned himself over in bed to shield himself from the light. He reached a hand back towards the window, a translucent hand apparating and grabbing the curtain then trying to pull it shut. Magic was an exercise in intention, so Joy gesturing his arm back was a way to help focus his magic, though his mother was far more adept in the arcane, and needed no such gestures to manifest a similar trick.

A pair of hands appeared beneath Joy’s covers, suddenly going to his torso and grabbing at his thinnest point, feeling him up for just a half second before his actual hands went down and pushed them away. Along with his prudence came an apprehension toward physical contact. That caused him to drop the magical effect and wake him up properly now, sitting up in his bed with a sudden gasp.

“Morning, honey. You sleep well?”

“Don’t grope me like that… and yes, thank you.”

“I have room service coming up soon, so make yourself decent.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s naked.”

“Yes, but I am going to go shower now and you’re still lying in bed. If you’d like to join me, you’re always welcome.”

Joy had seen both his parents’ naked bodies uncountable times before, though he still averted his vision from his mother. She had an extremely attractive body, though that was standard for flamingos, and Joy felt more than a bit of guilt whenever he’d catch himself lusting over her, even if she’d love it.

Joy sat up in his bed, wearing a typical pair of long sleeved silk pajamas that did well to cover his upper body, though due to the sheer size of his legs, the pants seemed nearly painted onto his curvy lower body, lacking any wrinkles, and stopping before they even reached his ankles. Joy’s parents always bought him these prudent clothes, even if they didn’t approve of them, but many clothing manufacturers simply didn’t make pants long enough to fit flamingos due to their unique proportions, low population, and lack of desire to cover their legs.

The mother made her way to the bathroom, beginning to run the shower while admiring herself in the mirror, feeling the usual pride in her body. Her form looked remarkably younger than it actually was, having a flawless figure that would outshine other females in their prime. Much of this was from her species, but good dieting and a healthy lifestyle also played a part. She was about to step into the shower when a knocking was heard at the door of their room. The hotel staff was ever punctual, arriving within minutes of their appointments, especially for someone who ordered one of their more premium services.

While Joy silently sighed at the thought of more company, Magnolia stepped out of the bathroom and opened the door, revealing a male, white furred, sighthound. The canine wore a red bellhop’s uniform and a soft grin as the door was opened, though his eyes went wide and a deep blush spread across his face as he saw who had opened the door. His smile turned to an expression of shock and embarrassment as he stared at the naked flamingo woman, clearly not having been informed about the species of guest he’d be attending to. He carried a covered platter of food, one that nearly slipped out of his hands, though was luckily caught by the flamingo’s hand as it began to tip over.

It was the feeling of having the platter tip over then get caught that caused the canine to regain his senses, blinking and finally prying his eyes away from the woman’s breasts and up to her own gaze, finding her staring back with a smug grin. He only stood at around 5’9” and couldn’t help but be a bit intimidated by the much larger woman, who promptly lifted her right leg, and in a show of dexterity, wrapped it around his side, then gently nudged him forwards into the room.

“M-My apologies, ma’am! My name is Parker, I’m here with room service.”

“Why thank you~. Such a polite young man you are, but how about you set the food down for now and help me in the shower~?”

Parker had returned to a professional demeanor, walking straight backed and with a balance in his posture as he nodded and stepped past the woman, placing the food down on the table near the TV, giving a small glance over at Joy, their eyes meeting momentarily as if to wordlessly ask him if he needed anything, before returning to Magnolia upon receiving no response. She led him into the bathroom, closing the door to trap the heat inside but leaving it unlocked in case Joy wanted to join them.

In the bathroom Parker began to undress himself, undoing the buttons of his shirt before Magnolia knelt down in front of him, her soft, feathered hands wrapping around his waist and sneaking into his pants, slowly sliding them down his legs. Her feathers felt like silk, and her movements were smooth and graceful, having been honed over decades of seduction and sexuality, and she had no intention here of holding back for this boy, not that he really minded, his cock already growing quite erect from just the sight and idea of her.

