Pet shop problems
Commission for Night_spore426
My second commission, this one is for Night_spore426.
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The small bell over the door of the pet shop chimed to announce a visitor. The tall man's cloak gave him an eerie appearance. He towered at over six feet tall, and carried two birds in separate cages.
Maximillian, the owner of the pet shop, was inside the bathroom. He had a porn magazine in his hand, and it was pretty obvious what he was doing with the other.
-Dammit!-He said as he heard the customer come inside.-If it's one of those damn kids who just come here to pet the bunnies, I'm jumping out a window.
He carefully hid the magazine and washed his hands in a hurry. He walked out towards the customer, and he felt intimidated by his appearance. He certainly did seem like a ghost, with that cloak flowing covering all of his body, and the long hood only allowed him to see a pair of rows of yellow teeth and an extremely pale chin. What was even weirder though, was that the shop was silent. The frogs had stopped croaking, the canaries had stopped their singing. Hell, even the crickets he fed to the tarantulas were silent as a graveyard. Still, he managed to put on a brave face.
-Good morning, sir. With what may we help you today?
The man just motioned towards the cages. In the first one, a heavily ornamented cage with a large thick base was a female Macaw with a turquoise blue color. On the second one, a much more common cage like the ones he sold, was another Macaw with a deeper color, and considerably larger. After analyzing it for a second, he concluded that he was highly likely a male from a similar species.
-Let me take these for you. So, medical exam?
-No. No medical. Breed. -He said with a deep guttural voice and an impossible to recognize accent.
-Right, I see... We actually don't breed birds in here so...-He said, very nervous.
The man reached into an inner pocket on his cloak, and started to take something out. Max freaked out on the inside, thinking it could be a weapon.
-I come. One month. I pick up. Two birds, one egg.-The man said as he placed a large roll of bills in the counter. He then left, without saying anything, and as soon as he crossed the door the air felt lighter, and the shop resumed its annoying sound.
Max relaxed a bit. He took the roll and started counting the money. There was a total of $5000 in 100 dollar bills, and they looked legit. He turned his attention to the birds. The larger one, the male in the common cage, was clearly an Anodorhynchus hyacinthinus, a Hyacinth Macaw. He measured over three feet, one meter to be exact. This species was endangered, and a specimen like this could easily cost over two grand. But it dwarfed in comparison of his neighbor.
The cage was the first thing he examined. It had a wide, solid base with a number of strange carvings and markings. The rest of the cage was equally decorated, and the bird inside had an ample supply of food, water, and entertainment. He then focused his attention on the specimen itself. Measuring just above two feet, she was considerably smaller than the male. She had a beautiful turquoise coloration, and deep black feet. Max couldn't believe his eyes. He was staring at a female from the Cyanopsitta spixii species, a Spix's Macaw. He knew that they were potentially extinct in the wild, and there were less than a hundred alive, most of them in wildlife preservation institutes. This specimen was priceless, and the fact that the shady man had one made him even more suspicious. As far as he knew, he could be a black market dealer, breeding and selling exotic birds at exuberant prices.
-Oh god, what the hell am I going to do... There's no way the Spix's Macaw will accept the Hyacinth Macaw as her mate, and if the man comes back and I don't have that egg, who knows what he'll do?-He said, extremely worried.- Mary, where are you when I truly need you?
His wife had left for a very important trip to the amazon jungle a couple weeks before, and expected to stay there for at least a couple more months. He missed her, and even though they had reached their thirties and still had no kids (She was infertile) their sex life was pretty much the same as it had been when they had dated in college, often making love up to twice a day regularly. It's hard to have that kind of sex life and then just stop for almost three months, which explained what he was doing earlier. Still, masturbating had never pleased him enough.
-Well, guess I'll have you two breed. Maybe I'll even get lucky and she'll allow you to father her chicks.-He said to the male. Naturally, the bird didn't understand, but things had gotten so lonely, he didn't mind.-Now how does this cage open?
He fumbled around with the bigger cage as he tried to open it, but he couldn't find any handle or lock.
