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"Hey mate, hey!" I called after the man, as he and two others struggled to wheel a large crate up the concrete steps; leading to the museum. I had noticed something fall out of a small crack in the box, and was trying to get their attention regarding it.

The frustrated man turned to me, seemingly not pleased with my interruption of his difficult task. "Can't you see that I am busy? Either give us a hand or sod off."

I wasn't getting the best impression from the guy. Nevertheless, something had fallen from their delivery a couple of steps down. While they may very well not care; I was sure the recipient of the delivery would. Since the delivery was clearly for the museum, my workplace, I figured it would be easier for all of us if I just picked it up and delivered it myself. It was after hours, but it would only take a moment of my time.

Kneeing down I scooped up the trinket, being careful while doing so; as it could be a rare archaeological item for all I knew.

I made my way up the steps and stood at the top, watching the three of them slowly edge the crate towards me. Finally, after a couple of minutes wait, they reached the top of the stairs and the three of them sighed in relief. The one that had spoken to me earlier gave me a glare, given that I had just stood there during their struggle. Perhaps I would have felt obliged to assist them if he hadn't been do rude? Besides, they were getting paid for this.

I followed them as they wheeled the crate inside and to the front desk. They handed over some forms for a signature, then left the hefty burden to the museum.

"We need to get better delivery services" I suggested to the secretary, as the two men made their way to the exit.

"Why is that?" she inquired.

"Well," I continued, "generally the delivery services we pay for are supposed to treat our items with care, given their delicate nature. But those lot didn't even see this fall out of the crate," and as I said that I let the trinket dangle from my hand by its chain. As I did her expression changed, clearly not too pleased with the idea of potentially priceless museum property being lost in the street.

"That won't do, that won't do at all" she said, somewhat irritatedly. "I told some of the people in the board that the recent cuts were hurting the services to the museum. But they won't listen to me, not the people who actually have to run this place day to day. They just sit at their comfy desks and think they know everything about how this place..."

Her voice seemed to trail off. In truth I hadn't been paying attention to her, not since I first opened my hand and clearly saw the trinket dangling there in front of me. On it was a small pendant in the shape of a bird, no, a winged reptile; or something between the two. But it was not its appearance that had caught my attention, there was something about it, something I couldn't place my finger on. That shiny little object, that bright gleam...

"...so just hand it to me and I'll make sure they get it."

"What?" I said, somewhat confused.

The receptionist repeated, "that thing you have. Just pass it here and I'll hand it over to the right person."

Even as I spoke to her, my eyes didn't leave the object I seemed to be fixated with. "...no ...no no it's fine. I'm heading to my office to pick up some things anyway, I think what's his name is still up there; and I'll hand it right over. Don't trouble yourself."

She seemed to think for a moment, but when answering must have found my suggestion agreeable. "On the way down, mind picking me up a cup of joe? I'm here all night; and it's probably going to be a long one."

"No problem" I said, "back in a bit". With that I turned around, making my way to the stairs. I had no intention of handing the trinket over, I would go down the stairs on the other side; and through the back exit. I didn't know why, why was I doing this? She knew I had the item; and would undoubtedly report me when it's found to have not arrived. But for some strange reason this didn't seem to concern me, all that did; was that I hanged on to the pendant.

I exited the building and got into my car. I just sat there for a moment, thinking on what I was doing; and how it was so unlike me. I opened my hand and looked at the trinket again, its appearance indescribably facilitating; despite the simple form. I don't know how long I simply sat there, staring at the little object. After I while I got another impulse, an urge so great I couldn't resist it, I needed to wear it.

Quickly I put the item on. I started the car and began my journey home, as by now the receptionist was probably wondering where I was. A feeling of liberation swelled at the back of my mind as I passed the museums gates. There was something deeply... satisfying about wearing it. I was very pleased with myself, despite having just committed a criminal act. I felt like I did when I left my last crappy job, my choice. But I liked this job, so why did I feel such elation doing something that would undoubtedly cost me it?

