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Fandom: Degrees of Lewdity !!! THIS CONTAINS SMUT SO MINORS PLEASE DNI !!!

Pairing/Characters: M!Great Hawk x Gwen(PC), M!Sydney x Gwen, M!Kylar x Gwen, and M!Sirris x Gwen. This is NOT a "x Reader" fanfic Summary: This is a wingfic detailing Gwen's sudden acquisition of his harpy transformation. The fic was scrapped because Gwen's lore and how he got the harpy transformation changed, meaning that many events in this fic were rendered non-canon. Still, I didn't want this story to go to waste. The fanfic hasn't been proof read, so expect some errors and repetition. Hope you enjoy it! Word count: 12.5k words Warnings: Wingfic, feelings of shame, poly between Kylar, Sydney, and PC, oviposition, age gap, nipple play, over stimulation, navel play, dubcon

How the hell did he let this happen.

Gwen’s eyes cracked open the moment the morning sun blanketed his skin, his arm raising up to shield his face from the assault of daybreak. He groaned lowly, his body pressing further down into the nest made of twigs, fabric, and feathers as if to shoo away the coming dawn. His protests to the passage of time were short lived however, as a great gust would signify the return of his captor. A large shadow would drape across his form as talons gripped the side of the nest, their power palpable yet still exhibiting a gentleness as to not destroy the carefully woven twigs.

The great hawk would lean down, his hands gently reaching out to rouse his beloved.

“Husband. I found food.” He stated simply as he tossed out a corpse he’d savaged moments earlier. It was a lurker, a disgusting beast that tasted sour and off to the once-human boy. Gwen would sniff dismissively before giving his thoughts.

“I don’t like this stuff, you know this.” Gwen grimaced, shooting the large bird a weak glare. His stomach growled as his captor had made this mistake time and time again. The harpy seemed to slink back with shame in his eyes, then a look of determination overtook his features.

“Forgive me husband. I’ll find you something better, I promise. I promise.” The harpy lowered his head, the soft feathers of his cheeks gently brushing up against Gwen’s face as he crooned. Gwen sniffed but relented, returning the nuzzle and coo before the harpy eased back and leapt off the side of the nest to go hunting once more, leaving the lurker’s corpse behind.

The Great Hawk is what he’d called himself, both a name and a title that was befitting of the half-beast man. There was nothing else that could encompass the sheer size and magnificence of the man. He was not a cruel beast either, as he had been accommodating and doting upon his newly claimed beloved. All things considered Gwen could not complain about his treatment, as the hawk seemed to love him dearly.

It had been god knows how long since he was kidnapped, the days and nights blurred together to the young student as he lacked any sort of enrichment besides pacing and tying scraps of fabric together to fashion a rope to climb down the tower with. He had abandoned that task quickly when he realized that the hawk had no interest in killing or eating him, instead he simply wanted a lover, and he wasn’t one to say no to a kind beast like him.

Once he was gone Gwen began to shuffle in the nest once more, taking the time to stretch his limbs and nude form. As he raised his arms he felt something else shift along his back as if there was a separate set of muscles sprouting just below his shoulders. Gwen cast a glance towards his back and was greeted with ashy blond feathers with a gradient that transitioned towards brown the further down along the wings, just like his hair. He cussed and scrambled to his feet, desperate to look into the mirror to see the state of his body.

Gwen scampered down the steps into the lands below the harpy’s tower, his feet sinking into the mud below as he staggered towards the mirror. Despite the large cracks and scratches that marred the sagging mirror’s surface Gwen was still able to get a good look at himself. He turned and saw exactly what he was feeling earlier.

Looking over his shoulder at his reflection, Gwen could see the two wings that had seemingly sprouted over night. He reached back to grab a handful of feathers, as if he couldn’t simply accept the reflection that stared back at him, he needed to feel them as well. He quivered as the wings flinched at the rough grab and the feathers that trailed up his back seemed to fluff up in frustration. He tipped his head back and let out an upset groan that echoed into the foggy moor that surrounded him. He couldn’t believe this…

Gwen turned around to examine his front, upset that he could see the wings haphazardly hanging off his back and ruining his silhouette. With a begrudging huff he tucked his wings along his back and shuddered in surprise; his flight feathers were long enough to brush and tickle along the top of his ass. Oh that would be frustrating to deal with. Perhaps some clothes would protect his sensitive skin from the unwanted development.

Though something caught Gwen’s eyes that prompted him to move closer to the mirror that peered up at him. His eyes traveled down to the white downy feathers that seemed to cover his neck, something he’d nearly missed due to his fair skin blending in with the ashy plumage. His hand ran along the front of his throat, his fingers sinking into the warm feathers of his newly formed brood patch. His green eyes trailed down further until the feathers ended just between his pecs. He groaned yet again, a petulant fluffing of his plumes showing his frustration as he stormed away from the mirror and back up the tower.

He couldn’t believe this, he couldn’t believe that now he wasn’t even human anymore. He cursed taking bites of the food the hawk offered, cursed the songs he’d sing with him as he was held captive. Curse the Great Hawk, curse him and his kindness and hospitality! It was one thing to be assaulted, to have fingers and members shoved roughly into his holes, to be spanked and choked by brutes that would leave him to rot in an alley. It was another to be changed in such an obvious and damning way. You could clean cum off of your skin and pray for forgiveness. You couldn’t pray feathers and wings away.

His feet pitter-pattered along the cold stone that housed the nest he’d come to know as a new home. He scrounged about the nest, finding mismatched pieces of clothing that the hawk would bring home as gifts for him to then don on his body. He threw on an ugly and frayed purple jacket over his wings and a pair of wine red trousers that were tattered to the point that they were practically shorts. One black shoe and one yellow shoe protected his feet from the elements and with that, he was ready to leave.

Just as Gwen had turned to go back down the stairs of the tower, a heavy sound landed right behind him. He paused then turned to meet the hawk’s eyes.

“...Are you trying to leave?” His voice was as firm as the stare he leveled at Gwen. Gwen stayed quiet, eyes staring back as if he was afraid to blink lest the bird descend upon him and tear him to pieces. The Great Hawk then sighed, his shoulders sagging as he tossed a cardigan into the nest. “You are not ready yet.”

“I’m not ready?” Gwen growled as his brows furrowed, his fearful stare now melting into an angry glare as he felt his body tense. “Whether or not I’m ready means nothing to me, I want to go home, and you can’t stop me.”

The Great Hawk seemed to flinch at his aggressive tone, then he proceeded to lower himself as if to take on a less threatening posture. It was then that Gwen realized he may have misread the situation. The harpy slowly stepped forward and reached out towards Gwen. His hands were delicate and gentle as he slowly pulled the jacket off of his shoulders. He held the article of clothing up to his face and in one simple swipe a pair of holes were sliced into the back of it. With equal care he slowly slid the jacket onto Gwen, dressing him properly and easing his new wings into the holes he’d made for him. Gwen couldn’t help the shiver when he felt the harpy’s strong and calloused hands drag along his new wings.

“It is difficult to learn how to fly so quickly… But you can glide.” He roughed out as his hand lingered on Gwen’s shoulder. Their eyes met again as he gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Will you visit?” Came a mere whisper, almost uncharacteristic of the usually strong man he’d seen in days prior.

Gwen’s body relaxed into his touch as he sighed and warred with his feelings. He had to return to Sydney, to Kylar, to Robin and the orphans that so desperately needed him. The Great Hawk truly wanted the best for him, he could not deny that.

