First Night
Derek had been sick the last few days. It hadn't been too bad at first, but the fever was keeping him mostly in bed and he'd already missed his classes this day because of it. And now, as he slept tried to recover, he had odd dreams filled with black feathers. They were strange and foreign, yet were somehow comforting.
He woke up suddenly, in a cold sweat. He was itchy all along his arms. . . Though otherwise it felt like the fever was gone. He scratched at the itchy parts instinctively, panting as his mind cleared of the sleep haze. He'd fully stripped down for bed, since he'd been feeling a bit hot, and while his skin was still a bit sweaty, the heat seemed to have passed. The blanket slid from his shoulders, falling down to just cover his lap and legs. As he felt himself for heat or sweat, he noticed weird soft bumps running down his arms. He lifted one arm up for a better look, squinting in the dim light.
There were little black things all up and down his arm, and clearly that was where the itching was coming from. He stared at them, blinked to clear his eyes, but they wouldn't go away. They looked like little feathers. He couldn't help it, he screamed.
"It's all right, it's nothing bad. It's natural."
The disembodied voice didn't help much. He looked around wildly. He must be hallucinating, or maybe still dreaming. That would make a lot more sense. His fingers went automatically to his arm again, where he could feel those soft growths. They really did feel like feathers. "Who the hell are you? What's happening to me?"
There was a deep sigh. "I wish there was a better way to do this. Please, try to relax and I'll show myself."
Derek doubted he could do that so easily, but he didn't see what choice he really had. "Okay, fine I guess."
Something that looked like liquid shadow floated into the room, swirling into a humanoid shape just a few feet from Derek's bed. The figure gradually took on more details, showing black feathers, a sharp beak, smooth talons, and a large set of wings behind its back. A bird man, a humanoid raven. The strange being was dressed only in something like a loose purple kilt. He bowed his head and spread his arms peacefully. "Don't let my claws alarm you, I'm harmless to innocents."
Derek stared for several seconds, then down at his arms again. The feathers waved slightly in a very faint breeze that had come along with the raven's magic. He looked up again, blinking, mind sort of broken. The raven waited patiently, gazing back with dark eyes.
It just had to be a dream. He'd been dreaming about ravens for some reason, and this was just. . . No, it didn't feel like that. He couldn't convince himself it wasn't real, it felt as real as anything he'd ever experienced. The raven seemed to see something change in his eyes.
"I really wish there was a gentle way to do this, but it was going to happen eventually anyway. You're a were-raven, Derek, and you always have been."
Derek's fingers twitched, his mind trying to start again. His body tingled, itching all over, promising more change. Finally he snapped back into himself, "I'm going to be a bird? This isn't possible. Stuff like this can't be real."
The humanoid bird approached, his talons making sharp clicking noises as he did. Derek realized that he wasn't frightened by him, by what many might see as a monster. There was a sharp, primal attractiveness to the avian that was appealing rather than scary. But it was still so much to take in.
"There's a lot most people don't know about. Magic, spirits, monsters, the modern world isn't as simple as it seems. You'll see soon, and I'll help to guide you through it if you want. That's why I'm here." He reached out a clawed, black-scaled hand.
Derek hesitated, then reached out his own hand. His nails looked a little darker and pointier, but they were still human, not black and scaled like the raven had. They clasped, and he looked into the dark avian eyes. It was too much, all at once. This bird, his own changes, all of it just sprung on him. He felt a little surge of magic flow through him and he shuddered, then just slumped forward.
The raven caught him gently, cradling an arm and wing around the changing human. Derek started breathing harder, closing his eyes as he felt his toes stiffening a bit, and an itching grow across his shoulder blades. His small feathers ruffled up, and he pressed his beakless face into the other bird's chestfeathers. It felt nice, comforting to have someone there. He. . . he felt overwhelmed, but not really scared or horrified. He liked birds. He glanced up again. "I'm sorry. I-I don't even know your name."
The bird opened his beak in what Derek took to be a smile. "Starsong. Or Jack, whichever you prefer." His claws ran lightly through Derek's thickening feathers. The raven was so warm. . . Derek shifted against him, placing his own arm around. And felt his cock start to stiffen as well.
Derek was still feeling his sexuality out. He hadn't had a boy or girlfriend yet, though lately he'd been feeling a more obvious attraction to males. He'd barely had any time to explore it, and this really didn't seem like the time to be opening up that side of himself either. Jack was covered in feathers and had deadly claws, after all. Derek's face reddened, and the bird cocked his head to the side, then smiled again.
