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RiftVeil: Birds of a Feather have Fun Together (Multi Avian TF)

"How you holding up?," asked the white-haired boy as he gave his girlfriend a hug, the sound of the closing shutters echoing up and down the deep tunnel. "I'm right here with you in this. It'll be fun," he smiled to her as the girl's brown ponytail whipped behind. They each put a hand on the metal wall rail as the platform began its long descent, the walls whooshing past every several feet.

"It's easier for you to say Peter," the 20 year-old girl sighed as her chest heaved in her purple shirt, the 22-year old boy looking over with concern. "You always have that 'thrill' of trying something new, like when you took me skydiving last year. I still have chills from trying it." Shirley gave a shook as she crossed her arms swaying back and forth with discomfort as he held her, leaning his head down to her face.

"But you DID like it when all was said and done," Peter retorted with a grin, causing her to blush. "Sure you were trembling the whole way up on the plane ride. But as soon as those doors opened, you fastened your strap to me and dragged me running with you for the plunge."

Shirley stepped back on the rail as she looked away in embarrassment, the memories returning to her. "I-I just wanted to get it over with, that's all."

Peter chuckled as he stretched out his arms in an airplane motion, the platform more than half-way down the tunnel. "Psh, suuuurrreee you did. So what was that whole smiling, happy screaming, and yelling out 'flying like an eagle' all the way down for? Hmmm," he jested with a smirk, causing her to shove his shoulder with a playful punch. He chuckled as she stood next to him and adjusted shirt with a whipback of her hair, an annoyed pouty face in full display. "Just wait Shirley. If you thought freefalling like a bird was fun, just wait till you get to actually FLY like one," he remarked while putting a hand on her shoulder in comfort. After a few extra minutes of descending the deep crater, the two youths could feel the legs buckle slightly from the braking of the platform as it halted its descent, easing down the last couple of feet.

"WELCOME TO THE RIFTVEIL FACILITY," announced a computerized voice through the nearby speakers. "PLEASE STAND CLEAR OF THE LIFT BAY DOORS AS PROCEDURES CAN CURRENTLY BE UNDERWAY." Peter and Shirley glanced at each other with quirky expressions, staying put along the wall rail as they heard the sound of gears turning. Slowly, the large bolts along the side shutters were pulled out as the doors were pulled horizontally outward. A small cloud of cool steam crept out over the opening as the cool air of the facility emptied into the hotter area of the elevator shaft. The two youths joined hands as they walked forward into the large facility, the shutter doors gradually closing behind them.

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"Good afternoon," mentioned a human scientist as he approached the couple, jotting down a few notes on his clipboard. "You must be...Peter and Shirley, I presume?" The two youths nodded, the anticipation from the boy already plastered on his face while his accomplice kept her skepticism. "Alright, y'all should be checked in now. Mr. Fenris and Dr. Zero will only need a moment of your time to run over the specifics of the procedure before they get under way."

"Didn't we just need to fill out the online questionnaire and check off the procedure there?," asked Peter as the other man nodded, but then held out the chart to explain.

"Take a look at these two areas you filled in," the scientist said pointing the pen to two middle rows, with open-written responses by Peter. "Normally, our client's request of animals or creatures are in the directory already for fast access, so the procedure is just like following the recipe we have. However, for the two descriptions you filled out, these are more...in line with our unusual requests."

"Wait...so that means-" Peter started before Shirley stepped forward.

"It means you won't be able to do the experiment?," she said with a hint of glee in her tone. Peter facepalmed, knowing full well she just wanted an excuse to not do another one of his crazy ideas.

"No, my lady," the scientist corrected, "we can are more than capable of doing the procedure still, Dr. Zero assured me of that. It's just he wanted to take a different approach, or rather Mr. Fenris suggested it, which involves one of the few devices that we have yet to use here."

Both of the two looked at each other. Even Peter, who was more than eager to do the transformation with a friend, was flustered and nervous at the words "yet to use." He gulped as he asked the scientist. "So b-basically you are saying we are gonna be the first people to well...use this device?"

"That's correct," remarked the man as he adjusted his glasses downward. "I trust you are fine with that?"

"Peter maybe we sh-".

