Arcane retention was a concept used in the study of magic to assess the amount of magic a certain vessel could hold, living or otherwise. The value was determined by the size of the vessel, the arcane harmony of the material, and any outside influencing factors.

Mice had particularly low arcane retention, their bodies lacking any natural magical harmony like a few magical species had, and their notoriously petite sizes could rarely hold large amounts of magic without training.

Millie, being an obsessive, hard working alchemist, found herself coated with nullifier fluid on an almost daily basis, and over the years it heavily stunted her magical capabilities. That, in tandem with her mouse heritage and her young form, meant she has virtually no magic even in controlled situations.

This made her current predicament quite difficult, having to escort her two incapacitated captors all the way to the clinic, both of them being far larger than her. After Anthony explained to her the task, then revealed her eyes and hands from beneath the living latex, she made her way to her backpack and her container of nullifier fluid, expunging the rest of her rubber bodysuit and letting it melt to the ground, leaving her nude.

She got dressed behind the privacy of the couch, then walked back in front of Anthony, who still could not remove the rabbit’s head from his slit. While she was always willing to help, being a genuinely good person at heart, she wasn’t about to lend her aid without repercussion.

“And what do *I* get out of this?”

“I dunno. What do you want? Cheese?” Anthony responded as he shrugged his shoulders

“I can get my own cheese. I waaaant… You. Or more specifically, your body.”

“Tch. No problem. Just gimme a time and a place and we can-”

“Not like that. I mean like…” She thought about her answer for a moment, contemplating how to explain her desires to someone so uninitiated with her field of work

“Alchemy requires essence. Fluids, loose scales, shed fur, they’re all fine, but body parts are more effective, and even among body parts, there’s a hierarchy of effectiveness. You’re a snake, so you shed, right?”

Anthony gave a nod.

“In the long term, every time you shed, I want the remains. And in the short term… I want your fangs.”

Anthony gave a sigh at the strenuous requests, though knew he wasn’t in a bargaining position.

“Alright, fine. You got some acid or something in your bag?”

“It wouldn’t be difficult to make some, but I’m certain the nurse will have pliers of some sort that will work far more effecti-”

“Pliers won’t work. A bone saw, yes, but no, not pliers.”

“I’d like your fangs to be in their best condition after their removal.”

“They’re attached directly to my skull, Either you cut them off, burn them off, or they’re not coming off. Trust me, my mother used to try and-.”

“I trust you.”

She interrupted him, giving a huff.

“We’ll discuss this at the clinic. Now gimme a second to see what I can do.”

Millie said as she grabbed her bag from behind the couch, searching through its contents and examining a number of vials, covered glasses, and covered containers, eventually settling on a rather large container filled with pink fluid. She unscrewed the cap and downed it all with a few mouthfuls.

“What was that?”

“Giraffe saliva, mostly.”

“Is giraffe spit pink?”

“No. The color comes from the potion making process. If you’d like a lesson on alchemical spectroscopy, I’d be happy to give it to you later.”

“I’ll uh… think about it. But how exactly is giraffe spit gonna get us out of here?”

“That specific brew is one I commonly use in laboratories. It makes it easier to carry multiple things. Just a few sips is usually enough, but considering you two are so… big, I downed the whole thing.”

“So, what, it makes you stronger?”

“What? No, giraffes aren’t particularly strong. I’d need mule if I wanted strength.”

“Then what-”

His continuous questioning was interrupted as Millie tensed up for a moment, bringing a hand to her throat. Her eyes shut, and she held there for a few seconds before her mouth burst open, and a long, thick tongue flowed out of it. It measured multiple yards in length, just from the portion that spilled out, and was easily about a foot thick.

Her tongue went to Michael’s body first, wrapping around it tightly, then pulling quite hard. With some intentional relaxation from Anthony, the rabbit’s head was pulled loose from his slit, and the entirety of his lifeless body flopped back onto the ground. Her tongue then went and wrapped around the corpse, hiding much of its form within coils. Anthony tensed up in pain as the appendage closed his legs, irritating his broken pelvis, then wrapped around him in similarly thick coils.

His arms were restrained beneath the coils even despite his lack of resistance. Effortlessly, she lifted both their bodies off the ground, magically requiring only the strength of her extended tongue rather than the rest of her body as logic would dictate. Saliva soaked deep into Michael’s fur and Anthony’s scales, and while the former likely would’ve enjoyed the sensation, were his soul not trapped within the amulet, the latter found it quite messy.

“Could you make your tongue less… slimy?”

Millie, who was carrying her cargo just behind her akin to a child carrying a balloon, glanced back at Anthony, and while she couldn’t give a verbal response, she simply nodded her head. Though, perhaps out of spite, her tongue didn’t get any less damp, instead, its tip instead reached to Anthony’s mouth and stuffed itself inside, folding over itself multiple times to stretch his jaw to its limit, with pints of saliva forcefully drained into his mouth.

A long trail of saliva stained the sidewalk, the sight of this small mouse carrying her two passengers with her tongue drawing more than a few eyes. The campus was rather large, though Millie, who had attended the previous year as well, was well aware how to traverse it. Before long, she found the clinic and entered inside, making certain to hold the door and bring in her massive tongue before she entered in as well.

Inside the clinic was a reception area, which was currently empty. Opposite the door was an unmanned desk, on which sat a computer. They remained alone only briefly, as the opening door signaled to the nurse to enter from a door behind the desk, behind which rested a more proper assessment and treatment area.

The nurse was a tall woman, being about 6’8”, clearly being a swan, though she lacked any manner of uniform. Rather than biological skin and feathers, her body was a smooth rubber, accompanied by a closed nozzle on her midsection and handlebars on her thighs, perfecting her pooltoy appearance. Though despite the non biological physiology, she still had rather large breasts and a similarly smooth vagina. Even by the way she walked and held herself, she seemed rather haughty, glancing down at the mouse with an uncaring expression.

“Let me guess. Can’t control that tongue of yours?”

She said as she took one glance at the mouse, who firmly nodded her head, then began to recede her tongue. Both bodies behind her dropped to the floor with a thud, Anthony groaning as he impacted.

“No, ma’am. I gave this tongue to myself so I could carry these two.”

The nurse stepped out from behind the desk, approaching the two bodies. She knelt down at Michael’s, using her thumb and index finger to pry open his right eye, gazing deeply into it.

“This one’s a corpse. You got his soul nearby?”

“Yeah… right here.”

Anthony said as he showed the pendant to the nurse, who approached him next. She held it in her hand and gave a slight nod.

“Right. Now let’s see what’s wrong with you.”

