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Patreon Request Short 3 (Raven Against All Odds)
🕑 Added 2018-12-10 02:31:16 +0000 UTC Note: I went through and gave this story one more polish now that I'm feeling better. Didn't change a lot, but I did change the title slightly and made little improvements all the way through. I put the updated story in the body of this post and attached it.Took a bit longer to write this time. Partly because of sleep deprivation due to an injury to my trapezius muscle on my left side making it very painful to lie in bed. Partly because this story had a lot of moving parts and I wanted to get all of them working in harmony. I enjoyed the challenge and hope you enjoy the story.
This was the prompt that got the most votes:
Herm Were-raven Contagious TF: A woman has a bad reaction to nanotechnology and becomes a herm were-raven and finds a married couple sneaking out for a night of fun. Her TF spreads and egg-laying shenanigans ensue.
Here's my story based on that prompt:
Raven Against All Odds
by Zmeydros
Semi-flattened spheres with LEDs behind them were giving this clinic an unsettling upscale vibe. The chairs were for looks, not for sitting in. They looked and felt like repurposed metal cubes. Their cushions were a joke. My butt was as sore sitting on them as I'd be from sitting on the floor.
The form on the tablet the nurse gave me started out harmless. Filling out "Female" for my gender, "32" for my age, and "5ft 8in," for my height was easy, well, it did take me a couple seconds to remember my age. For occupation, I put down, "Research Assistant." After putting the first line of my address, I guess they had enough info to be sure I was me and my medical history as well as other random stuff the health system had asked me over the years populated in the form.
I thought I was done, but when I tried to submit the form, it scrolled up to a question I'd missed. An angry red box was around it. I clenched my jaw in worry, this was the worst question they could have asked me:
“Do you have any unsanctioned cybernetic augmentations?”
When I was sixteen, I was swept away in the fervor that was the Lunar Independence Movement, and to be more useful, I'd elected to get my reflexes augmented on the black market. It was state of the art technology thought to be only available to the United States military. But some lunars had gotten their hands on it and I volunteered to be one of the first to get augmented.
Medical records were supposed to be private, but the United Nations had never stopped looking for Lunar Independence revolutionaries. And there were whisperings of things like the question I was worried about being used to identify Lunar radicals.
So, checking “yes” was out of the question, but I doubted that the question was there simply to flush out the few Lunatics that were left. They were probably looking for a specific augmentation that they knew caused problems for the nanosurgery. I would have just given up on this procedure, but I'd spent a very long time getting my insurance to accept it. It really was the best chance to get the use of my right shoulder back. Odds were that I didn’t have the augment they were worried about.
With a shake of my head, and a sigh, I checked “no,”and brought the tablet back to the slender male nurse who had given it to me.
“Thanks,” the nurse said before pulling up a prompt on the tablet. "We're all set, Sharon. Have a seat and we'll get you into pre-op in a few minutes."
The rest of the pre-op and operation were standard. The nanites that were going to fix my shoulder were injected into it while they used ultrasound to guide the needle. Then they cut a hole all the way into my shoulder so they could insert a tube. The nanites cut up the bone spurs in my shoulder and dumped them into the tube.
After the surgery, the surgeon said, “Everything went perfectly. The nanites will spend the next week helping your shoulder heal. We’ll check on the progress in one week and you can start going to physical therapy in three days. The front desk will help you schedule your PT and the follow-up appointment. Any questions?”
I suppressed the urge to ask why the unsanctioned cybernetic augmentations were on the intake form and said, “No. Thank you.”
The surgeon ran a hand through his short grey curls as he asked the nurse a couple questions about some sort of staff social event. Then he left and the nurse discharged me. After scheduling my appointments, I left the clinic with a skip and a grin.
Moving my shoulder was already easier, that new surgical technology was simply the best. To think little robots were actually running around in my shoulder joint helping me out was astounding. I took this great mood to bed and through my next two workdays. On the third day, a Thursday, things got really bizarre.
I was at work checking on the raven eggs we’d rescued from a tree that was being cut down. The mother had been nowhere in sight and we’d given the eggs to Gretta, a raven we rescued that had a bad heart. She could fly for a bit, but got tired very easily. She was the best momma any chick could ask for and would raise any eggs we gave her.
The chicks she raised were trained by us for use in the brand new Corvid Intelligence Lab at Cornell University. Even with all the advancements man had made, we still didn’t understand exactly what made birds so damn smart. Some California startup had given us a shitload of money to study bird intelligence so they could use what we learned to make more efficient AI. Now, I thought that was pretty odd, but everyone in the AI industry was looking for a leg up these days and birds had famously efficient brains. It was inevitable that some rich company would want to study ravens. Some of us thought that the company in question might just be doing it all as a big PR stunt. We didn’t care, we loved our birds.
