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Damien felt a welling pressure in his gut as he looked at his home, dismissing his assistant who drove him home to go park somewhere, and sighed as he caught a flicker of movement upstairs that quickly disappeared from sight but left the blinds to sway about. It's everyday with him...Logan...

Just thinking of his name sent a tingle down his spine and tried to incite blood to rush to his crotch, but the psychologist managed to will himself back to normal before he became easy picking just as he stepped inside. The human was nervous coming inside, for one call ahead while he was heading out from the institution he used to work at after officially resigning had him anxious.

I have a surprise for you. Hurry home.

Logan's kept up his charade of being unpredictable for years now since they've been together, and against Damien's better judgment he fell victim. To. Every. Last. One. He's had friends and family alike tell him that it was a bad idea to continue being courted to someone as mighty as Logan was in the swing of things, but Damien was always ready to refute any opinion on the matter matching such a description with "do you wanna be his next victim after he kills me and comes to you for suggesting I do it?"

The Lugia of legends was still quite insane, mind you; his discharge from the institution had been...unofficial, so Damien had to work tooth and nail to convince the staff that he was not responsible for the legend's disappearance. He blamed it on the door, despite its many locks and material being able to ward off tampering from within. It got to a point where lying couldn't be made anymore obvious and he told his colleague Dr. Richards one day, and everything went to a standstill from there. For one, he wasn't permitted to floor B-7 anymore, as a precarious measure from staff to avoid losing other patients to a "pocketed ball for capture", and after learning where Logan was housed Damien was demanded of evaluations to send the institution. Weekly.

Until today, as he resigned to his fate after reporting the same 'he won't stop pining about fish in the sea that do not exist' case for three months straight.

Now he just had to get a grip of himself and open the front door...And...here we go. With a creak that he will have to fix later, Damien entered his home that he's been able to fund for a majority of his time being a Pokemon Psychologist. His resignation wouldn't put a damper on things and should money start getting tight, he had networking that'd help him get out of any hole he might dig himself into. But even with that, the problem wouldn't be him.

It'd be Logan.

The lights were dimmed, as to match the waning sun in the horizon several miles away from the hilltop the structure was built on, so Damien only had one thing to wonder in the midst of him coming inside. Was he about to die? Setting down his work briefcase filled with nothing but documents one must never look at, he slowly edged his way into the house, taking his shoes off as he went to limit the amount of noise his footfalls would make. Snooping through his own home was warranted-even if the suspect of his caution lived with him.

He ignored the glistening TV mounted on a stable wall almost too big to just be 'for simple entertainment'; he ignored the couches that looked to be imported from overseas at Hoenn; and he most certainly ignored his kitchen, stocked with food to last him half a lifetime with his current years without a trip to the market and the hardwood floors that designed it to look so metallic. None of those luxurious conveniences mattered when there was danger afoot. And speaking of a foot, one step towards the couch to hide left Damien to bump into the tablestand next to the armchair that he always forgot to move to the other side so he'd stop kicking it. Normally with a shoe on, it'd just be a minor ache that'd pass eventually but with only a sock on it smarted like mad. He held in as much breath as he could and nearly bit his lip hard enough to pierce skin as he quietly hopped around to soothe the pain from flaring up his leg. Last thing he needed to know was that he had a chipped toenail that would need a hospital to look at.

Finding the plush couch cushions to be empty, Damien settled down on them as slowly as he could, thanking Arceus above that he didn't make a peep getting on the comfortable pillows to rest easy.

But that was cut short as an open-mouth sigh got saliva dripped inside that made him cough.

Up above him, which he always forgot to look, was Logan latched onto the ceiling like some demented entity seeking to make his life suffer-though the avian's done enough of that. Being at his full size, it was a surprise for anyone to miss the large 16' bird hanging onto anything, though that blame was partly on how the house was colored.

White and blue.

