Curses are a type of magical condition. Akin to a virus, they are self replicating within one’s own body, though due to their nonphysical nature, somebody can’t simply grow immune to it. They can be rather difficult and expensive to purge, and depending on the nature of the curse, some people simply decide to live with it.

Lucas was one of these cursed individuals. He lived with his grandfather growing up, and when he was younger, a magical accident while assisting in an experiment resulted in him being cursed, causing his aging process to slow down drastically. Many would view this effect to be rather beneficial, and Lucas did too for a time, though as he came of age, a few problems began to arise. 

His body became unable to properly use the magic his matured spirit was able to produce, and as a result, his body tended to use magic on its own. Random additional effects would occur rarely whenever he cast spells, or just sporadically throughout the day. Similarly, he may accidentally cast spells just by thinking about things that he wishes to occur. It was never anything too complex, at times he’d grow new body parts, change genders, put himself in heat, or various other things, but these effects, if they require magic to maintain, only typically lasted a few hours if that, and never more than a day.

Lucas was a lion, though aside from his paintbrush tail it was rather difficult to discern him specifically as a lion rather than any other large cat species, as the signature mane that all male lions bore had yet to even begin to sprout from his neck fur due his physical age. Similarly, he only stood around 4 and a half feet tall, had a rather lithe body, and a generally small, androgynous figure covered in a golden yellow fur.

He was on his way to his college, about to begin his first semester, and was currently flying into town, intent on heading into the campus later today. Having gotten up rather early to catch his flight, he was understandably quite tired, and thus spent most of the flight asleep. Being a moderately heavy sleeper, he was awoken by the plane’s arrival, finding himself to be suddenly rather uncomfortable in his chair. Looking down at his body, he learned his chaotic magic had acted up again even while he slept.

He still wore his clothes, a simple t-shirt and shorts, though beneath, his body had turned from an anthro into a feral. His clothes now loosely hung on his body, which awkwardly sat in its seat, and while he couldn’t reverse the magic, as any attempts to do so would cause his body to naturally fight against these attempts, he at least had a few other spells, notably telekinesis, to assist with his lack of proper hands.

Being that magic, at its core, was an exertion of will over the world, telekinesis was the most basic form of magic, and nearly all spell users were rather well versed in its application, or at least were capable of using it proficiently. As such, during the few times where similar transformations occurred to Lucas, he had grown rather well versed in using telekinesis for most things. As such, when it came time to get out of his seat and move into the aisle, he carried the backpack he brought with him using telekinesis, rather stepping into the straps and wearing it as if he were still anthro.

After waiting to stay at the back of the line of passengers, he walked off the plane and into the airport, and with the way his shirt sagged to the floor and his shorts constantly were sliding off his hind legs, he knew he had to do away with his clothes. Once he was out of the way of the crowd, he sat down and took off his clothes, stuffing them into his backpack. There certainly was the inherent embarrassment of now being nude, though he knew it was alleviated somewhat by being a feral creature rather than anthropomorphic. Speaking of which, he considered himself rather lucky. Those who willingly enjoyed being feral either temporarily or as a lifestyle typically had to have some manner of indicator to prove to others that they were merely an anthro that transformed into a feral, rather than a true feral. Lucas’s was twofold: first, his lion form was a rather obvious indicator, as feral lions were rarely seen in urban settings, and second, the backpack he wore would serve as an unmistakable sign of his intelligence.

Now undressed, he encountered a new problem: attempting to navigate this airport from the height of a small lion, and, due to the totality of his physical transformation, an inability to ask for directions. Due to the large number of students arriving, transportation in the form of teleportation had been arranged from the airport to the college itself. They would happen a few times throughout the day, though the first, and the one Lucas was hoping to make, would occur in approximately 90 minutes.

Teleportation was a laborious spell, with its difficulty increasing from the number of things teleported and the distance traveled. Due to this, it was a rather non viable form of transportation when it came to transporting one’s self any more than a few miles. The teleportation area at the airport had been set up beforehand, with a series of expertly designed runes being implemented into the ground both at the airport and at the college to assist in the casting of this spell, but even then it was a rather impressive feat of magic.

The lion looked up and down the long pathways of gates, filled with people arriving and departing, and he felt a bit self conscious about his size, though perhaps that was simply his natural instincts rather than any reasonable fears. He took a deep breath and assessed his situation. He needed to find the meeting spot for the other students. It certainly wasn’t going to be at the various gates, that would result in overcrowding in an already high traffic area, so step one was to leave this area of the airport.

Walking out into the crowd of moving people, he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated. There was the constant fear that, due to his stature, people may trip over him or accidentally kick him, as well as the potential inconvenience of not ever knowing where exactly he was going due to his vision being almost constantly obstructed by those around him. Eventually, through the scents around him, he discerned that he was now in some form of food court, and before long the area had grown large enough for the crowd around him to mostly disperse, giving him a view of the atrium like area around him.

His stomach began to growl at the smell of food. While he was hardly the most intimidating of carnivores, he was a carnivore nonetheless. Having skipped breakfast, he would love to get some meat, and with the variety of fast food places around him, he was certain he could find something he liked, though there was the obvious issue of his feral stature and his time limit. He took a deep breath, finally sitting down a bit off to the side and overlooking the area, trying again to think his way through his indecision.

He did have money, provided that he could fish out his wallet and the currency itself from his backpack using his paws. He couldn’t talk and lacked any communicative implements, that would make ordering food nearly impossible. He supposed he didn’t exactly need to order food to eat. Feral lifestyles were common and accepted enough in the world that, provided he put on a good enough show of begging, a few tables would probably give him some scraps even despite knowing he was just a transformed anthro. He could eat the plentiful food that people spilled on the ground, though even as a feral that felt a little demeaning, the same going for eating out of the trash can. Then again, he could forgo the food court entirely and simply wait to arrive at the college to eat.