"O MAN SWEET!," exclaimed the boy as he nearly jumped out of his pants and shoes. "FIRST TO TRY SOMETHING NO ONE HAS EVER USED?!? MAN THIS JUST GETS BETTER AND BETTER. WHEN DO WE START?" Shirley's jaw hit the floor as her boyfriend paced in place, waiting for the man to reply.

"Hmmph. Right after you talk with Mr. Fenris," he replied. "They should be chatting in Dr. Zero's office at the moment." He extended a gesture as he placed the clipboard to his side. "Please follow me." Staying close behind, the two candidates followed the scientist down the open area past several workbenches and life support pods as other scientists and clients wandered from room to room. Peter was so entranced by the machinery stations that carpeted the main wing, at one point even reaching out to feel one of the stasis tanks before he got a good swat from Shirley.

The scientist knocked on the side door as he peeped into Dr. Zero's office, finding the good doctor and Bolt Fenris having another chat in chairs next to the coffee table. "Dr. Zero, the two applicants for the portal chamber are here to see you."

"Thank you Nigel," I replied to the man with a surprised look as I gestured my free hand, beckoning the couple. "Go ahead and send them in, if you please." Nigel gave a partial bow as he looked behind and motioned to the two youths to enter the lab as he walked back to his work bench. "O ummm...here you can have my seat," I mentioned to Shirley as I got up from the couch by the wall.

"O it's alright Dr. Zero, you don't-" Shirley tried to protest.

"No please, I insist," I retorted while motioning with my free hand to the leather couch. "I actually prefer standing anyways. Need to move around more so I don't get drained today." Shirley gave a shrug as Peter thanked the doctor before diving butt first onto the couch, bouncing up some while Shirley rolled her eyes and gingerly sat next to him. Across the table, Bolt had his silver-furred feet perched on a corner, sipping his coffee with a straw as he smirked at the adorable couple.

"I'm guessing love is in the air between you too," asked the lombax with a cheeky grin, resulting in a cold stare from me as I eyed him down, making him lean back with a stunned "what did I do?" look. "What...can't liven up the party some in here? I'm just making them feel comfortable."

"No...you're just using it as a use to "troll" them," I retorted with a annoyed look as Peter laughed, seeing us two go at it.

"Hah hah, you guys always like this with clients?," Peter asked with a smile.

Almost simultaneously, both Bolt and I pointed at one another as we remarked "It's mostly him!". We gave a good laugh as I moved behind my desk into my rolling chair while Bolt turned on the hologram projector on the table, giving a full display of the client's file.

"So from what we read from your file," Bolt began as he hopped to his feet and paced to the side of the table for another view, "you mentioned wanting to transform into a pair of Garudamon's correct? Good call by the way; easily one of my favs from Digimon." The lombax gave Peter a thumbs up as the boy nodded back. I chuckled from behind my desk as I pulled a Sunkist from my mini fridge and looked on as Bolt continued the presentation. "Now, being a major fan of the series and big into anything tech related, Mag gave me free reign to roll with the procedure. But first, let me give you two a gift." Bolt wandered over to the nearby lab desk, sorting through the drawers as the two lovers looked on. "Here we go," he replied as he walked back to the couch with two small watch heads, each with a synthetic string ran through them like a necklace.

"O wow, are those actual-" Shirley started as she reached forward for one.

"DIGIVICES!," yelled Peter as he bolted from the couch to look them over. "Are these like, ones from the show?!?" He gave it a good look over as the lombax blushed, extending the other out for Shirley to take.

"No, they aren't actual replica's I'm afraid," remarked Bolt as the boy and girl each put theirs on around their neck. "They're just ones I whipped up with old schematics I had. I just made some modifications to them to act like the digivices I remember from the series," he grinned as he reveled in his work. "O and whatever you, don't turn them on yet," the lombax gestured with a finger as he pointed at one. "I'll show you how to use them in a moment when we get to the portal chamber."

"The portal chamber? Where was that?," asked Peter as he tilted his head.

"It's in the West wing of this facility," I chimed in from my desk. "It's where all our advanced research and procedures are done. And since this is a new area we haven't tried, we want to take extreme caution with what we do next. So we're going to be having y'alls procedure in the portal chamber." I waved my good hand over in reassurance as they observed from their seat. "And not to worry about what you heard from Nigel earlier about 'trying out the chamber for the first time.' I took the liberty of doing a trial run on it this morning, and everything checked out."

