>be me.
>collage anon.
>its not great, but it could be much, much worse.
>my campus is right near an area that was hit hard by the convergence, so we have a lot of..."others" here.
>some of them are ok..but a lot of them creep me out.
>not racist or anything...but lets just say i wouldn't want to live next to any greenskin's.
>most of them are fine though, i get along with the ones that live by me fine.
>i signed up for a "cultural exchange" program earlier in the month though, as i cant pay the rent to my apartment alone.
>the program said that they would help pay for it, in exchange for having a fantasia resident as a roommate. 
>cant tell if this was supposed to be a bad thing or not.
>basically i would function as a house and roommate for someone from the other side, and show them how to live on this side.
>i just really hope i don't get some smelly orc or goblin.


>next day get on my PC an look over the exchange program's website.
>apparently a bunch of races are excluded due to danger posed or risk of injury to their human counterpart.
>looking over the list its huge.
>certain ones are out due to living space needed, size, etc.
>the ones that are excepted into the exchange are mostly "human" sized or smaller.
>harpy's, halfling's, elves, dwarfs...
>well there go's the worry of losing a limb during their stay with me.
>at least i hope so...
>all i expect is that they take out their trash and wash the dishes when its their turn.
that's not too much right ? right ?....


>today's the day.
>got the call this morning, a service councilor would bring my new roommate over today, along with their stuff.
>a bit nervous, as i don't want to be a bad example of how people live here.
>i even wore a nice shirt for this day.
>cleaned up the house, made sure there's not trash or anything.
>have to make it look nice for the rep.
>hear a knock on the door.
>that must be them.
>look through the peephole.
>its some middle age lady, looks like a librarian.
>lets hope i don't make this cringy.
>open the door.
>"are you anon ?". 
>"u-uh, yes.."
fuck.
>"good, i'm mrs sanders, and i have your paperwork right here.
>she gets the papers from her bag and hands them to me.
>look over for a second, making sure there's nothing i missed.
>"so who's my new roomie ?".
>shit, that might have sounded too excited.
"well, she's still in the car. she's a bit shy..".
>wait.
>what ?
>"uh..she ?, isn't that kind of..you know..".
>"awkward ? not at all". she cut me off.
>i wasn't expecting taking care of some girl.
>"also" she added, "relationships are not exactly discouraged, so don't be scared of getting closer.." she wispered.
>excuse me.
>WHAAAT ?
>"u-uh mr's sanders, i think you have the wrong guy...i-i'm not like that a-at all.."
>"oh its fine, i'll go get her now".
>great.
>go over the last bit a paperwork to distract myself.
>wait.
>the form says harpy.
>fuck me.
>i've heard horrible shit about harpy's from friends.
>nasty little flying gluttons.
>will eat you out of the months budget.
>crude and loud, don't care what they say, bringing them along with you in public is a nightmare.
>not to mention extremely rapey
>not good.
>maybe i can fudge an excuse.
>but what about the rent..?
>"say hi to your new roommate anon !" 
>i look up and see mr's sanders standing in front of me.
>there's no one else there.
>"uh, where are they ?" i ask.
>i see an arm poke out from behind her.
>she was hiding ?
>"she's just a bit shy anon, give her some time to get cozy here".
>sanders move away in a quick motion, revealing the person behind her. 
>wow.
>it is a harpy, but...different.
>she has the wings, but...they seems smaller than they should.
>i cant tell how big they really are, because they are half covered by a thick black sweater.
>her wings poke out of arm slits in the arms of the sweater.
>she also seems to have slight amounts of scales, both on her face around the edges, and down her neck.
>and she is covered in deep, black feathers, that shine a bit green and blue in the light.
>the tail is the second thing i notice, as "true" harpy's don't have tails this long.
>its stiff and slender,a also covered in feathers, with the tip's feathers being wider.
>said tail pokes out of the back of thick black pants, which look very awkward to wear.
>harpy's have bird feet, and the pants don't look like they fit very well.
>all bulged and fit strange.
>"ahmmm !" mr's sanders chough's, breaking up the staring.
>"anon, this is charlie, she is going to be your cultural exchange roommate as part of this program" she said smiling.
>"hi charlie, its nice to meet you" i said, extending a hand.
>don't want to look like a social autist.
>charlie just looks at my hand, like she doesn't know what to do.
