TF 1000 by FakeMan

TF 1000

FakeMan, 22 stories, Contest, Just about everything, Transformation

None of these stories were written by me!

These are 22 short transformation stores by various authors. All of these were submissions for my contest: to write a complete TF story in 1000 words. All stories are posted with the permissions of their authors. Thanks to everyone who participated!

Make sure to leave favs and comments on the originals!

Winners will be posted on my journal tomorrow!

TF 1000

A Collection of Short Transformations

Contains works that are unsuitable for readers under the age of 18. All works contained herein are the sole properties of their creators.

-Foreword - Although freedom is valued highly by people the world over, sometimes limits are the best way to make truly interesting art. When confronted with a blank canvas that could stretch the size of the universe, it can be hard to find a place to start. But if you reduce the canvas to the miniscule size of 1000 words, dimensions that would make a Flemish painter squint, you will find that the problem reverses itself, and you no longer know how to make the words stop.

This compilation is the collective work from people of all stripes that share a common passion for the theme of transformation. Inside you will find stories that make the wildly exotic seem commonplace, and the most banal bloom into a wild fantasia. I offer my deepest thanks to all of those who participated, and am in titillated awe that there are so many who share an interest in writing and the theme of changing from one thing to another.

To you, dear reader, I have only one request. If you find that any of the following stories tickle your fancy, then please let the authors know. The internet can seem like a vast cold wasteland sometimes, but there is nothing more bracing and invigorating than knowing that someone out there has found one of the bottles that you keep rolling your thoughts into and setting out to drift out on the digital waves. So enjoy yourselves, and let's keep this community awesome. -FakeMan

TABLE OF CONTENTS -

His - By Kybal_Lutra 3

Trophy Rack - By Xerox2 7

Voices - By Raccoon_with_a_pen 10

The Title Counts - By SkiesOfSilver 13

Wisps in the Woods - By Anonomou 17

The Witch's Halloween Costume - By DragonAndWolf 22

One Pumpkin Spice Latte - To Stay - By onewhoknew 26

Hybrids - Rekindled Couple - By Nitter 29

"REMEMBER PUBLIC MODESTY" - by Melliflox 32

Solid Oak Frames - By Nenekiri 36

Dog Doc - By higeman 40

The Experiment - By liminalcoyote 43

A Touch Too Long - By Toucanplay 47

The Machine - by Apsidalmosaic 51

Further - By WhiteArremer 56

Getting Familiar - By Garmore 59

Burble! - By travisbuchanan 63

She Loved Him - By Chezz_studio 67

Blue Fire, A Transformation - By Waters 478 70

Midnight Massacre - By Lupex 74

A bit of this and that and fluff - By Winterdragon 81

Formula For Change - By Astrosecant 84

Xodiac's - - Entry was not posted as per their request

His

By Kybal_Lutra

Story Link -https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21117076/

User Page -https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kyballutra/

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I never realized that this would happen to us.

But here I am, writing words down in a journal I've never used before while he's coming for me, ready to finish changing me into... whatever it is I'm slowly becoming.

I'm not sure I'll even be able to read this once he's done with me, but I need you to know that as of right now, I want this. I want this so incredibly badly that I ache day and night for it to happen.

But I'm scared.

I need to be with him, and I can't fight the compulsion to lose my humanity anymore because holy shit, I want what he's going to give me. I've wanted it for so long now, and it's actually going to happen in just a few minutes. I'm going to get my secret wish granted. How's that for a one-year anniversary present?

He'd been so loving at first, and we'd been so beautiful together. That honeymoon period-- Heh. Honeymoon. Ironic. --had been just that. Blissful and sweet. And then his first change happened, or exploded actually. His humanity fell by the wayside as his beast took over, and he'd ravaged me with his tongue, with his claws, with his cock.

Oh fuck I need his cock in me so badly.

But most of all, he looked at me with those eyes, so bright and yellow and piercing and wild. I couldn't look away from them as he fucked me hard, simultaneously ruining me and healing me with each thrust and every blink of those eyes that were so unabashedly his. I couldn't stop staring. I'd given over to lust completely, yowling out lewdly as he rutted me like a dog in heat.

