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[center][i]On the ninth day of TFMas Kaevon gave to me,

Nine penguins flapping

Eight puppies whining

Seven udders flowing

Six orcas swimming

Five bondage rings!

Four mushing huskies

Three squawking birbs

Two yipping kobolds

And a werewolf who is knotty![/i][/center]

Dressing up for the holidays is always a mixed bag. Finding the perfect suit was never Luke32's favorite part of the holidays, but they always found something comfortable. This year they took a risk and tried a new store. The good news is the suit fit like a glove! The bad news? Feathers take a while to molt…

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Suits never really were Trysten's style. Even as he walked out of his apartment while still buttoning up his shirt, he felt a little…off. His typical rainbow mohawk was slicked down to the sides a bit, looking only slightly out of place as he struggled to get the buttons along his cuffs done properly. “Come on…it shouldn't be this difficult. Maybe the measurements at the fitting weren't actually right." It took a bit more struggling, but Trysten was finally able to get the sleeves buttoned up, leaving only…everything else. Fortunately he was able to put his pants on before he left the shop, but the jacket, suspenders, bowtie, and cufflinks would all have to be done on the way. He was already late for the party after needing to rent a tuxedo since Kaevon 'insisted' that he come dressed to the nines, so there would be as few complaints as possible to make sure he saved time and could successfully find his way downtown.

“I don't know why I even agreed to come to this party," He quipped to himself, buttoning up his clean white dress shirt before stretching his neck up to secure the collar. “It was quite the last minute invitation, and…honestly, I don't know many people going. But…a promise is a promise." The last part was said with a sigh and a shake of his head, biting his lip as he did his best to focus on securing his suspenders. There were no buses that ran downtown at this time of day, which was a strangely convenient story hook that bothered Trysten to no end. It at least wasn't too far of a walk away, only a handful of blocks and the weather was surprisingly nice considering it was getting pretty late in the month. Fortunately, the walk gave him time to get dressed and catch his breath as a light snow shower began to fall with individual snowflakes reflecting in the pale light from the streetlamps. It was enough to make him smile and revel in the Christmas feelings.

This year in particular was filled with so much to do that honestly? The chance to go to a party and relax while meeting some new people didn't sound too bad. Ever the optimist, Trysten hummed a carol or two to himself as he affixed the cufflinks to his shirt. “Kaevon's good people anyway. I'm sure that he wouldn't be attending a party if there were a lot of creeps there," The logic tracked for him, shaking his hands out in front of him as he checked to make sure his rainbow mohawk was still presentable enough. It was an interesting contrast with the suit, but in his opinion? He made it work. “Probably a lot of bird lovers, which you know…sounds like a good time!" He laughed to himself, smiling a touch brighter as his mood was quickly improving. He took the cumberbund in both hands next and focused on affixing that around his waist, making sure it all looked neat enough to wear. “Alright, you catch the soup in the gaps so…goes like this aaaand…there we go!"

He was already looking quite sharp with only two elements remaining - the jacket and the bowtie. He wanted to just get a clip-on to make his life easier, but the person who did his fitting was weirdly insistent that it had to be a legitimate bowtie…more specifically, the one from the back that Kaevon seemed to hand select for Trysten. Strange and suspicious, but maybe there was a weird thing the host had about bowties. Either way, he'd watched enough videos about tying them that he felt comfortable getting it figured out. The jacket, meanwhile, would take no time at all. He unfolded it from his arm, brushing off some of the snow as he examined the design a bit closer. It had a long tail dragging off the back, ending in two sharp points and going much further down his legs than he would've expected. Almost like…

It was hard to stifle the laugh as he thought of Diego, his penguin 'sona. Maybe that was part of why Kaevon insisted on him coming to the party, all the jokes that could be made about him looking like a penguin. “Well, if it means I get to meet some wonderful new people, I suppose it'll work!" Always looking on the bright side, Trysten swung the coat around to his back and quickly slipped his arms inside. It was perfectly sized, cufflinks just barely visible outside of the jacket sleeves with the crisp lines of the cuff looking newly ironed. Trysten couldn't help but look at himself in his new getup, appreciating how well he cleaned up in this new outfit. “Yeah…I'm starting to really like this!" It was an incredibly well-made jacket, surprisingly warm and snug as it practically hugged right up against his body. Even with the fitting, it was rare that clothing would fit this well. It was almost as if it was the perfect outfit for Trysten, crafted specifically for his body structure at that exact point in time. He couldn't quite explain it…but it just felt special.

