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"So... fucking... discourteous... if I lose one more goddamn night of sleep to these bastards..." Dietmar grumbled, pausing to catch his breath and warm his hands. The music was incredibly loud inside the warehouse as he walked along. He could feel every pounding beat like a dampened explosion.

Dietmar rented a flat less than a block away from the massive abandoned warehouse. The rent was dirt cheap, but he had been paying for it in sleepless weekend nights. Every Saturday, like clockwork, window-shaking music would start to blast from the supposedly-abandoned warehouse, loud enough to wake him no matter how deeply asleep he'd been. After months of this treatment, Dietmar was beside himself with frustration. He'd throw on his shoes, coat, and pair of jeans, and then stalked out into the cold winter night to give the rude revelers a piece of his mind.

He wasn't angry or stupid enough to barge right in. Instead, Dietmar had snuck in carefully, climbing a ladder outside and going in through a rusted, unlocked door a couple stories up, and then spying down upon the warehouse floor from the catwalk. Below him, flashing laser lights and spinning disco balls kept anyone from seeing him, while the deafening music masked his footsteps. Drumbeats blasted out of the speakers rigged around the walls and catwalks like machine-gun fire, synchronized to a pair of dueling electric guitars and sampled, auto-tuned screams.

Dietmar used the vantage point to observe the partiers carefully, looking for anything he could tell the police later. They had set up a stage on top of what used to be some sort of supervising office, and then a wet bar underneath that. The lighting and sound system had been sloppily slung together from the ceiling and walls, nailed into place at all angles. Most of the people present were hardly dressed in anything; most of their motley wardrobes were limited to a single thong-like garment or, in a few cases, literally nothing at all. Dietmar laughed instantly in reaction, and then again when he realized that every last one of the ravers was a *guy*. It was easy to tell by the undulation of their bulging thongs and bare penises as they danced together, pressing flesh against sweaty flesh...

"Great... just great... it's a gay rave. Fucking great. It can't even be some sort of lesbian dance party; it has to be a bunch of sweaty men..." Dietmar swore to himself, as he watched the ravers dance in one huge, madly-jumping mass. They seemed to have limitless energy, jumping up and together in waves, in pairs, and as a single, rippling sea of nakedness...

Dietmar shook his head, but his discomfort was now rapidly rising as he realized more and more strange things were going on under him. They were dancing a bit... too well? How on earth could they be so well-synchronized; were they all professional dancers? Certainly their energy level was ridiculous; maybe they were on some sort of drugs? That would make calling the police in easy; he wouldn't have to listen to their ridiculously-loud music ever again...

The young man's eye's suddenly caught on a strange sight in the middle of the dance floor. One of the ravers was standing still in the middle of the rave, holding on to his nose and face with a hand like he'd just been punched. No one around him seemed to be surprised by his stillness, though their eyes followed him closer than before. Even when the man suddenly convulsed and held his sides, people continued to dance around him, and even stroked his back and arms as they passed by...

"Holy shit..." Dietmar quietly swore to himself, heart thudding. What the hell had happened to that guy!? Was he okay? Why where the other ravers petting him instead of calling an ambulance, or at least checking him closer? Maybe he should call the police now, before things got out of hand...

The lights in the club dimmed suddenly, and the lasers all went dark. With less visual noise flooding the warehouse, Dietmar could see what was going on a little bit better. He squinted his eyes against the darkness and leaned over the edge of the catwalk...

Underneath him, the man suddenly arched himself upward, laughing strangely. His face was not like it had once been; jutting straight out from where his nose and mouth used to be, the mostly-naked male had a long, black beak. "Rr-awk! Let's party!" the raver shouted over the din of the music, his voice piercing, scratchy and shrill....

"What the fuck..?" Dietmar breathed, mouth open wide in disbelief. "That guy has a... a beak?"

The man with the black beak wasn't the only one acting- or looking- strange. The rest of the ravers were moving in ambling, twitching, drunkenly-swaying motions, grabbing their arms and faces and backs as they too began to change. Long quills sprouted over their dancing, mostly-naked bodies in waves, and then bloomed into feathers. Over the din of the music, Dietmar could make out their high-pitched, scratchy cries, which were slowly becoming truly inhuman sounds. The ravers began to caw, chirp and whistle in a frenzy, while continuing to dance with unnaturally-synchronized precision to the rhythm of music as well as the currents of their changing bodies. Dietmar felt his jaw drop and smack against the catwalk floor as he watched the bizarre scene unfurl beneath him, eyes flitting from group to group...

