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"Man, I thought my Switch was never going to get here!" Kyle slammed the door of his apartment and practically ran to the couch, grabbing a pair of scissors off the table as he ran to the couch. He practically jumped into the air before landing on it with a soft thud, smiling wider than a kid on Christmas morning as he rushed to tear open the box. The scissors ran along the tape keeping it closed before he threw the box open and was greeted to more packing peanuts than he had time for. Kyle's Switch order was delayed by a month, and he had to suffer through plenty of his friends playing the new Zelda game and talking about how amazing it was for the past few weeks. He couldn't stand it - especially since he was the biggest Zelda fan of them all. But finally, it was here!

Packing peanuts went flying in a massacre of styrofoam as the brunette got to work, the floor quickly littered with the small scraps as he was digging deeper and deeper into the box. Which...was confusing since a Switch isn't all that large. He was starting to get confused, more and more of the peanuts flying out of the box as there literally wasn't enough room for the Switch to be hiding in it. "The hell?" He said under his breath, leaning into the box a bit more before he saw something. It certainly wasn't a Switch, but maybe it would tell him exactly what was going on. He let out a soft grumble under his breath, throwing the last of the small styrofoam peanuts aside before he found a manila folder at the bottom of the box. Strange, considering that could've been sent without a box, but maybe he won some sort of prize or something? He better have, or else he was going to send a VERY angry Twitter message directly to Nintendo' PR run account.

As he picked up the manila folder, it felt strangely heavy and there was something in the middle of it. Weird, he thought to himself before turning it around and tearing the seal off before opening the folder and dumping it into his hand. Much to his surprise, there were no letters, no cards, and no explanation as to where his Switch might've been. Instead, he just felt two heavy rings that seemed somewhat oversized fall into the palm of his hand. To say he was confused was a severe understatement. "...that's it?" He said, almost not believing it a he turned the rings over and let them rest on his jeans. "Just two...what are these, bracelets?" He took a closer look, his brown eye focusing as he pushed his hair out of the way. Upon closer inspection, Kyle could see there was the smallest tag attached to one of them with one word printed on it in very small type. Lifting that ring up in a hand, he brought it closer to his face before turning the tag over with his thumb.

'A N K L E T S'

And that was it. Kyle raised a brow, mouthing out the letters for a moment before he figured it out. "Oh, anklets." He said to no one, turning them over a few time in his hand. "Why would someone send me anklets? And where the hell's my Switch?" He let out a sigh, using his free hand to scratch at the back of his head as his frustration was giving way to confusion. Whatever the reason, he got some anklets in the mail from a major gaming company. This would likely make for a good story at some point, but in the meantime, he was pretty angry. "Anklets...wait, anklets?" His voice trailed off as he thought about it for a moment, suddenly pulling out his phone and searching for something quickly. It took a moment for the image to load, but when it did, he gasped in sudden shock and realization. "Oh holy shit, no way!!!"

The box suddenly flew across the room as Kyle brought the phone closer to his face, looking at an image of the Rito species from the new Zelda game. Sure enough, the anklets he received in the mail were exact replicas of those the Rito wore in the game. His eyes lit up suddenly as he looked at them with much more awe and wonder than before as he held them like they were the most expensive things he'd ever touched. These had to be official pieces of merchandise! He'd never seen these on the market, and no one ever made any posts on any of the outlets he was regularly on about receiving them. This HAD to be some sort of mistake that fell into his hands!

Without wasting another second, Kyle went to work in taking off his shoes, trying to untie them as quickly as he possibly could. Though Kyle hadn't played the new game yet, he knew plenty about the new species, the mechanics, the characters, everything he could without spoiling too much of the actual gameplay. Kyle had spent hours looking at pictures of the characters, and he was possibly just a bit obsessed with the Rito in particular. Looking at the few main Rito characters was an addiction he never hoped to get over, and he may have developed a bit of a crush on some of the characters. Possibly less of a crush and more of an obsession. He wanted nothing more than to play the game and see all those beautiful, sexy birds around him. He might not even focus on the game once he gets to that point, considering how badly he wanted to...

