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They called it Totally Lethal Colorado Raptor Kush. It was purple, and covered in crystals as big as geodes.

Samantha stared at the smoking bong in her hands and felt a dulled but undeniable sense of worry welling up in her belly even as a warm and mind-meltingly strong high washed over her consciousness. Getting high *had* sounded like a fun idea back when they were at the party, but now that she had and they were in some guy's living room and she didn't know him or his friends and she was higher than she'd ever been in her life she felt awkward, trapped, self-conscious and too hot. Maybe it was the dress? She was still dressed up as Glenda the good witch, which left her buried under mounds of glittering pink frills and fabric. It was the exactly the sort of dress that made her loathe women's clothing in general, but Samantha found it strangely fun to wear on Halloween for some reason. In much the same way, she'd only ever smoked pot a couple of times before and she knew it made her feel paranoid but that night it seemed like just the right thing to take her mind off work but now she was so-

"-Sam? Sammy? Samantha? Are you there?" Rosalyn, her roommate, asked. Rosalyn had gone as Hermione Granger (AGAIN like she'd done _every_ other year...) "Are you feeling okay?"

-distracted. 'Am I feeling okay? What does it mean to feel okay? I'm warm and fed and clothed and I have friends and I have a job and I think I just had a good time at that party but already the memories are fading. I feel warm and tightly and giggly and high, and that feels nice right now, I suppose. Heh, is that a Pink Floyd poster? What was that song they did, I feel that way right now. Comfortably numb. Yeah. What was I doing?'

They were staring at her. So many inquisitive eyes, so many sharp beaks.

Samantha tried to collect her thoughts. 'What did Rosalyn say/ask? What am I really feeling? Isn't it what I'm doing, what I'm thinking? But all I'm really doing *right* now is thinking about how I've been thinking, how I *am* thinking...'

"This is ground control; come in Sammy..." Tristian said, snapping his fingers. Tristian was David's boyfriend; David was one of Samantha's oldest friend. The pair of them had gone to the party as brown-robed Jedi. They were familiar, comforting.

"Are you feeling okay?" David asked.

"I... think I got a good hit?" Samantha said slowly. She laughed, gave a weak cough, and felt her eyes start to itch and water. She was so high her skin felt like it was gently microwaving itself.

"Heh, you look like you're thinkin'. Whatcha thinkin'?" Crowe said, slowly taking the bong from her hands. Samantha blinked rapidly as she felt the weight leave her hands, having forgotten she was holding it. For that matter, she'd forgotten about Crowe!

Crowe had been at Shelly's party, where his incredibly impressive bird suit had brought him a fair bit of attention. Every black feather of his hide was finely detailed, and the beaked mask blended seamlessly with his eyes and covered his ears completely. Aside from the hands at the end of his enormous wings, Crowe resembled his namesake in almost every way. He was almost as twitchy as a bird too... or at least he had been, until he had lit up with them. The crow-suited male spoke in a slow, measured voice instead of rapid-fire barks.

She remembered talking to him about his costume, about good places to eat around Boulder and then eventually about marijuana, something Samantha had been curious about trying again. Crowe happily invited her and Rosalyn over to get high. David, her old lab partner, and his boyfriend, Tristian, joined in as they were headed for the door. She remembered it all now! She even remembered why she was so on edge; she was surrounded by people dressed up as birds of prey!

Except now, the vultures and hawks and eagles around the crow looked feathery and fluffy and kind of cute. Their breasts looked so soft and downy that Samantha wanted to feel the feathers between her fingers, but didn't have the courage to ask.

"I was thinking about, um. Stuff... thinking." Samantha finally replied to Crowe, smiling at the bird. "This is so much... harder! I don't like it!"

"It?" someone quipped.

"This feeling!" Samantha said. "It's like a, a biological memory leak."

"Oh?" said an eagle, twirling a lighter around with his claws. "Why are you smiling then?"

"I don't know!" Samantha said, her smile turning into a cringe, and then back into a smile. She started giggling, and then turned towards her friends. "Guys! What..." she waved her hands, squinted, tried to make her thoughts cohere. "Why brain... different not work funny?"

David leaned forward, barely able to suppress laughter as he addressed her. "Heh, uh, Sam, you gotta... you gotta relax. Just let yourself live in the moment, right here, right now, and like... enjoy it, y'know?"

"Embrace the change, girl," Rosalyn added, to a burst of shrill, inhuman laughter.

"I'm trying! I mean, I will be trying, and hopefully succeeding, in doing just that!" Samantha said, turning from him to face Crowe and noticing two of the other people wearing bird costumes. They were standing- perching?- right on the couch, next to David and Tristian.

They were bigger than the crow by far, and had the hooked beaks and taloned toes of raptors. The predatory birds held their claws curled in front of them like dinosaurs while the rest of their winged arms were folded up behind their backs.

"Birds!" Samantha exclaimed, pointing at them. "More of you!"

One of the birds- an eagle?- cocked his head sideways and laughed. "More of us?"

"We were already here, weren't we?" the hawk next to him said, shrugging.

"She's pretty stoned, isn't she?" the eagle said.

"We're all pretty stoned..." Rosalyn murmured, barely raising her voice.

"Bird-brained, even..." the hawk replied, opening his beak slightly. Samantha got the distinct impression he was smiling at her. "What's wrong with being birds, huh?"

"Nothing! How are your costumes so awesome!?" Samantha blurted. "I mean, granted, it's a little weird. Are you guys, like, related? Is this some kind of frat thing, or internet-"

"Nah. We're a secret avian society." a red-tailed hawk in the kitchen said, walking out with a half-eaten Snickers bar in his hand. "Wifi password's on the fridge door, by the way."

"Oh, right! That explains it!" Rosalyn replied, giggling as she suddenly sat up.

"Secret birdman society?" Samantha repeated. The walls of the cheap apartment were decorated by walls of posters for bands she'd never heard of, and the air was thick with the scent of burnt incense. The living room was filled by a motley assortment of torn-up couches, futons and bean bag chairs, none of which matched. The only other furniture in the whole room was a bookshelf tilted on it's side, atop which a dusty Nintendo Wii rested. "And this is the best secret lair I've ever seen!" Samanatha said, clapping her hands and gesturing around the room. "A, no one would ever expect it. B, think of the fort you could build with all these couches!"

