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"Damn... I really need a break..."

Peter sighed as he leaned back into his chair, taking a break from gaming and chatting with his friends for a moment. It was later into the night, and he'd been at it for a while. A sense of general fatigue had been dogging him for a while, and he needed something to change. The stress was getting to be a bit much, and there was only so much his friends could do.

"These last few months have been nothing but hell..." He muttered - several plans had gone up in smoke, either due to conflicting issues, weather, or situations outside of his control. He felt like he could do with a break, but there was nothing of interest going on right now, at least not until the new year.

He sat there for a few moments before deciding to get up, maybe get a drink and something to eat. At the very least it would occupy him for a little bit and hopefully improve his mood a little. Excusing himself from the conversations he was in for the moment, Peter got up from the chair and headed off into his kitchen. It wasn't the biggest, but since he didn't have anyone else living with him, he didn't need much more.

"Wonder what I want. Hm..."

He opened the fridge-freezer, looking over what he had stored. He was due to do some food shopping, but there was still a decent selection to choose from. "Guess it's gonna be a choice between burgers or chicken..."

Eventually settling on some chicken, he got it out and began to get it ready when an odd feeling of restlessness fell over him. It wasn't the usual sort, more like he felt... caged. Not just in his life, but his body. The moon outside glimmered with an odd eldritch light that shone through the open curtains. And most curiously, flashes of horny thoughts began to flick into his mind.

"Ghhh... what in the..." He paused, catching himself against the kitchen worktop. He knew he had a bit of a wild imagination from time to time, but that was usually when he was doing things with friends or sharing ideas and dreams with them.

He set the chicken down for the moment and turned to look at the moon, seeming drawn to it as if it were an enormous magnet. The feelings inside of him began to intensify, the desire to actually do something about his frustrations building a mix of rage and lust in him. It would feel so liberating to free himself of his confinement, to vent on those who irritated and wronged him. To show his friends the good times he wanted to. And more.

"Wh...rrrrwrrrkk... is this...?"

He tried to compose himself for the briefest of moments, attempting to turn his gaze away from the moon, but its hold on him felt like it was growing stronger by the second. He couldn't explain it - he had gazed out to the moon countless times before, and nothing like this ever happened.

And more than that, the twisted, deep squawk that had come out of his mouth sounded... good to him. He enjoyed it on a level that he couldn't entirely verbalise at the moment. But his desire to look away from the moon continued to fade as he felt his pants starting to tent, and his body throbbing. Looking down at his human skin brought a sense of revulsion. He wanted to be better than that. Wanted, no, NEEDED to be more. To spread this feeling to others.

"Ghh..hrhrwwrrrkk..." Another squawk left his mouth as his gaze firmly fixed itself on the moon. Again, he didn't know what it was doing to him or how, but he rapidly couldn't care less about it, bathing in the moonlight. He reached for the window in front of him, brushing aside the curtains that were serving to partially obscure the light that was flowing in, wanting to bathe fully in its presence.

"Ffffuu-rrrr-awrrrrkk-ccckkk! I feel... s-mmrrrrrrkk-ooo GOOD..." He huffed as he reached towards his pants and as he did so, he could feel the throbbing in his body grow more intense, more sensual. His average torso began to slowly mould itself into a more muscular form. Subtle at first, but the more he embraced the feelings, the quicker it would happen. A curious prickling sensation also radiated out from his core - black feathers with purple on them were starting to sprout. Spreading rapidly. Engulfing his human skin.

He chuckled, seeing his stomach slightly exposed from where his shirt was pulling tighter against his growing muscles, running one hand along them so he could feel them strengthen, the dark plumage spreading between his fingers as he stroked it. His other hand brushed against his bulging pants, feeling his shaft throb under his touch.

"Mmmmoooorrr-rrraawrrrrkkkkk!-rrrreee! Sooo da-mmrrrawrrrkk-mn WONDERFUL!" His voice was lowering in pitch, a gravelly tone starting to creep in the more he changed, his pectorals packing on more muscle as he grew broader and taller, the feathers thickening further. His abs would pull into a tight, feather-covered six-pack as he could feel his shaft starting to grow larger in his grasp. "I'm a BE-KKWRRRKKK!-AST!"

His shirt started to slowly tear, the fabric splitting as it struggled to contain his changing form. A feeling of twisted pleasure coursed through him from that utterance, his hand moving to lower his shorts from around his erect mast, wanting to get a proper grip on it.

He had to take some care to not injure himself as his strength was rapidly increasing as his physical bulk did as well. Peter's shoulders would widen as he came out the last of his human seed. "MM-RRRAWWWWRRRK-ARVELOUS!" He huffed as he felt his balls beginning to churn, filling with new potent seed as they grew to the size of grapefruit, inside of a sack covered in feathers. With every pump, his spear would grow longer, thicker, more worthy of what he was becoming. Coming to a barb-lined point as it turned a deep, pleasing black colour.

