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It was a surprise, although Kurt knew it shouldn’t be, when David walked in, then Wes and Thad. Even though he knew he should have expected it, it was still even more crushing when, a long second later, Blaine followed them in.
Kurt caught himself giving an alarmed chirp at the first arrivals, but was able to bite back any of the other birdlike sounds that wanted to escape his throat - just seeing his (former) friends in his current, degraded state was a humiliation like Kurt could never have imagined. He wished he could stand up and meet them with as much dignity as possible, but his new feet and unhelpful wings wouldn’t let him, and he wasn’t willing to let them see his stumbling attempts. He settled for at least lifting his head as proudly as he could, sniffing away the tears a little.
The Council and Blaine were all smiles as they approached, though, looking at him with genial approval, even though Kurt was sending them as fierce and haughty a look as he could muster. When Wes produced a key from his blazer pocket and proceeded to open the cage door, it became obvious that they weren’t just there to gawk, and Kurt decided that he couldn’t meet them sitting down.
Kurt did his best to struggle to his feet after all, still trying to shield himself with his wings. It was ungainly at best- his balance was thrown all off and his feet seemed to have a mind of their own, wanting to grip onto the bars below him every time his ankle bent in certain ways. Still, Kurt felt better for trying, especially now that he could face the approaching Warblers eye to eye, even if trying to stand was leaving him swaying a little.
Kurt automatically opened his mouth to demand an explanation for what had happened, momentarily forgetting the extent of the changes, and a series of angry cheeps left his throat instead. The other boys stopped walking a few feet from him and looked pleased at this. Blaine even nodded his approval and finally spoke up, saying to the others, “Didn’t I say his voice would be fantastic? He sounds beautiful.”
There was a stab of hurt at that and Kurt snapped his mouth shut in mortification. For the first time, he felt deep shame for his own voice, and he wished it was possible to curl up and hide.
Wes nodded in solemn approval. “You were right, of course.” He ran his gaze over all of Kurt, not sparing between his legs, although Kurt fluttered his wings in front of himself and pressed his thighs together in burning humiliation, as if it would help. Wes finally looked over to Thad and noted, “The entire change went even better than we expected. We’ll need to send a report to the headmaster soon, he’ll be glad to hear it.”
“Are you ready?” David’s question to Wes cut off Kurt’s new source of alarm - how deep did this conspiracy he was caught in really go? - and gave him something entirely new to worry about as Wes replied, “Of course,” and Thad pulled something metallic out of the messenger bag slung over his shoulder.
Kurt tried to back away, but only got two steps before he stumbled. He expected to hit the floor hard and his wings flew out automatically as if to catch him, but someone caught him instead.
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Before he could get away, the second arrival - Wes - was moving too fast to escape from, and Wes was slipping a leather belt of some kind around his wings and chest. Kurt tried to slip out of the loop’s encirclement, but was restrained by David’s arms tightening around him. Then the leather belt was tightening, too, as Wes pulled it snug around Kurt’s wings, the leather pinching and disordering feathers as it constricted over them. Just when Kurt was beginning to fear for his breathing in addition to his freedom, Wes fastened off the belt. It was an ordinary buckle, but Kurt glared at it, feeling a pulse of mixed frustration and despair as he realized he could have easily undone it an hour ago, but that he no longer had the hands to manage a simple fastening.
David held him tightly in place even as Wes backed off, but the best Kurt could do was squirm around, the band around his wings and middle holding his mutated limbs secure and useless. David didn’t seem to be tiring, but at least didn’t seem to care that he had Kurt’s bare ass pressed against his uniform slacks, either, and Kurt took it as a tiny mercy that at least none of the boys had looked at his now-exposed genitals with any real interest since they’d first seen his changed form.
Kurt was jerked from his thoughts a few moments later, when Wes came forward again with Thad. Running out of options and energy, Kurt kicked out at them as best he could, hoping to at least tear at their uniforms with his new talons or scare them back. He didn’t want to know what new humiliation they had planned. Thad did jump back a little, but Wes ducked out of the way and grabbed his ankle in a move that would have jerked Kurt off his feet if he hadn’t been held forcibly upright by David.
Kurt found himself breaking the self-assurances he’d made and tweeting shrilly in protest, but his bird sounds were ignored. Thad reached into his messenger bag and produced the same metallic object as before. It appeared to be a three-inch-long pipe of some thick metal, cut in half lengthwise. The diameter was very small, too narrow to even fit a slim person’s wrist, and for the moment, Kurt had no clue what they planned on doing with it, although it could be nothing good. A second later, though, the small diameter made perfect sense, Kurt realized through his growing panic, because Thad was carefully holding it up against Kurt’s ankle and the new lower part of his leg was definitely thin enough to fit neatly inside. Kurt tried to kick his foot away, or slip out of David’s grasp, but Wes just grunted with effort as he tightened his two-handed grip on his leg. David also tightened his arms to keep him in place, making soothing noises all the while as if dealing with a frightened animal.