“I’m fine, I just broke… my…”

He paused as the swan’s left hand reached its long, slender fingers under his chin, craning his head up to gaze at her eyes. He found the sigh utterly irresistible, his words trailing off as he stared blankly at the swan. Both of them stayed in silence for about half a minute as Millie watched, growing rather curious until the swan broke eye contact, but the snake maintained the dumbfounded look on his face, lying back on the ground as his eyes remained locked on the pooltoy avian.

“Uh… My name’s Millie, by the way. That’s Anthony, and that’s Michael. Sorry if this isn’t a good time, but um… what did you do?”

The nurse didn’t glance back at the mouse, instead, reaching down and poking at Anthony’s pelvis with her slender fingers. The snake had an extremely high pain tolerance, but now he didn’t even seem to register what should be the excruciating sensation of the swan’s touch on the midsection.

“Just a bit of hypnotism. I mesmerized him with my natural swan allure, enhanced by a bit of magic, so now he’s so enamored with my appearance, his mind ignores any pain or discomfort. You three, I assume Michael is lucid enough to hear me from the necklace, may call me Nurse Mariah. Speaking of which, it’s certainly nice to see you again, Michael. At least… it will be once you’re alive again.”

“Have you two met?”

“Oh yes. He stopped by a few days ago, quite the charmer, he is. I happened to be free at the moment, so I enjoyed his body. I lack any real internal organs, this pooltoy body is far better suited than a biological one to dealing with unpredictable magic, so he pumped me full of semen until my rubber nearly burst.”

“That uh… makes sense.”

Millie new firsthand that certain materials transferred magic far better than others, biological matter being quite well suited for magical conductivity. People in fields that involved hostile or chaotic magic were prone to wearing mundane coverings or transforming their body temporarily or permanently into materials that conducted magic poorly as a safety precaution.

Mariah picked up Anthony in a bridal carry, huffing as she took on his weight, all while the snake maintained a dumbfounded look, curling close his upper body against the swan as his mind obsessed over her appearance. His hands ran across her soft rubber, squeezing and touching as he saw fit while he was being carried.

“You’re very pretty…” He said in a distracted way

“I know I am.” 

She responded as she carried him to the back, laying him on one of the hospital beds, much to Anthony’s dismay. Her delicate hands went to his pelvis, and with a few encantations, soft light began to glow in the area, the bones beneath the skin reforming and reshaping into their original design. Even as his injury was healing, he tried to push himself up and follow her back out, she pointed a finger back and commanded “Stay there” as if by second nature, having seen in the past the willingness of her patients to ignore their injuries as they attempt to see more of her beauty.

She carried Michael’s body next, and while she gave no clear instruction to Millie, the mouse followed the nurse into the room regardless, still wanting her end of the deal with Anthony. Mariah laid Michael’s body flat on the ground. She used a similar magic on Michael’s back to heal its injuries, then went to a collection of nearby cabinets, containing a series of medical supplies and arcane tools. She withdrew a collection of tall candles, dried wax unevenly spread along the surface of the cylinders.

She pushed a few beds out of the way for room, then placed the 5 candles in a circle around Michael. She cupped her hands together and spoke softly, opening her hands to reveal a small green flame that she brought down to each candle, lighting them all in turn. As each candle was lit, a similarly neon green line of pure magic naturally appeared between the candles to connect them, curving away from Michael’s body, and thus forming a perfect circle.

The ominous green glow of the candles illuminated the room, and once the magical circle was stable, the swan returned to Anthony and removed the necklace, the snake watching his nurse in glee the whole time. With her right hand, she loosely held the necklace inside the bounds of the circle, giving a few chants, which prompted the necklace to begin glowing.

Anthony was familiar with the process beyond this point, the soul needing to be removed from its current host and transferred to its original one, though he’d never seen the circle of candles, which made him assume it was a safety measure of some sort, safety being something his mother rarely bothered with.

Something resembling a large, amorphous collection of light and magic was removed from the necklace, prompting the swan to pull the pendant back out of the circle, leaving residual green magic along the rubbery surface of her hand, which she wiped off nonchalantly on her coat. The entity, which Millie discerned to be Michael’s soul, seemed to float around aimlessly within the magic circle, though any time it touched the perimeter a green wall would manifest, preventing it from moving beyond the candles.

“What is… what are we looking at?” Millie asked to Mariah

“That’s Michael’s soul. Souls can’t think very well without a host. It’ll recognize its original body soon, don’t worry. The candles are just so it doesn’t go anywhere accidentally.“

The nurse waited with her arms crossed, watching the soul float aimlessly within the circle as she tapped her fingers on her arms. Growing a bit impatient, she glanced down at the mouse.

“Millie.” She spoke, getting the rodent’s attention, who soon looked up and into the swan’s eyes, falling under the same spell as Anthony. Millie grew entranced, her mouth hanging open as she gazed longingly into Mariah’s eyes.

“Y-Yes, ma’am?”

Rather than being dumbfounded like Anthony, Millie was more embarrassed, maintaining a deep blush and uncertain posture in response to these newfound emotions.

“You know your magic has been heavily stunted, right?”

“I-I know, ma’am… I’m an alchemist. I-I have to uh… suppress magic using chemicals in order to alchemy o-or else I…”

Mariah reached down and placed a slender finger on the mouse’s lips to quiet her. She’d seen the type before, to fall in love then never stop talking, regardless of how embarrassed they grew, as if explaining more somehow made them more understandable. Millie let out a soft squeak as she was silenced, her heart practically pounding out of her chest in excitement.

“That tongue of yours, just how long is it?”

“O-Oh with how much potion I drank I th-think about 10 feet? That’s j-just an estimation, though, it could be a bit more or a bit less depending on different factors, like the-”

“That’ll work. While we wait for your friend, I want you to put that tongue to work. Show me how much you love me~.”

While Mariah was a caring person, at least when it came to her job as a nurse, she was far from submissive and yielding when it came to sexual encounters. She was dominant, through and through, but saw her own body as a tool to be used for her pleasure. She raised a webbed foot and placed it against Millie’s snout, pushing softly and causing the mouse girl to fall to the ground on her rear. At that, the nurse squatted down over her head, her bare pussy mere inches from the mouse’s mouth.

“Let’s put that mouth to better use~.”

With her mouth filled with the pooltoy goose’s vagina, Millie extended her tongue, beginning to lick all around her entrance and inside her slit. The mouse was quite inexperienced when it came to sexual situations like this, but with how strong her love for the swan resonated, she was more than eager to at least try. Her tongue reached deep and continually swirled around the swan’s pussy, coating it with saliva as the only source of moisture due to the pooltoy anatomy, and tasting distinctly of rubber as she did so.

