I pulled all my shields in place before making my approach and landed on a branch not far way, only I no longer looked like myself with my bright red plumage and black telltale streak around my lighter shade of red beak. This bullshit! She’s already started, just to save her and myself I have to pretend to be a damn cardinal.
I used the little feet that were no bigger than my pinky to move closer on the branch so that I ended up over her looking down. The animals got a little restless once they felt me there, something she couldn’t because of my shield.
I guess the feminist might not look too kindly on that part of the deal. I can always find her, but she can’t always find me. I think that shit was added for self preservation of the male of the species. Every once in a while a man needs a break…
I stopped my wandering mind and concentrated on her and what she was saying to the animals. It sounded like she was telling them a story…about me. My head turned and the look I gave her would’ve sent her running had she seen it.
“He’s a beast, a fiend…” The hell is her problem? The asshole animals twittered and nodded in agreement like they knew me. I squinted down at them in distaste. She folded her arms and harrumphed like I’d done some shit to her. I just got here.
“And do you know what he did?” She leaned in close and told them some bullshit lie about how I’d accosted her the night before, not that she’d vamped it up to sucker me in. A red fox jumped onto her lap and she laughed and petted him.
‘Get the fuck off!’ I knocked him off her lap and he went scurrying into the bushes while she called out after him. ‘You go back there I’ll skin you and wear you around my collar.’ He wasn’t happy but there wasn’t shit he could do so he trotted off elsewhere.
But just before I could become too pleased with myself she changed shit up again. “But he didn’t seem so bad in my dreams.” Her voice had changed just then and my head perked up and around again. Is she morphing between fairy and nymph? What the hell is that about?
The sing-song sweetness of her voice felt like I was the one she was petting and my eyes began to close as I became lulled by her voice as she asked the animals what she should do. Apparently I was going to change her whole life and yadda-yadda-yadda.
A strong early morning breeze blew through the trees and then it hit me, her scent, and I knew just why she was out of sorts. Have you ever seen a bird smirk? She’s in heat, her body secreting the necessary fluids for me to take her. I too started morphing in between shapes and was barely able to hold on to my form.
She stretched and rested her hands behind her, bringing her tits into focus beneath another one of those light ass gowns she’s so fond of wearing. I remembered the look of them the feel of them pressed into my chest and my body tightened. If I didn’t know better I’d swear she knew I was here.
My eyes were glued to her every move. The way she lifted her arms up over her head and smiled. The way she arched her back even deeper this time. And then she lifted one leg and placed it on the tree where she sat, causing her gown to ride up high.
I warned the animals to look away unless they wanted today to be their last. My eyes followed the movements of her hand as she ran it up and down her leg before jumping to her feet with a sudden move. What the hell is she up to now? She lifted the gown over her head with a tinkling laugh and bounded towards the water leaving me speechless.
She dove into the water and played around just as I’d seen her do the day before. Has it only been twenty-four hours? It feels like I’ve lived a lifetime already. I’m not sure how long she stayed in the water but she seemed happy which made the real me ecstatic.
I watched until she grew tired of her morning play and started to leave the water. Her body was wet and lithe as she glided out of the water looking sexy as hell. My cloaca wasn’t big enough to handle this shit. No room for my cock to grow to its entirety.
She wasn’t acting like a fairy now, that was pure nymph in her walk, glide whatever the fuck it is she was doing. Even the way she trailed her fingertips along the water was sensual. Once again that soft morning breeze made its way through the trees to her and her scent…fuck me!