Part 1: Like a flower in the dawn

"The first human settlers of Crescenia all were renowned scientists. Since the colonization of an entire planet was for the Lewarians of that time, a huge deal. There was an entire world to meet and this attracted of course the curious minds first. Only the later colonials introduced more mundane people to this new world. A world that had proven to be dangerous in many other ways but the original. You see, the scientists first believed the planet to be uninhabited - a strange miss concept, that was only based on the miscalculation of the habitable zone. There was the believe, that the planet was just a couple of kilometers to close to the sun, so that life as the Lewarians knew it, would just not be able to survive. The pictures, that supported this statement however, were coincidentally taken by a space probe on a vapor day. These days occurred only once or twice every ten orbits, during which so much of the water from the equatorial ocean evaporates, that it shrouds the whole planet under a very thick layer of clouds. This unfortunate event caused the whole colonization project to steer into a completely wrong direction, before it was proven - just five years before the first set up colony - that the planet indeed supported a vast range of life forms.

So the first colonist scientists were not prepared perfectly. They hadn't expected a world full with predatory plants and fire breathing dragons. They just thought it to be a very hot, watery planet with nothing on it. But this didn't stop them. To the contrary, they embraced the possibilities and started experimenting with much too less care. Even though the environment seemed somewhat hostile, they somehow were too dazzled to see death on the doorstep. They were so in Awww of everything they found, that they were simply not able to see, that they were a welcome alternative for the already established food chain. And despite all of those settlers being highly intelligent specimens, their achievement of first settling on this green planet didn't last long. Most of the twelve settlements were destroyed within five years. Of the initially over one thousand scientist, no more than a handful survived. But two settlements remained: Grand settlement 1- 160 and outpost 1-254. While the grand settlement now is known as base 2.1, the outpost 1-254 has remained empty."

"What do you mean by empty?"

"Well, according to some drone scans, the outpost is neither inhabited by anyone, nor destroyed by either plants or creatures. It seems to be simply abandoned by the initial scientist. This is very odd, considering their only other possibility."

"What's that?"

"Trying to survive the jungle until they get to base 2.1. It's a 200 kilometer long trip. No roads... They couldn't even fly, since they hadn't got any copters at their disposal. They only could have walked. This would mean certain death."

"Wait, if they didn't have any copters. How did they supply? They were only an outpost. They weren't growing anything, were they? I mean, that wouldn't be feasible..."

The commander grinned. "They were the special ones", he said, "According to the books, they were Botanists, who believed, they could survive from the planets own fertile lands. They didn't grow themselves, they simply harvested, what they found, from the surrounding forest. They didn't even allowed outsiders to come into their facility. They wanted to survive solely on the planets fruits, as they said."

I laughed hard. "So, we know, the mission isn't retrieving the bodies. They most certainly died collecting their food... or eating it. They were fools."

"You are right. Finding them is not in our mission protocol. Especially since nobody has gotten there since it shut down ten years ago. We go to retrieve their knowledge. They were fools probably, but damn successful ones. Even if they were killed foraging in the woods... They had survived three years without anyone's help. This data is very valuable and we are going to retrieve it."

I nodded. We were assigned to investigate the outpost. This was my first mission, the first time outside base 2.1 and it scared me. The commander only wanted to calm me down.

This was two days ago. This morning, we were finally standing in front of the entrance of outpost 1-254. It had suddenly appeared in the middle of the jungle. Black walls designed to keep the outside at bay. It looked brand new. Not a single scratch visible. Whatever happened to this place, maintained it. The door was sealed, but we had an access card. We entered the inner yard, a small place with a little lawn in the middle. The lawn was perfectly cut.

"How can no one be, if even the grass is trimmed?", a colleague asked.

We shrugged not knowing the answer either. The commander told us to split up. We would cover more ground with this. He assigned me to his side. Being the newbie in the group, this made me feel much more comfortable. This outpost gave me goose bumps. Something just didn't seem quite right.

The commander and I entered the building to the west. It was a greenhouse and a damn populated one.

"Keep away from the plants", the commander instructed, "They might be dangerous."

He wouldn't have needed to say that. I was on this planet for long enough to know exactly, what the plant life could do. And so I did, what he said, and walked carefully. There were three lines of plants divided by two narrow paths. While he took the right path, I ventured on the left. For some reason the greenhouse was well planted, with big growing plants all over. It was scary. Not only were the pathways so narrow, that it was practically impossible not to touch any plants, but also was the green around oneself so encapsulating, that it seemed to absorb everything around. I wasn't able to see my commander and after a few steps I could swear, that the plants behind me hugged closer over the path to prevent me from looking backwards.

"Sir", I yelled uneasily, "The plants are moving. This is fucking scary."

"Yes, it is", he answered, "Don't worry, though. I think that these plants just have a very active self defense system. Remember, that the scientist had to plant them here. They wouldn't do that with much too dangerous plants."

I wasn't convinced, for there was a huge flower right in front of me, which petals looked suspiciously like a huge snout, that just waited for someone to come by and eat me. But I had to be tough now. I didn't want to make a fool out of me on my first mission. So I gulped down my fear and sneaked forward.

The greenhouse seemed endless. A continuous stream of plants stretched as far as my eye could see. Though in retrospect, I had to admit, that it probably only were about two hundred meters. But the plants seemed so exquisitely placed, perfectly watched. There was just no way, that they weren't looked after.

"Sir", I said. My hands were shaking in fear and I imagined talking would better that. "Sir, what do you think happened to this place?"

"I don't know", he admitted. His voice seemed a little muffled by all the plants separating us. "It is unusual, though, that it seems so... operated."

We stepped further. Three quarters of the way were already behind us, when suddenly, our radios turned on. The static was too loud and we couldn't understand, what the voice said.

"Speak up", the commander said, "Can't understand you."

"We found the video log station", the voice repeated.

"Good. We are almost finished with the greenhouse. Then we come over. Start looking. If you find anything interesting, put it aside. We'll take that with us."

"Affirmative."

"Good. Let's finish this."

I didn't answer. A dark violet flower had caught my attention located right at the edge of the path. A simple, small, but downright gorgeous flower it was. Its color was so radiant, that it seemed to glow in the shade. I had to inspect it further. But I had to be cautious, despite of its appearance, this could very much be a dangerous specimen. As I came closer, I realized that it emitted a strange, but soothing smell. It smelled godlike to me. A mixture of something sweet and soft, enriched with an entangling scent of muskiness. It seemed arousing.

"Soldier!", the commander yelled, "Are you finished?"