Of course, there was always the option of bribing someone to share their meal with sex… though with that thought, he felt another hunger pain, and another wave of chaotic magic flowed through him as the desire to eat grew stronger. The thought of fucking someone to get food was what motivated this next change, and thus his biology and mentality changed. He was now not only capable of digesting cum, but also extremely efficient at deriving nutrients from semen. His mind now changed, originally intending to make semen more desirable to drink, though going a bit overboard and making the taste practically addictive to Lucas.

Of course, Lucas didn’t actually know what cum tastes like, but he’d heard that it varied based on the diet of the individual who produced it. Nonetheless it was enough to get his mind in a frenzy of desire. The texture and (theoretical) taste of the cum got his mouth watering, not even mentioning the wonderful sensation of having someone blow their load into his mouth, which he once again was simply assuming rather than recalling any particular experience… he was practically drooling at the sight of all the guys he could milk for a meal.

He surveyed the room at all the people he could derive his meal from. Someone sitting down would likely be the best option, as they likely didn’t need to go anywhere quickly. People who wore more revealing clothing were also likelier to be up for some impromptu pleasure. Larger anthros would certainly be better, though he couldn’t take a cock too large into his mouth without the aid of quite a bit of magic. Should he go to a nearby store to see if he could find some magic items to help…? No, there was no way he’d be able to focus for that long, and he’d been eyeing up a few prime candidates already that may be gone by the time he gets back. He knew he was overthinking this, he had enough magic to smooth out his tongue and perhaps increase his lung capacity, and most people would be satisfied with that.

He trotted over to his first target, a moderately muscular male zebra who was sitting alongside a horse. They seemed to both be good friends as Lucas approached, though their relationship clarified to lovers as the lion witnessed them share a kiss. It was during this kiss that Lucas made his way beneath their table, finally getting an up close view of their lower bodies. They both wore shirts that tightly hugged their relatively muscular bodies, and while the horse wore sweatpants, a common bottom piece for equines so as to not squeeze their massive cocks, the zebra wore a simple pair of jeans. The confusing part came in the total lack of bulge in the zebra’s pants. Was he a null? Clearly he was attempting to appear masculine with his outfit, though he may have feminine genitalia or no genitals at all beneath his clothes. The zebra was clearly the larger of the two in both muscle mass and height, and with the way he seemed to be the leader in the idle conversation going on up above, with the horse hanging off his every word, entranced, it was obvious that he was the clear dominant between the two. Perhaps he was a power bottom?

Either way, Lucas instead decided to start with the horse. He hopped up, placing his two front paws on the chair, his body light enough to not move it, though not light enough to go unnoticed by the horse sitting in it. The equine suddenly leaned back and looked down quizzically, his eyes locking onto Lucas and a smile suddenly spreading across his face.

“Well hey there! What a cutie you are~! Hey check it out, there’s this feral lion underneath the table.”

He said to his boyfriend, who peaked beneath the table to glance at the newcomer. Lucas didn’t mind the attention so much anymore, at least he could ignore it with his newfound goal in mind. The lion gave a long, slow lick against the horse’s sweatpants right against the bulge of his cock, giving his best bedroom eyes as he did so.

“Ohh, looks like he’s hungry for a different kind of meal~.”

The horse spoke as he brushed a hand atop Lucas’s head. The lion was relieved his hint had been taken so well, and similarly relieved when the horse took the initiative to remove his sweatpants. The glorious equine cock was finally fully revealed, already growing slowly erect. It seemed about 18 inches in length, an average size for an equine, and while he wore a cock ring embroidered with runes on the base of his member, Lucas had no idea what its magical purpose could be. Larger species often wore cock rings that would aid the bodies of smaller species, making them stretchy enough to take their members without injury, though from Lucas’s studies, the amount of runes present on this cock ring seemed a bit dense to be solely for that purpose.

Once the cock was revealed, Lucas wasted no time taking it into his mouth, already having magically dulled his teeth and smoothed his tongue, while his mouth was already soaking wet from drool even without the assistance of magic. The flared tip of the cock was a bit awkward to take inside, but once it was in, Lucas wasted no time attempting to pleasure it the best he could. His head bobbed up and down on the member, coating it with his saliva and the precum of the horse beneath him, all while the horse began to let out soft moans of pleasure.

Lucas had very little experience with oral sex, and as such he simply attempted to emulate things he saw from pornography or various sexual acts in public. He truly had no idea if he was being successful, though the horse did seem to be thoroughly enjoying it, his moans seeming genuine, even if the actual movements of his upper body seemed a bit… off somehow.

“How about we prop you up on this table and we go at you from both ends~? I bet we can make our cocks touch in your belly~.”

The zebra offered up as Lucas began, which at least affirmed to Lucas that he had a cock, or at least was willing to grow one. Nonetheless he had no intention of doing this for pleasure, he wanted a meal. The horse looked down at him for his answer, though the lion simply shook his head no and continued to pleasure him, and the horse relayed the message to his lover.

The horse’s hand remained on the lion’s head throughout the blowjob, and as his pleasure increased, he began to take control, guiding the speed and pace of the blowjob. Lucas’s assumption had been correct about the cock ring, it was absolutely helping his body take the massive length, as he could easily take the medial ring into his throat without feeling even a bit of strain. The only thing he had to be wary of was his lung capacity, though the horse seemed to be keeping track of that as well, letting him up every few seconds and only going back down once he audibly heard Lucas take a breath.

Again, something seemed a bit off, the horse appeared to be feeling an extraordinary amount of pleasure, perhaps not simply from Lucas alone, though he didn’t feel close to orgasming. It was then that Lucas heard the horse suddenly moan out.

“C-Come on honey~, c-can’t I cum yet?”

“Mmmm~... almost~.”