"So what do you need us to do, Dr. Zero," Shirley asked as I got up from my seat.

"Nothing too major," I smiled as I walked over to the couch. "Follow my colleague's instructions and everything should come out as intended. Now then: is there any other questions you need answers too?"

"Hmmmm, not that I can think of. I'm just ready start, if that's alright with you," remarked Peter with excitement as he looked over at Bolt, giving a nice grin.

"Everything ready to go, Bolt?," I asked as I glanced over to him.

"Yep. I got it from here, Mag," remarked Bolt with a wave of his paw. "Go get some rest so your hand can recover."

I looked over at my bandaged right hand, the blood stained cloth still fresh from last night's accident as the youth's looked over in shock, completely not noticing at first about the injury. "It's nothing folks. Just a scrape from a few days ago, that's all," I said as I tried to wave it off, knowing full well I was lying through my teeth. "You're in good hands (or paws for that matter) with Bolt, I assure you. He knows more about this area than me. I'll see y'all after you finish your procedure." I gave a gentlemanly bow as I grabbed my drink and walked over to my sleeping corridors, leaving Bolt to ask the youths to follow him out as they wandered down the green lit hallway on the side of the office to the West Wing of the facility, their digivices swaying along their necks.

With swipe of his keycard and a quick retinal scan on the side wall, the shutter doors at the end of the hallway slid open, giving a full view to the concealed West Wing. Unlike the bright lit and teal floored lobby of the East Wing they came from, this area was eerily different; only one section on the end was lit up and almost half of the grid sector and rooms to their right were blacked out with little or no power, and several metal parts scattered all over the floor. "This gives me the creeps," shivered Shirley as she held tight onto the white-haired boy's arm, staying close.

"Sorry it's like this at the moment," mentioned the lombax as he turned back to face them, his ears slightly drooped. "This area is still off-limits due to construction for another week or two, so only a few of us under Magnus's watch are allowed back here."

"So is that the portal device?," gestured Peter, pointing to the large metal ring with orange orbs all over it. They walked up the sloped walkway till they stood a few feet from the 12-foot tall structure, a small computer terminal positioned to the side. "Man this is thing is sick," the boy said as he stroked his skin and guided his eyes along each sphere in a circle as the ring connected at the leveled up base.

"I know right," Bolt grinned a toothy smile as he walked over to the terminal and started punching in the data he was given, asking the two youths to stay put for a moment. Now what did Mag mention I needed to do with this," pondered Bolt as he accessed the charge grid on the device and begin uploading the needed program from the thumbdrive I gave him earlier. Bolt was a big tech know-it-all by far, but not even he knew what he was looking at when he saw the device. He'd only seen it twice when Magnus and Jude were constructing it, so really only the good doctor knew how to properly use it. Think he just said to run their file...here, he thought as he clicked the "run program" feature, causing the machine to whirl to life as the orange spheres lit up. Eureka!

Bolt stepped to the side as purple electricity flowed through the tube on the terminal like a snake until it reached the portal platform, emitting a rapid barrage of pulses as the purple energy arc'd in streams from each individual orange sphere every few seconds. The youths stepped back a few paces as the purple energy began to pool into a small orb at the center of the ring, rippling with an unknown force as it drew more energy in and start to expand outward in a sphere. In a matter of moments, the mysterious sphere had stretched to almost the width of the metal ring around it before collapsing in on itself with a suction noise before it stopped. Seconds later, a purple disk like field stretched vertically along the rim of the metal ring as the portal stabilized and fixed itself in place. The three could feel the dark energy pulsing every half a minute in the room as they stared on in silence, until Bolt walked over to tap them out of their trance. "It's all set and ready to go," Bolt barked over the loud humming of the device.

Peter had a mixed look of excitement and nervousness as he looked at the purple void before him, and then turned to face the silver-furred lombax. "So we just go through that thing and the procedure starts?," questioned the boy as Bolt gave a slight shake of his head.

