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Omnipocalypse: The Nostalgia Dump

Because of My Hippogriff Boyfriend I Have a New Mommy

By Von Krieger

I clung tightly to my companion, Pillarpost, he'd been the one solid fixture in my life that I had to rely on the past few… I'm not sure how long it was. Days? Weeks? Months? It all kind of blurred together for some reason.

One moment I'd been eating dinner at the fish and chips by the crappy giant mall with the rundown amusement park in the middle and the next there was a blue window in my face that said something about the end of the world.

I hadn't had time to read it. Somebody had grabbed me by the hand and told me that I was going to be late for the Summoning Ceremony. I didn't have time to protest, I went along with it, and somehow I found myself enrolled in some kind of weird druidic school?

Everybody had to put their hand on a glowing, floating orb with a kinda ugly-cute looking face on it. The orb looked at a person's innate mana signature, the way their body's mana channels were aligned, and peered into their mind and soul to determine what sort of creature to summon up to act as the partner that would provide us with the strongest magical power possible.

That's how I got Pillarpost. The orb told me I was a rare case, somebody whose innate elements were paradoxical in nature. I was water/fire aligned, and that by bonding with a creature of air and earth I would potentially be able to one day become an Archdruid, whatever that was, on the foundation of being able to access all the classical elements.

Our summon would eventually become our familiar, but that required the students and summons to cultivate a bond between them that would link our souls. The waist-high bird-cat-horse with his cute little mailman's hat, post bag, and varsity jacket had been my constant companion throughout all the strangeness.

He'd been so helpful, so comforting, so soft and cuddly, that when he asked me to sneak out of the school for the evening, I hadn't even thought about disagreeing. He'd never lead me wrong and his suggestions were always helpful. It didn't cross my mind that anything nefarious might happen.

Compared to other summons, some of whom could breath fire, spray acid, or conjure up miniature tornados, Pillarpost's magical trait was his post bag, which could hold just about anything that he could fit into it and keep it preserved in time until it was taken back out again. He had so much stuff in there, I wondered how he'd managed to collect it all in the time since I'd summoned him.

"Here, you're going to need to put on some different clothes." he said, handing me a bundle, "We need to do a ritual tonight. There's a cloud of pollution even nastier than usual stirring about the Dominion, and there's going to be a pretty gross thunderstorm coming tomorrow. We're not going to be able to see the moon for weeks, and that's really important for the ritual!"

I nodded along and did as he was told. It was kind of strange, to be honest. You would think that the druidic students would be the brains of the operation and the summons our helpers, but I'd noticed that a lot of the diminutive "pets" seemed to be the ones directing things. Maybe it was just that most of the students and staff I knew were like me, of Clan Prismhoof, the Druidic Sect of Ponies and Purity.

Almost all familiars fell into one of four categories: hooved beasts that gave off a tangible presence, scaled creatures that could conjure and manipulate their innate element, fuzzy predators that could manipulate the environment, and feathered animals of the air that could enhance things with their magic.

Clan Starscale, Druidic Sect of Dragons and Danger. Clan Forestfang, Druidic Sect of Hunters and Habitat. Clan Frostfeather, Druidic Sect of Elegance and Enchantment. And Clan Chitinclaw, Druidic Sect of Champions and Chaos took in all the rest.

It was very fantasy RPG-like. It made me think about the blue and white window that had popped up when I'd first appeared at the Sacred Grove School for Developing Druids, but from what I'd learned from others, the source of the window was also something that had pretty much brought an end to my world, as well as the thing that had brought me here.

It was also responsible for the Dominion, the growing threat to the West. The Queen's Dominion was ruled by a mad queen who had gone insane with the power given to her by The System and sought to enslave all life, destroy the delicate biomes of nature, and cover the world in vileness and filth. That the core of her domain was a trash-themed amusement park that literally oozed over the landscape like a titanic slug also spoke poorly of her character.

You have a creepy theme park city made of rubbish and junk that actually oozes across the countryside leaving a trail of dementedly despoiled landscape behind it and you're NOT the villain that a bunch of destined heroes from another world are going to end up fighting? Yeah, that's not likely.