Gretta blinked at me as I checked on the eggs. When I tried to move one, she said, “Don’t!”
Ravens could mimic a lot of words, and this was one that Gretta probably understood the meaning of. She used it a lot when she was agitated.
“It’s okay, I’m just checking on their development,” I said. All I was doing was maintaining a soothing tone as I talked to her. We'd never broken an egg, but she still got frantic every time we examined them.
When I was lifting up the third egg, she squawked and pecked at my hand. I yelped in surprise as the egg fell toward the ground, my enhanced reflexes kicking in and swooping my other hand down under it.
It broke in my grasp. I felt a deep pang of sadness feeling the yolk and white drip through the space between my fingers. Gretta just kept saying, “Don’t!” until I left the enclosure to wash my hand off.
We’d have to put her in a carrier in the future. I didn’t want to risk us dropping more eggs because she was worried that we’d drop them. I wondered if Gretta understood the concept of a self-fulfilling prophecy as I turned on the hot water.
Glancing at my hand, I attempted one last solemn look at the remnants of the egg, but found my hand was completely clean. I blinked. I shook my hand. I brought my hand up to my nose and smelled it. It definitely smelled like egg had been there, so I washed it and went back to the enclosure with a sponge and a bucket. Gretta still hadn’t forgiven me and I hadn’t forgiven myself. I cleaned up the remains of the egg and then left so Gretta could calm down.
While I was on my way to visit another one of our ravens, my phone alerted me that it was time to start driving to my physical therapy appointment. I would have gotten an augmented reality implant like everyone else, but that would risk them discovering my unsanctioned nervous system upgrade.
Random pains plagued me during the entire drive, mainly on my left arm, the one that hadn’t gotten surgery, the one that had caught the egg. Muscles twitched, skin pricked, and nerves ached. I was glad my car was driving itself because those twitches might have put me in danger. Unexpected slow traffic made it so once I got to the square building with silver-blue tinted windows that my physical therapist was in, I was running late.
Inside was a mishmash of expensive-looking art and the fever dream of an over enthusiastic designer that thought waves were the best shape and everything should have a wave in it.
Anyone who had a balance problem would have been smart to avoid coming here. I felt uneasy just walking up to the front desk. It was one in the afternoon and the receptionist looked like she was on her fourth cup of coffee. Her grin dripped with caffeination.
By the time I was checked in, I felt more awake. Perhaps caffeine fumes were coming off the receptionist. Perhaps I was just looking forward to getting my arm worked on. If I could get my range of motion back, my life would instantly get a lot easier.
With that hopefulness, I found my way up the stairs and to the PT area the receptionist had given me directions to. A robot that that had an eighties design aesthetic creepily checked me in. No matter how much people made fun of the eighties, it seemed that style aesthetic was immortal.
A fit woman with breasts that made me envious walked up and held out her hand. “Hello Sharon, I’m Tammy.”
I got up and took her hand in mine. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.” She gave my hand a brief squeeze and then turned and led me to the PT room.
The smell of latex and PVC mingled with the slightest hint of stale human. Despite all that, it smelt clean, as if every inch of the room had been scrubbed with a bit of hand sanitizer. Speaking of hand sanitizer, Tammy got some from an automatic foam dispenser on the wall and lathered her hands in the quickly-evaporating suds.
"Okay, follow me." She led me past what looked like a tiny long wooden ladder running up the wall and a couple exercise balls to an open grey and white room with a curtain that could be drawn across the opening.
"May I have your coat?" she asked.
I slipped it off while favoring my injured shoulder.
She took it and hung it on a hook on the wall.
Pointing at the articulated table bed thing in the center of the room, she said, "Have a seat."
As I sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, I asked, "Have you been enjoying the cool, but not too cold, weather?" Small talk was gross, but in times like these, I had no idea how else to start a conversation.
"Yeah, I love jean jacket weather," she said as she moved in next to me.
"Jean jacket weather?" I tilted my head.
She chuckled. "It's what my husband calls it."
"Does he like jean jackets?" I asked.
"Adores them." She reached for my right wrist. "Now, I'm going to ask you to move your arm in different directions."
"Ahh, you're going to see what my starting range of motion is?"
She nodded, "Exactly."
She directed me to reach in just about every direction my arm could go. I did terribly reaching behind me and trying to touch my own back. She took images with her pad and wrote notes as I tried to put my arm in those positions.
