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Elysia looked on at her new victims with great interest.

It had been many weeks since she had taken over the ranch. Over that time she had successfully converted the place into a haven for her animal subjects. But she'd also served punishment to many evil men who deserved it. Or at least deserved it from her perspective. The cougars had given birth to their first litter and she already had them working on a second. They were resistant as usual but that only made it more fun. The female likely wouldn't even be fertile until the cubs were reared anyway. But that didn't mean they still couldn't practice.

As for the lionness, she too had given birth to a healthy litter just days after. All pure lion cubs. Most likely conceived in her first coupling with Brutus. She hoped for some hybrids with the next litter. Next time the tiger would get the first opportunity. The man the lionness had once been still held onto hope that she would let her return to his former life after rearing her first litter. She had no problem leading her on in believing this.

It would make it all the the more amusing to watch those hopes be shattered the moment she felt the weight of the male tiger on her back again. Toying with these meek human minds was so entertaining. When the time came she'd make sure it was clear that she'd spend the rest of her life pregnant or getting pregnant. She'd make it oh so clear.

But for now she had a new batch of vile human subjects to deal with.

While her first victims had come to her, this time the situation was abit different. Over the past several weeks, she'd gained enough experience with human technology that she was now comfortable using the computer. She learned to operate the cameras around the ranch. She learned to surf the internet. Most usefully, she mastered use of the former ranch owner's e-mail account. She'd started using it to reach out to individuals of interest she found. Rather than simply waiting for existing customers of the ranch's cruel operations to come by, she now could seek out the horrible people that could so easily be found with a simple websearch.

She looked at the father and son bound in front of her with hatred, remembering what she had seen on their Facebook page. They ran a taxidermy business, making their living off of killing innocent animals and desecrating their bodies to serve as decoration in other people's homes. Fish, deer, alligators, birds, all sorts of creatures were victims of their heinous crimes. They showed no guilt or compassion for the animals, even when questioning them in person disguised as John.

Getting their interest had been easy enough. A promise of enough money from a known business such as John's was was sufficient to get their attention. Only rather than risk the trail of having them visit her, she came to their place of business, which also happened to be their home. Fortunately they also lived in a relatively isolated place.

The three men were bound to wooden chairs in their own kitchen, their arms and legs tied down by vines that magically sprouted from the wood. Vines over their mouths kept them from screaming. Of course, her usual paralysis spell would have been much easier, but she'd discovered it much more fun to let them squirm.

The stuffed carcasses of their animal victims littered the place, some of them still in the process of being made. But it was far too late to save any of them. She glared at the father with hatred. He was the worst of the lot, and she would make him watch as his sons were punished first.

Liam was the youngest of the two, 22 years old. But he'd been helping his father with the torture of animals since he was a young boy.

It doesn't take long for Elysia to think of a suitable fate for Liam, who had a penchant for cracking the skulls of opossums with a hammer after scaring them into playing dead. Soon the young man was free from the vines, bent over in the discomfort of his body's sudden transformation.

The characteristic naked tail was already peaking out of a leg of his shorts, wrapping around his leg as it also changed into something animal. He cried as his face pushed out into a pointed snout, white fur spreading along his face contrasting the dirty grey fur covering most of his body. The two other men could only squirm and moan helplessly, as they witnessed their family member's transformation.

Soon his body was half his original size, allowing Elysia to grab him by the base of his new tail. She lifted him up in the air, spilling his shirt to the ground. She carefully removed his shorts and underwear, revealing his completely transformed body.

After a few more moments of bones cracking, his transformation was complete. It was all over in a matter of minutes. Elysia held the opossum up high by the tail, holding Liam's face to hers. She relished the terror in his eyes, petting him on the forehead as if to comfort him. He didn't even realize that it's wasn't just his humanity that was taken away, but his maleness as well. Perhaps his father didn't notice either. But that would all be made clear soon enough.

She allowed Liam to struggle helplessly for several moments, holding her upside down by the tail in display. Aside from the prehensile appendage wrapping it's tip angrily around her wrist, the rest of Liam's attempts to scratch and bite at Elysia were useless.