-Maybe it opens underneath-He thought.
He tinkered with the bottom section of it, and finally found a small hidden button in one of the details. As he pressed it, there was a subtle hiss and a trap-door opened, revealing that the base was actually hollow, and had an object inside of it. With great care he removed this object, which had an old appearance and was covered in dust. The title, in a language he didn't understand, was "Maswala inaelezea".
-Interesting... I wonder what this is about...
He opened the book to reveal a number of small chapters, like a recipe book. It was all written in that strange language that looked African-like. Within each small chapter, there were hand drawings depicting a complex hand movement pattern, along with an underlined sentence.
He chose to inspect it later, as he felt that the need to have the birds breed was greater. He finally found a way to open the cage, and gently placed the bird on a countertop which he'd covered with a towel. He then retrieved the male, and placed him alongside her. It was both bird's mating season, and they were quick to pick up. The male began its mating ritual, but got little to no interest from the female. They remained like this for over half an hour, and Max quickly got bored. Then, seeing as this was going to take even longer, he had an idea. He grabbed the porn magazine he was reading from the bathroom and then returned to the counter. It was well shielded from view, and there were virtually no customers at that time, so no one would mind if he had some "me time" as he watched the birds. He grabbed his penis and started to jerk off, checking out the nude girls on the stained paper. He reached the centerfold, and found a particular girl who surpassed the others in any quality he could think of. His movements got faster, and he started fantasizing about her. Her blonde hair, deep blue eyes, busty chest, that well-formed butt and those pink folds she so eagerly exposed to the reader. He moaned as strings of hot cum shot from his dick and into the countertop, most of them falling into the towel. The rest ended up in the centerfold, coating the porn-star with cum. He gasped for air as the pleasure died down.
-That was nice-He thought-But not as nice as the ones you give me Mary.
He always talked to her even if she wasn't there. As he cleaned up, he noticed that the birds hadn't even moved too much. He knew that the female would never pay attention to the male, they were different species and the Spix's Macaw wasn't known for allowing interspecies breeds. He decided to wait while exploring the old book he'd found. He looked at it again, and decided to investigate deeper into it. He booted up his pc, and did a quick search for the title on Google. The first entry was a translation program, and he quickly learned that the book was written in an archaic form of Swahili. He found another translator and typed the title.
-"Sexual Spells" -He read out loud. He immediately felt his arousal growing again, even though the book was probably just a joke or a scam. A look at the birds told him he still had a lot of time in his hands, so he opened the book on a random page.
"Mnyama-binadamu mabadiliko"..."Animal-Human transformation".
Intrigued, he attempted to translate the whole page, but only succeeded in a few phrases_: "Any animal, male or female"..."Anything desired by man"..."Mental idea guide"..."Sexual companionship"_. That last phrase got him even more aroused. Then, in a decision fully influenced by his sexual frustration, he decided to try it out.
He removed the male and left the female on the countertop. He then took the magazine and, opening it on the centerfold, placed it besides her. Then, with an almost comical solemnity, he started to wave his arms in the patterns indicated, and recited the special phrase:
-" __Oh_ , mungu mke wa ngono, kubadilisha huu mnyama katika chemchemi yangu kutokuwa na mwisho wa furaha"_
As he finished the last gesture, there was a terrifying scream in his inner ears, and a blinding light coming from the macaw. He fell back, clutching his head as he tried to dampen the horrible noise. After a few seconds, though, it was all gone. He stood up, and marveled at the sight.
The Spix's macaw had been transformed into a hybrid, possessing qualities from both species. She was now 5'10'' and had a human-shaped body. Her head hadn't changed that much, and she still retained her beak, but the rest of her body was a completely different story: Her wings had morphed into hands, which still retained long feathers underneath. Her body was still covered in small, soft feathers. Also, she now sported two good looking breast-like mounds on her chest, roughly the same size as the centerfold. Her butt also had retained some of its long feathers, and her cloaca was right where her pussy would've been had Max completed the spell successfully. Still, it was a marvelous sight, and his cock, which was still recovering from the earlier masturbation, sprang right up. She seemed disoriented at first, but in a few seconds she understood the situation, probably as part of the spell. She looked at Max with clear lust in her eyes, and stood up. As she walked up to him, he started to blush, noticing that her nakedness had caused a huge erection.
