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The sound of the clock tower bell down in the square pulled Hanare out of his cosy dreams. Wriggling beneath his blankets the red furred moogle poked his head out from inside his cozy nest and glared at the slanted skylight filling the roof above his head. There was a tiny slither of faint light showing but mostly the sky beyond was the deep dark azure blue of twilight. Shifting his body and thinking about going back to sleep he paused at the sounds of doors opening and kupoing chatter reaching his ears.

Grumbling at the early hour Hanare clambered out of bed and did his best to flatten his dusty red fur. It always went crazy after sleeping but there wasn't much he could do about it, just drag his comb through it and check his thick braid had survived the night. It had so Hanare left it alone and threw on the uniform Uncle Erakir had given him last night after he arrived. The pleated yellow costume hung to his knees with a big spray of fake tail feathers clustered over his butt. The hat was layered yellow chocobo feathers and white fabric split into four tines like a jester's hat. It matched the uniform nicely and had space for his pom-pom to poke through.

Checking himself over in the tiny mirror Hanare flapped his little bat wings then poked his head out into the hall. The other mogs in the stable company were all up and about chattering away in the hall about this or that. Several of them wandered over to greet Hanare and the cherry furred moogle threw himself into conversation with them. Cousin Flinty with his pale blue fur and blonde hair was accompanied by tawny furred cousin Shank and then his older brother Tsumi joined them his pale pink fur and shaggy pink hair a really bad match for the yellow chocobo costumes. The conversation bounced from one topic to the next as they joined up with the other mogs and headed down to the big dining room where breakfast was served.

Uncle Erakir joined them and sat at the head of the table, handing out bread and serving the porridge. He had a shock of soft blue hair, white fur like most mogs and a ready smile and warm.word for everyone. There had to he over thirty moogles in the room, only a few employees lived above the stable, most of them had homes nearby. They all joined Erakir for breakfast however which was something special. He stood up after most mog's had finished and grinned around the big table, wings beating steadily

"Good morning everyone, we've got a busy day ahead of us today so I need you all on top form," he took a box off the ground and handed it to the heavy shouldered moogle to his left, "Greg you're on standard orders. Pull lots and get everyone going quick as you can. Send an extra bird to Widow Feilsa's farm, she needs the extra help getting those fields done. No extra charge."

"Sure boss," Greg kupoed as he stood up, "Where will you be if I need you?"

"I've got to get Blue ready for a long trip and break in the new boys," he grinned at Flinty, Hanare, Tsumi and Shy, "Everyone as you know my boys Shy and Flinty have joined the team and my brother Sam's boys too. I'll be showing them the ropes today."

"Ok, come on lads, let's get started," the heavy set moogle stood up and started ushering the moogles out through a door toward the stables. He took most of the moogles with him leaving Hanare behind with Shy, Erakir, Tsumi, Flinty. Erakir also kept a grey and white furred moogle called Forest and a green and blue moogle who introduced himself as Blue.

"What's the job boss?" Blue asked with a smile, "I'm more then ready for another long trip."

Erakir chuckled and headed towards a side door, "Good, but first you can help me break in the new boys come on everyone."

Hanare followed obediently and soon found himself in a large, airy stable on the far side of the main stableyard. The stalls were empty though Fresh straw covered the floor and the loft was packed with bales. Blue pushed the door shut and leant against it as Erakir climbed up on a mounting block and smiled at the gathered mogs.

"Welcome everyone to the team, I've got a fun job for all of you for your first week. We've got a military parade to provide chocobos for at the end of the week. We need to make sure our birds are fit, in shape and well drilled in the fancy moves they'll be making."

"Sounds fun kupo," Forest said with a grin, "Usual nights off or we on a week long trainer?"

"Week long," Erakir replied, "We need military precision to make this contract's top dollar so I don't want any back and forth for confusion."

Hanare frowned and raised his paw in the air, his uncle nodded at him and nervously tugging on his uniform he asked the question that had been bothering him, "Are you sure you want us helping you to train birds? This sounds pretty big and uhm... where are all your chocobos?"