>she moves some of her short, black hair out of the way, as it had been drooped over her face.
>the first thing that greets me is deep green eyes, with slit pupils, almost like a reptile.
>"...a-ah.....hi....."
>she puts out her..arm ? to mine, and just grips my hand on a death hold.
>no shaking at all, she must not know what that is.
>i do notice that her hands aren't really "hands" like regular harpy's have, but are more like the wrist on a bird folded back.
>that, and she only has three fingers on each "hand".
>they feel really soft though.
"well with introductions out of the way i'll go get her stuff and she can get moved right in !" says mrs sanders.
>charlie quickly pulls her arms back, probably from embarrassment.
>she doesn't really look anywhere, just her feet. almost like she's scared of eye contact.
>maybe she's from a really bad place on the other side.
>sanders comes back with a small suitcase.
>"well, here are your things charlie, make sure to be polite and to not cause any trouble for anon, ok ?".
>"....y-yes..m-mam....".
>"good then, we'll stop by every few weeks to make sure nothings wrong, take good care of her anon !" sanders said getting in the car.
>"i will, don't worry about it" i say back.
>turn back to charlie, who's redder than an apple.
>"well uh..i'll help you get settled in" i say, smiling at her.
>she's still looking at me with that blank stare.
>"you first ?" i say, motioning towards the open door.
>she scurries in like a big rat, before plopping down on the couch.
>"so um, do want anything ? a drink ? hungry at all ?".
>this might be harder than i thought.
>"....d-do..you h-have a room....?" she said quietly
>"a room for you ? ya, its right over here. i can show you if you want ?"
>".....s-sure.....".
>i lead her down the hallway to the second bedroom, i already moved a second bed in beforehand.
>wasn't going to make her sleep on the sofa.
>i'm not that cold.
>"well, here you go". 
>its a small room, but i made sure it at least had some basic stuff like a desk and dresser.
>the funds from the program will definitely help with making back the cost.
>"......t-thank....you.....".
>i can tell she's not the best at talking to people.
>"well i'll let you settle in and get your stuff together, if you need anything, just ask" i tell her.
>she nods, and then shuts the door to her room.
>figure i'll give her some space, let her get comfy here. 
>the rest of the day wasn't that eventful.
>she never even left her room.
i did mostly the same stuff.
>mostly studying and watching youtube.
>but its hard to think right now.
>my head keeps drifting back to her.
>its hard to ignore how strange she is compared to a human.
>that tail, the wings, the deep, green eyes...
>fuck.
>no thoughts like that.
>although i don't like thinking about it, she is pretty cute.
>but i have to control myself, i don't want to make her feel weird here.
>who knows where she came from before coming here.



>eventually, night comes, and i go to bed.
>still no response from charlie.
>she must already be asleep.
>or scared of talking.
>maybe she's just tired.
>maybe the next day will be better.
>a few hours of sleep go by.
>and dreams filled with wings and black feathers.
>>suddenly wake up in a flash, hear what sounds like a plate smashing on the floor.
>i'll be damned if some green nigger is going through my fridge.\
>grab the bat from under my bed, and slowly sneak out of my room.
>my place only has one floor, so its not like they could hide from me if they want.
>round the corner into the kitchen, making sure my flank is covered.
>see something crouched in the kitchen, hunched over what looks like icecream.
>excuse me ?
>that's my icecream.
>you nigger.
>"HEY !" i shout, turning on the lights to the room.
>what the fuck ?
>its charlie.
>face-deep in my vanilla.
>"ARGHHHHHHHH !" she screams.
i now notice that she's naked, and covered in feathers along her sides, legs, and arms.
>her neck feather that were covered by the sweater puff up, almost like she's trying to intimidate me.
>she's standing at full height now, putting her at about the same size as me. 
>i guess she's not scared of eye contact now.
>its like a switch flipped.
>"ARGH, ARGH !" she starts snapping, revealing a mouth of sharp teeth, or at least sharper than any human.
>she still gonna do this shit ?
>she's putting up her arms, unfolding her wings to make herself look bigger.
"charlie whats the matter ?!"
>"YOU CANT TAKE MY FOOD, I NEED IT !"
>the hell ?
>"charlie calm down, whats going on ?"
>"....i-i....i d-don't......i just needed some food......"
>there's her old self.
