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Bird Of Gehenna | Anthro Peacock TF
A dark and windy night blanketed the perimeter of the Iron-Knocks Bar and Rock Club, and towards the back of the club’s exterior stood a man by the name of Cedric Dickinson. Cedric was the frontman of an up-and-coming band (At least, that’s what they thought of themselves as) known as Bird Of Gehenna. It was a punk/shock rock band whose name was rather self-explanatory. For a while now they’d been known mainly for covering Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie songs at this one specific club, though tonight was a very special night for all of them, for it was going to be the debut of an actual, legitimate, fully original song that they all worked together on!
And as you could probably guess, Cedric was VERY nervous. In fact he’d been standing outside of the club and hyping himself up for the past half-an-hour because of it. He knew he was good at belting out already existing songs, and several people told him that he and his bandmates put on a pretty good show…but Cedric just couldn’t shake that little voice inside of him that taunted him, telling him that he’d completely fuck it up tonight. Telling him that all he was good at was covers. Telling him that everything would go wrong, and that this was the end of the line.
But then Cedric’s thoughts would be shaken when he heard the sounds of footsteps on the cigarette butt, dusty concrete stairs leading up to the backdoor, Cedric whirled around to see the club’s owner; Eddie. A boomerly guy who was known for being an old, jovial bastard who could treat you like his grandchild one minute and tell you your mom left your dad for him in the next.
“Nervous?” Eddie asked, smirking.
“No shit, man.” Cedric sighed, leaning against the wall of the club.
Eddie walked up next to Cedric. “Can’t say I blame you. Fuck, I mean this is a pretty big step for you little shits. “
“Fuck man, I’m like that Eminem song right now.” Cedric said.
“Boy, you ever mention that motherfucker again ‘round this place and imma slap the silly out of you.” Eddie jokingly threatened.
Cedric let out a groaning exhale and covered his face, beginning to rub it repeatedly. “Well…don’t know what else I can compare it to, Eddie. Like…my band’s my world, man. And if I let ‘em down, I don’t think I could ever forgive myself for it.”
Eddie took a deep breath as if he was contemplating something, then walked in front of Cedric.
“Well…I got something that might help you out a bit.” Eddie said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a glass spice bottle filled with some mystery liquid.
“…Lean?” Cedric asked in exasperation. “Dude I can’t be getting hooked on drugs THIS early in my career.”
“No no no! This ain’t lean! The guy I bought it from said it was supposed to boost somebody’s confidence and showmanship or some shit.”
“You really trust that shit, Eddie?”
“Look bitch, I was drunk when I bought it, and right now I think you don’t have much else to stand on.”
Cedric facepalmed and sighed. “Fucks sake- Alright give me the shit.” Cedric then held his palm out for Eddie to give him the shit. Cedric almost immediately unscrewed the lid and downed the mystery liquid. It tasted vaguely like a grape slushie.
“…I don’t feel anything.” Cedric said after a few seconds.
“Well you can’t expect it to work instantly, idiot. Shit like that takes a while, and you still have an hour before your band goes on. That’s plenty of time.”
Cedric huffed and nodded. “Alright…thanks Eddie.”
“Don’t mention it. Now go kick ass.” Eddie said as he walked off.
Cedric turned back towards the door to the club and hyped himself up for another few minutes before finally forcing himself to go in. He quickly made his way to the backstage area where his and a couple other bands were getting ready to go on.
“’Ey there he is! Cedric, over here!” A familiar voice called out to Cedric from the far right corner of the room. Cedric looked over to see Bird of Gehenna’s backup guitarist/singer, Adam Blaise waving him down.
A small smile spread over Cedric’s face as he sauntered his way over to where his band was sitting and sat down with them.
“The hell took you so long, dude?” Paige Ellis (Drummer) asked.
“Sorry guys, I’ve been really fucking nervous about tonight-“ He tried to respond, only to be cut off by the band’s keyboard player, Jonas Cottage.
“Hey man, even if we bomb, there’s no way we can do as bad as THAT.” Jonas motioned to the wall, through which the band could hear a muffled, cacophonic cover of Helter Skelter.
“…Isn’t that Bob Lukas? The fucker who sang for Cockfucker 49?” Cedric asked.
“…Shit, I knew I recognized that voice.” Jonas respnded.
“Fuck…he fell off THIS hard?” Paige sighed, shaking her head.
“Fuck, guess so. Man…remember when I used to listen to CF-49’s shit in Middle School. Suck Me All Plight Long was my JAM, man.” Adam spoke wistfully.
Paige gave Adam a weird look. “How the fuck did you manage to listen to their shit in Middle School?” She questioned.
“America.” Adam answered.
“Fair enough.”
It was right then that Cedric’s body temperature suddenly spiked. He began to sweat heavily as the color drained out of his face, making him look as pale as a ghost. This would not go unnoticed by his bandmates.
“Cedric? You alright, man?” Jonas spoke up first.