Damien's shock left him frozen and before he could even snap out of it and try to break for upstairs Logan let go and made to drop on him. So this was it, he must have done something wrong that he couldn't remember for the life of him or that the avian finally snapped while he was out and sought to make him his first victim after so long to tack onto his kill count of 16. But when he was just about ready to belly flop the doomed human, Logan righted his fall, slowed his descent, and began to glow a bright white that would have sent anyone that wasn't Damien into a blind stupor. He was used to Logan's unpredictable changes from his natural form to other...bodies he had up his sleeve.

This just happened to be the one that started it all those years ago, only three to be exact, the musculature of the anthropomorphized avian practically glistening in the faint lighting as he dropped down on Damien like an angel with malevolent intent. His gaze matched such a simile in fact, and doubly so when his hands came down to pin the helpless human to the couch he was gonna try hiding on until this mood to be sneaky abated.

"My dear Damien...Whatever are you doing sneaking around inside our house...? I would have killed you but I caught your scent and knew for certain that you weren't someone masquerading as my lover." Damien did not like that tone. It's the sickeningly sweet one that's plagued his dreams, saved him from nightmares but reminded him that no dark thoughts could match the prison he was trapped in with Logan, and cooed in his head whenever he was out for longer than a half hour.

"I wanted to make sure there wasn't a break-in."

"_ Liar." That voice snapped at him like he were a child that broke something priceless and irreplaceable. " **_You were just going to hide from me, and stave off my affection and protection like I do nothing for you..." Logan's eyes looked deranged glaring daggers at Damien, the human finding his arms losing blood circulation. " **Ignore me like my past admirers...I won't let you dream of it..."

"What _will _you let me dream of then, Logan? You don't exactly give me the creative freedom." The snarl on the avian's face made it look like Damien sealed his fate right then and there, but as he had hoped by responding without fear, the bird's usual sick-sweet demeanor returned and his hold eased up.

"Only for what you need, my dearest...You and I...~" There was something up with Logan, that was for certain, and he was a lot less hands-y with his touch and more tongue than usual, as shown as it snaked out of his drool-filled maw and squirmed its way around the human's face like a curious snake seeking a burrow of rabbits.

"Figured every time you do that you get bored..."

"You don't bore me, my love. You excite me no matter what you do.~" Excite was right; no sooner did Logan adopt a much more tolerable attitude did it become obvious that he was getting aroused. All thirteen inches glared at Damien like a sea creature loomed over foolish sea men, curled and ready to rip him in two for old times sake. "You make me yearn for you with every breath, pine with every step and obsess over when you're gone. And now that you've quit...There's no stopping us from being together for the rest of our lives."

"Don't remind me..." It had been heart-breaking to leave Harris Institution behind, but he had no choice. Logan would not stop demanding that they be a real couple that didn't have so many obligations that involved being apart. Mind you, Logan was always here at home for the Great One had replaced him and stripped him of the power to calm the seas whenever the Trio of Elements were disturbed. All he had was his innate power to his name and that's that. Nothing more. Unfortunately for Damien, it didn't seem like not having a job for Logan changed much about him. "Richards looked ready to cry..."

"I would have licked them up if I were you.~" Logan used that time to slurp his way into Damien's mouth and tongue it, practically stuffing his mouth full as he got his kick out of the scene. But the human was...unimpressed. And it took Logan a fair few minutes to realize that the human wasn't gagging on his slippery mass of muscle or trying to push him away for air before pulling back out. This...disturbed Logan, to say the least.

"Are you done?" And without further ado, Damien let slip one emotion that Logan was always a sucker for as he was for the avian as a whole-boredom.

"No...I...Hmph. Don't think this is over, my love. I'll make you crack...You can't act as if my affection doesn't get to you forever..." For a moment, it looked like Logan was gonna snap again but he merely prowled off of Damien's body like a feline and made his way for the stairs. When he was sure Damien was watching him leave, the Lugia turned around to look him in the eye, swirl his finger around in his beak and slap his own ass to leave a wet mark upon it before finally departing.

Like a veil lifting off a stage, the house seemed to brighten up despite the sun being long gone by now, leaving Damien to continue undressing from his work attire of a blue button-down and brown trousers. Like he said, it had been hard uttering that he was leaving Harris for good and Richards' face as he got in the car and looked back was almost academy award-winning in terms of raw emotion, but he had to put all of that behind him. Logan told him to do it for a reason and he'll have to endure all of these antics until this "surprise" came into fruition.

