The forest had changed.
Not just the trees—twisted and blooming with black-veined leaves—but the very air. It shimmered with invisible currents of mutagenic pheromones, thick as a storm front. Time felt warped here, slowed and pulsing like breath. Like anticipation.
Mathew stood atop a jagged rock outcrop, wings wide, eyes glowing.
He could feel them.
The two remaining humans—one female, one male—still searching for their missing teammate. Their tech had begun to fail, scrambled by the mutagenic field now radiating outward in all directions. But even without tools, their minds were trembling on the edge. He could taste their fear… and their curiosity.
Beside him stood his first convert—no longer just a follower, but a being reborn, majestic and monstrous. He turned to Mathew, golden feathers slick with sweat, his massive chest rising and falling with excitement.
“Shall we hunt?” he asked, voice laced with hunger.
Mathew grinned. “We don’t hunt anymore. We call.”
He raised a hand, talons outstretched, and exhaled.
A pulse tore through the air—inaudible to humans, but irresistible to minds already cracking under pressure. It wasn’t sound. It was desire. A thought whispered straight into the deepest place in their prey's minds:
Come to us. Be with us. Let go. Be remade.
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> THE WOMAN
She stumbled into the clearing first—panic and sweat clinging to her skin, her eyes wide. Her name was Tessa, though it was already slipping from her mind like a half-remembered dream.
The convert stepped into her path.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
His presence was a gravitational pull, massive and beautiful—his body a monument of muscle and feathered perfection, genitals fully aroused, leaking glowing droplets that hissed into the dirt below. Tessa’s breath hitched as she stared, trembling. Her body ached in response.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said gently, stepping forward.
His voice was warm silk wrapped around thunder.
Tessa reached out without thinking, fingers brushing the slick underside of his thick shaft. The touch alone sent a jolt through her—pleasure mixed with something else. Something seeping into her skin, rewriting her cells.
She gasped, falling to her knees, overwhelmed.
“Shh…” the convert whispered, cradling her head against his chest. “Let it in. It wants you.”
Her spine arched, mouth opening in a silent scream as the change began.
Her skin flushed with heat. Muscles twitched, surged, swelled. Breasts firmed, shoulders widened. Feathers pushed from her spine as her body rebuilt itself into a towering, sleek, avian form—glorious, feminine, and monstrous. Her mind bloomed with ecstatic clarity, bursting with psychic connection.
She moaned as she came—again and again—her sex leaking mutagen in thick, glowing rivers.
She was his now.
And together, they were more.
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> THE MAN
Mathew found him in a shallow ravine, weapon drawn, eyes bloodshot.
“Stay back!” he yelled, but his voice shook.
Mathew said nothing. He simply stepped forward—slow, powerful, inevitable.
The man raised his sidearm, but it crumbled in his grip. The mutagen in the air had already begun to corrupt the metal. And worse—his own body had already started responding.
He was hard. Desperately so. His skin prickled, flushed. His thoughts were fraying, fragmenting, rewriting themselves.
Mathew loomed over him, pressing a clawed finger to the man’s chest.
“You’ve already accepted it,” he said. “You just need help letting go.”
The man whimpered, arousal overtaking fear. Mathew embraced him fully, wrapping wings and arms around him. Their bodies ground together, friction birthing transformation. Mathew’s shaft slid against his, thick and hot, and the contact poured raw mutagen through the man’s pores.
He screamed, body exploding outward with change.
Biceps ballooned, tearing through his shirt. Legs split his pants as thighs doubled in size, feathers racing across his new form. His cock pulsed longer, thicker, glowing from within as his entire being became a factory of mutagenic power.
When it ended, he collapsed into Mathew’s arms, panting.
“I… I feel… alive.”
“You are,” Mathew whispered. “And now you’re one of us.”
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The four of them met in the clearing.
No longer man and woman. No longer human.
A clutch. A brotherhood. A coven.
Each of them slick with mutagen, dripping with desire, minds linked in a tangle of psychic hunger.
They were ready.
And the world wasn’t.