"First I'm going to teach you a couple exercises I want you doing at home twice a day." She grabbed a yellow tube attached to the wall and gave me the handle connected to it.
"Okay, now look straight ahead and pull back keeping your arm at your side with your elbow straight."
It took a few tries before I got used to the slow, methodical movements I needed to perform. The two exercises were easy enough, she said I'd have many more before my therapy was all done.
She led me over to the long, but very thin, ladder thing and had me walk my fingers up the wall. I came rather short of reaching straight up.
Leading me back to the room, she said, "Okay, now lay face down on the table."
I did so.
"Okay, this is going to hurt. We've got to get some knots out so you can move more freely." She put her hand on my back. "Okay?"
"Yep!" I said.
Her fingers immediately found a knot neatly tucked under my shoulder blade. When she pressed on it, my whole arm felt numb and on fire at the same time. I breathed with the pain not wanting to cry out. She proceeded to get several more out before she came in from the side, just in front of my arm pit, where my breast attached to my side. Just her fingers brushing there to find the knot made my nipples hard.
I didn't have time to react to this strange development because she pressed on the knot and it sent pain up my neck and arm. She spent a bit more time on the side of my breast, her touch was professional, but I still got hot between my thighs. My clit was rubbing against my panties and I had to resist the urge to thrust against the table.
Since when was I into women? Since when could a doctor's touch make me horny? When she was done, I was relieved. My nipples felt a bit sore pressing against my bra, shirt, and the table beneath. They were so sensitive!
I sat up the moment she moved away.
"Okay, I'm going to show you some stretches I want you to do each day. Just do what I do." She put her arm across her chest and then used her other arm to stretch it a bit more toward her.
When I tried to do it, she grabbed my wrist and said, "Relax."
As I relaxed until my wrist went limp, I felt a pop of electricity from where she was touching me. Not painful, more like a sudden deep tingling massage.
She pulled her hand away immediately saying, "Well, that was the first static of winter."
I smiled and laughed softly trying to cover for my, now obvious, blush. She showed me a few more stretches, handed me some printouts of the various things she'd tasked me with, and then said, "I'd like to see you twice next week so we can get a jump on increasing your range of motion. The robot receptionist at the front desk can help you schedule or you can use our app if you like."
"Okay!" I tried to not sound too excited about seeing her twice in one week, I failed. "Hope you have a good evening."
"It'll be great, I'm working till seven tonight." She smiled.
I didn't sense sarcasm, but I still said, "Aww, you're stuck here till seven?"
She made a dismissive gesture with both hands, "Pah! It's better than waking up early."
"That, we can agree on." I smiled. "Are you pretty tired out by the end of a shift? I imagine this job is pretty physically demanding."
"Nope. I go out on the town a few times a week. My husband and I love the local music scene. Got a concert tonight, in fact."
"Oh! Well, have fun at that!" I said. I needed to end the conversation because whatever was going on with my libido, it was getting worse. "See you next week!"
"Don't forget to do your stretches and exercises, I'll know if you slacked off." She narrowed her eyes and then laughed.
Was she flirting with me? Something about how playful she was--it was making me want to shove my hand down my pants. I laughed with her to try and cover my body's reaction. "Bye!" I said as I turned and found my way to the front desk. After scheduling my two appointments for next week, I exited the building.
Walking to my car, I felt a permeating warmth spreading through me. It wasn't your typical flashes of hot arousal, it was mixed with an irritable restlessness. I sat in my car and put my keys in the ignition only to pull them back out. I was far too antsy to drive. I needed to do something to calm me down.
My eyes locked onto a worn wooden sign with words carved into it. It was situated west of the building and a part in the leafless trees told me it was pointing to a path. I thought I could make out a a body of water through the branches.
That's exactly what I needed, a nice stroll in a park. I was probably just worked up by my inexplicable woman crush and having to endure all that pain while she worked out the knots.
The woman crush was interesting. Was I capable of feeling that way toward other women or was there something special about Tammy? My muff wasn't calming down, in fact, I felt slippery down there. At the entry to the path, I took in slow lungfuls of the fall air and looked at all the fallen leaves in the forest ahead of me.
Twisting, wiggling, swerving, the path went down the embankment that the Physical Therapy building was built into. There wasn't a person in sight and the trees were thick enough to obscure the building as I got closer and closer to the body of water.
It was one of those fall days where the dull grey of the sky, the chill in the air, the lack of green, and no pretty blanket of snow kept people from bothering with paths like these. Not a soul wanted to be out here today and that suited me just fine. Times when I could feel like the only human on the planet were to be cherished.
