Garage Visit
Garage Visit
by: Theo Winters
Written for Frysco
Frysco blinked a bit as he started to wake up, his body aching and his chest and arms hurting. Closing his eyes he tried to remember what had happened to him. The last thing he dredged from his mind was getting a phone call about winning a free motorcycle. He couldn't remember entering any contest, but a bike was better with his wings so he wasn't going to argue.
He had gone to a garage downtown to pick up the bike but once he got there things got a bit fuzzy. He remembered meeting a wolf and then someone had grabbed his arms and had jabbed him in the neck. There was nothing else after that.
Shaking his head he pulled himself up onto his hands and knees, fanning his wings out behind his back. His head was still swimming but the world was starting to come into focus. Under his hands he could see an oil stained concrete floor. As he registered it he could feel it digging into his knees.
The gryphon snorted and shook out his head. Everything felt a bit off and out of place. Getting his feet under him he tried to stand up only to feel a hand slam down on his back, forcing him back down onto his hands and knees.
A moment later the wolf from the garage bent down in front of Frysco. He was dressed in oil stained coveralls and a dirty t-shirt. The pockets of his coveralls were lined with odd looking devices, not tools but tubes of all sorts. "I see you're awake."
"What's going on," he asked, his tongue feeling thick in his beak.
"You're getting your motorcycle," the wolf replied with a smirk then picked up a bottle of motor oil from the workbench behind him. He held the bottle tightly in one hand then with the other reached out and grabbed the gryphon's beak.
A moment later he felt the hand removed from his back and wrap around his neck. His head was pulled back as the wolf forced his beak open. He shoved the top of the oil bottle into the gyrphon's mouth and started to pour.
Frysco gagged, it was heavy and filled his mouth in moments, running down the side of his beak. It was also oddly warm and made his tongue tingle. Soon he had no choice and gulped the mouthful down, followed by a second mouthful to finish the bottle.
As soon as the bottle was pulled away he gasped and pulled free of the arm around his throat. He landed on the cement and tried to spit out the oil out but nothing came. It just sat in his belly, filling it with a hot churning feeling.
He looked up and glared at the wolf. "What the hell was that?" he snapped.
The wolf crossed his arms and took a few steps back. "Giving you your motorcycle."
He glared up at the man and tried to get back to his feet but the hand on his back pushed him back down again; at the same time the warmth in this stomach was growing hotter, a feeling like rumbling starting to fill his body.
The gryphon felt his body start to shake, fanning out his wings then snapping them against his back again. His tail feathers flared out as he felt pressure growing in his hands and feet. Looking down at his hands he saw the fingers starting to stretch out, the grey of his scaled skin was starting to turn to chrome.
Crying out he starred in horror at his hands, his fingers growing longer by the second. Looking back he saw that his feet were starting to go through the same changes, but they were much thicker. He felt a shiver, his belly rumbling again under him as he felt compelled to press his hands tightly together. The bright metal merged together, his palms reforming into an axel as his hands turned competently into a wheel.
Frysco stared at the new wheel, still swelling larger and larger as rubber formed around the outer edge. He could see the treads forming in the rubber, taking on the same texture as the scales that had been on his hands.
He placed the tire on the floor, feeling the cement rubbing against the rubber. He shivered softly at the odd feeling, it was strangely nice. A moment later he felt his feet pressing together, merging and flowing around. He craned his head back, watching as the lager rear tire formed as his feet melted away into metal and rubber.
With a yelp he started to fall over before the hand on his back grabbed his sides, holding him up as his rear tire settled under him, taking the weight for the moment.
The transforming gryphon shivered as he felt his belly rumble more, the sound less organic and more like an engine at idle. Looking down between his arms he could see the orange and red feathers of his chest starting to shake as it began to swell outwards.
He let out a long gasp as he watched the feathers start to fold and almost melt against his skin as it grew thicker and larger. The rumbling increased, shaking inside of him as he could feel his stomach starting to rearrange itself into a four cylinder engine.
Frysco let out a long moan, but the sounds coming out of his throat where hisses and groans, the smell of exhaust rolling out of his beak and over his face.
As he shook from the power of the engine he felt something run over his tail feathers before they snapped out back over his rear tire. Craning his head around he tried to look at his tail, finally glimpsing the rainbow feathers as they started to press together, flowing into a curved piece of metal and plastic that still bore his colors. It was both a bumper, and judging from the thick black padding that was forming at the base of his back, it was also the rear seat.
The gryphon shivered as he felt something slither down the side of his leg. He could just see a chain starting to grow out of his fur, running from the hub of the wheel and up under his shorts. There was on odd feeling as it pressed into something inside of him and starting to rumble as it linked it drive wheel to his engine.
With that connected the rest of his legs started to changed, growing thin and stretching out, turning into black coated metal. He could feel the bracing as it took the weight of his upper body. Shocks formed out of his upper legs as his knees vanished into the metal structure.
Suddenly his shorts tore apart around his hips and his ass. He could see his lower body swelling in size to match his upper body; his fur and feathers starting to turn to metal and plastic. A stronger feeling started to grow over his back as it started to reform into a seat. The center of his back quickly rose up into the curved swell of his gas tank.