That's when I knew I'd wanted to be like him. And maybe that had been the moment I gave in completely, when he bit down hard on my shoulder, filling his mouth with my blood and my veins with his curse. His gift to me.

My reward.

Afterwards, we laid together on the floor, me basking in his warmth, him cuddling me like his pup, which, I guess I was at that point. As a beast, he can't talk or communicate, but I can still understand him. When he'd changed back and he explained what he was, I think my mind... I'm not sure what happened. It was impossible for him to be that, for me to see him as that, and yet here I was, having been thoroughly and wildly fucked by that.

And then he told me that that is what I would now become. And still I loved him. He changed me and I loved him all the more because of it. I knew I'd be broken without him, and he'd be lost without me, and so I loved him and stayed.

And then, I began to change.

The fur had been the first thing to appear that week, sprouting from my naked skin with an itch that burned incessantly. My body temperature steadily rose because of the added layer of insulation until I just couldn't bear to put on clothes anymore for fear of overheating. I had the AC on constantly, and I don't even want to think about what my electric bill was. It was freezing in my apartment and still I burned, like I'm burning now, only for a different reason.

I miss his fur against me. It won't be long though now. He's almost here. I'm almost his.

Next came the claws and the ears and the teeth, all at once in the course of an agonizing day, and my body was wracked with painful spasms as they extended and pushed and became like his.

Just like his.

They're beautiful now, and my tongue is hanging out this very moment, panting as I write this and wait for him to finish what he started.

Oh fucking hell I can't stand being here without him anymore.

I can see more, smell more, hear everything I'd missed as a human, and I realize just how lucky I was to have been chosen by him. Had I really been so pathetically boring before? Why had he been drawn to me? Does it matter now?

Do I even care anymore?

My cock had changed next, and I've been insatiable ever since, wrapping my clawed hand around the canine looking length until I rubbed myself raw. And then I'd bent over and fucked my own mouth, using my tongue to lap up my thick seed, still tasting of humanity.

I thought I could last without him then, and I was so wrong. I needed him more than ever, and he'd known all along, patiently waiting until this moment in time.

I'm ready for him, and I have a craving for him to fill me again, to finally complete what he'd begun.

He's at the door now. I can hear his thumping heart beating through the thin wooden barrier. His musk is floating in through the cracks like some sort of aphrodisiac, driving me wild with lust.

I can't write this for much longer. I can't think straight.

Fuck, it's actually going to happen.

My tapered, thick, red, glistening cock is growing out of my furry sheath, leaking, full and eager to let loose the last of my humanity because of him.

My hole is tingling, empty and excited to accept from him what will be the completion of my new form.

He's inside now, standing just behind me. He's running his claws over my furry back, rubbing his cock against the base of my tail. I can feel his hot breath blowing against my twitching ears.

His tongue licks over the scruff of my neck and up my jaw and-

Fuck, he tastes so good to me. Like fire and heat and utter perfection.

I need him.

He wants me.

This is it.

I'm not scared anymore.

I'm his.

Forever.

Trophy Rack

By Xerox2

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21178503/

User Page -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/xerox2/

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"I understand the idea," Barbra conceded, "but did you have to hang it right above our bed?" The freshly taxidermied buck gazed through her with its glass eyes. She stepped to the side. "I can't stand in that spot anymore."

"Shoot, you're lucky I don't edit it into the family photos!" Dale beamed. "Twenty points, honey. Twenty! It's nearly unheard of."

After some back-and-forth, they settled to move it into the living room next week. That night the hunter laid awake in bed and stared up at his prize long after his wife had fallen asleep. Eventually he too drifted off, consciousness mingling with dreams. He watched the head come to life and face down at them. "Hah! Not so big and strong now are you?" he mentally mocked. The creature locked eyes with him, bellowed mournfully, and a searing pain exploded in his head.

He startled awake. The sun hadn't risen yet. The buck's head was as dead as it had been yesterday, but he had a terrible throbbing headache. He stumbled into the bathroom, shut the door, and rummaged through the medicine cabinet for aspirin by touch alone. Frustrated, he flicked on the lights and endured the temporary pain and blindness that came with it.