The first came when he was making dinner for the two of them; while he swirled meat and vegetable chunks in a pan he kept in his grasp over a blazing fire, a snap of spandex had his head snapped towards the source, only to come across the sight of Logan in his usual nudity...or mostly so, as he adorned his already bare crotch-when he wasn't aroused-with what appeared to be a thong. Must have bought it while on his spending spree, Damien figured, and hummed in curiosity at how the Lugia was posed.

Braced against the open banister with his back arched inwards.

"Making dinner already? You must be starving...~" Being an immortal, Logan didn't need food of any sort like a human would for survive. It was always an option and the avian used it as plenty excuse to entice and to spook if the mood depending on it. He didn't remain there forever, practically on Damien's backside like a hawk to prey and rubbing his stomach with those wide hands of his. "But try not to eat too much, your surprise might be a bit too fulfilling for you...~"

"So you're just gonna fuck me again, hmm?" Damien didn't let Logan distract him from cooking, in spite of the fact that feeling the avian pressed on his barely clothed butt left him victim to a boner that tented his boxers. Though his reponse didn't get the Lugia snapping at him as he presumed the second he opened his mouth.

Nope, Logan was still there, cradling the human like he had been on a business trip for months and only recently came back into the bird's life. "It'll be _more _ than just a simple screw, my love. I'll make sure you never forget what I do to you tonight." He wasn't done, for what he had to say next called for one of those hands to shove its way into Damien's underwear and grasp his cock like snatching a rat out of its hiding place before squeezing it tight. " You'll never be the same again...~"

Once Logan made for the living room and left Damien to his peace, the retired psychologist let out a shuddering breath. Three years that they've been together and for once Logan made a promise of sex that was different from the countless other times he's swooned the human into being his lay for the night. It wasn't even the occasional switcheroo where it wasn't him on the receiving end, and that's what had Damien looking out towards the hallway leading up towards the living room. Was there actually a surprise this time?

Then a sharp pain pricked its way into his head, Damien needing no hint as to who it was as a voice boomed in his mind, " I'll make sure your heart stays under my wing for the rest of time, my love...~"

That erection persisted as Damien served Logan and himself some plates of steak, broccoli, diced carrots and gravy.

He never ate to match how easy he had it since his case with Logan got him much attraction with media and trainers alike, and his other links to successful studies led to him being ensured that only bad decisions would cause his downfall, so there was nothing ever wrong with something that tasted like home. Back in Johto where everything was simple, instead of having so much to take for himself without fear of running himself dry. He stayed at the dining room table and simply delivered Logan's plate to him as fleeting as socially possible.

But no human could escape having a thick finger pull their underwear back so their ass was in view before laughter ensued and it was snapped back into place with a stinging pain to quickly fade.

Damien was glad Logan's mind tricks only sensed his emotions rather than fully displayed his expressions because for the first time in months that gesutre had him blushing. His food was eaten slowly, mind still trying to fix the wards that Logan broke through with relative ease so he could think for himself without attracting uninvited company. This was a tough spot for Damien.

For all he's known the avian for, he's only been approached for quickies rough or gentle; he's been subjected to what it feels like to have no control over his own body while Logan toyed with it; he's fallen victim to various kinky ideas from the bird that either left him in pain from overinsistence or a weird taste to his mouth that took weeks to wash out completely; and his bones have nearly broken dealing with Logan's Rut seasons. Speaking of which, Damien checked the calendar for this month, and sure enough the Lugia had circled over today's date like it had been a schoolgirl's most important time of the year. There was text that, when the human squinted to read it clearly, wrote:

|Rebirth!|

The writing was so crude Damien could only assume that Logan had been so giddy scribing it onto the flimsy paper and nearly broke the pen he used stabbing it into the calendar. Picturing that moment didn't ease his pacing heart, however. It seems that the bird was bent on making tonight Damien's revelation to something he had yet to grasp. Despite the years of being dragged around, bossed around and ordered to please by the legendary avian, this approach was entirely alien.

What was he planning...?