Thad reached one-handed into his bag again and produced a second metal piece like the first - the second half of what had to be a cuff for his ankle, Kurt realized. This one had a half-circular loop attached to the outside, and Kurt had no interest in learning why that was. After quickly scanning the object, Thad nodded in satisfaction, then lined it up with the first half and pressed, closing the circle securely around Kurt’s ankle. Kurt was vaguely aware that he was full-on shrieking now, but there was no reaction other than from Blaine joining in David’s shushing, which still wasn’t enough to drown out the click as the two metal pieces joined together. There was another metallic click as Thad did something with the cuff that made a vibration run through it, giving an awful sort of finality to the sound.
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When he saw Wes crouching to reach for his other foot, though, Kurt was more prepared and drew it back, doing his best to jerk it back and around, out of Wes’s reach. David was ready, too, though, and constantly maneuvered his legs behind Kurt so that he couldn’t pull his foot far enough out of range, and Wes was finally successful in capturing Kurt’s other foot after a minute’s struggle. At least the fight had leave Wes with a few scratches on his hands and arms, and Kurt, while normally not inclined to violence, was able to feel some faint pride.
This time, Kurt couldn’t make himself watch, so he turned his head away and closed his eyes, wishing he could also block out his hearing and sense of touch. As it was, he was still forced to endure the feeling of cold metal resting against, and then totally surrounding, the scales of his new lower legs. The sound of the two awful clicks again made the cold feeling in the pit of his stomach sink even lower, and the cold weight around his ankle signaled the second band was also fastened in place for good.
“All done!” Thad said, with far too much enthusiasm. Kurt cracked his eyes open and lowered his foot back to the ground, unsure of what was coming next. Wes stood up and brushed himself off primly.
Kurt felt himself sagging down in David’s hold - he’d nearly exhausted himself struggling.
“Hey,” someone said near him, and Kurt turned his head wearily to see Blaine looking at him with a wry smile. “I’m sorry about the change to your - you know.” Blaine gestured downward vaguely, and Kurt found that he could still blush fiercely, despite the situation. “You should know that we took a vote while you were out. I promise I convinced a majority to let you keep your manhood at first. If Thad hadn’t split the vote by adding ‘cloaca’ to the ballot…” Blaine sent a pointed look over his shoulder at the Warbler in question.
Thad stopped looking pleased and crossed his arms with a dramatic huff. “It wasn’t my fault that not enough of the Warblers would commit to the stated avian theme of a ‘Warbler transformation.’ If we could have agreed to uphold the authenticity of the tradition, instead of-”
He was cut off by David shaking his head from behind Kurt and firmly stating, “Thad, no one was comfortable with the idea of a cloaca except you. Absolutely no one.”
“Will you all stop saying that word?” Wes interjected.
“What, ‘cloaca’?” David said, grinning.
Thad had stepped closer to apologize to Blaine for the result being unsatisfactory and insisted he had only wanted to find a pleasing compromise that would both make Blaine comfortable and uphold the will of the group vote, but Kurt put his head down dully and tried to ignore David’s hold, as unbreakable around him as another cage. He tuned out both Thad and the friendly ribbing that had broken out between Wes and David, the former already threatening to send copies of the latter’s childhood pictures to his girlfriend. It had been so familiar for a second that Kurt nearly wanted to turn and share an amused look with Blaine, before he remembered that he wasn’t sharing a loveseat with his friend and waiting for rehearsal to start.
A hand brushed through his hair and Kurt startled, too surprised to jerk away. Blaine was still nodding along in a familiar dealing-with-Thad way, but he’d turned away long enough to start petting Kurt’s hair.
Blaine frowned when Kurt finally did flinch away, but just reached a bit further to soothingly stroke Kurt’s bangs back into their usual swoop.
Kurt thought about trying to escape again, but he was still too exhausted to move, so he had to just let Blaine give him a final pat on the cheek before he turned back to talk to Thad.
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“Anyway!” Wes’s sharp voice cut through Kurt’s thoughts and the ongoing conversations. “Voting results aside, we have a job to do. David?”
“Spoilsport,” David mock-grumbled, but nodded to Wes and abruptly began to haul Kurt in the direction of the large perch.
Kurt was too startled to move at first, but soon tried to halt their progress by digging his feet in and clinging to the bars on the floor. He didn’t know what they had planned, but he was certain it wouldn’t be pleasant. David grunted with effort and tried to lift Kurt up and out of contact with the bars, but Kurt hung on gamely with his mutated feet. It took the assistance of Wes and Blaine to lift one of his feet each, and he was carried kicking and squalling for the last ten feet.