The zebra responded, revealing to Lucas that the horse’s orgasm was controlled by the zebra. That was likely an additional purpose of the cock ring, though before Lucas even had time to process this new fact, the horse seemed to moan out much louder now, his entire body tensing up, yet still not orgasming, and just as well, his cock began to move within Lucas’s mouth. It certainly seemed to be moving on its own, slowly removing itself from his throat, no longer stretching him beyond his physical limit. In fact, all in all it appeared to be getting smaller.

This shrinking of the horse’s cock was causing him immense pleasure, leaving him in a constant state of overwhelming ecstasy, which the zebra only watched with smugness and pride. This continued for a few seconds, the horse’s cock getting smaller while his movements got more stiff, until finally the zebra spoke up.

“Alright~, you can cum now~.”

From the moment he said the word cum, a torrent of seed shot from the horse’s cock into Lucas’s waiting mouth. He found that he loved the taste, of course, enamored with the way it spurted into his mouth, rope after rope, and even took multiple swallows to gulp it all down due to the size of equine orgasms. Once the horse finished orgasming and was experiencing his afterglow, he suddenly tensed up once again, taking a sharp inhale as Lucas noticed something seemingly moving beneath his tight shirt. He hadn’t noticed it before, perhaps it wasn’t there before, but there was a bulge in the horse’s abdomen, and as he saw the movements of the bulge correspond to the movements of the zebra removing his pants, everything seemed to click.

They were both wearing cock rings, both of which helped smaller species take their lengths, though they each held additional powers. The horse’s cock ring would prevent him from cumming without express permission from the zebra, while the zebra’s cock ring appeared to be linked to the horse’s in another way. At will, the zebra can steal size from the horse’s cock, giving it to his own, with this process seemingly causing the horse immense pleasure. And to top it off, the zebra was wearing a jockstrap beneath his jeans that had a portal on the crotch. When he fit his cock through, it would come out of a portal in the inside rear of the horse’s underwear, thus allowing them to keep his cock inside his boyfriend permanently.

When Lucas removed himself from the horse, his cock seemed less than a foot long, a rather shoddy length for a horse, while the zebra’s cock seemed no less than 26 inches, an unbelievable length, even for equines, and very nearly able to be classified as hyper. Increasing the size of one’s own member with magic wasn’t too difficult, though it required magic to initiate and maintain, but simply stealing the size from someone else was a far easier way to do it, requiring almost no magic to instigate or continue.

“Aw c’mon honey, you’re embarrassing me in front of the lion~.”

“Well I have to impress our guest, don’t I~?”

The size of the cock made Lucas drool, and he quickly shifted from one man to another, hopping his front paws down from the chair and stepping over to the opposite seat. The zebra was tall, but even then his cock exceeded the length of his thigh, and with a proportional thickness, it was about the width of his rather muscular arm. Nonetheless, Lucas trusted the power of the cock ring the zebra wore, and took the massive member into his mouth with the same eagerness as he treated the horse, finding that his jaw and throat were able to take it inside with the same ease as before.

Of course, the added size did mean it was harder to pleasure, particularly with his tongue, so he did his best to use his inexperienced paws to try and give the zebra a hand job on the length of the cock that he wasn’t directly touching. His pawpads were certainly soft, though he lacked much of the dexterity required to properly give a hand job, nonetheless the zebra appreciated the attempt, and rewarded Lucas with some soft petting atop his head and down his upper back. While most things felt the same between being anthro and feral, being pet was certainly a more favorable experience while in the latter state, and Lucas found himself instinctually leaning into the zebra’s firm hand.

It was clear to both the men that the lion had virtually no experience in this situation, and while the horse was willing to tolerate it and let the lion go at his own pace, allowing Lucas to try the best he could and simply derive pleasure when he was able to, the zebra took a more direct approach. Quite quickly he put a hand firmly on the back of Lucas’s head, able to easily wrap his fingers around it if necessary, then began to push and pull him up and down on his cock, attempting to show him a proper pace and rhythm to pleasure the zebra. Similarly, the zebra seemed to have no hesitation about shoving the lion way past his medial ring, to the point where Lucas felt the strange sensation of his cock entering his stomach, undoubtedly making a similar bulge as it did in the horse, every time he was at the bottom of one of the zebra’s strokes.

Lucas’s throat had a visible outline of the cock as he took it inside, and while the zebra tended to push the duration required for Lucas to hold his breath, rather than the horse who let him breathe frequently, it was never to the point of discomfort or danger. Just as well, the zebra seemed intent on speaking dominantly rather than the excitable, encouraging words the horse spoke.

“I guess it’s our lucky day, hmm~? Such an eager stranger, ready to please just walking up to our table~. Lucky for you I can more than fill your stomach, I just hope you can take it~.”

With the zebra going at his own pace, he seemed rather intent on bringing himself to orgasm quickly, almost leading Lucas to believe he wanted to get rid of him for some more one on one time with his lover. Of course, the lion reminded himself that he was probably overthinking things. The zebra probably just wanted to be quick about his orgasm to let Lucas go on about his day. Speaking of which, time seemed to fly while Lucas was caught in the ecstasy of sucking this man’s cock, or perhaps his mind was getting muddled from constantly inhaling his thick musk, though either way, he soon felt the orgasm of the zebra approaching, indicated by the frequent tensing of his body and particularly his cock.

Before long, the zebra pushed the lion’s head down hard on the shaft, forcing the head of his cock right into Lucas’s stomach, then pumping his load in directly. While Lucas was denied the taste of the cum, he wasn’t too dismayed, after all, he had gotten his fill of flavor from the horse, who blew his entire, sizable load right into Lucas’s mouth. The lion noticed quite quickly that the size of these equines’ orgasms seemed to be tied to the size of their cocks, as the thickness of the zebra’s seed and the duration of each rope shot into his stomach were more than double that of the horse. Quite quickly his stomach filled to its limit, but the zebra’s climax seemingly had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

All in all, the zebra spent about half a minute of straight cumming until he was finally finished with his singular orgasm, and by that time, Lucas’s stomach had grown rather bloated, unable to hold anymore of the zebra’s seed. When the equine finally pulled out, Lucas immediately found himself coughing, up some semen onto the floor beneath him, falling off the chair his front paws had been balanced on. He felt filled, perhaps even excessively so, though perhaps even this was a bit excessive, as by the time he caught his bearings, he could feel semen dripping out of his nose, as so much had forced its way back up his throat.

