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_On the third day of TFMas Kaevon gave to me,

Three squawking birbs

Two yipping kobolds

And a werewolf who is knotty!_

Christmas decoration just isn't the same if you don't have ornaments, stockings, a snow globe, and family heirlooms. For Luke32, they didn't exactly have much of the last one, but they did have a lovely music box they just thrifted! The melody it makes is beautiful, enchanting, and almost...energetic in a way they just couldn't describe. Like it sets their heart aflutter and lifts their spirits. Quite literally!

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It wasn't very often that Trysten received packages around the holidays! This one didn't have a return address either, which was incredibly weird and suspicious...but he was just going to chalk it up to a Christmas miracle or something. Why not? It was a great way to celebrate the holidays! He pushed his way back into his apartment, shivering and brushing the barest bits of snow off of his shoulders before putting the package down on a side table next to the door. There were small bits of ice hanging from his hair, dotting the various colors of his mohawk as he rubbed his arms to get the circulation moving again. "Brrf, that ice storm came out of literally nowhere." He rumbled to himself, unzipping his jacket before hanging it up in the closet and straightening out his tank top. Admittedly a tank top probably wasn't the best choice during the start of the holiday season, but Trysten had worn less in worse weather. Style over comfort, after all!

All that aside, the day started with the hopes of going for a calm walk in the soft snowfall, Trysten wanting to get a look at some of the houses that were starting to glimmer and shine in the holiday mood. It was a fun tradition he decided to start this year, realizing there were some truly beautiful displays just a short walk away. With every year that passed, he felt as if that inherent holiday spirit was drifting away more and more. Some of that came with getting busier every year, but another was that decorating was REALLY expensive. Trysten didn't have a supply of Christmas decorations from previous years, so he really had to rely on what he could find that didn't cost hundreds and hundreds of dollars. That was part of the reason he was so excited to have gotten a package! Not only did he rarely receive mail, but he had a feeling this was some sort of present that would really bring the Christmas cheer. Combined with the walk through the rich people neighborhoods, all of which were occupied by people who had too much time and Christmas decorations on their hands, the start of December was really looking up!

After Trysten did a bit of fiddling with the thermostat, he let out a soft sigh and shook his arms out a bit to get the blood flowing properly again. "Alright. Perhaps it's a bit forward to open a present this early in the season, and yet! Nothing says holiday spirit like an early thematic present~" There was an eager lilt in his voice, practically speaking in a singsong as he picked up the box and brought it to the middle of the room. It was a fairly nondescript box, but there was a surprisingly intricate ribbon tied in a traditional cross and adorned with a lovely ribbon. The greens, whites, and reds intermixed in a beautiful striped pattern, giving the box a strangely formal but still tasteful flair. Trysten almost didn't want to open it for how beautiful it was...but when was that ever the right way to celebrate the holidays? No, the packaging had to be destroyed. Immediately. And without mercy. He set his hands about the brown packaging paper, tearing the ribbon off mercilessly as the remnants of the postal protective layer was ripped to shreds. And underneath it all was something truly and unbelievably unexpected!

A box.

Just a normal box. Regardless of what might lie inside, Trysten snickered to himself at the overdramatization he was building up for himself. "It's likely there WILL be some surprise that awaits inside, and yet? Why not have just a touch more fun with it." He spoke to no one in particular, but the beautifully decorated houses had him in a good holiday mood. It really lifted his spirits, giving him even more energy than before as he felt like he was floating on air with the good feelings. The box was taped shut, Trysten quickly setting to it with his keys to open the flaps, throw some of the packing peanuts to the side, and pull out yet another box. This one, however, had an image on the front. It looked fairly familiar, speaking to one of the oldest Christmas carols known to modern history. It looked like a very elaborately decorated Christmas tree with three birds all either perched or flying around it, the title emblazoned above the picture and very explicitly showing that this was indeed a music box designed after the famous Twelve Days of Christmas song. Considering there were three birds shown in the picture, it was increasingly clear to Trysten that those had to be none other than the three turtle doves.