The commander stood at the end of the path line and starred at me curiously. This brought me out of my trance. I shook my head to dispatch the scent from my nose. But it wasn't enough. The flower still clouded my thoughts. I had to eliminate it. My hand reached for the plant. I wanted to pull it out and crumple it into pieces.

"Stop", the commander cried out, "Don't touch it."

I froze, hand drawn out, ready to pull. The commander shook his head firmly. Then he walked over to me and took my hand. For a moment he looked at the flower the same way I did. Then he shook his head "Don't touch anything, remember", he repeated and then with a disgusted look at the plant he added, "This Flower. It's better we destroy it." He took his gun and used the tip to batter the flower down. Fragile as it was, it volatized into small specks of dust immediately.

"Don't breathe", the commander said and covered his mouth and nose with his hand. He didn't know that this would accomplish nothing. The flower had already fulfilled its purpose.

"Let's meet the others", he proposed as soon he was out of reach of the plant. He led the way and I followed, but not without looking back at the flower with a shameful, but longing gaze.

Five minutes later, we had met again with our colleagues in the video log room. It was a wide-open space in the middle of the complex. It seemed as this had been the main hub for the inhabitants of outposts 1-254. There was a dining table, big enough to also host bigger discussions. There was of course the control board with a confusing array of screens and touch panels. It wasn't occupied, even though soldier just about contacted the commander. They were sitting in a chilling lounge, complete with a huge couch and an appropriate table, drinking, what seemed to be some sort of beer.

When the commander saw this, he burst out in a rant: "Goddamn idiots. I said, don't touch anything! This is so old beer. It is certainly contaminated.

One of the soldiers chuckled: "But it tastes damn well. Don't you think comrades?"

He lifted the bottle and all toasted and drank another round. But when they saw the wicked stare of the commander, they froze.

"We are sorry, commander. This won't happen again. We were just thirsty."

The commander sighed. "Show me, what you already found." He pointed to the control board at one end of the room. He seemed stressed and confused. This certainly wasn't the way his man used to behave. Even now, after he already warned them, his best man, officer Winfej, came over with an expression of total annoyance. This wasn't normal. Something was off.

"Show me. Did you find anything yet", he asked as Winfej finally took his place.

He shook his head. "No, sir. The problem is, that the security system is programmed to store everything two years prior to today. Anything beyond two years gets deleted. Since the outpost wasn't inhabited by anyone for at least ten years. Well, no point in actually looking at all."

The commander was furious. "You think so?", he shouted, "Look at this base. Does it look so abandoned to you? It even has food, that is not overdue... There is something here. I know it." And he ordered Winfej and his drinking friends to look up every single video file from this moment backwards.

I didn't participate. I somehow felt a little muzzy since my encounter with the plant. Its scent had stuck in my nose and didn't part. It was so penetratingly arousing, that I had a hard- on while standing there. And beyond that, I found myself feeling very itchy. I tried to conceal it as good as I could. I didn't want the commander to be mad at me as well. He just wanted this mission to go well and I didn't want to jeopardize it. So, I scratched myself very slowly, making sure to just rub the fabric of my clothes hard enough to relief the itch. But the clothes themselves seemed to enhance an unnatural feeling of discomfort. They bothered me and the more I tried to penetrate my skin with my clothes, the stronger the itch got.

"That's the last hour before we arrived. See commander, there is nothing here." Winfey pushed himself away from the control board. But the commander wasn't satisfied. He just took Winfrey by the collar of his uniform and dragged him bag.

"We are going to watch every minute of video, that is stored on this device. I know, there is something."

"Yes, sir", answered Winfey though his voice suggested, that he would rather die, than waste more time on this useless cluehunt.

"Watch your mouth, soldier", the commander reminded him.

I admired him. He kept his people together and they still admitted his command, even though they disliked it. He was a true leader. Handsome and strong, like it was supposed to be. My hands glided over my body, as I was inspecting the commander at work. Still trying to lessen the discomfort of the clothes on my skin, I didn't realize, how I was checking out the commander's butt.

"There", Winfey suddenly said. He stopped a video of this exact room about a day ago. Someone was sitting at the dining table. Or was it something. I stepped closer. My heart began to pound. There was a man sitting in a bright red and orange code. At first, he looked pretty normal, but when I got closer, I realize that the coat, he was wearing, were actually wings. His arms and legs seemed to be also covered in feathers. But the most appealing feature, were his ears. They stood up long from the sides of his head. Just like the ears of a horse, they seemed to twitch at the slightest noise, that could mean harm. But they were covered in the same down- like feather as his arms and legs are.

"It's a Birdman?", said the commander. He looked intrigued. This was certainly not what he had expected. I on the other hand, felt awoken. When I saw the birdman, something deep in my belly fluttered, making me pleasantly uncomfortable.

"Aliosh?"

I needed a moment to actually process, that the commander was addressing me. "What is it, commander?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you. You look pale? Everything all right?"

I nodded, quickly wanting to make sure, that he didn't have to worry. But I glimpsed upon the screen a second time and my stomach began to growl. "I just think, I need to go to the bathroom."

The commander nodded. "Did anyone of you idiots actually find a toilet already?"

"Just piss in the greenhouse. Water the plants", someone shouted from the couch.

"That's a no, I guess", said the commander, "You'll have to find a spot for yourself, I guess. But please, do me a favor. Don't go alone. Take one of the goons with you." He pointed to the couch.

Nobody moved. But before the commander could say something a third troop of four entered the room. This one contained two women.

"Hello commander. We have nothing interesting to report from the dormitory", said one of the women, as soon as she saw the commander.

"Good", he responded, "I think it's best, if you stay here. Unless you have found a toilet. Aliosh is actually looking for a place to relief himself."

The woman, who had reported, I knew her name was Krilla, chuckled at this request, but she said: "Yes, actually. There were toilets there. Shall we escort him?"

"It would be very much helpful", said the commander.

I followed the squad back through the door, from which they had come. We walked through a lot of crossing corridors. I faintly recognized, that this complex was much bigger, than I originally suspected. I tried to follow the pathing, but somehow, I just kept starring at the butts swaying in front of me. Just, why the hell was I staring at the male butts all of a sudden? I shrieked for a moment... Why was I staring at men?

We reached the dormitory within a couple of minutes. We agreed, that the four of them would wait outside the toilet to let me 'finish my business' in peace. I was glad. I didn't tell them, but these clothes were feeling more and more like sandpaper on my skin. I rushed into the toilet and immediately locked the door behind me. The room was to my surprise very clean. Even the mirrors did not even have a stain on them, not a grain of dust. They hung pretty low for my stature, so to take a look at myself I actually had to duck a little bit. When I saw me, I realized how bad I looked. The motivated grin of a young, motivated soldier had already been replaced with an anxious frown. And the green pale skin did the rest to cement the concern the commander had about my health. With a sigh I turned around and realized, that this must have been the toilets for the women in this facility, because there were no urinals in here.