>she sits back down, no longer the creature she was before.
>clearly shy about being naked.
>get a blanket a put it around her.
>"why are you freaking out about the food ?" i ask her.
>there's got to be a reason for it.
>"its ok if you need time to get it out".
>she takes a deep breath, before actually looking at me.
>....i h-haven't eaten i-in s-six days...."
>"...n-never told a-anyone...."
>"why ? why didn't you tell anyone ?".
>".....w-where i'm from.....if you're a b-burden....you die..."
>".....i-i don't w-want to be a burden......"
>so that's what it is.
>"charlie, do you want me to make something ?"
>"sniff......s-sure...".
>that settles it then.
>throw a frozen pizza in the oven, not going back to bed at this point.
>charlie went back into her room, before coming back out in her usual thick, baggy clothes.
>"....y-you didn't see a-anything.....r-right ?....."
>"not a thing" i reply, smiling.
>that remark brings a little smile out of her.
>with the pizza done, i make sure to cut the slices in a way so that she has he bigger ones.
>a full stomach does wonders to her.
>finally getting over the stutter, must have been chills from not eating for so long.
>not acting AS shy, but still quiet and reserved.
>i learn from her that the type of harpy she is doesn't live with each other, but are solitary hunters.
>they don't expect burden, and dismiss it when it effects them.
>some will straight-up refuse help at all, because they are so used to being alone.
>and as such, makes them a rare sight in fantasia.
>"so charlie, why did you join the exchange if you're so antisocial ?"
>"....i needed to find a way out....and a way to get easy food...."
>she starts picking off all the pepperoni, and eating just that.
>kind of cute.
>".....i cant hunt forever.....but....you've been nice to me so far..."
>this brings a weak grin from her, along with a flash of her teeth.
>yikes.
>"thanks" i tell her.
>after a while i put the last slices back into the fridge, while charlie is out cold at the table, probably from a full stomach.
>cant just leave her like that.
>numb arms and all.
>fuck it.
>i'm picking you up.
>i lift her in a bridal carry style, although the stiff tail gets in the way a bit.
>her legs feel weird though, like something is being covered and flattened by her pants.
>bring her back to he room, which i hadn't gone into since she got here.
>she had pulled up all the sheets on the bed into a sort of nest.
>whatever, its too late to care.
>tuck her into the..."nest" gently.
>as i'm about to leave, i hear something very faint/
>".....thanks...anon..."
>.....
>fuck.
>i don't think i'm going to make it.
>help ?



>the weekend finally is here, no work, or school.
>finally all to myself.
>well....
>and my new roommate.
>charlie hasn't come out of her room in about 2 days.
>i guess the "incident" from before really messed with her.
>i know she's shy, but i don't want to invade her "space".
>me seeing her butt-ass naked on the first day probably didn't help at all.
>even i'm still embarrassed about it.
>but..at least the weekend will help me chill out.
>maybe some breakfast will help break the ice.
>oh.
>no food left.
>right.
>maybe this is a good time to show charlie how people here shop for food.
>i just hope she doesn't have a panic attack or anything.
>go up to her rooms door, don't really know how to ask.
>"h-hey charlie...you in there ?"
>maybe she's asleep.
>debating weather i should just walk in, or wait.
>on one hand, i'm not her dad or boyfriend, just her roommate. i dont have to take care of her, she just lives here.
>on the other hand, she's probably not going to leave her room ever if i dont, let alone get her own food.
>dammit.
>agghhh.
>this shouldn't be so hard.
>why is this so damn hard.
>"....hmmmmm....."
>huh ?
>maybe she is up already.
>fuck it.
>i didn't sign up for cultural exchange to stay a shut-in.
>"hey ah, charlie ? i'm going to come in now, just so you know..ok ?".
>no response.
>i know she gets weirder when she's hungry, maybe that's why she's not talking.
>i open the door very slowly.
>no light of course, i know she prefers it like this.
>night hunters and all.
>room is still untouched, save for the bed, which has been turned into a nest.
>consider flipping on the lights, but i don't want her to freak out.
>hear a soft breathing in the corner.
"charlie...you here ?".
>flick on the lights, but turn them on low, so she doesn't wake up.
>fuck.
>quiet myself when i see it. 
its charlie, spread out on the nest.
>naked.
>try to look away, but my mind keeps telling me to look.
>god...