Using the same vines that had held him to the chair, she tied Liam up by the tail, stringing him up to a crossbeam in the ceiling. The severed vine came to life, gripping both beam and tail tightly, dangling the helpless animal several inches above the chair that the man once sat. Just across the other two could only watch.

With a spurt of magic she put the female opossum into estrus. She used a finger to poke at the moistening vagina between her legs. The animal made a sound of surprise as a pinky penetrated her briefly. She laughed, showing her to the other bound humans, making sure they could clearly see the lack of male genitalia.

It didn't take long for Elysia to find a pair of willing males out in the wood. Elysia promised them free reign on the helpless transformed human, and they followed her back to the home. Liam screeched at the sight of them, but the sight and smell of the dangling noisy female only encouraged them to approach.

Elysia watched the two males climb up onto the chair below the female. They looked at each other as of to decide who would get first shot at her. Soon enough one of them was sniffing at her unspoiled sex directly, while the other maneuvered behind her. It didn't take him long to find a tail hold in the vine, allowing him to dangle upside down beside her. Already the other male was greedily lapping at the female's swollen folds when the other finally got himself property positioned to mate with her. He hissed at the smaller male, who obliged to move away.

They would both get their turns. Right now she was his score.

Quickly the frantic sounds of opossums mating filled the room, with Elysia and the two other men watching on. The vantage point left nothing to the imagination. The smaller female uttered squeals of protest with each thrust as the male's penis repeatedly thrust into her sensitive vagina, the friction on her clitoris sending pangs of unwanted pleasure deep inside her loins.

As Elysia watched Liam gradually come closer to her first climax, she looked at the other brother. For now he was merely a witness, but soon it'd be his turn. She contemplated his fate.

The male opossum made a hight pitched sound as he unloaded his first jet of semen into the receptive female. As his seed filled her womb, she reached the very edge of her own climax. The first sperm reached the first egg as her jaws opened involuntary from the pleasure of her first female orgasm.

Elysia smiled, able to sense the very moment of successful conception.

Of course, this was only the beginning of the new life she had in store for Liam.

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Over the next several hours Elysia lets the male opossums take their turns at mating with the strung up female. The screaching of their sexual escapades mixed with Liam's cries and the father's distressed moans through the vines are like music to her ears.

But Elysia doesn't just stand by and admire her handywork. She uses the time to focus her attentions next on the older of the brothers, Jake. With soothing strokes, she filters her magic through her fingers as she caresses the features in his face.

The transformation has started where her fingers touch, his jaw beginning to protrude sharply from his face. His lips are now taught against his teeth, which has begun to merge into upper and lower units. His merged teeth are dark and gray, pointed at the middle forming the tip of a beak. His tongue has followed suit, sharp and narrow. Over the course of the slow transformation, his voice has changed with his tongue, from growls of pain to the sharp crackle of bird's voicebox.

Meanwhile grey feathers have slowly grown in to cover all the skin of his face, replacing the brown hair on top of his head. His distressed green eyes, full of fear and pain, have turned a sharp beady black, but the awareness is still there.

Elysia makes sure the change is slow, keeping a full length mirror in front of Jake that she pulled out from a bedroom.

It's an amusing sight. Still bound to the chair sits a man, still a man in every way, but with the head of a bird. The mockingbird-headed man kees in fright, his sharp vision able to make out the details of his changed head. A mockingbird head, human in size but with no other human trace remaing. Save for the terror in his eyes.

He moves his head back and forth in bird like movements, trying to make sense of what has happened to him. Just a across from him his sibling squeals out in yet another orgasm, making Elysia smile as she starts to loosen Jake's belt.

It doesn't take long for Elysia to free him of his shorts and underwear, leaving the lower part of his body completely exposed. Jake utters a bird like cry of surprise as she cups his testicles, trying to turn his head to look what is happening. But his bird neck is unable to look down like. So instead, Elysia helps poit his head to one side, allowing him to stare at himself in the mirror with one eye. He'd get to watch every detail of the rest of his transformation, just as his father would.

The hands cupping his balls soon move up towards his shaft. Unlike Liam, whose transformation was relatively instantaneous, Elysia is taking her time with him. Within her massaging fingers, the shaft begins to flatten and shrink into itself, as his balls creep steadily into his body.