She slid down his pants, having him step out of his shoes while at the same time his shirt came undone, finally leaving them both naked. The flamingo stood, grabbing the dog’s hand and leading him into the shower with her. Due to her height, the water landed fully on her back, leaving only a few drops for Parker, though he began to clean her off at her command and guidance, his hands running through her heavenly feathers and over her soft, supple curves. Clearly, this was more for pleasure than utility, as whenever Parker caught himself rubbing some of her more curvaceous areas a bit more intently than usual, she didn’t chastise him, instead even leaning into the sensation to encourage him further.

While this encouragement helped to further Parker’s arousal, Magnolia soon realized it would never be enough to persuade him to make the first move like she wanted. He was an employee after all, he was there to serve her, and the risk of doing something she did not explicitly ask for was simply too high. Eventually, she took charge and raised her right leg, sticking it almost straight up in the air in an impressive display of flexibility, though did so rather slowly due to the moderately cramped shower. She placed her leg on his shoulder and pulled him against her body, the warm water washing over them both as she lowered her left leg so their crotches were at least moderately aligned.

“Ma’am? Are you sure it’s safe to do this in the shower? Especially on just one leg…”

“I’m a flamingo, honey~. Our legs are made for this. Just go at your own pace and don’t worry about me, I’ve done this dozens of times~.”

Even with the reassurance, Parker was still a bit uncertain, starting slow at first as he pushed his cock into the avian’s wet and waiting hole. Among a number of other traits that allow flamingos to be so sexually adept, their holes had the unique trait of returning back to the tightness of a virgin given enough time after any given sexual encounter, regardless of circumstances. As a result, the canine found his cock engulfed in a wonderful warmth as he penetrated her, affirming for himself the rumors about flamingos. Her hole was perfectly tight to practically milk his cock, yet was still loose enough to allow for easy movements. It was smooth enough to allow for seamless thrusts, yet had enough friction to grip his cock and cause intense pleasure.

Magnolia let out a soft moan upon being penetrated by the boy, who took the liberty of grabbing her sides for more support as he began to slowly thrust, finding that the resistance of her hole didn’t increase the deeper he got. Someone as experienced as Magnolia could tell quite a bit about someone from having sex with them, like how it seemed the canine was a virgin, something rather odd for a line of work revolving around customer service, though she assumed he was a new hire. 

Similarly, due to his inexperience, she could tell from the very start he was trying to hold back his orgasm, going slower than necessary for his pleasure. She didn’t mind him holding back, after all, sexual pleasure was hardly uncommon, so one missed opportunity was practically nothing. In actuality, his virginity perhaps made this more enjoyable for Magnolia, as she often derived pleasure from pleasing others. She was loving the way Parker enjoyed her body in his own fashion, the desire for sexual pleasure being nearly drowned out by this entertainment, though she did occasionally focus on the pleasure his cock brought, just to convince him he was doing this properly.

The webbed feet of the flamingo allowed her to stay balanced, just as she suggested, even allowing her to maintain the one legged stance without relying on the boy for support, though Parker lacked the same level of confidence on the wet flooring, and the occasional tensing of his muscles and minor adjustments for the sake of balance would repeatedly suppress the pleasure he felt. 

Nonetheless, his lack of experience in combination with the sheer pleasure the flamingo’s hole brought him meant he couldn’t hold back his climax for particularly long. The knot at the base of his cock had been pounding against the flamingo’s hole with every thrust, but finally, as he failed to withhold his pleasure, it thrust particularly firmly into the avian’s pussy, which spread to take the size with relative ease. His body pressed up against the flamingo’s to the point of relying on her for balance while his cock blew its load into her, pumping thick ropes of seed inside.
 
There was no risk of pregnancy due to the difference in species, meaning neither of them had to worry about any form of protection. Their pleasure could be experienced uninhibited by long term consequences. Nonetheless, their pleasure was short lived as Parker’s orgasm subsided, leaving him panting as he held on to the flamingo, who promptly turned off the water.

“First time with a flamingo~?” Said Magnolia

“U-Uh… yeah… was it obvious?”

“A bit, but I like that~.”