“Ahh~, how delightfully inexperienced~. You’re no flamingo, Millie, but you have talent~. Now go deeper, I wanna taste your tongue with my own~.

The mouse was more than content towards obeying the swan’s every command, sticking her tongue deeper within the avian’s slit. The swan’s resemblance to proper anatomy soon faded as her vagina lacked an internal track, instead leading to the hollow interior of her body. It was strange for the mouse, having to reach directly to the inner walls of her torso to touch anything properly, but Mariah seemed to derive pleasure simply from the depth of Millie’s tongue, in tandem with any proper physical stimulation.

She licked deeper as the swan’s moans grew louder, eventually reaching up to the neck of the pooltoy, and slithering inside it. Being a pooltoy that lacked any proper vocal cords or lungs, her voice was a magical manifestation, and thus she didn’t need access to her throat to speak, allowing her to continue her moans as the mouse’s tongue interlocked with her own, feeling orgasmic please as her body tensed and relaxed constantly, squeezing Millie’s tongue with her slit, and massaging her own breasts with her hands.

The commotion drew the attention of Anthony, who was more than willing to pleasure his newfound love, especially with feeling and functionality returned to his pelvis. He stood from the bed and approached Mariah, reaching around from behind and slipping beneath her hands to massage her breasts.

“Let me serve you, too~”

He said in an inattentive sounding voice, though while his mind wasn’t muddled by his feelings, he was more than eager to serve the swan, who was equally eager to receive more pleasure. He knelt down above the mouse’s legs and aligned himself with the swan’s ass, reaching his hands back down to return Mariah’s breasts to her own hands, and instead spread the pooltoy’s rear wide enough for both his cocks to fit inside. 

Mariah had no form of training, certainly not formal, as it pertained to the stretching of her holes, but the natural elasticity of rubber sufficed for his two cocks, which he happily began thrusting in and out of her holes. Her moans only increased as he joined the fray, and despite the awkward position so close to the ground, he was able to continually thrust into her rear. 

Anthony was unfamiliar with the idea of being gentle during sexual encounters, and soon began kissing and biting the swan’s neck, digging his sharp fangs into the rubber out of instinct and lust. Regular rubber would’ve undoubtedly torn, but her body was unnaturally durable due to a mix of enchantments and diligent health practices.

The swan’s right hand went up to Anthony’s head and began to pet it, holding him close to her body as she was given more pleasure, seeing it as her reward for a job well done. All the while, Michael’s soul soon returned to his body. His perception was akin to falling asleep as the soul was removed from the pendant, then waking up once it was returned to his body, only having a hazy memory of the short time spent floating about as a hostless spirit.

Regardless, awoke to the similar smells and sounds of sex, an experience was familiar with living in a rabbit community where orgies were at times more common than conversations. He stood up and looked around the room, his eyes locking on the bright white rubber of the swan who sat sandwiched between his two friends.

Michael pushed himself to his feet, eager to join in on the threesome, though similarly eager to engage in some dirty talk with the nurse herself, with whom he became well acquainted a few days prior.

“Fancy seeing that rubber ass of yours again so soon~. Anyway, thanks for the resurrection, I’ll see what I can do to pay you back~.”

He said as he approached her, placing his hand on the back of her head and pushing it against his cock. He pushed his cock into her beak, and though she was usually the dominant type, in particularly lustful situations like these, she was more than content to give in to whatever extra sexual desire came her way. Her pooltoy body had no real nerve receptors, all sensations of touch being transmitted through magic to her perception, and thus were malleable. She used this malleability to associate all forms of penetration with pleasure, thus even as her beak was penetrated her pleasure increased.

Michale began to thrust, his hands rubbing against the swan’s head softly, the unique sensation of inflated rubber against his fur always being an odd though delightful feeling, and though rubber hardly made for optimal pleasure when it came to penetration, both Millie and Mariah’s tongues soon wrapped around his cock as he began to thrust, the two appendages intertwining gracefully to maximize his pleasure.

The room was hardly mood lit, the eerie green glow from the candles still acting as the sole source of illumination, and the constant squeaking of rubber was a far cry from the usual rubbing of fur against fur that usual sexual encounters were accompanied by, but though the recipient had atypical anatomy, such a restriction never amounted to a substantial hindrance in her ability to experience pleasure, or her ability to find willing partners.

Millie was the only one experiencing no pleasure at the moment, though she was keen on pleasuring her master instead of herself, too enamored by the swan to indulge her own desires. Perhaps due to Michael being the most lucid, he was the last to orgasm, with Mariah reaching her climax first, experiencing multiple orgasms over the duration of their session, Anthony reaching his second as Millie used the midsection of her tongue to pleasure his cock as a show of good spirits, and an acknowledgment that she had forgiven him for practically kidnapping her, and Michael orgasming last, shooting a particularly thick load he increased in quantity through magic into the swan, visibly bloating her hollow belly in a way he knew she’d enjoy. 

Her body was internally divided into sections, with her torso being separated from her legs, arms, and head, save for her throat and beak. As a result, Michael’s cum could easily pool into her stomach, bloating it out as if she were pregnant, and drenching the mouse’s tongue in its taste. Michael knew to pull out, the swan, though lustful and extravagant, wasn’t especially durable or energetic when it came to long, stretched out sexual encounters. 

Mariah reached her hands back and pushed away Anthony next, prompting him to stand. Lastly, Millie receded her tongue as the nurse began to pull it out of her pussy, satisfied deeply with their threesome.


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Upon making acquaintance with his flamingo roommate, Lucas found that Joy wasn’t particularly keen about sexuality or lewdness in general, something quite unique among flamingos. Though, even despite his assurances that arousal was the last thing on Joy’s mind, Lucas couldn’t reciprocate the feeling.

The way Joy’s skintight outfit hugged his curves so gracefully sent waves of arousal through Lucas’s mind, and more than once he found himself staring at the flamingo’s naturally seductive movements, even as he performed menial tasks like unpacking, all the while fantasizing about all the things Joy could so easily force upon him, given their size difference. Lucas knew his chaotic magic had a tendency to act upon his desires, so he tried his best to keep his arousal in check. While Joy was unpacking, he called out from his room.

“Y’know my dad is sorta like you, Lucas.”

The lion was snapped out of his focus, having caught himself staring at the flamingo’s plump rear as he was bent over the bed.

“Y-Yeah? What makes you say that?”

“Young. He’s real into age regression, so he keeps himself young all the time. About 12 or so. It’s kinda weird having my father look and act younger than I am, but I’ve gotten used to it. It helps that he’s way more powerful than me.”