All of that and more swarmed Damien's mind as he washed dishes, trying to see if past romps in their forcibly shared bedroom had garnered any hints to this day. But beyond the haze of being controlled to find relish in sticking his tongue inside a space beneath Logan's tail where the sun wouldn't dream to shine before being subjected to the usual bone-jarring sex that used to leave him on the brink of being broken if not for adaptability there was nothing that would suggest that this had been a long time coming.

For the first time in a long time, Damien was ignorant to Logan's advances to come.

When he came to, he realized that he had been scrubbing his plate for quite some time now and his fingers felt like blood-filled prunes for appendages attached to his palm. He quickly rinsed it off and dried his hands off to avoid any incoming discomfort, just in time to catch Logan swaying his way into view and cleaning off his own plate. It was clean, but the wet stains on its surface before being wiped away suggested that he licked his plate clean prior to his arrival.

"Go freshen up, my love. It'll begin when you've washed away the last of your old stress...~" Logan's words were powerful this time around, Damien feeling himself moving upstairs before he could think to do so at any pace he decided for himself. He couldn't even pause to wonder why there seemed to be a glow in Logan's eyes before he was up and strolling into the bathroom like he already planned on getting cleaned. 'Wash away the last of your old stress'...Was Logan truly serious about this "rebirth" theme he was working on with Damien entirely in the dark about it? Trying to come to a logical conclusion to soothe his stupidity seemed fuzzy, and his thoughts slowly became moreso as he stepped into the shower that automated itself in terms of setting water temperature and soap dispensing. A design of his choice, for trying to bathe Logan in the past almost always yielded a lewd situation that involved the avian's penis...That big...pulsating...

Damien's head may be getting clouded by some unknown force but even he can remember that Logan's will can always be put to a standstill. Since the only thing not automatic in the shower was his will, he grabbed a wash cloth and watered it up so he could wipe himself. Dirt and grime that collected from the sweat of anxiety and natural humidity skated over his body in soaped clumps, feeling heavier than they normally did when he cleansed his form of unwanted gunk. And with each resounding splat of the soapy concoctions, his body began to feel more...lightweight. Like he just lost several pounds to his stocky body yet didn't have the compulsive need to stave off food to keep up the weight loss. His moment of discovery was interrupted when the shower turned itself off, leaving him dripping wet on the marble tile beneath his feet until he parted the door and stepped out to grab a towel.

His body was easy pickings, for his flexibility was more or less a result of exercising his body whenever Logan tried his hardest to leave Damien too used to be away from him, but the second he started drying his face everything felt even more riveting to stay blind over as a slight hole near the bottom of his towel suggested that the lights had been turned off. Before he could even try to step out of the bathroom with his only decency, the towel was wrenched away with hands unseen and the door before him opened like an invitation to a party to which he was the guest of honor.

Lights with no source lined the hallway leading up to the bedroom on the other end of the hallway, like little beacons to keep him in this lane, and staring at them in wonder led to his legs falling into compliance and making way for the ajar door ahead. Damien felt his doubts about how he'll continue to live with no career, his concerns about whatever Logan was planning that his hazed mind just couldn't find to understand, and his fear that maybe this would be his final night of being alive on Earth for finally ticking off Logan with his stoic approach to the avian's "affections" leave him behind as he slowly made his way inside the bedroom.

On it, which its usual satin red sheets and blood-red blankets had been replaced to match the house's theme, was Logan. His expectant gaze was softer than it normally was, like Damien was finally seeing past his usual hysteria and maniacal expressions and finding the real Logan. He had words of question and of wonder, but his throat was caught before he could utter a single phrase, only finding the energy to join Logan on the bed and noticing that everything felt much more...More. The bed felt loads more comfortable than it did even when he was incapacitated by the avian now beside him and the silky sensations of the blanket Logan chose were like pushing through a pile of clouds. A tingle rushed through his fingers and arms whenever he got lost in just touching the bed and something of a choked giggle came out of his mouth. It was normal to him, sure, but it didn't feel...right. Something was missing.