As his right paw rubbed his watering eyes, he suddenly felt a dry surface rub against his face. Opening his eyes, he found that the zebra had gotten out of his chair, squatting down beneath the table with his cock slowly growing flaccid as it hung low near to the floor, and was currently helping clean Lucas’s face up with a napkin.

“Hold still now. If the cum dries in your fur it’ll get all sticky… there, good boy~.”

The zebra spoke in his usual, seductive voice, and as expected, Lucas complied, doing his best to hold his head still until he was mostly dry from cum, though he knew the taste and texture of it would linger for quite a while.Once he was dried off, Lucas took account of himself, finding a bit of clarity as his hunger was satiated and his cum addiction began to subside. Changes his curse made in response to desire often did revert once the desire was satiated, after all. 

Hints of embarrassment began to creep in as his overwhelming desires faded, a blush beginning to appear beneath the fur of his cheeks, though he tried to remind himself that, although he had acted in a rather slutty manner with complete strangers, said strangers were perfectly content with obliging him. Similarly, they were just as content to part ways, and with a goodbye that amounted to a nonverbal nod of his head from Lucas, he left their table with a full stomach and warm body.

Now he was back to his original task of finding the teleportation spot, and despite the satisfaction of a full stomach now flowing through him, the chilling anxiety of being lost began to grow ever more present as time ticked away. He still had no real way to find it, so he decided to come up with another plan as he walked, taking a moment to orient himself so he didn’t wander back from where he came from. Getting back into the flow of a moderate crowd, he let his mind roam as it so often did, focusing on his current task.

He didn’t know the layout of this airport, that was something he probably should have memorized before he came here, but regret wasn’t exactly helpful. Where could he find a map? An information desk would help, as would an interactive map. If he found an information desk, would he even be able to indicate what he wanted? He could probably gesture with his paw towards one of the maps if they were out in the open, and he imagined he could unfold and read it even as a feral, so that just left the issue of finding it. An interactive, electronic map would be just as sufficient, perhaps even more so as it would likely be updated to display the location of the teleportation spot, though he had no idea if he’d be able to even interact with the machine. Interactive screens, at least the mass produced ones, only responded to biological touch rather than telepathic influence, and he doubted he was tall enough to even reach the screen with his paws. Although it would certainly be easier to spot than an information desk, which meant the-

After having walked for a few minutes, his train of thought had been suddenly cut off by someone stopping right in front of him. Specifically, a feral dog had walked in front of, and promptly sat down, right in front of his path, panting and practically grinning as it leaned forwards and sniffed at Lucas’s face. He was a border collie, having pitch black and snow white fur along its body, patterned in a surprisingly symmetrical way from the stripe on his face down the length of his body. He was well groomed and looked healthy, though strangely its eyes were a glowing cyan, seemingly emanating light. 

It was impossible to tell if this was a true feral or a transformed anthro like him, though clearly it appeared that he was looking for a friend, or at least some fun. Some people who lived as ferals had their minds magically altered to be able to communicate with other ferals, even true ones, in a form of secret language, though that took quite a bit of practice and effort. Although, it seemed this dog wasn’t even attempting to communicate, just smelling him. Lucas instinctively leaned his face back as he was inspected, though, after a few seconds, the dog pulled away, seemingly satisfied, at least until he leaned forwards once again and began to lick his face, covering it in wet saliva until Lucas pulled away again and took a few steps back, shaking his face and attempting to wipe it off with his paw.

After that, the dog simply stood there, looking almost proud as it watched Lucas, who tried to walk a wide, slow arc around the dog to avoid it as he walked past, keeping an eye on the animal to make sure it didn’t try to do anything further. He may have seen the display with the two equines in the cafeteria area and wanted some fun himself, though Lucas couldn’t imagine a worse place to stop someone clearly intent on where they were going than in an airport, as even if he had-

For the second time in the past minute, his train of thought had been interrupted, though this time it was far more direct. His body and mind seemed to simply… stop. He knew where he was, what he was, what he was doing, and what he should be doing, though it seemed no matter what he thought, he couldn’t will his body to do anything but stand there, staring blankly off into space at nothing at all. It was almost akin to sleep paralysis, though lacking any fear or discomfort, he simply felt content standing right here in this spot, regardless of his other responsibilities or obligations to get out of the way of the people who were now walking around him.

Just as quickly as his body stopped, it began to move again, though it turned itself around and began walking back, opposite the direction he’d been heading. It continued until it found its way into a small resting area, which had a couple of benches and water fountains, and most importantly, a few feet of open area where nobody was walking. He stepped into the area and sat himself down, finding himself staring at the bare, white wooled legs of some sort of caprine. The stranger put their soft hands on his sides and picked him up, letting his eyes gaze up their female form.

She wore a pair of daisy dukes for her bottom, leaving much of her lower half exposed, some manner of tight chest piece that looked akin to a sports bra with its shoulder straps and tight, elastic material over her somewhat sizable breasts that covered a few inches below her chest as well, though left much of her midriff exposed. Contrasting the tight, small top and bottom pieces, she also wore a rather large, baggy jacket that would cover down to her fingertips if the sleeves weren’t rolled up around her wrists, and otherwise hung down to just below her rear. Most notable, though, was that she wore some form of mask over her eyes, looking to be made of some sort of thick, durable, yet unidentifiable material that looked closest to some manner of fossilized bark with the way it shined at some angles, but otherwise totally failed to reflect light, although it was far smoother and seamless than natural wood was capable of being. The mask only covered her eyes and the bridge of her nose, and didn’t seem to be attached physically in any way. It was pitch black against her pure white fur, akin to the color scheme of the dog from before, with its only notable color change being rather oversized eyeholes. At least they appeared to be eyeholes. Lucas couldn’t actually see her eyes within them despite staring straight into them, instead, they seemed to be emanating pure, solid cyan light.