Everyone stared at him for a moment, except Tsumi who was giggling madly behind his paws. Shuffling uncomfortably on the straw Hanare looked back at Erakir, "What... didn't Tsumi tell me?"

Erakir laughed and jumped down, "I'll show you, though... hey Blue you up for military parade work?"

"Sure am," the blue and green moogle stepped up behind Tsumi and grabbed him. The pink moogle let out a kupo then blushed as Erakir pushed a dark black feather into the toggle loops of Tsumi's uniform.

"Hey, wait no Erakir you can't, not a long... oh kweh...."

Tsumi squirmed as Blue let go of him and gasped as his uniform contracted. It went from hanging loose and yellow to pitch black and clinging to his torso in a matter of moments. Hanare watched, eyes wide as the faux feather fabric transformed and embedded itself into his older brother. It became feathers, thick plumage that raced across his body, surging up to engulf his head, replacing his pink fur. His pom-pom dissolved and the wings on his back were lost in the thickening feathers as his arms bent backwards and seemed to slide down his body.

Bare pink furry legs darkened, transforming into mottled grey skin, feet exploding out into giant bird talons. Tsumi squawked and flapped his arms, which were rapidly folding back into chocobo wings as his torso transformed. It grew rounder, with a magnificent spray of ebony feathers for a tail and a curved, long neck. His muzzle was darkening, hardening, growing curved and sharp and beak like above a pair of bright beady bird eyes. He had a tufty crest of black feathers atop his head and as the transformation slowed and finished Tsumi lowered his head to look down at his slender black bird prick that was jutting out from between his legs. He then lifted his head and stared at Erakir who patted his feathered head kindly.

"Don't worry, you'll get to cum before you leave," he turned and gave Hanare a big grin, "So guessed how we earned our reputation for having the best behaved chocobo in the district?"

"We're the chocobo's," Hanare whispered with a soft kupo, "I... I mean... how... why... uhm..."

Laughing Erakir hugged the cherry furred mog and Hanare let himself be turned and walked over to the big black bird. Tsumi leant down and nuzzled against him, nipping his beak against his thick braid and tugging his head down, "Ah, erf Tsumi stop I..."

Landing on his knees Hanare let out a startled kupo as Tsumi moved forwards on his powerful legs and loomed above him. Erakir laughed and darted back, "Looks like Tsumi wants his bro to help with his poke. Go on mog, suck him off whilst I help the others get ready."

Blushing deeply and well aware the others were watching Hanare leant up, opened his mouth and closed his muzzle around his bird brother's large shaft. He manage to make a muffled kupo as Tsumi started to hump. He tasted delicious, which surprised Hanare, he groaned quietly and wrapped his arms around one of Tsumi's legs and bobbed his head back and forth eagerly. Kupoing softly Han ran his tongue up and down the chocobo's dick, doing his best to please his bro and send him over the edge. It didn't take him long, the transformation had clearly gotten him all worked up. With a loud 'kweh' and throwing his wings wide he fed Hanare his load and the red furred moogle gulped down the thick slippery treat, blushing as Tsumi let out a string of excited kwehs.

Backing out from his brother turned black chocobo and wiping his mouth Hanare turned to look at the others and froze at the scene filling the stable. There was only one moogle left, Uncle Erakir, everyone else had gone fully kweh and were... having fun! The tawny feathered chocobo that Han thought had been Shy was busy scratching at the ground with one taloned foot while he was being mounted by the blue and green feathered chocobo that was unmistakably Blue. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves just like Flinty and Forest. The grey and white chocobo that had been Forest looked amazing, his feathers a beautiful mix that retained his previous fur patterned. He was also busy playing with Flinty, the pale blue bird was lying on his back, his beak buried between Forest's legs whilst his own shaft was being teased and toyed with by a large taloned bird foot. It was quite the scene, the air was thick with the scent of chocobo and already somewhat excited from suking off his brother Hanare shifted his yellow chocobo uniform to try and hide his own arousal.