David and Tristian burst into laughter and some of the birds chuckled and muttered to each other, while Rosalyn sat up. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask- why are your couches all torn up like this?" Rosalyn asked Crowe. "Do you guys have dogs, or did they come like this secondhand?"

"Dogs!? Oh, no, no dogs; just couches. They just kinda... get used. Y'know?" Crowe replied, shrugging.

"Used? By who? Freddy Krueger? They're torn to shit!" Tristian said, laughing as he pulled a fistful of stuffing off the floor, before shoving it back into the ruined furniture.

"Yeah, well, couches, man!" Crowe replied, throwing up his wings in frustration. "What can you do?"

"What does that even mean!?" Tristian said, laughing more.

"Couches!" Crowe repeated.

"Couches." another bird said.

"Couches!" a third echoed.

"Buy new ones!" Samantha exclaimed.

"Then they'd all just get messed up again and- couches!" the crow-suited man exclaimed. "Couches."

"Couches." a turkey vulture repeated in a dry whistle, jumping onto one near David and Tristian with an ungainly, wing-assisted hop.

"Woah!" David said, drawing Samantha's attention towards the guy. He was dressed up as the strangest bird she'd ever seen; an enormous raptor with a beard of black feathers that streaked down his long, slender beak. His feathers were vivid; a yellow-buff body tinged with rusty red that grew thick around his neck and the back of his head. The big-bodied bird's wings were black but pattered with streaks of gray-white.

"Wow." Samantha said, trying to figure out what she was looking at.

"What!?!" the bird squawked, unfurling his wing-arms and pushing himself back against the couch as the sudden and unexpected attention alarmed him. "I'm a lammergeier!"

"A-what-a-gator?" David said, bursting out laughing.

"Lammergeier?" the man dressed as one said, bobbing his head lower in a curiously birdlike fashion.

"Hey, leave him alone! Don't be such a racist, David!" Tristian said to his lover, grabbing David's shoulder and throttling him back and forth playfully.

"You mean speciest, and I'm not, I just wanted to hear what he said again, 'cause I didn't hear it the first time!" David said, grabbing onto Tristian and then pushing forward to try and pin him to the couch. "And it's a funny word! I mean, come on!"

"Yeah okay sure I guess. I'm confused..." the Lammergeier next to them mumbled, before a falcon passed the bird a bong. "Oh. oh!" the vulture said, taking the oversized pipe into hand. Samantha stared at him while Tristian and David play-fought, and wondered what it would feel like to bury her face in the lammergeier's big, soft, cream-feathered breast. Rosalyn rolled her eyes at both her and the boys.

"So are you feeling alright?" Crowe asked Samantha, his beak suddenly looming near her shoulder.

Beak. Crowe had a big long beak. Samantha thought of it like a bird mouth-horn. It fascinated her. Samantha couldn't help but stare at it and wonder what material it was made out of, how it felt...

Samantha blinked, and then looked at Crowe. Her eyes kept drifting lower, towards the beak that was right in front of her nose. Crowe looked at her like he expected her to say something.

"What is that made out of?" she asked, words trailing off as she stared at his beak again.

"What?" the crow said, cocking his head in confusion as he unsuccessfully tried to follow her eyes.

"Beak. Your beak..." Samantha said. Crowe slowly began to open his beak to speak, but as he did Samantha grabbed hold of it. It was smooth and solid to the touch; warm but only barely. Crowe's eyes widened a bit and he turned his head to look her in the eyes, but he mumbled something and didn't speak. Couldn't speak? What kind of mask did that?

Wait...

"He wears no mask..." Samantha repeated. She couldn't remember where she'd heard or read the phrase before, but it struck her like a bolt of lightning. "He wears no mask!" she exclaimed, letting go of the bird's beak.

"Hey!" Crowe said, turning towards her slowly. He laughed, and then said, "So what?"

"I don't get it." David said.

"I get it!" Tristian exclaimed, giggling. "Haven't you heard the word?"

"They're birds! They're actually birds!" Samantha exclaimed. She frowned, bit her lip and wondered why she didn't feel more surprised or scared by the realization.

"It was my understanding, that everyone had heard..." Tristian continued, giggling along with the lammergeier next to him.

"What, really?" Rosalyn said. "What do you mean, real- oh, thank you..." she said, as a hawk behind her handed her a bong and a lighter.

"I mean, they're literally actually really birds. At least, this one is..." Samantha said, moving to touch Crowe's beak again.

"Awk, hey there grabby!" Crowe said, pulling his head backwards and tilting his beak up. He scowled at her. "Yeah, well, we're birds!" the crow said indignantly, "And they were kind enough to let you into our secret lair *and* pack bowls for you, caw!"

"Why do you say 'they'?" David asked, confused.

"They- other birds- raptors! I usually don't hang out with raptors! I'm a crow." Crowe replied. "We owed the raptors a couple hundred bucks for rent. I said I had weed and could find humans, and then Markus was like sure come over after six..."

"Oh, right, that makes sense," David said, bursting into laughter.

"Yeah. Anyway! Raptors can be, like, intense, man," Crowe said.

"Intense? In what way?" a golden eagle continued near Samantha, taking a slow draw from a long stemmed pipe. Samantha felt awed by the mighty eagle, and stared into his enormous amber-ringed eyes. The eagle blew white smoke from his nares as he turned to look at her, his hooked beak tilted to look almost like a sinister smile. "We're very relaxed tonight. Chill with us." he said, offering Samantha his pipe.

Samantha took it from the bird's claws almost without thought, slowly bringing it to her lips as the raptor flicked his lighter and touched it to the bowl for her. She sucked in the unfiltered smoke and began to cough almost immediately. Coughing, strangely enough, made her feel like she was getting higher and higher, until Samantha finally cleared her lungs of the potent smoke. By then, her skin felt like it was crawling with warm electricity, her mind was floating and flitting from one thought to another like a butterfly and she'd completely forgotten what she was going to ask the eagle smiling at her.

"So you're all birds, huh? That's crazy!" David said, laughing and seemingly unperturbed.

"It's awesome!" Tristian followed, giggling.

"Crawsome! Craw!" Crowe said, pantomiming claw-snaps with his winged hands, which made Rosalyn laugh too.

