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Ch4

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I hummed lightly, warmness covering me as I woke up. For a second I started, the strange feeling of feathers unnatural, but then I relaxed. I lifted my hand and rubbed it along Tiran's, only to feel a scraping sensation. It was light and felt good, but it was scraping, unlike the feeling of his hands last night.

I opened my eyes and immediately adjusted to the warm orange glow that was in the room, small mirrors angling and diffusing the light around from outside. I looked down at Tiran's hands and gasped, waking the hawk-man from his light slumber.

My fingers were narrower and now ended in tiny claws, my skin having turned a shiny gray. It was rough looking and small ridges played over my knuckles. I sat up quickly, jerking out of Tiran's arms, and getting a grunt from him as a response. Half way up my forearms, the gray skin ended, blue pin feathers sprouting along the backs of my arms, while a light green speckled the insides.

The feathers were longer the farther they went up my arms, and by my shoulders were full grown. I looked at my chest, light green feathers covering my front, all the way down past my knees, the outer color of cerulean contrasting nicely against the shade. I ran my new hands through the feathers on my front, the soft velvety feeling consuming my thoughts.

On the left part of my chest, the feathers were discolored, a silver pattern resting where my injury had been yesterday. It still held the feather shape, though if my feathers themselves were not straight it resembled a spiraling rune.

I ran my hands down my legs, rubbing past where my genitals had been yesterday, but now what remained was a slit. I didn't panic at that, knowing well from my enslaved childhood years at the bathhouse that dragon males had slits, and assuming it was the same for birds.

Further down my feathers shrank again, giving way to the same shining gray/black complexion that now covered my arms and hands. My lower legs were thinner than before, the hard skin truly looking similar to what Tiran had.

My feet were changed entirely, three fully formed toe claws coming from the front, while one came from the back, giving me a raptorial look. I teased the toes, feeling the roughness from the skins rubbing against each other and appreciating the new sensation.

Tiran's hands settled on me from behind and he rubbed against my shoulders, eliciting a moan from me. My voice and tone was now higher pitched, almost musical in what I heard. He moved his hands down to my back and leaned forward, inhaling against my shoulder.

"You are one beautiful bird. You know that?" Tiran lifted his head from my shoulder and moved his hands to my chest, stroking through the feathers and twirling the silver pattern into spirals. "You look so good like this."

I hummed happily, letting Tiran's hands drift to my stomach and back. "You're a tease." I murmured. "Why am I a bird?" I questioned, my now musical voice raising and lowering, almost hypnotizing myself.

"It started when I took the blood coin." Tiran stated. "A little twist of magic started its unraveling, and when I brought you back and healed you, the silver coin started the change... Are you mad at me for changing you?"

I paused at this question, tensing lightly. Was I mad? I was forced out of my weak human form, released from my blood-bond, and now had what seemed to be a very loving hawk-man holding me close as I sat on his bed.

I was now free to make my own choices, and if when I was done changing I looked anything like Tiran, I would be a beautiful flying creature. So was I mad?

"I could never be mad at you." I whispered. "You saved my life, and now I will be even further from my past. I love you."

My words seemed to make Tiran freeze, and I wondered if I was wrong to admit my feelings for him so fast. I felt my face grow hot and I lifted my hand to rub against it. Instead of meeting a nearly flat, humanistic face, I was surprised to feel a hard bulge where my mouth was. I ran a claw over the protrusion, realizing it was the start of a beak, yet still soft and fleshy like my lips had been.

Tiran started moving again, wrapping his arms tighter around me, and nuzzling into my neck, his beak rubbing perfectly into the crook. "I love you, too." he whispered back, "I loved you since I first laid eyes on you. It's why I made you talk to me, and why I had you eat with me at the restaurant. It's why I wanted to give you praise in front of your boss and why I was going to ask you to go out with me after you were finished with work.

I'm sorry that I didn't know you were a slave and that you would be hurt by what I was doing, but I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to move slowly, going to dinner with you and getting to know you more. I love you." Tiran's words cracked on the last sentence, as he started crying into my neck.

"It's okay." I stated, rubbing a newly clawed had across the top of his head. "You really wanted to ask me out?"

"Yes," he sniffled, regaining composure. "I'm sorry I changed you without asking. You looked so handsome as a human though, that I couldn't resist seeing you as a bird." Tiran took a deep shuddering breath before continuing. "You are the most beautiful male I have ever seen. You shine even in this small amount of light, and your skin reminds me of one of my happiest memories..."

"Can you tell me the memory?" I asked, lost in his voice and praise for me.

"It was a long time ago. After it rained I went to fly, and got lost." embarrassment creeping into his voice. "I flew a long way and the forest opened into a large clearing. The ground was completely black, but shone in the sun. Water droplets covered the stone and reflected the lights different ways as I walked past it. I brought a piece of the stone home with me, and was informed that it was slate."

