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_Mother was worse than a hoarder. At least hoarders could have things to be thrown away with ease. _ Lillian thought to herself as she sat in front of yet another box, the overhead lights starting to hurt her eyes as she flipped open the old cardboard edges.

She had never gotten along with her mother, not really, they were two different people with different goals in life. She preferred to spend her days with her artwork, creating beautiful bits of fantasy and new worlds on the canvas. Her mother had spent her time in the dark of an office beneath one of the large natural history museums in the world and catalogued bits and pieces that came from other people’s adventures. It was hardly a life that Lilly had wanted to have, especially when she had grown up in the office and watched the dull laborious work that came with tagging everything that came in with the proper identification and location before being filed away.

She tried not to let herself think badly of her mother. The first few hours of cleaning out the office had been done with tears and attempts to remember the good times, but now that it was late in the night and she was still here she felt nothing but exhaustion and irritation. The boxes all held a mixture of artifacts that needed to be left behind and her mother’s own personal belongings. She had wondered why the museum had requested she come for her mother’s things and now she knew, they didn’t want to pay someone to get through the mess she was slogging through. She had finally divided the room into three piles. One pile for the obvious artifacts that her mother had been cataloguing before her death and needed to remain, one pile for what her mother had personally collected and kept here and a third pile for things she had no idea what they belonged too.

“I wish I had brought help.” She said, staring down at the pale egg shaped opal in her palm. “Or at least had thought to drag down one of the volunteers and made them do the heavy lifting.”

She rubbed her face a little bit and leaned back, cracking her back as she pressed against the solid weight of the door. Her back hurt, her shoulders burned and her hand was beginning to throb form the constant repetitive movements. There were still six more boxes to go through, all of them so old that she had no idea what she might find in them. So far she had found everything from skulls to shrunken heads to bags of dirt that had no purpose that she could surmise. She rolled the small pendant in her palm while she tried to muster up enough energy to continue. The harsh fluorescent lights did little to mask the beauty of the piece, giving her a distraction from staring at the ruin of her mother’s life.

It had been in an old tin and buried in pink looking salt. It was as large as her thumbnail and caught the fire of the overhead lights to reflect in every color imaginable until it nearly looked as if it glowed. There were small markings at the top that indicated that it had once hung on a necklace, but age had taken away whatever metal or wood had been used for that. Only her fingers felt the texture of the carving delicately rendered into the stone itself, though she had only been able to make out a hint of wings and a beak when she had tried to turn it about. Lillian didn’t know if it was from the museum or not, but it was pretty enough that she had set it aside with a handful of other trinkets that had caught her eye.

She pulled her gaze away from the round opal and sighed as she looked at the boxes, putting aside the pendant before starting to get up. She would have to rearrange things and drag the boxes in closer so she could review them, figure out just what was hiding in them. Lillian heaved herself up with some effort and it all happened at once. She got up well enough, but as she took a step forward she felt the pendant she had been admiring roll right beneath her shoe. She tried to keep herself from stepping on it, but it happened too fast and she stumbled forward trying to wildly catch her balance against the wall. She heard the crack before she hit the wall and the back of her head hit one of the boxes. The last thing she saw was a flash of molten red color, the sound of crackling flames followed her into darkness.

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Hot, the world was so hot that she felt as if she was on fire and she heard the crackle and roar of flames as she stirred with a groan. Lillian shifted on the ground and felt the heat radiating against the ground and on her finger tips as she shifted back and forth. She remembered hitting the ground, the sharp pain of her head cracking against the box, but there was little else there. She lifted her head slowly, half expecting to feel blinding pain, but there was nothing but a faint dizziness as she stirred and moved her hands beneath her. The ground was so warm it was nearly hot, finally making her mind work enough to realize that this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t the feel of the cool office she had been working in before she had hit her head. She jerked upright, the world tilting wildly around her, and looked around to see flames surrounding her.

The world was on fire, the boxes were gone, the desk and the chairs, the filing cabinet and the plants had all been replaced with crackling red and orange flames. The ground beneath her wasn’t smooth scrubbed tile, but embers and ash that should have burned as she scrabbled backwards wildly. She kicked up ashes, feeling the heat pouring over her skin, but not scalding her. A scream began to bubble up from her lips as some of the flames moved and a white-blue eye cracked open, set above a dark black beak that was curved at the end. Embers fell down from him as the creature shifted and more fire faded away, revealing glowing feathers that clung to the large avian body. She froze, going as still as she possibly could as the fire crackled down, revealing a length of glowing tail feathers that sparked and burned brightly.