The dog blushed again then finally removed himself from the flamingo as she set down her leg, stepping out of the shower to dry off. Magnolia began drying herself with a towel she set out, then tossed a separate towel from beneath the sink to Parker, who caught it and began drying off as well. To the dog, everything about this bird was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Even watching her dry off, seeing that towel run over her slender yet shapely form, was better than any porn he’d seen.

After drying off, semen notably still dripping from her pussy, Magnolia caught Parker’s clothes on her foot and lifted her leg, tossing the outfit to the dog in a swift kick, which he dropped the towel and caught, having been given enough time to dry off.
“You’re welcome to stay with us and eat breakfast if you’d like, Parker.”

The offer wasn’t exactly meant to be declined, instead, just a way to have her temporary lover vocalize his desires out loud, but after the dog hesitated for a moment as if repeating what he just heard in his mind, he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’ve already stayed for longer than I was supposed to. Thank you for the uh… pleasure, and it was nice to meet you, but I must be going.”

Even as he declined her offer and said his goodbye he maintained a distinct professionalism, the very same formal tone that he brought as he first entered the room, not even trying to catch a final look at his flamingo lover as he left.


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Joy had been dreading leaving the hotel room, though the necessity drew ever closer as he and his mother had finished eating breakfast and he took his own shower. The pajamas he wore last night were the only pair of proper clothes he brought on this trip, and they’d be returning with his mother, as he wouldn’t exactly be wearing clothes during his time at the college.

Rather, he’d be wearing a rather particular piece of clothing, one that was magically imbued. Said outfit, when not worn, only appeared to be a thin yet long length of interconnected golden chains, looking akin to jewelry, easily small enough to easily become hidden beneath the flamingo’s feathers when worn. It would fit over his form akin to a full body harness, held in place by its own tightness alone, though it didn’t obstruct any of the body’s natural movement.

By itself the chain covered nothing, it wasn’t even a step up from nudity, though once worn its magical properties would activate, causing a light gray skin tight suit to form over the wearer’s body. The suit itself, while it must be skin tight, can otherwise be customized in any way the wearer sees fit. It occupied a strange space between illusion and reality, both able to be felt by others and even the wearer themself, yet still giving the wearer the feeling of nakedness as if they were wearing nothing, and its tentative realness allowed its appearance to be changed in any way the wearer desired. Joy chose a deep gray coloration over the entirety of his body, trying to draw minimal attention to himself.

It was a wonder his mother was able to convince him to wear the suit at all, much less for the entirety of his stay at the college, though part of it was due to him taking his Arcane Aptitude Assessment, a prerequisite test for joining the college to judge an individual's current supernatural attunement, while wearing the suit, and thus forcing all his future assignments and assessments at the college to be viewed through the lens of the enhanced power the outfit granted him.

The outfit itself was what was referred to as a focus: an accessory that acted as a supplement to one’s magical abilities, typical in a general sense though certain focuses could put an emphasis on certain types of magic. Focuses could come in various different makes, such as clothes, held items, piercings, markings, or even familiars, though all serve the same general purpose.

This particular focus was made by Joy’s mother back when she was in college. Even back then she was an adept artificer, and through effort and passion, had grown her craft to become extraordinary. Over the years she had been refining and perfecting this suit for the sole purpose of allowing Joy to wear it when he got to college, or perhaps even earlier had he so desired it. By now, the item was her magnum opus, far greater than anything that was publicly available, and as Joy stared at himself in the mirror after dawning the suit, he certainly felt it.

The amplification the suit provided to him resonated through his body, providing him with what felt like an endless reserve of magic to use as he saw fit. Unfortunately due to his inexperience with the suit itself and his general lack of aptitude with magic, he was about as ill fitted as one could be to don such a wondrous item.

Any magic created by an individual exerts a certain amount of arcane power, an inner resource that takes time to refill. Training and experience can increase the efficiency of arcane power, the amount an individual can hold, and the speed at which it rejuvenates. The suit Joy wore acts as a manner of battery, storing his own arcane power when his own body can hold no more, and as such it regenerates at the rate of his own natural magical reserves. The appearance of the suit itself is a subconsciously generated form of magic, and thus the amount of magic it is storing can be measured in the amount of the suit that is apparent. The suit will dissipate as its magical reserves are depleted, beginning in less intrusive areas like the wrists and ankles, though continuing to reveal more of the wearer’s body as it was further depleted, eventually resulting in complete nudity, which could take hours to regenerate due to Joy’s rather lackluster arcane capabilities.