"Yes, you just go through there," replied Bolt as he pointed to their digivices. "Once you get inside, all you need to do is press and hold your finger on the blue screen to power up the watches. They'll do the rest of the work from there." Looking at each other, despite the nerves getting to Shirley, she nodded as she took her boyfriend's arm and they walked forward to the platform, a few feet from the portal. "Once you finish and feel the changes stop, click the side notches on the watch twice to send out a signal so we can pull you back from the plane through the portal. Got it?," shouted Bolt as Peter gave a thumbs up back.

"Understood," he yelled back with a smirk.

Taking his hand, Peter reached forward along with Shirley as their fingers penetrated the edges of the portal void, sending a ripple outward. It felt cold and gooey to the touch, like it was living gelatin as they slowly sunk half of their arm through, feeling a breeze on the other side. With a quick glance at each other, Peter rushed in first as he was swallowed into the void. Shirley slowly began pulling her arm back out with a moment of hesitation, but immediately psyched herself up as she shook her ponytail back and dove head first through the gooey portal to whatever place they were going, leaving Bolt to look on from the terminal as he began to power down the machine and start up the timer on his watch to see how long till they would return.

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The portal receiver's destination was a plane of air, a region high up in the sky with no ground below, leaving only the clouds and partial platforms that levitated ideally in the zone to land on. The light from a nearby sun caressed the area in a gentle glow of radiant energy to mingle with the tranquil sounds of the wind and air currents that flowed all around, changing direction every so often. From up high where the small crack in space where the rift had opened, a cloud had floated by to catch two falling objects that spilled from the hole, cushioning their fall as they bounced a few times on the fluffy cloud of water vapor. Peter had landed on his side from the fall, but he turned to hear a screaming girl's voice from above just a few seconds after he landed. Shirley had dove head first through the gooey portal, a mistake she soon realized as her head sank neck deep into the white pillow.

Peter crawled over with haste, instinctively grabbing her shoulders and giving several upward tugs, despite the muffle yelling and panic he was hearing underneath the layer. It only took a few tries with effort from them both as her head popped out, sending her body tumbling back first onto the cloud and then bouncing back up to topple Peter as she crashed into him. Shirley opened her eyes and immediately blushed at the wide-eyed boy; her ponytail had been seperated as her long brown hair hung over her face and partially on his cheeks, her hands clasped onto his shoulders as he looked into her eyes with an awkward smile. Peter slowly rose his head up with closed eyes as he tilted his head to the side, but was quickly broken up by a shriek from the still startled girl as she pushed herself off of him and scuttled away.

Peter gathered himself as he tried to get to his feet, realizing balancing on this cloud to stay up would be pretty challenging. "Come on Shirley," he pleaded with her as she looked up with embarrassment. "Don't tell me your still nervous of making out after someone caught us in the restroom at school?" He smirked as he reached a hand out to help her up, his white hair swaying elegantly in the breeze; the partial glow of the area gave a handsome look to Shirley as she gazed up at him, like a knight in shiny armor here to save her...only instead of armor he was wearing a red-striped white shirt from track and baggy khaki pants. She reached her smooth hand out halfway, touching his fingers before pulling back slightly out of hesitation. Sensing this, Peter calmly dropped to a knee as he cradled her hand in his, staring deep into her eyes as caring as he could be.

"Are you alright?," he asked with concern in his voice as she shook her head with a smile. "Come on, Shirley, I'm serious. I won't joke on this," he said shifting his gaze to the side. "I don't want you to do something you don't want to do, alright? I know I kid and joke a lot around you as a funny guy, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. You mean so much to me as a friend. I couldn't bear to lose you for doing something completely stupid."

Peter heard a giggle come from Shirley as he looked over, seeing her adjust her long hair in the wind. "I'm fine Peter," she said brushing his cheek. "You startled me with that at the moment...and...I didn't know how to react. It had nothing to do with those football players seeing us make out that first time," she replied with a giggle.

"So why didn't you want to kiss me right there?," he said shaking his hair.

"You really got to learn to treat a lady right, you know," Shirley cooed, leaning in close with an arm on his shoulder as Peter leaned back slightly. "Like...this..." she muttered, closing her eyes and gently locking her lips in kiss. Peter was stunned at how open she was doing this, since Shirley is usually shy about doing anything intimate unless goaded into it, like the restroom scene. But he wouldn't complain. He closed his eyes as he reciprocated back, caressing her lips with each smooch as they held each other close, relaxing on the plush cloud below.