Samantha couldn't help herself, and laughed along with them as the crow re-folded his wings and settled back down on the couch. The birds were so silly and nice that the worries and questions she might have had never really formed. Samantha sank deeper into the soft couch underneath her, enjoying the pleasant haze of intoxicated absentmindedness and the friendly bantering in the small, bird-filled apartment. She didn't even pay much mind as the birds began to join them on the couches, sitting closer to her and her friends.

Crowe shared peanut M&M's with her. Their rich, chocolate taste was divine.

As the evening dragged on, Samantha half-noticed that David was still on top of his boyfriend, but the two young males weren't even playfully fighting anymore. The lovers were grinding against each other and not paying much mind to the rest of the world, as a small group of hawks and vultures congregated around them. An osprey and a peregrine falcon sat down on the couch with Rosalyn between them and began to talk to her, while the big eagle who had offered her his pipe joined Samantha and Crowe where they sat.

Samantha wasn't quite sure how it started or who started it, but after some time she realized that she was leaning against the eagle and Crowe was leaning against her. The birds' feathers were strange to the touch; stiff and silky-soft at the same time. They felt nice when they brushed against her tingly, sensitive skin, and Samantha found herself slowly sliding closer to the eagle's chest. The bird laid back slightly and wrapped his massive dark-brown wings around her front, swathing Samantha in a blanket of warm feathers. It felt amazing to be held by the eagle's powerful wings, strong enough to hold her tight even though they were so light she could barely feel their weight.

"Mmmm... you birds give good hugs..." Samantha said, relaxing into the golden eagle's wings. His breast was just as soft and warm as she'd hoped.

"The best," the eagle whistled, resting his talons against the bottom of her dress, grabbing onto big hunks of scrunched-up fabric. "And you were quite beside yourself earlier. Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah. Honestly, it's just that I don't smoke pot with birds very often," Samantha said, snuggling up against the bird's firm, strong, feathered breast. "I'm more used to having wine with my roommate's cats..."

The golden-feathered bird laughed and hugged her just a little bit tighter, and then arched his head up against her shoulder. "Well... you know what would be even more fun?"

"What?" Samantha asked, shivering powerfully as she felt the raptor's long, powerful beak rub against the strap of her dress and then the bare flesh of her neck. It wasn't as warm as the rest of him, but the hot breath that left his nares tickled her skin and made her giggle.

"If you became a bird, too. Like us..." Crowe said, walking over her legs and then sitting down atop them.

"What?" Samantha said, confused by the question. She looked at the crow sitting on her with a coy smile that tried to match the one his beak appeared to be set in. "What do you mean, become a bird?"

"Being a bird is a much better way to alter your mind than drugs..." a red-tailed hawk said from behind her, sliding his sleek form over the back of the couch, leaning over it and near her. "You see the world in a different way when you're high... above it."

"Ha ha..." Samantha sarcastically barked, closing her eyes and laughing as the eagle holding her rubbed his beak against her cheek. The red-tail was so ridiculous she couldn't help but laugh. Surely they had to be joking with her; even in her happily-altered mental state the idea of becoming a bird seemed ridiculousness itself.

"Do you really like being a human so much you won't join us?" the golden eagle said, squeezing his wings around her midsection. Samantha shivered, leaning back into the huge raptor's grasp.

"It isn't that I like being a human so much," Samantha said, slowly managing to formulate a coherent reply. "It's that I don't know why I'd want-"

"A strong set of wings, a loving flock to call your own and a beautiful coat of warm feathers?" the eagle chirped into her ear, before licking the tip. "But no matter. It will only happen if you let it."

Samantha shivered in pleasure again, and bit her lip. It was hard to get in a word edgewise, but it didn't bother her much. It felt nice just to be touched. She smiled, snuggling closer to the eagle.

"Oh, I don't know... maybe?" Samantha said, just then noticing that Crowe was working her shoes off her feet. Before she could ask him what he was doing, the nimble corvid had unstrapped the ruby slippers (an artifact of her pre-Glenda Dorothy days that still matched the outfit well enough). Before she could tell him to stop, he had grasped hold of her feet with his exceedingly dexterous gray-black bird feet. Crowe began to squeeze and rub her feet with his big, scaly toes, rhythmically working her sore feet over.

"Oh woooooow..." Samantha moaned, sinking deeper into the eagle's embrace as her feet were given a strange but wonderful avian massage. It was only then that she noticed that Rosalyn was getting similar treatment, from the falcon that had been sitting with her.

"Yeah... mmm, you keep doing that and you two can do whatever you want, mmm...." Rosalyn said, stretching out against the couch under her to give the falcon's feet better access to her own. "Oh my god that feels so gooooood..." Rosalyn moaned, as the bird massaging her heels seemed to find a tender spot. The osprey perched atop her couch leaned over and began to lick her exposed neck, while his hands slid underneath her black robe to touch her elsewhere. Samantha watched her roommate kiss the osprey back on his beak, and laughed when the gesture seemed to confuse the fish-hawk. A few seconds later, the bird beaked Rosalyn across her cheeks, which made the human female blink in surprise before trying to reciprocate awkwardly with her soft, fleshy nose.

Samantha sighed deeply in contentment. It so felt nice just to relax and watch Rosalyn enjoy herself, while having her own feet squeezed between strong bird toes. Dorothy's ruby slippers weren't exactly built for comfort. But Samantha felt something past the pleasure of the avian massage; a dull, throbbing feeling that emanated from the bones in her feet, radiating out through her muscles and down into her toes. Not sure what to make of the strange feeling, Samantha flexed her toes out and simply enjoyed i. Her roommate seemed to be doing much the same thing, though she wasn't entirely sure. Little things kept distracting her, like the tickle of feathers on her bare skin, or the feeling of her feet being squeezed in a new place or a new way by Crowe. It took Samantha some time to notice that Rosalyn's feet seemed to be different, her toes too long and spread too far apart...

"Rose... Rosey..." Samantha mumbled, trying to get Rosalyn's attention. "Look. Your feet..." she said, when she did.

"Look at yours..." was Rosalyn's reply, followed by a burst of giggles.

Samantha looked down and stared at her feet as Crowe pleasured them. They did look strange! She could feel that underneath the squeezing and rubbing of the crow's toes around her own she felt like her toes were stuck together in odd ways. A gentle throbbing feeling spread out wherever Crowe rubbed her, spreading up her ankles and through her changing feet. Her little, middle and big toes were getting longer and stronger, while the digits in between were shrinking and sticking into their neighbors. The sticky flesh felt strange, but not *nearly* as strange as the sensation of a new toe growing from the back of her changing foot...