"Beautiful!" He declared before opening up the second box, pulling out the protective styrofoam packaging and cutting the tape holding it together. The two parts separated easily, revealing a generally triangular shape wrapped in what looked like faded burlap. If the box hadn't been so well-kept, Trysten would've sworn that this was some sort of long lost relic or antique from the Victorian era! But again, that was just his imagination getting the best of him! And so, he set upon that burlap, ripping it and rending it until he could finally see the beautifully decorated ceramic sculpture dotted with paint that was painstakingly applied to create a truly breathtaking Christmas scene. The tree looked amazing, the attention to detail truly inspiring as Trysten carefully picked it up and turned it around. The colors were vibrant, looking brand new but having a dated aesthetic that gave him those memories of Hallmark Christmas movies that would be on TV nonstop. And to top it all off, there were three gray birds all adorned with the most intricate tan and gray markings, each one painted individually with an eye for detail that Trysten found to be truly breathtaking. Truly if there were a better representation of the third day of Christmas out there, he would be hard pressed to find it.

For just a moment, Trysten spent some time marveling at the artistic beauty of the music box, for that's what it had to be. There was an almost comically enormous crank on the side of it, looking like it was pulled directly off of a windup toy and glued onto the tree. But that meant that this antique relic likely had a lovely twinkling song that probably resembled one of the most well-known Christmas carols of all time. And as eager as Trysten was to try it out, he had to take some time to just appreciate the beauty. "Truly...never have I seen something crafted more beautifully or intricately." His voice was hushed in quiet wonder, turning the music box around and even taking a look at the oaken bottom with some words engraved in a language he didn't understand. "Every small detail from the sculpting to the color choice...I have no words. This is breathtaking!" The music box shifted around in his hands, running fingers over the different textures in hushed awe. The cool, smooth surface of the tree was lightly brushed as he adored the work of a truly dedicated craftsman. A few moments of hushed adoration were required, appreciating the beauty before turning it around to look at that crank.

"Alright, time to enjoy what's sure to be a truly glorious Christmas serenade!" He could hardly hide the smile twinkling bright along his expression before gently grasping the crank. It gave a bit of resistance initially, not wanting to turn from such a delicate touch. It looked so fragile though...did Trysten really want to risk breaking it just to hear the song? He might have to, biting down on his lip lightly as he put more strength into it. Still, no budging. He released his hand and let out a light huff, wiping a bit of sweat off of his forehead before placing the music box on the table, bracing himself, and holding the crank once more. He planted the decoration firmly down with another hand, prepping himself before letting out a loud grunt and pulling as hard as he could. Much to his surprise, his body fell back against the couch as the crank gave. Trysten was worried that he'd snapped the crank clean off, springing back up to examine the damage before that was a light, almost ethereal twinkling in the air.

The music box was playing.

The tune was...otherworldly. Soft. Delicate. Familiar. And yet at the same time, it was a song Trysten had never heard in his life. The gentle melody swam through the air, sluggish but intentional as Trysten shut his eyes to let it bring him a new, strange sense of calm. He took in a soft breath, body slowly lowering against the back of the couch before folding his arms at his chest to just let the music play. He just sat there and...enjoyed it. Silently. The only noise he wanted to hear was the soft tinkling of that mechanical drum rolling against the tines and giving him a beautiful holiday tune. It warmed his heart to hear, smiling softly as he could feel it bringing a soft feeling of ease throughout every bit of his body. Maybe...too comfortable of a feeling. While he rested and shifted idly against the couch, there was a gentle twitch he could feel that was all too familiar. One of his hands shifted down toward his belly, rubbing idly before teasing at the waistband of his pants. A low hum escaped from the back of his throat, jumping a bit in tone as he pressed his fingers down further past his jock before letting out a gentle moan. His hips shifted around, rolling up into his hand as he cupped around his growing need with a rumble. He felt so at ease...so calm...so...

