It happened so quickly – so unexpectedly. The avian had been panting by the time he’d made it back home. His mid-day run had not accounted for the astounding humidity that left him sapped and drained. His grand return was more of a dragging slump towards the over to the kitchen for a drink. Which of course, is where he saw it. A wayward bottle of glimmering green elixir with a tantalizing layer of condensation glistening like diamonds in the living room light. A table like pedestal – accentuating the majesty of that crisp, cold looking fluid. His eyes were drawn to it – as was he. A short snap-pop of a label and a heedless beakful delivered badly sought refreshment.

But the moment that curious fizzle-tingle of the green elixir trickled across the back of his throat - Kurrikage knew something was awry. His shirt felt tight. His running shorts felt restrictive. His throat felt dry and raspy. He chirped in alarm and let the bottle slip free of his grasp. The dense, depth of his voice startled him. It reverberated from out of his beak. Deeper, like the crest heavy caw of an eagle. A sudden swell of vertigo made the monochromatic avian blink dizzily. Every flutter of his eyes gave the appearance of a room growing smaller and more compact. The table seemed distant. The ceiling drew close. The carpeting trickled against his talons – rushing by like a river stream of spun yarn.

His nauseous ascent culminated with a clonk of his forehead on the popcorn tiles of the ceiling. Another sonar burst of a chirp alerted everyone else there far too late about the explosion of bird bursting outward towards them. Bomba looked up from his laptop in time to see an immense, sweat lathered talonned foot glide in front of the couch. An organic train that bashed aside a coffee table and thoroughly demolished an ottoman in a ruinous crackle of lumber and twanging cushion spring. He clutched that precious laptop to his chest and leaned back as the foot careened into Carcar. The brown feather-fur adorned figure had been sitting there in a lazy boy – eyes wide as he gawked at the approaching foot with an uncertain mixture of awe and bliss. The glistening bird paw impacted him gently and bowled the chair over. A crooning purr of bliss escaped him as he launched himself into the foot while across the way, a goat was rapidly trying to outrun a similar onslaught. Caspian clip-clop-clattered across the floor, trying to evade that impending appendage to little avail. Wincing, he braced for impact – permitting a bleat of surprise as two toes parted to snatch him up in time to avoid getting a face full of carpet. A sheepish blush painted itself along the cheeks of the presently immense and still growing avian who continued to occupy the room. Squeezing the pinned goat for good measure, Kurrikage looked down at the now lap-occupying arachnid, Aevsivs whose apparent spider-sense had alerted him with enough time to launch himself onto the thigh of the impending bird. He was presently taking comfort in lounging on an expanding tuck of downy bird belly.
As the feather-floof expansion shuddered to a halt, the squeak creak of the over-occupied house sounded off with a symphony of groans and crackling. Kurrikage squirmed a bit – finding himself thoughly wedged into his living room devouring position. His tail feathers had exploded through the wall behind him, and his knee had upturned a table. A snowy trickle-drop of dry wall dribbled down over the entire scene, inducing a sneeze from Caspian. The enormous bird sheepishly chirped another bassy boom as he fidgeted nervously. Everyones gaze (save the presently occupied dragon’s) migrated up to him as he blushed sheepishly.

“Wow, that flavor really does pack a wallop huh guys?”

Art  ovens Give them some love~ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18123603/
Bird  kurrikage
Unfortunate friends  aevsivs  bomba  carcar  jsk244
Story  sofia.exe