"Now, my love. Relax...This shall commence once you finally grasp what is at hand. I want you to pay close attention to yourself and see what doesn't feel right. Make sure to only go with your gut-no more thinking with your human mind." Logan's words felt...compelling, like a parent soothing their newborn when they were bawling over a need for milk-formula or breast. Damien couldn't think even if he tried, his brain felt like a blanket of blankness had overtaken it and forming a thought was like trying to think of a language he's never heard of and putting it into a word without sounding like he were speaking tongue. Then he regarded Logan's request-it hadn't been a demand with his gentle, almost musical voice-and looked at his hand.

It was very much human, a paleish white tinted with exposure to sunlight with shaded hints of tan on the outside and inside of his limb. The paleness seemed more defined in the dim lighting but his attention was more on how...diminutive it looked. Like everything that it truly was had been bunched into this fleshy glove he called a hand and each digit was more...packed.

The more he looked, the more he saw the paleness of his skin seemed to blossom around his fingertips, spreading like a disease but not harming his nerves in any way. In fact, as he watched his hand change color, it felt like his limb was being awoken from a numb slumber that his fuzzed mind had been holding away from his pinnacle of understand since he was born. And now that he mused about it, the rest of his body felt out of place, like it were a second skin hiding everything that it truly was from view.

But as his fingers became wider and flatter, a hint of concern aroused a question from the changing human. "Why now...that you do this?"

Logan chuckled heartily to himself, finding that to be rather amusing to utter as things were already underway. "Why, I am not forcing it upon you to change into what you have been forced away from living as. I merely opened the lock that held it away and you are slowly opening it up with your will."

Damien could see now that the more he looked at his hand and wanted to feel that tingling sensation that left him gigglish, the quicker the white skin would eat away his human skin and morph his fingers into what he recognized was a Lugia hand. Just minus the barreling size that Logan himself had but he was sure that was a matter of age. "So if I...wanted it to hurry...it'll hurry...?" It was growing hard to talk as the feelings kept spreading about his body at random intervals, leaving him to quake and double over where he sat as his stomch began to churn in unease before his bones could be heard cracking along his arms.

"It would not be best to rush it, my love. Your mind might not adapt to it well and you may come out of it disfigured, or worse-without your mind. Just pace it well and soon all will become clear." Logan's hand, which took a hold of Damien's quivering chin as the changes began to spread, felt like an impact of calm as his body relaxed almost upon contact, being lifted up to gaze into the Lugia's eyes. Those pools of black ink seemed to be a swirling obsidian with the hints of blue from the lighting that the avian kept alive with his power alone. The moment lulled Damien to kiss that beak, and in turn Logan reciprocated the motion until they were locked.

Things seemed to progress to a much more favorable tone as the tingling continued on to every portion of Damien's body, the odd pleasure of having his body truly become something great leaving his erection that had yet to die away from the shower standing at full attention between the two of them. It was in the same boat as his hand when this first commenced-feeling like it was hiding something within-and while his limbs slowly lost their color and became a full white it only began to throb and grow outward. Logan couldn't deny that being the archetect of this metamorphisis left him aroused beyond any comprehension and his cock made sure to greet Damien's like a giant talking down to their smaller friend.

As lips locked, Damien's hands began to fatten up to make room for the lack of space, arms thickening in time with the paleness spreading up to his shoulder. They were heavy, but as far as the smitten Damien was concerned they were feathers packed upon each other to have a makeshift weight to their mass. Once his collar bone joined the fray of going from human to white skin, his neck began to expand in mass and his spine lengthened to accommodate for both the now heavier weight it was to hold and to match in becoming longer. It grew to a point where he didn't need to be so close to kiss Logan and soon only their hands, now matching each other was what they needed to assure each that they weren't pulling away.

His toes joined together, his smallest and biggest merging into their siblings until three thick wigglies remained to be stuck together while the rest of his foot flattened out before the left one followed suit. His legs, bending inward to fold itself, began to thicken as his stomach swelled from its usual slim build to something tubby yet not overweight. That belly soon began to color itself like the rest of him, but with navy blue instead of pale white. In turn, the butterflies in his stomach seemed to flutter with a greater intensity, hardly giving time for his changing cock to leak enough preseed to get the message across that the transformation was pleasure beyond measure.