Starscale were the damage dealers with their elemental powers. Forestfang were the battlefield manipulators and controllers. Frostfeather was about the power multipliers of buffs and debuffs. Prismhoof was about leadership, healing, and opposing the sinister powers of the world. Chitinclaw, of course, were wild cards that either lacked the focus of the others but made up for it in breadth or were just outright wildcards.

Maybe it was the sparks of magical energy flowing through me, but I'd found I'd become far more easily distracted since I'd arrived. Maintaining focus and direction was more difficult than I remembered. I suppose it was water's nature as fluid and mercurial combined with fire being constantly in motion and difficult to direct. It was part of why Pillarpost was so helpful. Perhaps his Earth element helped to keep me grounded?

Whatever it was, I was lost in my musings and didn't realize what he'd given me to wear until I was fully dressed in it. It was a pink and white cheerleading outfit. He swiped a fluffy forepaw across my waist, straightening the skirt before he fluttered up to nibble on my hair with his beak. His avian aspect was that of an indigo bunting, making his head and chest a brilliant blue with plumage, granting him a grey-black beak, and wings with blue and black feathers. His feline features came from a snow leopard, though they inherited coloration from his other aspects. His forelegs, most of his torso, and his tail all came from the floofy feline. His back legs were those of an okapi, hooved and stripey. He looked… oddly handsome?

"Umm… I'm a guy!" I protested, blushing at the sight of myself in the outfit.

"Are you?" Pillarpost chirped, "I didn't notice! That's okay, though."

He continued to nibble on my hair before using his beak to pull something from his bag and put it on my head.

"I'm pretty sure!" I protested, turning my head to follow him as he moved around to the front.

"Are you positive? Because I thought human men were supposed to have certain bits and lack some others. Also, your top is crooked. Let me fix that. You need to look perfect for the ritual."

He didn't quite have human manual dexterity in his forepaws, but he managed to align the cheerleader crop top I was wearing after a few seconds of what almost looked like groping.

"I do have those bits!" I protested.

"Nah. If you had, I'd have noticed by now. After all, you change in front of me all the time! Heck, you changed just now!"

I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, as the hippogriff had said, I changed in front of him all the time. Exposing my naked body to him was something perfectly normal for a summoner and summon to do.

Except that instead of what I was exposing to my partner wasn't a penis. Heck, it wasn't any kind of human (or animal for that matter) genitalia. It was a featureless, translucent cerulean orb where my reproduction organs ought to have been.

"See? You're definitely not a guy!"

I stared at myself for a few moments. I was positive I'd been a man! I tried to remember the times from before I'd arrived here, tried to remember going to the bathroom, or jerking off, or having to adjust my junk or any of the other acts one performed with a peen.

But try as I might, my mind came up blank. I didn't know exactly what was between my legs, but I suppose I must always have had it? Had it grown in during puberty along with… huh? Along with my breasts?

The brilliant blue, shiny flesh of my ample rack strained the crop top to its limits. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. For some reason the clothing felt unfamiliar against my skin, as if it were brand new and untouched, having never experienced wearing clothes before.

"Silly! How could you be a guy? As if you could be a guy and also be my cute summoner girlfriend!"

Oh, right! How could I ever have forgotten? All the kisses he'd planted on me, the comforting way he nibbled my long… purple? I think it was purple? My long, purple hair with his beak. The texture of his rough feline-avian tongue against my own.

Huh. Now that I thought about it, obviously we were boyfriend and girlfriend! The way he groped my tits and ass with his big, thick, cute paws. The lascivious licks he planted upon my eager body. That we did everything together. Obviously a summoner and their summon were a couple! How had I never noticed it before?

The instructors, staff, and older students had all been quite open with their affection when it came to their familiars. I wasn't sure how I'd ever managed to miss it now that it had been pointed out to me.

"There, there," Pillarpost cooed, patting me on the head, "Prismhoof summoners aren't really known for their smarts. But that's okay! You're here to be my pretty power battery. You provide the mana, I provide the shape and direction, and together we can cast so many spells! That's why Sacred Grove matches us up as opposing elements. So we balance each other out. You get to be the beauty and I get to be the brains."

Oh. That made sense. Especially with my mind becoming more and more flighty as my capricious mana manifested itself more and more.

"Here, now just lie back on this blanket so we can do our first communion ritual under the light of the full moon."