The aspirin was hiding behind the electric razor. Dale pinched the bottle open, swallowed a few pills, and shut the cabinet. He hated looking in the mirror; vanity was for the beautiful. Usually he just glanced at himself, but this time he did a double take and leaned in. There were two brown protrusions just above his temples. Pain emanated from them. He pulled his hair away to get a better look. The nubs were short but thick and covered in a light fuzz that he instantly recognized. Antler velvet.

"Impossible," he muttered, gripping the boney protrusions. He couldn't budge them. Sure enough, they were extensions of his skull. There was a creaking sound accompanied by a flash of pain as they jolted forward, growing and branching in front of his very eyes. As the two tips became four, the hair he was holding came loose in his hand. Tiny facial hairs dropped like flakes of pepper into the sink until there wasn't a hint of five-o-clock shadow left. "This must be a dream," he said, dipping his head down and splashing himself with cold water. He rubbed and slapped his cheeks, wiping huge swaths of hair away. He didn't wake up, but the next time he looked in the mirror his head was completely bald.

After a brief pause, the antlers rapidly forked again. His ears stretched and pointed just as quickly. The back of his scalp spasmed and dragged them higher up his head. It hurt like someone was pinching and tugging the cartilage. He flexed knots of newly developed muscles and they flopped and swiveled powerfully. He had six points of velvet coated antlers, no hair, and oversized animal ears. The antlers forked again and Dale's nose broadened. The septum grew wider and pulled his nostrils apart as they themselves took on a convoluted shape.

A loud knock on the door shocked him out of a fascinated daze. "Be out in a second!" he shouted. He looked back at himself. Eight points and a big wet nose. Another flash of pain brought two more points as his jaw pushed forward. His lips grew thin and his chin dwindled. His pointed eye teeth clattered to the floor as a gap formed between his molars and front teeth. No way could he face his wife looking like this! He turned to flee through the shower window, but his antler put a hole in the drywall.

He freed himself and stepped forward. Another aching throb signaled more growth. He started seeing both sides of the room at once as his eyes were pushed apart. There were blind spots in his vision until his pupils widened into horizontal ovals. He clamored past the shower curtain to the privacy window, but there was no way he could fit his massive rack through it. He spun around, and his antlers knocked the curtain rod to the ground with a crash. The pounding on the door was frantic. It was extremely difficult to manage his heavy new headgear. He could barely lift his head.

He counted twelve points. A twinge. Fourteen. His forehead shrank. Sixteen. His muzzle violently cracked and pushed forward to completion. A hairless buck's head stared back in the mirror. He turned away, but he could still see it. Another stab of pain. Eighteen points. The muscles in his neck bulged as it lengthened, granting him stability. A dull throb accompanied the growth of two more points for a total of twenty. A million pinpricks washed from his neck to the tips of his ears, and a sea of golden brown fur covered his head. Then it stopped. He gripped the counter, panting with exhaustion. He ran his alien tongue against his unfamiliar teeth. From the shoulders up he was the spitting image of his trophy buck.

The knocking had stopped. Dale gathered his courage and unlocked the door. If only there was some way he could warn his spouse about what she was going to see. He held his breath, pushed the door, and stared into a dark, empty room. No not empty, something was hidden underneath the covers. He turned sideways and awkwardly maneuvered through the doorway. He reached down and slowly pulled back the sheets. There, laying on a pillow, eyes shut, tongue hanging out, was a doe's head. It was Brenda. She was changed, just like him, only instead of sporting a head with a healthy pair of antlers, hers had been replaced with a smaller, unadorned doe's. She blinked her big, beautiful eyes and placed a hand on her husband's cheek. Anxiety melted away. The pair looked up to the prize buck's head and silently agreed to throw it out tomorrow morning.

Voices

By Raccoon_with_a_pen

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21209380/

User Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/raccoonwithapen/

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I wasn't always deaf.

At least that's what they tell me. I had leukemia, and the drugs I took for my chemotherapy destroyed my eardrums. I don't understand the details, but the odds were low for me to hear again.

The good news was that the drugs worked. Cancer free for 20 years. At this point I'm considered cured. Of course, this just meant I had to force my way through a whole new set of problems.

My boyfriend is passing soon, and I'm resting in a tree in the Mall. I should probably be working on preparations for winter, but I can't help myself. There's still a chance I can get a message to him.