Luckily for the morphing human, Logan was kind enough to wrap his painfully erect length into his fingers and stroke its elongated state deftly, slickened fingers gliding across the skin thanks to the copious amounts of watery pre drooling out of the tip. Funnily enough, while Logan's cock was more or less cetacean when he was in his full form and tapered when he was anthro, Damien's remained humanoid from cock head to base, though his loins were slipped into a genital slit that formed around his cock and soon left his pubic hair to fall off. His body was warm enough on the blubber being stored inside of him in makeshift organs and hair would simply get in the wait of things.

Speaking of hair, that was gone too, falling off of his balding scalp and crumbling to the floor like fallen feathers from a disturbed avian's nest. His mouth finally began to crack and extend into the beak it was supposed to be, the white "infection" finally catching up to it and helping set the stage for the nares to allow him to breathe once his nose sunk into his upper lip and the sharp teeth to help pronounce the change of his facial structure. A whine, however, escaped him and unease began to crawl over his blissful form as a pressure began to push out against his whitening rear end. Logan parted the kiss but only to hug the whimpering bird to his body while he rubbed near the spot that caused him discomfort.

"Relax, my love. It will be over soon..." Damien's tail bone kept pushing the skin outward, growing itself from within and thus making the skin and flesh push outwards into a tail. The white skin that nearly encompassed the whole of Damien's once-human body snared it into its will and within time it matched the rest of him until it stopped growing into a fully functional appendage. As his gut finally ceased spreading its blue, Damien now felt as if it was all over. The tingling stopped for now and there wasn't anything missing from what he could see.

Though with his senses, seeing still hurt. Everything was brighter in the dark room lit by power, and caused him to crane his new head into his hand to avoid going blind. Logan took to keeping him in his chest as he slowly took in this new body. "You're almost there, my mate. There's just one thing that needs to be done before you're perfect...~"

The enunciation only meant one thing in Damien's still-befuddled mind and some part of him pushed away from Logan to set himself up on the bed. Mating was always a primitive instinct that existed in all creatures and Lugia were no exception to the rule of decency. So when Damien awkwardly hiked his tail up away from his more voluptuous rear end in comparison to Logan's his hands and knees braced on the soft mattress and he chirped a question that only needed an affirmative nod from the older Lugia before he sunk his head into a pillow.

He couldn't speak just yet, but this will fix that.

"Now you will be reborn properly...as my loving partner for the rest of time." Damien, while still being left between the realms of conscious human processes and conscious Lugia processes, could only nod as Logan seemed happy with what he was saying and waiting for the big event. The more experienced avian first pressed between those white globes he helped create, letting their almost marshmallow softness nearly strip away the purpose of this endeavor from his list of priorities for the moment until he felt the warmth of that pink pucker hiding in the midst of all the white. Its winking called for Logan to tend to it, to cease being distracted and holding away from his true goal with Damien, and he wasn't one to hesitate for long. The half-breed felt a heavy pressure against his butt and instinctively clenched in response, but by then it was too late, for Logan breached inside past the ring and sunk through those developing muscles.

What was supposed to sear that back door with a pain that almost had no rival merely reignited the tingle of transformation that had been lost in the haste of completion. As Logan inched deeper into Damien's body and found the change in internal temperature promising, a mask began to shape itself around the once-human's eyes. It helped lessen the sheer amount of light his retinas were receiving and soon the facial extensions helped him with being able to see beyond just having his eyes narrowed to slits.

Once Logan sheathed himself inside of that gorgeous ass, he nearly creamed himself right then and there. Damien was re-tightened due to the transformation, and it was like popping his cherry back in his old cell in the institution's deepest recesses. He did get a hold of himself, and soon he was slowly pulling back towards that hole. Hearing the desperate coos of his mate were tugging at his heartstrings but he could only do more if he removed himself far enough. With time, he exited from being so far inside of Damien that his stomach barely indicated that Logan penetrated that deep through his back door and had nearly every inch out of him. Those walls-and especially that sphincter-held onto the remaining mass of meat still inside like a vice made of flesh, seeking to not let him go until he put more back inside. As rough as Logan _yearned _to be with his changed lover, he can only be gentle for this moment.