A group of extremely-energetic dancers hardly skipped a beat as they transformed. Two of them wearing glowstick armbands and legbands were playing an elaborate game of tag even as long, stiff tailfeathers spouted from their backsides. The raptorlike bluebird tails bobbed behind them as they continued their chase, chirping at each other through their black beaks. More of the pretty, deep-blue feathers crawled up their back and crowed their heads, while their bellies grew softer gray-white down...

Another pair of birds danced in synch with one another, using their tails and wings to balance low, swaying movers and strange, snappingly-quick maneuvers. Bright green and red feathers grew all over their bodies, turning to the colors of a rainbow along the tips of their largest feathers. The pair of parrots pressed close together as a crescendo rose in the blaring music, but suddenly stopped dancing as talons pushed from their toes and scales covered over their feet. They laughed together and panted until the change was complete, and then the parrots resumed their tango...

Two males clad in nothing but fishnet tops and skimpy black latex speedos were dancing slowly together off in a corner. The couples were partway through their changes; they had feathered bellies and short, hooked beaks already. Dietmar watched the two horny were-birds dance a tight spiral together as their toes grew into hard talons surrounded by thick scales. One grew a mask of black feathers surrounded by white and brown, while the other developed a cobalt-blue mask that curved down the sides of his head like teardrops. The osprey and the falcon broke apart as their wings and beaks grew in, talons scratching against the industrial concrete underfoot.

Dietmar turned towards the makeshift bar the birds had set up. Several of the birds there were panting as their tongues lolled from their beaks, spraying themselves with water to cool down. At the bar proper, a black-bearded Lammergeier nonchalantly continue to sip his beer even as his mouth grew into a beak, tilting his head back further and further to drink from the stein as he changed. Next to the feather-faced vulture, a large group of crow-like males were operating a hookah, sitting around it in a neat circle with their tailfeathers splayed outwards...

Raptors shrieked and chirped through sharp beaks as they spread broad, fully-grown wings; the crows and ravens cawed madly together, flocking from the middle of the dance floor up to the speaker and stage scaffolding. Dietmar saw a trio of hawks begin to fight with one another over a shy-looking male with the lithe, scaly legs and huge tail-fan of a peacock, but a mostly-human, still-changing upper body. On a ratty, red couch in a corner of the warehouse, two secretary birds were lying opposite one another, squeezing each other's talons together. Bird-people were flying all over the warehouse now, taking off and perching in new places, or taking their dancing into the air...

"God-damnit this is insane!" Dietmar hissed under his breath, slowly starting to slink backwards on the catwalk. Most of were-birds under him continued metamorphosing, twitching and shuddering and dancing as feathers, wings, talons and beaks overcame their human bodies...

Still backing towards the upper-level door he had snuck in through, Dietmar yelped suddenly when his feet ran in to something. He looked behind him to see what it was, when something landed on his legs. A massively-strong pressure clamped down on both of his ankles suddenly, pinning him to the catwalk.

"Gah! Fuck!" Dietmar yelped in surprise, trying to throw the creature off his legs. It had to be one of the birds; it hardly seemed to weight anything, but it's grip was incredibly strong. When Dietmar tried to twist and turn to throw off his attacker, the bird gave a powerful shriek right above his head and counterbalanced with it's wings, before pointedly pressing the sharp tip of its beak against the young human's neck...

"Good evening... hmm... what have we here?" the bird chirped, digging his talons deep into Dietmar's thighs. Pain spiked for a second as the raptor asserted its dominance and mantled it's wings over them, but when Dietmar stopped his struggling his attacker relented.

"H-hey! Hey, look, I... I didn't see anything..." Dietmar breathed to the bird atop him, heart thudding in his chest. "Just let me go, man!"

"I've heard that one before..." the bird rasped, before letting out a shrill call. "Rrahwk! We've got a little rat squirming up here! Who has had eyes on this?"

Dietmar could see birds under him turning their heads up; several of them took off, flapping their wings and quickly landing on the catwalk with metallic, musical thuds. He could see four, then five sharp-taloned raptors giving him scowling stares directly ahead, and other birds crowding in around them...

