A moogle panted heavily, taking a short break right in front of a train. He held with him in one hand a rolled up sheet of paper, a degree in mathematics, and in another hand he held his train ticket. He couldn't believe for a moment the train was full, yet the only ticket he could get was for the storage room, and it was the last train that was leaving for his home town for a week, so he HAD to take it. He spent every last gil he had on this ticket, sold to him by a familiar brown colored anthro horse that he swore he met more than a few times before.

Questions for later. For now, the moogle had to get to the train before it left. He picked up his feet inside of his brown shoes and rushed down the dirt track. His blue pompom wobbled up and down while his purple coat and yellow striped scarf waved in the breeze behind him. "Wait!" He called out, unsure what good that would do. He saw a strong bullish anthro beginning to remove the ramps to the train, an indication that the train was going to be leaving soon. "Don't leave without me!" He waved his ticket out in front of him as he rushed to the train. He tripped over his own two feet and faceplanted into the dirt, right in front of the storage cart of the train. He continued to hold his ticket high into the air, and then pulled his head up. "I've got a ticket."

"A ticket to using the play dead emote rather well I see." The buff anthro replied. He plucked the ticket from the moogle's hand, and let out a laugh. "Well, it's in order, but holy crap. Are you SURE that's your ticket? Cargo hold, location A2? I was expecting this to be..."

"I know what it is." The moogle raised his head covered in dirt. He pulled himself off the ground and dusted his striped top off, as well as his striped leggings and not striped shorts. "Look, it was the only thing I could get on such short notice. Can I get on there? I know where I'm going." Cargo holds weren't comfortable by any means, but without gil, the rest of the train filled, and no other train leaving for his town anytime soon, he had little choice.

The bull anthro let out a deep grunt, and then a sigh. He glanced at the train, and then at the moogle. "Well, Erakir. If your name is the same on the ticket that is, yeah. Get going, you know where your... seat is."

With a smile and a nod, Erakir rushed through the double doors, only for the bull man to close and lock them immediately after. The scent of feathers, farm, and waste filled the air. Erakir knew what kind of cargo hold he was in, and while he absolutely detested it, he'd get home. He'd just get home a little smelly.

The cargo hold looked like a horse barn, except instead of the neighs and whinnies of horses, kwehs and warks filled the air with feathers of all colors, though yellow being the most prominent. Erakir was in the cargo hold filled to the brim with chocobos. Each chocobo was in their own stall, and with the exception of one stall, they were filled. Erakir knew who's stall that was for, as there was the stall name 'A2' slapped on the door.

"I really got a chocobo stall." Erakir said to himself. Part of him wondered what would happen if he just tried to smuggle his way on instead. He'd probably save himself a ton of gil and get the exact same stall anyways. He casually walked into the stall and shut the door. He was so short that only his pompom stuck out from the top of the door while the rest of his body hid from the outside. He tossed himself down on the hay floor beneath him and glanced up at the dirty wooden ceiling. 'How does a ceiling get claw marks?' He pondered.
"Heh, I also really could have just snuck on this train as a stowaway. Note for next time." He added.

With a sudden jolt that shook the entire cabin, Erakir knew the train was beginning to take off. He could hear the noise, and with a light sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper. Not only was he expected to be these chocobo's roommate for the long haul back home, but he had to take care of them! The chores were incredibly basic at the very least, but they would charge him additional gil if he failed to perform his tasks, gil he knew he couldn't afford.

Erakir decided to lay in the hay a bit longer. The ground wasn't what he'd describe as comfortable, but he had hours to take care of the various chocobos. He heard the cries of kwehs and warks from the nervous birds, but that was just natural for animals to be so afraid of being transported on a massive vessel. It wasn't as if they had a... Erakir wished he remembered the kinds of food they ate. He turned his head to the right, and blinked as he saw one of the many vegetables chocobos did eat, one that resembled a carrot, but he couldn't quite recall the name.

"I always wondered what they tasted like." Erakir grabbed the carrot and gave it a sniff. The carrot smelled... exactly like a vegetable, one that was largely odorless but had a hint of bitterness to the taste. He couldn't imagine chocobos liking this stuff, but with a curious smile, he took a nibble, and then his white furry face immediately turned green.

At the front of the train...
The conductor jumped at the sound of a massive "BLECH!" noise that came from a certain moogle. He quickly turned his head to the shut door, and then glanced back at the controls. With a shrug, he just went back to steering the train.