“I’ll do my best to visit. I’d like to learn how to fly after all,” Gwen chided, a weak smile upon his lips. The harpy didn’t return the smile, instead he leaned down to preen Gwen.

He fixed his hair, clothes, and smoothed out the tussled feathers along his wings and neck. With that, he was ready to allow Gwen his first flight from his nest.

“Keep your body flat and wings straight. Ride the air.” The Great Hawk instructed, easing Gwen towards the edge of the tower.

There was tension, fear, uncertainty in Gwen’s eyes and form, a fear that the hawk knew far too well. He leaned down once again and twittered at him to attempt to lead him into a song. Gwen looked up at him, at first in bewilderment, then in endearment. He drew a breath and twittered back.

The two proceeded to share one last song, their voices accenting one another as the tune was carried along the winds of the moor, signifying the coming dawn to the other wildlife that lived just a few feet below. Gwen wasn’t even all that musically inclined, but it seemed that the wings came with the gift of song.

Once their song concluded, the Great Hawk decided that a demonstration would help Gwen the most. He leapt off the side of the spire, his great wings spreading out and catching the unseen air current that made travel simple. Gwen had a few false starts as his heart raced; each time he peered down at the tree tops of the moor, his vision swam and wavered. He tried, he truly did, but he just couldn’t do it. His mouth went dry and he withdrew from the edge of the spire in an attempt to clear his head and calm his breathing.

Then a pair of talons grabbed him by his upper arms and flung him off the edge of the tower.

The Great Hawk had grown concerned when he was not joined by Gwen, worried that poor Gwen had merely plummeted to the ground. When he beat his wings and turned around he was both relieved and frustrated with his beloved. Relieved that he’d not hurt himself but frustrated that for all that anger in his voice earlier, he had still not mustered up the courage to jump. He knew he had to intervene and force Gwen to leap, to plunge into something out of his comfort zone.

Gwen screamed, no, screeched in fear as he fell and fell, he swore his life was flashing before his eyes!

“Flatten yourself and open your wings!” The Great Hawk bellowed from above, yanking Gwen out of his fearful paralysis.

Gwen tried to steel his nerves and listen to the hawk’s instructions. He grasped at the air and twisted this way and that until he was falling belly first, then his wings spread out.

In an instant the wind seemed to stop whipping at his form, instead it curved along his body. When Gwen cracked an eye open, he saw it; he was gliding. Both his eyes snapped open as he realized he was really doing it, he was really flying! A smile split his face as he looked around the moor, then up at the harpy that had joined him once he got his bearings. Gwen would crow in triumph, his cry marking the personal success he achieved.

The two would continue to ride the air current, the town growing closer and closer with every flap of his wings. The Great Hawk would dip down and speak once more, giving Gwen one last bit of advice.

“When you land, lean forward first, then pivot to land on your heels. You should stop your momentum with your body and wings, go against the wind.” His voice was soothing, warm, as if he was proud of Gwen’s achievement.

Gwen chuckled and looked back to his harpy lover, but his smile fell the moment he saw him so far away.

The harpy could not follow him into town, this was where they would part.

Gwen’s mouth clicked shut and he returned his gaze towards the town he called home. He felt a sense of regret, as if he shouldn’t have even bothered leaving the comfort of the nest to return to the uncaring environment of the town. That the harpy offered him a loving and safe home, offered him food and clothes, maybe he should turn around and--

Perhaps he developed a bit of Stockholm Syndrome. Best to not dwell on those feelings. Besides, he had boyfriends to check in on!

Gwen would find a nice and secluded place to land by the pub, ensuring no eyes were on him as he landed. He was a fashion disaster and he needed to get dressed in some better garb before he even dared to think of facing any of his lovers. Goodness knows he had to make do with what he had.

The newly transformed boy would maneuver through the streets and down alleys, doing his best to avoid mobs and dogs and fools that’d be able to throw a wrench into his plans. He snuck into the Church’s garden then into the temple itself, making a B-line for his quarters unseen. Once in the privacy of the communal quarters he rummaged through his wardrobe, donning his school uniform for the time being.

Yet his school cardigan certainly needed some work before he could comfortably wear it. He wore it for a moment before realizing just how silly he looked trying to cover his wings that bulged obviously from his back. With a groan he stripped once more and took the time to cautiously cut and trim both his white button up and crème cardigan to accommodate his new change.

Now he stood before the mirror, wings comfortably on display and now pressed against his back. He gave himself one last once over, pouring over every single little detail. He felt embarrassed, ashamed that he’d allowed himself to be so visibly changed. His green eyes felt so much more vibrant in the dim candle lights of the quarters, his wings felt so heavy along his back. He brought one forward to look at his plumage, taking in the speckled colors that decorated each feather. He couldn’t help but wonder just what everyone else would think.

Would Sydney still love him? Would Kylar? Would Sirris spout bird facts every time he saw him? Would Whitney pluck him like a Thanksgiving turkey? He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, struggling with his internal conflict.

On one hand he could simply go to Gwylan who could probably get rid of these wings of his, but on the other hand would it really hurt to take these babies out for a spin? After all, he could fly now! Who gave a damn what anyone thought, they could prove to be useful! He could fly away from Bailey any time he demanded payment, or fly instead of taking the bus or relying on Avery to take him home. These could be quite beneficial… Yet the embarrassment gnawed at him.

Gwen drew a breath and shook himself of his thoughts, breaking eye contact with the man in the mirror who stared back in uncertainty. With a final brushing of his curls he stepped away, hands shoved in the pockets of his black trousers as he walked out. Many of the church members gasped out their surprise when they saw him, inadvertently shaking Gwen’s confidence. His wings tucked tighter against his back, cursing as his heightened senses could pick up on every last bit of gossip that left every observer’s lips.

“Is that brother Gwen? Has he been blessed by the lords above?”

“I’m afraid not. The boy is impure or so I’ve heard, perhaps it is a punishment.”

“Does Jordan know? Does he need to atone?”

Gwen’s feathers would bristle as the conversation continued to needle at his already wounded self-confidence. His shoulders shrugged and he practically stormed out of the church, the doors swinging open as the voices grew quiet. He drew a breath of fresh air, his feathers smoothing out once more. Then a voice broke the peace and quiet.

“Gwen?”

Gwen turned his head sharply towards the source of the sound. It was Sydney in his school uniform. Sydney whose eyes were wide and his expression the definition of astonishment. He dropped his bag in an instant to charge forward and capture Gwen in an embrace.

Sydney’s arms wrapped tightly around Gwen’s body, arms looping under his and squeezing firmly along his back as they hugged. Their chests pressed to one another and their breathing soon synced up as they stood in the street in silence. Then Sydney pulled away with a teary yet cheerful gasp.

“G-Gwen! God it’s you-- I… I was so worried about you. I was scared something terrible had happened and that I’d never see you again. I’m so happy to see you again.” Sydney would pull away from the hug so he could look Gwen in the eyes. They looked different, yet he didn’t care.

Sydney, in a sudden outburst of emotion, pressed his lips to Gwen’s. Gwen let out a startled noise as Sydney was the one who led the kiss. He must have truly missed him, as he wasn’t usually so forward! Both lovers would pull away from their mutual embrace as Sydney’s hands frantically wiped away the tears beading in his eyes.

“Was I really gone that long?” Gwen smirked some as his hands fixed and adjusted his slightly mussed clothes. An unconscious motion as his eyes had never left Sydney’s.

“You were gone for two weeks! Oh Gwen your absence was felt throughout both the school and church. Kylar even asked me where you were.”