Dimly, very dimly, she realized that she was entirely nude. Her skin was pale and smudged in places where the ashes had touched her, her breasts standing out while she scrambled backwards. They were no where to be seen, but they might have been burned off her in the fire. God, the fire, it was everywhere she looked, roaring dully in the backdrop so that she was half expecting to feel the burn and fire devour her before she got more than a few steps back. But the flames didn’t cast fiery pain over her, only the heat she would have felt standing beneath the burning summer sun. Was she dreaming? Awake? She felt awake, everything felt terribly real.

“Ahh the sleeper awakens.” A musical voice filled her ears as she stumbled backwards, feeling the uneven ground shifting beneath her feet. “Do you not like my nest?”

“Where is the office?” She spoke, her voice sounding high pitched as there was a flash of fire rippling along the background of the creature. The nest of fire was constantly shifting, but through it she saw glimpses of walls far back from a distance. “What are you?!”

“You are in my nest.” The creature answered and there was a musical note of laughter as the bird moved on two powerful looking legs. “I have been trapped in that egg for so long, how nice it is to finally stretch.”

The wings that spread made her stumble backwards and the avian turned his head to look at her. He was as large as she was, heavy bodied with powerful dark black feet tipped with glowing talons. His head was broad and boasted a sweep of thick crest feathers that ran back along the length of his head, tipping all the way back until they nearly touched the base of his tail. The color of the feathers shifted from deep crimson to pale orange to yellow, the pattern constantly moving along the broad body that moved around her. He was the largest bird she had ever seen in her life and a visceral fear began to awaken in her. The darkness of the beak was split with the flash glowing pale fire that didn’t match the rippling of the wings at all. Opal, it held the polished open in his beak, gingerly gripping it. It didn’t look broken, though she had been sure she felt it break.

“I don’t understand..” She started as the edge of a feather brushed against her hip, sending a rippling of heat chasing against her side. She jumped backwards.

“Ahh poor little sleeper, so vulnerable. Humans are always vulnerable.” The bird lowered his eyes, the white-blue fire burning deeply and showed her reflection back to her. “My egg was dormant for so long, your fingers finally recalled warmth to me, and life. I had forgotten there was life.”

“Phoenix.” The word slipped past her lips, she couldn’t stop it. “The opal was your egg?”

She had once painted on in a fanciful painting for one of her neighbors, but it had been a peacock like and delicate looking. She had imagined them being light and airy, the fire little more than decoration, but the bird she was faced with was far from a delicate peacock. He was muscular and predatory with his eyes showing brilliant deep pupils that were set above a sharp hooked beak. His wings were folded, but she could only imagine the size that they would be unfurled, especially given the fact that he had to tip his head down to meet her eyes. The fire was growing hotter around her as he tilted his head to one side thoughtfully and she watched the tip of his tongue trace against the soft white opal in his beak.

“Yes, in a way. Your human touch, so warm and alive, I had forgotten it. I had forgotten there was anything but dreams and the coldness of my shell.” The phoenix spoke, not with words, but they were coming into her mind. “Lovely little human, I have forgotten what it was like to feel fire and life. To taste food in my mouth or the ground under my talons, I have forgotten so much of the delights in the world.”

As he spoke he came closer and she felt herself enamored by the mind voice sliding against her own. She didn’t move back, even when he came in close enough that she was able to see the subtle barbs of the feather running along the quill, the way that they were sparking. The heat came closer, it was making her skin grow warm, pinking it, though not burning when he tilted his head down and suddenly slid a leg up. It was much like a parrots foot, with two forward facing toes and two backward facing ones. The talons were sharp looking and that was all she managed to see and think about before she was pushed down to the ground. The sudden strike was lightning fast and she hit the embers and ashes with a short cry.

She didn’t get a chance to get back up, instead the foot pushed down against her bare back, the talons carefully lifted up so that he wasn’t hurting her, he simply made sure she couldn’t get up. The smooth edge of the beak ran along her back, the warmth spiking to near feverish proportions before the phoenix turned his head about. The broad wings spread out, mantling over her body as she tried to crawl out from beneath his talons. The warmth was beating in time with her heart, the steady beat of it made her skin grow warmer before she felt the curved polished stone caressing the line of her ass. The beak teased her as one of the backward facing toes curled down and dipped down between her bare legs. She tried to draw her legs together, but the stone fell, following the line of her ass until the bird could catch it beneath one toe.