That doesn't matter, I thought to myself. I don't need to take a piss anyway. I wanted to get rid of my clothes, since they were so uncomfortable. I knew, that this was against the rules, soldiers needed to be dressed at all times during the whole mission. But this just needed to be an exception. What if the flower from back there actually sprayed some dangerous chemicals over my uniform? That wonderful musky scent, that it released. Just the thought of it, made me moist. I would need to wash it out as quickly as possible. So, I started opening my jacket to strip me bare.

The burning filth, that urged me to scratch, fell from me within seconds. Helmet, jacket, shirt, trousers, shoes, socks and finally even the underwear. I was naked before I even realized, what I just did. And when the fresh breeze struck my naked body, I sighed in liberated exhaustion and drew my fingers along the flesh. I noticed, that wherever the fabric had touched my skin, it had illuminated in vibrant colors, making me look like a had taken a bad beating. I wanted to scream. This shouldn't be. But I didn't want to bring too much attention to me. This was my first mission after all. I didn't want to be the pussy, that blew it and managed to get himself infected with the first plant, he encounters.

Maybe if I washed it down, I thought. Then it could minder the itching and bring back my skin to normal. I jumped to a sink, immediately opening its valves. I was glad, even the warm water worked! I put my hands under the flowing water and splashed my chest. It felt wonderful. The water seemed to cleanse away all the pain for a moment. I repeated my movements and this time splashed nearly my whole body. A loud moan escaped my lips. The freshness hit me like a warm touch from a compassionate lover.

I faintly recognized a shout from outside the door. "Stop jerking off, dude! You sound like a girl."

I didn't care. I continued my treatment each time moistening my skin and then slowly, but carefully massaged in the wetness. It was intoxicating. Because it felt so good, I decided, that I needed more and so I plugged up the drain and made sure the overflow didn't work. Within a half-minute the sink was full to the brink and the water was about to spill over. I gladly sank down to the floor under the sink and waited for the wetness to arrive. And as it did I started to caress my body slowly, not noticing that it was indeed changing.

The first thing, that happened was the loss of all body hair. This was most noticeable in two regions, under my arms and well... down there. I didn't think much of it, since I guessed it to be a side effect of the flower's spray. But I grew curious, when the hair on my head, seemed to get longer. How could it grow somewhere, while falling out anywhere else?

I stood up and took a look at the mirror. I had to tip on my toes to fully see me. My suspicion was confirmed. This morning I could have sworn, that my hair was just about three centimeters long, but now... It had grown over the length of my shoulders and even beyond that. I smiled. I just had to. Never had I looked cuter in my life. And this hairstyle was both sexy and a little childish.

"Hej, are you watering the facility?", an angry shout from outside came.

I realized, that the water from the sink had spread through the whole room, wetted all of my clothing and even spread to the door. I quickly closed the tap. Then I paused and looked at myself again. I couldn't go out now, I realized. My uniform was drenched and I looked completely different. There was nothing I could say to hide my failure.

"Have you finished? I don't want to stand here all day." The voice started to sound more and more annoyed.

I franticly razed from side to side. What should I do? I needed more time. Time to come up with a solution. A way to be the soldier, the commander needed. I had to explain myself. "I'm sorry", I yelled through the door. My voice somehow higher, "I think I need a little longer. I'm not feeling so well. I guess, it's best, if you get back to the commander."

"Are you alright?", the voice promptly asked.

"Yeah, you sound a little off", a second one interfered, "Do you need help?"

"No, no", I panicked, desperately trying to lower my voice, "I just... well my stomachs feeling weird. That's it." I wasn't even lying. My stomach suddenly felt like someone was stirring it up with a blender. I hugged my midsection and cowered down in the fetal position.

"I think, we should send for the commander", the voice proposed. And even though I protested, saying, that I was okay, I heard the static of our radios. "Sir, I think Aliosh is not feeling well."

Promptly the commander answered: "What is it? Are you being attacked?"

"No, Sir. But he has locked himself in the toilet for half an hour. He flooded the whole room and now is complaining about stomach cramps."

I had to react. The commander mustn't know about my minor problems. I dove for the pile of soaked clothes. Within this mess, there had to be my own radio. I cried out; The clothes brought back the itching and while I was searching, I had to occasionally stop and scratch my arms. Finally, I found the radio, took it out and immediately punched in the call button. "Commander! Everything is in order. They are just pulling a prank on you. I will be finished within a minute, sir."

The radio went silent for a second. Then... "Sir, this is weird behavior", the soldier on the other side of the door said, "I'm going in."

"No", I yelled, but it was too late. A bang like a hammer hit the door. But the lock held for the moment. I sprang to my feet. I sure wouldn't allow them to see me like this. Hastily I scanned the room for a possible second exit. I found the aeriation shaft, but it was only a few centimeters wide, never enough for a whole human being.

A second bang. This time, I heard the lock on the door. It screeched, which told me, it wouldn't survive another hit.

"Common, guys. Help me!", the soldier yelled on the other side.

I quickly summed up my odds. They were four far more skilled soldiers than me. They would easily take me out and I would forever be the idiot, who went nuts on his first mission. But not if I took advantage. They didn't expect me to be naked and that would manage to startle them. This I would use and quickly run out. I could hide and make sure to figure out, what was happening to me. When I did, I would come back and be greeted as a hero. Yes, that would it be... The radio, I would leave behind. I would need both hands to go through four of my colleagues. I grabbed the pile of soaked clothes and tried to withstand the urge to scratch me again. Then I retreated back into one of the toilet stalls.

Not a second too early, because as soon as I closed the stall, the door on the opposite side of the room busted open.

"Aliosh? What's going on?", one of them shouted.

I didn't respond. No need to give away my location yet.

"Look at this mess", one of the female soldiers murmured, "Did he do that? What for?"

They all now entered the room. Since there wasn't that much space, that I could have gone to, they figured out soon, in which stall I hid.

"Come out, Aliosh. We just want to help you", one of them said. I didn't believe him.

From under the door I saw their long shadows creeping. They were just about a meter away. This was the time to strike. Without a warning, I pushed out the door. It swung open and hit one of the women directly in the face. Perfect, I thought. This is going better than planned. I still had the pile of soaked uniform in my hands and decided, that it was best to through it to the right, were the second woman and one of the men stood. Before they even realized, what was happening, they took a load of heavily soaked fabric to the face.