Gwen was taken aback. Kylar practically loathed Sydney and spoke ill of the pious boy at any chance he got. To hear he’d gone so far to get any information he could had him feeling all sorts of warm, yet he’d never let anyone know that he enjoyed being missed.

The two would stand in silence for a time as they simply basked in each other’s presence. Sydney would reach out to fix Gwen’s collar, then his eyes finally landed upon the wings he’d felt earlier during their hug. Gwen would see his eyes flick over and he tried press them further behind his back, but it was too late.

Sydney silently stepped to the side, reaching around to tenderly grasp one of his flight feathers in his hand. He felt the soft strands between his fingers, his thumb gently caressing the individual strands, seemingly lost in the change. When he saw Gwen shudder in the corner of his eye he gave pause, eyes flicking back to his.

“They’re real?” Sydney whispered.

Gwen’s eyes would dart away, the shame clearly written in his face with the way his brows furrowed and his gaze focused on the cracks in the sidewalk. Sydney would frown some as he thought about his words carefully, then he grinned and pressed his nose to his cheek.

“You’re like an angel.” He whispered. Gwen would close his eyes as a pout settled upon his lips, the words working wonders to soothe his warring emotions yet he was always stubborn about letting his lovers know how he felt. His body would betray him as a soft coo came from deep within his chest. His eyes shot open as soon as the sound reached his own ears and he jerked away. When he looked back at Sydney he could see his beaming smile as clear as day.

“Seems the doves are active today.” Gwen said firmly as if trying to convince Sydney to disregard his own senses.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Sydney chuckled softly as he leaned forward, their foreheads now pressed together as Gwen glowered up at him. Gwen would roll his shoulders back and puff his chest as he pulled away again, the embarrassment burning in his gut. Sydney’s chuckles would turn into laughter, allowing Gwen to lick his emotional wounds while he stepped away to pick up his school bag.

“Do you think we could meet in the garden? I’d like to get a better look at them but I’m sure you wouldn’t want to show off here on the streets.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he looked eagerly at Gwen. Gwen would huff softly and mutter an agreement. Sydney smiled and gently caressed his cheek and disappeared into the church.

Gwen cussed under his breath as the feeling of shame and embarrassment reared it’s ugly head again. He loathed how these wings made him feel, how the eyes that landed upon them would linger in thought. He hated it, hated how he was perceived as a curiosity. Yet Sydney’s words felt gentle and kind, his words served to fight back that disgusting feeling. As soon as the doors closed behind Sydney, he darted towards the back of the church, hiding within the garden that had grown unruly and unkempt in the time he was gone.

Gwen would find himself a nice rock to rest upon as he waited for Sydney to meet him within the garden.

It felt like an eternity as he watched the other nuns and priests mill about, occasionally throwing a greeting his way as soon as they saw him. He could have sworn he even dozed off for a moment as he waited for Sydney. Soon the bushes began to rustle, and soon Sydney’s head poked out from between some bushes.

Sydney then shuffled further, revealing he’d donned his usual church garb before meeting Gwen once again. He seemed breathless, and it soon became obvious that he had rushed as fast as he could to meet Gwen. It took him a good few beats before he finally addressed Gwen.

“I-I’m sorry that took so long. Jordan stopped me as soon as I changed.”

“Did he warn you about me? Is he requesting my presence?” Gwen said in a defeated and almost mocking tone. He sneered, his gaze glaring daggers into a rock in the grass near by.

“What? Why would he do that?” Sydney’s brows raised in surprise.

“The whole congregation seems to be worried that these wings are a curse. That I need to atone and purge the evilness within me.”

Sydney would sit beside Gwen, grasping his chin to turn his head back towards him.

“He was worried you’d feel this way, so he told me to keep an eye on you. He’s already taken it upon himself to scold those he catches spreading rumors.”

Gwen would sigh, his eyes failing to meet Sydney’s.

“Usually rumors like these don’t phase you, what happened?” Sydney would ask as his thumb gingerly caressed his cheek.

“They usually don’t, no. I spend most of my time ignoring what drivel comes out of people’s mouths. I know my worth. Yet, something about these wings makes me want to find a hole and bury myself in it. It bothers me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because… I suppose it’s just something that’s so visible. So obvious. If I end up marred by a fight then I can hide the bruises and cuts with long sleeves or make up and act like nothing happened. Yet, these things are large, cumbersome, and it shows that I’ve had a run in with something and returned changed. I mean, some of the other clergy members definitely think this is a sort of punishment, so…” Gwen trailed off.

Sydney would let out a soft sigh. He understood his plight, his issues, and why he’d feel this way. It resonated with him and reminded him of the times that he’d expressed wanting to change aspects of himself only to be met with resistance by Jordan and a list of reasons as to why he shouldn’t. Many of those reasons including what other members would think. He squeezed Gwen’s chin and leaned in to peck his lips.

“I understand. Yet, I find myself drawn to them, I find them beautiful. I don’t see them as a punishment or a reason to steer clear from you, I see them as a manifestation of something that fits you rather well. You’d look beautiful in your usual dancing get up with these.”

Gwen would chuckle, his green eyes finally meeting Sydney’s amber ones.

“You don’t mean that. I think I’d look silly with holes cut into my leotard.” Gwen would scoff as he took Sydney’s hand in his.

“I think you just don’t see my vision. Your wings and your swan lake dress would really sell the look. I’m sure your dance instructor would jump at the chance to see you perform with them.” Sydney smiled when Gwen laughed at his suggestion.

“Oh god. That might be too many eyes for me right now… But maybe you have a point.”

“I do, don’t I? I think what matters most is what the people you care about think. I think they’re gorgeous.” Sydney soothed.

His free hand reached out to trace the edges of his wings. Gwen would hesitantly stretch his wing out to allow Sydney a better feel. His fingers delicately dragged along each length of feather, a sense of reverence behind each touch. He’d then trail up his feathers to feel the limb itself. Gwen would jump at that touch, Sydney’s fingers now touching the warm appendage.

Sydney paused, silently asking for Gwen’s permission to continue. He gave him a nod, his soft curls bouncing with the motion. Sydney would smile as his fingers continued to trace up his limb, settling just at the base of his wing to feel the soft downy feathers. Delicately his fingers would then slip past the slits in his cardigan to scratch at the soft down, testing to see if it was a touch he found enjoyable.

A soft giggle would bubble up as Gwen’s body tensed. His wing trembled and slowly pulled back towards his back as if to shield the spot from Sydney’s teasing touch. Sydney smiled at Gwen’s growing pout and stilled his hand.

“Does that tickle? I’m sorry!” Sydney giggled as he apologized. He wasn’t all that sorry.

“You knew that’d tickle. Just be gentle when you mess around there!” Gwen all but whined. Sydney laughed as he issued more and more apologies.

“Then, if it isn’t too crude to ask, may I get a closer look?” He looked a little hopeful that Gwen would say yes. His hand gently grasped his forearm as the implication hung heavy in both the air and in Sydney’s gaze.

“You want me to take my shirt off?” Gwen would voice the request that the church boy was far too shy to say himself. Sydney would bluster and stammer, hurriedly attempting to tack on things like ‘you don’t have to’.

Gwen would wave him off and turn, giving him his back as he pulled the cardigan up and over his head. He folded the fabric and placed to the side as his wings were presented to Sydney.

Sydney would hold his breath, taking in the size and beauty of the wings before him. His hands reached for them, his fingers burying themselves within the various layers of plumage. He could both see and feel how the touches affected Gwen, as each new sensation would cause the smaller feathers that encircled his wings and trailed up his spine to fluff up.