I thought I was making progress toward calming myself down by the time I reached the park bench that looked out over the wooded lake. But the moment I sat on the bench, I moaned.
Having pressure against my buttocks felt amazing, so pleasurable that I started bouncing on the bench as if it had stuck a prick in me. It wasn't enough, I felt so hot all over that I threw off my coat and then undid the button on my jeans so I could get my hand in there.
Looking out over the placid water of the lake, I dug my fingers into myself and rolled my hips like an overexuberant porn actress. My clit throbbed against my palm, getting so hard that it pressed firmly against it. I looked around hoping no one would see me...hoping Tammy would see me, that she'd pull off her top and rub her breasts against my face. That she'd sit on my lap and make out with me as I fingered her. That she'd--I came so hard that my ecstatic bellow echoed out over the water.
After that intimidating orgasm finally ran out of steam, I slumped on the bench. My eyes went half-lidded and I yawned. Without a second thought, I put my coat on and laid down on the bench.
Blinking my eyes, I wondered where the sun had gone. Had I fallen asleep? I pulled out my phone and found it was already five-thirty. I sat up only to moan so loud my voice caught. Everywhere was sensitive. Rubbing my hands over my clothed body, I found that anywhere I touched made me want to gyrate my hips. I couldn't get myself to leave the bench, instead, I tore my coat off.
My body couldn't quiet down, it felt like every inch of my skin was as sensitive as my clit. I came from simply squeezing at my breasts. A flurry of pin pricks across my skin didn't alarm me, they only made everything feel better. My clothes started to dissolve as if splashed with acid.
And what was under them made me freeze in shock. No wonder it felt like my body was being stuck with pins! Pin feathers covered every bit of skin I could see. Stroking them gave me pleasure that combatted the pain. I would have stopped to wonder if I should get help, but I had to keep touching and pressing. Otherwise the pain was unbearable, like falling onto a bed of nails.
My skin darkened as the pin feathers lengthened on my arms and torso. The freezing air assaulted my exposed flesh as the legs of my jeans dissolved. What could be doing this? The nanites! Oh, oh no, I should have filled out the form correctly...but then I wouldn't have this amazing feeling!
I grabbed my clit, which was now over an inch long, and started fucking my hand. Grunting, out of breath, I kept thrusting. The pin feathers started to split and open like flowers revealing my pitch black feathers.
I knew immediately what they were, raven feathers. Beautiful, soft, and shiny, raven feathers.
The feathers on by breasts unfurled as I got this urge to put my face down near them. Just as I thought I needed a beak to preen them with, my lips hardened. Crying out in surprise, my nose flattened and my teeth receded as my beak grew out from my face. It felt waxy, hard, and dangerous.
Scutes formed on my arms as I reached up to explore my beak. My fingernails curved and thinned as they grew becoming talons. I rubbed my new raven claws on my beak hooking he edge of it the way birds often did. More scutes formed on my legs and feet as my toes became talons and my pinky toe enlarged and moved so it pointed backwards. Staring at my new raven feet in awe, I trilled.
Then, once my beak was fully formed, I went about preening my chest, everywhere I could reach. The more I tried to preen, the more my flexibility increased. The few spots I couldn't get with my beak, I could grab with my talons. Soon, every feather on me was sitting just right.
Movement on my back caused me to yelp and sit up. Something was pushing at my shoulder blades, my spine. Cracks of bones and stretching of flesh caused me to caw in surprise as my wings stretched out further and further, feathers forming on them as they went. My clit lengthened in my grasp as I stroked it to offset the twinges of discomfort from my new addition.
Stretching out my wings and flapping them gave me a rush of fluffy joy. I set about preening them only to stop when I felt something at my tailbone. I stood clumsily on my new legs, my tailbone burning and stretching out a bit above my buttocks. The feathers here were massive, like the ones on my wings. As they pushed out, I stroked the feathers on my breasts.
Those wonderful sensitive orbs grew under my caress filling out until they were the size of Tammy's. Thinking of her had me instantly wet and I shivered thinking about making her cum using this new body. It felt like it belonged to me, like it was made for me.
A pulling at the front of my pussy caused me to look down. A sac fell from in front of it filling up like it was holding a pair of water balloons. As it surged bigger, so did my pointy cock with a long thick bulge that took up half its length.
It definitely looked like a penis now, I needed both hands to even attempt to satisfy it. A spark of pleasure from behind my balls signaled me getting a new clit to replace the old one. I reached down and rubbed at it carefully. That was a mistake.