"Don't worry," Elysia says with mock reassurance, "I'll let you keep some of the placental n aspects of your body." Her fingers now circles around the sensitive nub his penis has now shrunken away to, her clitoris. He other hand encourage his balls as the recede into his body, his scrotal skin splitting to forms the wrinkly inner folds of vaginal lips.

The folds there look like something more suited on a human than a bird.

"You'll find you enjoy yourself more this way," Elysia explains. Although non of this reassures Jake, who is frantically trying to pull his wings out from the vines to no avail.

If he still had them, Jake's ears would be burning. In horror, he stares at the monster he's become in the mirror. A human body, still wearing a white dirty stained t-shirt, naked below the waist with distinctly female genitals, with a bird's head staring at itself intensely.

Mercifully the fingers from his new sex move away, just when then fingers started to feel disurbingly good against its sensitive flesh. He shifts around in the chair at a slight discomfort from his rear end. A bulge is forming above his butt.

Long tail feathers spread from his coccyx with slow steadyness. They're touched by Elysia fingers, sending an electrical sensation directly into his behind. The long feathers fan themselves apart as they're carressed, encouraged along as they conveniently pass through the crack between the seat and back support of the chair.

Light grey feathers have now begun to appear in Jake's pelvis, starting around her pussy. Its soft downy plush, slowly spreading like grass growing outwardly in time lapse.

As Jake's transformation progresses, spreading out from the crotch outward, Elysia decides to turn her attention back to Liam.

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After an entire afternoon of near continuous mating, the males seem to have finally exhausted themselves. It is now evening, the crickets beginning to play their music outside. The two male opossums have taken leave of the female, hopping down the chair to look at Elysia as if for permission to leave. Elysia nods to them, thanking them and opens the front door, shutting it as they slowly plod their way out of the home.

What they leave behind is a female opossum still hanging be the vines by her tail, mouth open slightly with tongue hanging out, panting as she's still trying to recover from the peak of so many climaxes. Her sex is swollen and puffy, the lips parted revealing the inner folds within. Streaks of seminal fluid mixed with her own juices streams down her belly, some thick threads of it hanging from her body. Globs of it lie in puddles in the chair.

Elysia had watched it all, and so did the other two. The males did all the work. She only provided the occasional commentary and taunt meant to rub insult to injury.

With a smirk on her face, Elysia slowly spins the spent opossum by the vine, so that the other two can see her dripping abused body from every angle.

Satifisfied, she lets loose the vines, grabbing the opossum by the tail and setting the exhausted animal onto the chair. Vines grow from the chair, ensnaring her hind legs. She makes no struggle, having no energy left to do much more than lie down.

"You can have a break for now," Elysia teases. "If you get lonely don't forget that prehensile tail of yours could keep you company." Elysia makes a mental note to work that in in the future.

Meanwhile Jake's transformation has steadily progressed. His body is now almost fully avian, covered in layers of dull grey and white feathers. His wings are partially formed now, still bound by the vine tying them down to his side. The bird-man screetches at her in anger.

Wanting to get things moving along, Elysia finally accelerates his transformation. His screeches go higher in pitch as his body shrinks. His wings and thin legs slip free of the vines. But he's not in any condition to go anywhere, flapping his partially formed wings uselessly in the chair.

Soon the man is now just a small bird head poking out from a pile of clothes. Elysia scoops him up, grabbing the bird from the back with a tight grasp, pinning the wings against the back. The little mockingbird, fully subdued with just a few fingers, can only cock it's head back and forth, legs waving uselessly in the air.

She holds the bird out triumphantly, showing her for her family to see. She then turns her upside down, revealing her underside.

She tweaks the bird's tail feathers, making Jake chirp in surprise at the startlingly pleasant sensation in her rear. She plays with the feathers some more, twisting them one by one in her fingers. She knows that the mound of flesh those feathers are connected to are rather erogenous. She knows this not because its a normal bird feature, but because she perposely made her this way.