"Caw! He lives around here, he does!" a nearby crows cawed, laughing as he perched on the catwalk's metal railing. "I've seen him on my flights!"

"Anyone else?" the heavy bird atop Dietmar asked, squeezing his talons hard enough to make the young male's feet go completely numb. "I see too-o-o many lupines around our nests these days..."

"Nope, human, totally human..." the lammergeier who'd been at the bar said. The vulture was holding his beer expertly in one set of talons while perching using the other. "If he's a blood-fang then he's the only one I've ever seen sleep soundly through a full moon..."

Dietmar shuddered as the birds discussed him so familiarity. Clearly they'd had their eyes on the city for a long time....

"Hmmm-mmm-mmm..." the bird perching on Dietmar hummed. "Well then! Looks like we've got ourselves a wandering monkey, then! Can't be having that, now can we..?"

"Rrrr... should I go get a soul egg?" A lean red-tailed hawk asked, curling his head down into a beaked leer.

Dietmar felt the bird on his legs jump off and saw it land in front of him in a flurry of dark golden-brown feathers. The eagle- nothing else could be so large and have such massive talons- turned around slowly, fluttering his tailfeathers behind him in quick twitches as his red-gold eyes assessed Dietmar. The young male shuddered as the raptor's gaze burrowed into his eyes and flitted over his body, feeling like his very fate was being silently decided. The birds blinked quickly and infrequently; their sharp eyes stared at him incessantly...

To Dietmar's astonishment, shock and horror, the golden eagle fished a cigar and a lighter out from his sole garment- a thin black thong- and began to smoke. The raptor took a hard, heavy drag on his cigar, before nodding sharply towards his fellow raptors. "I say the flock can use him!" the raptor growled. "Raptor clan claims the wanderer!"

At the golden eagle's words, the birds of prey around Dietmar began to excitedly cry out and hop around him, while most of the other avians glided away along with the red-tailed hawk who'd spoken up earlier. Dietmar shuddered on the catwalk as he looked up into the sharp-beaks faces crowding above him; he was surrounded by at least a dozen leering falcons, hawks, eagles and other vicious-looking predators. The feathered flock licked their beaks and scraped their talons as they crowded in closer,

"What... what the fuck is going on here!? What are you!?! H-honestly, I was just... I was just angry you guys kept making noise and waking me up!" Dietmar shouted back at the golden eagle, who seemed to be in charge.

"What the hell are you doing with an apartment in this part of the city? This is a commercial district! Your landlord is breaking the zoning laws!" the eagle playfully countered. "Well... no matter," he continued, walking slowly towards Dietmar with his great wings tucked inward. His voice was impossible to place, but the eagle spoke with a vaguely German accent

"Hmm..." the eagle began again, head rapidly twitching to the sides as he watched for something. "Do you like birds, human?"

"Uh... yeah, sure!" Dietmar disjointedly replied, trying to appease the eagle. "You nice birds are going to let me go, right?"

A faint smile grew up on the raptor's huge, curved beak. "No."

A few seconds later, the red-tailed hawk returned with a clatter of talons-on-metal, carrying a large blue egg in his beak. The ovoid shape looked like it was made of smoothed marble, except for the fact it shone and shimmered faintly in the darkness. Dietmar was then treated to the odd sight of the birds passing it from beak-to-beak around him; he tried to follow it but the bird's coordinated movements were too fast to follow amid the darkness and fluttering of feathers. Two hawks jumped forward and latched their talons on Dietmar's shoulders, while more birds jumped on him from behind. Panicking, he began struggling against the predatory birds swarming over him, even as he felt their hard, sharp beaks begin to tear into his clothing and pluck it off him in shreds and scraps...

"Gaaaah! Stop, arhgh!" Dietmar grunted, holding still and gripping the metal catwalk under him with both hands.

"Stay still, if you don't want to get scratched up..." the golden eagle said, nonchalantly examining his own claws and chewing on one with his beak.

Dietmar grit his teeth and tried to obey, though the press of feathers and claws was maddening. Talons and scaly toes scraped over him as he was disrobed and then shoved forward by the madly-flapping pack of raptors. His coat, shirt, pants, and underwear were all stripped from his body by the birds and thrown over the edge of the catwalk in pieces, fluttering away past his sight. Only his socks and shoes remained unmolested, though more birds were trying to undo his shoelaces with their talons.