My hands traveled over my body stroking my feathers, feeling my full breasts and balls, teasing my cock and pussy. I couldn't get enough and a tension built at the base of my prick. I thrust even harder and opened my beak to catch whatever was about to come spurting out.
I screeched as a sharp twinge of pleasure traveled up my length. The thick salty liquid was as lewd and masculine as I'd hoped. I moved my head in to catch it all.
After what seemed like hours of grinding and a long string of orgasms, I came to rest on the bench. I was still hard, I needed something other than my hands, I needed...Tammy.
Checking my phone was a challenge, it wasn't made for hybrid raven hands. Eventually I used the tip of my still-hard cock as a stylus. It was seventeen minutes till seven. I got up resisting the urge to preen the cum that had gotten on my feathers, and ran up the path flapping my wings to help me stay balanced on my new bird-like feet.
By the time I reached the sign, my gait was far less clumsy. My reflex augmentation system was working better than ever, learning and providing more assistance in controlling my new form with every step.
There were four cars in the parking lot. The sun had dropped past the horizon rendering my pitch black feathers invisible. My new excitable libido urged me to dash into the building and find Tammy. But I held myself there letting my insatiable prick and pussy throb between my thighs. Oh how much I wanted to fuck the middle-aged man that came out of the building two minutes later.
There was an instinct that came with this form: I needed to be touched, have my body worshiped for its perfection, and do something, something very lewd to whoever touched me. I stifled my groan of need as I thrust my hips forward.
Tammy had to be the first, if we entangled, something amazing would happen. That spark between us that she thought was static electricity was something more. I knew it, I could feel it. Pre fell from my cock tip as I waited for her. Three more people left the building. All the cars were gone...had I missed her? How would I find her when I looked so inhuman? No! I clenched my fist. I'd failed.
When I saw the lights in an office on the third floor flick off, my heart leapt with joy. When I heard and then saw a self-driven Toyota pull up, I let out an excited caw while fanning my tail feathers.
Someone was in the car. This didn't change my plans, I had to mate with Tammy no matter what! Circling around carefully staying low with my wings trying to conceal my humanoid shape, I got close to the front doors. As Tammy came out of the building, I dashed toward the car. I had to touch it, I had to keep it here, somehow.
I heard them talking as I moved in from behind. The man in the car, Tammy's husband, said, "I was hoping you'd get out early this time."
Tammy said, "I offered to lock up before I'd had enough coffee to remember our plans."
"It's alright," he said.
I touched the car as it started to pull away and felt a shock so strong I cried out in surprise. The car's doors unlocked. Then, its lights went out leaving it an inert metal shell with wheels. They both chattered breathlessly about what they were going to do now that their car was unresponsive.
The husband would be a problem...Unless I touched him. Yes, I could touch him and everything would go perfectly. I opened the husband's door. Before he could even jump in fright, I pulled up his shirt and put my hand on his side. He cried out as if he'd just woken up from a nightmare to find he was actually living one. The shock from my touch stopped his frightened scrambling and calmed him. I could feel a buzz from my body, electric impulses consoling his alarmed nervous system.
Tammy and her husband had a problem. They were frail, an incomplete merger between technology and flesh. I could fix that, I could make them into something more, something unimaginable yet real.
Then he was pressing against my touch, shivering. "More! Fuck! I've never felt so at peace and so...horny...Gah!" A powerful throbbing in his crotch told me he was ready for the next step, just like Tammy.
She got out of the car and ran over to me lifting up her shirt. "Please, touch me too!"
I knew now, in the same way that one knows whether they are standing or sitting, that my nanites had entered Tammy when we felt that spark in the PT room. They'd been working on her all this time. She now understood that she was incomplete, in need of an update.
Her husband was very close to joining her mindset. I put my hand on Tammy's belly making her shiver and rub her thighs together. "Yes! M-more!"
She pulled off her bra exposing herself to the parking lot, leaving her coat on the ground. Her body was still too frail to survive such exposure to the cold. I took my hands off of them and stood up. The husband grabbed the head of my long prick and pulled it to his mouth. He licked up the pre and then sucked on it as I said, "We need to get inside. Tammy, get your fob."
Tammy had been about to put her lips around my right nipple. She groaned in frustration and grabbed her purse from the car. Then she rifled through it and grabbed her keys and headed to the door. I pulled her husband off of me and looked into his eyes. "Follow me and then you can have more."