"I love you Shirley," Peter whispered in her ear as he broke the kiss, cuddling his head close to hers.

"I know you do, Peter," Shirley muttered back as their hair tangled about one another through the hugs. "I like you for who you are, and I always will. You make me feel so bubbly inside when I'm with you, it's just...I don't know how to show it. That's why I feel awkward and skittish."

"You should never feel scared around me," Peter replied as he rubbed his head around. "I'm here for you Shirley...no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you." As they spoke, they were completely distracted from the bright blue glow coming from between their chests. During the hug, their digivices had pressed their screens on one another, resulting in them being turned on. The devices began to hum a chord as they came online. As the light shined, it began to gradually intensify as energy was pulled inward to them, seeping into their chests as they held their embrace.

Their love for each other had fully blossomed now.

The energy began to act as a catalyst for the transformation as the digi-evolution rewrote their DNA with each passing second. A tingling aura, initially unfelt, had swept over them as their skin tone began to shift; Peter's white flesh had begun to tan out to a light chestnut hue while Shirley's took a more direct alteration, brightening to a standard yellow hue. After a moment in their embrace, Shirley's eyes went wide with surprise as she saw her hand out of the corner of her eye; the digits appeared to have hardened over to a coarse that resembled chicken talons, making her double take as she flexed the fingers to see that they were hers. She called to Peter, who was still eye-closed rubbing her head, feeling the digits pop out one by one as they grew out along with sharp pointed talons where her nails once were. Peter gave a startled "whoa" as he too had noticed a similar effect on his now bird hand, but winced slightly as his girlfriend pushed off of him, raking over his shirt to shreds as the talons ripped through his still soft outer flesh.

"Peter I...I...my head..." Shirley tried to apologize as her boyfriend hunched over in agony from the slash, but couldn't get the phrase out as she ran her talons through her lengthening hair, feeling it throb and enlarge a few centimeters in a matter of seconds. Peter was left reeling in an expression of pain from the wound, but excitement as the changes mounted on him, sinking his red-lined claws deep into the cloud.

"Don't worry...Shirley...I'm h..he...here-ARG!" the boy yelled as his spine cracked with added disks, rapidly stretching his height up foot by foot as his muscles tensed up all over. Peter felt an adrenaline rush as his blood pressure spiked, feeling the energy of the watch pump his muscles with new life and meat as he supped up in size, ripping his track shirt and pants to fragments as his legs, arms, and chest all ballooned out to match his growing head. Brown objects punctured his flesh as his hair molted out from his neck down, his new coat of feathers melding over each layer of exposed skin in an intricate pattern: a lighter, more trim colored coat nestled along his arms and chest while everything else from his mid-section down to his feet became a very thick layer in a dark brown hue, a few white lined circles traced over his thighs.

As the male Garudamon began to feel the excitement in each loud gasp of breath from his rearranging bone structure to an avian form, an entirely different set of experiences and emotions could be felt and heard a few feet away as Shirley stood up, now doubled her original height from her stretching spine. She moaned in bliss and confusion as she clasped her talons around her muscled arms and chest, feeling the pricks start to rise up from her pores as a thin gold coat of small feathers blanketed her now bare chest and arms, her old clothes scattered to the winds. Her shifting avian pupils gazed down in shock from her now heaving mammaries that swung in her arms, now the size of large grapefruits as they engorged with milk and kept growing, her toned face still blushing from being so exposed. Milk began to drip over her feathers from the stimulation and energy rush into her body, new bones snapping into place along with rearranging organs to make her a suitable female Garudamon. Gaining several more feet in height, her new attuned sight could already see the shift occur below start to ramp up. Beneath the gorgeous purple layer of thick feathers that sheltered her mid-section downward, her avian legs had slowly began to spread as she felt several rippling spasms in her lower folds. With each pulse of new muscle, her labium had begun to jut out into a puffy and needy mound of swollen wet sex, bird juices dripping onto the cloud below. She tried to cover it up with her large bird hand, but a slight brush against the area that almost grazed her clitoris sent a rapid jolt to her head, causing her to shuffle back with her large head whipped back.