“Such a lovely nest, but it does lack one thing in it.” The phoenix let out a musical trill as the stone felt hot between her legs, singing her while the digits pushed down lower. “It lacks the reason a nest is needed.”

The stone.. no it was an egg, a small strangely designed opal like egg was slipped further down along the inside of her thighs and brushed all the way down along the line of her mound. She felt the heat growing, the embers beneath her started to crackle as the feathers pressed over her, they were sparking and crackling loudly in her ears. The stone pressed along the soft plush cunny lips, her eyes flashed wider as the heat was pushing inside of her. It was like a slow curl that spread through her stomach, surging outwards in a rush as the stone pushed harder up against the line of her mound. She pressed a bit firmly and spread the walls open wider and wider, stretching to wrap around the opal as it slipped forward with a forceful press.

It wasn’t smooth stone, the subtle carving in it could be felt along her inner walls as it pushed forward a bit deeper and made her stretch open wide. She clutched down around it tightly, the movement reflexive. It wasn’t large enough to truly stretch her, just a smooth slip of the stone, but it was the heat that was rushing against her that made her cry out. Her lips parted open wide, back arching up in the air while she felt the toe curling forward inside of her. The feathers brushed along her back intimately, caressing her bare skin in a way that sent a strange shudder of pleasure through her. She twisted herself, feeling the embers beneath her fingers and toes as she arched herself up and there was another rush of feathers tickling the length her legs, down towards her feet.

As the stone pushed deeper inside of her she felt a surge of pressure growing, the warmth burned through her lower belly and sent tendrils reaching further into her body and caressing towards her limbs. She bucked upwards, the smooth movement made her choke out a noise while the next push spread through her stomach and began to feel like fire. The phoenix dropped his beak down, the hard edge caressed the line of her shoulder with a teasing nibble that shocked her into letting out a muted call. She twisted and squirmed about in place, bucking her hips upwards as she felt the thing pushing further into her. The heat was beating faster, her heart leaping upwards in her chest as she arched herself up.

The warm feathers ran against her, running along her back as the phoenix’s toes curled and rolled along her mound. It wasn’t just a platonic touch, it was a slow smooth stroke, something designed to rouse her body as she twisted upwards with a sudden short hiss. The toes teased against the edges, spreading her folds open with a stroke that caressed upwards in a light stroke that made her shudder in place. Her entire body came up off the ground as she closed her eyes, sucking down a breath and letting it out again with a burst of air. Her fingers dug down against the ashes while the phoenix nipped right along the nape of her neck with a light nip.

“Stop!” She tried to protest, her voice sounding shaky as the warmth was burning hotter in her belly, like flames uncoiling and rising up to meet the feathered body pressed against her.

The foot stroked and traced right along the bud of her clit, making her legs arch upwards before the toes slipped away with a slow smooth stroke. The tail brushed against the line of her legs, tickling back and forth with a gentle flutter that made her jump in reaction. The weight kept her down, the feathers running along the length of her back in a way that made her arch upwards. The foot curled against her hip lightly, the toes flexing so that the claws caught against her hip and gave a little pull upwards. He crooned down at her with a sweet trilling noise, a strange sound, not at all like an avian that she expected, but there was so much more she didn’t expect.

The tail feathers spread open wide and flexed a little bit as her legs were spread open, her hips were pushed up high in the air while something slick and warm brushed against her. The beak caught against the back of her neck, digging down firmly, keeping a hold on her as the wet caress left a trail of fire against her bare skin. She twisted herself about, the movement roiling against the ground as the wet mound rubbed against her smoothly, running back and forth against the curve of her ass delicately. It felt very like her cunny, slick and wet feeling, the wetness smearing over the edges and dipping forward. It was hot feeling, far hotter than her skin, burning her up as she let out a shuddering noise.

The weight of the stone inside of her began to swell and grow. It was making her feel heavier by the moment, her breathing was catching in her throat as she swallowed down a swift breath and then let it out again. Her lips parted open with another noise as the line of the vent kissed lower with a stroke that pushed along the curve of her ass. The wetness clung in strands, strange feeling and stinging as the burn began to spread over the edges as a bead of sweat formed on her forehead and rolled downwards. The shift of the feet moved to either side, flexing with a little dig that pulled her up in the air and the haunches dipped down lower between her legs. Dimly she realized that the bird was built exactly like a bird, complete with a lack of the lone phallic length of a shaft between his legs.