I see him coming towards me, and I perk excitedly, scampering down the tree and sitting beside it. He's talking to some girl, and I can feel the tiniest spark of jealousy. It should, of course, be me he's talking to. At the same time, I can't help but still admire his shape. He's tall, with broad shoulders and strong hands. He never played sports in his life, but he certainly looks like he could. Today he's wearing dark green, an excellent color to help bring out black hair and olive skin.

I watch his mouth, trying to understand the words. His expression was dancing, and I could tell he was being charismatic. His expressions were almost cartoonish in their wildness, prancing from laughing joy to a caricature of accusation as he made the girl next to him laugh. My jealousy pushed at me a little harder. His hands, at least, were calm, tucked behind the straps of his backpack. I could tell he was headed for his math class by the way he held his pen, the pep in his step. He was always excited by math.

When I first changed, it was while he was in math. This had been a favorite tree for a long time, a broad pecan that shaded three different walkways with it's huge arms. I was always capable of climbing into the first set of branches, but never much further. The thick trunk was so wide that it created a broad platform you could sit in, though not for very long, unless you wanted back pain. I had always enjoyed high places. From there, I could watch people talking. Watching always seems more interesting than actually hearing what they have to say.

He would always stop by the tree, signing up at me about his most recent class. We would exchange stories, and I would have to jump down and escort him. He always said he needed me to make sure the other girls would stay away.

I stand on haunches, tail flicking excitedly. I try to smile at him from where I perch, right next to my favorite tree. I lift my paws, furred and clawed as they were, to try and sign hello. The paws were a fumbling mess, not built to talk like my old hands. Squirrels were not meant to sign.

My boyfriend's shoes are almost scary as they approach, and the full size of the human beings is suddenly apparent. It always worries me, always makes me think I'll be stepped on. Humans were, though capable of sign, significantly more clumsy than I often found myself in this new form. My tail flicks again, keeping my squirrely balance.

I make the sign for hello once more as my boyfriend neared, looking up with my wide, twitching expression, a hopeful rodent. I rubbed at a whisker, making sure I looked good enough for him. I might be a squirrel now, but I could still look presentable for my boyfriend.

He passes by without looking down.

I make the sign frantically, trying to wave to him. I scramble up the tree and run along the branch, tail waving madly to gather his attention. He doesn't look away from the girl, obviously telling some story.

I stop at the furthest edge of the branch, losing balance in my flailings and hanging from the tip of the wildly shaking bough. My claws dig into the wood and I lift my light body back up, balancing on the very end as it moves up and down.

My eyes were stable, ears perked forward. I watch my boyfriend walk away.

Next time.

The Title Counts

By SkiesOfSilver

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21211587/

User Page -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skiesofsilver/

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It was to be a quick shift, as far as Finley was concerned. Less than half a shift swap and that was it--it was the only reason he'd agreed to it in the first place, especially when he'd gotten off two hours ago.

Or was it three?

The man shook his head and stumbled into the office, his nametag askew and his shirt untucked. He expected a comment from the secretary on shift--someone was on shift, there had to be after the unanticipated variance--but there was nary a sound, not even a soft snort or the clack of disinterested nails on a keyboard.

It was silence, explainable silence because everyone in the institution was exhausted nowadays, but it was not silence

Finley needed. He had nearly fallen asleep driving here. Any interaction, any expenditure of energy by another to engage him would do well to invigorate him.

He was already running short and the shift had yet to begin.

So, Finley turned his head towards the secretary and opened his mouth and yet he did not speak. Instead, his mouth hung open while a spot of drool began to drip from one corner.

There was not a secretary sitting in the chair.

But that wasn't quite right. Lazily leaning back against the chair could've been a secretary or was the secretary--

But it wasn't human. She wasn't human. Instead, there was some sort of bird, albeit humanlike in appearance, and decently clothed as well. A busty gray-white bird humanoid with her beak between her boobs while her scaly blue feet slapped against the ground. Finley stared at her for a moment, wondering idly if he should recognize her species. It seemed so silly, but he thought there might be something humorous to her name.

Finley blinked and took a step back. He hadn't even made it to his first shift and he was already hallucinating.

Second shift. He hadn't even made it to his second shift. Maybe...maybe he needed coffee first.