“Oh, that uh… that does sound kinda weird.”

“He loves to sexualize himself, though, unlike you. Runs a porn account on just about any social media platform he can get his hands on. It’s kinda weird, he loves playing up his shota gimmick, but he still acts like he’s our father. My mother and sister play along with it much more than I do, but I don’t really mind it, at least the non sexual parts.”

Lucas continued to stare at the flamingo’s ass, knowing he could play it off as simply maintaining the conversation if his roommate every turned around and spotted him.

“Well… You’re right I don’t sexualize myself. I’m also cursed, though. My aging process was kinda frozen a few years ago. I still haven’t found a way to undo it.”

“Oh… that sucks… I think. I mean, there are worse curses to get stuck with, right?”

“Yeah… right.”

With that their conversation ended, yet Lucas found himself no less enamoured by the flamingo before him. His entrancing physique already caused the lion to grow hard in his shorts, and more than once he caught himself not only staring but practically drooling at the tantalizingly plump ass of the bird.

He needed something to distract himself, and so he turned to the egg on the couch beside him, admiring the size of the thing, clearly made by somebody with both fetishistic experience with eggs, as well as wide enough hips to lay such an object on a whim, both traits rather common among flamingos.

Joy had been rather scant on details regarding the egg, Lucas only knew it came from his mother and that it was unfertilized. Items particularly resonant with magic had to be created using specially designed materials, otherwise the magic would drain out. Luckily biological matter was one of the best candidates for storage of arcane energy, and it was clear this egg held an extraordinary amount.

Holding his hand an inch above the item, he felt a literal buzz in the air, not in a physical sense, but a magical one. It was feint, easily ignorable, but it was an unmistakable indicator of magic seeping from the egg. Powerful was perhaps the improper word to describe this item, as while it resonated with an extraordinary amount of magic, it was far from a practical, lacking any true purpose beyond storage. 

Similarly, removing the magic from the item wouldn’t exactly be easy. Cooking it was the most obvious choice, though that would involve breaking it apart, and neither Joy nor Lucas were chefs, much less chefs particularly well versed in cooking magical foods.

Lucas brought the egg into his lap as he assessed how to deal with it, the weighty oval feeling warm on his covered thighs, pressing against the bulge in his pants. Holding it now he could admire its size and weight properly, being nearly 10 pounds, and easily measuring around 30 inches in height.

It could produce quite a large meal by itself, far larger than his stomach could reasonably take, and while he wasn’t particularly into over eating, weight gain, or other similarly related fetishes, he did know at least enough magic to expand his stomach’s capacity. Nonetheless, he’d much rather be filled with cum than proper food~.

With that intrusive thought, he felt a small, similarly involuntary burst of magic. His face immediately blushed, realizing his chaotic magic activated once more. Whatever the sheep at the airport did had lasted a while, Lucas’s perpetual sense of uncontrolled magic flowing through his body had been halted. Nevertheless, the sudden influx of arcane energy from holding this egg was enough to reinitiate his chaotic magic, doing so quickly enough for him not to realize until it was too late.

Quickly he recalled what he was thinking about: being filled with cum. That was hardly a unique thought, in fact, he found himself fantasizing about being bloated by the warm, sticky substance quite often, and he knew his chaotic magic could manifest this desire any number of different ways.

“Uh… Lucas?”

Joy called out, sounding notably more alarmed than before. The lion winced, hoping it was unrelated to his chaotic magic, but having those hopes dispersed once he turned and looked back over the couch.

Joy was standing now, facing Lucas, his stance knock kneed while his face held a deep blush. More notable though, was the massive equine cock now protruding from his cloaca.

Avian cocks were always hard by nature, but were kept receded into their cloaca when not in use. As a result, Joy’s equine cock, measuring around 25 inches in total would remain perpetually hard, only increasing about a foot in length when aroused.

“Did you do this?”

Lucas sheepishly stared at Joy, trying his best not to admire the massive cock pressed up against his torso, outlined perfectly by his skin tight suit. For a moment he thought about lying, it certainly helped in encounters with strangers, but he knew that Joy would find out about his chaotic magic eventually.

“Y-Yeah… but it wasn’t intentional, I promise!”

“How exactly is giving me ahorse cock not intentional?!”

Joy raised his voice, growing further panicked at this new development, especially as he became embarrassed at the thought of walking around with this unhideable erection.

“C-Chaos magic! Because I’m cursed to not age, body can’t hold all the magic my soul produces… so it tends to act out sometimes when I think about things…”

“So you were thinking about giving me a horse cock?”

“W-Well I was thinking about being filled with cum… b-but I guess this is just how it manifested!”

Joy’s cock was only had about a foot protruding from his cloaca due to his lack of arousal, though as he unintentionally grew more sexually excited from the embarrassment, his cock began to visibly grow, protruding further from his slit and thus compounding his humiliation.

“Alright well undo it then!”

After having revealed his cock, Joy used his arms to hide his outlined erection, looking down slightly out of embarrassment to avoid eye contact.

“I can’t… I can’t undo my own chaos magic. That’s just how it works… I can try to give you some of my own magic after you undo it, though! Pay it back, I guess…”

“I don’t know how to do it either! I’m not like… super good with magic. I can do basic stuff but I’ve never been very good at like counterspells and preventative enchantments...”

“Alright uh… w-well sometimes it’ll go away naturally if like… I get what I was thinking about…”

He spoke in a sheepish way, not wanting to suggest such a thing so openly, but secretly wanting nothing more than to ride that massive cock.

“You want me to fuck you? I… f-fine, if you think it’ll work… we’re doing it on your bed, though.”

Lucas followed Joy as they went to the lion’s bedroom, both of them equally embarrassed for different reasons, though both similarly aroused. Joy was a bottom primarily, though proper circumstances could see him becoming a top, and this massive cock was sending extraordinary amounts of arousal through his mind,

“W-Well you don’t have to fuck me if you don’t want… I mean I don’t think it’ll even fit naturally…”

“Don’t worry, my dad taught me to write some pretty complicated elasticity runes. With how young he is, he needs them to fuck just about anything he wants without pain of injury.”

“Alright but… are you sure it’ll be enough?”

Lucas asked as he hopped onto the bed, sliding down his shorts and underwear to reveal his cock, lying back to allow the flamingo to work. Joy raised an eyebrow at the Lion’s doubt, reiterating just how sexually actively his father was.

“I’ve seen him take cocks longer than I am tall. Each rope, not even the entire load, each individual rope of cum was more mass than his entire body, and he took the entire length and load with ease.”