It was originally designed simply as a way to regulate Magnolia’s body temperature at the college, as flamingos were adapted to warmer climates, and the college itself was in a cooler area. Along with being a magical focus, the suit still served its original purpose, and thus, along with the fact that it kept itself clean, other articles of clothing were hardly necessary. In prior discussions Joy insisted that it would be necessary to bring other outfits in case this one was damaged, to which his mother asserted with astounding confidence that there was “not a single thing on that campus capable of damaging that suit.”

The skintight suit was unavoidably sexy, hugging his figure flawlessly while providing virtually no actual restriction to the wearer, to the point where the natural bounce of Joy’s sizable curves were visible even while it was worn. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be worn beneath any other outfits, as it would dissolve anything it deemed as dirty or unsanitary, and while it probably shouldn’t consider regular clothes to be part of that category, Magnolia never saw it as an issue, and thus never got around to fixing it.

While admiring himself in the mirror wearing the focus, he let out a sigh, having, not for the first time, caught himself lusting over his own body. He was always so embarrassed about other people lusting over him, but he certainly understood why. He let out a sigh as he finally opened the bathroom door, finding his mother had gotten dressed in the room while he was showering.

Being an artificer, specifically specializing in tailoring, Magnolia always looked for opportunities to try out her new creations. She knew her crafts inside and out, but testing was always a necessary part of the creative process. On her legs, she wore a pair of tall boots, colored white and covering the entirety of her long legs, to the point of her crotch being less than an inch from the edge of the boots. The pair of footwear was almost comically long, though larger objects allowed for more magical imbuement. They had a pair coloration, the smooth material being adorned with an image of roses, the thorned stem trailing its way up the length to a collection of flowers on her thighs.

These boots held a form of very minor hypnosis. Any form of mind control in public areas was subject to the rule of law, and thus couldn’t be too powerful, too distracting, or break any other restrictions that Magnolia was quite familiar with. These boots only served to seduce those who viewed them. It would draw the attention of anyone who saw them, then cause their mind to be filled with arousing thoughts about the wearer, suddenly finding them to be immensely attractive. While the hypnosis was quite potent, it was very unintrusive. The viewer would know they were being influenced while it was happening, it could not apply to people who were focusing on other tasks or otherwise distracted, and it could easily be stopped if the viewer decided they no longer wanted it.

Mind control of this nature, either for beauty or seduction, was quite common in fashion products, and thus seeing one worn in public would hardly be out of the ordinary, and although such massive boots certainly were atypical, they could easily be seen as simple flamingo eccentricity. Aside from the boots, she also wore another custom made item for her upper body. This one looked more akin to a pure black leotard, though closer inspection would reveal that it looked as if it were made of long wrappings of intertwining fabric. At her mental command, tendrils of fabric could exude from the back of the suit, slowly unwrapping it in a similar manner to Joy's outfit, and would move however she desired, being connected to her mind as if they were extra limbs.

“Oh, you look lovely~!” 

Joy’s mother said as she laid eyes upon her son, approaching him and wrapping him in a hug, a series of tendrils unwrapped from her leotard and hugged him as well.

“Thanks, Mommy…” He said as he returned the hug, his magical focus doing nothing to shield the sensation of her clothes, or the feeling of the bare feathers on her back as her outfit unraveled itself. Her arms remained on his upper back, though the tendrils slowly began to slide down his form until he pulled away just before they touched his ass. She only gave a cheeky grin at the attempted touch.

With that, they exited their room and checked out of the hotel. The hotel itself was only a walking distance from the college campus, so they opted out of paying for a ride like they did from the airport. All of Joy’s luggage had already been brought to his room on campus via magical transportation, leaving him and his mother without anything to carry, save for a purse that Magnolia wore that carried her clothes and personal items using a pocket dimension.