"On your knees, fledgeling!" the red-tail screeched, pulling Dietmar up from the ground by his shoulders. The hawk grinned, ducking forward and rubbing his lower body up against Dietmar's face while laughing in shrill gasps.

Dietmar pulled away as the musky bird-feathers were pressed against his nose; the hawk's body smelled downright *strange*. He had the impression of hot, aroused male-scents combined with musky, avian pheromones... was this the bird's *sex*? He could feel something underneath the soft, fuzzy downfeathers covering the avian's crotch and under-tail...

At the same time, Dietmar felt hard claws start to roam over his bare legs and ass, stroking him roughly and possessively before latching on to his body. The birds wrenched his legs apart and tore his sneakers off his feet, and then began squirting warm spurts of thick, viscous liquid over the cleft of his exposed crack. The feeling of having his ass so lewdly fondled sent shivers of unpleasantness through Dietmar's legs. He felt the bird's scaly fingers begin to gently but firmly press between his sweat-streaked rumpcheeks, spreading the lubricant everywhere but mostly rubbing it around his asshole...

"What the fuck... do you think... you are doing?" Dietmar protested, shuddering fiercely as the birds continued to ravage his body. "Get off!"

"Heh, calm down... we're not going to hurt you..." the golden eagle rasped, stroking Dietmar's head with his winged-arms. "We're bringing you into the flock, son..."

As the raptor spoke, Dietmar gasped sharply as his rump-cheeks were pried apart, and something smooth and tapered was pressed hard against his hole. It only took a shocked second for Dietmar to guess what it was: the egg..!

The young male's anus was already firmly clenched as protection against the scaly fingers rubbing his rear, but the birds kept trying to shove the smooth, egg-shaped object up his rump. Dietmar felt his eyes water as his bare body was held down; their stiff feathers rubbed all over his hot, slick skin. They brushed away his sweat and kept him trapped in a blanket of warmth, making the young male hyperventilate as they tried to push the slick, smooth, heavy egg into him...

Suddenly, Dietmar felt the egg slip past his clenched hole with a strange, slightly-burning stretching feeling, and then felt it begin to sink into his body. "Ahhh!" the young male screamed, tensing even more as the ovoid was pushed into him. His legs quaked under him as the flock of birds held him in place, continuing to push the rest of the slick egg into his rear with a wet squelch. "Ahhh! What the fuck!?" Dietmar screamed, eyes going wide in shock as he felt the egg start to move through his anal passage up into his body proper.

Shivering, naked, covered in fallen feathers and with an ass covered in lube, Dietmar was nearly beside himself in shock. His fingers traced along the sore edge of his violated anus; he could feel the hot, smooth, heavy object still moving up through his innards. The flock of raptors around him began to slip away, teasing and stroking him as they did so.

"What is hap... oh god... " Dietmar groaned, holding both cheeks of his backside together and squeezing them around his sensitive, violated asshole. He could feel the egg still moving up through his bowels, the heavy, filling presence making something warm and intensely-sexual tingle inside his ass. His penis was slowly beginning to flush with warmth and tingly feelings, rising in response to the arousing feeling despite how terribly wrong it felt...

"Heh..." the golden eagle laughed, again rubbing his claws through Dietmar's hair. "It's a soul egg, little monkey. It's going to merge an avian spirit with your soul, like ours. Sorry for forcing the gift upon you, human, but we can't have you talking... and our flock needs to grow stronger..."

Dietmar gave a low, hurt moan, unable to respond or think in any significant way. The egg seemed to melt as it sunk deeper into him, spreading and smoothing into his guts and belly with unnatural speed. Once he felt the sick, radiant heat in his stomach, it began to pump into the rest of his body in waves of numb, exhausting heat. The heat spread and grew still further, until his whole body felt like it was melting.

"Oh... g-god!" he screamed, clutching his belly. Panting, the young male felt his vision blur, and then felt his eyes grow so dry he was forced to close them. He felt his eyelids stick, sealing his sight shut as something grew over his eyes. He rubbed his eyelids and tried to blink them open, but when he finally did...

Everything around him seemed... different. He could see much better in the low darkness of the warehouse, and his eyesight seemed much sharper, almost magnified. Dietmar blinked his eyes lightly, and saw his sight blur for a moment as a transparent membrane blinked across his eyes. "What... what the hell..?" Dietmar murmured, staring quizzically at the eagle and hawk in front of him.