...confused?

Slowly, his eyes opened before he raised a brow. His fingers stopped, thumb rubbing along the top of his twitching length as he quickly came to realize something odd. He...wasn't hard? But he -felt- hard. His attention tilted back between his legs, the song twinkling louder in the apartment before he undid his pants and opened them up. He could see the outline of his hand, but his shaft. It actually...somehow...looked smaller. It was VERY clear that he was worked up based on how much he was twitching, how his breath was catching in the back of his throat, how he could see his length had grown thicker in his hand. And yet...it looked smaller. So much smaller. And as he shifted his gaze further down, even his sac seemed as if it was pulling up toward his body. "What the..." Trysten mumbled to himself, shivering as a heavy jolt of pleasure rushed straight through his spine and made him let out a weirdly high-pitched noise that he could only describe as a 'coo.' His legs were spread, chest heaving with his eyes open wide as he looked straight up into the air while frozen in confusion. Something felt...different. The music kept playing louder and heavier on the air while still maintaining that soothing, almost singsong tune. But Trysten could tell something was off. Wrong. Weird. And yet...the more that he looked down at his length shifting back toward his body? The more he felt...

...excited.

"W-wait...th-the birds. The song. Ch-Christmas decorations..." The pieces were connecting in his head, pushing up from the couch as his pants and jock fell down immediately. They no longer fit along his waist, Trysten having lost some mass as he stood there completely nude with small patches of gray dotting his legs. He looked back and forth along his body, shivering as every bit of him felt hot. He kept stroking at himself, huffs turning into gasps as his sac shrank back almost fully between his legs and something else adjusted in a way he simply couldn't describe. He shivered and struggled to stand up, a leg kicking up into the air as he stepped out of a sock and felt a cramping through his toes. They felt tight. Thin. Almost colder as they grew a thin but sturdy set of scales. His toes shifted around, stretching and compressing as the nails pressed out into thin, sharp points. He could hardly feel them anymore...but his attention was far too pre-occupied with that growing pleasure between his legs. His length had almost completely pulled back into his body, but further than that? There was a small, almost vent-like divot forming just past his legs. At his rear. Mixing with a pressure at the back of his spine. The sensations were impossible to describe, but he knew what was happening. Even as his merging fingers brushed against that newly forming vent and his nose was flattening against his face, it was getting clearer and clearer that he was changing from human into bird.

One of the three Turtle Doves!

"THirrrf...flihhhhffth!!" Trysten tried to speak, but his mouth shifted too much while a thin gray beak pressed out from around his lips. He shut his eyes, moaning as he continued to stroke at himself while losing complete motor control of his fingers. His thumb pulled back against his arm while gray and white and tan and blue fringes poked out of his arm. They started small at first but quickly grew in length, flattening and shifting as soft feathers poked out into the air. What started as only a few quickly erupted into countless as his shoulders pulled back toward his spine, preventing him from bending them. He was beside himself with joy and pleasure, no longer able to stroke at himself but still managing to lower his body and rub his newly shifting cloaca against the ground. His rear stretched out further as his entire body and head compressed, got smaller, shaped more into that of an avian. His voice had faded completely, replaced by breathy squawks and coos as Trysten continued to ride out the pleasure of his new body. His arms pushed out to the sides as they flapped and twitched, no longer capable of bending or flexing as he completely lost use of his fingers. Instead, he had a long set of feathered wings getting longer and longer as his body shrank closer and closer to the ground. If he could blush and smile with his new beak and feathery coat, he'd be grinning like a madman while thrusting and humping along the ground.

