"This..." Jon gasped hearing her voice. It was one of the most pitch perfect voices ever heard. "Impossible..." She finished.
She breathed in and out in panic, her chest rising and falling still adding even more to her sense of urgency. This had to be a dream! There's no way this was real. She tried to move and tripped perilously close to the edge of the nest. She could feel the twigs upon her naked form, and pain.
So if this wasn't a dream.. it was a trick! She sat in the nest looking at the talons. She tried to pull the feathers away- when she realised her hands were not grasping. Instead he used his teeth to pull at the feathers trying to get at where his hands must be hidden or in a bind.
"OW!" he winced.. a feather did come out but it hurt as if one plucked a hair from her. Only sharper. The cool breeze tickled and aroused his chest, sending wave after wave of alien feeling into him. He grabbed at the breasts but they certainly looked real.. and felt.
It was too much for him to take. He had to remember this was the result of the stone... She had to find out if this was still her own world. She looked down at herself again, her naked form and talons.. the desire to wear clothing to cover himself still there. But lacking in hands, he could see of no way to fashion anything from leaves or twigs.
He felt exposed in the nest, and looked at the narrow perch to the cave... he steadily tried to make his way to it, crawling on the wings as if he still had hands. The talons dug deeply into the wood at a strange angle as he worked her body as if it were still human and male.
Inch by inch... quarter by quarter, he finally reached the shelter of the cave.