“Well, only one thing left then." The dreaded bowtie. Even with all the videos he'd watch, it seemed like it would take quite a bit of time. He took the bowtie out of his pants pocket, having to pause for a second from how it felt. It was weirdly soft…almost like it was covered with a layer of down feathers. A strange thought considering…well, Kaevon invited him to the party. They didn't seem like the type of person to want to wear something feathered, and considering Kaevon picked it out? That had to be intentional. This was the foxbird who actively chose to make a cloaca themed sticker - there was nothing accidental about anything they did. But Trysten did have to say that it felt quite soft. And the craftsmanship was exquisite! So…maybe there was something weird about it, but Trysten couldn't deny that it would complete the look. And so, he wrapped it around the back of his neck and tied it as neatly as he could!

…eventually.

It may have taken roughly twelve tries for Trysten to get the knot right, but he was eventually able to figure it out. After almost ripping the fabric. And watching the video again. Frankly, he didn't know why bowties had to be so damn complicated in the first place, and this certainly wasn't the writer of this story complaining about it. Nope. Not at all. But regardless, it was almost tied! He managed to get everything as close to perfect as he could, taking a final look at it before nodding to himself. “Alright, everything's set! Just one final tug, and…" His fingers grasped at the feathery fabric, holding the two 'wings' firmly before pulling them away from each other. The knot tightened. The bowtie straightened. And-

“HONK!!"

Trysten immediately covered his mouth. He stood there in confusion as the snow gently fell upon him. Did he just… “Did I just…" The noise that came out of his mouth was odd and…sudden. He didn't remember trying to make it at all, and yet…it definitely came from him. It was an awkward situation, and yet…it happened. Trysten looked around to make sure no one else was in the area, still completely by himself on the street as he could feel the flush forming on his cheeks. It was just a touch embarrassing…but at least it was only a one-time occurrence that he could play off as-

“HONK!?"

-a recurring problem apparently. Another honk escaped from his lips, covering his mouth again as he let out a few light coughs. What was going on? Was the bowtie too tight? Maybe that was it…but as Trysten reached for the bowtie to loosen it, he found something strange. His neck felt…stiffer. He tried to shift his head around and get a better look at the bowtie, but he couldn't bend his neck like he had before. Panic and confusion were setting in, lightly pressing along his neck to try and identify the problem as he realized something off about the bowtie. It was still against his neck, but…there was no strap. He couldn't feel anything keeping it on. The tie itself was the only thing still there, and the feathery strap that held it all together? It was gone. He looked around underneath him as best he could, trying to find the rest of the fabric in the snow in case it fell off when he realized something else that was a bit too strange for comfort.

As Trysten tried his best to search around the area, his body wasn't responding in the same manner as he was used to. He tried to twist his hips and look behind him, but his spine felt stiff. Firm. Almost as if it were inflexible. His eyes opened wide as he did his best to turn his neck around and look at his back, only to find that it wouldn't. It was like someone had put a metal pole on Trysten's spine, preventing him from having any sense of flexibility. And to make matters worse, his legs were starting to cramp. He took in a sharp breath before trying to reach down and rub his legs out of habit…remembering very quickly that his joints already weren't cooperating. He figured his hips would still bend the same…but he was wrong. And so his legs continued to cramp, feeling tighter and stiffer as he tried to take another step forward before his foot caught on something. He let out another gasping honk of surprise before falling forward and barely catching himself with his hands. The snow was cold, but…it wasn't chilling him in the same way as he was expecting? His fingers grasped at the snow, but he could feel it slipping through them as if he was losing dexterity in his hands as well. What was going on??