Finley altered his path. He ignored the sluggish squawk as he made his way down the hallway to the left. He nearly tripped as another squawk followed, but it was not insanity's seeming song that caused him to stumble. Rather, it was something off with his gait, his feet and their fit to his shoes.

Without a thought Finley left his shoes behind and walked with no more trouble. The carpeted floor felt pleasantly warm on his toes, something his heels, raised as they were, couldn't feel. He relished it. Even through his socks, the contact awoke him. Maybe he'd be able to make it to his second shift without falling asleep after all.

He rounded the corner and there it was, the break room with its slightly ajar door. He sniffed the air and barely felt a thing, his nose feeling flat. Instead he flicked out his tongue and laughed in a hissing sort of way as tasted the air.

There was the trace of caffeine, bitterness, and creatures other than he.

Flicking out his tongue yet again, Finley pushed the break room door just the slightest bit and saw that the coffee machine was not alone. There was its usual unusual entourage, a collection of humanoid creatures that gulped and gossiped while Finley stared. Amongst them was a dolphin who occasionally misted vapor from his blowhole, a raccoon with several rings of black sleep deprivation under her already masked eyes, and a bee that drank disgustingly with her proboscis.

It was the dolphin that spotted Finley. The cetacean stared before unleashing a series of clicking calls. Finley staggered back from the discordant sight and sound, placing both hands upon either side of his face while he shut his eyes. Though he only felt unfamiliar flatness and scabrous skin, he ignored these feelings in favor of flight.

A second set of hallucinations couldn't be coincidence but then...what were they? Reality? Insanity? The unexplained variance? It couldn't be either, not really. It was only his second shift and he really wasn't that exhausted. He had truly worked harder before, had gone days without sleep for love and labor. Perhaps he just need the stability of his screen at his workstation. He was nearly there after all, nearly to the end...

Finley scurried away from the break room, eyes still shut and earholes plugged. Whilst he managed to escape the cetacean clicks, his retreat met an unfortunate end as he tripped over something fuzzy and soft. He hissed and heard a yowl as he caught himself, but not before banging his sensitive nostrils against the ground.

His eyes flew open. He stared down at his clawed hands and then shakily got to his feet. Staggering slightly, he moved towards his workstation, ignoring the tomcat in a suit who stared at him crossly. What he couldn't completely ignore, however, was how his pants hung loosely on wide hips causing him to hitch them up, or how something was pushing out while something drew inwards, front and back and back in front.

He was nearly there, nearly to the end and also to a start.

Finley attempted to steady himself on his chair, but found he was already stable, his twitching tail doing what is was meant to. Before he sat, he winced and leaned over, the sinking feeling completing with newfound femininity down below. In the next moment she sat, her scaled breasts jiggling, cerulean cleavage visible within her ill-fitting dress shirt. She shifted her shapely rear about, tail curling around the chair as she leaned forward and stared into the screen. Although she saw her snout at the fringe of her vision and the shaded reflection of a lavender lizardwoman, she let out a soft, hissing sigh and sat back. The variance had vanished. Better yet, she had made it to his second shift, his final shift. She smiled and idly rubbed at a breast. It was over and it had just begun.

Wisps in the Woods

By Anonomou

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21255575/

User Page -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/anonomou/

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Crisp autumn leaves crunched under Conan's dusty boots as he trekked through Seishin Forest. He fumbled briefly with the map he clutched, cursing.

"Of course they handed me an outdated map... they think all tourists are this gullible, don't they? To think, that my ancestors used to pray here..."

He sighed, double-checking the chart and looking up at the conspicuous middle path in front of him.

While the left and right route were present on the loosely detailed paper, all that was present of the centre road was a patch of forest, without a single gap acknowledging it's existence.

There was a moment of silence, punctuated only by the caws of birds in the distance and a single confident crinkle.

"Well, I guess I'll go with the middle one. 'Take the road less travelled by' they say."

He folded the map up into a small square, sliding it into his backpack. Conan proceeded down the middle path and whistled a tuneless jingle, when suddenly, he felt something brush against his shining windswept hair.

He stopped, a cold chill running down his spine as a source of warmth rubbed against his ringed right ear, out of his peripheral vision.

"Kind sir... won't you play with us?"

He spun around, eliciting a short gasp upon seeing that the opening in the densely packed trees had disappeared behind him.