Cedric tugged on his shirt collar a bit, trying to let some air in. “Is it uh…really hot in here o-or is it just me?”
The other bandmates all stared at Cedric, deep concern plastered across their faces.
Paige was the next to voice her concern. “Do we need to cancel tonight-“
“NO! I-I mean, no, I’m fine-“ Cedric tried to interject, but his sudden sick feeling, combined with a sudden, large amount of pressure building up just above his rear fogged his mind up significantly.
“I-I just need to- I’ll be right back.” Cedric heaved himself to his feet and hauled himself all the way to the backstage bathroom where he pressed his whole body against the door. Cedric’s breaths were heavy and heaving, and the pressure from his backside was only getting worse and worse. He could feel whatever was going on back there beginning to push against his pants, and the door.
Letting out a muffled cry of pain, Cedric pushed himself to turn around, and the moment he had fully done so, the sound of fabric tearing pierced his ears as the pressure finally relieved.
Cedric’s blood ran cold. What the fuck had that old bitch given him?! Cedric hesitantly maneuvered his body around so he could look down at lower back, and that’s when he saw something extremely disturbing.
A long plume of tail feathers. They were a mixture of purples, blacks, and dark greens, and all folded up into one large bunch like a line, like a peacock’s fan.
Cedric whimpered a lot more loudly than he’d like to admit, and his mind instinctively wandered to unfanning the tail feathers, and subsequently they did just that. Cedric’s eyes widened in horror and he shook the fan around. Indeed, it was attached to his body.
“What the fuck…?! What the fuck?!” Cedric whimpered. His knees buckled soon afterwards, and he was forced to hold onto the bathroom sink to keep himself from falling over.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Eddie…!” Cedric cried through clenched teeth.
Cedric’s thighs and knees began to burn and itch. Cedric sucked in air through his teeth and furiously scratched them in a desperate attempt to assuage it, and eventually it stopped, but now a new feeling hit him. It felt like his upper-legs were really hairy. Like REALLY hairy. So hairy that it was pressing up against his jeans.
Cedric gulped and pulled his pants down to see what was going on, and upon seeing that his legs were now covered in a thick layer of feathers, all the same colors as his tail feathers (They were in a zig-zaggy, striped pattern) he immediately snatched his pants back up and yelped loudly.
“What’s happening to me-?! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” In his panic, Cedric’s arm ended up flailing into a bottle of hand soap which fell into the toilet.
“Augh fuck-AGGGH-!” Cedric was hit with another odd feeling. This time of extreme dryness, now in his legs below his knees. Panting heavily, Cedric lifted up his pant leg. There he was met with the sight of his skin turning a deep gray, then said skin bulging out into crepey scales.
“What the f-fuck?! A-Am I turning into a fucking bird-?!” Cedric remarked. Right then, he could feel his feet aching, and at this point, Cedric fully fell onto his ass. Thankfully this was the backstage bathroom so the floor wasn’t covered in piss and vomit.
Cedric felt his shoes getting tight around his feet, and he could feel what he guessed were his toenails pressing against the seams. He let out one more cry of discomfort and pain as his growing talons popped the soles right off his shoes. The pressure was finally relieved, but Cedric now had to deal with the fact that he had grown whole fucking talons.
He plopped them down on the cold, smooth floor, then clutched his head and began shaking it rapidly. Trying to both stabilize himself, and wake himself up from what he hoped was just a bad dream.
Unfortunately, it was not in fact, just a bad dream.
The same burning and itching from before began to surface on Cedric’s torso, and immediately he threw his shirt and jacket off and got to work attempting to pluck the feathers out as they grew. Each one he plucked sent a sting of pain through his whole torso, and no matter how many he seemed to pluck, several more would grow in their place, and eventually the feathers had climbed up to his shoulders and were now making their way down his arms. Cedric soon gave up trying to pluck them and just covered his ears as if that would do anything.
Once the feathers reached his hands, Cedric’s fingers all fused into one another, turning his hands into a rounded point at the end of his arms. Cedric was so afraid by this point that he could barely scream.
The feathers quickly subsumed his arms entirely, and Cedric soon felt a bunch of pricking in the areas his fingers used to be in. He let out a noise of concern and held his newly-formed wings in front of his face, where he got to watch as five feathers that were much longer than his others formed on each wingtip, resembling fingers and thumbs, giving him the appearance of wing-like arms/hands.
Cedric flexed his feather-fingers repeatedly, mentally noting how airy and oddly dexterous they felt. He supposed he’d still be able to hold stuff with them at least.
Cedric’s hair began to tickle as the strands began to accumulate into a brilliant crest of feathers. The tips of which were a dark purple, and transitioned into an equally dark green at the base like a gradient. Following that, his face was entirely covered in purple feathers like his torso was.
“Fucking shit-! Ugh- Is it over yet…?!” Cedric wondered aloud. Fortunately for him, he only had to go through one more change before it would be done.