He then pulled back to press his hands to the space between his wings. Another shudder wracked Gwen’s body. He then slowly ran his hands up the strip of ashy blonde feathers, watching as they puffed up. It seemed the motion flustered Gwen, or so Sydney thought. A smile sat upon his lips as he brought his hands back down, then up yet again.

His hands would gingerly wrap around the base of his neck now. He could feel Gwen’s pulse now with the tips of his fingers; it was quick, rapid, and his skin felt warm under the patch of feathers. Sydney then smoothed out his down.

“Do you have feathers elsewhere?” He whispered into his right ear. Gwen nodded.

Gwen would then turn to reveal the patch of ashy blond feathers that decorated his chest. Sydney’s hand buried itself into the bit of feathers and these too felt devilishly soft and warm. He’d argue they were warmer than the feathers along his back.

Gwen shivered and his brows knitted. The touches felt wonderful and a soft coo shattered the aloof air he tried desperately to maintain. Blush subsequently darkened his cheeks and he refused to meet Sydney’s curious eyes.

Suddenly, Sydney pressed his face into the patch of feathers. Gwen gasped and his hands nearly shoved Sydney away for the sudden intrusion. He stared down at him in bewilderment; he could see the smile reaching Sydney’s eyes despite the feathers that obscured the lower half of his face. There was a muffled chuckle he could feel buzzing in his chest as well.

Gwen pouted, arms now draped over his shoulders as he drank his fill. Sydney would nuzzle close enough that his nose grazed against the softer skin hidden under the patch of feathers. The plumes tickled at his skin yet it was no deterrent, instead it felt warm and welcoming. It was as if he could sleep here just like that.

Sydney’s eyes would then slip closed, his arms wrapped tightly around Gwen’s waist as he sagged his weight against him. Seemed he was nestling down for a nap. Right here, in this garden, hidden by the shrubbery. Gwen would gently hold Sydney’s shoulders, granting him the nap.

Once he was certain he was fast asleep, Gwen would chitter and coo. He hated to admit it, but being used like a pillow for one of his lovers made him feel all sorts of warm.

His fingers would idly busy themselves combing through his long hair and picking out any bits of lint or debris he found. Once he was satisfied and could no longer find bits of dirt, his fingers would busy himself with massaging his scalp.

Sydney would nap for a long while, enough for the idle background chatter to turn to questioning where the star clergy member had gone. When he heard the ghost of his name float along the wind, Sydney started awake.

He jerked up and looked disoriented, his glasses crooked upon his nose. He quickly pulled away and fixed himself, visibly embarrassed.

“O-Oh goodness. Gwen I’m so sorry, I-I got carried away-- Ah god I’m behind on my work!” He dusted off his outfit and leaned forward to kiss the corner of Gwen’s mouth. “I’ll see you later!” He then stood and ran off, quickly making his appearance to the church.

Gwen would watch him disappear into the church with a lopsided smile. He then drew his cardigan back over his body, deciding he’d wander the town in search of his other lover. If Sydney was so surprised by his return, he could only imagine just how Kylar would react.

After struggling to slip his wings through the holes in his cardigan, he was off. He slipped away undetected out of the garden and back out into the streets with little fanfare. With a nonchalant air to his gait he made his way to Danube street to check in on Kylar at his manor. Though, the hisses that echoed through the manor when he entered into the foyer told him all he needed to know; Kylar wasn’t here.

He left his apologies echoing into the darkness before closing the doors and starting out towards the park. Perhaps Kylar was drawing there as he usually did after school hours when he wasn’t busy stalking him through the town.

As he walked through the small town, he could feel the various gazes upon him. He could hear the soft gasps and the curious chatter that wondered aloud why he was wearing those wings. At least the greater public interpreted his wings as props instead of something more damning and permanent. It granted him some semblance of peace to wander the streets like this since he knew he wouldn’t be harassed for his promiscuity… Well, harassed negatively and accused of fucking birds.

The closer he got to the park the more lewd and leering the gazes of those that saw him became. It was as if they recognized him, as if they knew him and thought he was a pervert. For a moment he felt his confidence wavering, yet he recouped himself after he bucked at an older woman that stared hard at him, making her jump. He sneered at her retreating back.

“Have you seen my boyfriend?” A voice floated up behind him, desperate and on the verge of tears.

Gwen turned to be met with a flier being shoved into his hands.

“H-He went missing recently and I can’t live without him. Have you seen him?” It was Kylar, it seemed he hadn’t recognized him yet. It probably didn’t help that the flier was currently obscuring Gwen’s face as well. It gave him an opportunity to read the flier that was being handed out to any passer by that had the misfortune of drawing too close to Kylar.

It was then that Gwen saw that the flier was hardly a flier and more of a… sketch page. A pornographic one. He could see that Kylar had rendered his face next to rather provocative poses of him in both the nude and his dancing clothes, both accurate depictions of his delicate and agile body. The top of the page read ‘MISSING BOYFRIEND’ and the sloppily hand written text listed all sorts of details about Gwen. These details included his height, approximate weight, waist size, and how his hair smelled. His eyes began to scan the line that informed readers of how his pussy tasted.

“Do I really taste like that?” He asked as he pulled the flier down to look at the offending artist.

Their eyes met and Kylar damn near fainted. The smaller boy’s knees buckled before he threw himself at Gwen, discarding the stack of fliers he held. His arms wrapped tightly around Gwen’s waist and his face buried into his chest. A horrible cry left his lips now muffled.

“My love! You’re… y-you’re back!” Kylar cried out. His sobs, that were gross and quite wet, served to draw the attention of the members of the public. Gwen would swallow, at a loss for words as Kylar would bawl and dampen his fine cardigan. He slowly brought a hand up to his hair, petting it as he started to soothe the poor loner.

The crying would last for quite a while, long enough for Gwen to watch onlookers pocket the scattered fliers and hurry off. To most this would be embarrassing and unbecoming, yet he couldn’t help but love just how distraught Kylar was at the thought of him gone. It felt good that he held this power over him, yet something else was brewing under his sadistic love.

Kylar pulled away to reveal his soggy face, eyes now puffy from the tears as his fingers had a death grip on his cardigan, as if he would disappear again if he let go.

“I tried to find you… I looked everywhere b-but I couldn’t find you… I was so scared.” He gave Gwen another squeeze. “I’m so happy you’re back…!”

Gwen would coo softly. Kylar’s eyes widened at the new noise that graced his ears and Gwen’s warm smile fell in an instant. He was beginning to hate the more minor parts of this change than the wings themselves. There were so many new unconscious behaviors that he had to keep in check now.

Kylar didn’t seem to question the new noise for now, more keen on reveling in the joy that his beloved had returned to him once more. He started to pull away as his eyes scanned Gwen’s body from head to toe, checking him over for wounds or injuries.

“D-Did anyone hurt you? If anyone laid their hands on you, I’ll kill them!” He seemed incensed, blood thirsty, then his blood lust was quickly curbed when he saw the feathers peeking out from behind his back. Gwen let out a soft sigh as he brought the wing forward for Kylar to see better. After all, why delay the inevitable.

“Don’t ask me how I ended up with these… Even I don’t know.” Gwen lied through his teeth, though he knew that even Kylar wouldn’t be able to figure out how he got these wings. He watched as Kylar’s trembling fingers dragged along his flight feathers.

“They’re… beautiful. Y-You’re like an angel!” Kylar beamed, eager to use this new title for his boyfriend. If Kylar knew that Sydney had the same thought, Kylar would go on a tirade to defend his position and insist how much of a real angel Gwen was to him.