He nodded obediently and walked behind me running his hands over my tail feathers and wings. With a beep, Tammy had the first set of doors open. Once we were through both sets of doors, I eyed the luxurious lobby. Couches, chairs, and the expensive-looking wavy decorations, all dimly lit by the few lights that were left on during the night.
I pointed to an ultramodern armless couch that had black and tan grass-patterned upholstery which was shaped like an S and said, "Tammy's husband, sit there."
He walked over and sat down looking eagerly at my phallus. As I walked up to him, I said, "What's your name?"
"Henry," he smiled. "What's yours?"
"Sharon," I replied as I put my prick to his lips.
Taking my member into his mouth, Henry moaned. His flat human tongue lapped across it and sucked paying attention to when I moaned or thrusted due to his oral caress.
Tammy looked at her slut of a husband and me with wide, overwhelmed, eyes. "You're Sharon from earlier today?"
"Yes. My shoulder is better than ever and I've seen major improvement in other areas as well, wouldn't you agree?" I hefted one of my, now Tammy-sized, breasts.
"H-how?" she asked.
"Do you want me to explain that or would you rather experience it first hand?" I said with a twinkle in my eye. Then I squeezed my breasts together and showed them off hoping to rekindle her interest in them.
Her knees went weak as I smelled her get embarrassingly wet. Closing the distance between us, she said, "Yes, please, I want, need, to be like you." Her lips found my nipple and sucked.
I wasn't going to last long. Not with this eager couple paying tribute to my new form. Tammy was starting to use her tongue to see if she could get me to squeal and thrust into her husband's mouth harder. She had a hand on his head as if to goad him to try and take more of me.
It was a struggle for his virgin mouth, but he was soon managing a third of my shaft. My breast tingled as milk started to flow into Tammy's mouth. Flapping my wings in ecstasy, I came. Tammy got even more milk and Henry got something thicker and lewder to slurp down. A wet spot formed in his crotch as he struggled to swallow everything he'd drawn out of me.
Both of them gasped and groaned pulling their mouths away. Pinfeathers were pushing through the skin on their arms, I puffed my neck feathers in pride of what I'd just done. There were going to be more of me and my new instincts told me that was a very good thing.
They sucked air through their teeth at the discomfort from the changes. Henry's business casual attire and Tammy's black jeans were beginning to dissolve as the nanites cleared the way for their transformation.
I put my hands at their crotches directing their nanites to remove the fabric there first. The fabric thinned beneath my palms as I rubbed at my two new converts giving them pleasure to offset the pain of their full-body improvement.
The moment I could access their skin, I pulled my scaly hands away and met Sharon's eyes. "Mind if I hop on your husband's cock?"
"So long as you keep my pussy company, you can ride him all you want." She spun around and bent over showing me that she was already developing an avian tail with tail feathers. It made sense she'd be further along than her husband. My nanites had been working on her since this afternoon.
I turned my tail toward Henry. "Ready to fuck your first bird?" I asked him.
"Please! I can't--I need!" he stammered out.
I bent my legs aiming to sit right on his desperate length. In front of my beak was Tammy's pussy which was so wet it was glistening. My default raven tongue wasn't able to leave my mouth, but I felt I could do something about that. I reached with my tongue toward her snatch and the nanites inside me got to work.
"Just a minute, Tammy, I've got something good coming your way," I said, dropping onto the head of Henry's cock.
His stiff spear of flesh forced my slit open as I let gravity deepen our embrace. Stretching felt good, oh so good. There were ridges of muscle in my hot tunnel that added a delicious friction to his penetration. Both of us gasped unable to catch our breaths. I screeched as my buttocks met his thighs. I could feel his member forcing itself deeper, growing inside me, forming a long bulge like mine. The more I stretched for him, the better it felt.
Henry grabbed me round the middle and wiggled his hips. His balls grew to fill more of the space between us soon pressing up against my own. The pin feathers poked at me a bit, but my nanites soon joined in to help the feathers shed their outer covering and unfurl.
Thicker, longer, and stronger, my tongue gained the ability to extend and retract well past the end of my beak. I shot it out much like the way I would if I was a giant hummingbird seeking the nectar of Tammy's snatch. My body was a wonder of integrated biology and technology, I'd been freed from the limitations of flesh. And my tongue was no exception. I could feel Tammy's hot walls twitch in delight as I licked into her.
Feathers unfurled across her back as she cupped her breasts and moaned. Her new raven tail was lifted high signaling to me that my intrusion into her intimate parts was welcome. Her legs cracked, scutes replacing her skin, toes moving, lengthening, growing talons. I took her enlarging clit between my fingers and stroked it to encourage its growth. Soon she was thrusting between my fingers as much as she was thrusting toward my beak.