As he laid there on the ground with his body aching, Trysten managed to roll onto his side and get his first look down at his body based on the new angle. He didn't see much…mostly because his pants were looking a lot looser and the jacket was hanging over his shoulders as if they were a size and a half too large. And his shirt…it was previously tucked into his pants, but now it was hanging out like he'd never bothered with it in the first place. None of this made any sense, Trysten reaching down to his waistline before he froze. His hand. It…was changing. As his eyes went wide from the sight of his fingers slowly merging together, he shifted with a start before wriggling back as much as he could. The angling of his back as he tried to bend it sent another jolt of pain rushing through his body before he let out another surprise 'honk.' This time, though…something else felt off. His jaw felt stiff. He tried to stretch it out a bit, but his lips felt almost numb. And his nose…he couldn't even describe the sensation. His eyes shifted downwards as he didn't have any use of his arms at the moment, watching as a strangely smooth, orange, pointed protuberance pressed out of his maw.

Panic was the first reaction, gasping before shivering again from a new feeling. This one wasn't of pain…rather, the opposite. It was something…amazing. Warm. Irresistible. He clacked what was remaining of his teeth forming into an orange beak-like shape as he felt a heat growing in his body. It was familiar, focused entirely between his legs as he could feel his shaft twitching to full length almost immediately. His head was spinning from how fast it happened, arousal striking like a whip as he moaned in a shivering almost tittering sound. His nose reshaped around that orange beak pressing out of his maw, the two fusing together as smooth black feathers pressed out from his cheeks, his forehead, his neck…everywhere along his head. The pants came out in ragged huffs from the arousal, shivering and shaking as he tried to reach his hands in front of him. His fingers had practically lost all flexibility, thumbs essentially gone as more of those slick black feathers grew out along the back of his hand. Even his elbows and shoulders felt stiff, as if they were moulding to his sides and stopping him from bending his joints at all. He shut his eyes tight, hips awkwardly bucking against his loose pants as every touch of the fabric against his cock was like another unbelievable jolt of pleasure directly to his heart. But there were only one or two twitches of his shaft against those pants. His eyes shot open, shifting his shortening legs around as he couldn't see what was happening…but he had an idea.

His shaft was retreating back toward his body, still pulsing and dripping with his need as it got smaller. Thinner. Closer to him. Even his sac was pulling in closer, the two of them meeting as they practically shrank back inside of his body. But they also pulled down…lower between his legs as Trysten let out a squeaking moan from a pain in his lower spine. He shifted around as his pants and jock fell uselessly off of his stubby body, showing that a small, feathery black tail was growing not just out of his body…but over the point where his rear used to be. And his tailhole…or what was left of it? Also seemed to be shifting. Everything between his legs seemed to converge at one common point as his cock gave one final small twitch before it was replaced by what could only be described as a vent. And Trysten could feel it. Feel how hot it was. Feel how needy it was. Feel how badly he wanted to rub and stroke it against anything he could find. His beak had curled into what looked like a dumbstruck smile, shivering as more of those black feathers spread down his body and his flippers for arms flapped against his sides. He was practically half the size he'd been before, leg shrinking down as his heels pulled up, his toes shifted and shrank, pale pink scales overtook his feet. And through it all, he could only moan and huff as he secretly wanted so much more.