Ever so eager to add salt to wounds, she uses her fingers to part the feathers between the legs, revealing the unmistakable female organs hidden beneath. "Birds aren't really designed to experience pleasure," she explains, using a small finger to rub the edges of the pussy lips. "So I've left her with a bit of anatomy you all might be more familiar with".

The bird cries out once again when Elysia tweaks her tail feathers, then blows a huff of air down low, really parting the down feathers protecting her cunny. Elysia considers making use of the opossum brother's tail for a moment, then decides better than that. She doesn't want to spoil her first sexual experience in her new form.

After clearing kitchen table, she gently holds the precious mockingbird down on her back on its surface. Small vines grew from the wooden surface, ensnaring her wings and legs, pulling them downward to to the table. She squawks helplessly, held onto her back with her arms and legs held spread eagle. Carefully Elysia grooms the feathers with her fingers, parting them to make sure her sex is in full view.

Now to find her a mate. Elysia winks at the older man as she opens the front door. She takes the form of a bird and flies out in search.

Now left alone, the older man, the father of the two, struggles mightily to loosen himself from the vines tying him. But it seems like the harder he fights, the tighter and stronger they hold him. He tries to scream, biting into the vines over his mouth, but they too tighten against him. He quickly gives up, slumping back into the chair defeated.

It doesn't take Elysia long to find what she was looking for, and she returns to them with a flutter of wings, changing back onto her human form. She's come back with a friend, another mockingbird that lands on her shoulder. Noticing the female on the table he hops down onto it's surface and approaches her with curiousity. He cocks his head trying to make sense of the suspiciously positioned female. He's also not sure what to make of her very strange appearing cloaca.

He pecks at a nub of flesh at the top of her fleshy, wrinkly cloaca, making her chirp in alarm. Elysia giggles as the bird pecks at the mound, clearly not familiar with this variety of female anatomy.

Elysia speaks to him, reassuring him that those organs will ultimately achieve the same end, and that he is free to take his time. After all, this kind of "cloaca" requires a bit more attention. The bird obliges to Elysia' suggestions, as she coaches him to prepare the female. He uses his beak and his feet to poke, prod, and rub against the wrinkly flesh lining the hole leading into her egg chamber. He scratches his feet against her tail feathers, stimulating the flesh at her rear.

Before long she is cawing and keeing from the attention to her most sensitive outer bits, only leaving the inner workings to be explored. The male cocks his head, marveling at the now bulging, throbbing lips of her sex. The nub above, the most inner folds of flesh, they glisten and literally quiver with her pounding heartbeat. The female can only turn her head side to side, squawking intermitently, but the appearance of her sex is enough to prove the male's attentions are appreciated.

Still in the mood to prolong the anticipation, Elysia has the male take his time. Plenty of time for her victim to slowly take in the sensations of her new feminine sex. Every claw, every poke of the beak. All designed to arouse every sensitive nerve down there.

Who could have thought that bird mating could be this interesting?

After several more rounds of teasing her outer bits, Elysia finally decides to have the male introduce her to having something inside of her. Mockingbird eggs are relatively large for their body size, after all.

Elysia makes sure the view is unobstructed for all in the room. The male hesitates at first, but finally presses his beak between the crack between her folds. She cries out as her inner lips pull apart for the first time. The thin slickly lips stretch to accommodate the tip of the beak, which slowly pushes in deeper, stretching her more and more. With Elysia' encouragement, the beak opens slowly, stretching her her lips and tight virgin walls. He closes them, then opens his beak again, struggling against the strain of her tight channel. It like a gynecologist's instrument that's just too big. But he persists.

The roughness of his beak is rubbing her sensitive walls from the inside, making her tail feathers twitch in reflexive pleasure. The girth of if is stretching the flesh her lips to the max, the stimulation from which extends to her sensitive clitoris from the intense pressure.

He turns his head this way and that, twisting the beak within her, helping it drive in deeper as its girth widens. He opens his beak again, stretching her further more. She screeches in distress, which only encourages him to twist his beak more, abriding the tight insides with the sharp edges of his beak.

The male's beak is also moist now, covered with a slick layer of the female's lubricating arousal. The male inderstands that this cloaca needs to be made ready to lay eggs, which is why she needs to be stretched. He can't tell if the female's cries are that of distress or enjoyment. But he continues on, encouraged by Elysia's commands.