The red-tailed hawk crossed his wing-arms together and bent forward, shaking his head reproachfully. "Hmpf. You think *that* creature will be a worthy addition to your flock, Stein?"

"You Americans underestimate the power of the change..." the eagle replied, giving the hawk a curious, lingering look. The eagle continued smoking slowly, breathing blue clouds of smoke out through the nostrils on his beak. "We need more eyes on this city, and more talons in the sky. Those magic space guns you brought over-"

"For fucks sake, they are called SCAR SSR's!" the hawk protested.

"Whatever. They won't do any good if we don't have enough raptors to use them!" the eagle said, hissing sharply. "Besides, Cuthman is arriving tomorrow with more of the big game hunters..."

"Oh? You're trying to start a war now, are you?" the red-tail coolly countered.

"I'm trying to be ready in case our dear siblings start one..." Stein said, leering at the hawk with his beak open. "Mmm... let's save the negotiations for later. We have a fledgling to attend to..."

The towering eagle turned and gave a single sharp look at Dietmar, who blinked back in confused horror. He was almost hyperventilating now, as pure heat coursed through his veins. Worryingly, he couldn't feel the egg inside him anymore, just a vague feeling of warmth and fullness coming from where he'd last felt it. But his skin, his hair- his entire body, really- was ablaze with tightening tension. The young human felt like he was going to explode, but when the feeling came to a crescendo, he felt something far stranger happen...

Like the were-birds he had been spying on, Dietmar felt quills sprout through his skin in thick patches, coming in quickly as soft down around his crotch, throat, face and belly, but developing into longer, thicker feathers on his arms, backside and chest...

"Aaahhhh-hhhrk!" Dietmar gasped, shuddering in violent waves as the feathers grew over him, sealing his skin away in a sea of white and gray plumage. "Ohmygod, ohmyfuck, agh-wak! Gachk!" he sputtered, before going quiet as he mouth and face pushed out into a stiff, hooked beak. Tears watered in his eyes as he felt the change sweep through his entire body, blotting out the feelings and sensation he was used to like a nuclear explosion. His arms grew massively strong, as did his chest muscles and his breastbone, shifting into a shape suitable for flight. Feathers covered him nearly everywhere, save for the tight, taut scales growing up his fingers and down his toes. Two of his toes felt sticky and weak; they began to atrophy and grow back into his feet with an irresistible pulling sensation...

"Yeah; he's sure taking well to it!" Dietmar heard the red-tailed hawk in front of him sarcastically laugh.

The eagle laughed in turn. "Oh? How was your first change?"

The raptor seemed taken aback. "Er... I honestly don't remember it. Just waking up in a tree..."

Most of the gathered birds laughed at that; Dietmar couldn't follow the rest of the conversation so well though, because his ears were shrinking into his feather-covered head. He felt talons and claws erupt from the tips of his fingers and toes- felt the hard, sharp weapons scrape along the metal under him- and then he felt his rear swell up into a tail. His tailfeathers and wingfeathers continued their steady growth, linking with his changing backside and arms slowly, until their weight and bulk was no longer deadweight but an integral part of his own body...

Shivering, quivering and crying, Dietmar felt his arms grow burning-hot as they continued to develop into proper wings, borrowing mass from the rest of his body. The young male felt light and lightheaded as he felt weight slough off his musculature and shrink from his bones; his still-sprouting feathers replaced but a fraction of the weight he was losing.

A giddy, unreal rush began to course through Dietmar's body as the sheer scale of the transformation began to weigh on his slowed thoughts. His fingers were stiff and scaly, tipped with claws; feathers coated his entire body, shifting and shaking underneath him as he heaved; his feet felt simply *wrong*. They were bottom-heavy; his ankles bent at the opposite angle; his talons were awkwardly large...

Words were beyond Dietmar as his metamorphosis progressed, but the birds surrounding him were not so reticent. Their caws and calling became lewder as he changed, changing from mocking and inhuman cries to something the changing human could understand.

"Yes, little human; embrace the change..."

"You'll like being part of the flock! We all do..."

"...yes, Luna's magic is a great gift..."

"...accept it..."

"...he looks scared..."

"...a handsome falcon..."

"Yes; I see... a falcon..."