This gave me enough time to deal with the last. This was the soldier, that had kept communicating with me through the door. He stood in front of me, towering over me. He was almost one and a half heads taller. When he realized, I was naked, his mouth snapped open in surprise.

"Why are you a...", he tried to shout, but he couldn't finish. I jumped him, before he could react. He got knocked over, tripping over his own feet and finally crashed onto his head, knocking himself unconscious during the process. I stopped for a second, sitting on top of him with one leg on each side. I looked at his gorgeous face, that still had that look of surprise on it. But I had to go.

As quickly as possible I stood up to my feet and broke out, not even looking back to the soldiers, who kept shouting something. I just ran, randomly going left and right though the corridors, not knowing, which direction I should go. I ran for at least ten minutes, before I crushed through a door, that led me outside. Before me, the outer wall blocked my path. I finally stopped, heavily breathing. In my head, my thoughts were running further.

What just happened. I realized, that I had attacked my own platoon, deliberately and worst of all naked. I panicked. They wouldn't take me back. What did I do? I looked down on myself. I was still naked and I needed to cover my breasts somehow. I turned on the spot and walked back in. And it was at that instant, when I recognized, what the soldier had wanted to say to me, before I knocked him over. "Why are you a woman?"

The doors closed behind me as I took a second glimpse down myself. My chest had definitely grown to a firm a- cup size... I put my hands on them. They felt real. Smooth and a little squishy. And upon applying pressure, there was another feeling. It was a radiating, heat of wetness between my legs. Curiously my hands wandered south. Were just an hour ago a throbbing penis had been, there was now a slit, glistering with female juice. I froze in place. How did that happen?

And then I inspected my body further. I immediately regretted not being in the bathroom anymore, since there was no way to see my face, because the rest of my body was changed almost beyond recognition. I had shrunk almost thirty centimeters, which explained why the soldier had seemed to be so much taller than me. I estimated myself just at about one meter fifty, tiny, even for a woman. But a stunning one. Even from this limited angle I could see my perfect hourglass shape, the slender straight legs and the tiny feet. Even my hands had become sleek and slender. But weirdest of all, I didn't feel wrong in this body. It felt natural. I found myself to be beautiful.

For the first time, since I unwrapped myself from my uniform, I felt the need to cover myself, to somehow not be so exposed as a woman. Unfortunately, I had tossed my clothes away. Not that they would actually fit me now. No, I needed something fitted for a woman, something light, sleek and sexy. For I wanted my body to be just slightly covered at the right places. A uniform would defeat this purpose.

So, I headed back through the corridors, tiptoeing in order not to make any sounds now. I didn't want my former platoon to find me now, not before I'd found something fitting. I made sure to check all the doors and entered all the rooms. But there was barely something of interest for me. Just a bunch of computers, research tables and other scientific stuff. Disappointing. I almost thought about going back to the dormitory, despite the high chances of being captured there. I suspected, that in the women's dormitory, there might be some clothing for me...

But as I checked the last door on that corridor, I changed my mind. It was a big laboratory like the other rooms here, too. But this one had barely any scientific stuff left. Instead the room was hung with a collection of cloths, all colorfully arranged to create an inviting gesture. I gazed upon the effect, since this was clearly a masterful work. The nest looked perfect to my eyes and I stepped into the room to inspect it further, letting the door behind me shut.

A fluffy hand clawed at my shoulder and turned me. There was the birdman we saw on the video log. I stumbled back and tripped. With a slight thud I landed at his feet. The birdman looked down on me. His long feathery ears twitching, hearkening for the slightest sound. He still had a normal face, not unlike mine very human, apart from his ears that was. And a handsome as well. His prominent cheekbones gave him a bold look. His green eyes fixed on mine. He just smiled and reached his hand for me to take it. I hesitated. From his shoulders all the way to his fingertips, his arms were covered in brightly colored feathers. The red and orange formed a pattern, that reminded me of beautiful songbirds of my home world. I took his hand and pulled myself up.

He overtook me by a great margin. As he stood there basically on his tiptoes, he was just a big as the soldier from before. His feet had evolved. They looked like mixture of paws and avian claws with four distinct toes equipped with sharp nails gave him hold. From there on I scanned his body upwards. His legs, much like his arms, were covered with the same feather coat. He wore some sort of wrapping, barely concealing his pubic region. And he didn't wear a shirt. Instead he tucked his wings around him like a cloak. And finally, I reached his head again. Once more I absorbed his manly beauty. It even aroused me.

He chuckled, when he realized, how much I was gazing at his appearance. "Curious to touch?", he asked and without waiting for an answer he took my delicate hand and brought it up to his face. I had to tiptoe myself to be able to actually reach this high up. He placed my hand on the feathers right at his right ear. They wear so fluffy, that I couldn't withstand to caress them. He smiled. I noticed, how close he was. I could feel his breath on my skin. I was standing hear exposed bare in front of a birdman and caressed his ear.

Upon my touch, he closed his eyes. He seemed to like as well. This made me happy. He was not hostile and didn't seem to pressure me in any way unfitting. He just stood there enjoying my touch. But then he started himself. I twitched in surprise, when I felt his hands on my back pulling me into a warm embrace. He drew me even closer, while his plumy hands almost tickled me as they were exploring my narrow back. I didn't fear him. Instead I even laid my head on his bare chest. I felt save.

"It seems, that finally plucked the violet flower", said the birdman, "I welcome you on outpost 1-254."

I lifted my head and look up to him. He smiled. "I guess you are asking, what happened to the others?"

I nodded.

"They wanted to kill me. Thought, I was an abomination. They said, my kind was animalistic, untrustworthy. And that I was dumb."

"You are not dumb", I stated. It was clear. He was as intelligent as I was.

"That's what I'd say. But they didn't listen."

"Why are you still here then?"

"I wanted to conduct more research. I wanted to prove, that I was intelligent. So, they had to leave."

"Did they leave?"

"They were thrown out. To be exact."

He looked down to me, trying to guess, if I condemned his logic. I just smiled at him lovingly. He was right; If they didn't believe him to be intelligent, they would pay the price.

"What is your name?" He looked at me with a clever grin on his lips. It drove me mad.

"Aliosh...", I said, but then I paused. This name was hardly fitting for a woman like myself, "Aliyah."

"My pleasure Aliyah", he greeted, "I am Nakar. And you need something to wear."

He broke up from me, leaving an empty feeling in my breast. I had hoped, that he would hold me forever. He passed me and started throwing some fabric through the room. Then he came back with some deep purple cloth in his hand. "You can wrap yourself up with this. Don't worry, it will not burn, like the synthetic crap you used to wear."