"Feeling better? You seem a little more relaxed."
Derek nodded, realizing that the surprise of his arousal actually had calmed him down a little. "I- I think so. What's going to happen, how long will it take? Will I be able to turn back?" He pressed just a little more into the comforting plumage. He hadn't been held like this in so long.
Jack bobbed his head. Derek really couldn't quite take the name `Starsong' seriously, so the raven was just Jack in his head. "It's slow and a bit uncomfortable unassisted. I can bring it out of you more smoothly, that's one part of why I came. And yes, you can turn back, but the first change lasts for days, and then you'll still need to learn how to revert. If you think you're ready, I can help now, or we can wait. It will happen soon either way though." His wing brushed slowly against Derek's back, gentle, comforting.
Derek let out a soft sigh and nodded. "I think I feel ready, ready enough at least. Thank you for being here. . ."
Jack smiled, head bobbing again, then carefully broke the hug and slid down to his knees beside the bed. He reached under the blanket and took hold of Derek's feet, fingers surprisingly warm against his flesh. Derek's toes curled slightly as he looked down, glad the blanket was still covering his lap. The bird began to rub his soles, nice, massaging strokes with those warm scales. "Mmm, that feels nice. . . but what are you doing?"
"I can bring the change out this way, with my touch. It will be faster and cleaner." Derek could feel more than just the nice, careful rubbing, he could feel his toes tingling. He flexed them and peered down, noticing that they were starting to grow longer. Jack bobbed his head. "Good, it's working. Let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable, I want this to be easy on you."
Derek giggled at that. A wereraven was turning him into a bird, and he was feeling a little turned on by it. He was pretty sure there were some uncomfortable feelings going on. He shook his head though, spreading his darkening toes, watching with a little uncertainty as his pairs of smaller toes began to fuse. It was. . . kind of unpleasant looking, so he glanced away, trying to distract himself.
"I'm still having a little trouble taking this in. I've always been a wereraven? Why is this happening now, how come I never knew any of this?" He felt a little crack grow in his perception of the world. How much of it really was wrong? What could he trust anymore? He started breathing harder, shaking some.
The raven squeezed his feet tightly. "It's okay. I know this is a lot to deal with, but you don't need to all at once. Just take it slow." Derek gulped and nodded, looking down again. He had three toes on each foot now, his flesh dark and and already a little scaly looking. It was slightly less weird to look at now that it wasn't quite in that intermediate stage. Jack went back to rubbing once it seemed like Derek was calming down.
"Okay, okay, thank you." It was feeling nice again, all the attention. His mind was all over the place, this would really be easier if he could focus on just one confusing thing. He curled his long toes into the slow massage, watching nails turn to claws, and an extra toe begin to grow out of his heel. That felt especially weird, wriggling back there. "I, um. Okay, I'll let you tell me what I need to know first then."
Jack nodded, his fingers coaxing the sleek black toes into proper talons. They splayed out, and Derek could feel, though not see, the scales that grew and covered his ankles as well. "We were created as observers, beings to watch and record the troubles of the Earth, report as needed. The spirit of Raven was placed into those willing to serve, as the spirits of Wolf, Serpent, and Spider were placed in others. Time has. . . changed things, but the spirits remain strong in some of those descended from those initial few." He looked up, and Derek caught a shyness in his dark eyes. "I need to continue higher. Are you all right with that?"
Derek's breath caught a bit. The foot rub had made his shaft firm up all the way, and there was just a loose bit of cloth covering it right now. He almost said he wasn't all right with it. . . but that seemed cruel, and the words died in his mouth. He gulped and nodded. "Yeah. . ."
Jack kept speaking as he reached up for the blanket. "The magical world has gotten more muddled over the years, especially as the modern world has grown. We do a lot more than observe now-" he paused as the blanket came free, revealing Derek's erect cock. The human blushed, talons curling instinctively. Jack took a breath before continuing, moving his talons carefully up the changing human's bare legs. Little black feathers popped into view as he drew the raven out. "We fight when needed, but predominately help and protect our own."
The feathers spread up his legs, thickening out as they did. The tingle was growing elsewhere on his body, the change drawn out most directly where Jack touched, but seeming to respond all over. Smooth, scaled hands ran over Derek's knees, then thighs. The closer they got to his throbbing shaft, the harder it felt to breathe, to concentrate on what Jack was saying. He looked at the bird, that smooth, severe beak, the dark, well-groomed feathers, and finally admitted to himself that the wereraven was really sexy.