Without decency laws, any fetish was allowed to be fulfilled even in public spaces provided that they were not disruptive. As such, blatantly sexual acts were quite a common sight outdoors, from taurs with companions riding beneath them, impaled by their cock, to individuals that were bound wholly in rubber and being guided by a master with a leash, at times even on all fours, or even simpler things like males waiting on benches being approached by total strangers who would, after asking permission, straddle their erect cock. Even with the facilitation of nearly all fetishes being possible, there was a certain charm to more simple forms of sexual gratification. No amount of extreme indulgences could silence the inherent instinct that a naturally sexy body set off, and as such, Joy and his mother were the targets of more than a few stares from passersby, only amplified by Magnolia’s legwear. This was common for the both of them, and while Joy attempted to ignore it, Magnolia often would indulge the interested individuals by turning her body in just the right way to pose for them, or even unraveling her top piece momentarily to flash a glimpse of her chest or crotch.

While they walked, Joy caught himself admiring his mother’s legs more than a few times. The way they moved as she strutted, their sheer length, the sway of her hips… it almost made him want to strip off her boots and stuff his face between her thighs, but he would always push these thoughts out of his head when he reminded himself that he was literally being hypnotized. It was while he was entranced that his mother stopped walking, something he barely noticed until she leaned to the side, putting her head in view of his eyes with a friendly, though rather smug, grin upon seeing her son fall victim to the magic of her boots.

“How about we stop here and get some breakfast?”

Suddenly blinking, then blushing, Joy looked up at the cafe they stopped at. It was named “Dragon’s Brewery.” Visible through the front windows, as well as exiting, were a myriad of dragon anthros. Dragons were a rather rare species for a number of reasons, and the large number of them present here, as well as the very name of the establishment, indicated that this was a cafe themed around transformation.

“Uhh… sure.”

Joy was rather impartial. While he hadn’t had breakfast, flamingos had rather low appetites in general so as to maintain their physique. He imagined his mother wasn’t too hungry either, and was instead interested in transformation. Stepping inside the cafe, the interior looked much larger, and more crowded, than the exterior showed off. Like many restaurants that could afford it, this cafe used a pocket dimension to fit more space inside the actual building than was physically possible. It even had a second story with chairs and tables lining a balcony along the wall.

Likely due to the influx of travelers as a new semester was about to begin, there were multiple people taking orders and preparing coffee and other foods at the counter. Nonetheless, it still took about 15 minutes or so to get to the counter, giving Joy plenty of time to look around at the draconic decoration and the patrons enjoying their drinks. The collection of customers was a myriad of multicolored dragons, as well as a few people who were only partially transformed.

Eventually, they got to the front and Joy’s mother took charge in giving their orders to the employee, who unsurprisingly was also a dragon. Dragons were physically large and mentally proud creatures, and the employees, who in all likelihood were only transformed into dragons, seemed to embody that as a form of advertisement. This woman was about 7’8, her scales were a vibrant red save for a yellow countershading that almost painted an hourglass figure onto her with the way it curved inwards on her midsection. Her outfit seemed far too small to fit, with her top, a simple short sleeved shirt, only having one button right on her chest seemingly struggling to contain her large breasts, with her nipples poking hard against the shirt and her areola visible both above and beneath the shirt. She wore a skirt on her waist, though it barely even attempted to cover her crotch or ass, while a pair of panties with an obvious camel toe covered her crotch. The entire uniform bore the cafe’s colors.

“Welcome to Dragon’s Brewery, what can I get you two today?”

“So how long do these transformations last?”

“They last indefinitely while you remain inside the store, though once you leave they’ll start wearing off. A full body TF will wear off in about an hour.”

“Hmm… Joy, what do you want?”

“Just get me anything, I don’t really care.”

Magnolia gave a pout at her son’s answer, a bit disappointed that he didn’t share the same enthusiasm that she did.

“Alright, then how about I order and you go find us a table?”

“No problem. Don’t do anything weird, alright? I don’t wanna be some… two dicked 12 ft tall dragon with four breasts when we get to the campus.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Though that does sound fun…”

With that he left and went to go find a table, eventually making his way upstairs and claiming a seat that was just left vacant by a now feral dragon that proudly walked past Joy with its head held high. The cups and plates left on the table would automatically teleport back down to the preparation area after going unused for a few minutes, and Joy didn’t mind the minor amount of crumbs left by the individual previously here. The seat was by a window, though the pane of glass Joy stared out of onto the street wasn’t technically a window, instead, it was an illusion caused by magic to truly sell the idea that the building was two stories tall.

