CH13: Phoenix Only Fans

Earthly Supporters: Michael Whitmer

My eyes fluttered open to a disturbingly familiar sight. Hovering over my face was Cinder's clenching cloaca. But, unfortunately, that sight had become as normal to my daily routine as brushing my teeth.

A month had passed since my experiment on Jacob Nimrod. I've managed to temper my control even further with qi steeling formations on my shirt and jeans. After carefully planning, I built a workshop with qi steeling formations engraved on the walls. While my cultivation continued to climb over time, control needed constant work. Not only has my control increased, but I've made great strides in learning about the animagus transformation.

For some reason, whenever I entered control training, every book disappeared except the books on becoming an animagus. Worse still, some parts were highlighted in the books.

Sometimes I woke up to see Cinder crying over my face. The phoenix has taken to tying her feathers in my hair and singing at night. Her songs weren't magical in nature, so I didn't blast her for them. It seemed like she really wanted me to become a phoenix animagus. While having a magical animagus form would be cool, I didn't think it was in the cards. This wasn't that type of world, and I had real things to do besides transforming into animals.

Sometimes I wondered if I should just fuck her and get it over with human on phoenix or not. Fortunately, at age 11, physically, I had no inclination of any kind towards sex. My cocktail of mind-altering hormones wasn't due to hit for at least another year. When it did, I knew without a doubt I would probably fuck Cinder phoenix or not. My sex drive was going to hit me like a truck.

"Do you like the view? Not many get to see it up close." Cinder said.

In the month we've known each other, Cinder had grown. Before, she had been large with a wingspan easily reaching the width of my bed. Now her wingspan stretched a few inches beyond that. She had only become more clinging and argumentative.

"Maybe you should keep it that way," I said.

Cinder wiggled her tail feathers and pushed herself down on me further. "Or maybe what you need is a closer look. Once you have me, you won't want those silly human girls." Cinder said.

"I don't think it works that way. Besides, I'm not old enough for that yet." I said.

"Haven't you heard the early bird gets the worm?" Cinder said.

"When the worm is ready, you'll be the first to know," I said.

"Good, so I have time. Even with my size, accommodating you could be difficult. So while you have been training, I've invested in some training tools of my own." Cinder said.

Fortunately, a knock on the door cut our conversation short. It's a good thing, too; I didn't want to talk about Cinder's dildo collection. Was there such a thing as bird-safe lube? I didn't want to know. Taking her to the vet for dildo-related injuries would raise too many questions. Mind wiping years of veterinarian medicine sounded like a dick move even for me.

"Come in; it isn't locked," I said.

A 7ft tall pale-skinned man with black tribal tattoos all over his body peaked into the room. "Master Harry, there is a visitor here to see you. He is from a wizarding school." Nimrod said.

The man had adapted to his mutation with most of his faculties intact. However, a part of him still remembered who he was, so I added a new terminal goal. For all time, he would serve me and my bloodline. Doing so rewarded him with all sorts of happy chemicals.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?" Nimrod said with reverence.

"Yes, entertain our guests while I get ready to meet them," I said.

"Would you like a description of our guest?" Nimrod asked.

"No, I know exactly who I'm dealing with," I said.

"Simmering rage, the fires of revolution, and unimaginable hate could only belong to one person though I'm surprised he is alive," I said.

"I should make myself scarce there is a package in my room anyway." Cinder said and flapped her wings.

A few feathers fell, but she failed to flame away. "Huh, he stopped your ability to flame. That would be useful if I was still mad enough to turn your species into Mcnuggets. Now I'm just curious." I said.

"Babe, my wingspan is too wide for the hallway. So I will have to run on my talons like a cockatrice. What if another phoenix sees me?" Cinder asked.

"Bird brain he blocked flaming. So who is going to see you?" I asked.

"That isn't the point. I'm a phoenix. I'm supposed to look majestic; how can I do that trudging on the ground like a human?" Cinder asked.

"Oh no, you poor thing, do you need to rest on my shoulder and have a cry?" I asked.

"That is an option, but I have another idea. Why don't you get my package and bring it here? Then, I can practice while you talk to your guest, and when you get back, I can give you a sexy show." Cinder said.

I sighed, walked next door to her room, and grabbed a long box. She wasted no time slicing open the box with her talons when I returned. Inside was a horse dildo with a large blunt tip.

"This is probably the most embarrassing way to cause an early burning day," I said.

"It's like you sometimes say, go big or go home. What if your animagus form is a horse or, worse, a donkey? Some hussy unicorn might try to steal you away." Cinder said.

My mouth opened for a reply, only for me to realize I had been stunned into silence. What Cinder said was something so outrageous I had to reboot.

"Just when I think I have you figured out, your intelligence surprises me," I said.

Her feathers puffed up, and a look of determination flashed in her golden eyes. I ignored the giant horse dong in the room while Cinder tried to apply its suction cup and use phoenix tears for lubrication. What else could I do but turn my back and ignore her little straining trills? Thankfully I had a guest to distract me.

I left Cinder to her own devices in the hope of finding sanity with my guest. While the odds of meeting a sane person in this world appeared to be astronomically low, I was feeling lucky.