Lucas gave a nod to say he understood, his mind wondering exactly how that would look, and more enticingly, feel. Joy slid Lucas’s shirt up and began to freehand the necessary rune on Lucas’s stomach.

While plenty of tools existed to supplement the drawing of runes, they could be done freehand with a bit of practice. Joy had long since memorized the runes his father taught him, even if he wasn’t the sexual sort. The capability of runes were dictated both by their size and complexity, with the rune Joy drew encompassing Lucas’s entire stomach, delicate intricacies interspersed throughout.

Lucas’s cock twitched all throughout, entranced by the flamingo’s soft and delicate fingers. It felt heavenly feeling them drift so elegantly across his soft stomach, to the point where it was almost difficult to keep still.

“I can’t do this if you keep moving. Hold your breath.”

“S-Sorry your fingers are just… really soft. Your feathers are ticklish…”

“What, you into tickling now?”

“N-No… I mean it’s not bad, b-but I… sorry, I’ll keep still.”

He took a deep breath and held still, allowing Joy to soon finish the intricate rune. After which the flamingo pulled back and took a deep breath.

“Alright… don’t tell anyone about this, ok? I don’t want people thinking they can just ask and I’ll fuck them. I already get enough of that as a flamingo.”

“I promise I’ll keep quiet. Thanks for doing this.”

Joy nodded in acknowledgement then focused on his outfit, a portion of his torso dissipating, thus allowing his perpetually erect cock to fall forwards, lined up with Lucas’s body rather well, and allowing him to see just how big the member was. With just a few added inches, the cock could’ve easily pushed all the way through the lion’s small body.

Joy decided to lead the situation, grabbing the Lion’s ankles and raising them in the air as he lined up his cock, pushing inside with a shudder. It felt quite pleasurable, his body stretching with ease to accommodate the cock. Even despite the size of his member, Joy tried his best to be delicate with the lion, something he appreciated.

“Ohh~... it feels so good~.”

Lucas moaned out as it entered inside him, his body feeling far warmer as pleasure flowed through it.

“The runes give you pleasure from how far you’re being stretched. More stretching means more pleasure.”

Lucas didn’t know exactly what to do with his hands, still a bit inexperienced when it comes to sex, so he alternated between gripping the bed, rubbing his chest, and stretching them above his head.

Joy, by contrast, was at least somewhat well versed when it came to sex. He never fucked or got fucked by anyone, at least not willingly, but his flamingo instincts helped to guide him through this encounter. SImilarly, his parents’, and moreso his sister’s, love of pranks found him getting in all manner of odd, fetishistic encounters.

Joy simply pushed his cock deeper and deeper within the lion, his body being immensely stretchy throughout, though the texture of the area he was penetrating changing depending on the depth of his cock. Once he reached the stomach, he tensed his cock, causing it to throb upwards momentarily. That small movement was usually the difference between simply making an abdominal bulge, and fucking though the entire body.

Admittedly, the feeling of the lion wrappeda around the length of his cock was quite nice, something he could easily see enjoying if circumstances were different, especially with the sheer surface area of his cock. He began his thrusts, using his long, powerful flamingo legs to undulate his hips in a way that had immense power and motion, able to thrust nearly a full foot inside and out of the lion each movement.

Lucas’s moans filled the room as he watched the large abdominal bulge grow and shrink with every thrust, creating a very distinct outline of the equine member inside him. Lucas was hardly prepared for the pleasure being stretched so heavily would bring,  after just a minute of pleasure, he reached his climax. Luckily, with his youth came physical energy he was more than willing continue this session for a few more orgasms.

Joy, conversely, was never particularly well trained in orgasm denial, and feeling his pleasure building through his cock, the surface area of which was much larger than his usual cock, and thus more pleasurable, he began to feel his orgasm approach. His entire member was thrust into Lucas, his own pelvis pounding against the lion’s small frame with every motion, while his cock drew a distinct outline in his stomach to punctuate the action.

The flamingo even began to let out his own moans as he soon approached his climax, eventually thrusting one last time and shooting his load deep into his roommate. He began shooting his first rope of cum into the lion, tensing up his entire body, but soon relaxing. Strangely, the constant stream of cum didn’t exactly end. A singular climax involved shooting out multiple ropes of cum, and while Joy had seen people able to cum mulitple minutes per rope, that usually involved hyper cocks.

This first rope didn’t appear to be ending as time passed, nor as the seconds passed did it feel any closer to being completed. Similarly alarming was when the base of his cock began to swell. He didn’t recall having a knot, he certainly would’ve felt it stretching his cloaca as it exited, so he must’ve grown it recently, likely as another result of chaotic magic.

Lucas was simply enjoying the sensation of having his stomach pumped so full of seed, as if a hose was hooked straight into his belly constantly pumping the warm liquid, but Joy was a bit more concerned about his body generating such a prodigious amount of cum. Producing hyper amounts of any fluid was more than just having a big cock or breasts, it required a few runes designed for safety purposes so as to avoid dehydration and other similarly harmful side effects.

The excessive magic stored in his suit would supplement his body’s production for quite a while without risk of ailment, but it was clear this orgasm was going to last a very long time, and his cock wasn’t growing any shorter.

“L-Lucas… I uh… I don’t think that helped…”

“Ahh~... Mmphh… What do you mean?”

“I mean my cock isn’t shrinking… if anything I think it’s getting bigger. I-It grew a knot.”

“O-Oh… that might be more of the chaotic magic…”

“My orgasm doesn’t seem like it’s stopping ahh~anytime s-soon.”

Joy’s words were rather sporadic, interspersed with moans and shudderings of pleasure, dealing with constant orgasmic stimulation as he spoke, his legs already quite shaky, forcing him to lean against the bed for support.

“Am I gonna burst if you don’t pull out?”

“N-No the rune w- mmph~, the rune will keep you safe. I-I think we should go to the n-nurse, b-before you inflate too much..”

Lucas nodded in agreement, not wanting to argue or present other options to the clearly overwhelmed flamingo. Joy proceeded to rotate Lucas’s body on his cock, turning him onto his slowly inflating belly, then lifting him until he was flush against his chest.

Magic could produce matter that did not previously exist, and as such, Lucas grew slowly heavier in Joy’s hold, despite all the cum technically coming from his cock. Regardless, Joy’s legs were strong, if a bit shaky, and his malleable bodysuit soon formed into a sort of harness, tying Lucas’s legs and arms to Joy’s torso.

“Wait before we leave, grab the egg.”

“W-What? Why?”

“I was holding the egg when the chaos magic effected you. It may be important.”