“Well you’re just a mess, aren’t you?”

The lamb said after staring at Lucas for a second, seemingly gazing right into his eyes, though the large elliptical “eyes” gave no expression or sign of focus. Lucas still felt the same indifference as before, especially now that his task of walking over here had been fulfilled, so he felt entirely neutral when she held him there, shifting him into the crook of her right arm and leaning him against her soft, lightly wooled belly as her face was now obstructed by her breasts.

All Lucas could see was that she was making some manner of movement with her left hand near her head for a few seconds, appearing to focus on something for a bit before she brought it back down near him. Her hand seemed to have thin, wispy cyan strands flowing around it quickly yet smoothly, akin to water orbiting the gravitation of her fingers, intertwining them flawlessly in perpetual motion. She placed her middle finger on his chest, and with just that tap the magic flowed into him and throughout his body, creating waves of cyan visibly glowing beneath his fur and skin and emanating from the spot she touched and flowing to the edges of his limbs where it stopped.

With that, Lucas suddenly felt whatever magical influence that overcame him suddenly vanish. He was now fully conscious and caring about his surroundings, and even more notably, very embarrassed about being held and presumably cared for by this admittedly rather attractive woman. He blushed deeply, not wanting to squirm at the risk of being dropped, but his body began to shift on its own, with internal biological changes manifesting in involuntary tensing and relaxing of external portions of his body. He was changing again, slowly, though this time he could tell it was back to being an anthro as he, limb by limb slowly returned to his usual, dexterous form.

Regardless, the lamb, who could not have been more than a year or two older than him, or at least his actual age rather than his physical age, held him carefully in her arms, even bringing her left arm down to support him and beginning to softly bounce him in her arms as one would a child as she paced back and forth. Through the rather unusual sensation of transformation, Lucas took great comfort in the sensation of her delicate, warm midsection against his nude body. It was with that thought of bare fur against wool that he realized he was still naked, which took on a remarkably different meaning now that he was an anthro once again. He opened his mouth, taking a moment to remember how to speak before saying.

“Th-Thank you, ma’am. C-Can I be let down now?”

She glanced down at him, tilting her head and simply staring blankly for a few seconds, her mouth shut and her eyes seemingly not focusing on him. After the moment passed, she shook her head and suddenly refocused.

“Oh, right! Super sorry, I was just looking somewhere else.”

She set him down on the floor, putting her arms on his sides for support as she squatted down, making sure his legs were stable, as remaining in a feral form for quite a while can easily disorient someone.

“Thank you… again. Uh, I’m gonna get dressed, my clothes kinda fell off me when I turned into a feral, haha.”

“Gotcha. Well, I’ll be right here. Don’t worry, I won’t stare.”

Lucas gave a small chuckle at what he thought was a joke, although he was a bit confused as to why this lamb was sticking around in the first place. In fact, he was quite confused as to why she reverted him back at all, how she even knew to do so, and how she even did do so. For Lucas, reverting the effects of his chaotic magic was essentially impossible, both for him and anyone who wasn’t substantially more powerful than him, though it was remarkable that she didn’t appear to use force to nullify Lucas’s chaotic magic, but something else he wasn’t aware of.

The lion set down his backpack and pulled out his old clothes, getting dressed while he occasionally stared up at the lamb, who was looking off into the distance with her hands in the pockets of her jacket, seemingly focused on something. Once Lucas was dressed again in his modest clothes, he looked up at the lamb, who appeared to be just over 6’ tall.

“Say, uh… how’d you know to turn me back into an anthro? Like what tipped you off that I had accidentally made myself into a feral?”

She didn’t respond immediately, though as Lucas was about to speak again, she suddenly spoke up.

“Umm… Hang on I have no idea what you just said… You’re welcome, or I’m sorry, or that’s a nice name, mine’s Lucy… Hey, uh, how about we continue this conversation over in this direc-!”

As she was speaking, putting long pauses between her phrases, she turned herself around, facing inward to the small rest area of the airport, then began to walk rather intently away from the actual hallway. Of course, she walked with this same motivated intentness directly into a wall, smacking her face against it as her hands went and held her nose, her body stumbling back and falling onto her rear.

“Oh my god, are you alright?!”

Lucas said as he rushed over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder as she sat there.

“Y-Yeah… That was very stupid… When did I turn around…? God, I’m so distracted today, I could’ve sworn I was facing the cafeteria… at least generally.”

“You uh… you turned around right before you started walking. Are you uh… I don’t mean to be rude, but are you… blind?”

“Huh? Heh, no, not really… well technically, yes. Also legally, yes, and physically yes. I CAN see, just not through my own eyes.”

“Is uh… Is that what the dog is for?”

“Louis? Yeah, he’s my familiar, and I can see through his eyes if I choose to, which is what I was doing there. I used to see normally, but uh… well I’m like a… therapist of sorts. I learned to see the spiritual world instead of the physical world. Looking at both became sorta… difficult, so I use this mask that shields my eyes from the physical world and lets me see the spiritual world. It’s not all too different once you get used to it, though being able to tell where things are physically can be a bit… touchy, cause buildings don’t have souls, y’know? I only see physical things that have been in the collective consciousness for a long time. An airport is pretty tough, cause every room looks the same without the furniture, and because furniture always gets moved around, I can never see it. Parking lots are hell for me, cause they always look completely empty, but I know they never are.”

Lucas did his best to process this information. He was vaguely familiar with the idea of spirits, though the idea of only seeing things through the spiritual world seemed so… needlessly difficult.