>now i know why she was acting so feral.
>her entire body is covered in nasty scars, some even overlapping.
>some look more recent than others.
>she must have collected all of them growing up.
>while still feminine, her body is very bony and starved, with very little fat on it.
>god, she wasn't lying.
>this explains everything...
>no wonder she's seems skittish.
>i feel like such an idiot.
>even though she explained to me how her people are, i still didn't think it was that rough.
>slowly back out, turning off the lights before closing the door gently.
>go get the keys to the apartment, along with my bike. 
>when i get back, i'm going to show her how people here eat.



>looks like i have everything now.
>eggs, meat, bread, veggies...
>i'm going to make her something amazing.
>just as i get up to my door, i hear a loud beeping, along with squawking.
>oh shit.
>drop the food and rush inside.
>its charlie, and the microwave, both yelling at each other.
>loudly.
>"hey, whats going on ?!".
>this makes her jump, and try to run behind the table. 
>"..t-the box m-made noises, and it started s-screeching at me....".
>"that's a microwave charlie, it heats up food".
>"....you d-don't eat it cold....?".
>"no ?".
>"...o-oh....".
>excuse me ?.
>"uh, charlie ?".
>"...y-ya...?".
>"do you eat your food raw ?".
>she just stand there, not looking at me.
>"...yes.....". she squeaks out.
>just what i thought.
>no wonder she's so skinny.
>"ok well, i'm going to make something for you here, just wait a sec and i'll show you".
>"....ok.....".
>i got everything ready for it.
>the bread, the meat, the mayo.
>bacon, lettuce, cheese.
>i'm going to make her a bomb-ass sandwich.
>charlie is standing next to me, watching with autistic focus.
>as i'm getting the stuff out and toasting the bread, something catches my attention.
>"CLACK".
>"CLACK".
>"CLACK".
>its like something pointy hitting the tile floor.
>"charlie, are you making that noise ?".
>"...oh !, i u-um uh....ya..".
>she starts blushing at this point, trying to hide her face.
>"well, what is it ?".
>....it's my f-feet...".
>i look down at her talons.
>"...i-i just got excited w-watching you cook.....".
>sure enough, on each foot is a massive hooked talon, clicking on the floor.
>"....d-don't look...!".
>"why ?"
>"....people...they t-think it's weird...."
>"i don't".
>what am i saying ?
>"...y-you...don't...?"
>shit shit shit.
>"uh..no, i don't their weird. i actually think their pretty cool".
>nice save retard.
>"...-ohhh.....".
>i go back to making the sandwich, but the clacking starts again, faster this time.
>guess my answer had an effect on her.
>finally finish the sandwich, bring it over to her on the table.
>hopefully she likes it. 
>"ok so it has ham, pickles an-".
>before i can even finish she already tearing it apart like a rabid animal.
>what the hell ?
>those teeth are no joke.
>i guess nobody ever showed her how to eat, only to kill.
>she stops the "slaughter" of the sandwich for a few seconds to look up at me.
>"...w-whats wrong....?".
>oh uh nothing, hehe, is it good ?".
>"....i-its...amazing...i-i've never had anything like t-this...".
>"well good, there's more for tomorrow if you like".
>her tail shoots up and her neck feathers puff up.
>"....T-THERE'S MORE....?".
>"well ya, its all saved but i can pull more out to-".
>she cuts me off with a tight griped hug.
>i never noticed it, but she's pretty big.
>at about eye height with me.
>she's really soft too.
>not what i expected after...well, seeing how scarred and hardened she was.
>i feel something wet on my shoulder.
>is she..crying ?
>"sniff....t-thank...you anon...".
>i don't know what to do.
>put my arms around her, and pull her closer.
>charlie doesn't protest.
>her toe claw starts clacking again.
>"...h-hey...anon..?".
>"yes charlie ?".
>"....i'm g-glad...i-i got stuck....w-with you..".
>huh ?
>i guess she's right.
>"i'm glad too charlie".



>things have been going good so far.
>charlie's stutter is almost gone, as is her social aversion.
>mrs sander's came by earlier this week, to check on her.
>it was....awkward.
>i mean, i can take a joke.
>but a joke can only go so far, before it goes into the little thing i like to call the "sexual harassment zone".
>and mrs sander's violates this zone.