With a shaking hand I took the cloth. Under the stern supervision of Nakar I formed it to a leotard. Making sure the cloth ran right between my legs and just covering the breast. On the back I left plenty of space. I wanted to make sure, that, whenever Nakar held me again, I would feel his every touch.

"You look amazing", he told me, when I finished, "Like a parcel ready to be opened." And he proceeded to lick his lips so sexily, that I could feel my southern lips moist up.

"Will I look like you?", I asked, stepping closer to eagerly strike his plumage again.

"I guess so", he answered, "Your first quill is already blooming." And he lifted my arm up, showing me a single pure white feather, that was definitely attached. I grinned. "Though I'm afraid, it will take a while, until you'll have your wings and even longer until you'll fly."

I frowned. "How long", I pleaded.

"Tomorrow you'll have wings. Flying... well that's up to you."

I couldn't withhold myself. This was such great news. I jumped up, wrapping my arms and legs around him and planted a fast kiss on his lips. He was surprised at first, not expecting the (now very minor) weight upon his. But when he stabilized, he grinned, grabbed my head and kissed me with such compassion, that I nearly melted.

When we finally parted after a minute or two - time really doesn't pass the same way, when you kiss someone you love - he put me down in front of me, a serious frown on his face.

"What is it?", I asked, afraid I might have done something wrong.

"We have to get rid of your friends", Nakar said, "They will not approve our mating."

My eyes glowed in anticipation. I so much looked forward to mating him. "I agree", I said, "We have to drive them out. What do we do?"

"We give them a choice", Nakar said, grinning again, "Either they leave or die."

"How?"

"Easy. I've already got a plan."

And for the next ten minutes, he took me into another embrace, whispering his plan into my ear. I on the other hand nuzzled against him, hoping for more touch.

Part II: The stage is set

The commander had sunken his head into his palm. This mission was a disaster. The squad he'd sent with Aliosh had returned - well three of them. Jackson had been knocked down by Aliosh during his escape. Or should he say 'she'. After he'd received the report from the squad about Aliosh's alarming behavior, they had knocked down the door, finding him bunkered in one of the stalls. But upon asking, he fled. Hitting Geen on the head and distracting Bosh and Krila by throwing his clothes at them. But then he also attacked Jackson, even killing him.

He shook his head. He couldn't believe it. The boy wasn't in his right mind. The idea, he was running through this facility naked was crazy. Even more so after Krila told him, that whoever was in that stall looked so much like a woman, that it was almost impossible, that this was Aliosh. But he had seen some weird shit during his time on this planet. He knew, that seemingly impossible things already happened on missions like this one. What he wanted now, was to make sure, he could end it on his terms.

It was clear, that all the mystery in this facility had to do with this birdman, they saw. Unfortunately, he also seemed pretty clever, avoiding the cameras most of the time. The only thing, they found out so far, was, that this birdman kept coming back here, possibly even lived here for a while. But what brought him to that state, he didn't know. He looked human enough to once have been one. But then, why didn't he care about his appearance? Why didn't he want to revert back to full human?

They had to find him... and Aliosh, too. That's why he'd ordered Winfey to now look at the current video files. They needed a hint on where to find this birdman and where to look for Aliosh. But so far, they didn't find anything. The problem was, that this facility was much bigger, than he'd expected. And some areas, mainly all of the laboratories had cameras, that weren't connected to the mainframe. To look for them, they'd need to go out, leave this place exposed. The commander didn't know how dangerous this birdman was and as long as he didn't need to take that option, he wouldn't split up his group. This mission shouldn't have any other loss reported.

He took a look at them. They seemed restless. Most of them tried to convey laziness, tried to play over the feeling of insecurity. That's what they've been trained for. But he saw it in their eyes. The ever-growing fear, that this mission didn't go as planned. He needed to convey this security, needed to reassure their self-confidence. He now had to be the leader, he was selected for.

"Sir?" Winfey pointed to screen. He had seen some movement. A person wearing feathers.

"It's not him"; the commander stated, "So this has to be..."

"Aliosh?"

He struggled. The squad had told the truth. And not only that. As it seemed. Aliosh's transformation didn't just change his gender. She seemed to become the counterpart to the birdman. This scared him. What was it, that had changed him so drastically in such a short time? How did it affect her? Did she encounter him... Asked him some questions?

"Where is this, Winfey?", he asked.

"Sir, it appears, that she's headed straight this way. What does she have in mind?"

"I don't know. But prepare yourself. Don't let her touch you... We don't know, what caused this transformation."

They grabbed their guns, making sure they were ready to fire. It hurt the commander to tell his men to potentially shoot one of their own - especially since Aliosh was the new guy. But he had no choice. If she attacked them again, they needed to take action. It was a simple as that.

There was a knock on the door.

"She's here, sir", Winfey looked back at the commander. "Shall I open?"

The commander nodded. "Stay calm. She might be a little disturbed. Such a transformation... well" He looked at the squad of three. "just beware."

The door opened. There she stood. The commander's jaws dropped in astonishment. It had been just about an hour ago, when he last saw her. She was male back then and certainly didn't have any feather. This transformation moved fast and that made it even more dangerous. But on the other hand, he had to admit that she now possessed a certain sexy charm. The male Aliosh was just some guy, about one meter eighty-two, broad- shouldered, well- trained. A soldier fresh from training. This woman was nothing like that.

She was significantly smaller than he used to be. Even though she had chosen to stand on her tiptoes, she barely managed to stand up to one sixty. But beyond that, she was a perfect female. None of the women in his platoon could compare to that. It might be the uniforms. The small, but well fitted leotard- like cloth she wore, just accented her incredible curves. Her hourglass made her look fragile on first glance, but he could see, that she hadn't lost any muscle. She might be just as or even stronger than before. Her hair had grown, giving her a rogue like cut, ending just at her shoulders. And through them, he saw two very small humps, barely visible yet. But he was sure, that those ears in time would grow as big as they were on the birdman. Her arms and legs had already sprouted some fluff. Nothing major. Under the white an occasional violet, there certainly was a lot of human skin. But it was the way she walked, that made him worry most. She swayed her hips from side to side, as if she'd always been this way. If there was a catwalk for birdladies, she would definitely crush the competition. Nothing of this woman reminded him of the insecure soldier from an hour ago.

She just stood there, curiously waiting for them to move.

"Aliosh?", the commander asked, "Is this you."

Her head twitched in his direction, looking him straight in the eye. Her irises had taken on a daunting deep blue color. She nodded, then she said in a clear voice: "Yes, it is me."

Her voice echoed in the room like a bird's song, making all of them shudder in unease. What would she do.

"Why are you here?", the commander asked.