At the back of the train in the cargo hold, Erakir quickly tossed the carrot into the other stall. He heard the happy kweh of the chocobo that wasted no time in eating it. He couldn't believe Chocobos liked that sort of stuff! He got up, opened the stall, and then decided to start his work taking care of the chocobos with no further hesitation. He had delayed enough. Plus he could maybe find something to get rid of that horrible bitter taste that made him want to swear 'kupo nuts' aloud.

Erakir opened up the first stall and stared up at the yellow chocobo looking back down at him. He tilted his head while he looked up at the chocobo. The creature seemed to have the eyes of an intelligence more than that of the birds he'd seen. "Let's see." He turned to the now open gate and saw a brown container that was empty. "What kind of greens do you eat?" He poked his head outside the stall and saw a container of greens in the back, a massive amount of green herbs bundled up. "That'll work."

Just before Erakir could get out of the stall, the Chocobo bit his beak down on Erakir's jacket and gave it a yank. The chocobo wasn't strong, but the unexpected pull was enough to drag the moogle into the stall.

Erakir's eyes widened as he felt the beak press up against him. "What th-" He couldn't react in time before the nameless chocobo just pulled him back into the stall. "Gah!" He wiggled free from the yellow bird's grasp, but it required leaving his jacket behind. "Crazy bird." He closed the stall and, with a roll of his eyes, he walked into the back and grabbed a large handful of greens. He'd still hold onto his degree in his other hand, proudly at that. 
The greens were as long as his arm, but almost as thin as a blade of grass. Like with the carrot before, he gave the greens a whiff, and they smelled... much better than the carrot. He'd never be caught eating these greens, but there was a strong earthy scent that resonated from them and made his body feel oddly... hot. "Totally blame the bird for this."

Erakir walked back to the stall with his eyes on the ground and his body feeling strangely hot. He tossed the handful of greens in the basket, and watched the now happy chocobo get to eating, though the chocobo's big thick claws stepped on Erakir's jacket, making it nearly impossible for him to retrieve it.

'Go figure.' The moogle knew while the chocobo ate, now would be a good time to clean the chocobo's pen. Hay littered the pen, and the scent was... strangely pleasant to Erakir. Moreover, he continued to feel hotter and hotter underneath his outfit. He just figured it must have been the cargo hold that set a high temperature for the birds to be comfortable, not that he really knew what a comfortable temperature for chocobos were.

With a light sigh, Erakir took off his shoes and tossed them into the stable that was marked as his. He was not only hot, but those shoes felt very uncomfortable. He glanced at his feet and wiggled his moogle toes with a smile. "Heh, orange moogle toes, that's so... wait... orange?" He slowly raised his head to see the orange talons of the chocobo, one too busy eating, and then back down at his toes. He was a moogle covered in white fur, not orange! "The heck?" Unable to resist his curiosity, he pulled off his pants and noticed the orange crawled up his legs, all the way to his furry crotch, but not an inch beyond that. "Why is it all orange down there?" Sure, he'd fallen in dirt, but that was no reason to get orange legs.

The chocobo suddenly raised it's head with a curious "Wark?" And glanced down at Erakir with a mouthful of greens. It swallowed up the greens and then grabbed Erakir's top. It then raised it's head while clamped down on Erakir's shirt.

"H-hey! Stupid bird, stop it!" Erakir was never a fan of chocobos, especially being so close to one! The bird lifted him off the ground as if Erakir were nothing but a child and the chocobo were his mother. With large kicks and flailing his arms, he freed himself from the chocobo's grasp, but at the cost of falling out from his shirt and onto the ground with a thud. With the exception of his underwear, the moogle was entirely naked. "Darn bird! I'm getting my clothes back and locking myself in my stall!"
Despite his sudden nudity, he was still so hot. Still, he had to maintain some kind of dignity. He jumped and grabbed his shirt, and pulled firmly.

The chocobo glared down at Erakir and pulled back. It let out a muffled "Kweh!" and pulled firmly up.

The chocobo may have had height, but Erakir had something the chocobo didn't have, and that was a pair of thumbs! He tried to grip the shirt firmly with those thumbs, only to find he couldn't? He glanced down at his hands and saw a lack of thumbs, but definitely a yellowing of his fur. The shock was enough to cause him to release the shirt in surprise. "Ack! Okay, orange legs and yellow fur?" Now he had a perfectly good reason to panic. He was no longer as concerned about his clothes as he was the strange changes in his body. His degree fluttered to the floor in the pen, but he was oblivious to it as he had much bigger problems to deal with, literally.