>it's clear to me, that she either is a widow, or has a cuck husband.
>she isn't getting any at home, or has too many cats to feed.
>so she lives through charlie, and other much younger women.
>not gonna lie, really fucking weird.
>but charlie is looking much better. 
>the actual food that's not bark and raw guts seems to be doing well.
>she's started to gain some weight back, and she's beginning to "fill out" more.
>like, she's still skinny, but...other places are started to become more and more noticeable...
>its getting really hard for me to not look or say anything.
>most of her clothes were old and dirty, so she's starting to wear my clothes now.
>no shorts, for some reason.
>i still suspect that she's hiding something.
>its probably something she's not comfortable showing yet.
>but she's asleep for now, and its still early morning.
>all quiet, sun still hasn't come up yet.
>and a saturday to top it off.
>all perfect.
>just making coffee, and reading. 
>just me and my coffee, now there's nothing that can interru-
>"anon ! i need your help with something....".
>there it is.
>"sigh, i gotcha..".
>i get up and go to her door.
>"wait, don't come in yet...".
>"why ? is something wrong charlie ?".
>"no...j-just wait..".
>"charlie, i'm coming in".
>"n-no wait !".
>i open the door, and lo and behold, it charlie on the bed.
>with my jeans stuck halfway up her legs, and her ass hanging out.
>"d-dont look !".
>"charlie what is it ?" i say, trying not to stare.
>"my legs got stuck in the pants, c-can you help me ?".
>"stuck on what ?".
>"uh...o-on my legs..".
>"ok, here...let me help you charlie".
>i get on the "nest" and sit her across my lap, so i can get her legs unstuck.
>its awkward, but its the only way.
>i grab a bit of her leg, to try and feel up it to get it unstuck.
>god this is weird.
>i can tell charlie on the verge of a panic attack right now.
>start feeling up along her thigh, and feel something prick me.
>"OW, shit...".
>"oh...sorry...".
>"are those feathers ?" i ask her.
>"..........".
>"charlie ?".
>".....yes...".
>"i'm going to need to put my hands in your pants to smooth out your leg feathers, are you ok with that ?".
>still no reply.
>"charlie, if i don't, i cant help you get these pants off..."
>still nothing.
>"ok ?" i ask again.
>she cover's her face with her wings, and mumbles something under her breath.
>"what is it charlie ?".
>"....please...be gentle..." she says softly.
>feel my heart skip a beat after that.
>"i will, don't worry".
>nailed it.
>turn her around on my lap, so that her back is facing me.
>start feeling the inside of her pants leg, to unhook the feather that got stuck.
>almost like a chink finger trap.
>she has feathers along her thighs, but not all is covered.
>the part that isn't is really smooth, and soft.
>sitting with her like this is kind of hard though, due to her stiff tail getting in the way.
>have to lean her back a bit on my lap, so her tail stick outward.
>her whimpering is still there, which i don't blame.
>finally find the feathers that got stuck in the pants, pulling them backwards.
>i can see how this would hurt.
>start rubbing her thighs downward, while also slipping the jean off.
>its a slow process, but its the only way to get them off, so her leg feathers don't catch the jean leg.
>no more pants after this.
>only shorts.
>very, loose shorts.
>run my hands slowly up and down her upper thighs to smooth out her leg feathers.
>charlie is in a blissful fit at the moment, trying not to make any noise, despite the looks on her face.
>i would be lying to myself too if i said that this wasn't turning me on a bit.
>but i try to ignore it, it wont do me any good if she see's me like that.
>i gently move the jeans down her legs, before finally slipping them off her talons.
>"there, better ?" i say.
>she's laying back into me, panting like crazy.
>"you ok charlie ?".
>"...huff...huff...huff....don't do that again...".
>notice something is up with her legs.
>"hey, are those....wings on your legs ?".
>like on command, her leg feathers puff out to form small wing along her legs, synced with her breathing.
>"how come you never said anything ? it couldn't have been comfy to wear pants with legs like that ?".
>"....i got shunned because of them....a-and....i cant fly..." she replied.
>wait.
>hol up.
>"wait, you cant fly charlie ?".
>"....n-no....i cant..."
>oh.
>"ok, well uh...i guess i'll get going then ahah..".
>i gently roll her off me and on to her bed, and try to get up.
>i feel a scaly hand grab mine, and i turn around.'