Kurt was determined to keep up the fight, so when his feet were lowered to the floor again, he tried to curl his toes inward to prevent them from gripping the bars, straining against Wes and Blaine’s holds all the while.
He wasn’t prepared for Thad coming up to his side and kneeling beside Wes - at first, he thought that Thad was just going to help Wes hold him for whatever they had planned, but when Thad reached into his bag again, Kurt remembered his ankle bands. In a quick movement, Thad had clipped one end of a short chain to the ring of the ankle band, and was attaching the other end to the nearest intersection of floor bars.
Kurt shrieked at the additional restraint, and was ignored. Thad and Wes both stood, watching with obvious satisfaction as Kurt tried to kick out, but found his foot immobilized. He tried frantically to pull his other foot away from Blaine’s hold before they could repeat the process, but Thad was already crossing over behind him and kneeling down with a second chain in his hand. Meanwhile, David was trying to shush him again and Wes was standing back and watching as Thad clipped the second chain to Kurt’s other ankle band, then the floor, holding him firmly in place with his legs splayed far beyond shoulder-width apart.
If he still had his human voice, Kurt would be demanding that they stop, that they tell him what the hell they were doing. As it was, the only things escaping his mouth were inhuman chirps and screeches.
For whatever reason, the council and Blaine had arranged Kurt facing the large perch, which came up to just below his midriff. A small, hysterical part of Kurt’s mind wondered how he was supposed to get up on the thing without a stepladder. He also wondered why they thought he’d ever be resigned enough to take advantage of it like a real bird would.
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Kurt tried to squirm away again, but it was still no use. Wes had come in front of him at some point, and was aiding David by tugging his torso farther down and forward by the band constricting his wings. Once Kurt’s body was bent over the bar at more than a ninety-degree angle, tail in the air and blood rushing to his head, Thad was there with another chain, this one longer than the first pair, and clipped it from the leather band to the floor.
When all the Warblers stepped away, there was nothing Kurt could do, no way to move out of the position he was forced into. A light movement of air between his legs made Kurt newly, intensely aware of his nudity. He was bent over the bar in such a way that his ass and altered genitals were completely exposed by his spread legs, and the shame of it made Kurt nearly dizzy.
“Blaine, would you like to start?” someone said behind him, out of Kurt’s vision, and the position and vulnerability had Kurt afraid in a way he hadn’t been since he found himself naked in the first place.
“Are you sure?” Blaine was saying, taken aback. “I thought it was tradition that only the Council could be first to perform the honors.”
There was a second’s pause before Wes, Thad, and David were all objecting, variations on, “Well, yes, but this isn’t technically a ‘first’ according to the guidelines,” and “True, but you’ve been such a help,” and “This is technically a continuation of the preparations, not a ‘first,’ as such.”
Through the terror, Kurt managed to almost roll his eyes. Some things, it seemed, never changed.
A/N: Only this short update for today, sorry! Also: Blaine and birds, apparently. Whoops?
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There was a moment of quiet shuffling, and Kurt found himself straining his neck to try and see what was happening behind him. His own body blocked his view, though, and all he could make out beyond the yellow feathers was a blur of Dalton uniforms.
There was a snick, a pause, and then something firm and cold was touching his ass. Kurt jolted, but the sensation just stayed there and a warm hand was laid on his lower back to the side of his tail, just resting there in what was probably meant to be a soothing gesture.
Kurt made a noise that was meant as a whine of terror and discomfort, but came out as a quiet chirp.
Blaine shushed him gently, and the finger at his ass - at least Kurt guessed that’s what it was - was moving, rubbing wetness around his asshole. Kurt tried to squirm away, but bound as he was, the most he could do was wiggle his tail in the air. Blaine just pushed down gently on his lower back, making movement more difficult, and persisted in making hushing noises as his finger drew firmer and firmer circles.
Kurt could feel his face burning. His… hole was beginning to relax slightly under the ministrations. It was a foreign feeling - he’d never felt really comfortable touching himself there, though he was vaguely aware it was a thing some men did, and he’d assumed none of it would matter until college, anyway. He pushed the thought of college away determinedly and promised himself, through new levels of humiliation, that he’d get through this.
He chirped again in shocked alarm when Blaine’s finger slipped to the center of the ring of muscles and dipped in, and he tightened around it involuntarily.
“Hey, just relax,” Blaine soothed him. “You can do this. Just calm down and don’t tense up, and it’ll be done before you know it.”
Kurt made a face at that, despite everything. There was no way he was making this easier.
The finger withdrew, only to be replaced by something cold, smoother, and larger pushing in, and Kurt changed his mind about making it easier. The object was pushing in with implacable steady pressure, and tensing just made it hurt.