-Do not be ashamed, for I am here to serve.-She said with the same strange accent the man in the cloak had.
She came closer to him, and pressed his body to her own. It was clear that she knew what she had to do as she unzipped his pants. Even then, the idea of having oral by something whose beak was powerful enough to crack nuts open wasn't very attractive to Max, and he retreated a bit to the confused looks of the macaw.
-Why are you refusing my pleasure offer?-She said. She then looked at the mirror on the far end of the store and saw her true form.-I understand... I was operating under the assumption that I was a human female, but it seems something went wrong with the spell...
Max thought about it. Of course he couldn't have done the spell right, he was no magician!
-Still...-She began- We can always have some "traditional fun".-She said, pointing towards her cloaca.
Contrary to what may be assumed of an opening that serves for so many bodily functions, this macaw's cloaca was squeaky clean. Whether because of the spell or just biology, it couldn't be determined. Max, in his state of sexual frustration, took off his clothes in an instant, but not before shutting the blinds and placing an "Away for Lunch" sign on the door. With his arm, he threw away everything in the counter top, and subtly gestured her to lie down there. Submissive as always, the turquoise blue macaw positioned herself on top of the countertop, with her feathery legs to the side giving him a very inviting view; coincidentally, in the same position that the centerfold she was modeled after. Max wasted no time, and pounced her. He placed a hand on the countertop and used the other one to guide his penis towards that inviting opening. As soon as he felt his tip nested against her opening, he started to slowly thrust in. It was unbelievably tight, and she squirmed a bit but didn't protest. Her cloaca was extremely warm inside, to the point that Max had to stop mid-thrust and think about something else to avoid ruining the moment. When he calmed down, he continued to enter, and finally was balls deep inside her. Before he could pull back for another thrust, he felt something in his shaft. It was like someone was kneading it all over.
-Worry not, it is perfectly normal.-She said as she saw his reaction.-We have the ability to control those muscles at will. I think you will find it pretty pleasurable.-She added, squeezing him harder.
As Max continued to impale her, she kept massaging his penis every time he went in. It was obvious that she was enjoying it too, as she had closed her eyes and shivered when he thrust in deep. Maximillian had never felt something like this before. Whenever he had sex with Mary, the sensation of tightness only lasted for a few thrusts, as she stretched to accommodate him, but with this beautiful macaw the sensation never died down. Every thrust felt as tight as a virgin's, and the next felt the same, if not tighter. That combined with the heat that enveloped his member and the constant massage being given to it had Max on the edge of orgasm. He had the desire to last for some time, make it memorable. But what he didn't know was that the spell would reverse itself in a matter of minutes, due to his inexperienced nature. The blue macaw did possess that knowledge, and whispered into his ear:
-Master, you must finish quickly, for I feel the spell will wear off in a minute or so...
Then, without waiting for an answer, she crossed her feet behind his back and her arms wrapped him in a flurry of feathers. She used her powerful legs to push him even deeper in one powerful thrust, and held him there, while her inner muscles worked his head with an amazing tempo. Nothing, human or otherwise, could withstand such actions without cumming, and Max was no exception. He grabbed her behind the back, and clutched tightly as he felt his balls tighten up. He convulsed wildly as he shot string after string inside the Spix's Macaw, her cloaca massaging him and milking him for all he had. He felt disoriented, confused, dark spots covering the edges of his vision. Never in his life had he experienced something like this. Finally, the pleasure died down, and he started to dismount her, not wanting to be on top of her when she reversed back to her feral form to prevent accidentally crushing her. As his sensitive cock retreated, he felt her inner muscles attempting to keep him in, making the withdrawal so pleasurable, another shot of cum landed on her stomach feathers as he pulled out. He stumbled, not having quite regained his balance, and once again there was a loud noise and light coming from the macaw. This time, however, he was sort of prepared, and as soon as it all calmed down, the macaw was back in her original small form, pacing around the countertop like nothing had ever happened. In fact, after checking her thoroughly, he discovered that there were no traces on her at all, not even cum in her. The only proof that it hadn't just been a dream was his still twitching penis and the open spell book.