>"NO !....i mean....uh...m-maybe....you can....you know..."
>i can tell she's trying really hard to not break down right now.
>".....s-stay with...me..in my nest....?".
>oh.
>i didn't expect that.
>she motions me back on to the bed, trying not to look at me directly.
>"..i-i just wanted to thank you for the meals...i don't know what you s-see in me...."
>"i'm not super beautiful, or g-good at anything...and i cant even fly..."
>she's on the verge of tears at this point.
>i cup her hands in mine, and bring her in close to me.
>she pulls me the rest of the way into a tight-gripped hug.
>"sniff.....just why are you t-trying to court me....?".
>excuse me ?
>"uh charlie, what do you mean by courting ?".
>she wipe's her eyes and face, before turning up to look at me.
>"....where i'm from....when a hen is of age, a man court's her with food......".
>oh shit.
>.....s-so i thought....when you started giving me all this food.....i-i...thought maybe you liked me...".
>oh fuck.
>the food.
>how excited she was.
>its all coming together.
>"uh charlie, i was just making food, i didn't know about the courting thing...".
>"....huh...?".
>she looks up at me with a face of betrayal.
>have to save this fast.
>"but that doesn't mean, that uh...you know, i wouldn't want to....make more for you...".
>nailed it.
>"....oh....." she replies.
>we just sit their for a few minutes.
>"hey um, in case you we're wondering, i uh, i do like you charlie..".
>fuck this is so awkward.
>"....h-hey anon...?".
>"yes ?" i reply.
>"....c-can you cover your eyes...?".
>before i can say anything, she's shoved her "wing hands" over my face.
>i bring my hands up to cover my eyes too, and she puts her's over mine.
>"so what now charl-".
>before i can even finish i feel something really soft press against my mouth.
>"mghh".
>is she....kissing me ?
>she goes in again, even deeper this time.
>i can feel her teeth biting and scratching my lip.
>two can play this game charlie.
>slowly move her hands off my face so i can get a good look.
>open my mouth and start playing with her tongue.
>"...mmmm...!" is her only reply.
>her deep green slit eyes are open now, staring right back at me as i give her payback for that "surprise".
>her sharp teeth grinding on my mouth is both scary, and yet erotic.
>i pull away from her, giving her time to recover.
>all that can be heard now is her heavy panting.
>"is that what you mean by courting charlie ?"
>"..huff...don't...huff...do..huff...that.." she replies, out of breath.
she lays back on to her nest bed, letting her wings out to her side's, and her feet out longways.
>"do you....want to keep going ?" i say.
>her tail feathers puff up, along with her collar feathers.
>she doesn't say anything, just nods her head fast.
>i'll take that as a yes.
>lean down over her, and give hear a quick kiss on the forehead before i move on.
>"gentle, right ?".
>".....yes....gentle..." charlie replies.
>she gives me a big, toothy grin as she says that.
>this is the first time i've seen her give a genuine smile.
>god damn i'm ready to take this girl.
>she deserves it.
>i don't want to keep her waiting, so i-
>oh what ?
>you thought there would be sex in this chapter ?
>ya, like that's ever going to happen
>you horny fucking coomer.



>this got very awkward very fast.
>getting over her, thinking i'm going to say something really smooth and erotic.
>"uh....you look nice..".
>fuck.
>all the charisma gone in a flash.
>"....t-thanks anon....".
>i don't really know what i'm supposed to do at this point.
>i really don't want to just rush it and scare her.
>"um, charlie...maybe...you can tell me what you'd like ?".
>"...huh ?...what..i like...?".
>"yeah, like...what are you into..?" i reply.
>maybe i can get her to share some idea's.
>"..i don't know anon, i've never done anything like this before. i only know what kissing is because i've seen people do it before..."
>"well, i don't know a lot about it either charlie, so...maybe we can learn together..?".
>i hope this can go well.
>"um....ok..".
>"nice".
>as we sit facing each other, we both get the hint that this is probably where we start.
>we both start feeling up each other, just taking the time to explore our body's.
>her whole body shaped has changed so much.
>from the few times i saw her naked, she was always skinny, with very little fat or muscle.
>her feathers were falling out too, leaving her arms, legs, and tail with a mangy look.
>but after staying with me for a while, the change has been dramatic.
>her body has taken on a much more..."full" shape, actually having some fat on her now.