Blackness covered his thighs. "We're very close-knit, there aren't very many of us in the area, and there's a lot to deal with, but there are many things the normal mortals just don't get to experience. . ." He trailed off, fingers stopping just inches from Derek's cock. Feathers fully surrounded it now, though it seemed to remain unchanged.
Derek didn't know what to do. He had no idea what Jack thought of such obvious arousal. Most people weren't gay, he was probably making him really uncomfortable. Though, that wasn't quite the vibe he was getting. . . if only he could read avian facial expressions better. He drew in another breath, harder, wishing the moment would pass, but Jack seemed uncertain what to do either, both of them waiting for something.
"S-sorry. You're just. . . You're really sexy and. . ." he blurted, going very red once he had. Jack's beak snapped up, eyes focusing on him, and Derek gasped, feeling like he'd been struck. He'd just scared his guide off, he was being too weird, he was. . .
The older bird curled his smooth fingers around the cock and began to rub slowly, guiding his scales up and down. Derek's eyes widened, then he let out a little moan, shoulders slumping as the shaft jerked at the touch, tip growing wet. The tip began to take on more of a taper as the changes once more continued.
"I'm not used to attention like that, especially not in this form, but I'm flattered." Now Jack sounded a bit shy, but his beak was open in what Derek kept reading as a smile. His fingers worked expertly down to Derek's base, caressing the balls as they sunk into a forming slit, tucking in nice and warm. More feathers spread up his chest and sprouted from his tailbone. "We're such a small group, it's hard to find someone with similar. . . tastes."
Derek was still very red. He clenched his new talons a bit more, shifting his shoulders as he felt a tingle along his shoulder blades. "I'm, um, not sure what mine are. Well, a little more sure now, oooh. . ." He blushed brighter as Jack's fingers slipped into his new slit, working and squeezing carefully at the base housed there.
Jack's attention was on the cock, but he took a moment to look up again. He made a little crooning noise that Derek found adorable. God, he was really falling for this guy, he'd never felt a crush like this before. . . and it felt really good. The raven spoke. "Just tell me if I go too far. I'll be gentle, the last thing I want to do is hurt or scare you. It's been a long time too. . ." He hesitated, then lowered his beak. He brushed it along both sides of the newly modified cock, then carefully licked his tongue along the urethra and tip, a gentle kiss before his hands moved away.
Derek's heart was beating heavily. His torso was covered in a light coat of down now, all the way up his chest and along his arms. This was such a crazy time for his first time with this. And what was this? How far were they going to go? How far did he want to go?
Jack slid up onto the bed and climbed behind him. He spread his legs and pulled Derek into his lap, his foot talons reaching down to flex and rub along Derek's. He brushed his beak along the back of the changing human's neck, more feathers growing in, fluffing out, then reached both hands to his shoulder blades. The feeling there grew stronger, and Derek leaned back into the grip.
"I feel kind of like I'm going crazy, Jack. Everything, everything about this is so new and strange. But it feels so good. You feel so good." He was breathing hard between words. His body barely felt like his own, and not just because of the claws and feathers. He didn't get things like this, he didn't get someone like this. This crazy, sudden, sexy meeting full of magic and a whole new world. His hands slid down to the raven's thighs, curling as he felt the soft feathers under the kilt.
Jack kept up his rubbing, but Derek heard a little gasp. Wings were starting to expand, new limbs that he fluttered as they grew. Derek moved his hands more, finding the edge of the kilt, lifting it up. He could feel Jack's desire, the way he was holding back, and he realized he didn't want him to. "I don't want it to just be that though. I don't want. . . I don't want to keep holding back and worrying. I want this." There was a deep caw of pleasure as his hand slid through thigh feathers and found the other bird's slit. His fingers brushed the hardness there with the little clawtips they'd developed. He shivered as Jack's own fingers clenched, gripping his new wingbases and making the wings grow and spread.
Jack's voice was a little husky. "Are you sure? We've only just met, I don't want to read you wrong. . ." He was adorably flustered, and it gave Derek the certainty he needed. He turned slightly, hair growing feathery as he placed his free hand on Jack's kilt. He started peeling it off, meeting the bird's eyes. He couldn't help blushing still, but he pressed on.