“You think so?” Gwen mused, wanting to hear the fountain of praise the desperately enamored boy had for him. Sure enough, Kylar would spend a great deal of time gushing about his boyfriend as soon as he was given the opportunity to.

Eventually the out pour of compliments would trail off, Kylar simply hugging Gwen close and breathing in his scent. He noted a new undertone of… dust? Powder? He wasn’t sure what it was, but it smelled wonderful. Kylar’s fingers would soon release his cardigan as he looked eagerly up at him.

“Y-You should come home with me. We have a lot of catching up to do, you owe me.” Kylar’s hand would grasp Gwen’s wrist and he began to tug him back down the road towards his manor. Gwen didn’t fight him, but he did cast one final glance towards the discarded missing posters. Seems Kylar was so dead set on taking him home that the lewd fliers scattered across the floor slipped his mind.

As they walked, he could see a pair of classmates reaching down to pick up the fliers. Their cheeks darkened with blush the second they saw his drawn form. ( -Status )

The two would soon reach the run down manor and make their way up to the loner boy’s room. Kylar threw open the door to his bedroom and hurriedly kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. He got his legs trapped in the tight denim and he tripped over onto the bed, flopping back unceremoniously. His hardness was just as apparent as his lack of shame, and he looked expectantly up at Gwen.

Gwen scoffed. Kylar was always so needy and desperate, he loved playing his helplessness up. He decided to at least lend him a helping hand.

Soon Kylar’s jeans were tossed across the room, eliciting an excited squeal from the boy. His knees knocked together while he watched Gwen undress. His cardigan and school pants were folded neatly towards the foot of the bed, leaving him in just his underwear and socks. He shot Kylar a sultry look. Kylar sunk back into the bed, peering from between his fingers as he giggled excitedly.

Gwen crawled into the bed and stared hard at Kylar, the anticipation visible on his face. Then he leapt at him and pinned his wrists beside his head, watching as Kylar writhed and wiggled in barely hidden anticipation.

His legs straddled Kylar’s waist, his ass feeling Kylar’s excitement already jabbing at him. He rumbled softly, lowering himself further so his still clothed cunt dragged across his length. Ever since Gwen and Sydney had been promised to one another, Gwen had stopped wearing his chastity belt. Kylar let out a strangled moan, his hips wriggling and bucking in a desperate attempt to create more friction between them.

Gwen tutted at him as he tightened his grip on his wrists.

“Ah ah ah, you need to be patient.” Gwen scolded as he started a tortuously slow rhythm against his shaft. Kylar could feel Gwen’s clit through his underwear which only made him hungrier for his warmth.

“P-Please… Please, l-let me feel you. I’ve gone without you for so long.” Kylar pleaded with another roll of his hips.

“And do you think we should rush into this? Do you think I’m some kind of cheap slut?” Gwen grilled.

Kylar stumbled over his words and Gwen leaned in to nip at his chin.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Gwen murmured. He accented his words with a wiggle of his hips, feeling Kylar strain and throb under his cunt.

Gwen would pull back, resting his weight on his cock. Kylar moaned out again as he felt his mind go blank. Gwen’s hands slipped under his hoodie and slowly pulled it up and over his head.

Kylar’s body was thin and small, stunted from a young age due to his malnutrition. This meant that Kylar was always doomed to be smaller than the boy who currently had him pinned. Gwen wouldn’t complain however, it meant that it was easy to man handle the loner into doing anything he wanted.

Gwen’s hands would drag up his sides once Kylar was left topless. He could feel him shiver, he could feel his muscles twitch under his warm palms. His eyes would lock with Kylar’s, keeping his gaze as he leaned down to press their chests together.

His palms would cup his chest, thumbs circling his perked nipples. Kylar would keen, his eyes squeezing shut as his body tensed at the touch. Gwen smirked as he pressed further against him until their chests were touching, his face nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder.

Then a shuddering chuckle left Kylar’s lips.

“Y-Your feathers t-tickle.” Kylar muttered.

“Do they?” Gwen hummed idly as he pinched his nipples between his fingers, causing him to jolt. “Is it too much? Should I stop?” Gwen’s tweaking would stop abruptly.

“No!” Kylar gasped in desperation. “N-No no. Please- please don’t stop!” He pleaded.

It was always so lovely seeing Kylar so frantic.

Gwen would coo softly as he peppered his neck in kisses. His wiggles started up again, shifting from side to side. He could tell Kylar was trembling beneath him, trying to bite back his giggles each time his feathers shifted against his sensitive skin. Gwen smiled against his neck as he rolled his hips against his cock.

Then he slowly pulled a hand back to pull his underwear off. Kylar went into a frenzy the moment he felt his warm folds against his shaft.

Kylar’s hands clapped themselves down onto his hips as he pleaded breathlessly. It was a constant stream of begs and pleads, his voice weak, pathetic, and on the verge of tears. His cock rut uselessly against his cunt, nearly slipping in a few times in his desperation.

Gwen would ease back with a heavy sigh, eyes rolling as he figured he’d give him what he wanted before he took it.

Gwen was raised on his knees as he hovered over Kylar’s cock. He brought a hand back to finger his ass, using some of the fluids that had started to dampen his cunt to help lubricate his hole. He moaned as he fingered himself while watching Kylar, taking in his flustered expression.

He fingered and stretched himself out until he knew he could take Kylar’s length comfortably. Then he took it a little further, grasping Kylar’s cock and holding it in place as he eased down onto his tip. His hole would kiss his tip, circling it to use his pre-cum as further lubrication, before slowly sinking down onto his length.

It slipped in with little resistance and Kylar nearly screamed the moment he felt the warm tightness envelop him.

Words of thanks, proclamations of love, and promises of later breeding the boy all tumbled out one after another. With each thrust Kylar lost his composure, his words melting into incomprehensible gibberish as he raced towards his release.

Gwen would pant and moan, his fingers bunching the blankets besides Kylar’s head as he bounced on his cock, his ashy blond and brown curls following the rhythm of his hips. Kylar’s voice would also return the sounds of pleasure, the two of them now creating a symphony of lust and love.

How Kylar missed this.

Kylar’s arms shot out and wrapped tightly around Gwen, pulling him down into a tight hug and pulling a startled squawk out of him. Now pinned to the panting boy, Gwen could no longer lead the dance as Kylar had his own idea for their next steps. He brought his legs up to rest his heels on the bed and he began to piston into Gwen with the newfound leverage.

Gwen let out a keen, eyes squeezing shut as Kylar began a relentless rhythm. He pumped, his whole length sliding in and out of Gwen’s hole with each thrust. The closer he drew to his climax, the faster and shorter his thrusts became.

Gwen was a mewling mess. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the room, the sound of skin slapping together and the squelching of a well loved hole filled his ears. He couldn’t believe the heat of arousal that fogged his brain. He swore he was stronger than this. He swore the harpy that kept him in his warm nest was satiating and loving. He swore that he wasn’t usually this keen on letting the boy beneath him take him so thoroughly.

The concern would soon flit from his mind as the intense desire of reaching a climax with his lover filled his heart. He wanted nothing more than to bask in the afterglow with Kylar.

Kylar’s thrusts would lose rhythm, his jerks frantic and wild, until he fully hilt himself deep within Gwen. With a high pitched cry he came, deeply filling Gwen with his love. His seed seeped out from around his cock, a sign that this was days worth of build up.

Kylar couldn’t bring himself to touch himself while he worried about Gwen.

With a few more idle pumps to ensure he properly bred Gwen, despite it being the wrong hole, Kylar released him. He flopped back as he felt his body go limp. He felt so deliciously warm and fuzzy, his mind empty as he felt Gwen’s weight against his body.