“So you can only see things in the spiritual world,-”

“Louis sees things normally, and so do I when I look through his eyes, so I still know what stuff looks like, don’t worry.”

“Right, uh… so you can only see spiritual stuff… usually… but what does that have to do with being a therapist?”

“Oh! So I can see people’s souls. Once you learn how to look at them properly, people really become open books, especially their problems, so I try to help people out when I can. The soul is also where magic comes from, and I could tell the magic currently running through your body was caused by chaotic magic, so I decided to give you a hand, cause I could also tell that you like being an anthro more than a feral. I saw you over by the food court and tried to follow you, but I uh… tripped over a chair while Louis was walking towards you, so I lost you in the crowd for a bit.”

“Oh, sorry… but now that you found me, what are you still looking for?”

“My little brother. I’m supposed to meet him at the airport so we can go to a teleportation area for our college. We said we’d meet up at the food court, actually, but my driver happened to drop me off in a newly constructed area of the airport, so I had to wander through there guided by Louis until I found somewhere that I could actually see. By the time I got to the food court, he was gone. After I waited for about half an hour, half an hour after his plane landed, mind, I noticed you and eventually realized that I’d missed him, and decided to help you out. So now Louis is running around at my command, helping me look for him. He’s a lamb too, you haven’t happened to see him, have you?”

“No, sorry… or if I did, I didn’t realize it. Hey, you got me to wander over here through some sort of mind control, right? Why can’t you just do that with your brother?”

Lucy reached into a pocket on the inside of her jacket, pulling out something that looked akin to a dog whistle and holding it towards Lucas.

“Oh, this? This is a whistle that calls out to your soul and commands it directly. To use it I needed a signature of your soul, which was why Louis licked you. It’s real easy to get a signature, you can get it from just a single touch if you’re good enough, or even just talking to someone for long enough, but they wear away pretty fast. To use this I’d need to find my brother first.”

“Well, are you sure he got to the food court? He may think he’s supposed to wait at the gate, or maybe he got lost.”

“I’m certain he did. He’s not dumb, he just… focuses on the wrong things sometimes. I can guarantee he got to the food court, got bored, then got himself eaten by some bear or something.”

“...eaten?”

“Yeah, he’s really into vore, like obsessed with it. That’s kinda my fault. I’ve been forcing him to be my therapy patient as practice whenever I can. It’s good for his soul whenever he seeks out these desires, especially when they’re so deeply rooted, though sometimes I wish it was a bit less… well a bit less of a core aspect of his identity. He’s more into vore than the average person is into breathing, and I’m sure he thinks about it all the time.”

“Can’t you read minds?”

“Nah, just souls. If you think and want something badly enough, it eventually imprints onto your soul and becomes a core aspect of your identity. CAs, they’re called, but I don’t wanna bore you with soul studies.”

“So he cares more about getting vored than being responsible? Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“Well… he’s absolutely responsible. Even if he gets distracted he always pulls through in the end. He’s a great friend, trust me. If he says he’ll do something, he’ll do it. He just… he’s confident that even if we miss the meetup spot, he’ll meet me at the teleportation area. He also knows that I know that and that I won’t worry, so nobody’s really being harmed.”

“So why are you looking for him? He may be at the teleportation spot already.”

“I… miss him. I’ve been imagining us meeting at the airport and getting to finally talk face to face for so long, it's left a mark on my soul already, heh.”

“Is uh… is that a bad thing?”

“No, no, not at all! If you think about something enough, it’ll always leave a mark, regardless of what it is. That’s how I can tell you’re the kinda person who worries too much. You practically have a schedule written out on your soul for today. I can also tell that you’re nervous about meeting new people at the college. You’re nervous about where you’re gonna get your meals. You’re nervous about having to learn the layout of the grounds. You’re nervous that nobody’s gonna take you seriously because of your appearance. And you’re especially nervous that your chaotic magic is gonna somehow screw something up and everyone’s gonna hate you, or you’ll get expelled.”

Lucas had no response for being called out so thoroughly by this lamb, though she had done it in such a friendly voice, he couldn’t help but feel tranquil about it, perhaps even a bit cathartic. She continued the conversation on her own.

“You’re welcome to vent your worries to me if you want, my wool is great at absorbing tears as well, though I know you’re not the kinda guy that cries. I don’t mean to push your buttons, of course, but I can tell there’s quite a bit of discord in your soul ever since this chaotic magic started popping up. I know what you will enjoy, though.”

The lamb focused back to her main body, squatting down to get her eyes level with the lion, then opening her arms wide to invite him for a hug. Unlike when she spoke, she didn’t make the first move here, regardless of how much she knew he enjoyed hugs. Lucas never did like when people touched him randomly, especially in full embraces like this, and he was certain she knew this. An allowed hug, though, was one of the most pleasant things the lion could experience. Without a word, he stepped forwards and embraced her, wrapping his arms around her bare back beneath the jacket and holding himself close to her wooly body. They held there for a few seconds, though the lamb spoke up once again in a whisper.

“Just like your stuffed animals, right?”

“C’mon, you’re just embarrassing me now…”

“I’m just teasing, don’t worry. I do hope you packed at least one of them, though. Childhood mementos are good for your soul, especially when you’re going somewhere new.”

She broke off the hug then stood up, looking around with her masked eyes then sighing.

“Alright, I guess I’ll meet him at the teleportation area. Here, I know where it is. Follow me.”

Before she started walking, she held out her right hand to the side towards Lucas, her palm opening towards him. The lion blushed as he considered holding her hand. It would certainly be nice to feel once again, as her fingers were so delicate, her palm so warm and comforting, but it felt a tad bit demeaning.

“I… do I have to?”

“Not at all.”

Even with that remark, she continued to hold her hand out, as if an acknowledgment that they both knew he wanted to. Lucas yielded to the pseudo challenge and brought up his hand, clasping it in hers and walking beside her into the crowd.