The suggestion seemed reasonable enough, so Joy grabbed the egg and held it under his right arm as they walked. The constant magic emanating from the egg served to heavily stifle the dissipation of Joy’s suit, constantly feeding him a flow of magic. Regardless, producing so much cum required a high amount of arcane energy, and as the minutes passed, the legs and arms of his suit were slowly shrinking.

Lucas felt quite embarrassed in this position, his body splayed out in the open air, tied down to the larger flamingo’s torso, while his shirt failed to cover his continually expanding belly. His stomach felt and looked like a water balloon, swaying and jostling with every step, hanging ever lower as the minutes passed

Eventually they entered the nurse’s office, finding nobody at the front desk at first, though were soon greeted by an elegant looking swan woman, though rather than soft feathers, her body was elastic rubber. She was the same pooltoy swan nurse that tended to Michael and Anthony moments before, the trio still enjoying their threesome in the back room even without the swan.

A bit more chipper thanks to the recent sexual pleasure, Mariah was more polite to these two than she was to Anthony and Millie. She looked the pair up and down, focusing on the egg for a moment, then speaking up.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“I-I can’t stop cumming.”

“Some people would consider that a good thing~.”

“A-Alright well… I don’t, s-so can you help?”

“Ok, ok. Come here.”

Mariah stepped out from behind the desk, approaching Joy. She reached up her right hand, caressing below Joy’s beak to guide his vision to her eyes. Once the connection was made, Joy’s mind was put at ease, and he similarly fell madly in love, just as the others had. With her pooltoy breasts in Lucas’s face, she examined Joy’s condition for a few seconds.

“I-I sorta caused it… It’s chaos magic.”

“I can see that.”

“Well the orgasm will end. You’re still shooting out the first rope of cum, which will last for aboooouut… 15 hours. You’ll have a few more ropes that last a similar length of time afterwards, I estimate around 10 or 12. So the climax should conclude some time next week if you’re willing to wait that long. As long as you keep yourself healthy, avoid passing out or getting dehydrated and such, there’s nothing really wrong with riding out the climax, and I’m certain you could sell that much flamingo cum for at least some money.”

“N-No, I’m not riding it out. I have c-classes, just- Ahh~ -just end it early or something.”

Every motion sent new waves of pleasure through Joy’s body, while Mariah simply sighed at his request.

“Alright, alright, just a second.”

Mariah started by putting her hands on Lucas’s sides, soon assisted by Joy in picking up the heavily inflated lion, placing him on the ground beside them, where he soon laid back beneath the weight of his massive stomach, the sheer volume of his belly being more than the rest of his body combined.

Joy’s cock sprayed a constant stream of cum into the nurse’s office before she placed her beak onto the head of his cock, her own body slowly growing more inflated as the flamingo’s seed joined the cum of Michael and Anthony. The swan’s delicate fingers rubbed along Joy’s cock, and slowly he felt the constant pleasure beginning to dissipate.

With a sigh, Joy relaxed himself, standing more steadily now as the Swan pulled off his cock. Though he hadn’t mentioned it, she also remedied the chaos magic that gave his cock its new equine shape and knot. His member began to slowly shrink, changing back into its usual, slender avian form as it receded into his cloaca.

Now that he no longer had to support Lucas, Joy sat on one of the nearby chairs in this waiting area, setting the egg beside him as he watched the nurse deal with Lucas.

“You wanna keep that cum or you want me to drain it out?”

“D-Drain it out please…”

Mariah gave a nod and got to work, raising the Lion’s legs as she knelt down by his rear. She then proceeded to shove her beak into his ass, then her head. Her neck was long, similar to a flamingo, and she soon found herself inside the stomach of the lion patient.Using magic, she began to swallow much of the cum inside him, almost akin to a vacuum.

Slowly, Lucas’s stomach was drained, until a distinct outline of the swan’s head was visible in the bulge of his torso, his elasticity yielding even to the pooltoy. While she worked, the threesome in the back room concluded, with the rabbit, Michael, exiting first. His eyes caught on the swan and the lion on the floor, and while he wished too continue pleasuring her, he knew she was busy, so his attention went to the other bird in the room.

Michael and Joy’s eyes met, the bird identifying the distinctive, half closed eyes look so many men got upon seeing on him. Just as well, the rabbit approached and sat beside the bird, prompting Joy to sight.

“Hey there~, the name’s Michael. I like your outfit.”

“Joy. We’re not having sex… but thanks.”

“Hey now, I never said anything about that. I just wanted to get to know you a little better~.”

“What? Don’t wanna get to know my roommate a little better instead?”

“He seems a bit preoccupied with our lovely nurse. And can you really blame me for seeking out the most beautiful person in the room first? I’m an angel, after all, it’s in my blood to seek out perfect mates~.”

Undeniably this rabbit was quite beautiful, his voice smooth and lucious, while his body was mesmerizing. Joy found his forward, though not aggressive approach somewhat tantalizing, at least in an objective sense. He crossed his bare legs, his suit being no more than a leotard now, just to try and hide his crotch in case his cock decided to protrude once again, though the rabbit picked up on the small physical cue.

“Oh a rabbit angel, huh? So what, you fuck extra hard or something?”

“Extra hard, extra long, extra fast… or extra gentle and lovingly, depending on what my partner is into. Then again, I never mind when I find a dom to put me in my place~.”

“So you’re a switch, huh?”

Michael gave a nod

“Alright, I’ll be your dom. My first command to you is to go try and fuck someone else. That’s also my last command as your dom, so don’t come back expecting more. Now hop to it.”

Joy gave a demeaning pat on Michael’s head, though the rabbit was unphased by the flamingo’s sarcasm. Rather, he obeyed the flamingo, getting to his feet with a sly grin and giving one more look at Joy.

“You’re funny~. I bet you’re into something… secretive. And I bet once I figure it out you’ll be wrapped around my finger~. See ya around, Joy~.”

He said the name in a sultry tone as he returned to pester Anthony. Joy was perhaps a little more rude than necessary, but he found himself getting slowly seduced by the entrancing rabbit, and had to dispel the conversation quickly.

Meanwhile, Millie similarly found herself enamored, though in a more romantic rather than lustful way. After exiting the back room, she looked between Joy and Lucas, instantly smitten by the appearance of the lion. He was so young and cute, just like her, an innocence resonating off of him. She always stood out among the other, older students, so finding someone that also enjoyed age regression was a wonderful sight.

She approached Lucas while he was still on the ground, the nurse’s head shoved up his ass to drain his cum. She stood over him, gazing down at the lion, to which he returned her gaze with a small blush, feeling exposed before this cute mouse.