Yet, Gwen had not cum.

Gwen slowly rolled off of Kylar to lie beside him, his lower half trembling from the abuse it had just suffered. His clit throbbed and his pussy glistened in the low light, his body longing for release yet Kylar had a shorter fuse than he. Despite the obvious solution, Gwen’s fingers did not reach for his folds.

He writhed against the musty sheets of the loner boy, whimpers leaving his lips. He tried desperately to pull himself together but there was something stopping him from pulling on his aloof facade, something instinctual.

Kylar would snap out of his afterglow as he realized Gwen had not yet came. He turned to face Gwen and hurriedly reached for his folds, nuzzling up to his side and softly soothing Gwen as his fingers found his clit.

“I-I’m sorry my love. I’m so sorry, I’d never forget about you.” Kylar whispered, kissing Gwen’s cheek as his fingers rubbed circles around Gwen’s throbbing clit.

Gwen would moan and sob, already having been so close before and not needing much else than his touch. His legs trembled and his feathers puffed up the closer he drew to his end.

Kylar’s fingers worked with a deftness. He worked the sensitive bundle of nerves thoroughly, fingers rubbing quickly against his throbbing clit. Gwen grew louder, noisier, breathier, his chest rising and falling with each new cry of pleasure.

“Y-You’re being so good for me. You must have missed me too, h-huh?” Kylar whispered into his ear.

Then his body tensed.

Kylar lunged forward, lips meeting Gwen’s. His kiss served to muffle Gwen’s cries of pure pleasure, his legs trembling with his release as fluids leaked from his shivering quim. One moment he was tense, the next he was melting against his lover.

The two would lay against one another and they shared the afterglow in pure blissful silence. Kylar cuddled up against his boyfriend, his face finding itself buried in the feathers on his chest as he drifted off. Gwen too would find himself napping after the orgasm.

The Sun dipped low along the horizon when Gwen finally roused. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, blearily looking out into the dimly lit room. He looked down at the slumbering Kylar who was currently drooling into his chest feathers.

The memories of their coupling came rushing back.

Gwen stifled a groan as his head flopped back against the pillows. He usually didn’t feel so… fulfilled when he had sex with Kylar. He loved teasing him, don’t get him wrong! Bullying the little speck was always a treat, and it was always delicious seeing the desperation clear as day on his face. Yet, in this scenario he was submissive, hungry to let the boy bring him to pleasure.

He loved that Kylar made him cum. He loved that he and Kylar had cum together. He loved Kylar so deeply, much more deeply than before these damned wings sprouted from his back.

Gwen drew a breath and decided he’d best be going now. After all, he didn’t want to sleep for too long in a place where two beasts roamed in the shadows, ready to take him apart.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kylar’s head and shifted him off of his chest. Kylar murmured in his sleep, his hands reaching blindly to keep Gwen at his side in his slumbering state, but his attempts were quickly thwarted by a slight of hand. He was then tucked in by his lover, a pillow taking the place of his soft feathery chest.

Gwen stood and redressed, hurrying out of the manor before Kylar would notice the change. He made his way back towards the Temple, the only place he felt most comfortable resting his head after Bailey had tried several times to whore him out while he slept.

He entered the church with little fan-fair and noted that things had begun to quiet down. Many monks, nuns, and initiates were beginning to retire towards their quarters. Jordan stood at the podium, thanking those for their dedication and faith and wishing them a peaceful slumber. Sydney also wasn’t milling about like he usually was during the day. He must have turned in for the night.

This certainly marked the end of the day.

Gwen drew a breath, content with his first day back within the town. Perhaps these wings wouldn’t be all that bad, though he had to get his new instincts under control.

The bird boy would slink into the shadows and down into the secret cloister where he could slip into the showers. His shower was hasty, the cleaning focused on the more problematic parts of his body like his crotch, ass, and pits. He wrung the feathers that had gotten damp free of water and toweled himself off until he was passably dry.

The trek back to his quarters was quiet and uneventful, the low burning candles lighting his way towards his room. When he entered however, he paused. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he felt a pull, another instinct that warred with his wants to sleep. He needed Sydney.

This was an instinct he was not going to fight against. Gwen would step back and out of his quarters, then continue further down the hall until he found where Sydney slept. He would slink in, the cover of night helping hide his slender frame. None of the slumbering initiates were any the wiser to the intruder.

His eyes would scan the sleeping faces of the various monks within the room until his landed on Sydney’s, his glasses perched atop his night stand. He smiled down at him, the feathers along his neck and chest fluffing up in pure bliss as he beheld his beloved’s visage.

The blankets would rustle and shift as Gwen slid in beside Sydney. Sydney would rouse, eyes blearily looking at Gwen and murmuring his name, lacking any sort of fear or concern. Instead he crooned and turned to face him, tossing an arm across Gwen’s chest. Sydney’s face would find his chest fluff once more, nestling down with a pleased grumble before falling right back into a deep sleep.

Gwen let out one final coo of the day, and he too snuggled down for a well needed slumber.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The weeks after Gwen had returned were rather uneventful. Once the shock and surprise of his wings wore off things felt like they’d settled into a new normal. His new changes brought forth all sorts of advantageous perks, like being able to sing to his partners or screech away perverts. He even managed to find time to return to his harpy husband to finally finish his flying lessons.

Though, one of the changes that his body had undergone would take much longer to discover. It seemed like today Gwen would find out just what that change was.

Gwen sauntered into the library with a smug smirk upon his face as he sought out Sydney. Sydney would look up from his book and their eyes would meet almost immediately. Gwen approached without another moment to waste. As he stepped closer he’d suddenly stop and almost double over, a hand clutching his lower stomach as he grunted and groaned.

Sydney stood suddenly, nearly knocking his chair over as he rounded the front desk towards his ailing partner. Gwen held a hand out in an attempt to soothe Sydney and silently insist he didn’t need his aid. Sydney ignored his gestures and instead took his hand in his, his other hand pressing against his lower back.

“Is everything alright?” Sydney’s hushed voice trembled with concern.

“Y-Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” Gwen wheezed, “it’s just a cramp.”

“Period cramps?” Sydney pulled Gwen closer to his person. He started to help him over towards the desk.

“No, I think it’s something different. This pain’s been on and off since the start of the month”. Gwen would idly rub his stomach. “And I swear I feel like there’s something in me”.

Sydney went to touch but paused. “May I?”

“…Sure, just be gentle.” Gwen grumbled. He wasn’t too happy with the idea of being felt up when he was feeling a throbbing ache throughout his body.

Sydney would lead Gwen behind the counter and towards the small shop that housed spare clothes for students, granting them some privacy. Gwen seated himself upon some boxes of school shirts and pulled his cardigan up enough to reveal his stomach. Sydney’s hands would press to his stomach and explore the slightly bulging flesh.

Sydney’s fingers would press against a rather large and firm bump along his lower stomach, causing Gwen to jump and hiss. He quickly pulled his hand away at the first sign of pain and he reached for his hand.

“I must be honest Gwen, I certainly feel something firm here. Maybe we should go to the hospital to get you looked at. It might be safer that way,” Sydney almost pleaded with Gwen.

Gwen grimaced at the idea, his nose wrinkling at the prospect of dealing with doctor Harper. She always made him feel very uncomfortable, what with the fact that sometimes he’d leave there with little recollection of what had happened. His shoulders shrugged in discomfort.

“I think we should ask for a second opinion. Sirris is a science teacher and he knows all about biology. I can ask him to take a look after class.” He waved Sydney away as he pulled his shirt back over his stomach.