Erakir saw that and laughed softly and hugged Hanare, "So this is what we do, we take orders for jobs require chocobo and then fill them with ourselves. We are well trained, obedient and make a good job of it!"

"I... I see... no one told me it's a bit much to take in kupo,"

"Yeah I understand it might seem a bit odd, but it is fun and the transformation tends to leave you really pent up. We tend to take care of that before anyone goes out on a job, that way no one gets embarrassed in public, clients or staff."

"That, makes sense... uhm how long does it last?"

"Well for the mogs on the regular jobs, trotting around town as yellow chocobos they'll all be back to being moogles by the end of the day," the older blue haired moogle waved a paw at the beautiful coloured birds having fun before them, "Us, we'll be birds until the end of the week, so we can train for this military pageant properly. It's fun I promise and some of us," he reached to one side and looped an arm around Tsumi's neck and smirked, "Are going to be a bird for a month."

Tsumi's head jerked around and he let out a startled kweh! Erakir just laughed and patted his neck, "Yeah, you heard me, a month. You're playing courier chocobo for a King's messenger, going all the way to the capital by land, sea and air," he waved a paw under Tsumi's nose, "You'll be a bird for the whole trip. No turning back each night it's too awkward doing it that way, consider it punishment for being mean to Han and not telling him."

Tsumi huffed and puffed up his feathers and walked around the pair of moogle's giving Hanare a beady eyed, lecherous bird stare. Erakir laughed and shook his head and tugged Tsumi by the head over to the door.

"Oh no, you've had your fun bird, you need to get ready for your trip," he opened the door and pushed Tsumi out into the skilled paws of two moogles who were waiting patiently with all the tac, harness and saddle the black chocobo would need for his trip. Tsumi let out a despairing 'kweh' at the sight of all the gear and then the stable door shut and Erakir turned back to look at Hanare.

"Ready to give it a go Hanare? If not it's ok, I understand, you didn't receive any warning, I can assign you to help out the mogs who tend stable, take order, order the feed and food and see the regular birds are all looked after."

Hanare blushed and risked a look at the others, Blue was still humping Shy, the blue and green bird's wings flapping, tail plumage spreading as he kweh kweh kweh'd with every thrust and hump leaving poor shy squirming and kweh'ing in delight. Flint was still wriggling on the floor, happily servicing Forest's shaft whilst his own was toyed and teased with by the grey bird's foot.

"Uhm.. ah well Uncle..." he blushed and tugged at his costume and squirmed, "Can we talk to each other still once we are birds?"

"Oh yes, in chocobo of course, it's part of the magic. You can speak the kweh and the kupo in either shape once you've transformed once."

"Ok... well you said you need me for this pageant so... ok I'll try it Uncle."

"That's my mog," Erakir said with a smile and took another feather out of the folds of his robe, "I'll be changing right behind you, maybe you'll help your Uncle out with his hard on once we're both kweh?"

Blushing deeply Hanare nodded and let Erakir thread the feather through the toggle loops on the neckline of his costume. Closing his eyes and bracing himself Hanare prepared for the change, holding his breath and tensing up.

"Oh and Hanare," Erakir murmured, "The change is different for every mog. It'll be fun to see how you transform."

Hanare's head came up, startled by that pronouncement. He had figured he'd transform in the same manner as Tsumi had. But it was too late to complain now, the feather had been attached and he could already feel the tell-tale tingle of magic coursing through his veins.

Thick red ooze seemed to erupt from beneath his fur, it spread rapidly and Hanare gasped as it slid and oozed over his face and down his shoulders. Whatever the oozing liquid was it felt slick, shiny, oozing through his fur and across his skin. It felt good and Hanare flapped his wings madly and groaned as his pom pom was reeled in. It squished into the gloop covering his head and as the last part of of vanished into his gooey covering his whole body spasmed. He could feel the odd goo starting to change, to form unfamiliar shapes and appendages as it leeched his body and his thoughts into himself.