Dietmar closed both sets of eyelids briefly as their words washed over him, giving a heaving sigh as their feathered bodies pressed close to him again. He felt his beak press out further and felt his penis slink into his crotch. He felt his anus clench and quiver as it changed immediately afterward, melding with the base of his maleness. It was the strangest, most bizarre feeling he'd ever experienced, and when it was over he felt his penis throb inside the combined opening he now bore; a bird-like cloaca. The new sexual organ began quivering and contracting around his internal cock, giving the new bird strange feelings of self-stimulation...

Changes complete, Dietmar let out another sigh, breathing heavily but evenly through the slim openings in the front of his beak that served where his nose once did. The new were-bird was only able to recognize his new species because an example of it was soon in front of him; a Peregrine falcon. Dietmar felt a curious twinge of sympathy; there was a somewhat surprised look in the other falcon's eyes, as though he hadn't expected to see another of his kind...

Dietmar looked around and noticed that there were curious, leering looks in *all* of the raptor's eyes. They were rubbing each other's wings and pressing in closer; one eagle began to lick the edges of his beak, while another started using his foot to stroke the short, fur-like downfeathers covering his crotch. Horrified realization dawned on Dietmar as a red, pointed cock began to push from the bird's sex...

"What... what..." Dietmar stammered, still in shock from his metamorphosis. His altered body wasn't working the way he was used to; even his voice was distorted, shrill and whistling. His throat wasn't even working the way it was supposed to; it felt like his breathing was one continuous cycle...

Stein held Dietmar by the beak and bent his head upward, golden-red eyes meeting the new falcon's confused, wavering stare. "Male... female... we do not breed in the way you might be used to, little one. All are one and the same in the flock. Our matings produce spirit eggs, which we use to put in humans and make them into birds..." the eagle said in reply, still stroking his massive, tapered member with his hand. Gobs of preseed began to run down the leading edge of his wingfeathers as his breeding tool grew thicker and more turgid, leaking preseed in leaping, energetic spurts that splattered on Dietmar's chestfeathers.

The golden eagle shoved Dietmar over onto his back and then gave a shrill laugh. "Another interesting bit of trivia you might want to remember... when a were-bird is heavy with eggs, they can't change back into their human form until they've laid every... last... one..." the eagle said, leering at the falcon below him while using his scaly toes to rub Dietmar's cloaca. Stein turned to his flock and met their sharp eyes with an evil smile, crying out sharply twice before addressing them with words. "Breed him!"

The flock of birds replied with cries of their own, and then swarmed over Dietmar, who closed his eyes in utter denial of what was happening. The former human felt wing-arms stroke and pull on his tail and head, legs and arms, and then felt a pair of beaks press against the downy folds of his cloaca. Slim, wet, warm tongues suddenly delved deep into his feather-clad sex, licking against his cock and the sensitive walls of his new combined opening. The sharp, narrow beaks easily pressed deeper into Dietmar's cloaca, each powerful lick making his legs weaken and drew a shrill moan from his beak.

Dietmar couldn't help himself any longer; his eyes shot open and he began to let out whistling, anxious cries as he was prepared for the mating. It was utter chaos; several raptors forcefully spread his legs apart- so strange to feel feathers coating part of his legs and scales another!- and tore the remains of his socks away from his taloned feet. Other birds battered each other with their powerful wings, fighting for the right to take his cloaca, while a lammergeier and an osprey quietly licked his sex. The red-tailed hawk- by virtue of his aggressive fighting- and the osprey & lammergeier- by virtue of being closest- came out on top, and began to position themselves on his tailfeathers. Almost immediately, all three males began pushing their tapered, slick birdhoods deep into his combined vent, seizing his avian virginity. ..

Crying sharply, Dietmar felt his talons curl in on themselves and pressed his hard beak against the metal under him, squeezing his legs tightly together as he was pounded by the three thick members. His cloaca was impossible to keep closed against the birds. The new opening was incredibly sensitive, deep, moist, and loose; utterly impossible to defend against the males taking his avian virginity. But that wasn't quite all; the bird's who weren't actively filling his cloaca were masturbating all around him, rubbing their members over his face-feathers and big toes, practically bathing him in musk. Stein the eagle shoved a bald eagle away from Dietmar's face- actually sending the other bird over the railing and forcing him to glide away- before taking his place and rubbing his golden-brown feathers cloaca all over the young falcon's beak and nostrils. Dietmar's falconhood throbbed and quivered as three cocks rubbed and slid against his own erect maleness, and a thick eagle-cock forced his beak open and pushed into his flexible throat...