"Am I not part of this platoon?", she countered. Her brows rose a little. The cute face sprinkled with a little misgiving.

The commander hesitated, then he answered: "You are. But you also attacked a platoon, that was supposed to help you."

"I am sorry", she said honestly, "I was afraid, dizzy... they cornered me. I wasn't thinking clear."

"You killed Jackson!", yelled Krilla from the back. She stood there shuddering, gun raised, finger on the trigger.

Aliosh gasped in horror and stumbled backwards. "I didn't want to... I mean... I was..." She fell to the floor, crying like little child. Her body jerking in tremors. "I am sorry... I didn't want this. It was an accident!", she winced, "It was the flower. This blue flower. It cursed me. Look at me."

And she rose her tear covered face. Her voice filled the room with a disgusting cry for help: "I want to change back. I want to become normal again! I am hideous!"

Nobody came to her rescue. But the commander could see the pain in some of their faces. Especially the men. This was nothing more than a damsel in distress.

"If you want to become normal again. Why did you flee? Why did you attack? We wanted to help you!" This was Krilla again. Contrary to most of the platoon, she still gritted her teeth at the girl crying in front of her.

Aliosh sniffed and looked at her. Honest guilt painted on her face. "I thought, I could solve this myself. I didn't want to be the idiot, who managed to jeopardize the first mission he is on."

"So, you went on and straight up killed one of us. Great idea." Krilla's face was disturbed in pure hatred. Her finger was still on the trigger.

"Stop it, Krila", said the commander. He walked over to her and put a hand on the barrel. "I think, she is telling the truth."

But Krila didn't want to listen. "Even if, sir. Look at it." She nodded at the girl laying at their feet. "What are we supposed to do... There is nothing, that we could do to turn her back."

"Maybe there is", the female Aliosh interrupted, "The flower. You squashed it, sir. Remember?" She glanced at the commander with sore puppy eyes. "Maybe if we take that flower with us, we could analyze it in the lab at base 2.1?"

For a second, the commander stopped. Krilla was right. As far as he knew, nobody could reverse such a drastic transformation. But he pitied her. He looked down at Aliosh. She still cried like a girl. There was not much of the former soldier left in her. And transformation didn't seem to stop. Even during this brief conversation, he could swear, that he saw her fluff expanding, adding more and more of these feathers. She seemed to have more purple on her now and the small nubs on her head, her ears, they had grown already a centimeter. If there was anything, they could do, they needed to act fast.

Then Krilla spoke once again. "How do you know, that it was the flower? Why are you so sure, that this caused the transformation?" She looked down on her with a grim face.

This time, Aliosh didn't hesitate. She whipped away her tears from her cheeks and looked straight at Krilla. "You think I'm dumb", she said, suddenly in a calm voice. A frown of disapproval showing. "To be clear: It was the only thing, I came into contact with here. It is just logical."

"I don't believe you", Krilla hissed maliciously, "Where do you know it from?"

There was silence, then... "I saw the birdman", Aliosh said. The sentence left them all hanging. "He told me, this was because of the flower. I didn't believe him at first. But he told me to get the flower quickly. He said, that I wouldn't have much time."

"This means, he is in the facility?", interrupted the commander.

Aliosh sighed. "Yes."

"Where?"

Another sigh. This time much deeper. "In the laboratories. He has his nest there?"

"We have to get him", Krilla shouted. She was approved, all her colleagues nodded and then looked at the commander in anticipation for the command.

The commander, though, stepped closer to Aliosh, even helping her to her feet. "Aliosh", he said in a soothing voice, "We need your help to find him. He is the solution to finish the mission."

"What about the flower?", she whispered.

"We are going after it as soon as we have him", he promised, "But he might know more. More about this place and more about your... condition."

It only took her a single breath to decided. "Yes, I will help you."

The commander nodded in approval. "Let's go lads. To the laboratory", he shouted.

She led the way and they all followed. The commander was surprised how fast she kept going. She hadn't opposed his idea of capturing the birdman at all. He had expected, that with her being in a similar position, she would pity him. But there was no such thing in his words. He looked to the side. Krilla was walking right there, gun still locked on the birdlady in front. "She doesn't trust her at all", he thought, "That's actually good. I trust her too much."

They kept an eye open. There was still the possibility, that the birdman wouldn't stay in his nest and attack them on the move. Or, even worse, thinking about leaving for good. As far as he could consider, the birdman was as intelligent as any human being.

After some minutes, they arrived at the entrance to the labs. Aliosh pointed on the very first door to the right. "His nest is in here", she said.

The commander nodded, putting a finger on his lips to show his platoon to be quiet. They positioned around the door, making sure, that they could enter safely. Then pulled the ledge. The room wasn't locked. He slammed open the door and was surprised. The room was filled with cloth sheets, all vibrant colors. They arranged around the middle of the room, covering the floor, the walls, even the ceiling. And in the middle, in something that looked like a cozy bed, sat the Birdman.

Without hesitance, he drew his weapon, pointing it directly on the birdman's head.

He didn't seem to might. Upon entering, he simply looked up with a cheeky smile. "Welcome", he greeted, "Though I have to admit. I didn't expect quite as many." He slowly stood up, showing of his red and orange feathers to all of them. "What do you want?"

The commander took a deep breath, then he said: "You will come with us. We will bring you to base 2.1 and you will help our friend Aliosh." He pointed to Aliosh, who was standing awkwardly on the side.

The birdman kept smiling. "Oh, I will help Aliosh. SHE has the same problem as I had." He came closer, not even flinching when they all pointed the guns to his heart. "But I am afraid, that I can't come with you, you see. This is my home... has been for a lot of years. I don't consider leaving it all too soon."

He was now so close, that his bare breast was practically touching the guns. With a devilish grin, he pushed the barrels aside and came even closer. "But I have a feeling, that you don't really need me. You need answers! About this place! And about how to change Aliosh back!"

Krilla was standing right in the doorway. Her gun shivering, while she used it to hold the birdman at a distance. He turned and looked at the commander. "Tell them to get out of the way. I want to show you something, so you can all return to your favorite home base and leave me the hell alone."

The commander noticed, that the birdman still smiled. Even though at least ten guns were ready to shoot him, he wasn't concerned. He had to admit, he admired his bravery. "Let him out, Krilla. We are going to see, what he wants to show us."

Part 3: Bloom

The look on Krilla's face was adorable. I could see the anger in her, but at the same time, she didn't want to disobey the commander's orders. She swayed to the side with a hefty grunt. And the pouty look she gave to Nakar as he passed her, was even more priceless.