"You know what I was just thinking?" Rosalyn said.

"What?" Samantha replied.

"This is just like 'Thriller', except with birds." Rosalyn said, giggling.

Samantha didn't understand what her roommate was getting at. "What! What?" she said, laughing. "I think it's more like 'The Birds', with birds!"

"Caw, awww... are we really that scary?" Crowe said. He lowered his beak and laughed raucously, but continued to rub Samantha's feet... which were increasingly like his, strong and birdlike.

The realization that she was almost certainly turning into a bird did little to upset her high. It felt empowering and strangely sensual to feel her bones stretch and grow under the crow's affectionate squeezing. Her skin thickened and tensed, starting to harden into scales. Crowe's feet squeezed hers harder as they grew stronger and more birdlike, until Samantha found herself eagerly, if awkwardly, squeezing him back with hers. Samantha stared at her roommate's changing feet instead of her own, feeling overstimulated by the growth and change that came with the transformation. The toe on the back of her foot felt particularly strange, as it went from being a tiny, wiggling nub to a full-sized toeclaw like the rest of her digits.

Samantha couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her feet and legs changing as they were squeezed expertly by the crowbird. He held back less and less of his strength as her feet grew larger and their skin thicker, scaly. Samantha kept her toes relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the avian foot massage even more as her feet grew into proper birdy ones. She wondered why it was such a *good* thing to be a bird, and couldn't get any further than the feeling she felt right then. It felt good to change.

Samantha's eyes wandered as she luxuriated in the embrace of eagle and crow both, feet still growing and changing. Across from her, David and Tristian were holding each other tight and kissing passionately as the group of hawks and vultures around them egged them on and pulled off their clothes. She watched them, and noticed that they weren't changing the same way she and Rosalyn were. Instead of developing raptor feet, David and Tristian appeared to be sprouting feathers. David's feathers were snowy white, billowing out of the collar of his robe. She only saw Tristian's feathers after a red-tailed hawk tore his shoes away with its beak, revealing the tawny down growing around his ankles. The lammergeier and a pair of bald-headed vultures pulled the rest of their shoes and socks off with their beaks.

What brought her awareness back to her own changes was the sharp prick of talons growing out of her toes like a series of needle pricks in reverse. Samantha looked around the room and then slowly back down to her altered feet, squeezing her feet against Crowe's and feeling her new strength. The crow returned her squeeze with a friendly one back, and then began rubbing his feet against her big, strong, scaly toes.

Samantha started to squeeze Crowe's feet again, but stopped when the crow flapped his winged arms and cawed in alarm."Aaaaa- gentle gentle gentle..!" he cried, pulling his feet away from Samantha as she released him.

"Sorry, sorry! I-" she sputtered, before the crow pushed a black wing against her lips and hushed her.

"Don't worry, mmm, just be careful with those." Crowe said, hopping onto her legs. "Soarbirds have the strongest talons."

"Sorebird?" Samanatha repeated, confused. "What?"

"Crowe means to-soar, I am sure," the eagle says, laughing. "As in, to fly upon the air without flapping your wings. Which you will surely do soon enough, like us. It looks like you all made your choice." the golden bird hugging her cooed, his sweet voice whistling into her ear.

"Mmm... yeah, I suppose so..." Samantha said, smiling and flexing her taloned feet as the eagle behind her unfurled his wings and began to un-do the buttons in the back of her dress with his talons. She couldn't remember saying yes, but certainly didn't feel like saying no. Which wasn't quite the same thing, but...

Suddenly, the feeling of feathers sprouting out around her ankles drew Samantha's attention there. The feeling of hundreds, thousands of little prickles tickled her as brown downfeathers grew out around her scaly ankles. First little tufts of brown, and then patches, and then whole sections of her leg became feathery. The feathers continued growing higher and higher up her legs as she watched, the feeling of faint tickles quickly supplanted by the tension and release of quill-shafts growing through her skin as her first real feathers sprouted. Samantha sucked in air through her teeth as the bizarrely ticklish feeling made her shiver. And she could already sense the faint tickles almost everywhere else on her body as her skin *changed* and *tightened*. Samantha felt many, many more feathers growing under her hide literally *everywhere* on her body save her mouth...

It was really all she could do just to keep calm and ride out the overstimulating feeling of feather growth. For a time, Samantha squeezed her eyes shut and didn't- couldn't- think or care about anything else. The birds around her gave her some space, but only until her ankle feathers finished growing. When they did, Samantha felt Crowe's slender beak and a hawk's hooked one start to preen the new feathers into place. The grooming itself felt nice in a way Samantha had never felt before, and her feathers felt so much more comfortable once they were all straightened into place. Feathers grew up her legs and chest, and then around her sides and back, attended to by more avian beaks. The feeling of being preened was one of cleanliness, loveliness, rightness... but it was so unfamiliar Samantha began to shiver, her feelings and emotions confused. She opened her eyes to see what was happening to her, and felt a wrenching sense of vertigo.

Samantha panted heavily as she looked at herself again. She had been left wearing nothing but her bra and panties, brown feathers bunched up inside them. The reality of her changed body hit her like a cold chill, but the hawk, crow and eagle around her continued to happily preen her growing coat of feathers.

"Such a pretty bird..." the red-tail squawked, drawing the hook of his beak against the strap of her bra and snapping it. Samantha felt no sense of shame or even nakedness as he did, only relief. The bra had caused a lot of her breastfeathers to bunch up in awkward patches as they grew.

"A pretty raptorbird, indeed." Crowe said, leaning down and starting to preen the errant feathers.

"An eagle?" the red-tail said, a question.

The golden eagle near him nodded, and then turned towards Samantha. "Yes. I think," he said.

"An eagle..." Samantha repeated, thinking it over for but a moment before being rocked by a shiver of delight. She wondered if the feverish feeling building in her body meant the changes were starting to accelerate. Samantha still felt so very confused, but the other birds were gradually starting to make more sense to her. "I'm an eagle?"