For now.

His hips got back into motion and he was slowly sliding back inside of Damien's body, making that coo that sounded like a whale's singing above all else. And while others may find it to be unintelligible jibberish, it was music to Logan's ears. Pleas of desire and gratitude for being kind to the newly formed Lugia was all he heard to what the misinformed would think is just sea avian chirping, finding himself pressed against Damien's ass once again before he was pulling back out. Though this time, precum finally came to be of assistance and spread its lubricating, salty fluids all over that rectum as he made his way out.

Now he can abandon caution...

Damien chirped in curiosity as Logan's pause seemed a bit too long to his liking, but a screech left his beak as the older male thrust back into him hard. His cheeks were still rippling like calm water being tested for temperature by one's toe by the time he pulled back out, only for them to quake as he did it again. This repeated itself for quite sometime, Logan's hips ramming forth to sink the entirety of his cock inside of his lover in a pace that would have left the human twitching and numb in his lower body. Damien's tongue found its way out from his maw and he panted against the pillow, panting with a heat that spread across his face as he was rutted into properly by his admirer of few years. His stomach continued to greet that penis with metaphorical open arms, every inch of his butt doing its best to milk the bird behind him until he was nothing more than a carnal beast ready to break him.

And that's just what he got. Each invigorated slam that drilled that cock through him like a knife through butter had him cooing, leaving the tingle that resurged through his body to find more ways to make its presence known besides making his cock drool onto the bed in amped up arousal with seemingly no limit. His back became the focal point and prickly spines began to extend from his skin like they didn't belong yet slowly became to be the opposite of such a presumption as their navy blue coloring held no match for any other species. Ten of them appeared, lining his back like a Dragonite's spines leading to his tail but they appeared to be structured to not be protrusions that extend from his actual spinal cord. Only when the same extensions but fewer in number appeared around his tail tip did he see that it was not the case but only significantly different by a margin.

Logan's actions were almost done. No amount of previous stamina built from his nearly daily tearing into of Damien's butt could prepared him for a virgin Lugia's ass. Though, he took notice to the fact that Damien didn't come out anthro like he did. Instead, he was plapping his way into a feral while he remained bipedal and humanoid. With a growl of dominant energy, he began to morph himself to match the occasion. Unlike Damien, whose change had been slow and methodical in terms of what was fixed, Logan was brisk and to the point. His legs jointed itself to allow his weight to rest on his powerful thighs while his forelegs carried everything and his hands slowly grew in time with the rest of his body. Damien felt a newfound pressure inside of his ass as Logan's cock swelled inside of him, filling him anew and giving the sense of nearly being split down the middle from how girthy all of it was.

Then its mass finally began to press down on an area within his passage and he cried out as it made him cum on the spot due to his inexperience. Seed, fresh as water in scent but still salty to boot, poured out of his cock like a geyser but upside down, blowing all over the blankets and leaving no inch of satin unsoiled by the splash zone before him as his seed began to splatter over his chin and neck. As hard as it hit, it didn't end until a minute or so passed, leaving Logan to be subjected to the tightest spasming he's ever endured.

His voice was garbled in ecstasy, his snarling drawing emphasis to his dragon-esque nature as he fought tooth and talon to keep himself from cumming in tune with Damien. Barely able to move, the now lumbering Lugia that dwarfed over his smaller twin could only withhold the pressure in his internal loins trying to hard to be free to discharge. It got to a point where his powers had to be employed to ensure that he didn't let go right then and there before soon the quivering walls eased up and he was free to move again.

With his changed body, his cock prodded even deeper than before, Damien swearing that it felt like he were about to dig up into his neck in exaggeration but even with his real body Logan was still within Damien's stomach. And with good reason, for his precum needed to stay in this place so his mate was complete-inside and out.

" Let yourself go...Be free of your old mind and let your new body find intimacy in being accepted and allowed to adapt."