Before too long Joy’s mother came back with their drinks as well as a collection of muffins in a bag, all the items being held by the tendrils of her clothes. Joy caught her attention and she made her way upstairs, finding the seat and sitting down with a rather large smile on her face, Joy immediately getting suspicious that she had something up her sleeve.

“Thanks for ordering, mommy. This isn’t gonna turn me into some massive futa dragon in heat, right?”

“I promise it won’t turn you into any sort of weird or sexual dragon, alright?”

“And it won’t like… give me tits or something, right?”

“Nope. I mean, if you want tits you can have some of my drink, but then you’ll be a dragon.”

She looked sincere in her words, though even then Joy was skeptical. Magnolia began to drink, and almost instantly her body began to change. Starting at her midsection, her pink feathers began to be replaced with identically colored scales, the process spreading over her body slowly, though speeding up for a few seconds after she drank more coffee. Joy held the coffee in his hands, eventually deciding to believe his mother and take a few sips.

The first thing he noticed was that it was delicious, feeling immediately refreshing for his body, though secondly, he felt magic begin to flow through him. At first, he assumed this was simply a form of rejuvenating magic, something not uncommon for food items, though that was only because his outfit covered up much of his body. It wasn’t until about a minute or so in that he noticed the feathers on the backs of his hands turning to scales colored a deep green. He let out a sigh as he looked down at his body, immediately realizing he couldn’t actually see his body and that he didn’t have the experience with his suit to remove certain sections of it to check.

“I thought you said I wasn’t gonna turn into anythi-”

“Drink your coffee, Joy~”

Magnolia simply stated in a rather assertive voice, anticipation deep in her tone. The command was simple, and there didn’t seem to be any sort of magic in her voice, though the thought of disobeying it didn’t even cross his mind. Meanwhile, it was clear that Magnolia had grown quite a bit from finishing her coffee. She was a clean 10 ft tall, her body covered in pink scales, a long thick tail protruding from her rear, large wings attached to her back, her beak replaced with a snout, as well as numerous other draconic body parts.

Meanwhile, Joy eventually finished his coffee and his transformation. His body was covered in dark green scales, looked similarly reptilian like his mother, though notably lacked any wings on his back, and had shrunk to 6 ft to contrast his mother. Once he finished, he couldn’t help but feel both enraptured and intimidated by his mother. She was so tall… and he always thought she was sexy, but now with these scales, the massive wings, and the sharp claws, she was beyond perfect. Nonetheless, while he didn’t really want to question his mother, he also knew he shouldn’t just let her lie to him like that.

“Now, I thought you said I wasn’t gonna transform into anything.”

“Ah ah ah~, I said you weren’t going to transform into a dragon. But you aren’t a dragon, Joy, you’re a kobold~.”

Joy looked down at his body then over his shoulder, realizing she was right. Why did he even ask that question without checking his own body, let alone questioning a dragon at all? That was stupid. He was stupid. If not for his mother he’d barely be able to function, though compared to a perfect, sexy dragon like her, a dimwitted kobold like him was nothing… These thoughts certainly began to eat at Joy, something clear to Magnolia as he slumped his shoulders and looked down in a dejected manner.

“What do kobolds do best, Joy?”

“Uh… they worship dragons.”

“Good boy~!”

She leaned in and reached a hand out, scratching under his chin and causing him to immediately perk up and lean into the scratches. If kobolds could purr, he certainly would be doing so now as he enjoyed the attention from his mother. No amount of self loathing could supersede the opinions of a dragon, of course, so if she said he was a good boy, then he was, without question, a good boy. That certainly made him feel a bit better about things, now more content than ever to be the obedient kobold he was meant to be.

Magnolia was quite content with the outcome of their drinks, although she found herself a bit unprepared at the moment. She knew she should put this newfound obedience she instilled in Joy to good use, though the restaurant was rather crowded, the table was rather small, once they left the transformation would begin to wear off, and she didn’t want to do anything that would make Joy too mad once he returned to normal.