A low, guttural crow left his mouth as he envisioned himself putting it to good use, thrusting into his hand whilst he pictured females and males alike, all eager to worship him. His shirt continued to desperately cling to his body, trying to contain the creature that was breaking free.

"Soooo muuucchhh... ffuuuccckinngggg... RRRRAAWWWRRRKKKK! POWER!" Fell magic energies coursed through his body as he could feel a fan of tail feathers growing in above his ass as it became firm and muscular, likewise covered in feathers. His arms surged wider with beastial power. "Ssshhh-mmmrrr-awrrrrkk-iiiiiiit!" Another huff as he kept pumping, long flight feathers emerging from his arms whilst the skin from his wrists down hardened into purple avian scales, nails splitting apart to reveal cruelly curved, razor-sharp talons that he was more than prepared to use.

He gripped the table hard, his new claws going through it without little to no effort needed. His grip on his cock grew harder in response, the feeling of the sensitive flesh against the rough scales and sharp talons drove him even wilder - he couldn't wait till he was complete, he needed to spread those new wings of his, to further escape from this cage, to fully embrace the beast.

"Sqqqwwrrrrkkkk! Ffffcucccckkkkkkk!" The sheer, raw, bestial pleasure coursing through him made speaking coherently hard for the moment. Not that Peter needed to - he was happy to embrace the avian side of him. His legs began to gain powerful muscles as well, more feathers covering them and removing more and more of his humanity. Two toes on either foot merged as the same scales on his hands replaced the skin there. A toe would click backwards as he gained the same lethal talons on his feet, even larger and more dangerous than the ones on his hands. "Rrrrr-awrrrrrrkkkkk!"

The talons sank into the ground, leaving deep gouges as he tested them out. What remained of his clothing finally couldn't hold on any more, splitting apart, falling into a tattered heap around him. "Rrrhhr...hrhrwkwaararrkkkkkk!!" His squawking grew more and more frenzied the more he embraced the monster he was becoming, music to his ears.

"Moorrr-rrRRAAWWWRRRRRKKKK!-rreeeeee! Ma-skkkkrrwwrrrrkkkkk-ke me a BE-SSKKKRRAAWRRRK!-AST!" Peter grunted and growled as his lips began to go numb, some drool leaking as his teeth began to merge into separate masses, rapidly turning a dark, shiny purple as it and his nose reformed into a jagged, wicked-looking corvid beak, able to tear through just about anything. His neck widened as the feathers climbed up, ears vanishing into his head whilst his hair became a long mane of black and purple feathers, eyes glowing an ominous, sickly green as his sclera also changed pupils pulling into fierce slits, his pumping reaching a fever pitch as he eagerly embraced the monstrous magical avian he'd become.

"I... I... kkrkwwrrkk..." His breathing hastened, his body trembling as he brought himself closer and closer to orgasm. He needed to erupt, he needed to go past the point of no return - he didn't care if he'd ever be human again after doing so, his eyes shining brighter at that thought. "Skk...kskrruaawawrrkkk....!"

"Ssskkreeeehhhhhh....MMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRR-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" A loud crow boomed from his mouth as he came hard, his potent, rich avian seed splattering against the nearest wall with a rather audible noise, and with it, whatever remained of his humanity. As he rode the orgasm out, his cock spurting more seed, he cackled madly. Oh, the things he could do, would do. He'd have his friends squawking and screeching as he fucked them into beastial, sensual Arakkoa like himself, delight in seeing them gleefully abandon their humanity.

The table his claws were embedded in threatened to collapse under the pressure he was putting on it, his knees trembling as he struggled to keep his balance during his powerful orgasm. The legs buckled ever so slightly as he slowly came down from his high, the last few bursts of cum firing out as he was left panting and chirping, admiring the mess he had made.

"Well, well, we-mmr-rrrawwrrrkkkk!-ell... a significant improvement, I have to s-mrrwrrrkkk-ay..." He gave a wicked grin as he conjured up a magical spell to get a good view of his freshly improved body, admiring the sleek, glossy feathers and his potent, masculine muscles. Not to mention the hefty package between his legs. Whatever had happened to bless him with this new form, he was happy that it happened to him. His spear was still hard at the thought of being used in other humans. "Oh yessss... soooo many hu-sqwwwrrrrrkk-mans to change..."

He took a look around the house - there was some stuff that could be salvaged, as he would need some forms of entertainment wherever he decided to set up his new lair, but the rest of it held no meaning to him now. His talons brushed against his cock as he thought about what elements would be worth bringing with him, but his mind was still focusing on what was between his legs.

It didn't take him long to decide on a course of action - he had a few friends who lived in the same town, and not all that far away, either. It would be a trifle to change them and have his new flock skip town with the combined might of their magic. "Ohhh yesss... sooo much pow-sskkkwwarrrrkkk!-er!" He cackled, mind awash with images of him and the others screwing for hours on end, getting revenge on their enemies and so much more. And he had all the time in the world...