“Alright, so Louis is currently on the other side of the airport, so you’ll have to be my eyes. If I’m about to run into something, even if it’s something I should be able to see, you gotta stop and move me out of the way, alright?”

“Yeah, no problem. I uh… my name’s Lucas, by the way. I heard yours was Lucy, right?”

“Yep… and I guess I was right before, Lucas really is a nice name.”


As they walked, they made idle conversation with each other, asking each other small details about themselves, with Lucas constantly attempting to discern what she did and did not know about him from her soul reading. All the while, he kept an eye out for any other lamb that looked like her, or anyone that had the distinctly engorged stomach of someone who had recently vored a person of similar size. A few people fit that latter description, though whenever they were pointed out by Lucas, Lucy always confirmed that the soul within the person was not her brother’s.

They made their way through the airport, Lucy navigating in a larger sense while Lucas kept her away from anything she may trip over, and eventually, they came to a moderately large open area quite a ways away from where Lucas was heading earlier, filled with students near his and Lucy’s age. There was a large rune drawn onto the ground, about 10 ft across with extremely intricate markings over the entire area to facilitate such a massive spell casting.

When they arrived, the first thing there to meet them was Louis, Lucy’s familiar and seeing eye dog, who happily licked at Lucy as they met back up once again, then stuck around each other. While they waited for her brother.

“Thanks for taking me here. I don’t think I would’ve been able to find this without you.”

“No problem! Thanks for keeping an eye out for my brother. He’d best show up. If he fell asleep inside someone’s gut and misses the teleportation I’m gonna smack him silly.”

He gave a chuckle as they let go of each other’s hands, Lucy going to walk around the general area to try and find her brother while Lucas looked around at the various other people waiting here. There was something entrancing about all these students here together, making the closest conversation friends can make, while every few minutes a new person showed up to the excitement of some of the already present students. There were plenty of people to meet, and while nobody had approached Lucas directly, he decided to make the first move.

Looking around, he couldn’t help but find himself drawn to a particular black cat sitting on one of the benches, whose age was a bit ambiguous due to the dark fur hiding many of his facial features, though was as tall as an adult. Peculiarly, he was completely alone, not a single other student on the bench. Just as peculiarly, he was wearing a rather formal looking suit. With the vast array of far more comfortable clothes in the world, something as formal as his current outfit was rarely seen outside of very specific settings. He seemed completely void of any sexuality as well, something rather uncommon, as most people at least did one or two things with their outfit to show off themselves or their fetishes, whether it be shirts just a few inches too short to show off their midriff, or form fitting pants that showed off a bulge or camel toe.

Lucas went and sat down by the cat, who was reading through a small piece of paper that listed names and physical descriptions of a sizable number of people in alphabetical order. Lucas discerned this as a student list of people who registered to be here at this teleportation spot after he spotted his own name and description.

“Hey, my name’s Lucas. Are you one of the students or a staff member?”

The cat looked up from the paper, staring straight forwards for a second before looking to Lucas, his face seeming to have a resting glare. The lion noticed that his right eye was a signature yellow as expected from a cat, though the left was a lime green, clearly something unique about it. Without a word he glanced down at his watch, staring at it for a few seconds as if confused.

“Uh… I’m a staff member. I’m the one that’s going to… I’m gonna facilitate the teleportation.”

He immediately went back to checking his list, looking through each of the students as they arrived and mentally checking them off in his mind.

“Oh, that’s pretty cool. You must be really powerful then, right? Is that what your eye is for? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a magical focus that was a body part.”

The cat looked equally shocked that Lucas continued to talk after he answered his first question, almost exasperated for a reason Lucas couldn’t quite make out.

“It’s a magical item, not a focus. That’s not what I use to… it’s complicated.”

Lucas could infer that the eye was something he wanted to keep private, though he didn’t want to give up trying to be friendly just yet. There has to be some reason this cat was sent out here to handle all the students, even if he wasn’t a people person.

“So are you one of the teachers? Oh, and what’s your name? I’m Lucas, but you probably knew that from that sheet you got there.”

“I… I’m the dean’s assistant, and I would… if I tell you my name will you go away?”

The cat still maintained his hesitation to speak, as if every word was a nuisance to get out.

“I mean… alright.”

He let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb. After a bit of silence, he tentatively said

“...Lucky. That’s my name.”

“Oh heh. Why were you so hesitant? That’s a fine name. I mean you’re a-”

“Yeah I’m a black cat and my name is Lucky. The irony is not lost on me. Now then-”

He made a shooing motion with his hands towards Lucas, and in response, the lion stood up, still puzzled by the cat, though satisfied by this current interaction.

“Alright, see you later, then.”

“No… No, you won’t.”

The moment Lucas began to think about that last remark, it slipped from his mind like butter. The memory of the cat remained, but the thought, the possibility of talking to him, was instantly voided from his mind, and as such, his contemplation stopped there. It wasn’t until he had something else to think about though, as suddenly he saw the familiar white fur of Lucy walking back to the teleportation area, practically dragging a hyena student by the wrist. Beneath the hyena’s shirt, his stomach was quite heavily bloated, clearly having vored somebody.

As he got to the area and brushed himself off, rolling his eyes at the lamb who dragged him there and was awaiting him to throw back up his meal, he focused for a moment and began to gag. After just a few seconds of focused gagging, the head of a lamb was forced up his throat, followed by the curled up shoulders of the body it was attached to. After a bit of effort, the prey doing the best it could to curl its body close to itself and make itself as thin as possible, it finally got past the halfway point and simply slid the rest of the way out onto the ground.

The lamb who was male and stood at around 5’6”, was completely naked, a section of sheered wool on his belly prominently showing an intricate rune. While Lucas couldn’t read it from here, he assumed it was a multipurpose rune that facilitated everything related to being vored, such as allowing the predator to stuff his whole body down their throat without injury, allowing him to remain in the predator’s stomach without digesting, allowing the predator to siphon nutrients from his body so they actually did end up fed, then allowing the predator to throw up the lamb painlessly whenever necessary.