I held onto him as he fluttered in the air, allowing me to lay back without lowering myself to the ground. His paws rested on my shoulders and he turned his head, beak parting so that his tongue could slip in between my lips.

We'd kissed like this so many times before and I'd never thought it was weird or out of the ordinary. Maybe it was those sparks of magic that would fuel the ritual making me feel out of sorts?

"What ritual are we performing? I never did ask…"

"Oh! We have to consummate our relationship! In order to be a proper familiar, we have to mate. Doing so on the full moon is when the barrier between man and beast is the thinnest, which is why therianthropes are forced to shift during full moons."

"That makes sense!" I replied, feeling his rapidly erecting equine manhood pressing up against me.

"But um… why the cheerleading outfit?"

"Because I think you look cute in it! And the form you summoned me in gave me a school athlete's jacket, so obviously we have to match thematically to get the most out of the tantric ritual."

He nosed my skirt aside and hooked my panties with his beak, tugging them down.

"Good girl." he purred, rubbing the flat head of his cock against my gooey nethers.

I couldn't help but moan as I felt the most intense sexual pleasure of my life. I was completely overwhelmed. It was like my body had absolutely no context for the sensations that I was experiencing. Whatever was between my legs, it was like a ball of jelly that parted if you pressed up against it regardless of the angle.

Pillarpost nibbled on my fingers, streamers of a strange, flesh-toned goo stretching between his beak and my skin. It was like he was peeling off an outer layer, revealing something blue, shiny, and wet beneath.

All of a sudden I couldn't remember how many fingers I had on that hand. Five, right? Fingers usually came in matched sets, and it wasn't like I could remember losing any in the course of my life.

He tucked the goo away in his bag, using his beak to get a grip on the strands of stuff as it peeled away from my body.

"Just relax, you'll be fine. Doing the ritual this way will bring us even closer together. It'll refine and hone our magic. Just gotta get rid of the bits that aren't a summoner and my cute, curvaceous girlfriend."

I watched as my body was locked by physical rapture, as now my entire arm felt almost as good as my netherorb.

"Mmm… it feels like I'm feeling the air on brand new skin for the first time."

"That's because you are!" Pillarpost explained as he rubbed his paws over my rump, pulling away more goo. It was like whatever the stuff was, it had been keeping the shape of my actual, blue, latex-like flesh beneath trapped and hidden somehow.

"It's a completely brand new identity, so of course it hasn't experienced anything yet. Don't worry, with me here you'll grow a thin coat of new identity in no time! All you've gotta do is remember that you're my cute and sexy loyal girlfriend and that we're going to be the best Druid and Familiar combo Sacred Grove has ever seen! Gods, I can't wait to see you with a beak, wings, a tail, and proper paws, of course!"

"Wha?"

"Human feet are silly and you'll be better off without them. After all, if you're my girlfriend your body ought to be the sexiest it can be to your boyfriend, right?"

I found myself nodding as he peeled off the layer of identity from my legs. Despite all the movement, the goo I had in the place of reproductive organs remained clinging to his girthy shaft, eagerly milking and suckling his bestial manhood even though it was no longer hilted in me.

"Mmm, I always miss this once a new identity solidifies. It's always the perfect fit, no matter what the angle. It's a shame that we can't keep you like this forever. But you're going to be a girl, of course, and being a girl means that you should have certain parts. Maybe we could go to the library and look up slimegirl anatomy? Maybe that way we could keep it while still giving you a womb of your own. Which we gotta do, otherwise you're not going to be able to carry my eggs!"

I let out a loud, lusty cry at those words. The very idea of being filled with my cute chimeric boyfriend's cum and my belly bloating out with the presence of the eggs growing inside of me filled me with absolute ecstasy. It was like my body and being was a parched desert devoid of purpose and being watered with his will.

"Now, this is going to feel a little bit strange and be really weird for a while, okay? But it'll pass pretty quickly. Just concentrate on me, remember that you're my summoner and my girlfriend. Aside from that, nothing else matters. But it's going to feel really strange and intense, because you're going to be seeing without eyes and hearing without ears, just like you've been feeling without skin."

His beak parted, but instead of kissing me, he gripped my face and pulled. I felt something precious being tugged away, the thin streamers of identity were all that remained to connect myself to the mask that my boyfriend held in his paw, admiring it.

