The Crash, The Man, and The Unexpected Bird of Paradise
The Crash, The Man, and The Unexpected Bird of Paradise
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He had been walking through the jungle for god knows how long. After the crash, the days started to blur together. He had one goal, one visible land mark; a mountain that seemed to loom in the distance, no mater how fast or far he moved towards it. The weather was hot and sticky, but there were plenty of odd fruits and suspicious nuts to eat along the way. He always had to wonder when he would finally eat the one poisonous thing that killed him; that is if he avoid the other animals of the Jungle for long enough to allow such a careless death. He missed human contact, but he wasn't quite alone . . . ever since he found Kwark, or rather Kwark found him.
On the second day after the crash he had still been in shock, walking, but barely aware of his surroundings. When, suddenly, a large mass of green plumage burst out of the trees in front of him , making him cringe as he thought he was dead for sure. However, much to his surprise, the large bird seemed more inquisitive than ravenous. And the first and only real thing it ever said to him was "Kwark!?"
Kwark was a strange bird. Slightly taller than an average person, he had dark, scaly legs ending in talons, like some kind of giant rooster, but his plumage was much more exotic. Large Green feathers that were just long enough to droop a little at the end composed most of his features, however there were also blue and red feathers mixed in as undertones, and the occasional wispy yellow feathers that acted as magnificent highlights.
But the most striking thing about Kwark was his rather unique head. He had a somewhat long, but also broad neck, leading to a what seemed to be a slightly oversized head. His black and brown beak was curved down like a parrots, but was also elongated, giving him a rather pointed, but also curious visage. His eyes were large topaz plates with pitch black jet for the pupils. At first these piercing eyes made the man nervous as they seemed to contain very little emotion, but the bird was quite expressive thanks to another prominent feature.
There was a large bright red growth hanging from the great bird's neck that expressed more than the stoic avian face ever could. The wattle (was that what it was called?) was shaped like a large fleshy heart with it's point hanging from below Kwark's chin. Each side had a certain amount of bounce to it that made it almost comical to watch when Kwark was strutting about beside him. When the bird would cock its head, as if to ask a question, the two pendulous sides of the wattle would bob back and forth quizzically. There were separate and unique movements for all of the emotions that Kwark expressed. Contracted fear after unexpected noises, floppy nonchalance on long hot walks, quivering satisfaction while gobbling up the berries it helped him find, and relaxed contentment when it settled down to sleep.
At first he had tried to shoo the giant bird away, but for whatever reason, Kwark simply would not stray. If there were signs of a predator, he (as the man assumed it was a "he") would run, but only fast enough for the slower man to catch up with him. Eventually, he grew used to having a giant tropical bird following him around, and even began to welcome its companionship. As it turns out, it does get cold during the night in the jungle, and Kwark was more than happy to share a "nest" with the lost human as he slept. And his soft plumage made the never quiet jungle night seem a little safer, and a whole lot softer.
After another long day's walk the man decided to stop his mountain bound trek early on account of a peaceful lagoon in which he could avoid the afternoon heat. He spent a few hours lounging in the pool, and was even joined for a few minutes by Kwark who waded in and then proceeded to splash around erratically like it was a giant bird bath. It was the first time the man had laughed since the Crash, and it felt good.
After his bath, he found a nice patch of grass to lay on, to dry off before he put his clothes on again for the night. Slowly laying his head back, he was in that fuzzy liminal space between sleep and rest when he suddenly found himself staring into the quizzical eye of Kwark. He was then nuzzled by the Green monstrosity, who's bulging wattles were bouncing playfully. He reached out and began to play with the two swinging sides of Kwark's wattles.
He found the wattle to be quite supple, although the outside was leathery, he could feel softer flesh moving around on the inside, Somehow detached, but also firm. Kwark Churred and Chittered gleefully as he rubbed. The ovular insides of the wattles felt warn to the touch, and altogether the man actually enjoyed feeling the strange and yet somehow familiar feeling of the pendulous orbs. The bird would close his eyes and rub up against the man, who felt it was nice to have some contact with another being, even if they couldn't really talk.
