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Fill 1D/4: Kurt/Warblers, Kurt/Blaine; NonCon, animalplay, body modification, etc

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The realization sent something cold through Kurt’s entire body. He looked around frantically, again, and knew with horrible certainty that it was true. The cage he was in - shaped just like a birdcage. The structure he’d mistaken for a ballet barre - a perch. The bathtub - a birdbath.

Kurt couldn’t stand up on his new feet, but after a few stumbles, he managed to get on his hands and knees and crawl to the cage door.

“Help!” he screamed, no longer caring if he drew negative attention instead of a savior. “Someone, let me out! Help!”

No one came.

There was a prickling along his calves, and Kurt looked down with an involuntary whimper to see translucent protrusions, things that had to be feather sheaths, sprouting from his skin along what used to be his ankle, where scales and human skin met. He had to shout in pain as the sheaths fully emerged, pushing through his skin. It was over quickly, at least, and the sheaths were shed within seconds of their appearance. They revealed feathers that unfurled, scattering the skin of his lower calves with yellow and brown plumage.

Kurt reached down to touch one of his feathers with morbid curiosity, but yanked his hand back at the silky feel, confirming the truth of his situation. His breathing was coming harder now, and sobs threatened. God, he was - deformed, now, and locked up, and…

His hands tingled, and Kurt knew it still wasn’t over.

He let out another cry and helplessly screamed for someone, anyone to come as the tingling intensified, and by the time his index and middle fingers began to lengthen, he was sobbing incoherently.

Kurt tried to hold his hands together in hopes of stopping the change, but all that achieved was a crunching pain when he tried to squeeze his lengthening fingers, and he let go, flinging his hands apart with a sobbed shout when his index and middle fingers snapped together and each pair began to fuse into a single long finger.

Kurt had to close his eyes now; the sight of his ring and pinky fingers shrinking into nothing was too much. Still, he could feel the changes progressing as he held his hands out and away from himself in disgust. His now-fused fingers had stopped growing and his thumbs had only shrunk slightly, but he could feel an odd release of pressure where his nail beds were - or, he saw as he opened his eyes to peek helplessly, where his nails used to be. An odd tight feeling took over his entire arms, and they began to thin, deforming and flattening. Kurt closed his eyes again with a whimper.

He knew what was coming next, and it was almost a relief when the pain of feathers sprouting started; at least he wouldn’t have to look at his alien, bare arms and hands.

Still, he had to grit his teeth unsuccessfully against a stuttering howl of pain at the sheaths poking through his skin again. The awful sensation covered a much larger area than before and it felt as if the sheaths just kept growing and growing to ridiculous lengths, forcing the process to last far longer than it had on his legs. When it finally finished, Kurt barely had time to breathe out before a series of painful snaps jerked his arms into a new position, realigning his joints. He could actually hear a rustle over his own cry as the sharp movement freed most of the new feathers at once.