Kurt clenched his jaw and battled the embarrassment and shame to relax his muscles, allowing the object to slip inside. It wasn’t much wider than Blaine’s finger had been, thankfully, and it narrowed after a second, forcing his ass to clench down securely around it as a much wider, flat base settled in place against his skin on the outside.
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The sensation of being stretched was impossible to ignore, but its importance faded a little into the background when someone stepped around in front of him. Kurt craned his neck up awkwardly to see who it was. He immediately turned his face away to the side and snapped his eyes shut, though, when he was met with the sight of David undoing his fly. Kurt wasn’t even allowed the comforting thought of this can’t be happening, because something terrible was already happening to him, and there was no indication the council had any intention of stopping.
There was a warm hand gripping his chin, and Kurt tried to resist its pull. “Come on,” David was saying in a gentle, would-be calming voice. “Come on, you can do it.”
Someone behind him flicked at the base of the plug without warning, and the jolt in his ass startled Kurt enough that David was able to overcome Kurt’s resistance. He easily maneuvered Kurt so that his face was inches from David’s crotch, his shallow panicky breaths landing on David’s half-hard cock where it was hanging out of the undone uniform trousers.
“See, you can be good, can’t you?” David hummed. He made no move to bring his dick any closer, though Kurt kept his eyes and mouth closed tight just in case. “Just open your mouth, alright? That’s all, open up and be nice, no biting.” David’s thumbs were stroking Kurt’s cheeks as he held his head in place. Kurt was, in fact, thinking very fondly of biting.
One of the boys behind Kurt started scratching lightly at the base of his tail, and Kurt startled a little, but refused to open his mouth. “Come on,” Blaine coaxed from somewhere to the side, “you’ll like it if you try it.” The hand moved on to stroking Kurt’s tail feathers from their root toward the tips, then returned to petting where feathers met skin. It felt almost pleasant, but Kurt bit his lips from the inside and tried to focus on the sharp pinch instead.
“Didn’t we turn down the option of a beak so he could do that?” Thad complained. “I still think it would have been more appropriate if he’d been given one.”
“Alright, then.” Wes sighed, then seemed to lean closer, his brisk, but not unkind voice coming from nearer to Kurt’s ear. “Thad is right. There is a suggestion in the Warblers’ charter that the new Canary be given a beak, but the headmaster confirmed that we could use our discretion. A lack of cooperation now will be taken as confirmation that you would have liked the change to go farther, and we will let you have a beak after we’re done today. “
“I hope he decides quickly,” David said softly to the others - although Kurt could still hear him quite easily, he was still there, thank you. “I’m, ah, getting a little cold here.” There were some suppressed chuckles all around.
Kurt bit his lips harder for a second. He didn’t have to - he could get out of doing that, at least, if he just refused now. He’d never have to do it in the future. But the price… Kurt shuddered.
He wasn’t sure if it was pride, vanity, or desperation to keep every bit of humanity he had left, but Kurt slowly opened his mouth.
Thad gave a celebratory whoop, Blaine patted him on the lower back, and Wes hummed approvingly. David said, through what was clearly a warm smile, “Oh, you are being good, aren’t you?”
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David was humming something encouraging at him. Whoever was petting his tail was back at it, too.
The dick in his mouth wasn’t fully hard yet, and though Kurt tried to keep his mouth open wide enough that it touched him as little as possible, David was moving it around, rubbing it against the insides of his cheeks and his tongue, filling his mouth hot and earthy and salty. Soon enough, it was thickening and hardening, taking up more of his mouth until Kurt’s jaw ached from trying to keep it open enough.
“Okay, here we go,” David said softly. He let go of his dick with the one hand and went back to a two-handed grip on Kurt’s head, palms hot against Kurt’s cheeks and thumbs brushing gently along his cheekbones. He used his grip to press lightly against Kurt’s jaws, forcing him to close his mouth a little. Kurt jumped when his lips came in sudden contact with skin sliding over hard flesh, but remembered to not bite down, no matter how much his mind screamed at him to do so.
After a second of just holding the contact, David pulled his hips back, dragging his cock out through the press of Kurt’s lips, then pushed back in, rubbing against his tongue all the way. David groaned deep in his chest. “Oh God, yes, you’re so good.” He shuddered a little and repeated the motion. “So, so good,” he murmured.
Kurt tried to will himself away, pretend he was elsewhere. The smell of musk and sweat and soap followed him, though, kept him grounded as surely as his bindings and useless wings, and he had nothing to concentrate on but the drag and grind of the cock between his lips. He was humiliatingly aware of the boys behind him and how they could see every bit of his privates and, if they cared to lean forward, the spit beginning to gather at the corners of his mouth and drip down his chin as David thrust in and out of his mouth.
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