Black Swan
A swan, learning about life and how it can corrupt one over time.
The day started like any other, no different than yesterday. Funny, they say sweet sixteen is supposed to be a magical time, but I hardly noticed. My name is Inesa, starting in on my sixteenth birthday, hatchday whatever those strange people say anymore. To me though it's just another annoying day of high school.
I ended up waking up late, finding my alarm clock unplugged, much to my groggy mind's distaste. After a few minutes of fighting with my still sleepy mind I finally got to push out of bed only to start working on getting dressed, admiring my bare feathered form a bit as I made sure that I looked properly preened on my body that I was soon to cover now looking around for clothes. Some called me goth, or lolita with my choices in clothing loving little dresses or skirts. It wasn't about the mindset for me just the enjoyment of the soft silk against my feathers that didn't tug too tightly. After my few quick minutes of dressing, I heard my father already yelling from the living room that the bus was near. I hastily grabbed my bags before running out the door with a quick goodbye.
Ah yes, school always reminding me how much I hated being around people. I was always the outcast type not fitting with anyone in particular even the more awkward groups, being teased about possibly being a boy beneath all of the clothing due to my small breast. I did enjoy the classes though, studying history and science with great interest though I was a bit scatterbrained with the actual lab exams making things hard from time to time. Always dealing with the teachers that would sometimes stare a little too much at me, making me blush beneath my feathers so glad that it wasn't obvious.
Physical education, yes.. PE was always a fun story, I was athletic but never one of the first picks when it came to teams. The tiger that was our coach always leering at me when I was running around in the assigned outfits. Though lately his gaze seemed different as if he specifically was looking for something, he did love to tease me about trying out for girl's track and 'stretching my legs' as he put it.
Finally, the day of school came to an end and I gladly escaped back home as quickly as I could, not wanting to bother with the bus this evening. I was glad at some points that my father and I lived alone, my mother having left a while ago to work in a different country or so dad always said. Our dinner was quiet that night other than the small cake and his celebration with me for my birthday. His present was a small, jade pendant which I happily wore after receiving it, kissing his beak chastely in thanks. Then, retreating to my room to eagerly take off the offending clothes, though I liked how I dressed I hated to cover myself. Slipping into bed, I rested on top of the covers blushing to myself as my own lust filled the back of my head.
My feathered hand slipping down between my thighs to just lightly graze over my labial lips, my beak parting in a sharp gasp as I was surprised at how sensitive it was tonight. My blue eyes slipping closed as I crooned to myself, slowly tracing those feathery fingertips up one tender lip and down the other, grinding my beak down as my fingertips moved to my clit rubbing in against the nub. My feathers tickling against my ebon flesh as I couldn't help but shiver and gasp, arching up into the touch as my feminine nectar dribbled down against my tailfeathers. I whimpered delightfully before letting out a slight chirping squeal, hurrying to quiet myself lest father heard me during my climax.
Drifting off to sleep like that, I must have looked quite silly, hand between my thighs and soaked with my own vaginal fluids. Though tonight things began to change, a hunger growing within my belly as my dreams began to shift to lewder things. My hands beginning their own rubbing against my sleeping body again as in my dreams, I imagined my own lover's hands tracing in against me clutching his hand between my thighs as they would squeeze down on my own. My own heat building from the stroking until even within my dream I could feel the shocking pleasure as it ran along my spine making my feathers poof lightly from my skin pulling tight.
((This is a first attempt... going for a series here but I wanted to at least get some type of idea down and any feed back. x.x Nervous as hell but here we go wee.))