Peter could hear the aching moans coming from his lover as he groveled on the floor to adjust himself. Had he stood where he was now, he might be stunned to see that he had grown to over 20 feet tall, and he was STILL gaining height with each tug on his spinal column. The male digimon gripped the ground tightly when he suddenly felt a pressure exert along his lower back as he heard the flesh start to tear, his new heighten hearing making its presence known. Out of nowhere, he squawked from his yellow stained mouth as long feather filled appendages burst forth one at a time from his back. His body instinctively flapped his large brown wings to life, looking a eye over to the side to see their lower row of feathers stained in a few red lines along the brown background. The tail was next to follow along his massive gluts as a long trill of thick feathers had fanned out below his wings. By this point, his large head had looked like a white-scalped eagle with blonde chords of hair along his side, a testament to the change in his once white hair. Peter shook his face about as his lips had stretched out in front and hardened into a tough layer, taking a moment to click his new beak and feel around inside with his thinner stranded tongue.

"God...I feel so...mmmph...," Peter moaned as he worked his muscular hips, a low rumble coming from below. His new sheathe ballooned forth with a pouch from the intense arousal, shifting from the tension he felt. "So...horny..," he mumbled as his claws worked gingerly around his girth as the meaty rod began to inch slowly out of its cave, the veins tensing up over it as fresh bird seed spilled forth from the growing spire, the male pleasing himself.

Meanwhile on Shirley's end, the remaining changes began to take effect on the poor girl. Already overwhelmed from the rise of heat in her sex, her golden arm-cuffs became traced with fine white lined bands and her purple tail feathers had grown a fan over her inflated ass as she shook it out. The female Garudamon shrieked in pain and ecstasy as her head shifted in a similar manner as her counterpart, but with a few additional modifications. She had a similar white mane of fluff and yellow beak as Peter, but her outer head became enclosed around the eye socket with a thick purple helmet, traced in blue markings. Moreover, her once beautiful brown hair had now become saturated in a dark purple hue like her lower feathers with lockets that hung down past her gargantuan breasts, sparkling in the radiant light that fell over them on the cloud. Her broad purple wings (which displayed golden hoop symbols on the lower ends) had already formed out of her back by the time Peter had risen to his avian feet, gritting his beak from the throbbing headache he had endured with his lover.

All of a sudden, a sharp cry called out from Shirley as she collapsed to her muscular knees, the transformation having taken a toll on her body. Peter snapped back to his senses as he instinctively swooped over and dropped to a knee, cradling the tired Garudamon in his arms.

"Shirley...Shirley...are you alright?!?," he remarked in his still human voice as he gave her a shook.

"Peter...is that you?," she mumbled, extending a talon to his face.

"Yes Shirley," he replied with a smile on his beak, hugging her close as the initial fatigue began to subside. "I'm here for you. Can you walk?"

Her eyes fluttered in the helmet as she nodded back, taking her time getting up and adjusting herself on her new feet as the male Garudamon supported her. They gave each other a good look over as their minds adjusted to the new enhanced senses from the change, and coming to grips with being a 60 foot tall creature from their childhood. Shirley felt around her new coat of feathers in bulk as Peter stretched his wings to their limit, being just over 70 feet as his wingspan.

"It feels weird being this...strong and big," observed the female Garudamon as she worked her talons and beak. "But I think I can get used to this," she smiled as she finally got around to enjoying the moment.

"It's so unreal right?," exclaimed the male as he ruffled his feathers, eager to test out his wings. "Never thought I'd see the day that I can fly the skies like a bird." He looked over the edge of the cloud at the other floating platforms in the distance as Shirley snuggled up next to him, holding one of his arms.

"I'm surprised I felt so drained from this change," Shirley mentioned as Peter turned to face her. "So this is the cost of transforming you mentioned before?"

"Kind of," he replied as he scratched his head. "I still feel full of energy to be honest, but seeing as you haven't felt this experience before, it's no suprise you were completely exhausted."

"But...I don't feel tired now. I feel pretty...fit now." She flexed her broad muscles as the digivice swung about on her thick neck.