"Going to keep this in my collection. All the little tweaks and tucks I made to your physical identity while you slept were worth it. I've shaped you into an absolutely beautiful work of art. Goodbye," he said a word that I didn't quite catch or understand the meaning of. It felt like Pillarpost used a word to refer to me, like a name, but I didn't have one of those. "And hello BB. We'll figure out what the initials stand for later, I just think it's cute! And it goes along with my name PP and BB, the perfect couple!"

Just as I was about to climax and have the last strands of weird, beige identity removed from me (I was supposed to be blue, after all, since it was what my sexy bluebird boyfriend found attractive) I heard a strange, deep burbling sound. I imagined it would be like the noise you'd get if something like a contrabass bubble wand existed, and you were somehow using it to blow bubbles made out of gelatin.

It turns out I was partially right as a massive orange bubble came from the direction of the sound and impacted the hippogriff, knocking him off of me and gluing him quite thoroughly to the ground.

"I hate identity thieves!" scolded a regal, motherly voice.

The creature that stepped into the forest clearing was a brilliant cerulean blue in color, her belly a vibrant orange that matched the bubble. I could see tiny air bubbles moving around in both her belly and the bubble binding my birdy boyfriend.

She was absolutely massive, maybe eight or nine feet tall, and she was some kind of mix between a dinosaur and a kangaroo. Her massively round belly (and I do mean round, it was almost perfectly spherical) formed the core of her pear-shaped frame, flanked by powerful legs that ended in short, blunt claws that nonetheless looked potentially dangerous.

The rest of her proportions were similarly thick and rotund, massively broad hips, an incredibly shapely backside that wobbled alluringly as she walk-hopped forward, a thick, sturdy tail with a magenta bow tied around it that matched the one tying her multicolored purple and pink hair back into a ponytail.

Those were the only scraps of clothing she wore, as her titanic breasts, either of which could swallow Pillarpost whole and have room for desert, were uncovered, her metallic purple nipples looking oddly artificial and mechanical. More like valves rather than nipples.

A purple line ran down from just below her sternum to where her naval ought to be, but instead in its place was a wide band of purple that outlined her pouch. And a few inches below that was the brilliant orange of her sheath (of course I knew what one of those was, my boyfriend had one too!) and her balls that were bigger than my head.

The biggest oddity at odds with the rest of her marsupial mamasaur form was her mouth. Her muzzle was a huge, funnel-shaped thing capped with a pair of massive purple lips that were forced at rest into an almost O. Her upper lips had a pair of triangular orange markings that almost looked like fangs.

Her glowing magenta eyes fixed onto me and she offered me a huge, three-fingered blue hand tipped with orange claws. I took her hand and found myself pulled gently up to a standing state atop my… my… feet? Paws? What did I even have down there?

She parted her lips and shot out a purple tongue that pierced the orange bubble without popping it, grabbing the mask of a cute, androgynous-looking human's face that my boyfriend had been holding for… some reason? Maybe it had been important for the ritual.

The new arrival tucked a claw into her pouch and pulled it open slightly, slipping the mask inside. The air filled with a heavy, sweet citrus scent. It made my… my… uh… I wasn't sure what the term was, but the space inside my muzzle where a mouth would be on a human, a hippogriff, or whatever this new unknown creature was. I kind of felt left out.

"I'll hold onto this for you, dear. Putting it back on right now would only cause you trauma. Putting it back on is always going to hurt, but the thicker and more solid of an identity we build up for you, the easier it's going to be, okay?"

I wasn't sure exactly what was going on and I tried to tell her so. But I wasn't sure how to do that. I… think I'd been speaking to Pillarpost before, right? So why couldn't I do that all of a sudden?

"Sweetie, you don't really have much in the way of functional anatomy right now, and that includes vocal cords. That very nasty creature over there just tried to permanently enslave you to his will, which makes him a very naughty biscuit indeed."

That sounded pretty serious.

"Because despite what he told you, you were not a couple. I've been scouting this place for awhile now, and it seems like it's a pipeline to call in magical spirits, bind them to a mortal soul, and then use the power of the mortal's capacity to gather and refine all types of magic in order to further empower the spirit."