The chocobo fell back in surprise. Erakir's shirt flung up in the air before it fluttered down the chocobo's neck. "Kweh?" The chocobo tilted its head as the shirt went down to its torso. It couldn't get its wings through the armholes, but it tilted its head to the left and spread its wings with a happy "Wark!" and a glee on its face.

"Yeah, that makes one of us." Erakir muttered before he glanced down at his body. The yellowing of his hands were spreading down the rest of his paws and to his elbows. Moreover, he was still feeling so hot and bothered. "Ugh. I just need a cock in me." He added, and then paused. "Wait, what? I mean... erm..." He turned to the stall door. "I think it's time for me to head out to my stall, have fun with my clothes."
With a nervous grin up at the chocobo, he walked to the stall door, only for it to not only slam in front of him as the train hit a bump, but he heard a 'click' noise from it as well, and he knew what that meant.
"Oh, kupo nuts."

The chocobo that now had Erakir's shirt looked down at the moogle with a glint in their dark eyes. With a happy Kweh, it leaned down and gave Erakir a nudge, pushing him onto all fours. The chocobo then grabbed Erakir's underwear with his beak and gave a firm tug.

'Chocobo's can't be this smart, no way.' Erakir wasn't sure if he should struggle against the yellow bird or not. If he pulled away from the chocobo, the creature would pull his underwear clean from his body. If he moved to the chocobo though, then he might keep his underwear, but he'd be closer to that chocobo's crotch. He could even pick up a strange salty scent from the bird, something he hadn't smelled in chocobos before, but he had heard a farmer talk about it before. Chocobos would emit a unique scent indicating they wanted to breed, something that smelled like a smelly onion to most, and that was the scent Erakir was picking up on from the chocobo.

With a happy muffled wark, the chocobo raised his head and took Erakir's underwear with him, effectively giving the moogle a wedgie. It bobbed its head up and down, wagging Erakir with him, as if trying to shake the moogle out of his underwear. "Kweh!" It shouted.

"I'm not getting out of my underwear!" It was a wild ride. Not even the flapping of Erakir's wings was enough to get this chocobo under control. He couldn't reach back to get him to stop either. With one wild swing, Erakir was thrust out of his underwear, spun 360 degrees in the air, and landed on his bare feathery butt on the ground below.
'Wait, feathery?' Erakir thought as he double checked the feeling of his rear. He turned around and saw, not the behind of a moogle, but chocobo feathers growing out from him instead. "KWEH!" He slapped his mouth shut, and then glanced up at the chocobo.

The chocobo looked back down at Erakir with a happy look on its eyes. It tossed his underwear away and then quickly rushed Erakir. The chocobo's size was easily enough to slam Erakir into the closed gate with the moogle's head on his chest, though the chocobo thrust its hips to Erakir, letting the moogle feel it press... something against his back, something warm, hard, and throbbing.

Erakir couldn't control the chocobo. It was as if the moogle had little strength to wrestle against the bird. The chocobo was definitely larger than he was, so much so that the chocobo would have had little problems sitting atop of Erakir like a hen in a nest if it so desired. In fact, it felt as if it were trying to wrestle Erakir to the ground with the chocobo's cock pressing up against the moogle's back, and pushing downward. Erakir's own shaft throbbed and pulsed with it, but with an alien excitement. Chocobos were not something that turned him on, at least normally. "S-stop!" He clawed at the wall furiously, trying to climb up and flap his wings, but the chocobo's size kept them behind his back. He could feel an itchy sensation on his body as more feathers replaced his fur.
Something Erakir hadn't realized was that his degree was also on the ground. He hadn't even realized that he dropped it while trying to deal with this chocobo. He saw the rolled up sheet of paper on the ground, yet he couldn't reach for it with the chocobo pinning him down. Worse yet, he could feel his body changing and shifting underneath the chocobo's weight. The bird wasn't even moving, yet he felt the bird's cock press up against his rear.

"Wark!" the chocobo cried out happily. It moved its own rear back, not to pull away from Erakir, but to do something else. It had a look of determination on its face as it looked down at Erakir. It's beak was incapable of making any emotion, but the eyes were clear what it wanted, and what it was going to do to the moogle.