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Kwark began to nuzzle lower and lower and eventually butted up against the man''s groin. His wattles shook wildly, as he eyed the man with one of his cup sized eyes, and then opened his black beak, and plunged it down over the man's member, balls and all. The man sat bolt upright, but slowly melted back down as Kwark began to lick between his balls with his blunt and yet incredibly dexterous tongue. He knew that he should shoo the bird away, but it had been so long . . . and it did feel good. It's not like anyone would see him. . .
He sank back and let the bird continue. He quickly grew aroused, but the bird seemed much more interested in his testicles than in his erect member. It rolled them around in it's wet and cavernous beak. The bird twisted his balls expertly, and then began to lick them roughly, pushing it's large head up in between the man's legs. The man moaned and grabbed Kwark's head, pulling him downward over his now aching balls. The bird continued lapping diligently while somehow sucking and pushing in on the man's scrotum all at the same time.
The man was now moaning in the middle of the glade. Grinding his hips against the giant bird's beak who's wattles were now bobbing up and down excitedly. His balls felt so tight, like he was nearing orgasm, and yet he didn't feel like he was going to come any time soon. Kwark continued his ministrations with wild abandon, and the sensation of deliciously tight contraction continued until the man had to lay back and close his eyes just to deal with the pleasure.
Kwark continued, reaching a fevered bout of licking, pushing, kneading, and pulling on the man's testes. The man cried out in agonized pleasure as he desired a release that didn't seem to be getting any closer, even though the pleasurable, squeezing, pressure kept on mounting. Eventually there was a great pulling tug, that made the man yell out in ecstasy. It felt as if he was coming so had that his balls were being pushed up into his body. It wasn't like ejaculation, it was infinitely better. He spent a few moments suspended in a happy wold of sensation before coming off of his endorphin high.
He breathed a deep sigh of relief and then quickly noticed two things. First, Kwark really was was not an "it." Kwark's manhood stood at attention from in between the bird's fluffy and quite muscular thighs. It was well over a foot in length and shaped like an elongated and slightly curved cone; starting with a thick base and tapering off to point that rested in front of the bird's brilliant green underbelly. The turgid member was a mixture of faint pink and red colors, with some bluer marbling toward the thick base. It bounced about as Kwark took a slow step backwards. After the man finished taking an amazed and surreal glance at Kwark's member, he looked uncertainly down at his own, feeling that something was not quite right.
His member was there. Still ridged, although no longer begging for the release it never truly had. However, under beneath the swollen member there was . . . nothing. A smooth patch of rubbery and hairless skin where his two orbs used to hang. He frantically probed the area for any sign of his testicles but found nothing as his member slowly began to deflate.
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The man roared in rage as he surged to his feet, bellowing. Kwark tilted his head and Kwarked softly. Roaring, the man grabbed a stick and swung wildly at Kwark, who stepped quickly away, his wattles slowly contracting in worried confusion. The man chased the bird in bursts for awhile. Swearing in words and pure rage. But as quick as he could lunge, the horrible bird would always be fifteen feet away, his wispy plumage bobbing jauntily, mocking him.
Eventually the man simply left. He could see were the mountain was by the lack of stars between the gaps in the jungle canopy. He set off in the night stumbling blindly. He tried to get away from everything that had happened, but he was constantly followed by the noise of taloned feet, rustling feathers, and muffled "kwarks?"
The next days he moved like the walking dead. Pushing ahead, and eating whatever he could find with no regard for what Kwark could find, and no desire to stop and rest. No desire to remember what had happened, or look fruitlessly for his missing testicles one last time. In the afternoon his throat began to itch horribly. As he scratched at it absentmindedly he realized that the skin just below his chin had begun to feel leathery, and taunt, and much too warm. Realizing that he had finally contracted whatever tropical disease would kill him, he decided to walk on until he found a suitable spot to lay down and die.
After a few more hours of walking his neck was killing him. It wasn't painful, but there was now two distinct, leathery bulges pressing out. He tried to claw them off, but whenever he grabbed them too hard he was overcome by waves of terrible nausea. He could feel some kind of fluid running around inside of the bulges, and as he walked on the flesh turned an angry red and became so swollen that the two bulges hung from the bottom of his chin, swaying slightly with each step in a disgusting rhythm.