"It'll be fun..."

Streaks of light flew across his vision, gathering and swirling directly in front of him as he stumbled backwards in shock, trembling at the ghostly spectacle.

The ephemeral gleam divided itself into eight wispy balls of flame, circling around the shaking tourist, drops of perspiration falling off his forehead and sinking into the ground.

"P-please, don't hurt me!"

The wisps giggled, floating closer to the tourist, blazing with spectral fire.

"Why would we want to do that? We just want a friend..."

Conan screamed and cried out in pain as the spirits pushed against him, his synapses pulsing in searing agony before all of a sudden, the burning ended as quickly as it started. He opened his tear-filled eyes, only to find that the wisps had disappeared, leaving him alone in the small clearing.

"Where...where did the spirits go?"

A warm, prickling sensation spread across his hands, the bewildered traveller raising them up to his face. Patches of downy silver fur sprouted across the back of his hands, the transforming traveller compulsively bringing his hands together and scratching at the shiny tufts.

"Don't be alarmed."

The familiar voice of the spectral orbs rang out, this time manifesting from his own mind. Despite every part of Conan telling him that this was unnatural, that he had to scream and shout, he could feel a wave of serenity flow over his stressed form, slowing his breathing.

"We are one with you now, our loyal host. Cast aside your bindings, and be freed from your mortal shell."

The tourist nodded absentmindedly, his eyes drifting upwards as he ran his thickening fingertips across the fabric of his hiking clothes, burning them into motes of ash and scattering them away into the winds of the forest. His boots suffered a similar fate, charring black before breaking and dispersing, revealing claw-tipped feet, the same gleaming grey fur spouting over the skin.

Despite being fully exposed to the harsh elements of Japan in fall, Conan sported a mast-like erection, red at the tip. Precum dribbled off of the tip of his shaft, a scent of fresh wood chips and musk seeping into his sniffer.

"Go ahead... Touch, and be freed."

He reached down, his hands now enveloped with gleaming fur that continued to spread up along his arms.

His fingertips ran upwards along his shaft, then stimulating his glans with teasing strokes assisted by the soft leathery pads that had formed on his hands.

"Don't you want it, our loyal vessel? The sweet bliss of release?"

Conan bit his shaded lip, a long tongue licking his canine chops.

"Yes... I desire it! I crave it!"

Tightening his grip, he bucked his hips back and forth, lubricating his reddening manhood with its own sexual fluids. Sultry whispers and gasps escaped from his mouth, each breath extending his tailbone out further from his rear.

The base of his scarlet shaft thickened in response to Conan's delicate tugs and pulls, growing fur and forming into a vulpine sheath. Blood flowed eagerly through his penis as it tapered off into a point, swelling out into a bulbous, throbbing knot where it met his sheath.

His nose itched, darkening in colour and became wet to the touch while his skull reconfigured itself into a visage that pleased the spirits.

"This one is an excellent host. Such responsiveness... Such sensitivity! Such... Desire!"

The sound of cracking and popping filled the air as his fur-covered legs reformed, the vessel of spirits standing up unsteadily as his heels raised themselves above the ground.

He ran his free hand through his silvery coat, the fur now over his limbs and body, continuing to spread up his neck and tail.

The euphoric sensations of self-pleasure built to a boiling point in the fox spirit, his tail sprouting a thick, soft pelt as his ministrations became faster and faster.

His tail stood stiffly, before splitting, dividing, multiplying several times, bringing the number of tails up to 9, equal to the amount of souls present in the kitsune's body.

Finally, as his visage stretched out fully into a vulpine muzzle, covered with downy fluff, his eyes opened wide, revealing fiery amber irises.

The pleasure surged forward, accompanied by a primal, animalistic scream as Conan came, his body trembling and tails writhing, spilling bolts of his fiery seed over the forest floor, seeping into the grass.

Conan, no longer human, stood for a moment before he fell to his knees and curled up into a ball, exhausted. A soft voice echoed nearby as if spoken by the wind.

"Sweet dreams, Conan. Welcome Home."