Well...as the blush formed on his face with a deep grin, he put that thought to the side for the moment. His shoes were finally off, placing them to the side of the couch before he took one anklet in each hand. He was beside himself with excitement, practically bouncing in the couch as he took the first anklet and slipped it over his sock, letting it pass his toes before struggling to get it past his heel. He let out a soft grunt, wiggling it around and forcing it just slightly as he finally got it to slide past and rest on his ankle. It was surprisingly warmer than he was expecting a it rested against his hair, rotating it and humming happily to himself. "Heh...practically a Rito myself~" He teased, admiring it for a moment before rolling his jeans up just a bit to make sure he could see more of it. He had to take a moment to look at the anklet, admiring it and biting his lip as just a few scenes and images were passing through his head.

"Well fuck. Was hoping to play Switch today, not play with myself, heh." He teased, again to no one in particular. It fit on his ankle perfectly, and though it was just a tad warmer than he would've expected, he had to say it looked pretty good as he turned his ankle to the side a bit. "Mmf, I guess it's ok that I still don't have my Switch..." He mused idly, taking the other anklet in his hand before lifting his leg onto the coffee table. It didn't take anywhere near as long to get that anklet on once he figured out the trick, kicking both of his feet up onto the table to admire them. They were a deep, crimson color and stood out starkly against his light blue jeans and off-white socks. Something about them was just so...striking. So fierce and noticeable that it made Kyle feel so very happy with them! So very happy...

...and maybe just a little bit warm in an all-too-familiar way.

He let out a soft laugh under his breath, feeling the warmth of the two anklets against his skin as he reached out a hand to touch one. It was heating up at a surprising rate, but it wasn't to a point where it was burning his skin at all. Quite the opposite - it felt absolutely wonderful against his skin as he let out a soft moan. He wasn't expecting his afternoon to turn in this manner, but he certainly wasn't complaining about it! The warmth of the anklets felt absolutely wonderful as he could feel it slowly rising up his body and into his hips, a familiar arousal starting to take control of his attention. It was impossible to stifle the soft moan in the back of his throat, one of his hands starting to rub idly along his outer thigh. He shut his eyes and leaned back with a contented sigh, an all-too-familiar pressure starting to build in between his legs.

"Hnng...well, I guess I know what I'm doing for the next half hour." He laughed quietly to himself, moving his hand up his outer thigh to press against the crotch of his jeans. He tilted his head back with a long breath, humming as his fingers lightly danced along the outline of his shaft, shifting idly on the couch as he spread his legs lightly. The heat of the anklets wa getting harder to ignore, the pants coming out slowly from Kyle as he casually rubbed along his shaft from within his jeans. It wa like absolute bliss, the heat almost somehow shifting from the anklets to his shaft as he arched his back and let out a light whimper. All the anger he felt before was quickly fading away, his eyes trained on the anklets, almost like an obsession as he pressed down harder against his shaft.

It was impossible for him to stay quiet, the moans and pants getting louder by the second as he shut his eyes and rolled his head to the side, his legs shifting around eagerly as he felt the pressure slowly starting to build. He gritted his teeth idly, licking up the side of his lips while he pushed lightly against the table. The extra excitement from having the crimson anklets tight along his ankles was more than he could bear, and it was causing an early tent in his jeans that was impossible to ignore. His finger started to stroke along it, switching from rubbing to squeezing to groping as he played with himself shamelessly. "Mmmf...h-heh, getting a little crowded under there." he laughed as he felt a soft itch along his neck, ignoring it for a moment as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, his pink boxers already tenting with a notable stain on the crotch. He smirked before lightly flicking the tip of his cock, letting out a light grunt as the stain darkened just a bit from his pre. It didn't take much time for him to pull down the brim of his boxers to free his shaft and-

"What the fuck??"

...the reaction isn't exactly what he was expecting, but there was something a bit off about his penis as he let it out into the open air. It looked almost...swollen? No, not quite that, but...it didn't quite look right. And yet, that wasn't the reason he cried out. The reason he was so shocked was when he looked down at his sac and noticed it was a lot smaller than it should've been. Granted, he didn't measure himself every day, but he was pretty damn sure he wasn't as small as he was seeing right now. In a sudden state of panic, Kyle reached down between his legs and grasped his sac, trying to figure out if this was real or some weird, demented fantasy. As he pressed his hands along his balls and squeezed carefully, the moan and sensation told him this wasn't some weird dream...but oddly enough, he could still feel everything? It was just...sinking into his body?