Her tongue shot out again, snagging the hippogriff's bag. It zapped her as she tried to open it and let out a squeal of pain as she slapped the opening flap in response as she tried to tug it open.

"Very well, have it your way."

She reached up to her sternum and grabbed a hidden pull of a zipper there. A bunch of little orange hands reached out and pulled the bag inside.

"I'm sure a few of the recovering souls I'm nursing back to health know a bit more than what little instruction the Queen Mother gave me in operating the arcane aspects of her construction engine. I'm sure we'll be able to get the rest of your identity back in a few days. But until you develop a new persona of your own, or we purchase one for you, putting your persona mask back on is going to cause more problems than it solves."

Despite being a huge monster from what was almost assuredly the evil Queen's Dominion, she seemed… very kind? She was definitely motherly, after all her body proportions pretty much screamed "MILF" hard enough to be heard several counties over. And she'd said she was nursing some souls back to health inside of her, which was what the little orange versions of her that I'd seen inside of her zipper were.

Huh. Now that I thought about it, she was all gooey inside. Like me. I quite admired her figure and her coloration. She was the shape I wanted to be when I grew up.

"Are you hungry or thirsty, dear? Even though being stripped of an identity is a simple task, you're going to be growing the basics of a new one over the next few hours and that's going to take a lot out of you. I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of snacks packed, I was wrapping up my time observing the Druid School when I saw the two of you sneak out here. If you hadn't been here, I would already be back at the Warp Pipe Plexus heading home."

She brought a hand that could easily grab my torso and pick me up effortlessly to her chest and gave her nipple a poke. It extended, somewhere between the sort of elongated rubber nipple you'd find on some kinds of baby bottle and the spigot of a soda fountain.

I couldn't remember ever eating or drinking anything before, so I suppose I really ought to. If what was going to happen to me was going to be a taxing process on my uniformly colored blue body, it was probably a good idea to get myself the energy I needed in order to comfortably complete the process.

Unfortunately my head was only just barely level with her chest and that didn't really give me a good angle to take her nipple into my… uh… the soft gooey part of my muzzle that I used to draw air into my gooey interior.

"Oh! I forget how tiny you humans are. Usually after a few days in the park, even the shortest humans end up around six and a half feet tall, which puts them at perfect nursing height! But you're just a bit under that. Here, let me help!"

The kangasaur scooped me up into her arms, cradling me against her chest putting my head on level with her ample bosom. She guided her nipple into my snout, where it pushed aside the gelatinous interior and allowed me to suckle from her. I didn't have a tongue, but I could taste the flavor anyway. Her "milk" was nothing of the sort, but something more like a particularly thick, syrupy orange soda with extra fizz. The bubbles tickled tremendously, and the sweet taste was like nothing I'd ever experienced. But then again, I couldn't really remember eating or drinking anything before.

Surely I must have, since everything living required food to keep going. But I just… couldn't ever recall eating for whatever reason. Obviously I must've eaten regularly across my… however many years of life I had, but I couldn't bring anything to mind. I didn't even have a favorite food, or a least favorite food, or anything!

That wasn't… that wasn't normal.

The longer I went without Pillarpost talking to me, the more I realized just how strange that some of our interactions had been. Oh. Yeah. The beige goo he'd peeled off of me? That wasn't just my memory of that part of my body, but also the details of that body part itself. When he'd adjusted my skirt, he'd effectively removed my naughty bits as well as any memory of me having anything different down there than what I currently had.

Having a goo-orb for genitals had felt really, really good but it wasn't normal. It wasn't a part of a normal person's identity. I think I had been a man before, thus my confusion at the cheerleading outfit and suddenly having breasts and hips appear on a formerly flat body once my identity had been peeled away.

I didn't remember who I was, but I did like the way my body was shaped. After all, both the people I knew either liked a body shaped like that, as Pillarpost was the one who shaped me, or had a body of a similar shape. Well, similar in the way a puddle is like an ocean. Boy, the kangasaur was ever curvy.

And she was going around with tits and a cock, so that was definitely an option on the table. I think that was what I wanted. I wanted to keep what I had at the moment, but get back the one thing I could remember that had been taken away from me.

"There you go, you're beginning to solidify again. Whatever it is you're doing, keep going. You can do it! Just think about who and what you want to be."