“Hi there.”

“Uh… h-hey.”

“My name’s Millie.”

“I’m Lucas, it’s nice to meet you.”

The lion held up a weak hand for a handshake, which she eagerly accommodated.

“It’s nice to meet you too. Are you a student here?”

“Oh uh… yeah. I know I’m sorta young, but hey, you are too so I guess uh… it’s not too weird.”

Millie giggled at the lion’s awkward response.

“Your fur is beautiful~.”

“Oh wow, thank you… I like yours as well. Your dress is cute.”

Millie giggled again, this time accompanied by a blush, loving the complement from the lion she was quickly becoming enamored with far more than he enjoyed the compliment from her. Anthony tapped her on the shoulder, looking between her and the nurse.

“So are we gonna do the fangs thing now?” 

Anthony asked, to which Millie glanced back and responded in a somewhat impatient way.

“Huh? Oh, sure, go ahead. Just give them over when you’re done. You don’t need me to do it, right?”

The snake shrugged, then went with the nurse back to the backroom to explain the situation and remove his fangs. After that, the two young students continued their conversation with a question from Lucas.

“So you’re uh… you’re into age regression?”

“Oh um…”

Millie paused at the question. It was quite common within communities focused around transformation to not openly acknowledge the transformation itself, instead acting as if it was just the natural state of things. This was less common among groups focused around fetishistic transformation. Regardless, Millie was a bit disheartened at what appeared to be a completely honest question.

“Y-Yes… I’m an alchemist, so I use potions to keep myself like this. You like it as well, right?”

“Well… I’m sorta cursed. I can’t really age up. I-I mean it’s sorta grown on me, I like this body, even if it can sorta cause problems with the amount of magic I produce…”

“Well I think lion cubs are much cuter than adult lions, personally.”

“Thanks… lions are sorta supposed to be strong, though. It feels weird to be so small and weak.”

“Well maybe you just need a nice lioness to help protect you~? Maybe even someone who understands what its like to be young all the time?”

Millie finally proposed the question, and moments after Lucas heard it, his eyes went wide, blushing as he realized he was being flirted with this whole time.

“O-Oh! Uh… I-I um…”

I stumbled over his words, wanting to hide away, but before he could give a definitive answer, he was saved by a now defanged Anthony emerging from the back room with the nurse, the snake tapping Millie on the shoulder and handing her the fangs, to which she impatiently looked back and took them, then turned towards Lucas once again.

“W-Well maybe we can discuss this a bit more back at my room? J-Joy won’t mind a bit more company, right Joy?”

He called out to the flamingo, who had been overhearing the conversation. He gave a vague gesture of indifference, then got to his feet, picking up the egg once again. Lucas followed suit, gesturing for the mouse to follow, but as they turned to leave, Mariah called out.

“Oh, before you go, remember to talk with the dean about your pet. Pets are allowed on campus, so long as the dean approves of it.”

The two of them looked back confused, wondering if this was some manner of joke or derogatory comment.

“What pet?” Lucas asked

“The egg.”

“Oh this is unfertilized. My mother laid it earlier today while she was transformed.” Joy responded

Mariah raised one eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I’ve been practicing medicine since before you were born. You really gonna try and pull a fast one on me?”

“I’m not lying, lady.” Joy continued “I saw her lay it earlier, just as a way to get rid of um… well she drank some cum that was imbued with magic, so she laid this to get rid of the extra energy.”

“Your cum, I presume?”

“Well y-yeah-”

“And what were you two at the time?”

“What were…? Oh, well I was a kobold and she was a dragon. But she drank it, it wasn’t really inserted into her womb.”

“Doesn’t matter where it was inserted, doesn’t matter where or why or how she got it. What matters is that she used cum from a compatible species to create an egg, thus it is fertilized. What, were you never told how babies were made?”

Joy was stunned at the revelation of the egg being fertilized. Fertilization and impregnation were quite common in this over sexualized world, though unless performed under very specific circumstances, of which this egg did not meet, they’d always produce feral animals.

“N-No… thanks for the heads up. So when’s it due?”

“Well the laying process was heavily accelerated, according to you. That probably means it’ll hatch much quicker than normal as well. I can’t give an exact date without talking with you mother, but it could be anywhere from minutes to days. Expect it to be out of that egg within the month, though.”

“Right… thanks.”

The bird was unprepared for dealing with a pet, much less a dragon. And considering it was created from two creatures who had the souls of flamingos, and from lustful magic, Joy was worried that this dragon may quickly become a nymphomaniac. Luckily his parents were rich, so any amount of necessary amenities weren’t out of reach, at least in terms of cost.

At that, Joy, Lucas, and Millie left the nurse’s office, with Michael and Anthony leaving as well. As they walked, Millie tried to make conversation with Lucas, walking beside him and quickly taking his hand into hers. Meanwhile, Joy soon had his other side accompanied by Anthony, who wanted to try his hand at seduction.

“Hey-”

“If I’m not fucking that rabbit, I’m definitely not fucking you.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, feeling a bit dejected at the sudden rejection, though as his tongue rubbed the sensitive nubs of his amputated fangs, he decided to push a little further. Years of torture beneath his mother taught him a deep seated sense of resilience, after all.

“You fucked your mom while she was a dragon. If I get myself some wings can I bed you then?”

“I did not fuck my mother, she just drank my cum after milking me. And I was hypnotized by her as well.”

“Tch. Sounds like a luxury, to be honest.”

“Getting your cock milked, yes, getting hypnotized by your own family, not so much.”

“Your mom seems gentle. My mother killed me earlier today.”

“She… killed you? Isn’t that like… illegal or something?”

“Probably. She does it all the time, though, at least when she wants to go easy. Sometimes she’ll give me a rune that won’t let me die. Last night she cut me open and ate all of my organs for dinner. Said she wanted a special last meal before I went off to college.”

“That’s disgusting. Aren’t you supposed to be flirting with me? What part of you getting dissected is meant to be attractive?”

“Uh… hm…”

He relinquished the conversation, realizing he went off on another tangent about his mother, just as he usually did. It didn’t help that most of his waking life was spent with his mother, thus giving him a rather restrictive collection of things to talk about, and considering everything he did with his mother ranged from traumatizing to vomit inducing just to talk about, he was far from the most charismatic of people.

As they continued to walk, both pairs of male students were growing a bit confused, all four of them heading in the same direction, making all the same turns, and heading into the same building. They held idle conversations throughout, though something was definitely odd. It culminated when they both approached the same door.

“So are you guys just following us? I already said I’m not sleeping with either of you.” Joy remarked first as they stood outside the door.