"Slate. My skin looks like slate." I mused aloud, trying the word in my new beak. "It sounds wonderful. And... if y-you agree, I think that I would like it as a n-name."

I blushed at asking him this, and leaned back, feeling my face burn. He would never agree to it. Tiran had probably already thought of something, or would find my request laughable compared to all the other names out there. I liked it though, and waited for his response, hoping beyond hope that he would think it a good name.

He paused his response, building my worry that he would break down laughing at me when I wanted so badly to please him. "It's wonderful." he said finally. My face broke into a smile as he said this. Tiran had not thought me childish or dull. He truly thought it was wonderful. I leaned further back and turned my head to him.

I had my lips/beak against his, locked into the wonderful golden mas that was behind me. He froze as I kissed him, then recovered and pushed back, slipping his agile tongue into my mouth. I twined my slightly thicker tongue against his and let my body go lax, only held up by Tiran's arms. His beak was stiff, but gave some and locked the edges completely, sealing the kiss.

We eventually broke the kiss and sighed in mutual happiness. My feathers were now slightly slick from sweat, the somewhat sweet odor hanging in the room.

"Did you really want to go on a date?" I asked, shyness creeping up on me.

"Yes, I do. How about we go to your old place of work for dinner tonight and torture your ex-boss?"

All I could do was smile in return. "How about a bath first?"

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The bathing area was huge. Bare rock walls held a sheen of moisture as the natural hot spring filled a large area in the middle of the room, steam coming from its bubbling surface. Tiran led me further in, having shucked his clothes in the bedroom and grabbed a towel for each of us.

He was beautiful, the chocolate brown on his tail tip fading seamlessly into his golden rump. Now that he no longer wore his vest I could see that his chest feathers were a shade lighter than the rest on his body, even with the mixed in speckles. His front was wonderful and sleek, the feathers covering all of his skin better than any clothing.

I confirmed my theory about slits when he had taken off his own clothes, and had noticed that he had some how undressed me in the night. To my right was a full length mirror, not steamed up in this humid room.

I looked closely, examining myself fully for the first time. I had a crest of blue feathers near the back of my head that looked nice. All of my exposed 'skin' was the dark gray, almost blak, including my forming beak. My eyes had grown and turned color, now a wonderfully chilling ice blue. Black marks traced from the top of my beak and stretched under my eyes. They trailed down the sides of my face and circled back, closing in near the base of my neck, the inside of the circle a slightly darker green than the rest..

My chest and stomach were light green,the color not too obnoxious, and was pleasing to the eyes. The green also formed patches along the underside of my arms and lined my crotch down to the inside of my legs.

My back was blue with the exception of my wing bulges and tail feathers. So far my back had only bulged slightly, Tiran assuring me that after another rest my wings would be full grown, the green moving mostly to the underside. My tail feathers were half the length of Tiran's and had the same green as my neck running through the feathers on the underside, continuing from my ass.

Tiran walked up behind me, wrapping me in a hug as I examined myself, barely six inches taller.

I blinked at the mirror and compared heights again. "Am I taller?" I asked, disbelieving that I was now what seemed to be a foot taller than before.

"Yep," Tiran replied cheekily, "I'd say six one or so. It seems that when I changed you, the magic didn't like your height."

I chuckled at the comment. No matter how strange the height difference was, it was nice to still be smaller than Tiran.

"So, does my beautiful little bluejay need a lift to the tub?"

"I'm a bluejay?" I questioned, thinking back to the many times I had seen the small blue and white birds. I did look very similar to them, the head crest and black markings on the chest exactly the same, as well as the nice shade of blue. "Then why am I green on the front?"

"To answer your questions little jay," Tiran said, running a hand through my crest, "Yes you are a bluejay, but it seems you have a little bit of tropical in you too. It's nice, isn't it?"

I nodded then let out a half squeal, half yell, my bird vocal chords making the noise sound nice, as Tiran slung me over his shoulder, walking the five feet to the tub. I was tossed in head first and came up gasping for breath only to get splashed as Tiran jumped in.

I giggled as he came up and splashed him in the face, getting one back myself before I leaned back into my love, wrapping my hand around his and wondering if I would lose a finger to have the same amount as Tiran.

I sighed in content as he rubbed my back bulge, relieving the pressure there and then reaching around to twirl my chest mark again. I truly liked the swirled pattern and tried to get it locked into my head. The silver line reminded me of letters. An upside down u at the top, an x in the middle and a u on the bottom, though only the left sides of the u's connected with the x. I decided that from now on that's how I wanted it to look.

A burst of light flashed from my chest and when I looked again my feathers were flat, the swirl now the main pattern. I smiled and looked at Tiran, who still seemed light dazed. I leaned in for a kiss and drove my fears of dinner to the back of my mind, relaxing here and now with the one I love.

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