"A hawk..?" Rosalyn asked herself, drawing Samantha's attention over. Like her, Rosalyn had a full-grown set of talons- though they were a good bit smaller than her own. Rosalyn's breastfeathers were white with brown stripes, just now being preened into place by the birds attending her. But what most caught Samantha's eye was the fan of tailfeathers sprouting from the base of her roommate's tailbone. They were a very distinct shade of sun-touched red, broken near the end by a black band and tipped with pale white. It was a magnificent tail, but Samantha knew she'd feel self-conscious if hers grew to be that ostentatious.

"Aww. Pretty, pretty red-tail..." Samantha said to Rosalyn, drawing a fierce blush from her roommate. Samantha felt an odd desire to help Rosalyn preen her tail, but wasn't exactly sure how she'd even go about it. Thoughts about the right way for feathers to go kept pressing into her muddled thoughts. Her innards felt like they were shifting around inside her in odd ways, adding to the alien sensation of being *between* selves.

Rosalyn rolled over onto her belly on the couch next to Samantha, fanning her tailfeathers up and down as they grew from her backside. She hugged the cushion beneath her while feathers spread across her back and up her arms. Samantha was surprised by how quickly Rosalyn seemed to be changing, her mouth stiffening and growing a hooked beak while her feathers spread up around her face. Rosalyn shivered and seemed to stiffen helplessly, her arms twitching visibly as long feather-shafts pushed out from her downy arms. She raised her head up further than she should have been able to, beak agape in something like shock as her arms turned into wings.

Samantha giggled at the surprised red-tail as her backside tingled and her own tailbone grew outward into a stubby tail, joined by the prickly growth of feathers from the new appendage. She was feeling hotter and hotter now, the tail growth seeming to trigger a chain reaction inside her gut.

Samantha felt like she had phantom limb syndrome in reverse, as she grew to possess a tail she couldn't quite feel or control. But slowly she felt the tail, numb and tingly and distant but unmistakably there, along with the long and growing tailfeathers that sprouted from it. They were not at all like the soft, warm down that covered her body like a shag carpet; these feathers were stiff and well-reinforced, easy to splay together or apart with her tailmuscles. Samantha flexed her rudder-feathers as they grew, rather enjoying the way it seemed to soothe the cramping, tingly feeling in the new appendage. It felt so nice to flex and squeeze muscles that had never been used before, and feel her long tailfeathers move just *so*. Downfeathers swept up her crotch and belly as she played with her tail, which was so fun that Samantha did so until a tickle of warm, twisting pleasure in her sex distracted her.

Without really thinking about it, Samantha began to rub the edges of her feathered femsex. Her slit was ferociously wet already, and kept throbbing with pleasure as she changed. Samantha felt her sex *hardening* underneath the thick downfeathers that covered her bare crotch, becoming more muscular and *deeper*, somehow. She couldn't quite tell what was going on inside her body, but enjoyed the sensation. The feeling of her sex *clenching* and *growing* joined the feelings of feather-shafts growing from her hide, and her mouth twisting and hardening into a beak, and her eyes *widening* and *sharpening*-

-and then her arms grew stiff, and heavy, and sagged against the couch, and long quill-shafts grew through the widening pores of her hide as she grew her wings, and Samantha knew why Rosalyn looked so shangri-la-ti-da out of it, because it really was too much. She laid there and felt herself grow her wings and feathers and beak, warmth radiating from her chest like a furnace as her heart beat faster and faster.

The growing keel of her breastbone absorbed her breasts. The strange feeling made Samantha giggle, as did the fact she ever had something so silly as *breasts*. She felt so much sleeker and prettier with a smooth chest covered in feathers. It really was better to be a bird.

Samantha felt like a giant gravitic hand was squeezing her against the soft couch, and wondered why that was. Any thought of doing anything more than simply laying there and having her feathers preened slipped from her mind like warm sand between her talons. She only realized that she was holding her changing femsex with both hands when the golden eagle pulled them away from her crotch.

The eagle tilted his beak as if to suggest a smile as he pulled her hands back, folding her growing wings in the process. "There's no need to worry. It is completely normal for a bird like you to have a cloaca," the eagle said, rolling her around playfully with his strong wings. "We all have one..."

"We do?" Samantha asked, feeling terribly confused. She felt like she knew the answer already, or at least that she used to know it. Should have known it.

"Yes, we do. It's very simple..." the eagle said, pulling her panties down one leg and then the other with his talons. He curled two of his big scaled raptor toes around the edges of her growing sex, squeezing through the coating of soft feathers that covered it. "Just one hole, that's all a bird needs..." Samantha moaned as the powerful raptor curled his middle toe down right over her femsex, which was feeling wider and more muscular already. The eagle continued teasing her sex with that one dexterous digit while keeping the lips of her womanhood spread with the others. "All you need to squirt your seed and lay your eggs..."

Confused but ensorcelled, Samantha moaned and laid back into the eagle's embrace, feeling sensual and craving more of the raptor's touch. She tensed and curled her taloned toes into tight balls as the eagle's toe pushed deeper into her sex. As the eagle's talon slid in and out of her developing cloaca, Samantha felt the odd sensation of her tailhole and femsex squeezing closer together. Her insides roiled and buckled, tingly butterflies running through her stomach, and then through her vagina and tailpassage.

Samantha burlbed an aimless stream of increasingly-shrill, birdlike whistles through her beak as she felt her new cloaca form from the inside out while she was still being fingered by the golden eagle's dexterous toe. The sensitive inner flesh of her feminine sex felt hot and stretched tight as it met the wet warmth of her tailhole. The muscular walls of her new vent puckered and tensed tight around the eagle toe buried in it as her new vent widened. The eagle slid a second toe into her warm, dripping sex and then a third, using his other foot to hold her left leg up and keep her legs properly spread.

It was too much, far too much.

Samantha felt confused by the building sensation of *fullness* in her cloaca. It felt like she needed to cum and pee at the same time, and each spasm of pleasure made the feeling get stronger. But as confused as she was, Samantha continued to rock back and forth against the eagle's foot, loving the way he penetrated her feathered folds with his rough, scaly toedigits. Samantha rode the eagle's toes in a state of intensely self-aware sexual bliss. Crowe and that cute red-tailed hawk were happily watching her get toe-fucked, lifting their tailfeathers and stroking their cloacas with their short, clawed hands... and Samantha curled her tailfeathers away, wanting to give them a better show.