His aching coos said it all, spine and lower body pushing out further from his core as a long stream of tail feathers fanned out behind him. His legs were looking incredibly thin and dry, whole body shrinking down as he was almost completely dwarfed by his tanktop which he quickly took advantage of. More strokes of his vent against anything he could find took his full attention while that song continued to twinkle and echo all throughout his apartment, filling him with heat and need in his new avian body. He flapped his shifting wings while his breast puffed out with stronger muscles, three black lines of feathers pointing downward as he clacked his beak and rolled his eyes up. That pleasure was unbelievable...unlike anything he could've described as his newly pink scaled talons grasped eagerly at the carpet beneath him. His body angled in a manner that allowed him to get just the right leverage, shifting and thrusting and wrapping his tail all along the floor as he pushed himself toward that instinctual need screaming at his body for more. And he gave in completely. He let the feelings wash over him as his neck feathers bristled before growing out further. Before his ears completely folded back against his head. Before his rainbow mohawk finally disappeared to be replaced with a uniform shade of gray.

Less and less of Trysten's body remained as he shut his eyes and let out aching, begging coos of delight with every feather that pressed out of his body. He could feel his body gaining its proper proportions as a familiar yet foreign pleasure bubbled up deep within his now rounded body. The three black chevrons along his breast bristled as Trysten took in a sharp breath, his lighter body shivering as he pulled his head back down against his body. The last bit of his pelt grew in while his wings fully adjusted, his posture shifted, his beak hardened, his head rounded, and his pleasure begged for release. He let his mind go wild, imagining himself wrapping his tail around other birds while he squawked and moaned and trilled and begged for more. He was so close, another few brushes of his new cloaca against his discarded clothes as he fucked them eagerly and happily. His beak hung open, fully aware of what he was doing as he let go and dove headfirst in his newly wild, avian pleasure. His whole body bristled, feathers standing on edge as he let go and his climax flooded out onto his clothes, his feathers, the carpet. The pleasure was like nothing he'd ever felt before, instincts guiding him as Trysten's body shivered and shook uncontrollably. He let everything go, voice singing out in time with that song still playing in the apartment before it slowly started to fade away. With it, Trysten's climax died down as well, disappearing almost as swiftly as it had come. He could hardly support his weight anymore, balance thrown off as he fell forward and landed on his breast with his wings spread out on the floor.

Trysten let the time pass, completely unbothered by his new body as the furniture around him was absolutely colossally sized in comparison. But each huff of a breath he took, each pleasured coo that escaped from his beak, he let the world go by unnoticed while he trilled in sheer delight. -Th-that was...h-hah gods, I never...- His thoughts moved at a snail's pace, trying to reflect on what had just happened and finding there were no words to explain just how truly and unbelievably blissful that was. He looked up toward the window, seeing more of that snow falling before humming and closing his eyes again. -This is...probably the best Christmas season I've ever...- He started, thoughts so calm and at ease before his eyes shot open again. He'd just realized something. Turning his head back and forth in the apartment, Trysten could feel a slight pit forming deep within his breast. He managed to stumble upwards, eventually finding his balance on his talons while hopping around awkwardly. He spread his wings, trying to fly up onto the table but realized that he'd only been a bird for probably five minutes. He didn't know how to fly! He didn't even know how to walk with these weird and small talons. The realization was slowly sinking in that he was now in a small pigeon-sized body in a large human-sized apartment. Eventually, he was able to get up on the table and look over toward the kitchen. That looked so much farther away. And so inaccessible. And so...not made for birds.

He stared at it for a moment, looking around back and forth before turning his attention down to his wings as best he could. He spread his feathers. Tilted them around a few times. Tried to make a grabbing motion and failed. His heart suddenly sank into his chest as he realized...he was a bird. Literally a bird. He had no thumbs. No hands. No way of getting the cookies he'd bought from the store. There were so many problems growing in his mind at his current situation, and as much as he loved fucking his clothes with a cloaca? There was really only one thought that could fully summarize his new situation for the holiday season.

• Ho ho hooooh fuck.-

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