“This is our room. You’re welcome to join us inside if you’d like, though~.” Michael responded.

“No it isn’t. Lucas, this is our room, right?” Joy looked down at his lion roommate, who was distracted by Millie’s increasingly obsessive behavior.

“Huh? O-Oh yeah… I think so…”

As proof, Joy reached his hand to the magical interface beside the door, knowing it would only interact with the inhabitants of the room. As expected, it sprang to life, providing him the ability to rearrange the room at ease, though he briefly noticed that the area seemed far larger than it did before, as if doubled in size.

“See? It’s ours.”

Anthony, who was confused by the situation, also tried interacting with the interface, and to further their befuddlement, it sprang to life at his touch as well. This puzzled every one of the students, save for Millie who couldn’t care less. The mouse was happy to be in the male dorms with Lucas, knowing she could only enter with permission from a male student.

“Alright, well… you guys go talk to some teacher or something about it. We’re heading inside.” Joy said as he opened the door and stepped within.

Immediately he noticed a few things off. For one, just as the interface suggested, the room was absolutely massive, far larger than the room he’d left not that long ago, though seemed similarly organized. It was as if every room was simply larger and a bit more well furnished. Equally notable, was the display in the center of the living room: A large round table with 7 seats, a white tablecloth atop, as well as an empty teacup on the table in front of each of the chairs, all of which were equally empty, save for one.

The dean, Zonzlie, sat in one of the chairs, facing the students entering inside. The plush kangaroo had a wide smile as he looked between the students entering the room, though Millie in particular had the most notable reaction, finally letting go of Lucas’s hand.

“Zonzlie!”

She said in an eager, childish voice, running towards him as a child would run towards a grandparent. Zonzlie stood from his chair and stepped beside the table, only to be tackled into a hug by Millie, who laid atop him and nuzzled her face into his soft chest, the suit top he wore getting coated in smaller bits of loose white fur.

“Oh Millie it’s so good to see you, but I’m working right now, ok? Let’s have some tea.”

He spoke to her as if she were a child both mentally as well as physically, then got to his feet. He held Millie in his arms as if she were a baby, then sat back in his chair, letting her sit in his lap.

“If you all would please come take a seat, there’s something I’d like to discuss.”

The other students, confused, obliged his request, each sitting at the table, with Lucas sitting beside Zonzlie, much to Millie’s enjoyment. Even with all of them sat down there were 2 empty seats, one of them originally meant for Millie, while the other was soon occupied as Joy set his egg down onto it.

“Firstly, it is nice to see you all. Michael and Anthony, for the second time.”

He looked between them, to which Michael returned a smile. The rabbit met with the dean earlier this week, indulging in a sexual encounter with him just as he did with every other teacher. Though his escapade with Zonzlie was notably more odd than the others, having been age regressed to a child, put in overly thick diapers, then left to hump the stuffed animal to the tune of dozens of orgasms.

“Nice to see you too, plush-butt~. Gonna put me in diapers again~?” Michael responded.

“Perhaps another time. Right now I’m here for business rather than pleasure.”

Both Millie and Michael seemed so casual around the plushie, it put the other three somewhat at ease, though they mostly found it odd. Many teachers held an authoritative air about them, certainly not having such close and personal relationships with students as Zonzlie did. The plushie continued his speech.

“As you can see your rooms are a bit different-”

Zonzlie pulled a teapot out from his pouch, then began pouring into each of the cups while he spoke.

“Don’t worry yourselves with whose memories were changed, I only did it for convenience. I think all four of you could benefit from living with each other. Michael and Anthony, perhaps a bit of temperance is in order after your injuries, while Joy and Lucas, I believe a more accessible outlet for your lust will do you both well.”

“So what, you just want us to fuck each other?” Joy chimed in, examining the tea in his cup, finding nothing unusual about the texture of smell

“What exactly you do with each other are your own responsibilities and decisions, but it is imperative to avoid the situations you both got yourselves into earlier today. You can not rely Nurse Mariah to get you out of every sexual encounter you have, after all.”

Zonzlie finished pouring the tea, placing the teapot on the center of the table before he pulled out a brush, then began brushing Millie’s fur while she drank the tea, clearly quite trusting of Zonzlie.

“Do enjoy the tea, by the way. I promise it is nothing mischievous, each of you have been through a lot today already, and I’d like you to bond with each other.”

Lucas was the first to drink, always wanting to be polite, even raising his pinky as he lifted the cup. The first sip he took was heavenly, the combination of taste and flavor was almost addicting. From the moment it met his lips he couldn’t bring down the cup until it was completely empty. It wasn’t so good that he was begging for more, but it was certainly an enticing experience.

Firstly, he felt himself rejuvenated. The tea instantly returning all energy to him, even fixing any imperfections in his fur or elsewhere, as well as returning the entirety of his magical reserves. The aspect of healing was far more noticable on Anthony, who’s fangs regrew almost instantly as he finished the drink, sprouting from the dull nubs they’d been cut from.

Millie’s reaction stood out, with her eyes fluttering as she finished drinking. She stared blankly with dreary eyes before letting out a soft sigh and leaning against Zonzlie’s chest. In just a few seconds she’d gone from wide away to a deep slumber. Zonzlie returned the brush to his pouch before standing.

“I took the liberty of putting Millie to sleep, just so you-” He looked to Lucas “-can have some time with your new roommates. Any questions?”

“Yeah uh… I have this egg, and-” Joy began to speak

“Oh don’t worry, I’m well aware. Your mother came to see me after dropping you off, actually, just wanted to make sure you’d be safe and such. Though, she was quite talkative about her escapades with you this morning. I was able to infer the rest. Don’t fret about the egg or the dragon soon to hatch, it’s your responsibility, but you won’t find any trouble from the staff.”

Joy gave a reassured nod, somewhat embarrassed about his mother telling of their sexual encounters to the school staff, but he was already quite aware of his Mother’s tendency to overshare.

Each of the students finished their tea and set their cups back down, prompting Zonzlie to use the one free hand he wasn’t holding Millie with to grab the tablecloth. In a swift motion, he yanked it from the table, each cup, as well as the pot, came flying towards him, though he held the tablecloth up like a net, each item impacting the cloth softly before he folded it over itself, containing all the items within before stuffing it into his pouch. 

Strangely, the table beneath the tablecloth was gone, each student too distracted by his display to notice it disappearing. Just as well, as they stood from their chairs, they too disappeared, folding over themselves again and again until they simply disappeared. 

“Have a nice evening, you four. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

Zonzlie called back as he exited the room, still carrying the exhausted mouse girl.