“Can you do something for me, Joy~?”

“Of course, mommy, anything you want!”

He suddenly was at attention once the chin scratches stopped, looking at her with a smile and an eagerness she hadn’t seen in her son since he was young. Magnolia’s suit unraveled almost fully, four long tendrils protruding from her back and going to wrap around each of Joy’s limbs, something he happily allowed to happen. They hoisted him up over the table belly down while his neck craned up to look at her, enamored with her appearance.

“Joy, do you remember how to channel your magic into certain parts of your body?”

“Of course!”

“Good boy~, now I want you to focus every ounce of your magic on your cum production, alright? I want your next orgasm to be as big as possible!”

“Yes, mommy!”

She knew that Joy was hardly an adept magic user, so this was mostly to get his suit to fully recede and expose his crotch. Joy took a deep breath and began to focus, and slowly the suit began to recede. Clearly, this was more magic than he had ever handled before, and it would likely take at least a few minutes given the rate the suit was dissipating. Admittedly she had no real idea exactly how large his orgasm would be, as while she knew how much magic her suit could hold, she also knew Joy was inexperienced and thus inefficient with his magic usage. A true master of one’s own body could use the amount of magic the suit provided to cum a swimming pool’s worth of semen, though Magnolia would be surprised if Joy could manage over a gallon.

“So, Joy, what exactly do you think of your mommy now?”

“You’re perfect, mommy! You’re everything I could ever dream of! I’m lucky to even see you, let alone have the opportunity to serve you! I will be your obedient little kobold forever!”

She couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness, though she knew that it wouldn’t last, not that she wanted to turn his son into a permanently subservient reptile anyway. While they waited, the tendrils snaked up and down Joy’s scaled limbs, teasing him with their touches, but eventually, his body was left nude, his cock already erect and protruding from his genital slit from the arousal of simply admiring his mother.

“Now, I just want you to relax and let me pleasure you. If you want to moan, then moan. Just don’t be too loud~.”

Joy gave a nod as his mother reached in and began stroking his cock. Given the size difference between the two of them, she only needed her right hand to stroke him, while the left picked up and popped the lid on the empty cups at the table, setting one up right below Joy’s cock and the other right beside the first. While she stroked, Joy began to moan softly, slowly increasing in volume though never to the point of disrupting any table around them, all the while Magnolia began to shower her son with praise, knowing it would be ecstasy to him.

“Gooooood boy~... You’re mommy’s good little kobold~. You’re such a beautiful, wonderful servant to me, Joy~. There’s nobody else I’d rather have than you~... You’re absolutely perfect to me, Joy~... Now cum for mommy~...”

She gave the final command and Joy let out one last moan, his cock twitching and his body tensing up as he shot his load into the cup beneath him. Each rope of cum lasted multiple seconds, and his mother continued to stroke him to help him ride out his orgasm. It wasn’t long before the first cup filled up, Joy being stuck in a state of constant orgasm for the time being as the cups were swapped, only for the second to rapidly become filled as well, prompting Magnolia to improvise. She quickly and rather inelegantly raised her son up to her face, taking his cock into her mouth as she put his hands atop her head for balance, then swallowed the rest of his seed, cumming multiple pints into her throat alone.

The cum she drank filled her with her son’s magic, and without a magical focus to soak it up, she felt practically bursting with arcane energy. Having so much magic inside her ran the risk of random outbursts of magic that could do just about anything she was capable of doing, so she decided to use some of this magic immediately. Being so overwhelmed by the sudden influx of cum and magic, she did the first thing that came to her mind, focusing on the mass amount of cum in her stomach and willing it to a new location and purpose.

Being as sexual of a person as she was, she just so happened to be thinking of something sexual at the time, and thus caused an egg to be formed in her womb from the cum. It was quite large, just over the size of a football, and needed to be laid immediately. She pulled Joy away while he was still recovering from the orgasm, setting him back down in his chair, then practically fell out of her chair and squatted onto the ground, taking a few seconds of firm pushing to force the egg out of her body, all while holding her snout shut so she didn’t let out loud moans of pleasure during the orgasmic birth. She simply sat there for a bit as she recovered. Flamingos naturally had extremely quick recovery times for sexual acts, and she began to miss that aspect of her original form as she sat there and tried to catch her breath as a dragon.