Her husband's hands grabbed my ass and coaxed me to go faster. There was no stopping him, his grunts made his need to cum clear. I cawed in excitement as my instincts hit me hard with a need for his release. Something was going to happen, something I needed to happen. It would start with the gift Henry was about to deliver.
Then it happened, the bulge that went up half of his shaft thickened stretching me even more and he let loose a torrent inside me. I came so hard I lost track of my tongue's motions. A warmth became a fire deep in my torso.
I felt so full, so ready for whatever this next step was. Wings broke free of Tammy's back, a metaphor for my soaring orgasm. Her beak was pushing out from her face, her hair replaced by jet black feathers. She'd be done within a couple minutes.
Tammy looked back at me and cawed flashing her tail up and down. Before I could respond to her request, she backed toward me and bent her legs sitting on my cock.
I cawed in surprise as her heavily-modified body took all of me in one long fall toward my lap. Sandwiched between the couple, I gyrated my hips. She bounced on me while Henry got fully hard and started thrusting again. My mind reeled from feeling a pussy wrapped around my prick for the first time while I getting fucked.
My hands wandered over Tammy's front feeling her nice big feathered breasts and her toned belly. She leaned into my caress panting and cooing. A clenching in her pussy was followed by her slamming down all the way which made me slam down into Henry's lap.
It was a chain reaction, she came arching her back and cawing boisterously, I came filling her with my long knot and ample seed, and then he came adding to the wonderful warmth he'd already put inside me.
Her orgasm lasted the longest. I reached between her legs and pulled at her growing cock, then reached below them to encourage her nice round balls. She thrust into my hand madly clicking her beak and hissing at the new pleasure she was feeling. I got hard again simply from the way I had to change my grip to accommodate her girth. He got hard again from the the fact we were still moving on his lap.
Tammy grunted and said, "I have to stick this in something!"
I said, "Ever wanted to fuck your husband?"
She cawed and then said, "Yes!"
I pushed her up off of me noting how her new pussy sealed itself up to keep my nanite-laced cream inside her. Then I hopped off of her husband and helped him off the couch. He had feathers over most of his body now and his feet and legs had already changed. His hands, arms, head, and back still had a ways to go.
"Bend over, sweetie," I said the way I imagined his wife would.
He blushed bright red and bent forward. Rubbing just behind his balls, I said, "How about a nice puffy pussy?"
"P-please! I don't know why, but I have to have one!" He pressed back against my hand.
As I rubbed, I felt a steady electric hum. His breath caught over and over as he became beside himself with the pleasure. I felt the bump of his clit swell under my hand as nice full labia filled in to cushion my palm. Then he got wet and I moved my prick to his opening. The tapered tip of my cock was all that would fit inside him, but I knew that wouldn't be the case for long.
As I pressed my shaft in, waves of pleasure like a slow AC current wracked our bodies. His body yielded to mine and I pressed further in stretching, changing, his anatomy. He came when I was half way in and I nearly came with him, losing some pre to his slick hot slit.
"Oh! Fuck! It feels so good!" he cried, a beak pressing out from his face.
"Just wait till I cum inside you," I said.
His only response to that was to press back harder against me forcing me to change him even faster. There was nothing else like it, it felt like his body was growing down my shaft. Every time I got to the end, the end moved letting me slip in further.
Then it was over, I was all the way in and the end of his tunnel moved away from my prick without me being able to follow. I knew his womb was forming and I waited knowing that I needed to fill him the moment he was ready and not before.
That didn't stop him from thrusting himself on me. I made a low trill and grabbed his ass. If he wasn't going to make this easy, neither was I. Putting my entire body into it, I jackhammered his virgin muff. He screeched and grabbed at his chest. When I reached down to find out what he was fondling, I caught a handful of breast. Feeling his chest fill in beneath my hand, I went even faster. I could feel the waves from my jagged motions into him travel through his new feathered tits and it was awesome!
Then, when his body was fully ready, I took both of his breasts into my hands and slammed home. As I filled him, he came pressing up against me and cawing at the top of his lungs. I nearly lost my balance from how light-headed I was as I felt his body milk my cock.
He was needier than his wife, and that was fucking hot! As I filled him, he moaned like a bitch in heat. I just couldn't get enough of it.
The moment I stopped spurting, Tammy put her taloned hands between us and pulled us apart saying, "My turn!"
I fell onto the couch, satisfied for the first time in hours. Once she was all the way inside him, she reached around and started stroking his cock. "You're gonna cum with me, slut!"
