This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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A Bird of a Particular Feather
The ox-pecker hopped about the floor of her cage, picking up stray bits of seed that she had dropped, although it was nearly feeding time again and she never had to worry about anything like that, like not getting food. Tik-Tok was a good bird and she had plenty in her life to feel good about. Like the fact that the cage door was open again, allowing her free roam of much of the house, although her owner, a buffalo with kind, warm eyes, made sure that she did not leave the house itself.
No! Tik-Tok chirped and fluttered her brown-feathered wings, dark beak cocked as she surveyed her little domain. She wouldn't have wanted to leave anyway, not if he wasn't there, for she loved her owner very much indeed and he was the best thing in her little world. There was a big world, a scary world, out there and it wasn't one that she wanted to experience without the buffalo at her side.
Yet if she could... The bird clung to the side of her cage, claws curling around the bars for grip, dangling there casually. It wasn't as if her body weighed much, after all. But if she could go out with the buffalo at her side, wouldn't that be something indeed? That would open up a whole new world for her - a world that she was still keen to explore! But that wasn't something that one bird could do, not even an ox-pecker like her.
Or was there? Her eyes glittered darkly as she hopped about, eyeing up the door of the cage speculatively. Was there something she could do? Something she could do out there?
And then, the feather drifted into her cage, the fluffy edges carrying it as if it truly held no weight of its own at all. It was not one of hers or that of any other bird that she had had visit her and neither was it one of the feathers off the birds she'd seen looking for food outside the window, the pane of glass separating her from the outside world.
Yet that world was about to open up to her as she curiously brushed the feather with just the very tip of her beak, a wave of warmth swinging over her as if she had just been doused in a shaft of sunlight. Tik-Tok squawked and flapped her wings, darting out of the cage even though it was a well-known safe space for her, fluttering away just in time for the changes to begin. It was just as well that she'd chosen to leave the cage rather than stay inside as her body grew rapidly, feathers flying off in all directions.
The ox-pecker squalled and hopped about, wide-eyed and flapping as her wings pulled back, spine drawing into a shape, well... She could not have said what the shape was but it was one that she would swiftly recognise in the hallway mirror. Tik-Tok didn't have to worry about her tail feathers disappearing even as her legs grew out, lengthier and slenderer still, her torso sucking into something...oh...
The bird chirped and flapped, although those wings were now becoming arms, feathers retreating to smoothly coat them as flight was taken from her. But that didn't matter as she was shifted into the very clear form of an anthro, the shape of breasts even coming into definition on her chest, although the nipples were hidden by a thick fluff of feathers that seemed to be for protection. Gaping, she opened and closed her beak several times, although not much changed about her head besides the size, her neck separated from her chest so that she looked far less like a bird and more like the ones that had cooed and flitted over her in the cage when Fulminar had brought friends around.
Her tail feathers plumped out thick and full and she gasped loudly, bringing the shape of new 'hands' to her chest, eyes wide and staring. But there was something different in her throat too and the avian could finally speak the words that she'd wanted to for so very long, no more squawks and shrieks to burst from her beak without due cause.
"F-Fulminar!" She cried, shaking and shivering off loose feathers. "Fulminar! Where are you?"
He came running, even though it was not her usual call that roused him, the shower upstairs shutting off with a clunk as a very wet and frazzled Cape buffalo stormed down the stairs, taking them two at a time in his haste. He blundered full-tilt into the living room and skidded to a stop, scraping up the carpet beneath his cloven hooves, hocks still dripping and soaked through to his skin, the light fluff of coarse hair atop his head and down the back of his neck flattened in his state of wetness. The only clothing he wore was a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, threatening to slip at any moment.
Opening and closing his mouth, the buffalo tipped forward towards her, his hooves seemingly rooted in place, although no words came out. Giggling, she settled more comfortably back onto her avian heels, the transformation complete as she flung herself at his arms. But it was only when her feathers connected with his rough skin and coat that he broke his silence, shakily holding her at arm's length just to take all of her in at once.
"Tik-Tok! What's happened to you? What the..." He couldn't get his tongue around the words. "You're..."