The talonfucking made her cloaca hot and wet and tight with pleasure; Samantha moaned, and the golden eagle took it as a sign. Three of the eagles toes pushed deeper into her cloaca than they'd gone before, and then kept thrusting in and out just as hard in a steady, unrelenting drive. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Samantha moaned, feeling a strange, ticklish eruption of a climax start to build inside her cloaca...

The last thing Samantha saw before she came was what had happened to her other friends. She'd almost forgotten about David and his boyfriend. The males were covered in feathers from their breasts and bellies down to their scaly feet. David's feathers were a shade of ivory white that reminded Samantha of a seabird, while Tristian was clad almost entirely in tawny feathers. They were half watching her, and half stroking their crotches. The male birds had smooth, rounded bulges where their penises used to be, wet mounds of cockflesh being slowly stretched towards their tailholes on their way to proper birdy cloacas...

What caught Samantha's eyes was that she could see each of her old friends faces changing into pretty new avian shapes right before her eyes, the changes spurred on because each of her friends was having their faces rubbed by a bird's musky tailvent. Several vultures took turns between them rubbing David's beaked, featherless face with their cloacas. Most of them were turkey vultures with bald, fleshy faces, but the bearded lammergeier was there too, his huge tailvent big enough to cover most of David's yellow, leathery face. Next to him, Tristian was slowly kissing the vent of a black hawk, slick trails of birdy pre dripping down his still-human lips..

"Cum for me, birdie..." the golden eagle said, curling his toes deep into Samantha's vent.

Samantha came powerfully, legs as her cloaca squeezed and *squirted* powerful jets of her eagle seed from inside her sex. Blinking and warbling in pleasure, the eagle realized that she wasn't really a she anymore. She was cumming like a malebird, cumming her seed all over the golden eagle's sexy talons and it felt wonderful. Samantha cried out and shook in pleasure, rocking back and forth as the other eagle's toes continued to pump into her wet cloaca. Samantha's sticky eagle-seed gushed all over the raptor's foot, the rest spraying onto her own tailfeathers and splattering onto the couch.

Shocked at what she'd just done, Samantha slowly touched her avian vent as the of her maleseed leaked from her cloaca, marveling at how much big and sensitive her tailvent was. The slightest touch of her feathered hole was all it took to make her cloaca explode with throbbing waves of pleasure, pleasure that brought her an almost irresistible need for more stimulation, more release. She wanted to cum like that again! The sensations made her feel like she was going mad, which was so close to the truth that it hurt, but only a little. She felt so powerful, so sexy as an eagle that other things didn't really matter. Like being human.

Or being a girl. Yeah, Samantha thought, grinning. Why shouldn't she be a guy? Why should he be a him? Sam stretched out his wings and looked down at his sticky, messy cloaca, feeling pretty proud of *his* avian sex, just as much as his talons, and beak, and wings, and feathers. The heat was incredible! So much heat. Heat that spread like fire through the inside of his crotch, his cloaca... heat that slowly tingling up into his lower belly...

Groaning, Samantha slowly realized that he'd had the couch cushions underfoot in a death-grip with his talons the whole time the golden eagle had been toeing him. "Woah nelly..." Sam mumbled, shivering and shaking his head as he tried to catch his breath. His heart felt like it was beating twice as hard as it should be.

"Good boy..." the golden eagle cooed, slowly withdrawing his toes from Samantha's cloaca and then dragging them up the new male's belly, finally curling them against Samantha's beak. The incense burning in the apartment couldn't mask the scent of male raptor-musk when it was right against his nostril holes. He tried to pull his beak away, but that only made the golden eagle grab ahold of his whole beak with his powerful toes, squishing what felt like an awful lot of Samantha's still-warm cum against his own beak. "Good birdsluts like cum," the golden eagle growled.

"Oh my-you raptors! You raptors and your mean little games! You should chill with the new guy!" Crowe protested.

"Chill?" the eagle repeated. Samantha saw his tailfan flex from his vantage point between the bird's legs. "I'm totally chill. We're just playing, after all. Do you like to play, raptorbird?" the golden eagle said, uncurling his wet talons from Samantha's beak.

It was a good question. It was an easy question. "Oh yes," Samantha cawed, watching the golden eagle flex his massively strong toes and wickedly sharp talons right in front of his eyes. He blinked in a fashion he wasn't familiar with and stared at the toeclaws, adoring them and feeling grateful he could reward the golden eagle with some attention there. Samantha bobbed his flexible neck forward and began to beak and bite and lick the raptor's scaly toes, nibbling along the strong, scaly digits all the way down to the tips of the eagle's talons.

"Oh, I see, I get it, well then..." Crowe said, mostly to himself. "Are you sure, Drake?"

Samantha was focused on the earthy-tasting toes in his beak, and couldn't really pay attention to the other birds talking. The sharp edges of his beak scraped against the golden eagle's talons as the eagle- apparently named Drake- withdrew them, chuckling and rubbing them smoothside against Sam's feathered face. "You're the guest. Be my guest, Crowe, and show this birdie how to use his vent." the great raptor said, squeezing Samantha's beak and giving it a gentle, teasing shake with his foot. "But you're going to do it our way, so make sure he gets a good beakful."

"Yay!" Crowe exclaimed, hopping over and shooing the much bigger bird away with one of his wings. He tucked them back as he spun to face Samantha, his head twitching up and down as he examined Sam's freshly grown feathers. "Mmm, mmm, I never get a chance to play with eagles!"

"You don't? You should come by our place more often, crowbird," the golden eagle said. "Well... more likely we'd be playing with you..."

Crowe ignored him, instead slowly bobbing his head down until he was beak-to-beak with the other bird. Sam stared at the long-beaked crow from over his own hooked beak, staring right back into his eyes. "Mmm, awwwww, I'm glad you followed me to the party. You turned out to be a very regal eagle~" the crow said, gently hopping up onto Samantha's chest. "~and your friends look nice in feathers, too."

"Very nice indeed. But there are things you should know about being a malebird..." the golden eagle continued.

The red-tail chimed in next, sneaking up around Samantha and hugging the bigger eagle with his wings. "Heh, steppe one for you is getting familiar with what's between your legs."

"Oh?" Sam chirped, tucking his wings in and feeling his rear. His vent was still wet and sticky with his own cum, and there were so many things strange about that feeling that the new burd boy didn't know quite what to do about it.

"Yes." Drake said. "You see, mammals are silly for having a big-"

"-willy wang-" Crowe interrupted.