Eventually the male is able to push his entire beak into her sex. He pulls back. Then pushes back in with ease. When he pulls out again, the lips won't even close all the way again, leaving a seemingly gaping hole. Elysia reassures him that her outer ring will tighten and that she will have no problem carrying his eggs.

Ultimately Elysia knows this is all an unnecessary excercise. And ensuring a successful nest is only her secondary goal anyway. What she really wants is her anguish and humiliation. The shame and anticipation of worser things to come. That is want she wants her victims to feel. She can feel it in their minds. And she relishes it.

Still not done, she decides her little female mockingbird needs more preparation for her future. She takes note of a bowl of red grapes sits on the table. They're the particularly plump kind, the kind with seeds. Jake had been eating them when she first walked into their home.

Fortunately the male is good with his beak. The grapes are wider than his beak, but at least they compress. He successfully lines up the end of a grape against the opening of her sex. He doesn't have the strength to do the rest, so Elysia takes over. Not wanting to break the skin of the fruit, she carefully presses the grape against Jake's vaginal entrance with increasing pressure.

The bird chirps in discomfort as the large object pushes against her. Her inner lips briefly bulge inward, first folding inwards on themselves until the edges snap back from the elastic recoil with a wet pop. The swollen lips are now envelopping the edges of the grape, kissing it like a snake trying to swallow a ball wider than its head. With continued pressure the lips are are forced to stretch. Elysia pushes tantalizingly slow, practically able to hear the sound of the stretching tissue.

Finally, with the lips now at the thickest part of the pretend-egg, Elysia stops. The male bird cocks his head in interest. The leading edge of her vaginal lips are spread so thin they're practically translucent. Elysia pokes at the overstretched flesh, confident that they're at their limit without risking any actual injury.

For several moments she leaves the grape there, crowning halfway at its thickest point. She holds a mirror so Jake can see for herself. Of course she makes sure the others get a good look as well, even holding the exhausted opossum up for a closer view.

Its a lewd sight to behold, with Elysia keen on prolonging the experience. She tickles the stretched folds some more, circling around with her finger several times. She pokes at the clitoris, which is also stretched to the point that it looks more like a small imperfection in the tightly stretched skin.

She attempts to twist the grape, but its held so tight it'd be impossible to do without breaking it.

After several agonizing minutes of crowning, she finally pushes down on the grape, allowing it slide easily inside the bird. The tightness of the stretched folds practically engulf the fruit, as they snap back down into her body.

Jake, who has been quiet quiet and still from this whole exprience, now lets at a deep squawk of relief from the release of the intense pressure. But her work has just begin, as she now feels a building urge to push it out the foreign body.

"Now it's your turn pretty birdy", Elysia says, petting Jake's atop her tiny little head.

As she watches the bird strain to "lay" the grape, Elysia thinks about how eager she is to watch her lay a real egg for the first time. After a couple more rounds of this she'll finally give the male mockingbird the reward she promised: the opportunity to sire a clutch without any other obligation.

The mating would be rather anticlimactic however, lasting only moments before he impregnated her. There wasn't much she could do to change that, as that was the nature of avian reproduction.

It was in the subsequent laying that she would have most her fun.

As she watched the grape slowly emerging from the birds' sex, she realized with disappointment that it was unlikely she would be there to watch her lay her first real eggs. Unlike her other victims, she had flown some distance to come to the, and she had no intention of coming back, or bringing them with her.

Perhaps even more tragically, it was unlikely her family would witness her laying either. Which made it more imperative that they all got their fill of the experience now.

She looks back at the bird on the table, about only a third of the the grape poking out. Then she looks at the bowl full of groups. Hmmmmm. This was a nice home. She didn't mind spending the night here. Perhaps a few extra rounds of practice wouldn't hurt the inexperienced bird.

Patiently waiting for Jake to push out the first grape, she looks around the house at the horrible results of this family's taxidermy. Deer. Rabbits. Snakes. Fish. Pheasants. All victims of their brutal disregard for life.

She glares at the man tied in the chair, her eyes narrowing with hatred.

And what should I do with you?