As I travelled along the rout home my mind turned to my wife, how could I possibly explain what I had done? Clearly I'd have to, as it couldn't wait until the police were knocking at my door. What had I done? But as soon as I thought along those lines, it seemed my sudden shift in personality had something else to say on the matter. There was no concern for justifying myself to her, or the concern of dealing with the police. I only had one thing on mind, that body. My crotch began to burn, a yearning tingling sensation that anticipated some action. All my mind could focus on was what I could do, in fact; what I would do with her soft feminine form. I wanted to be with her, needed to. I needed to feel her tight vaginal walls around my manhood.

With that I slowly began to accelerate the speed of the car, giving little concern for any traffic police that may be in the area. I needed her, I needed that body, I needed to fuck it. My cock was glowing white hot, I had never felt so horny in my life, crying for release. I couldn't take it, there was something wrong with my dick, it felt strange and was throbbing so intensely... a women!

I pulled the car to the side of the street; where a scantily dressed women was standing on display. Clearly she was a prostitute, but that didn't matter to me, she offered relief. The women strolled to my car window and asked how she could help.

I pitifully answered "It hurts... it needs a women's touch."

The women grinned, putting on a sarcastic voice. "Awe poor baby, let me see and I'll kiss it better."

While still sat in the seat, I hastily undid my pants and pulled them down; along with the underwear. As I did I saw her eyes widen, seemingly horrified. She screamed, running from the car door; and calling for help. I wasn't going to wait for help to arrive, so I drove away quickly. As I did I took a few peeks down, it took several looks before my mind registered what I was looking at.

"My god, what happened to my dick?"

The penis was massive, animalistic in appearance; and was erecting from a slit in my crotch. It looked like it was designed to retract inside my body when not erect, stored internally. I could see what it was, this throbbing monstrosity where my normal manhood was supposed to be. But despite me knowing something was horrible wrong, that feeling at the back of my mind was quite pleased with its appearance. It felt good, so good, and it needing testing.

I pulled over for just a moment to adjust my lower clothing, covering up the freakish penis. These urges were too strong, I needed to get home and to my wife, I needed to get relief! That's all that mattered right now, to appease these painfully strong urges to fuck and fuck hard. But whatever was wrong with me, part of me couldn't bare the thought of subjecting my love to such indignity. I loved her, but the urges were stronger and I couldn't help but submit. Even as I drove one hand explored the great bulge in my pants. What was happening to me?

Even as I hastily parked the car in front of my house, a sense of dread fell over me as to what I was planning to do with her. But my guilt and shame was slowly being drowned out by that other part of me, the part that was excited and looking forward to the action. I ascended the steps and unlocked the front door, primal desires pushing me forward. I found her in bed, reading. She greeted me with a smile and asked how my day at work had been. Fighting the urge to just jump on her right there and then, I attempted to at least prepare her for what was to come.

"Honey..." I said, "I've had a bad day, a very bad day. Would you please... it would make it all better if you" I grunted, "...I'd like to be with you, right now. I need you right now, I really do. Please honey..."

A concerned expression appeared in her eyes. But sensing that I was desperate, she faked a smile and agreed to have some fun. Like a good faithful wife, seeing her partner was upset; and tending to his needs with understanding and love. I was so sorry.

She got out the covers and walked to the end of the bed, turning around and bending over to pick the book off the covers. She was wearing a nightie, nude underneath. When I saw those soft vaginal lips as she bent over; that was the end of it, I could no longer hold back. I moved into position behind her and dropped my pants, wrapping my hands around her and giving those breasts a squeeze. That cock was resting between her legs, pressing against her opening.

"Mmmph, y... you've been dying for this all day haven't you?" she spoke softly, as she caressed her own body. "Well I've been thinking of you as well, I've been hoping you would take me soon."

Her hands began to explore downward. Not wanting her to inspect my manhood, I pulled back into position; and then glided its full moist length into her welcoming treasure. She gave out a cry, probably surprised by just how much her lover had to offer her. A great sense of relief fell over me as it sank into her inch by inch, pressing against her vaginal walls quietened the painful urges; and now only left the desire.

I wasted no time in starting the motions, each thrust into her tightness granting both great pleasure and relief. She slowly parted her legs a little more as her upper half rested on the bed, accommodating her husbands bestial length. Surly she must have noticed that her husband was different? We were both intimately familiar with each other, so the monster cock pounding into her was sure to raise some questions. But she just lay there as I did the deed, calling out in exquisite ecstasy as she was repeatedly parted.