>her scars have also started fading and healing, 
>her hips have gotten a bit thiccer, all smooth and soft.
>her breast have filled out more too, going from small and flabby, to full and perky.
>running my hands over them, i can see her expression change, from tense and nervous, to loose and relaxed.
>i keep messaging her breast more, picking up the pace, while her breathing gets more and more intense.
>her neck feathers start to ruffle too, along with her tails feathers.
>i go for her nipples next, rubbing them with my thumbs, in small circle motions.
>"...AGHAAA !....mmmmmmff..." charlie squealed.
>that's what i want to hear.
>let go for a moment, leaving her breathing heavy.
>"did that feel good charlie ?".
>"...huff....yes...huff...".
>wrap my hands around hers, kneading my fingers into hers. 
>"would you....like to do more..?".
>her deep green eyes grow wide in a split second.
>"....yes..please....".
>ok uh.
>now i just need to try and find her pussy.
>her thighs and lower hips are covered in soft feathers, so just looking isn't going to help.
>"hey, can you lean back a bit ?".
>she nods, leaning back against the beds pillows.
>"....here, let me help you...." she says.
>she starts kneading her crotch feathers, before pulling them back and revealing a pair of smooth, clean folds.
>"...d-don't stare too much, its embarrassing....".
>gently bring my hands up to her folds, peeling them apart.
>inside is a warm pink color, sopping wet and sticky.
>"did you get like this just from me massaging you ?".
>".......no......." she says quietly.
>"i cant hear you charlie ?".
>"...s-shut u-up....".
>"if you say so..".
>i gently insert just a single finger into her wet slit, rubbing the top from the inside.
>"...w-wait, what are you doi-AGHHH !".
>it fells....weird, very bumpy and slimy, but at the same time really warm. 
>charlie's eyes are rolling back into her head, while i rub her clit and finger her.
>hard.
>"d-d--ddddont...s-ssstop..!" she barely gets out.
>plunge a second finger into her.
>i can feel her getting tighter around them, start rubbing her with more intensity.
>"...mmmmmmffffmmmmmmfmffffmmmmffmfffff...." she grunts and moans, wrapping her legs around my arm while she orgasm's. 
>have to watch out for her talons, they keep swinging way to fucking close to my head.
>she throws her head back into the pillow, as a torrent of wetness pours on my hand and fingers, leaving a sticky, slimy mess under her. 
>charlie herself is completely out of it, left drooling and sweaty.
>"you ok charlie, need a break ?".
>she throws up a peace sign from her finger's,"...just....just..give me one second....".
>she's not getting that break.
>"..h-hey, what are you doing ?!".
>"giving you another round.." i reply, before stuffing my head between her thighs.
>"...w-wait !, oohhhhhhh........" she moans.
>i start lapping at her folds, making sure to hit her sensitive parts.
>"...a-anon...i-...i'm gonna...c-cum...!".
>place my whole mouth over her hole, pushing my tongue deep into her.
>this pushes her over the edge, grabbing the back of my head while she convulses.
>she finally stop, letting go of me and relaxing back, breathing hard.
>i pick up my face from her, sticky bits trialing from my face.
>"was that good charlie ?".
>"....yes....i've never...felt that good..." she huffs.
>my turn now.
>slowly crawl up to her, getting our hips close to each other.
>"are you ready ?".
>she gives me a weak smile, blushing a bit as she says "...y-yes...i'm ready...".
>position myself at her soaked hole.
>charlie is a blushing mess, covering her face with her wings. 
>gently push the head into her, feeling her squirm under me. 
>she's tight, and its kind of hard to go any further.
>feel a bit of a push, as my shaft goes into her, hilting.
>"...oooff...!" she breathes out. 
>i'm..in ?
>it feels strange.
>its still bumpy and wet, but feels tighter, like she's clamping down on me.
>but god it feels good.
>apparently charlie feels it too, since she's making faces i've never seen before.
>lean down and give her a kiss on the forehead.
>"i'm going to start moving, tell me to stop if its hurts, ok ?".
>"...d-dont.....dont hold back..." she replies.
>pull back before slamming back into her with a wet slap.
>can feel all the little folds and ridges inside her, teasing me with each thrust.
>reach down to her back, pulling her up into me in a sitting position. 
>just the both of us upright, her sitting "on" me. 