Eventually, he found a shallow dry gravel stream bed, full of polished pebbles, and decided this would be the spot. He stopped, lay down, and in a sudden rush, all of the fear and emotions that he had suppressed caught up with him. He began to sob and moan, feeling the hot tears run down his face, and then on to the horrible crimson tumor that was growing from his neck. He desperately wanted to be consoled, to be comforted, but he realized that this was probably the last thing he would ever feel. The crushing despair of dying alone.
After a few grief filled moments, there was a rustle in the bushes, and out into the moon light stepped the only friend he had found in the jungle, who had betrayed him and somehow stolen his trust, testicles, and will to live. But he simply didn't care anymore. The bird was probably back to steal something else, his eyes perhaps.
Kwark stepped tentatively forward. Head cocked to the side, Wattles bobbing in an unsure manner. The man fell forward face first, just wanting to die and be done with it, but he couldn't help stiffing a grunt of pain as his fleshy growth hit the gravel beneath him. He heard Kwark's footsteps as they ground into the gravel on the way over to him. Hearing the rustling of feathers, the man knew Kwark was bending over him, inspecting him with his questioning eye. But he didn't want to give the bird the satisfaction of seeing him twist in anticipation of the inevitable end, so he just lay there, eyes closed, Face down in the smooth gravel.
Kwark bent down and examined the man. Becoming braver when he didn't rise and chase him away. He began to twitter and churl, red wattle bobbing happily as he saw the growth on the man's neck. He waked around the man a few times, rubbing his head against him, sniffing, and appraising every square inch of him. After a through examination he stood behind the prostrate man, bent his head down, opened his ebon beak, and began to lick carefully down the man's back. The strokes were long and tender, covering the man in a faint sheen of bird spittle. Slowly decending, Kwark traced a trail down to between his two bottom cheeks, covering them with gentle caresses. With careful laps, Kwark reached his anus with his methodical tongue.
The man was still doing his best to ignore the bird, but the wet tongue made him feel strange. He felt his body rebelling against his decided detachment. There was a swelling against the gravel under his groin, and a strange rising sensation in his throat. He felt the tongue become more aggressive on yet another one of his most private regions; braver licks eliciting a quickly stifled moan as they darted into his warm behind. His anus contracted around the adventurous tongue as he felt it push it's way inside of him, only to quickly slide out and bury his entire back in long wet "kisses." Then the bird would return it's tongue to the man's insides, quickly licking, and then slowly pushing it's way deeeper, pushing in and stretching the man with each prolonged and throbbing thrust.
Eventually, after Kwark had thoroughly coated the man inside and out in his wet and slick saliva he stopped and raised his head. The man's two growths on his throat were throbbing, but instead of the pain he expected, they were beginning to feel, pleasant . . . even somehow natural. After slowly growing accustomed to the two throbbing lumps on his neck, the man found himself in an entirely new situation. Kwark was stepping around behind him, he almost raised his head to look, but remembered, that he wasn't moving just as he felt something brush against his side. It was warm against the now cool bird spittle, and quickly bounced up, and landed resting against his bare back. He could feel his chin growth begin to swell.
Kwark shifted his clawed feet so that they rested on either side of the man, his avian penis now fully erect as it hung jauntily below him, dripping moistness from it's chiseled tip. He bent his knees and lowered himself until his member rested in between the man's shoulder blades, tracing an trail through the bird's own saliva, leaving a new trail of thick glistening wetness as it slid down lower and lower, over every vertebrae, as the bird slowly slowly maneuvered itself to the correct position. The green bird saw the bulges on the man's neck begin to swell up against the ground. He let loose a satisfied churr when he saw the leathery sac push out on either side from beneath the man's neck.
The man felt an electrifying tingle as the bird's cock slid down his back. He could feel how careful Kwark was with his motions; his clawed feet inches from the human's sensitive flesh. The slick and and pointed tip of the bird's member slowly and purposely slid down to rest between the man's ass cheeks, and then pushed forward slightly to rest it's tapered point directly on the man's quivering and now well moistened hole.