Confusion abounded, and he frankly didn't know what was happening. Even his cock was starting to feel a bit different, and also incredibly hot and aroused. He had to bite his lip, noticing it was also feeling a bit strange as he moved his hand up to the base of his shaft. It was almost...growing? It felt thicker and almost smoother as the skin along his crotch shifted around, and he felt an indescribable sensation along the base of his length. He teased at it idly, noticing there was almost...a slit? As if his shaft came out of it while his sac continued to shrink back into his body more and more. It was all so bizarre and surreal...but the sensations between his legs were distracting him from the pressure that suddenly was building up in his toes. He suddenly grunted, Kyle's gaze moving from his cock to his feet as he noticed a strange point jutting out from one of his toes. He tilted his head curiously, leaning in closer before he was suddenly wincing in pain and letting out a yelp of shock.

The tearing noise that broke the silence of the room was impossible to ignore, his back arching and his body twitching as his attention suddenly focused on the sharp pain in his foot. He turned his attention to it and felt his eyes widen as something sharp and black was jutting out of his sock where his big toe should've been. He hesitated for just a moment, his hand pausing in the air before it reached down and pressed at the strange black 'thing' jutting out of his sock. He let out a soft breath as he noticed he could feel his finger on it, rubbing along that strange and sharp object as the sensation rippled through his body. He didn't have much time to think too much on it as another rip echoed in the air, Kyle crying out as he saw another similar object jutting out of his other sock.

Followed quickly by another identical object out of the center of his sock.

Kyle didn't have any time to react as he tried wiggling his toes, noticing they were much stiffer than before. His hand rubbed along his foot, feeling something strange and hard where his toes should've been. Not only that, but he couldn't move his toes anywhere near as much as he could previously. He tried wiggling them, and as a fourth and fifth tear broke through the stillness of the afternoon, he pushed one of the holes in his sock back to find that his skin was turning grey. Not only that, but it was hard and cold to the touch! He didn't have a chance to think much on it before he cried out again, another tear and a pressure in his heel taking his attention as his sock strained against his changes. His mind didn't have time to process as he turned back to the anklets. He hadn't noticed it until that moment...but they were glowing a brilliant, fiery red.

His hand moved lightly to touch it, and the second his finger pressed against the metal, he let out a loud yelp in a strange mix of pleasure and pain. A jolt of electricity ran through his body, the anklets shining brighter as they hummed against his skin. The fabric of his socks and jeans touching the anklets suddenly erupted, streaks of pressure forming along the fabric before they shattered. His socks ripped into tiny pieces on the floor, and the hem of his jeans cracked as tears ran up the legs of his pants up to his knees. He grunted softly, feeling a strange twitch in his nose and along his breast as he looked down at his feet and widened his eyes immediately.

He couldn't even recognize what used to be his feet. His skin was turning a sickly grey, the soft surface almost wrinkling up and drying out as something started to grow along his foot. His toes were longer, strange claw-like appendages sticking out of them as he was realizing he now only had three. Not only that, but his heel was...gone? His leg seemed to be shifting slowly, moving further up as he winced and panted from the bones shifting. His muscles felt like they were getting smaller almost...his feet twitching as the strangely mottled grey and peach looked unnatural. Scales were growing along the top of his foot, the entire length of it thinning out as he winced again before he gasped and heard a strange clack.

Something didn't sit right with him from that sound. He mouthed a soft 'what' before he realized his lips didn't...feel right. His nose twitched and he had the same thought, snorting softly as he couldn't breathe through his nose for a quick moment. He panicked, moving his hands to his face as his fingers felt strangely lithe. He pressed along his nose and mouth, finding it harder to form words as he moved his lips up and down in confusion. He kept poking and pressing at them, seeing in real time how the once soft parts of his mouth were hardening. Calcifying. Stiffening in such an unfamiliar way that it caused him to pant hurriedly in a panic.

He could feel a panic attack coming on, his heart pounding in his chest as the blood was rushing so quickly throughout his entire body. His feet continued to shift, the hardening of his mouth and nose pressing out as the airflow suddenly came through his nose once more. He gasped and took in greedy breaths before pressing back against the couch, eyes darting back and forth along his body as he couldn't recognize himself. His feet were a strange, crackled grey, his penis was this weird looking bulging pink thing, his hips were starting to look like he had a white rash along them, and his fingers were stretching out to weird, thin sickly looking twigs. He tried his best to control his breath, but every time his eyes looked down, he could not only see the changes of his body, but the strange yellow...thing pressing out of his face. It was almost like he was turning into a...