“Such a lovely little hen.” The phoenix crooned down at her approvingly, the wings were spreading to either side, forming a mantle over her body.

She felt the long trailing tails spilled between her legs as something began to forma long the small of her back. Her fingers were flexing, the little flutters and dugs stirred through the ashes and revealed fresh burned embers. Dimly, she realized that he was sliding his vent down lower and the wet strands on her skin began to spread over the edges and build. The heat was throbbing wildly, fluttering beneath her skin, making her open her lips wide to pant in show bursts as the warmth flowed back through her. She arched her back up higher in the air, pushing herself back against the beast that pressed against her as the feverish hot mound slipped down to caress against her own.

The moment she felt the damp feathers and the kiss of bare skin she felt a shock of fire tear through her stomach. The wet hot sliding wet flesh caressed against the line of her cunny, rubbing lightly, tentatively, but already her body was responding to it. She pushed herself upwards, trying to put more weight up on her hands and knees as there was a prickle down along the line of her spine and towards the curve of her ass. The sensation was unsettling, but even more unsettling was the way the bird gyrated his hips slowly, steadily rubbing himself along her in a way that made her body react with a surge of lust, a warmth that spread over her loins.

He teased himself in circles, the hot flesh running back and forth so that droplets of the hot liquid ran between her lips and caused her back to arch higher in the air. Her struggles became frantic and short, little movements that tried to break free, but there was no give beneath the phoenix. Instead, she became aware of the fact that her skin was starting to glow and redden, she saw it from the corner of her eyes on her arms as the phoenix delicately tipped his tail down again and kissed along her mound. It was happening too quickly, the shift and surge beneath the feathers that made her body start to tremble in place. Her folds began to grow more and more sensitive by the moment, growing swollen and puffy as the avian caressed over her.

As she watched, her hands began to grow a line of markings, small half curves that ran all the way up towards her elbows, standing out against the skin. Her concentration was jostled by the roll of the hips as the phoenix seemed little bothered by the lack of proper genitals to tease her with, instead he worked in slow rolling caresses that spread her lips open. The markings on her arm became more and more pronounced as she arched her body upwards, pressing back to feel the feverish heat meshing and spreading her walls open wider. It was wholly unlike any sensation she had experienced in life, something almost pleasurable to the point of pain.

The feathers ran along her back, and as they caressed her, she became aware that the markings on her arms were changing, rising upwards from her skin. At first it looked simply like flares of fire from the nest, but it rapidly changed and shifted as she realized that delicate ember fringed feathers began to emerge from her reddened skin. Her fingers were covered in them, the bones sliding and the fingers curling backwards towards her wrist. It was a dull sense of pressure that was made negligible by the intense sensations of the cloaca rubbing against her. He moved harder, gyrating as one heavy foot pushed down on her back and held her to the ground, keeping her pinned as her arms spread open wider.

They would no longer take her weight, she couldn’t do more than flex them as he pushed forward and gave a shove upwards that spilled wetness against her. Lillian’s ragged scream should have brought someone running, but no one came, her arms started to change with her hands turning backwards as heavy feathering began to appear and push outwards. They were vibrant flame bright splashes of color that dazzled her eyes and shaking as longer primaries pushed out from beneath broad hand sized covet feathers. The beak nipped her neck sharply and she jerked her hips up higher in the air, letting him push himself forward before the phoenix slowed, caressing slowly in a circle that seemed to concentrate the slippery heat right along the bud of her clit.

Her entire body went rigid and she moaned out as her arms grew less and less useful in trying to struggle. They were broader, the long primaries trailed outwards and began to spark as her head started to shift and change. The beak gripped her neck tightly, sending out a hot rush of heat that hammered against her in waves, teasing down towards her shoulders as the beak clenched down tightly and refused to let her go as the next rock forward hit against her. Her lips were hardening, she felt them stiffening and pushing outwards as she squeezed her eyes shut and twisted herself about. Feathers were catching against the phoenix above her. She could feel feathers along her back being pushed up against the fever hot stomach caressing against her.

Her legs shifted apart as her wings flexed against her side, her mouth pushing outwards as more feathers began to spread. Where they appeared, she felt bursts of heat and warmth exploding out against her body. Her eyes opened to see a vibrant orange-yellow beak pushing outwards, feathers sliding up along her cheeks as her head began to change shape. She couldn’t stop it, it was liquid fire that was molding her skin and body, spreading back along her neck as her hair began to draw back away from her face. Her tongue was growing more slender, the changes making everything more intense until she could almost feel flames licking beneath her skin and pushing up towards her throat.