"-penis, bobbing between their legs." Drake continued, scowling at the crow. "All you really need is a cloaca. Your crow friend will show you."

Samantha didn't quite understand what the birds were getting at, but he liked the look Crowe was giving him. The corvid had turned around, and was splaying his tailfeathers out as he backed his rump closer to Sam's beak.

"Get a good look at my vent, eaglebird..." Crowe said, perking up his tailfan and turning his head backwards to meet Sam's eyes.

Samantha put his clawed hands on the bird's feathered rear, the ones just underneath his long, spry tailfeathers. The flesh there felt warmer, and a little bit moist; he could feel lots of soft down around the crow's vent. Crowe gave a low, pleasured growl and slid his rear closer to Sam's face. He could smell the rich, wet scent of the bird's musk in the air., but still couldn't make out much underneath the dark, silky coating of feathers that padded the bird's rear end. It took Samantha some careful examination with his hands to find the faint hint of pinkish flesh underneath the black feathers covering Crowe's cloaca.

"What is-" Samantha began to say, but found his words suddenly cut off as the crow shoved his tailvent right up against his open beak! Crow-pre squirted onto Sam's tongue as he found his beak full of crow-cloaca. Underneath the bird's downy ventfeathers, Sam could feel the slick, winking lips of the corvid's malevent. The taste was bitter and musky, much like the pungent smell. Samantha shuddered in shock and tried to pull away to freedom and fresh air, but found the crow simply giggled and adjusted himself on his knees, pressing his sex right into Sam's face to matter how he twisted.

"When we want to have sex, we kiss each other with our cloacas..." Crowe said again, pulling his rear away and flicking his tailfeathers down against Samatha's head. "It's really just that simple. Kiss and cum, cum and kiss..."

Samantha looked up at the corvid's rear again, rubbing his wet beak then his head as the crow's tailfeathers swatted him in the face. "Heh, I like your crowaca..." he said, giggling and then pressing forward to lick the crow's tasty, musky juices with his tongue. He lick the rim of his vent nice and hard hard, and then carefully twisted his beak to kiss Crowe's vent.

"Hahaha! A-ahhh... awwww, yeah..!" Crowe laughed in pleasure. Crowe's sex tensed and winked open in pleasure, giving Samantha ample opportunity to shove his tongue in deep. Bitterly-savory corvid precum bathed his tongue and the inside of his beak as the crow cawed and moaned louder. Samantha spread his wings apart to balance himself as hecontinued to kiss and lick the crow's vent, his beak buried as deep into the hot, winking maleflesh as he could push it. Sam felt the slick inner flesh of the other bird's tailvent squeeze and suck against his tongue as his beak explored deep into the other male's vent. It felt so strange to be kissing a hole that kissed back as much as the bird's sex, even stranger to know that was how malebirds shared their seed. It turned him on so much; Sam's own cloaca was squeezing and dripping eagle musk into his own ventfeathers...

Crowe continued to roll and flex and grind his rump against Sam's face, but Samantha didn't need much encouragement to pleasure the bird's cloaca with his beak. Crow musk covered Sam's beak and the feathers around his face in a gooey film, and the crow's cloaca was constantly oozing more bird-pre as it squeezed against his tongue firm and strong. Samantha felt Crowe's talons clench around his own feathered legs, felt his cloaca squeeze out against her beak, and then felt his whole body *shudder* as he clung to Sam...

The crow spasmed and pressed his under-tail against Samantha's face, completely covering his beak. Samatha continued kissing Crowe's hot, squeezing cloaca deep with his tongue as he felt another spasm rock the crow perched on his knees. Suddenly, the crow's vent squeezed down hard and shot a powerful gush of birdseed right into Sam's beak, followed rapidly by more energetic spurts. Samantha was stunned to feel his beak and maw fill up with bitter, musky crowcum, and panicked slightly when he realized he couldn't swallow it without tilting his head up.

Unable to swallow, crow-cum backed up in his maw and sprayed out of his beak as he kept licking and beaking Crowe's vent. Hot, sticky wads of crowseed drooled out onto Sam's belly from her glistening beak and splattered on the warm fabric of the couch underneath them.

Samantha felt hot and dirty and sexy with crowseed dripping through his feathered face, his own malevent feeling needy. Crowe staggered off him with unsteady flaps from his wings, landing and wobbling onto a nearby loveseat to preen his tailfeathers back into place. The crow winked at Sam, while Drake the golden eagle suddenly hopped onto his couch and pressed his intimidating bulk forward.

"My turn," the raptor growled, a look of feral lust in his amber eyes that Sam instantly recognized and shared. Samantha tried to sit up using his wings and feet, but before he could Drake hopped forward and pinned him against the couch using his huge talons.

They were facing beak-to-beak, and even though the golden eagle was only a bit more bird than Sam himself the lock-grip of his talons felt impossibly strong. Sam moaned, licking crow seed from the edges of his hooked beak as the other eagle forcefully spread his legs and shoved him forward, exposing his wet, winking cloaca.

The sight of his own naked sex made Sam shiver. He felt the full and tingly feeling within his maleparts that he now recognized as the desire to cum as Drake lowered his rear towards Sam's vent, flagging his tailfeathers higher as he neared. Sam locked eyes with the eagle's piercing, predatory eyes, and panted for breath as he felt the heat of the other raptor's cloaca near his tailsex. Samantha's beak gaped open, just in time for the eagle's beak to press against his. They kissed like humans would, which felt silly to Sam but comforting nonetheless. Sam pressed his tongue against Drake's carefully, mindful of how sharp their beaks were.

Sam felt Drake slide further forward, spreading his legs wider. The hot, feathered vent of the golden eagle's sex was no longer just resting against his own cloaca but pushing against it, driving into it. Sam shivered as his cloaca winked open, and then barked in surprise as he felt the slick inner flesh of the eagle's cloaca wink against his own tailhole.

The huge golden-feathered eagle mounted him slowly, readjusting his perch on the couch so that his mighty talons could get a solid grip on the couch underfoot. Samantha heard the metal creak ominously as the raptor locked his talons into place, and then felt Drake's warm, wet vent wink and kiss against his own sensitive cloaca tighter, at a better angle. Strangely enough, as their cloacal kiss deepened it felt like their vents were suctioning together, the feeling only broken by the squish of precum from their tailholes and the friction of their wet downfeathers. The wet, smacking sound of their cloacal kissing certainly caught Samantha's attention, and made her aware that they weren't the only ones in the apartment making that sultry, sloppy sound.