Logan's voice was always something worth of a tremble when he spoke like that, and even with his morphed body Damien still quivered. Though with the bird still pounding his insides until they were molded into a funnel to allow easier passage through him, there was nothing he could do but coo in mind-blowing bliss that never stopped coming. His brain, having been left to something of a statis to allow conflicting thoughts no leeway to delay the changes, began to lift and bring about a blank landscape of stalled processes to be restarted with a much broader mind to work with. This veil, after Logan made sure his influence held no power within Damien, left every inch of the small male's thoughts and emotions his own and soon his senses began to be less alien and much more natural. This is where understanding came into play for the two of them-had Damien been left to deal with the transformation with his primitive mind with scores of knowledge unable to be tapped into nor comprehended with its limited abilities, he would have gone mad where he was now and Logan's plan would have been for naught. The precaution, however invasive and strict, proved to be fruitful.

Damien felt another climax arriving soon and his stomach had yet to feel discomfort from the constant stream of preseed from Logan's shaft, distending and soon finding its presence on the bed impressionable as its added weight made it press into the mess that he finished making only moments ago. As the bigger male finally saw no reason to hold back, he roared as his last thrusts not only rocked the bed but aided in snapping the stands that held it off the floor as it came crashing down, the jolt further pressuring Damien's overly sensitive nerves within his anus and causing not only Logan to cum but him as well. As new seed began to leave the bed a swamp of Lugia spunk, Logan's discharge flowed inside of his twin's ass like a river being rushed by a strong current. Seed flooded into that already gravid stomach, leaving Damien pushing off of his knees until he nearly looked to be speared off of Logan's dick. The tingle rushed through the entirety of his body and it left his cooing in the middle of his cry of ecstasy.

He was growing again. Not just his gut that Logan was still blasting into with his cock, but his form. The bedframe started becoming farther away as his neck began to swell with a new energy that spread out to his head and his shoulders. New mass required more space after all. His belly began to feel more naturally fat and blubbery as his legs grew to accommodate it, arms pushing his upper body up from the bed and soon his panting was given a jolt to go off of as Logan snapped forth and bit into Damien's neck. He cooed despite of the deep mark, feeling his lover's orgasm draw to a close roughly around the time he stopped drowning the bed with his churning seed. His cock felt like a monster now that he was almost as big as his mate...

Yes, they were mates now. Damien could feel the kinship they held went deeper than just being matching in species. The only difference between them was build now-Logan left him feeling sluggish as if he just took a drink from the ocean and didn't close his mouth swimming out of the depths.

When it was all over and both avians were just breathing, Logan finally spoke. " And now, we will start your new life with bringing others to share it with us. This home is our nest until we outgrow it, and I will teach you all you need to know...my Liberd."

Liberd...That name rung through the now fully grown Lugia like it belonged. Yes, he was Liberd. It filtered into his mind like it had been buried under repressed memories and having someone speak it brought it out into fruition. But in the midst of his thinking, the newly christined Liberd had a question that his new vocal cords sung out like a siren.

" Others...?" Logan smiled as he licked the wound his teeth caused, knowing that the mark will stay even if Liberd's skin grew over it.

" Yes, others. My seed wasn't just to inform any onlookers and eavesdroppers that I made you my mate for life. It was...to ensure that our kind never face the threat of extinction from poaching again." And as Logan left it at that, Liberd could feel the ocean of cum in his belly start to shape itself into masses he could only coo at the thought of. He was carrying and only time will tell of how many.

For now, the fatigue of going so hard and going on for so long hit him him an Ice Beam and soon his eyes became weights that would not budge. As he slowly sank to slumber inside of the mess they made, Logan was there to hold him tight and make sure not to pull out.

" Soon, my love..."

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And there you have it. I've been doing some reading back through my old-rather cringe-worthy-entries to the first installment of my smut writing and frankly I left too much of a gap between then and now to act like any kind of sequel I make to extend the plot of a pairing would be worth just jumping back into like I was never gone in the first place.

Apologies to those that already left once they reached the ending. I wanted to make sure things had a finality that any audience members with a vivid imagination can see to themselves for discovering how the two love birds-pun not intended-go on with life.

Anyhow, toodles.