She trilled out, the sound wasn’t human at all as her neck grew longer and the feathers were heavier. Her legs were starting to adjust themselves, growing and thinning down as the muscle and bones became adjusted for a creature born to fly instead of walk. The cloaca was stroking a bit faster, the smooth movements going faster, the speed building up to the point that she was nearly choking on the sounds of pleasure. Her mound was swollen and sensitive, the flesh drawn tight and making her shudder in place as she jerked her head backwards. The movement did little as the beak clamped down harder and the cloaca pushed up hard and spread, cupping against her own in an intimate kiss.

For a brief second, she felt the narrow channels that ran along his vent kissing against her and causing her body to tense up. Her forming beak ground together against the ragged cries that were threatening to surface and then he pulled back. Strands of wet arousal clung from him to her, messily falling back down to lather her feathers as she was left shaking and her beak opened almost the entire way with each ragged pant. Her goes were growing longer, she felt them curling as thick talons scraped the ground and fire began to flash along the line of her cheeks. Her head was no longer round and simple, it was elongated, her eyes growing sharper as the scents faded away and were replaced with something like taste.

She could taste the fire, the harsh male on her back, the way the embers were stirring and flames lapped against her stone filled stomach. Even her sex was changing as downy soft feathers spread themselves along her inner thighs and pushed towards her narrow opening. She wanted more, her heart was pounding, her entire body was throbbing with a need that she had no words for. She cried and trilled out, her feathers rousing and flashing fire as she beat her wings and the nest of flames began to grow brighter around her. They were going white near the middle as the male drove himself forward again and began to beat his own wings.

He didn’t thrust against her, there was nothing to sink into her, instead he was rubbing her, making her open herself up to him. The narrow channel that led towards her inner belly was dilating for him as she felt long tail feathers spilling out. She could see her inhuman body, the skin gone, the feathers were blazing fiercely and responding to the male as he began to rock himself roughly against her. She felt his cloaca cupping against her own, not the way that she might press against a female, no, he was exquisitely formed to fit her in this way. His vent engulfed her own, making her feel the heat pulsing in against her as he opened her up and let out a burst of trilling song from his throat.

His toes were flexing against the small of her back while Lillian tipped her head backwards again, fighting to beat her own wings as the pleasure was roaring through her. Her muscles began to spasm and quiver, the little movements that drew him in deeper and deeper. She jerked and gave a fluttering caress against him as he pushed upwards and her walls began to work against nothing. They were opening themselves, the small channels and folds being coaxed as something fiery began to spill into her body. Her eyes widened in shock, her wild call burst free, shrieking out with less melody than the male above her as the thick hot sperm laced seed began to rush through her belly.

It was opening her, spreading and pouring deeper, the pleasure making her talons dig down against the ground roughly, struggling as her body worked beneath him. It was waves of desire and lust, running up to consume her mind in a blast like a furnace as the wet strands spilled into her, gravity and the lung of the hips that tipped the tail under her own, keeping it up in the air, pushed it in deeper towards the vulnerable changes of her tender inner belly. The phoenix let out a shaking noise, her beak parted open as the male released her head and let it drop down into the embers and fire. She could barely catch her breath as the cloaca caressed around her slowly, rocking at just the right angle to startle a burst of sparks from her changed body.

Her wings ached from the awkward spread of them against the ground, they wanted to fold near her side, but she couldn’t get up enough to fold them. Her legs were splayed and bent, the long toes curled against the ashes as the male moved his foot from her back and shifted backwards slowly. His cloaca pulled away from her with syrupy strands dribbling down along the outer edges and running along the outer lips as she was able to scrabble up to her feet again. It didn’t help, she nearly fell down as she lost her balance and a rush of fire burst from beneath her thickly feathered breast, making her stumble backwards.

“You will learn to control it..” The phoenix chirred softly, his beak sliding intimately along the curve of her shoulder. “By the time you lay, you will learn to control all of your body.”

The words were whispered like a promise, making Lillian blanche as she looked wildly around. The distant glimpses of the office that had been burning around her were gone, instead, dark night surrounded them and the burning nest of ash and ember. She could see stars above them, the faint taste of the night air clung to her beak as she swallowed and gave her head a rough shake. It was a dream, all a dream. It had to be a dream. But no dream had left her throbbing quite so badly as this one, and no dream left the feel of wet seed trickling from her used cloaca, matting down newly made feathers.