With one deft motion Kwark thrust forward and entered the man; only a few inches at first, eliciting a small moan. Then, carefully, almost tenderly, he backed up until just the tip of his shaft remained within the man. Then he pushed in again; slightly harder, slightly further. Soon he began to build up a rhythm and the huge bird raised his wings above himself in animal ecstasy, flapping in time with each thrust as he slowly, inch by inch, entered the man. The man found this new sensation too much to resist. He reached out in front of himself and dragged his hands back through the smooth gravel in utter bliss. He could feel the bird's fluffy underside slowly lowering onto him as the bird worked lower and lower, further and deeper inside of him. His neck bulge continued to swell, but other parts of his body began to feel odd as well.
His hands slowly lost their articulation, and his fingers lost their definition, slowly melding into each other. He stared staring horrified as his flesh twisted and changed, but as the mutations continued and the pleasure intensified, he watched with more avid interest in his eyes then terror. With each thrust of the bird behind him his arms changed a little more, his hands flattened into a smooth third joint of his arm, bending back along himself. His new fleshy pink vestigial wings splayed out on either side of him as he opened his mouth wide an moaned in pleasure. The pink rubbery flesh continued to twist and grow as he lay butterflied out on the ground.
The bird's shaft was now half way into the man, and was pushing his anus wider and wider as it neared it's stocky base. Kwark was quivering with pleasure, as he began to thrust in more quickly, and with more conviction; loving the way the man's insides clenched around his slick phallus. He worked his way far enough into the man that he could lay on top of him as he continued pistoning wildly, but still with enough care to be considered thoughtful.
The man felt the wonderful bird lower itself on to him. His back grew tight where the bird's penis had slid down moments before, and his spine burned deliciously as his chest barreled out and his back popped and cracked with the arduous change. His torso bent up and pulled his arms turned wings up at a new and more comfortable angle. His chest bulged with muscles that swelled and contracted as his useless "wings" beat a pleasured tattoo against the cool smooth gravel. Although somewhere in the back oh his head, the man knew he must looked like a plucked chicken, that voice of doubt was drowned out by his mind's eye soaking in how beautiful he was becoming. He clenched his teeth and hummed blissfully at the excess of fantastic sensations he was feeling.
Kwark could feel a bulge develop above the man's hole next to his member. The same member which was steadily approaching being fully consumed by the "man's" fleshy innards. The bump pushed out slowly, cracking as the man's spine extend slightly into a pert upturned tail; pink, fleshy, and devoid of the plumage it rightly deserved. The tropical avian continued slowly working his way into the man with thrust followed by quick thrust. As the man's neck began to lengthen along the ground Kwark saw that the now bright red sack beneath his throat was almost the proper size, but was still an empty thing, that would soon achieve the plump fulness that it rightly called for.
The man felt his tail press out and then the changes began to spread down his legs as the bird's thick member entered deeper into him. He honestly couldn't tell where he stopped and the bird began. The gravel around his groin began to shift as his member seemed to recede. He felt a moment of of panic as he could feel his member shrink, and slide back into him, but then he felt a whole new sensation as his new penis began to emerge, throbbing with every thrust from the bird behind him. He could feel the pink tip slide into the night air, Groaning, he felt every pebble it passed as it throbbed, pulsing as it grew and grew, quickly surpassing the length of his previous member. It was just as the member that pressed ever further into him was. A thick base, a long dwindling curve, ending in a tapered point that bobbed under him pressed against his now muscled breast. He wanted to scream for release, but he knew that there would be no release yet, something was still missing.
Kwark was getting close. All that remained was the last few inches of his member, which was causing more and more pressure as it reached the wide and marbled bottom of its long length. He lay down against the man and let his gorgeous wings engulf the fleshy pink wings of the fledgling beneath him as they twisted and stretched longer. His taloned legs dug into the gravel behind him as he pushed his way in further to his new mate.
The man felt his thighs bulge and swell as they became large and covered in the same soft pink flesh of his wings. The muscles plumped up and grew in preparation to bear the weight of his altered body. His shins felt icy cold as his skin darkened and black scales began to crawl down his legs, covering his once fleshy legs in taunt and sleek armor. As the scales reached his feet, his toes splayed and began to push apart. From the end of each grew great black claws that pushed out in jerky motions mimicking the increasing thrusting coming from behind him. His new digits grew, three in the front, one in the back, and a dew claw that rested below his new jet ankles. His fresh talons lay along the ground behind him, palm up, clenching at he air.
