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- >You've struggled to come to terms with it.
- >You know the gist of it, but it still aches to consider.
- >You don't remember the how or the why.
- >Just the panicked phone calls.
- >The tear stains she left on your shirt as you got the news.
- >How she's spent the week whimpering, hurting and weeping on the couch.
- >How you didn't pay attention when she first started complaining about migraines.
- >How she couldn't sit down without wincing in pain.
- >The first night you discovered she'd started sprouting wings.
- >The rush to the hospital, that look the doctor gave you.
- >Your girlfriend's turning into a monster. A mamono.
- >It's hard not to feel responsible, somehow.
- >That you should've noticed everything sooner.
- >You could've saved her this pain, maybe.
- >If only you'd just figured it sooner.
- >You haven't left her side nearly the entire week.
- >Not when she clings to you like the only solid rock in the storm.
- >Not when she teary-eyed and sobbing begged you not to let her go.
- >Not when she confessed she's terrified you'll leave her for this.
- >That you won't love whatever she's becoming.
- >That she's scared she'll hurt you or scare you away.
- >Every day you've felt her change beside you.
- >Her curves have swelled enough the college hoodie you let her borrow looks form-fitting.
- >You have to mind the tiny growing bulge of a spaded tail every time you sit down.
- >Black has started bleeding into her sclera, her skin a grayish pale.
- >You couldn't stop apologizing the time you squished her wing against the sofa.
- >The sound she made haunts you still.
- >She's stopped smiling because she's ashamed of her fangs.
- >She can barely use her fingers as the claws grow out.
- >The pointy protrusions she calls her horns are achingly sore.
- >You've tried to not think about how they're growing out of her skull.
- >You just make sure to hold her close, always.
- >Pity comes naturally whenever you put your hands on her.
- >Making sure to massage all the tender spots. Every protrusion, every nub, every inch of skin she sheepishly asks for.
- >Guiding chaste little kisses along her scalp. Working out the tension in her trapezius muscles with kneading hands. She's stiff as a rock.
- >Rubbing her temples for her, minding the horns. Ice-packs down her lower back to try and numb the growing pains. Ibuprofen doesn't help.
- >Staying close like this is the most you can do.
- >She doesn't say it, but she's struggling.
- >It's started seeping into her mind, clouding her thoughts.
- >She doesn't know whether to see you as her boyfriend or prey.
- >But you're the only thing that calms her down.
- >The only thing she can focus on besides the pain.
- >The soothing whispers, your hands sneaking under her hoodie to touch her skin. That smell only a lover recognizes.
- >Her body wants to pin you to the floor and ravage you.
- >But she can't do anything but ache.
- >It's driving her mad.
- >You didn't let her apologize when she clawed your shirt open.
- >You joked that chicks dig scars. She didn't laugh.
- >Somehow she's managed to fall asleep, awkwardly sprawled out on her front. Her head's resting against the armrest.
- >You'd get her a pillow, but you don't want to wake her.
- >She spent her last waking moments begging for you to touch her.
- >Clumsily you adjust, minding wings and tail as you squeeze in next to her.
- >Arms looped securely around her torso, lying face to face. One of your hands reaches up to run your outstretched digits through her hair.
- >The doctor said the transformation took a week to finish.
- >It's almost up.
- >Maybe you're a little scared of what you'll wake up to, but you're not going to let it go.
- >You're not going to let her go.
- >No matter what, she's your girlfriend.
- >And you want the first thing she wakes up to be a reminder that her boyfriend loves her.
- ---
- >You lost track of how long you laid there, watching over her.
- >However long you slept it wasn't enough. Your body reminds you how much it aches as soon as you groggily open your eyes.
- >Stray rays of morning sunlight sneak through your living room windows. It's still early in the morning. Far too early.
- >You try to close your eyes and drift back to greedily sneak in a few more minutes of shut-eye before tending to the girl in your arms, but something stops you.
- >You didn't roll up in a blanket last night.
- >You try to be smooth and shift to feel for her presence. She's still lying next to you. She hasn't left.
- >She's breathing softly, seemingly at peace in the dreaming world. Slow, steady breaths.
- >But you're bundled up in something. She couldn't have slipped away to fetch a blanket without you noticing.
- >No, it's... her wings. Wrapping you up like a loving shroud.
- >Those are her fingers- no, her claws wandering up your spine.
- >Suddenly it dawns you that she's grown taller than you, busy nuzzling you under her chin.
- >How her chest presses against your collar instead of your ribs as you hug.
- >Her tail is lazily drawn across your legs, possessively pinning you down at her leisure.
- >Not that you'd try to move even if you could.
- >You're more than content to reciprocate, holding onto her for as long as she wants you to.
- >Mere minutes pass before she begins to stir awake, her arms tightening around you to squeeze, to make sure you're still there.
- >You are. Quietly she runs her lips through your hair, leaving a chaste peck on your scalp.
- >There's a husky, stygian echo to her whisper as she asks if you had a good night's sleep.
- >You nod against her, and she runs her hand down your back in approval.
- >There's a kind of confidence in her smile she's never worn before.
- >Surefire, certain. Genuine. Almost as warm as her naked body against you.
- >Somehow she managed to rip out of your old hoodie overnight, but you don't mind. Not in the slightest.
- >She notices you don't mind, soliciting a knowing chuckle rumbling up from her chest.
- >You sheepishly stumble to excuse it as just morning wood, but she hushes you with a finger to your lips.
- >Her lips brush against your ear, her breath hot as she whispers that it's okay. That she understands.
- >That you must be so pent-up over not getting any all week long.
- >You make a final attempt at token resistance, but your words are lost to her kiss.
- >It's only right she rewards you for being there for her, she insists.
- >Her eyes are so dark yet gleam with unrestrained hunger as she moves to straddle you.
- >Her hair falls down in long tresses, framing her growing grin as her gaze follows her hand.
- >Down your front, drawing a line from your navel to your groin, your erection shamelessly bulging in your boxers.
- >One of her claws catches on the hem - and tugs, coaxing them off.
- >It's hard not to blush at the sound she makes as your cock is finally freed, tip already slick with pre.
- >It's hard not to gasp as it throbs under her touch, your body squirming beneath hers as she comes to rest on top of you.
- >Pressing her heaving chest against yours, peppering your jawline and chin with kisses as she strokes. Prepares you.
- >All her little 'thank you's and 'I love you's slowly shift into a vague blur of affection before she retracts, her wings stretching out in full.
- >You're ready, and she's hungry.
- >It's not your first time, but she still threatens to push you over the edge as soon as her pussy clamps down on your dick.
- >Your breath hitches, your heart skips a beat - but she's not going to let you go so easily.
- >Despite that instinct to just squeeze you dry every action, every shift she makes is slow and deliberate.
- >Making sure your eyes never stray from hers, that your hands are clasped tight.
- >That she has your adorable, flustered face right where she wants it as she rides you.
- >That you get the message that this is not for the sake of that unfamiliar hunger inside of her, but for her. For both of you.
- >For how you still love her despite the kind of monstrosity she's become.
- >Ultimately it's less for the sake of pleasure and more for the sake of feeling her close again.
- >Like a snapping cord you cum inside her, panting and gasping for air as she leisurely spreads herself on top of you.
- >Quietly coaxes every last drop out of you with a body so strangely familiar to her.
- >Lets you revel in the feeling, to give into her.
- >Spent, you collapse still quivering into her waiting arms.
- >Neither of you say a word as you recover.
- >You don't have to.
- >All she wants is to see you smile.
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