He moaned and she started hammering him.
My eyes remained fixed on Henry as he grew tail feathers, wings, and got hands and arms like mine. By the time his wife was cumming inside him, and he was once again proving he was the biggest slut out of all of us, he looked just like Tammy and me.
The best part of him orgasming this time was that he was making a mess of the upscale furniture. We were very productive birds and I adored the way his spooge was defiling everything in sight.
But I didn't get to pay attention to that for long because my belly was swelling. My instincts told me it was a good thing, but I wasn't completely convinced. When I felt at my belly trying to see what was going on, my hand cupped a round ovoid shape under my feathers. My eyes widened. "What?"
Tammy and Henry came over to see. They put their hands on my belly and had the same reaction I did. We stared as my belly got rounder.
"Me too?" She felt her own belly. "Are we...are we going to lay eggs?"
The moment she said it, I knew. "These eggs were the next stage of the nanites' plan. We can toss them an any populated area and start updating the human race en masse."
They looked at each other, and then me.
She said, "I can't wait."
He said, "Me neither."
A sudden urge caused me to get off the couch and squat above the floor.
He grabbed a cushion off the couch and put it under me saying, "Some padding for your payload."
"Good idea, you two better do the same," I said.
I tried to watch them, but my eyes stared off into the distance as a single, undeniable, command filled my entire being: push! I bared down feeling something slide down my canal. The further it moved, the more ecstasy I felt. The egg's girth was larger than anything that had been inside me and I got hot all over from the thrill of it traveling toward the outside world.
Then the base of it cleared my opening and it popped out. I cawed as a thick orgasm drifted from my snatch all the way to the top of my head. Before it was over, the next egg started its decent. I moved the first egg out of the way and then started stroking myself to see what it would feel like.
This time, when the egg popped out, I made even more of a mess of the fine decor. I went on like this. Sometimes stroking, sometimes not, making a mess of eggs and thick white spunk that no one would be able to miss.
After I'd laid five eggs, Tammy and Henry set us up in a circle. Egg after egg, pushing, gasping, shuddering, squawking, we played with each other while basking in our unrelenting orgasms. After laying fifteen eggs, I collapsed onto my back. Floating on a feeling of deep satisfaction, I watched as Tammy and Henry made it all the way to fifteen.
I sat up and stared at our clutch of forty-five eggs. They were scattered across the center of our egg laying circle, some sitting in the spaces between us.
Sluggish with afterglow, Tammy carefully moved a couple eggs out from behind her. As she laid on her back, she said, "These aren't as heavy as I'd would expect for their size."
Henry lazily hefted one, "Maybe about the weight of a baseball?"
"Soon, I won't have to explain any of this to you because you'll be as fully integrated with the nanites as I am, but here goes: They don't weigh much because they full of aerosolized nanites under pressure. The moment one of these eggs hits something, the nanites will be dispersed into the air changing anyone they came into contact with. If they find a food or water source, they'll multiply in them further guaranteeing that every human has a chance to be updated." I grinned at the edges of my beak.
"Who knew that the bird aliens we've been looking for were us all along?" he said.
"Wait, I thought that cat people were the most common depiction of aliens," she said.
"I thought it was tentacle monsters," I said.
"You're from the moon, aren't you?" she said.
"What? Is that a thing on the moon?" I asked knowing she was absolutely right.
"Don't play coy with me, you lunars are obsessed with them. I don't know of any VR film from the moon that doesn't at least joke about tentacle monster aliens," she said.
"Okay, you caught me," I laughed.
Hiding my lunar heritage was pointless now...if I hadn't gotten turned into a hermaphroditic raven, I would have probably been caught eventually. Hiding one's place of origin was hard no matter the disguise. Funny that me having to hide my place of origin was going to end the human race as we knew it. I wasn't going to shed a tear, I'd always thought birds were better suited to life on earth than we were.
We didn't bother cleaning up our mess, we simply found satchels to put our eggs in and went outside. We looked at each other and cawed back and forth. Excitement pumped through us like blood. We spread our wings and ran across the parking lot flapping harder and harder until our feet left the ground.
My heart thundered in my ears as I felt nothing under my feet, only air buffeting my wings. Nothing in my life had ever made me feel this free. Tonight, I was going to give this gift to the world. Tonight, birds would inherit the earth.
Comments
Zmeydros
Glad you liked it, it was a nice change of pace to do an avian TF. First time ever for me and it was fun!
Merv DeGriff
Wow... that was pretty neat. Thanks!