Kwark felt the new bird's claws grasping behind him, and as he prepared himself for the final lunge he lifted one of his massive feet and rested it on the waiting foot of his lover. The two claws intertwined, grasping each other as the Green feathered bird thrust himself almost entirely into his pink fleshy mate. Both could feel that the end was close, as the Great bird was nearly completely inside of the man, whose anus was quivering as it was stretched taunt around the last inch of Kwark's Shaft.
Finally the man's eyes widened as his head began to be pulled upwards, and his neck lengthened out further and further from his body. He felt the cracking sensation in his back, and was frightened for the briefest fraction of a second before Kwark's beak was there, licking the extending bones, and calming his nerves as his body was set alight by pleasure. He could feel Kwark's wattle rest against his back and he could feel the orbs inside churning, pulsing, and preparing for the finale that surely must be coming. Soon his neck stopped extending and he flexed it experimentally. He was still pinned against the ground by the lovely weight of his lover above him, but he found a great freedom in having such new mobility for his head.
Kwark readied himself, everything was almost finished, he was so close. He pounded frantically trying to bury the last pink ring of his cock into the virgin depths of the man beneath him. He laid his head down against the back of the new bird's neck and began breathing heavily as the man's head began to change.
The man felt the larger bird's wattle resting reassuringly on the back of his neck as his lips hardened and begin to meld with his teeth. A great jet beak began to push out from where his mouth once was. For a second, he could not breathe and his eyes watered as he chocked, but he felt the reassuring nuzzling of Kwark, and the comforting weight of the wattle on the back of his neck, now fully contracted, the orbs inside drawn taunt. He could feel his tongue changing along with the insides of his mouth, becoming blunt, smooth, and infinity more finessed than it once was. He closed his eyes tightly and at least his new beak finished. He opened it and let loose his first noise as an avian. Man no longer, his eyes opened to reveal blazing yellow orange with deep black pupils.
He could see all the colors of the night as his mate finally pushed forward that last inch and burred his penis completely inside of what was once a man. Kwark's body tightened all over, and the man could feel his wattle start to spasm and contract moments before the wonderful bird began to climax, and release his hot load deep inside the once man's very core.
Kwark let loose a screech and began flapping his majestic wings above him, pumping his beautiful plumage with each jet of seed. The newborn bird under him squawked in joy as the beautifully plumaged bird filled him with it's wonderful essence in burst after burst. Kwark's entire body quivered and shook as he let loose stream after stream of hot semen. As each jet flew into the fledgeling its once empty wattle bulged, and pressed outwards, filling with hot orbs of its own that began to clench and writhe, begging for their own release, bobbing insistently just below his new beak. As the Wattle grew taunt, filled with balls that could now match Kwark's own, the fledgeling clacked it's beak, opened wide and Kwarked for it's first time as it's member spasmed below it and started pumping load after load of hot semen onto the round pebbles below it.
As the fledgeling came for the first time as a bird, new feathers started growing in all over his body. Long graceful feathers flowing along it's wings, soft downy feathers along it's thighs, Sleek and supple feathers along it's new body, and a proud fan of tail feathers burst from it's tail and ticked the undercarriage of the lover above him, still burred deep within him.
After the final climax, the two great green bird's rose, the senior sliding out of the fledgeling slowly, and tenderly. They churred at each other lovingly, wattles bobbing in a exhausted, but satisfied manner; The two orbs contained within each drained to their fullest capacity. The junior of the two tenderly cleaned his mates now receding penis, carefully lapping along the length. His mate returned the gesture, causing the fledgeling to burble happily after every lap, as his new penis retracted, and was pulled back to rest inside of him.
He stood up and shook his new body, looking at Kwark while turning his head and bobbing his wattle inquisitively as if to say "where do we go now"
Kwark returned the inquisitive wattle bob and coked his head, almost as if he replied, "I don't know, I was following you."