The final straw for the poor, overstimulated were-falcon was when a scaly hand took hold of his new cock and began to stroke it right near the sensitive tip. Dietmar gave a feral cry- it was so loud it actually scared him- and felt his altered cock throb harder and harder, spurting thick jets of inhuman seed all over the claws and feathers of the bird stroking him. Immediately afterward, hot jets of cum lanced into his spasming cloaca as the first of the horny birds mating him came. Dietmar shivered as he felt a small climax wash through his own sex as he received the seed, still being roughly mated by two other slick, long cocks the entire time. Mixed sexual fluids began to drip down his own avian cock, covering it in a sticky, warm film of musky male-juices.

It was almost impossible for the poor falcon to tell what all was being done to his body save through sensation, however; his entire field of view was blocked by Stein's body. His hands trembled as he slipped them around the were-eagle's back, stroking the mighty predator's broad tailfeathers and massaging the taut folds of his cloaca. The eagle thrust backward and forward the whole time, pumping spurts of oily, salty eagle-pre over Dietmar's tongue and down his throat...

For what felt like hours, the birds mated with him two, three or four at a time, driving their long, thick, tapered bird-cocks deep into his sex. He would feel their strong, scaly talons latch onto his legs and feet however they could find room, then feel the press of their hot feathers against his, and then their long, slick members plunging deep into his seed-filled cloaca. Stein came into his beak and pumped eagle-cum straight down into his belly, before two were-hawks took their leader's place and masturbated until they came all over his throat-feathers, chest and beak. Yet more birds deposited their seed over his tail-feathers and onto his talons, making the were-falcon reek of male raptor-musk. His feathers began to stick together in ragged clumps, growing warm and heavy with the sheer volume of avian essence marking them. Dietmar rested his beak on the edge of the catwalk and felt his eyes lid with senseless, animal pleasure, crying and squawking almost mindlessly as his initiation into the flock continued...

When it was over, only Stein the golden eagle was still mating with him. The burly flock-captain took his sweet time when he finally decided to fill the fledgling's cloaca with his potent seed, and made sure to bury his load of gooey, hot eagle-cum deep inside Dietmar's overfilled sex. Stein's long orgasm made wet, lewd, terribly sticky sounds as it mixed with the rest of the bird-seed inside Dietmar's sex, sending the shivering falcon into a very long cloacal orgasm that made his entire under-body tingle. Dietmar was reasonably sure that the growing weight deep inside his sex was going to be a huge clutch...

"Good bird..." Stein rasped, rubbing his beak along edge of Dietmar's own mouth-parts as he breathed slow and deep. The golden eagle took his sweet time withdrawing, and then slowly wiped his wet cock against Dietmar's blue-white under-wing. It was one of the only places on the falcon's feathered body not already inundated with sticky, drying cum.

The spent raptors stumbled to their feet, folding their arms and wings down and beaking together. Dietmar felt Stein lift him from the floor by his wings, and then straighten out his wingfeathers and cum-stained tailfeathers with his huge but impressively-dexterous beak, laughing softly the whole time. The were-falcon stood straight and even, breathing slowly and trying to ignore the feeling of warm cum dripping down his legscales from his sex.

Stein gave Dietmar a huge grin, and then leaned forward to hug the smaller raptor. Dietmar practically melted into the larger bird's wings, shivering and sobbing once before being silenced by an awkward kiss.

The were-eagle pulled his beak away after licking Dietmar's forehead, still hugging him close. Stein poked his semi-hard cock inside Dietmar's abused cloaca, and then whispered, "Go have some fun, little falcon. You might be a fledgling, but you're raptor-clan now. Take whoever you want." Thoughtless, Dietmar nodded slowly and obediently, shivering powerfully and chirping as the eagle withdrew his penis again.

One by one, the raptors on the catwalk jumped onto the railing and then soared down to the ground. Instinctively following them, Dietmar jumped atop the railing. He felt a lump in his throat as his own talons locked around the metal bar- why was he following them?- but he spread his wings as they did, and raised his tailfeathers up in preparation for his first flight. The warm, musky air of the warehouse was easy to catch under his wings. It was an awkward, fluttering descent for the new were-bird, but he managed to land on his talons. Dietmar felt silly; his feathers were far too sticky to fly properly. Reflexively, he opened his wings and turned his head, slipping the long feathers between his beak to straighten them out and lick the sticky cum from them, feeling avian instincts leap to mind and subsume the chorus of shock and worry running through his normal thoughts...

