Colin did notice that Jane wasn't even feeling up her lovedoll even after he'd included that there was nothing against doing so in public, and asking provided a nice distraction from Rex's question. He'd noted how the Kobolds HADN'T wondered what he was doing asking such odd questions, nor had the love doll, then again, it was likely not in their CONTEXT to ask those sort of questions!
"Jane, why aren't you enjoying your love doll? You remember there's no shame in using it in public right?"
"Yes... I could 'use' Robyn like a foot-rest, that doesn't mean I'm going to. I was honestly kinda freaked out when you got me Jack for my birthday, but he's proving fun to be around."
"Sweat heavens she named it," Sally sighed, using her scepter for support.
"Hey, Jack's not an 'it'," Jane defended.
This was surprising, and interesting, but he guessed it made sense. He'd made it so Jane enjoying her living love doll whenever she pleased was not taboo... He hadn't made any detail of Jane not treating the love doll like a person nor that she WOULD be the type who'd use one to please herself wherever she went!
"You should consider yourself lucky my dear Jane," Sally said striking a statuesque poise. "We are the descendant of royalty. We should've been the heir to a kingdom. Yet we have no servants, no subjects, no minions. We are grateful at least that we have you, our fellow dragons, as cohorts."
“Yeah, that is a shame,” Colin said, the wheels in his head turning. “You really deserve better. Do you-” he stopped himself, realizing he was about to ask another yes or no question. “Who bothers you the most at school? I think you had talked about a clique getting on your case once or twice.”
Sally gave an indignant snort. “That would be Rohnda Davison and her friends. One minute they’re saying that I think I’m better than everyone else for my ‘stuck up’ demeanor, because I dare to carry myself with dignity, then the next, my attempts to help other students in Study Hall is ‘brown-nosing,’ and my joining in your D&D sessions is being a ‘pick-me’ trying to prove I’m ‘not like other girls.’” She gave a frustrated huff, clenching her scepter. “I’m certainly not like them… But what do they have to do with this?”
Colin had thought over what he wanted to say next as she was talking. He had been tempted to give her the power to change others into her subjects at will, but, while he didn’t want to make things too easy for himself with his own power, he didn’t want to chance her going wild with such an ability and leaving him nobody to toy with. Sure, there technically wouldn’t be anything stopping him from changing those she’d already changed, but even if he was embracing his selfish desires, he still wanted his friends to have things they could enjoy. So, for now, he’d just make a few changes for her.
“Are Rhonda and her friends at that table across from us?” Colin asked, wanting to be able to watch the next changes for her.
“Yes.” The dragons and kobold at the table answered dully. And as they did, the patrons already at said table vanished, reappearing at another, seated exactly as they had been before. In their place was a tall, dark haired girl, and three others, who looked toward the table of dragons with dismissal.
“Of all the places…” Rex groaned.
“Why’d you have to point that out, dear?” Sally said. “I was perfectly content not knowing they were there.”
“Are Rhonda and her friends your loyal Kobold servants? Do they love and adore you, and obey you without question?”
“Yes.” Sally said.
And just like that, Rhonda’s hair began to recede, as hundreds of little, glittering pink scales grew from her skin. The tall girl began to shrink, dropping down to a point where she’d barely be eye-level with Sally’s hips. Her clothes piled up around her, then vanished. Her hips grew wider, as a short, thick tail slowly poked out above her rear. Like Sally, her pupils shrank out of sight, and the whites were soon overshadowed, leaving her with solid green eyes. Stubby little claws sprouted from her fingers and toes, as her feet reshaped, her toes getting longer and splaying out. Her jaws pressed forward a couple of inches, becoming a short snout, her nostrils becoming little slits at the end. Instead of the curling horns Colin’s kobolds had displayed so far, Rhonda grew a pair of crests fanning back from the sides of her head, shaped and colored like thick, rigid butterfly wings. Her companions changed alongside her, becoming similar kobolds, in cyan, magenta, and yellow.
As their changes finished, their demeanors changed. They were constantly, eagerly looking over their shoulders between bites of their meals, ready to drop everything at the slightest hint of need from their queen.
“Her Majesty’s gonna ask me to clean her bedroom next, I just know it,” said the cyan one, excitedly.
“Please,” Rhonda said, “We all know I’m her favorite. She’ll have me do her priority jobs.”
“Hmm, you have a point,” Sally said, picking up exactly where she’d left off. “I love those sweet little things to pieces, so much so that I suppose I hardly think of them as minions. But they are indeed, fine servants.”
All four of the fairy-kobolds piped up at the same time. “Thank you, Your Majesty!”
Colin smiled. He had to admit, in her new form, Sally looked pretty cute. Perhaps he’d make some of Sally’s other friends into fairy dragons later, to give her some subjects to lord over. The idea of her being able to create her own minions was still interesting and maybe would be exciting to watch. But he still wanted to keep his species rare and elite. For now, Colin still wanted to explore the extents of his own petty desires.