Who and what did I want to be? All the people I could remember who weren't fellow students were some mix of human and animal. I suppose that their bond with their familiars guided them towards becoming something their summoned lovers found sexy. But that was something done without permission or without even telling me beforehand that that was something that would happen. How had I never noticed that all the older Druids had animal features? It was like the idea just slipped away whenever I had noticed it in the past.

No matter.

I definitely didn't want to be a hippogriff. Pillarpost may have been nice, kind of, but he'd attempted to take pretty much everything that was me away from me, and he'd almost succeeded if it hadn't been for the kangasaur. Maybe I could be like her? After all, I was already blue with purple hair like she was.

Wait. Did that mean we were related? Did she seem so motherly to me because she was literally my mother?

I couldn't remember my mother, though I obviously had to have one somewhere. I could faintly remember a place that wasn't here and that part-animal creatures had been a surprising sight to me. So she probably wasn't my biological mother, but… maybe she could be my mother in spirit?

I held up my arm to compare the blueness and texture. Mine was perfectly smooth and uniform in color, my skin looked manufactured and artificial. Though my rescuer's coloration wasn't quite as plastic-looking, it didn't have the varied texture and color that normal flesh had. It was something in between, a construct trying to mimic something alive, or a living thing trying to look more like an object.

That kind of fit with the horrific theme park aesthetic that the Dominion had both ways. Either she was some kind of living thing that was supposed to closely resemble a theme park mascot, or she was a constructed theme park mascot that was created to be startlingly realistic, but fell short somehow.

I didn't want to go back to Sacred Grove. Who knows what they'd do to me if they knew I'd managed to break free of my summon's control and had prevented him from becoming my familiar. Especially if I left him behind. I didn't want to be his summoner anymore, and I certainly didn't want to be his girlfriend!

Unless I wanted to wander off into the wilderness, it looked like I was going to be heading to the Queen's Dominion. Looking like one of the park mascots would help me fit in, and it wasn't like the kangasaur was unattractive. If anything it was the other way around, she was so sexy it was almost distracting.

"Oh! It looks like you've managed to solidify a portion of your gender identity! Good job, sweetie! You're doing great! Here, let me help you figure this out."

She lowered her massive head and her huge, thick lips engulfed my comparatively tiny cock. I wasn't sure just how big I wanted that to be. I couldn't remember how big my old one had been, heck, I couldn't even remember how big a human's cock was supposed to be. I hadn't even seen my rescuer erect, thus the only example I had was Pillarpost, and I definitely didn't want to think about my ex-boyfriend every time I got aroused.

But I wanted it to be big, I wanted it to be long, I wanted it to be thick. I wanted to put Pillarpost to shame. He'd stolen my manhood, so I'd get a new one. A better one. One that made his own horse dick look inadequate by comparison. Something that would not only make him jealous at the size, but something that could swallow up his member whole.

He wanted to fuck me as a girl? Fine. We could do that. But he wasn't going to be penetrating me like a girl. I was going to have him fuck my cock, empty his pathetic little balls into me, and then I was going to return the favor. He'd be MY girlfriend! I'd pound his fluffy little ass and use him as a flying cocksleeve!

Yeah. I'd do the opposite of what that little shit wanted, and that just pushed me more towards taking on features of the kangasaur. No feathers and no fur, just smooth, scaly skin. No beak and no muzzle, just a soft, plush snoot with big round lips. No retractable claws, no clopping hooves. I wasn't sure just how many digits a snow leopard's paw had and if the dew claws counted or not. So four and five were right out, and hooved mammals had either one or two toes. So obviously I was going to match my rescuer and have two fingers and a thumb on my hands, and three toes on my feet. And since I was already doing all of that, why not also take her big, thick, tail? It'd be perfect for swatting that feathery menace around!

"Aww! Welcome to the family, honey! You're going to make an absolutely beautiful Birdo!"

She'd removed her mouth from my cock and replaced it with her thumb and forefinger. My member looked comparatively tiny compared to her massive hand.

I popped her nipple out of my toothless, trumpet-shaped mouth and ran my long, sticking, ball-tipped tongue around inside it.

"I… I think I want you to be my mom." I said shyly, my first words as BB the blue Birdo.