"Who else am I going to wait for? I just want to enjoy this, I'll never have another night like tonight, Jack. I just want to. . . embrace it." He could still feel shock and uncertainty in the back of his head, but they were directed at the weirdness of it all, not at his situation. Not at Jack. He had a lot to deal with still, a lot to take in and learn, but this part suddenly seemed simple. He pulled the rest of the kilt free as his tailfeathers grew in, revealing the raven's hard, avian cock, so like his own now.
Jack opened his beak to say something, or ask something else, then acceptance hit him. He cawed lightly and bobbed his head, reaching his arms to embrace Derek. Derek let out a deep sigh as he pressed in, feathers thickening up as he tucked his head under Jack's beak, turned his body so their chests came together, shafts rubbed and brushed tenderly. His arms slipped down to return the embrace and both squeezed. It felt so nice, so close. He shuddered, then suddenly sobbed. He hadn't realized how much he'd been bottling up, even before now. So much stress and uncertainty in his life, so little real human contact. He squeezed tighter and Jack responded in kind, holding him as they shared warmth and closeness, Derek crying into black feathers as similar feathers coated his body. It felt right, and after several minutes of just letting it out, he felt refreshed and renewed. He took a final, deep breath, then pulled slightly back to look at Jack.
Jack crooned, still holding. "Are you okay?" he asked carefully. Derek curled his fingers in his new friend's feathers, realizing he had claws and scales there now too. He nodded and smiled brightly. "Mmm, much better than okay. I really needed that. For a long time. . ." He felt good, so much better than he had since any time he could remember. And, with his mind more cleared, he still wanted this bird more than anything. He leaned forward and kissed the hard, sharp beak, feeling his lips harden as he did. "And I still want to do more, if you're ready." He reached down to feel their cocks, finding both nice and hard together.
The raven cawed and bobbed his head. "Mmm, I think you really do honestly want me. I'd love to be your first, Derek," he said tenderly, brushing his beak against the forming one on Derek's face, caressing, then reaching down. "Turn around, hon. We can do it just right here, I like holding you. I can make things a little easier with my magic, just relax and I'll take care of you."
Derek liked that idea, and slid back around, pressing into Jack's lap again. He had only a basic idea of how this worked, he was glad he had a guide. He felt Jack stroke his tailfeathers up, raising them into the air and exposing the pink pucker that clenched at the exposure.
"Relax, hon. Just relax," he crooned, and Derek made himself unclench, starting to breathe hard again. His wings folded down, almost fully formed, as Jack slipped an arm around his waist. Derek swallowed, his own cock drooling as he felt Jack's heat press under his tail.
Down below, their talons found each other and clasped together. Derek was panting, his clawed hands going down to Jack's legs, pressing into the warmth there. The raven pushed in and Derek felt his weight ease him down, that sexy, avian cock spreading his passage. It felt amazing, having someone inside him, alive and wanting him. His beak grew out and he cawed, answered by a tender caw from the other raven, and then a little thrust, pushing deeper. It felt like it should be painful, but wasn't, just nice and sensual. And then Jack reached his prostate.
Pleasure flooded him as the more experienced bird worked his shaft in and out, stimulating him there with each push. Derek's wings fluttered out and he fell back, talons clenching tightly as his caws turned to happy, excited warbles of pleasure. Oooh, yesss, that felt so right, so full and perfect. They shared another trembling caw as Jack reached around to start pumping Derek's cock, and Derek bounced his hips in response.
The two birds thrust and moaned, squawking as wings flapped and feathered ruffled. He'd barely noticed that his changes must have finished, he was as much bird as Jack now, and it felt so good. It was so nice to be cared for and wanted, to be guided, and to finally have sex. He tensed up, wanting this so bad, for so long, getting closer, closer, everything teetering with each thrust, each squeeze. Then he felt it hit, and his thoughts were blasted away.
Feathers whirled through his mind, soft feathers and pretty beaks, then a torrent of seed hit his belly. Jack clamped down and started thrusting harder inside, several more quick, hard pushes, and then a happy screech of release and a rush of warmth inside him. They shivered and moaned together, pressed close and tender as Derek's need splattered his feathered belly, then slowly died down.
Jack eased him down onto his side, the older bird clutching him, still holding him tightly and lovingly from behind. Derek breathed and cawed, the rush of release fading into the warmth of afterglow. He sighed happily and wriggled back against the other raven. "Mmm, tell me more about being a bird. . ."