Dietmar looked around at the ongoing avian orgy as he finished his self-cleaning; his head still felt fuzzy and his thoughts indistinct. His head twitched around and drank in the sights; bird's being mated on their backs and bellies, stroking each other's tapered cocks, licking and fingers their openings without a hint of restraint. At least six crows were mating in a long heap of black feathers, each cawing and driving his cock into the next in line, while being taken by the bird behind them. Small songbirds hung and kissed upside-down from the rafters; eagles wrestled and fought one another for dominance and mating rights; Dietmar even saw a secretary bird wearing a straightjacket and a falconry hood standing rigid-straight on his long legs as a groups of owls and a condor took turns licking his crimson-red cock. Cum slowly dribbled from the tip of the bird's member, but his orgasms looked agonizingly-slow; a thick cockring was fixed around the base of his maleness...

The musk of male-cum was almost overpowering in the warehouse as the were-bird flock continued their frenzied orgy, but slowly birds broke off to check on their newest brother, brushing wings and beaking with Dietmar as he awkwardly, reflexively reciprocated. The strain of transforming into a bird and the ensuing orgy had stripped him of his identity and energy in equal measure; Dietmar still wasn't sure what allegiance he really owed to the birds, but he couldn't help but respond to their screeching calls and caws with his own voice, as the flock's orgy came to a close. Smelling of hot, fresh sex, the were-birds resumed dancing one by one without skipping so much as a beat.

Swaying to the rhythm on his own talontips, Dietmar soon found it impossible to resist joining in. At first, his moves were slow and hesitant; the falcon was self-conscious, and unused to his light, limber body. But dancing came to him so easily! He watched the movements of each bird's wings, tailfeathers and bodies as they cavorted and pranced; each signaled to him instinctually what dance to perform. He felt, with a giddy rush, exactly *why* their dancing was so well coordinated; it *was* instinctive. Every member of the flock danced along the rhythm of the beat and each other's movements; like flying in formation, it was the most natural thing in the world to do...

Slowly, his half-flying dance led him closer and closer towards the pair of bluejays he's spied on earlier. The sight of the small, delicate, cute birds made blood rush through Dietmar's body into his falconhood. Operating on pure instinct, the new Peregrine let out a shrill cry and swept forward, catching one of the pair in his great wing-arms.

Oh, how the little bird wiggles and cried, trying to escape from his talons! It made something deep inside Dietmar's instincts positively tingle with delight, as he held the smaller bird's wings folded in, hooked his lower leg underneath the jay's long tailfeathers, and then began to work the hardening tip of his falcon-hood into the blue-feathered bird's sex. The blue-jay's cloaca clenched around his cock rapidly as the small bird twitched and flapped his wings, but Dietmar's wings kept the little bird hugged close. Sweet, sexual release came to him before long; the falcon felt his cock throb rapidly, felt the warm, energetic spurts of seed lance deep into the bluejay's opening, and then felt a sympathetic, cloacal orgasm pull his seed inward, deep into the small bird's sex.

Exhausted by his orgasm, the jay shivered and chirped submissively to Dietmar, who continued thrusting into his prey without stopping once. He mated until he'd filled the noisy jay three times and exhaustion overcame him. Between a lull in the music Dietmar wandered off, helped along by a pair of hawks who had begun to follow him. Their sharp eyes met his dull, listless gaze, and when they squawked at him he instinctively replied with a low, tired, call. The falcon wanted to play more, but he trusted his flock-mates.

The hawks led him past the bar and down a stairwell, taking entire flights of stairs at a time in great, gliding jumps. Underneath the concrete and steel, the music from upstairs was considerably dampened. Through two lightless corridors they carried him, before gently letting him down inside a small room covered in a mass of torn pillows and blankets. Many warm, winged shapes huddled together and slept in the makeshift nest; some of them with rounded, egg-heavy bellies.

Calming instinctively in the nest-room, Dietmar gave a long yawn and curled up underneath a pair of ravens, warm and snug amid all the bedding, body heat and feathers.

He was soon well on his way into sound slumber.