I waited till everybody left, until I picked up, what I knew Nakar had left me here. There, right where he had sat down, he had placed it, a small casket. I picked it up and looked at the door. No, now wasn't the best time to open my gift. I needed the perfect opportunity for that. I stuffed it right under my garments, careful not to pick a spot, where it was too obvious. With a hidden smile, I caressed my new plumy arms and then followed the troop through the door.

Nakar led them two doors further. Here laid the biggest laboratory of the entire complex. It was equipped with almost everything, the heart desires. A dissecting table, a whole array of cupboards filled to the brink with equipment, a row of benches along the walls for visitors and most important: A giant screen.

When I entered, I locked the door behind me, making sure, nobody would notice. Then I snuck around to the side of the room, where there was a second door. This led to a small and most importantly sealed surveillance room.

Meanwhile, Nakar stood beside the television, looking into the crowd. "I guess, you are all wondering, what happened to the scientists that lived here. And as you have already discovered, there is no evidence left on the main computer. Bad programming, I might add. But luckily, the labs had their own system, only recording, when someone wanted it to. So now, please enjoy our latest edition of 'How my coworkers died:".

He clapped into his hands and the room went dark for a second. Then the screen went on. It just barely lit the faces of the soldiers. And the light was bright enough to conceal, that Nakar was sneaking over to me.

On the screen you could see a bunch of scientists in clean scrubs, ready for a dissection. The benches around them were filled. It seemed like everyone in the complex had attended this special session.

"Let's begin", said one of the scientists in scrubs. He took one of the scalpels and walked over to the table. On it laid something, that looked like a bunch of purple feathers. But then I saw it to be moving. And then I saw a face. It looked quite similar to mine now. But this birdlady was strapped down and the look she gave the scientists was one of pure hatred.

"So, we will now start to dissect the specimen", the scientist said to the audience, "Let's see, how human it actually is."

He ordered his assistants over to hold down the body. The birdlady on the table started to struggle. "Release me", she yelled. But the scientists were relentless. They pressed her down, so she could not even move an inch.

"We are going to start with a chest opening", the one with the scalpel said. And then he put the blade between her breasts. He laughed at her face and I could see his lips form the words 'this will only sting a little'. Horrified, she spat him in the face, but he didn't butch. Instead, he drew the blade all across her torso, all the way to the hipbone.

She screamed in pure agony. But nobody came to help her. The scientist cleaned his face and repeated the motion with scalpel, drawing the blade deeper into her skin. Blood drizzled from the wound, splashing their coats. They didn't stop.

A third time, the scientist repeated the motion. The birdlady screamed so loud, the recording spiked. I couldn't watch this. I couldn't control myself. My hand searched for Nakar's. "Please don't let them kill me", I whispered.

Nakar had tears in his eyes. But when his hand took hold of mine, I could feel the warmth and assurance.

The scientist repeatedly cut the birdlady. More and more blood spilled the table, showering on the floor. Her cries grew quiet after a while. She whimpered first, then she went silent.

Suddenly, there was a look of surprise on the scientist's face. He had laid down the scalpel for a moment and look at the birdlady's stomach. Blood splattered out of it, but that was not, what had taken his attention. His wicked smile had expanded into a horrific chuckle. Then he plunged both of his hands into the birdlady's stomach. Everyone watched fiercely, while the scientist randomly swayed around his hands. Then he withdrew his hands and with it a large, blood-covered stone.

"Alijah", Nakar whispered in my ear, "We have to go."

I nodded as he took me by the hand and pulled me through the door to the office.

"Do you have my gift?"

I grinned and pulled the small casket out from my garments.

"Perfect!", he grinned and planted a fast kiss on my lips. Then he sealed the door shut. "Time for the finally."

I watched the screen through the glass of the surveillance room. The scientist had cleaned up the stone. I gasped. It was an egg. The birdlady had an egg in her. She had been pregnant. And those scientists just killed her, just to see how she looked from the inside. They were sick, evil beings and they deserved to die.

The door of the laboratory got kicked open. A rush of yellow and orange feathers flew in. The scientists had no time to react. He swooshed in and buried his clawed hands in the lead scientist, who held the egg. He dropped down at the place and the birdman took the egg, carefully placing it on the table next to its dead mother. A sad look came into his eyes, when he saw his love lying dead before him.

Then he turned and now furious anger was all that was seen. One of the assistance had gotten a scalpel to his hand. He was the first to attack. He plunged the blade deep into the birdman's back. He didn't care, instead grabbing him with his claws and then he throwed him through the room. But he didn't stop. He jumped one scientist after another, killing everyone who tried to flee or attack him. It lasted about five minutes.

He was the only one left standing in the room. Finally, he came down from his rage. He pulled the blade out of his back. He was panting heavily. He limped towards the table in the middle and took the egg with him. But before he could make an exit, he tripped. The egg landed in front of him right in the doorway. He didn't stand up anymore. He lay there in midst of all the other corpses and his wife. Dead.

The light came back on. The soldiers blinked, some of them even had tears in their eyes. Then they saw, that Nakar was gone. They looked around and found him standing in the surveillance room, together with me. This was the time...

"Why did you show us this?", the commander asked.

Nakar activated the microphone. "Because this was the first thing I learned about you humans. You pursue science, but not for the better of life. You seek to destroy it."

"But everyone died", said the commander, "Nobody was alive in the end. Nobody won."

"I survived", Nakar answered.

He met puzzled faces. It took them a couple of seconds, that Nakar was actually hatched from the egg the scientists retrieved. I looked up to him, smiling proudly.

"What does this mean?", the commander looked puzzled, when he finally realized, that Nakar was holding my hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you holding Aliosh? Why are you hiding behind this glass?"

I smiled. Carefully I presented his present to my former boss. "He is my mate, sir", I said with indigenous pride. And I opened the carcass to reveal the squashed petals of the blue flower. I made sure, that the commander saw them, before I took all of them into my mouth and swallowed them.

Curing warmth flowed my body. I embraced it. This would seal my transformation. I could feel how the feathers on my arms began to grow quicker. Unlike Nakar, they preferred a pattern of deep purple. My feet changed, they adjusted, so I wouldn't be exhausted anymore, standing on my tiptoes all the time. I now was digitigrade. Then there were my ears. I let them twitch and turn, when I felt that they grew almost to twenty centimeters. And finally, the humps on my back. Oh, how I had awaited those. The wings grew quickly and in my excitement, I made them flutter, accidentally hitting Nakar slightly with it. Within a minute I had finally taken my true form beside my mate, standing proud as one of the Oresteia.

The commander's jaw had dropped. He seemed conflicted. I saw, that my transformation amazed him, made him happy, because I was. But on the other hand, he looked terrified.