He returned the bird to her cage, and cleaned up the mess. He then turned his attention to the book, and spent the whole week trying to figure out how to translate it. By Saturday he'd deciphered a number of other spells, ranging from "kupanua ngono hamu laana" (enlarged sex desire curse) to "jinsia kubadili na muundo uzazi" (Gender switch and genital modification). Even though he didn't dare attempt this spells yet, he did take the liberty of making color copies of all the pages of the book. He would spend every day researching and practicing these spells. He'd already lost hope on the breeding the macaws idea, but something he found out in the spell he'd attempted shone new light in the matter. The passage read as follows:
"Onyo: wakati laana hii unaweza fomu aligeuka kuwa rutuba sana, hasa kama laana si kufanyika vizuri. katika kesi hii, itakuwa kike kupata mimba kwa watoto wa aina yake ya kweli, bila kujali kiume."
This roughly translated to:
Warning: when this curse can form turned out to be very fertile, especially if the curse is not done properly. In this case, it would be female to get pregnant with the children of his true form, regardless of male.
He figured that there was a very large possibility that the macaw had gotten pregnant during their intercourse, but he had to be sure. For this, he decided to repeat the spell and mate with her again.
-If this works.-He thought for himself.-Then breeding any kind of animal here will be the best job in the world.
He set up the same way he'd done before, placing the porn magazine open in the centerfold as a mental reference, and the female Spix's Macaw in the countertop. He took the book, opened on the right page, and began the spell.
-" __Oh_ , mungu mke wa ngono, kubadilisha huu mnyama katika chemchemi yangu kutokuwa na mwisho wa furaha"_
But fate had it, that just before he could say the last words, a gust of wind from a partially open window turned the pages on his porn magazine. His mental image, the one the spell used as a reference, was that of the page that the stubborn wind had placed into full view:
"Want some Fem-Dom action now? Call 1-800-xxxx for the hottest mistresses available! Latex wear and whips included!"
Again the loud shriek, and the light emanating from the bird as she transformed back into a hybrid form.
Max stood in disbelief; In front of him, was the blue bird he remembered so well, only this time, everything was different. His practice with the spell pronunciation and gestures had made the bird look a bit more human, but the real difference was in her looks. She still sported the porn-star look, albeit a much milder one. She had high heels, and tight revealing black leather strips running from her pelvis and up to her shoulders, circling the breasts in the process. On her hands, which were covered by long black latex gloves was a black and short cat o' nine tails whip. And the worst of it, an eight inch strap-on dildo on her pelvis. She looked at Maximillian with a cold gaze, like penetrating his thoughts. He hoped, prayed that the mental image only affected the appearance and not the personality, but he was quickly proven wrong:
-Someone has been trying to breed macaws with their master's spell book...-She said in a firm but seductive tone. -Guess I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad, bad boy.-She said, cracking her whip.
-Oh crap.-Was all Max managed to say.
The little bell's chime and the ensuing silence in the shop announced the predicted visit of the mysterious man. Max quickly retrieved the two cages, the small one with the Hyacinth Macaw on it first. The man took it without saying a word, and then Max brought the bigger cage. He'd left it exactly like he'd received it, with the spell book back in its place. Inside, the Spix's macaw was sleeping, incubating a single white egg in the small nest. Through the bottom of the hood, max could see him smile a bit. He gave him another big roll of bills, and took the cages with him. Maximillian waited until he'd left, before painfully walking towards the back, trying to stop the clothes from rubbing on the sore spots that hadn't healed yet, and preparing for the horrible pain that sitting down would bring to his abused behind.
-J