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This story was written for Yui_olp as their Patreon commission for the month of January 2019. It contains F/F sex between consenting adults, transformation and supernaturally based intimacy. <3

[center][b][u]Flying the Nest - Part Two[/u][/b][/center]

The song thrush flitted through the open skies, chirping, trilling, singing her song for everyone in the world and yet no-one but herself all at once. Her tiny heart thundered within her chest far faster than that of her former self, but not with fear, not with anxiety or those rare moments of hate she had ever allowed herself to feel for those who provoked those first two emotions within her so often. Her heart raced with excitement. With joy. With passion. Beneath her feathered form she could feel a warmth, a pulsing heat deep within that even though it had been hours since the orgasm which had awoken her mind, her soul and allowed her to take flight, still felt so incredibly potent. So powerful it seemed at any moment she might be forced to tumble from the sky and flutter, squirm and rub up against something, [i]anything[/i] to feel that pleasure again.

Yet no matter how much she wanted it, she resisted. She remained airborne with the wind beneath her wings, staring out at the ground below and the world, the whole world stretched out before her, open and calling to her for the first time in her life. Or at least, for the first time when she had found herself strong enough to answer its call. Now that she had listened though, now that she had heard the Naiad's song, seen the Naiad's forest in her minds eye and come to understand the truth of its existence, far more than just the possibility of her own freedom and happiness had been revealed to Rhiannon. There were others. Others like her out there in the world, trapped by circumstance and bound by people every bit as cruel and selfish as her husband had ever been. And on the way to the forest that she had seen in her mind, and could feel calling to her within her heart even now, Rhiannon would seek out those kindred spirits whom she passed by. She would find them, and offer them the same chance at freedom which she had been granted by the Naiad herself.

Exactly how Rhiannon knew who it was that she had to try and save, she wasn't sure. It was just a feeling, but a feeling every bit as strong and certain as the one which had propelled her to orgasm back in her bedroom, which had driven her into this new body, so fragile and yet so much stronger than her former self had ever been in spirit and will. It was the same feeling that had let her take flight, and due to that fact alone she saw absolutely no reason why it could not inspire others to do the very same.

Not long after that, she saw someone to whom she was drawn by that same unquestionable certainty. A figure walking slowly down the main street of a small village, quaint, peaceful and on the surface entirely without strife. In one hand she carried a plastic bag full of groceries, and as Rhiannon swooped down and settled upon the branches of a nearby bush a short distance ahead of the woman, she could now see the woman's face. It was blank. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious or carefree. Not calm or placid or relaxed or featuring any other emotion that might have explained an initial appearance of solemnity. Just complete, utter nothing.

At least, until something miraculous happened. Miraculous at least for the woman in question, though Rhiannon knew exactly how it was possible... because she was behind it.

Sandra gasped as something fluttered in front of her vision, and as she held up her free hand in instinctive surprise, she felt something come to rest upon her fingertips. She blinked. Stared. Shook away the blank numbness of life in the village, life without real friends or the opportunity to travel or the chance to see or do anything other than the same routine, the same absolute monotony of her day to day subsistence... and saw perched upon her hand, a songbird.

"W-well... hello there..."

She smiled.

God, how long had it been since she'd smiled.

"Aren't you just the sweetest little thing..."

She set her bag of groceries down right there on the pavement. She reached out her hand slowly, not that the bird seemed the slightest bit perturbed as it sat upon her fingers and warbled a twittering tune, and stroked its tiny, feathered little head.

Blinking tears from her eyes... wait, tears? She was crying? Sandra sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve, embarrassed though there was only the bird watching her, head cocked, still letting loose the occasional little chirp but mostly just staring at her.

"I... I need to change things, don't I..."

She murmured under her breath.

"If a bird getting confused and landing on me is the most meaningful interaction with a creature I've had all year... god, more than a year... I need to change things. Something has to be different. Something has to start making me feel before... b-before I..."

She swallowed thickly, thoughts which had been occupying her mind more and more recently in past months surging forward in a way that once had made her terrified and disgusted, but now which only made her feel even more numb, and curious as to whether it would be so bad after all. Sandra shook her head, her ponytailed dark hair sweeping from side to side as the bird peered into her eyes with almost desperate, imploring sincerity. It chirped again.

"No. I won't let that happen. I won't let myself d-do that. Not without trying to change things first. Not without trying to find someone... a-anyone who can help me."

A second later the bird fluttered away, and leaving her shopping bag resting on the pavement utterly forgotten, possessed by a new determination, a frantic and wild surge of emotion more potent than anything she had felt in all years of routine drudgery which had brought her to this point, Sandra strode the rest of the way down the road, around the corner and towards her home.

Only when she reached the half way point of her own street, with her small, run down bungalow just four or five houses away, did Sandra see the figure standing by her front door. Leaning against the wall with her arms folded casually across her chest, brilliant red hair flowing in rich curls down over her shoulders, and a neatly trimmed patch of fire resting between the bare legs of her utterly naked body. As Sandra blinked and slowly began to move towards the nude woman standing before her home, she took in the beautiful body that this woman possessed. Skin pale but slightly sun-kissed with freckles all across her face and shoulders. Breasts full, round and firm. Her body voluptuous and well fed, plump and satisfied in all respects. Sandra didn't think she'd ever seen a woman so... alive, and while in days gone by such a sight might have made her simply regret all that she lacked from her own life to be similarly vital, today all she could ask herself was why this woman was standing naked as the day was long outside her own front door... and why on today of all days, with her mind suddenly buzzing and pleading with her to take action the way that it was, it didn't at all feel like a coincidence.