The lamb took a moment on the ground to regain his bearings, wiping saliva and various other bodily fluids from his face as he got to his hands and knees and looked around.

“Agh… Hey uh… you don’t happen to have a towel, do you? It’s always cold whenever-”

He looked around the area for the predator that threw him up, though as he recognized the hyena, he just as quickly recognized his older sister.

“Oh uh… hey Lucy… sorry about missing the meetup… I uh…”

“You got distracted again?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“It’s fine, Bea. As long as you enjoyed yourself and made it here on time. Have you eaten anything today?”

“I’ve been eaten today.”

“Bea, look at you. I can feel your ribs.”

She brought a hand down to her brother, feeling his chest. His wool did well to hide his quite thin figure.

“You have responsibilities now, including getting vored. If you aren’t eating, then your predators aren’t getting fed, which means you aren’t fulfilling your end of the promise you made when you got this rune.”

She poked at the rune on his stomach, and while this little familial dispute was occurring, the students gave them some room, though many of them, including Lucas, continued to listen in. The concern did seem to contradict Lucy’s earlier desire to simply embrace her brother, though it did do well to show where her priorities lied. Regardless, it seemed that Bea was one of the last people to arrive, and once the students were organized and prepared, the actual teleportation itself occurred.

It felt instantaneous, each student being overwhelmed with magic as they were immediately warped miles away just near the entrance to the campus, then let off to do whatever they desired.

Lucas thought about spending some more time with Lucy, though decided to give her some alone time with her brother. Instead, Lucas decided to head to his room, at least to drop off his backpack and likely meet his roommate. Supposedly the roommates were decided by the staff to be good matches for each other, though the lion had doubts. He’d been paired with a flamingo, a species which he knew to be notorious for its hyper sexualized nature. He assumed the staff thought he was just some horny, territorial lion that would love to lay claim to a flamingo, who’d be quite happy to serve as his sex object.

He sighed as he remembered he’d have to disappoint the flamingo, and just as well likely have to deal with whatever advances the bird would make on him as well as any “partners” his roommate brought back to their place. He eventually found his dorm, having studied the campus layout far more than he studied the airport’s layout. His dorm building contained a large number of rooms on every floor, save for the ground floor, which was reserved for a rather large common area, help desk, and mail area.

Lucas made his way to his room, finding his door by his already memorized number. It would only open when detecting the signature of his soul, so no electronic locks were required. Something he did notice though, was a small physical interface just by the side of his door. It showed a top-down layout of what lay beyond the door. Each dorm room was a pocket dimension, something already vastly impressive given the sheer number of dorm rooms, though perhaps even more impressive was that they each contained a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and two bedrooms, all of which were fully furnished.

Using this magical interface, each room within the pocket dimension could be moved around, combined, even creating multiple stories however the attendees desired, as well as even combining rooms with other students’ rooms if both parties desired as much. Lucas couldn’t use the interface as someone was currently inside the room, though that only made him more nervous

He took a deep breath as he prepared to meet his roommate. Given their rarity, he had never actually met a flamingo before, though, through the proliferation of their species in pornography, he was aware of their customs and general appearances. He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. He looked around, seeing the kitchen, living room, and currently open bathroom, which meant the flamingo was likely in one of the bedrooms. The only notable thing was that on the couch in the living room lay a rather large egg.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Uh…”

Called back a distinctly feminine voice, though, after a short pause, it said

“Lucas, right? You’re my roommate?”

“Yeah… Your name is Joy, right?”

Lucas called back as he stepped further into the room, about to turn the corner on the first bedroom when suddenly a massive bird stepped out. The flamingo was certainly stunning to be met with. His body was dressed in a full grey skinsuit, accentuating every curve of his body, from his wide hips to his thin waist. Lucas couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sheer satisfaction the flamingo brought to his natural, lustful instincts, but he tried to suppress them as he usually did. He knew Lucy had been able to fix his chaotic magic earlier, but he could tell the issue was still ever present, and lust would only increase the risk of it acting out.

The flamingo seemed just as taken aback by the lion, both of them taking a few steps back to actually meet each other’s eyes, as there was about a 40 inch height difference between them.

“I uh… I like your outfit.”

“Thanks, my mom made it for me. I like your… size…?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorta cursed. I don’t really age up physically, and my magic can be a little weird sometimes… sorry this probably wasn’t what you were expecting. You probably thought I was gonna be some big strong alpha lion, right?”

“That definitely was what I was expecting.”

“I um… I don’t think I’ll be able to uh… be like that. I’m sorta passive and stuff. I’m not really like other lions.”

Lucas was looking for hints of disappointment and annoyance in the flamingo’s face, though the bird simply stared down wide eyed at him, as if unable to believe what he was seeing, and while Lucas assumed that was out of dismay, he couldn’t really confirm it. The flamingo held out a hand for the lion to shake, which he promptly took.

“It’s uh, nice to meet you, Lucas.”

“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you too.”

They broke off the awkward handshake, and while the flamingo still seemed at a loss for words, Lucas decided to speak up.

“So is that egg yours?”

“Oh, that? No, my mom also made that, heh. Earlier today actually. It’s super magical or whatever. You can do whatever you want with it.”

Lucas nodded as he walked over to it, almost touching it with his hand as he felt magic practically radiating off the oval mass. He suddenly turned to hear a small sound from the flamingo, something that sounded like a stifled laugh. The bird turned away from the lion, putting a hand on the door frame and leaning against it in a suddenly quite relaxed manner, showing off that his plump rear maintained the seemingly flawlessly sexualized proportions of the rest of his body.

“Did you say something?”

“Oh no don’t worry about it… it’s just… don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you later.”

As he spoke, Lucas heard what sounded like deep satisfaction and even relief in the flamingo’s voice, rather than the disappointment he was expecting.