"Oh, oh god! Harder, harder please!" she cried out.

My dick was more than pleased to respond to her request, increasing its pace and the depth it plunged into her. I could have easily lost myself to those feelings, that intense sexual satisfaction, but a part of me still cared about my wife; and was trying to understand why she seemed ignorant to there being something different. She was near screaming as the cock pushed into her again and again. Her hands were grasping the bed covers; as if its long length making its way deeper and deeper into her was next to unbearable. I caught a glimpse of drool on her lips, she was being overwhelmed by pleasure, it must have felt so good to her that nothing else was of concern.

This wasn't normal, that dick was doing something to her. It was infecting her with the intense lust that I suffered from, the one that led me to violate my wife with that inhuman cock. No, I couldn't do this to her. It may have taken me; but it couldn't have her! With that I gathered all my strength and pulled out, falling to the floor on my backside as I did so. She turned around to face me, her eyes widening as she lay them on her husband, on that monstrosity between my legs. I could only imagine what ran through her mind as its appearance sank in, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as those strong urges returned, stronger than ever. It hurt, not a painful hurt; but the pain of intense unfulfilled lust. It was as if the air itself was burning with a fire that inflicted primal desires on everything it consumed, and the only place of safety was the moist clutching walls behind that women's genital lips.

Much to my dismay, I was not alone in my pain. Seeming not to care about my cocks appearance, my wife begged me to return to her. She groaned as she fell back onto the bed and masturbated vigorously, wild hands reaching under her nightie, finding no relief in it. It was too late, whatever I had; it was infecting her and for that I felt great shame. But greater than that was my penis throbbing wildly for the sight in front of me. Defeated I got up, walked towards her; and slid what had enslaved us both to lust back inside of her.

There was a great sense of gratification as I did so, from her as well; as she gave out a loud sigh. With that I resumed pounding into her, both of us being aware that something terrible was happening; but we were powerless to stop. But for me it was more than just lust. I tried to push the much desired pleasures aside; and think on that feeling at the back of my mind. That feeling that drove me to steal, that feeling that pushed me to violate my wife. That feeling was getting stronger, becoming more my own; as part of me was taking great satisfaction in what I had done to her.

I feared that part of my mind, that darker me. It felt like focusing on it only helped it consume more of myself, like walking into a great darkness. But I needed to know what it was, it was connected to all this somehow; I knew it. I dared to stare into that great blackness with my minds eye, it seeming to get closer; and reach out for me.

"My god" I said to myself, there was something in here with me, in my head!

For the first time I realized those feelings and thoughts had not been my own, they belonged to the entity that had been resting at the back of my mind. I couldn't see it, but it felt feral and wild. It was smiling at me, I couldn't see; but I knew it was smiling at me. Now that I was aware of its presence it made no attempt to hide from me. It turned from me and looked outward lustfully, sharing my experience with my wife.

No, it couldn't do that, the bastard! Even as my hands explored under my wife's nightie; and started to grope at her breasts, I wasn't sure if it was me doing it or the creature. The bastard was fucking my wife, through me. That was his cock gliding back and forth into my wife's precious treasure, violating her, his lust for her body growing by the minute. But, it felt like my lust, my urges. It was difficult to differentiate between his desires and my own, I felt in total control, but clearly I was not.

I gripped her nightie and ripped it from her with ease, discarding it at the side of the bed; so that I may behold her delicate nude form. I then set out stripping myself, with great difficulty; given that I was not willing to separate from her. Occasionally thrusting between her welcoming legs a few times between the removal of clothing, when the delay had become unbearable. We were both fully nude at last, pressing against each other. Again, was this me or the beast within?

I concentrated hard, risking losing myself to that bestial presence; so that I could clearly see it in my mind. I kept getting brief flashes. A scaly tail with bushy feathers at the end, a brown underbelly, a bird beak and black featherless wings. All so chaotic and random, seeming to have little relevance with each other. Was this thing a bird or a reptile? I pushed through the confusion, getting closer to the beast, until finally it had come into clarity.