Sure enough, as Sandra approached her home, walked up the driveway and found herself face to face with the other woman, she felt her breath stolen away as the red headed lady's eyes met with hers. In an instant she was infused with the same warmth, the same connection as when the bird's eyes had made contact with her. When the woman spoke her voice was lilted and soft, sweet and vivid as birdsong without a doubt, and when she reached out a hand from her bare body and spoke to Sandra... there was only one answer that the wide eyed, frustrated, desperately lonely woman could possibly give.

"Will you let me help you?"

Moments later, they were inside Sandra's home. By the time they reached the woman's couch, draped with blankets, her single bed having popped a spring in the mattress years ago and having never been replaced since, Sandra was as naked as Rhiannon. She felt as though she should have felt embarrassed. Ashamed by her body in comparison to the other woman's own, not just chubby but undeniably larger than society expected of any woman seeking approval. Stretch marked, sagging, clean shaven around the crotch bar a couple of days growth, but with a fine layer of hair across her legs and arms that had gone long untended, and not a drop of make-up upon her face, she should according to the world around her have been humiliated by how she looked in comparison to this other woman.

But, when she saw the look in Rhiannon's eyes as she bared herself before her, when she saw the pure adoration, gratitude, and selfless lust in the other woman's eyes, a desire to not just pleasure her, but set her free through that pleasure... she couldn't be embarrassed, not in the slightest. All she could do was cry out happily as she was dragged down to the couch with Rhiannon swiftly straddling her. All she could do was moan as a gentle hand reached between her legs, and all she could do was stare up into that incredible woman's eyes as Rhiannon bowed her head and kissed Sandra deeply on the lips, and began to show her what the Naiad had granted her... and what she was now able to share, to spread, to pass on to any person who was willing and receptive to it.

A message of love. Of oneness. Of peace through passion and joy.

A message of pleasure, not just in sex, but in every moment of life as it was truly meant to be lived. Selfless, shameless, joyous pleasure.

Sandra's screams ran through the bungalow as for the first time in more than fifteen years she felt a lover's touch. As for the first time in fifteen years she was brought to orgasm by the fingers of another, then the tongue of another, and then... then for the first time in her entire life, with the grinding touch of another woman's nether regions against her own, bucking,humping, shrieking, and cumming alongside Rhiannon's equally bliss-stricken body as it pressed to her own like it was the most perfect tool for the task that the other woman had ever encountered.

She felt like she could fly. Like she could take wing and soar, so good, so strong was the pleasure and the happiness which washed over her with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word from Rhiannon to herself. Yet as clear and unmistakable as those thoughts had been as they ran through her mind, Sandra wasn't actually sure quite when the change happened. She didn't remember a moment of transition, a pause or a state of flux between the woman she had been, and the little bird who fluttered and chirped against the slightly larger song-thrush as they delicately brushed against one another, cloaca to cloaca, trembling and rubbing together in unabashed, continued pleasure.

They were still making love, spiralling, wheeling, bumping and brushing against one another in a frenzy, as they fluttered out through an open window and left Sandra's bungalow far behind them, some wet couch cushions and a small pile of feathers the only indications of their recent presence. They danced and flew and sang to one another, perfectly understanding every thought and intention despite their species and the songs they sang being entirely separate. Every so often one of them would come to land on a rooftop, branch or fence, and the other would dive down upon them, feet perching awkwardly upon their back and tail tucking in, under themselves to press their nether regions together once again. They would sing, flutter, buck and cum, and then rise skyward once more until the need for one another grew too much to bear all over again. It had been so long since Sandra had known such kinship, such love, such communion with another creature, she couldn't get enough. And Rhiannon understood, of course she did, and was more than happy to share all that the other bird desired.

In fact... it didn't take many more hours of flight, of pleasure, and of freedom before Sandra came to understand more and more of what Rhiannon was showing her with every act of love, with every chirp from her beak and every glance from her sharp, adoring eyes.

Sandra was free now. Free not only to receive the love and attention she had craved for so long from others but had been unable to find in her isolated little corner of the world, but also to give that love. To give [i]her[/i] love to others who were similarly trapped. To seek them out, to send them soaring skyward on wings of pleasure and hope, and to set them on the same path as herself. The same path which the song-thrush flying alongside her even now had introduced to her.

To guide them to the forest.

To the Naiad.

To the river which flowed through that ever growing forest and sustained all the bountiful life which lived within it. All the creatures; the joyous, bliss-stricken souls who had embraced their freedom through the Naiad's truth.

To lead them to a place of love, of security, and of fulfilment without exception.

To a home which would be all of theirs just as soon as someone like Rhiannon or Sandra herself could find and awaken them from whatever had them feeling so trapped and alone, and to a home which Sandra and Rhiannon alike could still scarcely believe would one day soon be [i]their[/i] home, free from all that had once restrained and limited them too.

By Jeeves

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