"Aww! You want to officially be part of the family? How could I say no to such a cute 'lil bundle of joy like you? I've always wanted an adorable daughter!"

Just those words were somehow enough to send me over the edge. It was like everything in my body suddenly snapped into place. My body fully solidified and all my new muscles that had just been shapeless goo before tensed for the first time as I climaxed.

Mother moved me from a cradled position against her chest to holding me in front of her, dangling from her hands.

"I guess I ought to give my new bouncing baby girl the entire welcome to womanhood experience!"

I looked down to see a titanic purple shaft thicker than my leg staring up at me.

"Don't worry about it, hun, we've got some toon physics baked into our bodies. Your new pussy is easily stretchy enough to take this big ol monster of mine.

I had felt a hot, warm wetness between my legs, but I had thought it was just a remnant of my transformation. But no, it looks like wanting to be just like Mom had given me bits of hers that I hadn't even known she had. She took her time, too. Letting her massive member part my brand new netherlips and allow me to sink onto her shaft inch by inch until my belly bulged obscenely with its delightful presence.

I moaned helplessly as she took me by the shoulders and spun me around 180 degrees on her shaft so that I was sandwiched between her breasts and she could easily play with mine, which she did!

"Hmm, we'll have to see about these getting upgraded once we get back to the park. I'm pretty sure that there's not going to be any carbonation in here. Hmm, maybe you'll turn out to be one of those Ice Birdos and you can dispense ice cream to overheated park guests instead of soda for the thirsty ones. Then again, with how cute you look, you might need to get a second set of breasts installed for soda even if you're Ice-aligned, 'cause just looking at you is going to make everybody thirsty!"

Mother took a few bouncing steps, the impacts jarring me deliciously as I wobbled atop her erect ladycock. She looked down at the bubble where the hippogriff had been trapped. The bubble had tightened tremendously, the fizzy soda within leaking its water and air out of the bubble somehow, leaving the wicked featherbeast trapped in a candy-like sphere that was half orange and half translucent so I could see his horrified face.

I gave him the finger.

Well, a finger, really. I only had the choice of two that I could give him, but the flash of anger across his stupid beaky face made it apparent that he got the meaning of my intent by extending the finger between my outer finger and thumb.

Mommy pushed me forward a little bit, allowing gravity to make a different portion of my brand new pussy grind against the cock inside me. She unzipped her chest and slid the orb inside. The compressed hippogriff was about the same size as the little miniature eyeless dinosaur contained within the goopy orange mass of her interior. The tiny orange beasts burbled with mocking laughter and joined me in making rude gestures at my ex-summon as they dragged him inside.

"We'll decide what to do with him when we're back at the park. Now, hold on sweetie, this is going to be fun! Make sure to tuck your head to keep yourself from flopping around and getting whiplash!"

She bent my head downward until it met the bulge of her cock in my belly, and then even further. I was forced to part my lips and accept the girth of her massive hard-on padded even further by my belly. She held me against her torso with one hand, making sure that I remained sandwiched between massive breasts that I could probably fit inside if I curled up, or wriggled my way into her interior through her chest zipper.

Mommy took a massive leap that took her over the towering trees and the impact drove her cock deep into my pussy and down my throat. My comparatively tiny prick (though still bigger than that stupid birdhorse's!) slapped against the bulge hers made in my belly and before I had time to process the pleasure shooting through me, we had taken to the air again.

"It's going to be about an hour before we reach the Warp Pipe Plexus, sweetie! Don't worry if you pass out from cumming too hard. Once I'm done I can just peel you off and slip you inside my pouch, and you'll be nice and safe in there."

We hit the ground again and I couldn't help it, I climaxed again, my pearlescent seed splattering onto my white underbelly. And not only was I feeling a new, unfamiliar sensation of climax just behind that, but I was also feeling one build up in my throat.

"Hehehe, we spit eggs, sweetie. That means our lips, tongues, and throats are also part of our reproductive system, which means we can also cum from being facefucked!"

And on the next impact I did exactly that. The translucent, slightly orange-tinted lubrication slime I leaked onto the cock-bulge she made in my gut only made it easier for the next impact to slam deep into my eager, horny, drooling maw.

Pounded repeatedly into three separate kinds of delicious orgasms, I was positive that I'd made the right choice.