“My father? I don’t know Gwen, he’s only a teacher. I really do think a doctor would be better equipped to help you,” Sydney reached out to take both of Gwen’s hands in his, his brows furrowed in concern. Gwen sucked his teeth and turned his head away.

“I’ll go after school,” He grumbled. It was always difficult to say no to Sydney, especially when he looked on the verge of tears.

Gwen slid off the boxes and practically hurried out of the back rooms. Sydney watched his retreating form with a gnawing of his lower lip. Despite his cool facade and even voice it was difficult for Gwen to hide the sheer anxiety that this situation was spawning.

Gwen knew he was fine. He just had to be, right?

There was no reason for Gwen to dawdle in the halls, he had no interest in mingling with the throng that milled about. Instead he quickly made his way to science class and sat in his seat, his gaze fixed to window beside him. Over the next half-hour students would come trickling in and filling up the seats beside him. They chattered and filled the air with their mundane conversations, yet Gwen’s mind was racing with the anxieties from earlier.

Sirris entered the room just in time for class. The students all fell silent as they excitedly awaited their lecture for the day. Science was certainly the more interesting class of the day; it wasn’t every day you got to watch amateur sex tapes and see your fellow student be stripped nude and exposed to you. The students all whispered and murmured, wondering just what today’s lesson would bring. Gwen would shift uncomfortably in his seat as he waited for this class to be over.

Over the next hour Sirris would conduct his lesson. It was mostly uneventful, spare the poor soul who had been asked to volunteer to expose their reproductive organs to the class. Everyone seemed satisfied and aroused, leaving the class with a renewed bout of energy and a bounce in their steps.

Gwen stayed behind. Once the classroom was empty spare him and Sirris he stood and walked towards his desk.

“Sirris, I need to ask you for a favor.” Gwen said with downcast eyes.

“Gwen! Of course, anything for the boy who made my little Syd happy, what can I do for you” Sirris inquired as he held a hand over a rather raunchy book he’d intended to read. Sirris truly did look like an older Sydney. It made things just that little bit easier.

“Lately my stomach’s been hurting. Sydney had a feel and recommended I go to the doctor. The doctors scare me, so I figured I’d ask you before I went just in case you might have an answer”.

Sirrus’ eyes would glance over to the wings tucked tightly against his back then back to Gwen’s face.

“Are you certain the pain’s not caused by something else? Perhaps you ate something that didn’t settle with you, or maybe you’re dehydrated”.

“It’s not that kind of pain, it’s more… It’s lower.” Gwen would motion towards his lower stomach. “It’s like a weight. Occasionally when I stretch the pain twinges lower still.” He motioned towards his crotch.

Sirris’ eyes seemed to light up. A medical mystery was on his hands, one that he had a rather curious hunch about. He stood from his desk and approached the bench that he taught from and began to clear it out. Papers, diagrams, and notes were stacked neatly and set to the side, and Sirris gestured towards it.

“Come, lay down. I’ll have a look and see if there’s anything I can do to help.” His voice was even and his smile warm.

Gwen’s eyes would meet his. After a beat Gwen would find himself laying down on the table, his legs hanging off the edge. Gwen lifted his shirt to expose his stomach after Sirris asked and he felt Sirris’ curious fingers press into his tender skin.

The digits would drag and press in, testing the elasticity of his skin, as if he was searching for something in particular. His fingers searched along the sides of his stomach before pressing more firmly around his pubic region. Gwen hissed the moment he pressed in and felt a rather firm mass within the layers of skin and fat and organs.

Sirris pulled back with a small smile upon his lips. He adjusted his glasses and laid his palm flat along his stomach. Here he could really feel the subtle bulging of his lower tummy.

“I hope you’re not crossed when I say this, but I’m beginning to think those wings are real.”

Gwen’s head would tip up from the desk, leveling an absent look at Sirris.

“Did they bring any kind of change? Any new thoughts, behaviors?” Gwen nervously worried at his lower lip.

“It’s important I know, so we can rule out any possibilities.” Sirris said sternly. Gwen sighed.

“I guess lately I’ve been feeling… It’s hard to describe. I love Sydney so dearly, so much so that the idea of laying with any other man makes me sick. Every time we lay together I find myself nestling up and leading his face to my chest to keep him warm. S-Sometimes I coo.” Gwen grunted that last bit out and pinched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he admitted that.

Sirris chuckled under his breath and withdrew his hand to step away towards his desk. He rummaged through one of the drawers and produced a speculum, a bottle of alcohol, and a clean rag. Soon Gwen would see him standing between his legs, sanitizing the metal instrument.

“I think I have an idea as to what’s causing your pain. Could you remove your trousers for me?”

Gwen jerked up some and glowered at Sirris. He sneered, upset at the idea of baring himself to the man. Then he swallowed his feelings and fell back, his hands reaching to unbutton his black pants. Soon his pants and underwear were discarded onto the floor and his legs parted as wide as they could comfortably go.

Sirris would partly spread Gwen’s folds with his thumb, then he inserted the speculum into Gwen’s pussy. Slowly he parted Gwen’s walls until he could see straight down to his cervix. He would then crouch to get a proper look.

“Well, I found the answer to your random bouts of pain.” Sirris said with an air of smugness. He poked his head up to look up at Gwen. “It seems you have eggs.”

“Eggs?” Gwen parroted. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he stared at the ceiling. “M-More than one?”

“Three from what I could feel, but unless we perform an ultrasound there’s no way to truly tell until after you’ve laid them all.”

“Laid them all?”

“Yes, Gwen,” Sirris chuckled, “laid them all”. He stood, slowly pulling the speculum out of Gwen’s folds.

“B-But,” Gwen let out a soft gasp as his walls were allowed to relax, “but I didn’t have sex with anyone like that. Why on Earth do I have eggs?”

“Well, let’s think. It seems that these changes of yours follow a blueprint of that of a chicken. Chickens, like all birds, lay eggs regardless of whether or not they’re fertilized. It’s rather fascinating that your body produces eggs similarly!”

Sirris was about to go through a special lecture just for Gwen, but he gave pause when he saw the pure horror on his face. It seemed Gwen didn’t quite care for being compared to a chicken. Sirris swallowed his words and gently rubbed Gwen’s hip.

“S-Sorry. Perhaps we should focus on getting those eggs out. Since this is your first time laying eggs your cervix must be too tight to allow for an easy passage.” Sirris was practically giddy, loving that he had the opportunity to indulge in some speculative biology. “Pulling or squeezing them out is also not an option as that may hurt you. Maybe you need some stimulation”.

Gwen had been spacing out, barely paying attention to the words that left Sirris’s mouth. This whole situation felt like pure insanity, as if he’d stepped into some lewd fantasy book. Would he be laying eggs for the rest of his life? Would laying eggs hurt? Did the Great Hawk really turn him into an over glorified chicken?

Suddenly his mind went blank. A searing white hot flash of light overtook his vision as a moan was ripped from his lips. Sirris had ran his fingers down along the ridge of his stomach to his navel, where he’d slipped a digit in and pressed firmly down against the divot. A strange sensation seemed to resonate within Gwen’s cunt as a result. Gwen’s head cocked up to blearily look up at Sirris.

“We need to coax the eggs out of your system. I believe the best way is to help your body produce it’s natural lubricant. Bear with me Gwen, I know this may be a little unbecoming”.

Unbecoming? This was downright humiliating! Sure, Gwen had fantasized about taking both Sirris and Sydney in both of his holes, but under his terms! Not when he was full of eggs after becoming some strange amalgamation of human and bird! This wasn’t how he wanted any of this to turn out, but that would be the least of his worries.

