Find mate. Get seed. Make chicks. Find mate. Get seed. Make chicks.
The thoughts echoed. My new body ached for it, craved to be fucked, to be bred. I needed it like I needed air, maybe more. I could hold my breath, but I couldn’t hold this back. And the insidious, intruding ideas meant I didn’t want to, not really. My body wanted me to mate. I wanted me to mate. Time to get to work. I needed a man, girly-boy, or anyone with a functioning dick. I wasn’t feeling picky. And if he was home, I might have the perfect candidate close by.
I thought about putting on a robe but- breed, breed, breed- that would only get in the way. So, naked as the day I was born (transformed?), I sashayed with a confidence I barely understood to my neighbors back door and knocked loudly.
“This had better be goo- whoa… What the fu-? Hey! You’re… one of those people from the news! What are you doing? You can’t just come in here!”
Ohh! He's pretty... Heart pounding hard enough it made my vision waver, my still unused pussy pulsed in sympathy, crying out to be fondled, to be filled with every swollen, bloated beat. The heat and wetness between my legs made me writhe and squirm in place, scissoring my thighs, subconsciously wafting my heavy pheromone-laced scent all around. The mountain of a man in front of me began to sniff the air, nearly as animal in his action as I was in form.
“What is that? You…I can smell you….” he took a step forward. I didn’t back away. “Why are you here?” he asked. No, he demanded. “You should…you should go…”
“Why's that?” I teased, egging him on. The thought of this man fighting his instincts, of losing control to them was driving me crazy. I didn’t know a body could be this turned on. The need was bordering on painful, but it was just so much damn fun to tease him. The control was even more of an enticement. How much further could I push him? “What,” I asked as I blatantly reached between my legs, gathering a healthy portion of my collected juices, “are you going to do about it?” I finished by swiping my wet feathered hand across his mouth and nose, marking him like the animal I was becoming, filling his senses with my essence.
Momentarily dazed, my prey blinked in confusion while his nostrils flared, his lungs working like bellows drawing in air. His face turned red, eyes narrowing as he scowled at me. I just grinned back, slowly tweaking a nipple as I smirked, watching his tongue dart out to taste the air, to taste me. He growled… and lunged! He was mine!