It was like nothing I had ever seen in the natural world. The core body was that of a black feathered bird, a green scaly whip like tail with the odd batch of brown feathers resting behind it. It had wings, not feathered wings; but black skin stretched across a bat like frame. Travelling up the back of its long neck was long red feathers, at least I thought they were feathers. Finally I stared into its black avian face, red gleaming eyes and a sharp yellow beak. But it was those eyes, giving no indication as to its thoughts and seeming to glow in the darkness in my mind. They felt as if they were piercing right through me, menacing and feral.

Again I got that feeling, it was smiling at me. It didn't have lips to smile with; but I knew it was smiling. In front of me it became erect with a all too familiar penis, then turned to squat over a women lying on the floor, my wife! It slid itself into her, bird thighs shuddering and grinding as it made itself comfortable within her.

"Stop that! Get out of her, you animal!" I screamed at the creature.

Its long neck turned its head to face me, I still got the sense it was grinning. It continued using her while maintaining sight of me, like it wanted me to watch; as it ravaged her. The likeness of my wife moaned and squirmed under the creature, her hands ruffling through its chest feathers; as it flapped both wings to intensify its thrusting. She seemed to enjoy the company of the beast, lovingly caressing its body; while I got a tail raised view of the penetration point.

"Stop it, just stop it, leave her alone" I sobbingly pleaded. Despite in this dark world; I could still feel my crotch glowing, as both my wife and me interacted in the physical world. All I could do was watch defencelessly, its every genital exploration into my wife having a similar sensation on my own member.

He just kept staring at me, the flapping of his wings keeping his lower half in motion to press ever closer to the likeness of my wife under him. But then his head tilted to the side, as if he was looking at something behind me. I didn't want to take him out of my sight, but he definitely found something very curious behind there. I could no longer ignore it, so I turned.

I was back in the physical world, still pleasuring my wife with that creatures cock, the sound of her crying in unending ecstasy. I wasn't sure what had happened, until my line of thought was interrupted by a terrible pain in my lower back; and an unsettling crunching sound like bones snapping. It was pain of the real sort, it felt as if my lower back had burst open; and my spine was stretching out from the hole. I fell forward against my wife in agony, the pain for a moment exceeding my desires for sex; and the thrusting coming to a pause. I could feel my spine wiggling in the air as it grew in length, it was horrible. The growing slowly decreased in speed, and a warmness washed over it.

The worst of it was over, but I could still feel my spine seemingly stretching; and the horrible sound of clicking and crunching bones. I looked to my wife while straining and grunting from the experience, past her breasts was a face staring to the left in sheer horror. The desires for sex were too great for her to say anything, all she could do was stare in that direction. My eyes joined hers to look what way, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

On that side of the room was a large wardrobe spanning the length of the wall. On that wardrobe was a mirror, and in that mirror I saw a large reptilian tail reaching out from my behind. It was still growing in length and thickening, the beginning of brown feathers forming at its tip and becoming bushy. It kept flexing and recoiling, each reach forward increasing its length that bit more. It grew so much in thickness it had consumed my entire buttocks and was now eating into my scrotum. Two testicles plopped inside my body, the last of my scrotum following; until all that was present of my external genitalia was the slit which my penis was erect from. My pubic hairs converted into brown fluffy feathers, spreading to cover my lower area, the changes stopping there.

I had seen this tail before, I didn't want to admit where; but I knew it. It became clear to me the creature wanted more than just my penis, it wanted my whole body in the form I had seen in my mind; and it was taking it piece by piece. As the growing sensations faded; the desire for pleasure once again took dominance. I resumed mating with my wife, that new limb straining and bobbing in enjoyment, giving the odd flick in delight of sharing this experience with me. My wife wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me that bit closer, her legs resting on top of the base of that new tail.

What the hell was I going to do? This was insane, that creature was turning me into a monster. He is stronger than both of us, we couldn't even stop fucking each other silly for two minutes; to figure out what we could do. And the longer this went on, the less control I seemed to have. He was getting stronger, I could feel our two minds getting closer; and with each step he gained more control. He was no longer just hinting at me any more, he was replacing me, I was fading away and he was filling the gaps. I still felt like I was in control, that I was still me, but I knew that not to be the case; as my desires and actions became more his. Would I even notice when I was gone and he was all that remained?

"I'm sorry" was all I could manage to say to her, between the intimate cries and groans, as her eyes met my own.