Sirris would apply more pressure and curl his finger to press further into his navel. Gwen let out a shrill moan, his hand darting out to grab Sirris’ wrist to stop him from his probing.

“S-Stop, that feels weird,” he pleaded, his voice warbling as he struggled with the growing heat between his legs. Sirris chuckled at his begs, his laugh felt almost dismissive of the boy’s plight.

“It does, doesn’t it! The navel has thousands of nerve endings, nerve endings that can get a little confused when stimulus is introduced. The thoracic nerve that feeds into this bundle can send signals further down in more intimate areas when pressed.”

Sirris would then demonstrate.

With a crooking of his finger he began to swirl it within his navel, pulling more keens as he pressed in. Gwen’s legs would raise off the table as his nerves felt so overwhelmed. The tingling in his crotch, the twinges in his clit, it all felt too much. More begs and pleads for Sirris to stop tumbled out of his mouth yet he only put up a token of an effort to stop him.

“Isn’t the human body so interesting?” The older mirror of Sydney would simper. Once he felt that his work was satisfactory he stopped, pulling his hand back and lower so he could part Gwen’s folds with his thumb. He surveyed Gwen’s growing arousal, his cunt damp and quivering from the aftershocks of the assault on his navel. A low appreciative hum left his lips.

Sirris’ free hand would press into his lower stomach, feeling him up again to check on their progress. With a quiet tut, his thumb would then slide up against his clit where he rubbed firm circles into the bud. Gwen let out a shriek, his legs tensed at the sudden yet pleasurable touch.

“I’m afraid arousal alone will not help you lay these eggs. You need something akin to contractions, spasms that will allow you to push these eggs out without straining yourself.” Sirris always spoke with such conviction. Conviction with an air of curiosity. This was his first time aiding a boy in laying eggs, so he was applying what he knew of animal biology to the human form.

Yet, despite the skillfulness of Sirris’ work Gwen still fidgeted and squirmed.

It was as if he just couldn’t sit still and allow this to happen. To anyone in a similar position they’d simply lay and take it, relishing in the opportunity to be pleasured by someone who knew the human body in all it’s deranged and erogenous glory. But for Gwen a thick cloud of shame hung over his head that prevented him from enjoying this unburdened.

The end goal of this coupling would be for him to lay his eggs and frankly that was humiliating! No amount of debauchery would push that fact out of his mind. A boy like him should be spread out and pleasured like this for the sake of it, not coaxed to lay eggs like some foul beast!

Whimpers and moans left his lips as he tossed an arm over his face. Gwen couldn’t even bear to look Sirris in the eyes while he worked.

Sirris continued to rub circles against his clit, watching with rapt attention as his body reacted with each new wave of pleasure. He’d slide a finger into Gwen’s wet folds then another when he felt the extent of his arousal. His fingers curled and pressed against his walls, stretching him every which way much to the dismay of the boy who felt himself damn near overstimulated.

Sirris had brought his free hand up higher along his slender frame, eyes settling on his chest. He was going to try to pull all the stops to try and coax Gwen into an orgasm. When his fingers grazed over his exposed pert nipples he noticed Gwen tense once more. In an instant he pinched one of the sensitive buds between his fingers.

Gwen withdrew his arm from his face to stare doe-eyed and breathless up at Sirris, his walls spasming around his fingers. Sirris leveled a familiar look at Gwen, a look of a learned sex shop owner who knew he’d hit his mark.

“I’m sure that felt wonderful,” Sirris rumbled to himself, “you’re doing so well.”

Sirris propped his knee up onto the table beside Gwen’s hips, now using the new angle and leverage to piston his fingers deep within Gwen’s cunt. More and more heated moans filled the air of the vacant classroom as Gwen felt himself growing closer and closer to climax. His vision would blur, eyes unfocused while the shame of the situation began to melt away.

Sirris continued his sensual touches, his nose grazing his skin as he moved his head towards his chest. His lips swiftly wrapped around Gwen’s other neglected nipple, his tongue circling the perked nipple until the tip was firm and hard between his lips. The touch brought out much louder, breathier moans from the young student. Gwen was getting so close.

Gwen’s head would loll back, his sweet music filling the room with each thrust, pinch, nip and lick. He was even starting to attract an audience that milled about just outside the door, curious about the going-on in the science teacher’s classroom. Sirris could see the various shadows that darkened his door’s window and he clapped his hand over Gwen’s mouth, effectively gagging the boy in the throes of pleasure.

“Shhh Gwen, you’re making too much noise, you’re going to get us caught!” Despite his words Sirris did not seem upset, if anything he seemed amused. His fingers would pick up the pace to tease Gwen further. How was he meant to stay quiet if he was being pleasured so wonderfully?!

The sounds of their lewd actions resonated within the classroom and mingled with Gwen’s muffled moans. His fingers gripped around the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white. He was so close, so close!

And suddenly, he tensed. Gwen let out a guttural moan, muffled by Sirris’ hand, as his limbs tensed and pussy trembled with his release. His warm fluids dampened the science teacher’s fingers and table, some of it even dripped off the edge. Gwen looked absolutely blasted, dazed by his own release as his body finally relaxed.

Sirris lowered himself off of the table as he pulled his fingers out of his pussy, causing Gwen to twitch and gasp. With his damp hand he felt his lower stomach and let out a breath of satisfaction. It had worked!

When Gwen came the muscles in his lower half had contracted enough for the egg to pass through the tight ring of his cervix with little pain. Now Sirris could feel the true size of the egg and his lips twitched downward. The egg was just a touch too large, large enough for it to be wedged within Gwen’s tight walls, so it was far too dangerous to simply reach in and pull it out.

Sirris nervously licked his lips. He knew what had to be done.

“I’m so sorry my little Gwen, don’t be cross with me.” Sirris pleaded.

Gwen rolled his head back to look up at Sirris, his vision hazy as he basked in his afterglow. He didn’t even have the time to process his words.

Sirris stepped to the side of Gwen and pressed his hand back down over Gwen’s mouth, pinning his head back against the table while his other hand began to quickly rub back and forth along his overly sensitive clit.

Gwen let out a muffled scream, his back arching and his hands scrabbling at Sirris’ to try and free himself from the pleasurable torment. He attempted to claw at the hand that gagged him with little success, and Sirris’ arm would pin down one of his legs the moment he attempted to press them together. There was pure desperation in his movements, all the while Sirris’ fingers rapidly rubbed back and forth against his throbbing clit.

Gwen screamed and moaned and cried out, tears welling up in his eyes as he was thoroughly over stimulated. A few feathers were shed from his wings from the stress and a shoe thudded against the floor when his heel caught the edge of the table during his frantic flailing. He was forced back onto the road of pleasure whether he wanted it or not.

With another cry Gwen came, though this time it was much messier as he had squirted onto the tiled floor below. His legs trembled and his body spasmed once more, only this time the familiar white of the common egg parted his pussy. Sirris reached out and caught the egg before it could fall and crack itself wide open.

The egg itself was nothing more than a larger chicken egg with black flecks in it’s shell. Though it was a marvel this came out of a human boy. Sirris held it up appreciatively and turned it in his hand, admiring the way Gwen’s fluids glistened when the fluorescent lights caught upon the egg. He then turned to show Gwen, but it was obvious that Gwen was barely coherent enough to even appreciate his achievement.

His first ever egg.

“Well, that was absolutely fascinating! You did amazingly Gwen!” Sirris beamed.

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