...and that's when he looked back down at the anklets. The anklets he got in the mail that resembled Rito anklets. The ones that were glowing and pulsing with all of the changes racing along his body. And he slowly started to realize...was it because of those? Were they the source of the changes? As he lifted a hand to reach out toward one of them, he noticed the strange black splotches forming along his hands. His eyes widened in shock as he reached his other hand out to rub at them. The same splotches were on his other hand, but as he rubbed a finger along them, he noticed it felt...warm. Soft. Fuzzy, almost. The thoughts kept running through his head that it was all based on those Rito anklets. And with the strange...'beak' continuing to grow out of his face, he reached down and stroked at one of those anklets lightly.

The shock and searing heat that ran through his body caused him to let out what could only be described as a squawk. He could feel the heat of his blood rushing through his body, arching his back as his jeans tore along his hips. His shirt was straining as his breast muscles were getting stronger, feeling his body getting thinner and more lithe with each passing second. But above all else...the heat was pouring in between his legs as he panted and looked down at his shaft. It was twitching and pulsing as the shape continued to shift, getting thinner at the tip and thicker at the base. Kyle huffed with a clack of his still forming beak, moving one of his hands to his length as the burning heat was getting impossible to ignore. He was in the heat of a panic as his body was changing, shivering and struggling for breath before the burning was overwhelming him. He could see the feathers growing out along the back of his hand and his wrist, the structure changing before his thin digits touched his shaft and he let out a long moan.

His body shivered as the jolt of electric arousal courses through his veins. He couldn't hold back the mumbling gasps of delight as pre was already dripping out of the tip of his bright pink length. His hips pushed up into the air, legs twitching as they thinned out more and more by the second with his waist starting to shift. The white feathers spread slowly up his crotch and toward his belly, his hand shifting faster and faster by the second as he grasped the thick base of his shaft and gave it a squeeze. His body responded with a light trill, beak clacking again as his vision started to go hazy. Kyle spread his legs out as he couldn't ignore how amazing pleasuring himself felt in that moment. His body was going through drastic changes and his mind was racing with anxiety...but the unbearably wonderful pleasure was too much for him to ignore.

Even as he felt the uncomfortable shifting in his legs as he felt both his heels completely disappear and his thighs start to bulge out in an uncomfortable way, he couldn't shift his focus away from his erection leaking and twitching more than he could handle. His slowly forming wings started to fan out and bulk up with feathers, only making him moan and chirp out louder into the air as his changing voice sounded cracked and broken. Even his head was starting to throb as changes coursed through it, gaze finally clearing up as his eyesight felt sharper...more in focus. He looked around the room and was able to see things in much brighter detail. Even his ears, slowly sinking back into a tuft of feathers felt much more aware of what was going on around him. The soft huffs of breath as he rubbed his feathers along his cock, the slick, wet sounds as his feathers spread his pre along his length, the light scratching of his newly formed claws against the table...it just worked him up even more as he could feel his body shiver and his new feathers standing on edge.

There was very little of Kyle left as he continued to stroke himself off, his arms almost entirely covered in feathers as his wingtips were teasing and tickling all along his tapered shaft. The black feathers were soaked with his arousal, pressing his head back as he felt an unfamiliar ridge along the back of his head. His hair was shifting more into a crest, pressing against his couch as he grasped onto the table with his fully formed talons. His legs were bulking out above his scales, taking on a much stranger shape as the black and white feathers overtook his skin. He could feel his arms straining against the sleeves of his shirt, his shoulders and broadening chest pressing against the fabric as he clacked his beak over and over again in frustration. The pain of that fabric against his body was the last thing keeping him from enjoying the changes and getting lost in his impossibly wonderful pleasure. His body strained, the wing against his shaft pausing with a firm squeeze as he heard a familiar tearing and squawked out once again.

His shirt was at its breaking point, tearing just off of the center as it fell off of his body and revealed his white breast feathers outlined by a thick, dark black. There were still some splotches of human skin showing here and there, but they were almost completely gone as his pants and underwear gave their last resistance and were torn to bits. The sudden freedom made Kyle let out a long gasping breath, spreading his legs wider as he shut his eyes. Something inside his mind was changing...he didn't know how to explain it, but something about the strain of his clothes disappearing made him...feel different. His hand started to stroke slower now, the freedom from his clothes making him shiver in a different way. There was something awakening deep inside of him...and as his wingtips danced along his length, new shivers ran through his body. It rushed up his wings, through his breast, down to his talons, and even up to the tip of his crest. He didn't know what it was, but it felt...incredible.