That change would come when his top teeth began to fuse into each other, followed by his bottom teeth doing the same. His teeth ached horrifically as they grew right out of his mouth, forcing his lips and nose to recede into nothing as his upper teeth grew up his face, consuming what was once his nose and mouth area. Once his teeth had grown out a few inches -to the point where Cedric could see it clearly in front of his face- they curved downwards a little bit at the edge, and two thin slits appeared on either side of the top teeth, leaving Cedric with a fully formed beak. Mercifully, his transformation was finally done.
Trembling, Cedric got to his talons and looked at himself in the mirror…he felt…heavy, and also…handsome? He guessed that came with the territory of being a peacock now…but nevermind that, how the fuck was he supposed to go onstage looking like this?! Wasn’t that fucking bootleg lean supposed to boost his confidence or whatever? Not turn him into whatever the fuck this was?!
Cedric’s fear spiked further once he heard a knock on the door.
“Cedriiiiiic? Are you alright in there? We’re getting really worried!” Paige huffed.
“Uh…Um…guys…I-I’m gonna open the door…uh…p-promise me you won’t scream-“ Cedric murmured as his wing-hand gripped the doorknob.
Jonas piped up next. “Why the hell would we scream-“ And then Cedric fully opened the door, and his bandmates got a full look at the peacock thing he’d become. “-Oh that’s why!”
Cedric stood there awkwardly and nervously as he waited for his bandmates to scream, run away, try and subdue him, ask him who he was and what he did with Cedric, anything. But instead:
“…Damn, you look cool as fuck.” Paige marveled.
“Wh- Huh?!” Cedric sputtered, dumbfounded.
“Yeah, no joke man, you look awesome, how the fuck’d this happen?” Adam asked.
“uhhhh-“ Cedric was NOT expecting this warm a reception to his new self. “Uh….Eddie gave me like this…dollar store Lean shit, and…now I’m a fucking bird.”
“Ohhhh that explains it. Eddie’s up to his bullshit again.” Jonas nodded.
“Where the fuck does he even get this shit?” Adam inquired, shaking his head.
Cedric covered part of his face with one wing. “I don’t know…I…you guys really like this?” Cedric still was stunned his bandmates were all for this.
“Well yeah! Hell, it even ties into our band name!” Jonas cheered.
“You’re like an inverse bird of paradise. A…Biiiird of Geheeeena aaaaayy?” Adam pointed out, spreading his hands out in an arch.
“Oh shut up, asshole.” Cedric chuckled as he picked his jacket back up and put it back on.
“You uh…still going to be able to play guitar with uh…wings?” Paige questioned.
“I think so…don’t know how but I don’t think we should question it.”
“Yeah, fair.”
With all that done, Bird of Gehenna went back to the backstage lobby and resumed getting ready for their performance…
With the roaring crowd of about 19 drunk conservative uncles cheering hellasciously behind them, Bird of Gehenna stumbled backstage and began loudly screaming and cheering in excitement. Their song had been an absolute hit! (By a Rock Club’s standards at least) The four of them repeatedly high-fived and gave each other chest-bumps until Cedric fell flat on his ass. Everyone began laughing about it as they helped him back to his talons.
“THAT WAS FUCKING ACE!” Jonas screamed.
“FUCK YEAH MAN WE’RE GONNA HIT IT SO BIG WE’LL BE A DEVIANTART PAGE!” Adam added.
“Helllllo there uh, Bird of Gehenna.” A middle-aged man’s voice rang out from behind the band, and they all turned around to see a man in a disheveled suit who was clearly drunk.
“Now, I may…be shitfaced out of my *hic* mind righttt now but *Hic* I-I can *hic* spot a- see a s- see a go- spot a good band when I hear it.” He slurred.
“Uh..who are you?” Paige asked.
“The name’s *hic* Bill Mashtershon of CockSucker- I-I mean CocqueSuckour Records, and I must say, that was an excellent performance you all put on. Y-u- You uh- *hic* all played your instruments very well, and bird man…” Bill said, pointing to Cedric, who tensed up a bit.
“I must say you- you’re whole peacock thin- *hic* thing ish really good. The way you *hic* opened with your tail feathsers to- uh- to the audience, then shpun around and did that bird strut when you did that sholo, it was *hic* great.”
“Uh…th-thank you.” Cedric responded awkwardly.
Bill then pulled out a business card and handed it to Cedric. “Y-You guysh gue- gi- *hic* guve- g-gibe-give me a call once I shleep this shit off and I’ll see about getting you a record deal.”
Bill then stumbled away.
“…You think this is legit?” Adam asked.
Cedric didn’t respond and looked down at the card. It looked pretty official…and it couldn’t hurt to try it out, right?
Cedric smiled widely. He and his friends were finally gonna hit it big…Cedric made a mental note to thank Eddie for that Lean the next time he saw him…
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