Erakir took the chance when the chocobo raised itself to crawl away, although for a very brief moment, he had a feeling that he didn't want to do that, as if he desired that chocobo's cock, but he'd deny it if asked. Still, while he was able to crawl away far enough that the chocobo didn't thrust into his ass, the chocobo was still fast enough that it brushed his shaft against Erakir's ass, and with a shivering moan, the moogle felt himself orgasm on the floor. His paws gripped the ground as he came, and with every pulse of his seed that flowed through his cock, his arms shrank a bit more while his feet converted into small claws.
Despite the sudden orgasm, he tried to pull himself up only to find his arms had become so weak and tiny that he couldn't even use them anymore. His feet on the other hand, bent strangely and allowed him to get up, though he was no farther from the chocobo than he was before. "I... I have to get away." He said with a groan. His own voice filled with uncertainty, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to run away from the warking bird.
Not that he could escape with the gate shut anyways. As he pulled himself up though, he slowly came to realize he was taller than he last was, and his butt pulled itself back along with his shaft. He couldn't see it, but his sex was much smaller than it was before, less than half of its original size.

The chocobo let out a coo noise, a noise that chocobos often didn't let out unless they were curious or ready to get into mating. The chocobo walked to the side of Erakir and gave him a nudge. While the chocobo seemed to try to be gentle, he pushed with enough force to cause the moogle to stumble. With Erakir's changing feet, it wasn't a hard task to make the moogle trip over himself.

Erakir fell on his back with a surprised wark noise, the noise of a chocobo. He wanted to cover his mouth again, but his arms stuck at his sides. His wings melded into his back, and his pompom dangled in front of him, though it seemed so out of place now. He glanced down at his body and saw his entire torso taking on yellow itchy chocobo feathers. As if on instinct, he leaned down and tried to 'bite' into the feathers before he realized what he was doing and pulled back, his lips now a yellow color of a beak. "Wa-war-wait. I'm not a...not a chocobo!" Yet he could smell the male chocobo's desire for him. Worse yet, he almost wanted the chocobo to mount his new growing bird ass. He managed to stand up, but he heard several cracking noises from his legs as they thinned out. His legs were the only things that didn't have feathers, but instead looked more like dark orange colored bird legs, the legs a chocobo would have. He turned away from the chocobo and tried to jump out and flap his transforming arms. Most of his arms had sunk into his rounding torso with the exception of his hands, but his hands looked a lot more like large chocobo wings that were expanding on his sides. He tried to use them to flap, but it was barely helping.

The chocobo let out another coo noise and pushed its beak against Erakir's rear before it pulled back, and then let out a wark noise. It flapped its wings and tried to mount on top of Erakir again.

Erakir saw that he was about half the chocobo's size, so he could wrestle against him better than when he was less than half that, but he had to fight with his own mentality to resist mating with this chocobo. The more he was transforming, the more he desired him. His tail feathers were already raised, seemingly permanently and showed off his rear and changing cock to those that looked back at it. He had a thin layer of feathers growing to cover them, but it mattered little. The chocobo pounced atop Erakir and Erakir let out a wark as he fell to the ground again, this time in a sitting position and unable to get up. He had never seen chocobos mate, and he didn't want to know how, but he had a strong feeling this bird was going to be his teacher!

The chocobo kept Erakir pinned down while he sat atop of him. The chocobo was able to use its legs to keep Erakir's torso pinned with half of him pinning Erakir. The chocobo bent it's rear downward to Erakir and pushed it's cock up against his back. It clearly wanted to penetrate Erakir's changing body, but the moogle hadn't bent his rear upwards to meet the chocobo's own.

Erakir found himself bending upwards in the direction the chocobo wanted though. He could only picture it like chickens mating. His cock let out another spurt of cum, and when he opened his mouth to moan, it came out as a soft "Kweh." noise. His cock shrank bit by bit as it emptied itself and turned into a chocobo cunt, one he, now 'she' could smell, and she knew she was in heat, desiring the chocobo atop her. She hadn't fully transformed into a chocobo yet, but this male chocobo was not helping her change into a moogle. Her mind raced with several questions. Why was she changing into a chocobo? Why wasn't this chocobo fucking her yet? Who was changing her into a chocobo? Why wasn't this chocobo fucking her yet? Would his patreon to Myu get canceled automatically? Why wasn't this chocobo fucking her yet? Why wasn't this chocobo fucking her yet? Erakir bent her rear up almost instinctively, feeling the chocobo's cock up against her growing feathers the entire time. She cooed back to the chocobo while her mind wrestled with itself.

The male chocobo reached down and nuzzled Erakir's nose while it thrust it's cock into Erakir's awaiting new vagina. The chocobo cock a perfect fit for the new chocobo cunt of Erakir's. All that was left of Erakir's manhood spurted out the moment the chocobo penetrated her. While Erakir had no large tits, chocobo's never needed them anyways.