His breath started to get faster, his feathers spreading further and further along his body as the black started to overtake everything. He shut his eyes, beak hanging open as it grew out to full length with his cock straining at full length. His free wing pressed between his legs, fingering his vent lightly as it brought soft, eager moans and chirps from deep within his throat. "F-fuck..." he let out in a breathy mumble, eyes glazing over as he could feel how light his body was. It was almost like he was flying, the pleasure sending him into a new state of shock and confusion unlike anything he'd ever felt. Was it instinct? Was it being avian? Was it new nerves? He didn't know, and he didn't have the capacity to think about it as his breath was coming out in ragged breaths. His wing was moving faster and faster, practically racing along his slick length as he writhed against the couch. Every second was like sweet, torturous bliss as he could feel the pressure forming in the pit of his stomach. He grunted, teasing his body as he felt the pleasure couldn't get any better. Stroke after stroke after stroke, he kept teasing and playing with himself until he felt himself at that edge, like his wings were spread and ready to fly. He'd never experienced anything like it, eyes widening, breath catching, hips lifting, legs stretching, talons grasping, beak opening, faster and faster and harder and harder he stroked as he could feel himself right on that tip. Stroke after stroke after stroke. Squeeze after brush after rub. Over and over and over as he begged his body for sweet release, those anklets a burning fire as the heat was unbearable, feeling something lift deep in his chest as he finally let out a long roaring yell when that peak finally hit.

It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

His hips bucked hard into the air, the first jet of his seed shooting out of his shaft and hitting him on the underside of his beak before dripping down along his finished feathers. His legs kicked out, talons gripping the table hard and piercing the wood before kicking it across the floor. He felt his body go rigid before he fell onto his side, gripping his cock for dear life as he lost control of his body. He bucked and humped desperately into the air, shot after shot of cum covering his body and the couch as his eyes went blurry. He could hardly see or think straight, everything going quiet as he lifted a leg and grasped the back of the couch in a tight death grip. It was the hardest, heaviest orgasm of his life, silencing all of his thoughts and sending his body into a stupor of pure pleasure. His thrusts were happening out of his control, shooting jet after jet of his climax onto his feathers and the couch. It felt like hours, his heart light and his breath thin as he was practically flying above the world.

He couldn't keep track of time, rolling onto his back and side over and over as his tapered length was covering his already white feathers in even more white. Some shot onto the black, and a large splotch stuck to the bottom of his beak as his newly grown tail feathers fanned out in a constant state of arousal. It took what had to have been minutes, but he finally felt that high coming to an end as his breath started to slow down. His chest was heaving, his shaft dripping sticky white seed onto his wing and crotch as he laid still. Everything was a mess. He stared straight up into the ceiling, thoughts silent and body exhausted as his wing idly stroked and teased along his vent. He took his time to catch his breath, waiting for what felt like hours in his afterglow as his lighter, more sensitive body adjusted to its changes. His feathers bristled. His beak ground against itself. His tail feathers twitched. All these small changes as he tried to revel in what was probably the greatest pleasure he'd ever experienced in his life.

"M-my God..." He finally whispered out in a hoarse moan, even his voice sounding a bit smoother. He grunted, eyes shutting tight as he pushed up off of the couch and looked down at himself. His clothes were still in tatters under him, back hunched as he leaned over himself and watched his shaft slowly sink back into his vent and out of sight. "Th-that...that couldn't have been real." He huffed, rubbing a wing along the back of his head as he looked down at the mess he made. He laughed light, a light blush forming under his feathers as he touched one of the small puddles matting his feathers. "Got uh...got a little carried away, huh." He said to no one, his attention moving toward the anklets as he smirked wide. "Dunno if this goes away when I take them off, but fuck am I gonna enjoy this. Should get cleaned up first, though." He shook his head as he stood up, struggling to get used to the new balance of his body. As he carefully stepped past the table he kicked across the room, he paused at the bathroom door before he looked down the hall and into his bedroom. His eyes were instantly focused on the trunk at the foot of his bed, knowing he had plenty of toys and vibrators in it. He paused briefly, a grin slowly forming on his beak as he moved away from the bathroom and toward his room in a quick walk.

"...or maybe we wait. J-just a little bit longer~"

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