His head had pulled in closer to his body, neck shrinking substantially as messy, spiky yellow feathers pushed up from his brow. His beak hung open in a permanent pant, idle chirping squeaks and honks escaping from his new beak as his mohawk had all but disappeared. His whole body looked so different, so small, so inflexible…and so ready to breed. His thoughts were a complete mess, completely lost in the pleasure as his new talons curled with the last of the scales growing out of them. His hips had drawn notably lower on his body, legs almost comically small as a coat of sleek white feathers grew up his stomach, his chest, his core. They were almost completely undisturbed outside of three parallel chevrons growing from the middle of his body. They all pointed downwards, almost bringing more attention to his aching, leaking cloaca as it fully formed and made his body shiver with every gentle movement along the ground. He couldn't handle the pleasure, whole body shivering as he clacked his beak and thumped his flippers uselessly against his sides. The sensations were irresistible. He knew he was a penguin. He knew he'd turned into one of those animals he'd longed to be in his deepest, darkest fantasies. And as he rolled around on his now discarded suit with that bowtie pattern permanently grown in around his neck, he shifted onto his belly as best he could to try and thrust and hump and grind against his suit jacket. The cold didn't bother him. The snow didn't affect him. The last feathers growing along his body didn't phase him. All that he cared about was his pleasure, his need, his heat, his desire, his lust. His body and mind were going wild, Trysten loving the feelings and begging for more as he managed to find leverage and rub his vent against the jacket. And that final rub was all he needed. His body shivered. His cloaca twitched. His beak opened. And he let out a heavy honking cry of a squawk louder than he'd ever heard in his life.

The jacket was quickly soiled by a deluge of white, Trysten's climax hitting hard as he came all over the custom suit. But he didn't care. All he could care about was how his feathers practically stood on end, how his beak clacked with every shiver, how his stubby tail wiggled and flicked from the pressure and pleasure rippling through every inch of his body. He managed to barely press his flippers against the ground, pushing back into the jacket as he begged for more of those amazing sensations. It was mind melting. It was everything he could've ever wanted. It was…fucking amazing! He let his body drive his pleasure, hardly caring about where he was or what had happened to his body as he just let the pleasure become all consuming. His eyes shut tight, thin tongue hanging out of his beak as he unabashedly squawked and honked and rumbled eagerly. It was all he could do to enjoy his new body and the new sensations that came with being a penguin.

Though Trysten lost track of the time, his climax eventually faded away to leave him in a dumbfounded afterglow. He laid limp on the suit jacket, his seed having spilt everywhere on the ground around him. It mixed almost seamlessly with the snow other than the heat of his orgasm and body being much warmer. It melted some of the snow surrounding him, the jacket and pants fully destroyed and soaking wet from seed and snow alike. But Trysten didn't care. He couldn't care. He was far too comfortable and at peace from that unbelievable first orgasm as a penguin. Even as his eyes flickered open again with a lazy smile on his beak, he let out a long sigh before rolling onto his back. He did his best to rest his flippers on his waist, looking up at the darkened sky with the gentle snowfall sprinkling down upon him. It truly was one of the best feelings in the world, and he hoped it lasted forever…

…but then he realized. He was a penguin.

Penguins couldn't drive. They couldn't work. They couldn't pay their bills due to a noticeable lack of fingers and thumbs. Trysten's eyes shot open wide as the heavy pressure of capitalism started to weigh down upon him once more, realizing that he'd have to figure out some way to make his life as a penguin work. And the party! How could he get to the party now? He managed to roll back onto his belly, trying to get up on his legs and take some small, stubby steps forward. It didn't get him very far before he lost his balance, honking and waving his flippers around almost comically before he slid through the snow on the sidewalk in defeat. This…would be a problem. He looked around the area, somehow still alone as he laid down as a penguin and looked at the path in front of him. He shifted his flippers around, managing to push himself forward and propel himself like a sled. He started to smile again, honking happily as he pushed and slid more and more and more…until he saw a mailbox ahead and couldn't stop himself in time. His flailing and honking did little to stop his momentum, crashing into the legs of the mailbox as he deflated with a low honk that almost sounding like him saying 'fuck.' This life would be…complicated. It would be difficult and challenging and impossible to go back to his regular life. But…hey, he could at the very least look at the bright side.

He finally had a cloaca.

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