"You can call me Alijah", I told him.

He nodded with a grim face. "Why did you lie to us?"

"I wanted to test you. And we needed a ground, where we would have the upper hand."

"Test you for what, bitch?", this was Krilla again. Her gun was on point, switching hastily between Nakar and my heart.

"If you'd accept us... And leave us be", explained Nakar.

The commander didn't answer straight away. This was a mistake, because Krilla did. And she did loudly. "You expect us to accept you? You killed Jackson... Your mate's dad killed about thirty of Lewaria's best scientists, you lie to us to trap us in the same lab, his psycho dad killed said scientists? You've gone mad, bitch! I tell you. I couldn't trust you or your stupid... fucker." And then she pulled the trigger.

The bullet didn't puncture the glass. It simply left a small dent.

"Wrong answer", said Nakar and then he pushed a small red button on the board. A small note under it told me it's purpose: Cleanse.

I couldn't watch. In nuzzled myself into Nakar. His warm heartbeat gave me the comfort I needed now. Even though I knew, that they had to die, I didn't like it. They used to be my friends and the commander wasn't all that bad. He genuinely cared for me. Not as much as Nakar, but still. But he had his commands and there was no way, he would have just left us alone. He would have reported to base 2.1 and we'd be screwed. Now we might still have some time to prepare. A way to make sure, nobody would ever disturb us again. But for now, I had to endure the cries, the shots, the pleadings... They couldn't escape. They walked right into our trap like dumb mice. Who were the lab rats now, I thought. I smiled as felt Nakar happily stroking my head to comfort me.

We waited for almost half an hour, before we left the surveillance room again. The cries had seized and left the facility in pure silence. I expected there would be a lot of blood. But when we stepped out into the laboratory, there was nothing but freshly waxed floors. My old life was gone for good and I was glad. I took Nakar's hand and squeezed it gently. Together we exited the room to go back into the nest. We were tired. Tomorrow would be a good day to start a new life.

Epilogue:

Nakar woke me the next morning with a tender kiss on the neck. I had fallen asleep in his arms, nestled safely within his strong grasp. He was still lying behind me, holding me close with one of his arms. He didn't break the kiss, instead continued sucking on this very specific location, that made me tremble in excitement.

"Morning", I moaned. I took his arm and tried to convince him to pull me even closer. He obeyed.

"Morning", he answered mumbling. He somehow still didn't break the kiss. The extra vibration made lust pool between my legs. I jerked backwards into him, feeling a certain hardness.

"What do you have in mind?", I asked hoarsely. My voice was crumbling under the small little touches he did to me.

"I don't know", he answered. His fingers played with the edge of my leotard. He came dangerously close to my breasts. He wanted me... And I wanted him.

"We could continue like this", I suggested. I boldly took his hand and placed it on my breast. The tingle made me moan out load.

"You seem to be up for something", he said. I just bucked into him a second time and made sure to really grind into his hardness.

"I have a strong feeling, that you have the same thing in mind?"

He giggled. His hands flew over me, touching me slightly, caressing me, then pulling at the cloth. He continued on doing this, until I almost couldn't handle it. Then suddenly he placed his hand right between my legs, feeling the wetness, that had pooled there since I woke up.

I reacted promptly. I wanted to feel him more. Everywhere. In a swift motion I turned, swaying one leg over him and force him onto his back. Now I was on top of him. In control, ready to attack him with everything I got.

He grinned cocky. How I loved that smiled. And I darted forward to kiss him deeply. Without hesitation he opened his mouth to invite my own. We kissed, battled for dominance and all the while, I ground into him, bringing him and myself closer to the inevitable release.

His hands grew bolder. Soon he started to attack my garment frequently. He grabbed my breast through the side. Nestled with them on the back. I couldn't withhold. Within seconds he had managed to unravel the top half. Now he could freely attack my breast at will. But he didn't give me the pleasure. Instead he roamed downwards, all the way to my feet. Carefully massaging them.

I couldn't withhold the moan.

"You like that?", he asked.

"Owww yes", I confirmed and ground into him as a reward.

"Then there is more." With his great strength he rolled us around, making sure not to hurt me in any way. Before I knew it, he was on top and he didn't hesitate. He took one of my clawed feet into his hands, further massaging them and sending more waves of pleasure through my body. Then if worked his way upward, making sure not to miss any spot to kiss.

When he finally arrived at my burning core. He looked at me hesitantly. "Do you allow?", he asked. I answered him, when I took the rest of my garments and threw them through the nest.

He grinned again and gladly plunged his tongue into my slit. Me, who had lived all his live as a male, did not anticipate the pleasure that crushed over me.

"Nakar!", I shouted and pressed his face between my legs.

I could feel his tongue darting into my wetness and hitting this one spot right on top of the slit. Over and over and over. Before I knew, what really happened, I couldn't hold it anymore. My hips bucked and I came so hard I could see stars in front of me.

I didn't know, how long it lasted, but when I came down from my heights, Nakar grinned at me with the face of an unsung war hero. I looked at him with a smile. "Being female is so much better."

He chuckled at that.

Now I wanted to repay him, so I sat up and nestled at his trousers. His penis sprang loose and stood erect right in front of my face. I took it with my hand and wanted to put my head on it, but Nakar stopped me.

"I want to come with you, he said."

I looked at him lovingly. He seemed so unsure, when it came to sex. But this was more than okay for me.

"But only if I can ride you", I demanded. And I pushed him backwards, so that he lied in front of me. His penis stood there, ready to ride.

I sprang forward, landing with one leg on each side again. His hard monster already poked me lips and so I just barely pushed down. His penis filled me to the brim. Never had I felt something alike. Even though I already had come, this brought me back on track within seconds.

I wanted it to be intimate. Our wings pulled around us, shielding us like a cocoon. I started humping him slowly at first to make sure, that I could feel all of his length in me. But I couldn't hold back for long. It didn't take a minute for me to furiously pound his cock and come again. I bucked against him hopelessly, moaning his name over and over. I could feel my second orgasm approaching. With his cock inside me, it felt even better. My tunnel expanded and clenched down on him. I wanted his seed. I wanted to become pregnant. To give us kids.

"I love you Nakar", I moaned.

"I love you Alijah, my mate."

We couldn't hold back any longer. One final time I crushed onto his length, when I felt the warm, sticky fluid enter me. This brought me over the edge as well and I collapse on top of him, moaning, trembling and bucking like crazy.

It seemed like hours before I came down from this orgasm. And when I finally looked up, Nakar looked at me with a satisfied, yet hungry look.

"Ready for round two?", he asked.

I nodded.