>"...dont...l-look..its..weird..!".
>ignore her as i bounce her on me, each thrust hitting her deepest parts.
>the sound of mashing and wet skin-on-skin contact is the only thing that can be heard.
>both of us are drenched in sweat, i had no idea that sex could be such a workout.
>watching charlie go from this scared beast of a girl, to a horny, sexy women within a day is a weird to come to terms with.
>not just a day ago i was watching her eat a sandwich like she had never seen one.
>now that very same girl is riding me, trying to get me to thrust into her harder and harder.
>eyes rolling back into her head, i have to hold her up s she doesn't fall backwards.
>feeling up her whole body, her nice soft behind, her feminine curves, her supple breast. so much of her is more than just a "monster".
>none of her scars can change how i see her. no matter how she was before, i love her all the same.
>can start to feel her getting tighter, is small convulsions. gripping and trying to wring me dry.
>"charlie...i'm..i'm about to.."
>"...ahh...ahh...m-me....ahh....t-too...ahh.."
>from her bouncing, i pull her down onto my lap, pushing her down until she completely engulfs my member, the up again.
>she wraps her talons around me, pulling me closer to her, as we both grind against each other.
>part her hair to get a good look at her face. a face a pure pleasure, dotted with deep green eye's
>just as we are about to go over the edge, we lock faces, pulling each other into a deep kiss.
>her wing claws hold the back of my head, pulling me even closer.
>i feel it coming.
>grinding into me, i pull her down one last time before bottoming out, pushing deeper than before.
>"....mmmmmmmmm..!" charlie moans while shoving her tongue down my throat, as i shoot hot sticky ropes deep inside her.
>i can feel her orgasm too, her bumpy walls rubbing and tightening around me.
>"...AHHH.." charlie breathes in, breaking away from me.
>she falls back, me no longer holding her against me.
>slowly slide out of her with a slimy "pop!", still connected by strands of love juice.
>not even a few seconds later, thick white cum starts to drip from charlie's wet, gaping pussy.
>"oh shi-, hang on let me go get the paper towels..".
>"...its ok.....its ok....its fine...." she replies.
>its clear she's still out of it.
>come back with the paper towels, helping her clean up.
>her sheets needed cleaning anyway.
>post orgasm bliss, both of us are red in the face, and finding it hard to look at each other.
>"um...hey charlie..?".
>"...yeah anon..?".
>i can see her badly trying to hide a grin.
>"maybe..you'd like to...do it again sometime..?"
>before i can even hear a reply she one me again.
>we did it five more times that day.
>god help me.





>what the fuck happened ?
>rolling off the couch, i feel like i got hit by a truck.
>shit, everything hurts.
>stumble in the dark to the bathroom, bumping into walls on the way.
>flick on the lights and see three huge, scabby scratches along my chest and belly.
>what the fuck !?.
>check my arms and legs too.
>fuck their covered in scratches too.
>check my back.
>yup, same shit.
>god my balls fucking hurt.
>feels like something sucked the nut out of me.
>wait....
>oh.
>so that wasn't a dream.....
>....
>suddenly feel very weird, but also kind of proud.
> five times in one day make a man feel like he died and came back to life the next day.
>leaving the bathroom, i turn in the hallway towards charlie's room.
>crack the door a little bit, just in case she's still sleeping. 
>walk in slowly, to check on her.
>in the little "love nest" is charlie, sleeping with the biggest smile on her face.
>curled up around a pillow, snuggling it.
>feel a slight pang in my heart seeing her like this.
>she's too cute.
>close the door on my way out, i'm going to surprise her.
>in kitchen making coffee, stumbling around trying not to fall over.
>fuck everything hurts.
>charlie walks out of her room a few minute's later, turn around to say something and-.
>oh.
>she stumbling and hobbling too.
>she holds onto a chair to steady herself.
>she looks up and we both lock eyes.
>"uh...good morning ?".
>this is awkward.
>try to grin, but both of us are red in the face.
>"hey so...charlie..,do you want to try a pizza today ?".
>"....whats that...?"
>"oh i could go on forever about it, you see..."
>and that is how this story ends. 
>........
>you can go now, its over.





>what are you still doing here ?






>thought there would be more ?






>wrong.





















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