Both of our faces were stricken with insatiable lust, but I could see a hint of sadness and fear in her eyes. I could only hope that she understood it wasn't me, that I was still in here; but a monster was taking control. I could only imagine how she felt having that monsters cock within her, the underside of my tail pressing against her; just below the penetration point. Then my legs began to ache with an all too familiar pain, the sound of bones beginning to click and grind together again.

"No... stop, please stop! No more, please!" I was pleading with the creature not to go through with it, but it had little care for my feelings on the matter.

My femur bones began to shorten, my thigh muscles bulging as prickly black feathers coated their surface. The rest of the leg was growing in length, seeming to thin as the mass was redistributed. I found myself forced on my toes as the back of my feet curved upward rather painfully, the end growing considerably in length. Two toes merged into one; as another changed direction to face behind me, all of them growing large sharp talons. It was both bizarre and agonizing at the same time, I grunted and cried as my legs drastically changed shaped and darkened with thick scales. The pain subsided and I was left with large taloned bird legs, the thick tail compensating for the balance.

But no later had that change ended that the pain spread across other parts of my body. Even as those feathered thighs pressed against my wife's most private regions for the first time, the changes had begun elsewhere. It was over, the creature in my mind was talking me all the way, right here and now. I wanted to close my eyes so I didn't see it happening, but every time I did I saw the creature looking right back at me, closer than ever.

I looked to my wife with a face full of dread. "Goodbye my love," I said, "please forgive me." And with that I cried out in pleasure and pain as, my body shacked at the intensity of the oncoming wave of changes.

My spine crunched downward noisily, shortening my torso; as my neck pushed out and grew in length. My fingers rapidly lengthening as my arms shrank and reshaped. Skin grew across the fingers as the hands reformed into wings, the skin tinting darker. The brown feathers covering my private area burst forward and coated my now nipple-less chest, changing into a deep black as they reached upward and travelled up my neck.

The speed and severity of the changes were too much. I fell to the floor, my penis leaving my wife's soft treasure. Twitching and moaning, groaning to the sound of cracking bones as I fruitlessly reached out to gasp at something for stability; with no hands to grasp with. Hard claws scraped across the floor as I desperately tried to gain control, that thick tail whacking against the front of the bed; while I could hear my wife crying out. Even while overwhelmed by the ongoing changes, I could still focus on her pain, a mixture of what was happening to her dear husband and the burning of her privates.

"No, no! Noooaaawwwrrrk!" I cried as the changes reached my face. My vision shifting, my voice being reduced to a feral squawk; as my teeth merged and pushed out of my lips to form a beak. My human expressions were buried, hidden under a field of black feathers; until only his face remained. I lay there on the floor, panting heavily as the pain faded away. Staring at the creature that had haunted me in my mind, looking back at me in the mirror with those deep crimson eyes. His mind was closer to me than ever.

I stood up, my wife being introduced to the monster within; as I gazed upon my own image. An excitement filling my mind, I felt quite pleased with my appearance, stretching out new limbs while inspecting my image. The intense sex drive had finally left me in peace, but I was still feeling unsatisfied, as I wanted to feel my seed filling that girl on the bed. I looked to her lustfully, a long tongue testing the sharpness of my beak. She was still consumed with desire, even now as she stared at her former husband in disbelief; all that was likely going through her mind was the peace that my cock may bring her.

I obliged, not wanting to leave my lover waiting.

There was some structural incompatibilities, but sure enough I climbed onto the bed and stood over her, my magnificent talons at either side of her waist. I let my cock throb in front of her, teasing the girl, until she voluntarily reached up and wrapped her hands around my feathered back; pulling me down onto her. I didn't even have to manoeuvre myself into position, she found that cock on her own and led it to her sweet soft lips. Mmmph, human girls are so tight.

I spread my wings and began the motions, flapping them to induce a rocking motion; that sent my cock sliding in and out of her. It felt so good, soft pubic feathers ruffling; as my straining thighs pressed against the girl again and again. I couldn't help but give out a few squawks, as my tail flicked around wildly. I set my eyes on my love, she probably couldn't tell how pleased I was; but she surly knew me well enough to tell.