Erakir's torso continued to plump out while her neck slowly grew. She was still confused about her gender, though calling herself a 'her' felt more right than calling herself a male. Her nose and lips fused and hardened and she nuzzled the male chocobo back. The penetration of that cock in her cunt felt so good and right. What was she worried about again? She blinked slowly as her eyes began to turn black. She glanced down and noticed the sheet of paper rolled up on the ground and noticed the degree she worked so hard to get. The degree brought her out of it momentarily, but the sensation of the heavy chocobo on her made it hard to focus. "Kweh. Got to... wark... get out." Her pompom wagged up and down in front of her, as if to remind her that she wasn't a chocobo. Her degree on the ground told her of her intelligence. She put an orange colored talon down on it and spread the paper open to see her name, Erakir, written on it in the Eorzean language. She had to fight it. The pleasure was immense, but so was her will!

The chocobo let out a happy wark and nuzzled Erakir's growing neck. The chocobo cooed as it tilted its head down Erakir's neck, and then moved back up slowly. It felt as if the bird was stretching out his neck more and more. It would occasionally use its beak to prune at Erakir's growing feathers, all while thrusting it's rear up and down, mimicking perfectly the motions of humping and pumping Erakir's new sex. The chocobo then grabbed Erakir's pompom and plucked it off her head as if it were nothing more than a flower. He casually opened his beak and let the pompom flutter to the ground.

Erakir could feel her body changing with every hump. Her pompom was plucked from her head as if it were nothing. She didn't even feel it get removed from her head! Little by little, her body grew until her size was just a bit smaller than the chocobo above her, but the two looked very similar otherwise. With the exception of their sizes and sex, it would have been hard to tell them apart. At least, besides their eyes, but even that was changing from the moogle. The chocobo also wore Erakir's old shirt, though it didn't care about that.
'Y-yes... fill me with little choco babies.' Erakir thought as her mind slowly slipped. It was hard to maintain her grip on what she once was when the sex felt so good.

The chocobo let out a happy cry, as if it heard Erakir's thoughts. With every pump, it was closer and closer. The chocobo had no testicles on the exterior to speak of, but it wasn't long before it orgasmed, filling Erakir's new transformed female chocobo body with plenty of seed.

Erakir would find her body didn't just transform on the outside, but she was very capable of becoming pregnant with that chocobo's babies, not that she would care. She came back happily with a wark, cumming with the chocobo and wiggling her feathery rear. Maybe she was once something else, but it didn't matter. With every pump of the chocobo's cum in her, her intelligence drained as her eyes turned as black as the chocobo above her. She was a happy dumb little chocobo, and that's all that mattered now.

A few hours later, the train slowly came to a stop. The doors to the cargo hold open, and a male moogle walked on board. He opened up an empty stall and saw nothing, and then he noticed the two chocobos in the stall on the opposite side.
"Erakir! Sheesh. What happened to you? You must have got hit with the train's protection spell by accident. You bought your ticket from a scalper, didn't you?" The moogle opened up the stall where there were two chocobos. With a frustrated sigh, he wrapped a harness around the chocobo that had a shirt on it and pulled it out of the stall before shutting it and walking out of the train. "Come on, we'll find a way to get you transformed back, I guess."

Erakir let out a wark and watched her partner, the male chocobo she never knew the name of, get pulled away by this moogle. There was something about the moogle that Erakir should have known about, but she had no idea. She was a dumb happy bird after all.

Another thirty minutes later, a man walked in wearing a wooden chocobo mask. They also had a yellow top with brown bottoms decorated with chocobo eggs. It was hard to see the man's face, but at the sight of Erakir, a smile could be felt from underneath the mask. "Ah good, my chocobo has finally arrived!" He said happily, but paused. "Hm, I swore I requested a male one to mate with Chess. Ah well, we'll find you a good stud." He attached a harness around the female Erakir. "Come on, let's go." He opened up the stall, hopped onto Erakir's chocobo body, and signaled for her to start walking, offering her greens while doing so.

With a happy wark, Erakir left the stall. Her talons kicked aside a tattered sheet of paper, something that was important to a moogle once, even with their name written on it, but it was reduced to nothing but a pile of torn papers. Paper didn't matter to Erakir. She leaned down and took the greens in her beak, munching on the tasty treats happily as she walked out of the train to start her new life. She hoped there'd be lots of mating involved, and as she saw the chocobo farm, including a female red chocobo currently mounted by a black chocobo, she knew she was going to get exactly what she desired.