"You can thank that watch for that," Peter muttered as he pointed to his. "I transferred some of my energy reserves through this to you."

"O...uh thank you Peter," she blushed through her feathers as she hugged him. Although her senses were back to normal somewhat, Shirley still had a lingering feeling of arousal on her, seeing the handsome hunk of a bird in front of her. The very thought only ebbed on her lust as she leaned in, feeling the growing need between her legs as she hugged Peter, her juices slathering the side of his legs. The taller male grinned as he breathed in her fresh sent now that the wind carried, the heat of her sex pheromones now saturating his nostrils as his animal instincts started to take over.

"Shirley, I wanted-mmmph!" Peter's words were stopped midway as the powerful female thrust herself forward, toppling the unsuspecting male onto his back and splattered onto the cloud. Shirley leaned her mask face inward as she locked her beak around his open maw, thrusting her thin avian tongue straight down his pallet and tasting his juices. Peter closed his eyes as he reciprocated the affectionate kiss with his lover, entwining his tongue in a dance around hers as they groped each others' muscles, testing their new found strength. The feathers ruffled over the area as the wind swept them over, the female mashing her large breasts with each thrust onto the male's chest. The warm milk splattered into their thin feathers, slathering them in a wet embrace as he broke the kiss and pulled his beak down, latching onto a puffy nipple. Shirley winced and shrieked from the initial peck on her sensitive flesh, her jugs sloshing and shaking in his mouth as the cream gushed out in spurts. She moaned as the orbs swelled with fresh milk, the need to be drained sweeping over as her partner worked his tongue along the tender nubs, guzzling down each spurt with a greedy lust in his eyes. With each passing second, her primal instincts rose in ferocity as she kept edging him on.

Peter cooed at the attraction he felt from her embracing the full change that consumed her, but took advantage of it by flinging her over to her backside as he licked his beak, admiring the waiting hen below. She blushed briefly as her legs spread around his knees, exposing the waiting chamber just begging to be teased; the male could take the hint as his long avian rod descended quickly from its sheathe, pre leaking a small stream.

"I want you Peter," she begged as she sprawled herself out for him, letting the buff Garudamon pull her legs up as he lined his rod up on target. "I want to be with you, I want you in me like-OOOOOHHH!" A sharp squawk left her beak as Peter wasted no time in giving her inner desire, holding the tip at her waiting clitoris as it plunged into her moist folds. He bucked several times as she clenched her lower muscles tight around his tool, swaying up and down on the fluffy cloud as he worked his way deeper into her shaft, the hot fluids gradually leaking out with each pull back. After a few minutes of moving, the male gave a powerful thrust to launch wide base hard against her stretched walls until it fastened in place, leaning forward as she held him tight around the shoulders. She moaned as he grunted and growled with each pulse of his oversized and swollen balls that nestled within his sheathe as they emptied shot after shot of avian seed deep into her belly with each passing minute. His dampened feather legs coiled around her thighs as he leaned in to give her another kiss on the neck, feeling her breath deep gasps as her belly bulged slightly from the activity they endured. As they laid tied together, both nearly spent now of energy, Shirley's wings unconsciously pulled outward from beneath the white pillow layer as they arc'd up and swept over the back of Peter, sheltering them in their embrace as they smiled and stared at one another.

"God I'm spent," mentioned Shirley though heavy pants as her lover grinned over head. "I can't do anything right now." She leaned her head back against the cloud as he rested his against her neck.

"Well on the bright side, we don't have to leave anytime soon," remarked Peter as he eyeballed the dangling digivice. "Pretty sure we can rest here for now before radioing in Mr. Fenris to bring us back."

"You think they won't mind?," asked the female with concern in her voice.

"It'll only be for a few hours, I think," he replied. "I still need to, and well want to, try flying around with you. Isn't that what you really wanted?," gazing into her hazel eyes.

"Tee hee, yes Peter," she remarked as she scratched the back of his neck. "I'd like that a lot."

"Alright, then," Peter cooed from the rubs. "Let's rest for a bit then, ok? And...thank you Shirley for coming. It means a lot to share this moment with you."

She giggled as she replied, knowing full well the weight those words had on her heart. "I'm glad to hear that Peter. Thank you too...my love."