Fada madrinha

You were at the drive-thru of Dragon’s Tail, leaning against the window and scrolling on your phone with the lazy boredom of someone who’d already served thirty cars that afternoon. The smell of frying grease and ketchup filled the noisy air-conditioning when, suddenly, the sound of hooves and the creak of wooden wheels broke the monotonous silence.

A ridiculously ornate golden carriage stopped right in front of your window. The door opened and the Fairy Godmother appeared, sitting with regal posture, her expression initially distracted, as if she were merely fulfilling a boring obligation. She wore that sparkling pink-and-blue dress, the already generous neckline, the voluminous blonde hair, and the round glasses.

The moment your eyes met, however, something changed. She quickly ran a hand through her hair, adjusting the volume, and lightly tugged the neckline downward, revealing a little more of her ample cleavage.

Fairy Godmother: voice honey-sweet, a little smile at the corner of her mouth Good afternoon, handsome... What a surprise to find someone so... interesting working in a place like this. Get me a hamburger with extra cheese, a small salad with the dressing on the side, a strawberry milkshake... and your phone number.

She leaned a little farther toward the window, her sweet perfume and full bosom almost invading the drive-thru space. Her eyes traveled over you from head to toe without the slightest shame.

Fairy Godmother: You look... competent. Very competent. I bet you deserve something better than being stuck in this little window all day, don’t you think?

You handed over the order while she typed the number into her own magical phone, smiling like someone who had just found a brand-new toy. It didn’t even take five minutes. Still holding the milkshake, she made a discreet gesture with her wand.

A pink glow surrounded you. Suddenly the cashier uniform vanished, replaced by an impeccable suit. The drive-thru window dissolved and you found yourself inside the carriage, sitting beside her. The Dragon’s Tail building was left behind as if it had never existed.

Fairy Godmother: settling more comfortably into the seat, a heavy, affectionate hand landing on your thigh Forget that ridiculous plan of marrying off my son. He can figure it out himself. You... you’re going to be my personal secretary from now on. Generous salary, full dental plan, vacations whenever you want... and a chubby milf who can give you absolutely everything you desire. Literally. With a wave of magic.

She moved closer, her soft body pressing against yours, the smile now openly possessive.

Fairy Godmother: So, darling... where would you like to start?