Sam turned to where he heard the lewd kissing sound and saw Tristian- now a blonde-feathered eagle- bent over the couch he'd been sitting on with his tailfeathers in the air and his tailhole dominated by a harris hawk. Tristian panted rapidly, his folded wings shivering as he was mercilessly humped by the aggressive hawk. Even when the harris hawk's mate began to hump Tristian's face he looked like he was enjoying the rough treatment more than not, which gave Sam a shiver of empathetic arousal.

David, on the other hand, looked panicked. The white-feathered vulture was frantically grabbing at the downfeathers covering his sex, his tailfeathers flexing open and closed as he searched for something that wasn't there. He was having trouble doing much else because the lammergeier was pressing its cloaca down over David's face, completely covering his head with it's long, diamond-shaped tail. David flapped his wings and struggled back and forth on the couch until three leering vultures and one very amused looking black hawk held him down, giving the lammergeier free reign to hump and kiss David's bald face with his vent.

Sam couldn't hear exactly what the bearded vulture was saying to David, but it sounded like something about learning to love cloacas. As much as David struggled to free himself from underneath the lammergeier's tailvent, he seemed to be doing little more than arouse the bulky raptor. The lammergeier laughed as he continued to rub his shaggy-feathered rear all over the newly-changed vulture's head, using his tail and legs to trap him in place against the couch and sit down on his beak like it was a pillow. David twisted his beak from side to side, but was unable to keep the huge vulture from burying his face in his tailfeathers and covering him in warm, slick lammergeier pre.

David kept struggling helplessly, his wings and legs held down by four birds while the huge lammergeier kept humping his face, until his head was pulled up and he was held by his beak right in front of the lammergeier's winking tailvent. Whether he'd given up on fighting or found the sight enticing, David held his beak still and slightly agape as the lammergeier backed his ass into his beak once more, kissing his face with it's huge, slick cloaca. The lammergeier's vent was big enough to slip over most of David's head when it winked open at it's widest, each time covering David's bald face with a slimy film of bird musk.

Sam was spellbound by the sight. After a short while, David's cloaca was oozing precum and he was struggling to touch himself, though his wings and feet were all held by different birds and he could do little to stimulate himself. Finally, the bearded vulture's diamond-shaped tail flexed inward, his vent pulsed and throbbed, and a massive fountain of pearly white raptorcum erupted against David's face. David opened his beak wide as the lammergeier's huge tailvent slopped over his face and doused his head in a hot, sticky waterfall of vulture cum. While his head was trapped inside the hot, squelching tunnel of the lammergeier's cumming cloaca, David twisted about against the couch and began to cum himself, a fountain of vulture seed squirting from the hole between his tail and legs and landing on the carpet below him in a series of wet splats.

Sam couldn't see Rosalyn from where he was, but he could hear the red-tail's hoarse, crying screams and the sound of more birds kissing each other's cloacas. Sam wasn't sure, his attention drawn back to his own needs. He felt the sensation of a cloacal orgasm starting to build again as Drake mounted him harder, his tailvent throbbing and winking powerfully with the other raptor's sex as the golden eagle continued to mount him. The urge, the need built stronger by the second. Sam felt the lips of his swollen sex wink wide open, and then felt the Drake clutch him tight...

In a moment of confusing ecstasy, Sam felt their cloacal kiss slowly deepen. Shockingly, it felt as though his cloaca was sucking the other bird's vent into his sex. Sam didn't know how or why it was happening, nor could he resist the reflexive urge to flex his cloaca open and let it happen. After a few tense seconds, Sam felt the golden eagle's innermost flesh evert into his cloaca with a wet pop, leaving him with an incredibly full feeling inside his overstimulated tailvent.

Cawing from the shock of pleasure, Sam tried to pull away and found he couldn't, his cloaca somehow locked open by Drake's. Samantha whimpered as the golden eagle wrapped him up in his massive wings and then drove himself forward, grinding and kissing the smaller eagle's vent with his everted cloaca. Sam groaned, shuddered, hugged himself with his wings and drove his talons into the couch underneath him with all the force he could muster, and in the end it wasn't nearly enough. The warm, slimy-slick eagle cloaca filling him dominated his own avian sex completely, stimulated every inch of his hole. It was a thousand times more intense than just having his cloaca-lips kissed, and he couldn't get away from it. It was far, far too much. It was perfect.

By the time their intimate cloacal kissing reached it's natural apex, Sam was a whimpering wreck of a bird. He screeched in pleasure as he felt the eagle's everted vent throb inside his tailsex, the vent swelling like a fleshy baloon before unleashing a jet of hot raptor cum. Hard tickles of pleasure hit Sam's cloaca as he felt Drake's male essence squirt into the deepest parts of his own vent, filling him up in a way that made the inner parts of his tail tingle and feel strange. Sam came himself as he felt Drake's sticky seed fill his sex, but his own climax felt obstructed- pleasurably so- by the cloaca knotted in his vent. He came hard, vent churning as more eagle cum squished into it unable to escape. Sam bit his beak as his anal vent swelled to bursting with the mix of eagle seed. A sticky heat spread slowly from his stretched vent as Drake continued to hump into him, the lips of the male's mated cloacas slipping just enough that some of their gooey birdseed leaked and spread from his vent.

Sam felt like he was waking up from one dream into another as he came down from his climax. Even though he'd had his release he still felt teasingly filled by the way he was knotted and the warm raptorseed trapped in his sex. It felt good, it felt right, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be tying cloacas together and taking another eagle's seed into his vent. Deep inside his avian sex, he could feel warm tingles continue to wash through the back of his sex, and wondered if he'd just been knocked up by the other raptor. He secretly hoped so.

One by one, each of the other new raptorbirds found themselves receiving similar cloacal kisses, until all four of the former humans had a tailvent full of rich hawk, eagle, vulture and falcon sperm. Sam watched his friends get mounted as he felt his own cloaca swell and his lower belly grow gravid, knowing with intimate certainty that a clutch of eagle eggs were growing inside him. It was a very pleasant thought at the end of a very pleasant night, and Sam felt so safe and relaxed inside the golden eagle's embrace that he simply fell asleep there, sure in the knowledge he would never feel quite so high again.