Joy regained his own bearings first, hopping onto the ground and kneeling down next to his mother, putting a hand on the egg to make sure it wouldn’t start rolling away if anything touched it.

“Mommy! Are you alright? Did I do too much?”

“N-No, honey. You’re completely fine. I just… didn’t think far enough ahead, heh. Here, you hold that egg and I’ll hold you.”

She took one last deep breath then pushed herself to her feet, picking up Joy into her arms once he picked up the egg. The item, while non fertilized, was brimming with magical potential. Even touching it Joy felt this magic begin to seep into him. For all intents and purposes, it was a magical item now, though it certainly lacked the level of quality that Magnolia would put her name to. It was quite delicate, rather difficult to use, and would go bad in a few days given the fact that it still was an egg, but anyone that touched it would feel the same magic Joy channeled earlier flowing through them, and their cum production would be quite heavily increased as long as they were touching it. This was mostly the reason why Magnolia wanted Joy to hold it.

With their meal finished, Magnolia put the lids back on the cups and brought them along as the two of them left, her arms still holding her son while her clothing’s tendrils held the cups. They began to make their way to the campus, the transformations slowly wearing off as Magnolia soon had to let Joy down when her strength waned and his size returned, and Joy began to carry the egg as less of a prized possession and more of a generic item. After a while of mostly silence, their transformations turning mostly normal aside from a few stray scales here and there and a few remaining inches of height discrepancy, Magnolia decided to break their silence, especially upon realizing that his mind returned to normal, something clearly signified as he began to grow quite self conscious about the fact that his outfit resembled little more than a pair of short shorts and a crop top.

“So uh… What’d you think of breakfast? I thought it was delicious.”

“It was good, though you could’ve told me about the transformation thing.”

Magnolia was relieved that at least Joy wasn’t giving her the silent treatment, though she still did feel a bit bad about earlier, and decided to try and apologize.

“Sorry, but if I told you, you wouldn’t have drunk it, and I wanted to have some fun one more time before I leave.”

“Alright… thank you for not making a big show of it at the cafe, at least. I appreciate that.”

A few streets later, they were on the campus, and their time together was soon drawing to an end. Magnolia looked to Joy, a deep, sincere smile spreading across her face now, not showing any sort of mischief or trickery, but instead a pang of sadness and pride. It was difficult to tell if she was about to cry or laugh, though she ended up doing neither and instead hugging her son one last time, holding her head over his shoulder as her hands remained on his upper back, not attempting any sort of teasing gropes or touches like she usually did, and as such Joy returned the hug.

“Oh, I’m gonna miss you so much, Joy. You be good for the teachers, alright? Make some new friends, study hard, and make sure to come out of your shell.”

“Thank you, mommy. I’ll try my best.”

She finally broke the hug and looked her son up and down, pride in her eyes rather than lust.

“I have a few people I’d like to talk to here before I leave, but after that, I’ll be heading to the airport…”

“Thank you, mommy. I uh… I’ll be sure to keep in touch. …I love you.”

“I love you too, Joy, my beautiful, wonderful boy. You’re gonna do great here, I know it.”

With that she took one last deep breath, then walked off, leaving Joy alone. He sighed to himself and looked around, admiring the old though well kept campus, then looking down and realizing he forgot to hand off the egg to his mother and wincing. It didn’t really matter, he knew she could make something 10 times more effective than this in an hour given the right tools, but he just had no idea what to do with it, and his body already felt uncomfortably full of cum once again, so keeping it around felt more like a hindrance than anything else. Either way, he thought the best course of action currently would be to head to his dormitory building and find his room. 

He had been rather nervous about his roommate ever since he learned about who he was through a physical description. Joy was informed by his parents and by the school that roommates were specifically chosen to be good matches with each other, and given that his was a predatory species, he assumed the staff thought he was just another horny flamingo who would love to be dominated and claimed as a sex object by a powerful, masculine person higher up on the food chain.