Big three taloned feet swelled up out of the thick mass that had been his feet. Surging up from those were a pair of sturdy chocobo legs. Bubbling, oozing, spreading and stretching Hanare tried to cry out but there was only thick ooze as a bulbous body was sculpted out of the living slime he had become. Wings flapped out, a spreading fan of tail feathers then his neck grew. The sense of shapeless ooze that he had existed as during his melty change faded. A beak pressed out of the ooze, the slime solidified into a glistening, gleaming lifesized replica of a chocobo. He was made from beautifully sculpted vinyl or maybe latex with magnificent neoprene plumage.

Snapping his beak, blinking his eyes Hanare stumbled on unfamiliar feet and turned his head to look at himself. He looked amazing, he felt ridiculously horny and as he raked one of his taloned feet against the floor his strange living plastic body settled and changed. The timbre of his feathers shifted, lost the sleek artificial look and wound up looking like real feathers.

"Kweh!" Hanare cried and stumbled and turned his head, jumping somewhat as another Chocobo, a beautiful pale blur one nuzzled against his soft neck feathers.

"Interesting change," Erakir kweh'd at him, "Looking good bird... excited too... let me help with that."

Hanare flapped his wings, bobbed his neck and pressed back against Erakir. Nodding sharply on needy assent Hanare found himself mounted in swift order by the other chocobo. Erakir was skilled at this, his slender bird shaft slipped under his thickly fanned plumage and filled his rump. Half crouching, pushing back against the other bird Hanare clenched down hard and let out an excited kweh of delight as he was ridden.

It felt really good, Hanare pawed at the ground, riding back and forth in delight and then one of the moogle stable hands grabbed his cock and started to play with him. Kwehing and pressing back against the bird atop him Hanare groaned in delight. It was too much, the moogle paws stroking his slender bird shaft were skilled. Erakir was treated to a kweh inducing clench of slick, warm chocobo rump as Hanare went off like a rocket. There was a startled kupo from beneath him and the hands left his cock. Lowering his long neck Hanare looked down at the moogle beneath him. The sudden force of his orgasm had blown them off their feet. With a happy kweh Hanare shifted his stance to make sure he showered the mog in every slick jet of cum that shot out of his dick.

He was still blowing his load when Erakir fell over the edge and flooded him. Bodies pressed together Hanare closed his eyes, feathers fluffing up as he was filled and coated the mog beneath him. Trembling, head low Hanare let out a soft, satisfied "kweh," as the blue chocobo slid back and out of him.

"There we go," Erakir murmured, strutting up in that bobbing bird strut to nuzzle and nip at his neck feathers, "You're part of the team now, now let's get you dressed."

"Dressed?" Hanare asked with confused kweh. His question was answered as deft and skilled moogle hands started to pull leather straps, harness and buckles into place across his body. The saddle on his back felt heavy and stiff, the harness straps crushed his feathers and the bit between his beak allowed the reigns to trail across his neck to the saddle. There were fancy baldrics hanging down across his flanks, banners sporting the city's standard. Fixed atop his head and attached to the halter straps was a silver helm with a magnificence crest of red feathers forming a crest.

Looking at himself by twisting his head and by examine Erakir and the others he figured he looked really impressive. It made him feel good so he strutted with pride out into the practice yards. Feathers fluffing up he kweh'd at the Nu Mou military officer who was to be his rider and allowed them to mount. They had lots of practice hours ahead of them to be ready for the pageant. Hanare had been worried he'd feel out of sorts of self conscious about being practically naked and a bird in public. But only his fellow moogles knew the truth and it felt good to charge and wheel and trot and be led about by his reigns. As far as summer jobs went this was going to be a great one, he was pampered and groomed and fed and having fun racing and charging and kwehing all about the place with Erakir and the others!

They were going to look amazing on the parade ground! They were good birds, the best for they were chocobo.