She certainly appeared to be enjoying herself, cries like that didn't come from those with unsatisfied needs. But something was wrong, behind that pleasured expression was a deeply unsettled women. Why was she looking at me like that? She hadn't looked at me like that before, what was wrong? Ah, maybe she wasn't very comfortable being sexed by a cockatrice? I mean, I could understand with her being human an all. But it was something easy enough to resolve, being human that is. She would feel much more comfortable if she was something else. Then she wouldn't have to worry about what all the other humans think about our marriage.

I gathered up some energy and allowed it to flow into her. I directed it, gave it purpose. It wasn't long before her pubic hair had converted into a soft white fur, that fur spread outward; and began to coat her whole body. She was my wife and I wanted her to be beautiful, what had greater beauty and grace than the legendary unicorn? I wouldn't take her all the way, after all she had needs; like wearing cloths and holding things. But I would change her just enough, just enough to be beautiful.

Besides, I always wanted to fuck a unicorn.

Her breathing intensified as the changes became deeper than skin deep, her bones and flesh reforming. I knew it pained her, so I held her all the more deeply; her orgasms drowning out any discomfort she may have been feeling. Her hair turned a pure white as a horn pieced through her skull, a small trickle of blood running down her face.

"Help me" she pleaded. Hearing her for the first time after so long taking me by surprise. "Please, if you are still in here, help me!".

Help you? But I was helping her, what else was I... I... oh no, no no no! What had I done to her? What was I doing? I looked on at her as she faded from recognition, a muzzle pushing its way out of her once beautiful face; to the sound of a horses cry echoing throughout the house.

It had control of me, but I had broken out for just a moment. His mind was so close now, so close. I needed to think fast, but I didn't know what to do. Cockatrice? It said it was a cockatrice. I knew that mythical species well, given that mythological animals was one area of study of mine at the museum... pleasure. No! I needed to concentrate, ignoring my dick quivering in the depths of my increasingly equine love. This could be the last time I regained control; and my only chance of doing something.

I cautiously turned my focus to what was supposedly a cockatrice in my mind, it certainly met the description of one. He seemed distracted, burying his cock ever deeper into my now unicorn like wife. She maintained some human features, breasts and a body structure for walking upright, but she bared no recognition to her former human self. I hoped she could forgive me for trying not to pay attention to what he was doing to her, I needed to think.

Cockatrice... there was a legend about the cockatrice, but whether that applied to this horny bastard I was not sure. On thinking that it suddenly occurred to me that it was true, how I knew I wasn't sure; but I seemed convinced. Perhaps with our minds so close, in the process of merging, I could access its memories? In fact I was sure of it, I knew how to use that ability, but the cost...

I looked back through my eyes, its eyes. My wife panting and groaning, both her and it quickly reaching their peak. Even with that animal face, I could still see the fear and desperation in her eyes. I knew what I had to do, I just had to wait until the beast was at its most distracted moment. Both me and her, there was no saving us. I wouldn't allow myself to fade into memory, while it treated my wife as its personal slut.

The cockatrice had reached its peak, pressure climbing up the length of its cock; as it was moments away from ejaculation. Just then, just as its eyes were about to leave his equine lover to call out in victory of a successful mating, I used its powers. It didn't seem to notice that its eyes flashed, as its face aimed upward and its beak parted for a loud feral cry. Our manhood erupted, seed bursting forward and coating the unicorn hybrids inner walls. Our cock pulsated, more and more seed releasing, each time a long awaited pleasure that sent our wings and tail twitching wildly.

We were both lost in that exquisite sensation, the intense orgasm seemingly lasting forever. So long in fact that it acquired the attention of the cockatrice, who looked down to inspect the hold up. Our wife... wasn't moving. The equine was locked in a orgasmic pose, petrified into solid stone; with her legs wrapped around us. The cockatrice was confused, trying to cut past its perpetual state of orgasm; to make sense of what had happened. A sadness fell over him, as it did me, she was gone.

That sadness was soon replaced with fear, a terrible dread when we saw that the petrification had spread from her stone genital lips; and was travelling along our length. Gradually we were being turned to stone, our legs already petrified; and the cockatrice started to panic as the process travelled upward along its body.

I turned inward. I saw the cockatrice flapping around wildly, its taloned feat scraping across the floor as it ran around the dark empty void of my mind, desperately trying to find a way out. We were both screwed, its ability to petrify using its sight turned against him; and there was no escape for either of us. It turned to me, a feeling of rage filling the area it stood in. It was very upset with me, but I didn't think it had anything left to use against me.