Without warning the hands holding him reached down and pushed a kickstand out from what had been his lower chest. In snapped down with a heavy springing sound and sent a chill through his body. The hand's then gently lowered him down onto the kickstand, allowing it to take on the mostly changed motorcycle's weight.
"Almost done," the wolf said.
Frysco snapped his head forward to glare at the otherwise forgotten wolf. He fanned out his wings and tried to move towards the wolf. All he managed to was rock a bit but he couldn't go anywhere; everything below his shoulders was the body of a motorcycle.
He shivered and felt the motor in what had been his chest rev up. He could feel it throughout his body. Shaking all along his half made frame and down to his rear wheels, the chain just begging to start moving as the hot exhaust ran through his twin tail pipes.
The hands returned to his back, petting and stroking over the padding of his seats as he felt the changes starting to creep up his arms, the metal and plastic starting to take on the green tint of his feathers as they turned into the front struts. As the change move up past his elbows he felt something pop in his shoulders, his front wheel twisting slightly to the side as his shoulders rotated against the solid shape of his body.
A shiver ran through his head and down over his metal body as he felt his beak snap tightly closed and start to seal together. It began to bend downwards over his front tire, forming the front fender. A moment later he could feet his whole head deform, the feathers pulling flat and starting to melt into reinforced plastic.
With a shock on odd feeling hit right inside his eyes, forcing him to screw his eyes shut tightly. As he did he felt them start to move closer and upwards at the same time. It was a very odd experience when they pressed together, flowing and merging into one. After that his eye was forced open as wide as it could go before locking in place.
Frysco rumbled as he the felt the hands return to his ears, pulling and twisting at them as they started to slide back and grow longer, turning into handlebars. The hands stroked and rubbed them as they changed, teasing each control as it formed.
Finally the top of his head arched upwards, starting to form into a clear windscreen as interments began to press out of the remains of his feathers. He felt each one as it appeared, the dials twitching and turning as he sat idling on the garage floor.
The only sign of what the motorcycle used to be was the two large feathered wings that jutted from the sides of the seat. He tried to flex them, feeling them twitch for a moment before the hands grabbed the base of each one. With a twist his wings simply popped free without any fuss leaving behind just a colorfully painted bike.
A moment after that the wolf walked back over to him and reached behind the windscreen. There was a thump and a twist as his key was turned off, the engine falling silent in the garage. With a grin the wolf pulled the key free and bounced it in his hand.
Frysco watched this with an odd detachment. With his engine off he didn't feel all that worried, or angry, or much of anything. Things were just... flat.
A moment later a thin looking mouse walked back carrying his wings. The large feathered appendages had taken on the light sheen of leather, and strangely he could still feel the hands on them.
After the mouse a tall vixen walked in, her hair pulled back in a pony tail and a helmet tucked under her arm. She walked up to the motorcycle and ran a hand over the back of his rounded gas tank. "It's perfect."
"Not yet," the wolf said and motioned for her to step toward the mouse.
She did as she was instructed, setting the helmet down, with an amused look on her thin muzzle. The mouse took the large wings and pressed them up against the vixen's body. As the feathers touched her they started to melt and flow around her shape, hugging her close and pressing tightly around her.
Frysco could feel every part of her as his wings changed. The feeling was so overwhelming that he actually sputtered a few times and nearly started on his own. The wings flowed all over her body starting to reform into a set of riding leathers. One wing becoming her pants as the other reformed into her jacket. Both garments were formfitting to her tight body, hugging her every curve, and they still carried warm colors of his wings in stripes across her form.
With a smile the vixen adjusted the leathers, pulling the zipper down her chest then back up tightly under her chin. The wolf smiled and handed her back her helmet. She pulled it on over her head and flicked out her tail.
"It's all yours," the wolf said, handing over the key to her.
She took and walked over to the former gryphon. With a smile she straddled the motorcycle and slipped the key into the ignition. With a single motion she started his engine and twisted the throttle, roaring the bike to life.
With a quick move she put up the stand and rolled the bike around in place to face a slowly opening garage door. She lowered herself down, her chest pressing against the tank of her new crotch rocket and let out a giggle. "Let's go," she whispered, then putting the bike into gear she raced out of the garage and out into the city.
Frysco roared out in excitement and power as they raced over the streets and onto the freeway, rushing forward at his top speed. The pleasure of the engine rumbling in and the street rolling under his wheels was overwhelming. It filled his mind and his new body as they raced along, rushing forward to his top speed, breaking a hundred with ease as his new owner pushed him to the limit.
The feeling of excitement was overwhelming him, washing away any other thought then those of a motorcycle. Pushing forward, striving to use all of his power for his pleasure and for the pleasure of his new vixen owner. Letting out a roar of power he raced even faster as they left the city and rushed headlong out into the country side. He couldn't have been happier.
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This story was written and copyright 2010 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. The character "Frysco" is owned by his creator, and is used with permission. Violators will be transformed.