"This is what you get" I said, strangely calm; in the face of certain death. "This is what you get for hurting me and my wife."

"My wife!" the creature actually spoke! A awkwardness in its voice, as a beak wasn't very useful for verbal communication. Something confusing considering we're not in the physical world. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" it repeated as it hopped angrily. "She loves me... not you!" its voice trailing off as it struggled to finish the sentence properly, it sounded very frustrated.

"Your wife huh?" I inquired. "The wife that you fucked without consent? The wife that you violated, that you ripped the humanity from; and turned into an animal against her will?"

The creature was silent, and I continued.

"You don't know the meaning of that word wife, what it truly means, and you took all of it away! You killed her, you killed us both."

The creature seemed quite upset. "No kill, no kill. Just change. We were happy, you change that, now we stone." it then spoke more angrily "You ruin everything. My wife! My wife! My job and home!"

His job? What on Earth was it on about? I thought on what it had said for a few seconds and then it dawned on me. When it was in control, after it had changed me completely, it wasn't just it in there. I think it was both of us, a little of me and a little of it. The creature seemed to genuinely think that some of my memories were its own, that my wife was in fact his wife. I would have found it amusing if I wasn't about to die.

With that I heard a deep rumbling sound off in the distance. Rock formations started randomly appearing out of nowhere, the darkness being replaced with a bright light. My inner world was changing, slowly being petrified; likely in response to my... our exterior body. We were surrounded by rock formations, and they were getting closer. The cockatrice was looking around wildly, panicking and squawking at the forming rock as it approached. My own heart raced, but seeing that creature trapped in this situation as well brought me some comfort.

"You poor ridiculous creature. You love her you say?" My words attracting the cockatrice's attention. "If you really love her, then die with her."

It just looked at me, as rocks reached ever closer around us. It looked around at the approaching wave of stone, then back to me, and then dispersed into a burst of smoke. Suddenly I was back in the cockatrice's living body, the stone up to my neck and slowly edging upward. A spray of smoke force its way out of my lungs. It took the shape of the cockatrice's face and beamed at me angrily, before floating downward and back into the pendant still around my neck.

I was left alone, my mind clear at last. Even as the stone edged its way up my feathery neck, I still gave a joyful squawky laugh; that I may at least die in peace.

My body felt so heavy and hard, so cold. I couldn't feel anything below the shoulders of my wings, the stone flowing inward once the skin was covered. Strangely, what I could feel was the penetration point between myself and my wife, still left in a state of perpetual orgasm. I had to fight through the intense pleasure to be able to concentrate during my last moments, looking down into the equine eyes of my petrified wife, locked in her own orgasmic pose. Knowing that my end would be soon, I allowed myself to submit to that pleasure between us. My beak parted and I instinctively started calling out in the cockatrice's feral voice, the orgasm overwhelming me as the stone crawled over my face; and locked it in that pleasured expression forever.

The next day our front door was busted down, police entered the house; and several museum staff followed behind. They searched the house, room by room, looking for where the reported stolen item may be. Eventually they entered the bedroom, to find a very unusual and provocative statue sitting on the bed. They couldn't find myself or my wife, or the stolen pendant, but retrieved the statue for inspection.

It wasn't some ancient relic, nor was it reported as being stolen from anywhere. They assumed given that the pendant was stolen, that this must have been another item lifted from somewhere at a prior date. Until they found the owner of the statue, they put it on display in a restricted area, restricted given the item was inappropriate for the under age. They couldn't really show a statue of a anthropomorphic unicorn and cockatrice in mid orgasm to the little children on school visits. Regardless the detail was exquisite, which made it a fine central piece for the section dedicated to the history of expressive erotica.

But little did they know, and much to my surprise, I was alive. How I didn't understand, but I could think and see through the statues eyes, locked in a state of perpetual ecstasy. And I wasn't alone, she was with me, my love. We met with each other often, in our minds, exploring worlds of our own creation. It had begun with a nightmare, together we made it our heaven. And hidden under the stone feathers of my neck, out of site, was the pendant that started it all. That cockatrice quietly sleeping again inside his little cage, hopefully sleeping for all eternity.