The Witch's Halloween Costume

By DragonAndWolf

Story Link - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21307049/

User Page - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragonandwolf/

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Light entered the pitch black room, emitting from a black fire, burning on the tip of a candle - held in the palm of a masked, nude, elderly feline creature. It was a majestically built creature, athletic but not overly muscled. Long and gray hair hung over her back, showing her age, just like the wrinkles on her cheeks did. Her hips moved purposely with every step, causing the second creature in the room to shudder in fear, the black flame coming into sight, and with it, the witch-cat. The chained canine struggled as he always did upon spotting his captor. His futile attempts brought a chuckle out of the black cat. Chains were on her victim's wrists and ankles, along with a collar on his neck, each connected to a pole sticking out from each corner of the blood-red pentagram he was laying on top of.

"No worries, my love. Tonight is the last time you have to endure this. And it will be much, much better than any prior night." The witch-cat laughed softly, lighting up other candles with the one she was carrying. The Canine wanted to protest, but his muzzle cage only allowed him to make whimpers and growls. "Shhh shhh now... Save your energy, you will need it." She instructed him, putting the candle down, then walking over to her handsome husky. "It's Halloween... The day when the supernatural and reality collide, when witches such as I are at the peak of their powers." So far the husky always thought she was just playing, having lured him in her house to use him as a sex toy, that this was just another role playing night. And that he thought so, was very amusing to the witch. The poor boy had no idea what was coming for him.

Her bottom lowered onto his abdomen, her claws scratching his snow white chest, her green orbs staring into his. "You are such a prime specimen... I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you... A purrfect husky... I have been many things, but never a husky... And to top it off, you get turned on by mature.. Sexperts." She grinned, causing the canine's cock to unsheath in anticipation. This husky was in his prime age and being quite eager at getting sexual relief. If his red rocket poking against her lower back, drooling with pre-cum in excitement was not a sign for that, then what would be?

"Mhhhh such a good puppy you are... Too bad that our games have to end tonight." The cat purred as she lowered her moist vagina onto his cock, taking it in completely with the first thrust. She had him often enough by now to completely be accustomed to his size and shape. And it helped that the cat had an intensive sexperience over her lifespan. What she loved most about canines was their eagerness, their wilderness. No finesse, just raw wild, lusty, sinful sex.

Though he has never seen her entire face, due to her mask, he knew how old she was from the wrinkles around her lips and the cheeks - and it turned him on. And like the many times before, the feline rode the defenseless husky, thrusting her hips up and down while her claws dug into his chest. Her eyes mesmerized him with an intense glare as he arched and moaned the best he could, the muzzle cage being too tight, denying him to even flash his teeth, direly wanting to sink them into her neck.

She increased her thrusts, digging her nails into him - leaving scratch wounds. With quick movements the witch undid the chains on the husky's wrists. Immediately he put his paws around her back digging into her back, while pounding her as rough as his hips let him. This act of passion caused the witch-cat to moan continuously, lusting for more of the canine lover. His knot pressed against her pussy lips over and over again, but she would not take it in and get stuck with him for the rest of the night. Instead she reached for it with a hand and squeezed it, forcing the stud to spray his cum into her. As he filled her, she left a scream of delight out, followed by a set of word of an unknown language, the blood-red pentagram beneath glowed brightly after she says the last word of her spell.

When the cat re-opened her eyes, she found herself staring at the cat's body. This is the reason she freed the husky's paws. A quick grab into the decollete of the cat on top of her gained a key which she used to remove the muzzle cage and her ankle locks. "Don't tell me you haven't seen it... Cuming." The husky chuckled. He, well she, enjoyed the terror on the face of the withered and old cat.. "I was preparing you and gathering power for this spell... How else would I be this good, if not through an infinite lifespan?" She smirked, licking over her canine teeth while exploring her new, soft and young alpine white fur. It was good to be young again.

The former young husky now trapped in the old cat's body just stared at his hands in disbelief, moaning and whimpering as the shaft withdrew from inside him. The feeling of a female orgasm and sensitivity of one's vagina was tenfold of a penis, he trembled from the sensation and couldn't help but grind herself against the husky who smelled so delicious and looked so handsome. Even though terror was rushing through his body, the craving for more was bigger. Alas, he was denied as she pushed him gently off, jumping on to her feet and stealing her masquerade mask back. It was androgynous and gave her that shroud of mystery that everyone loved so much. The husky-witch made for the staircase, not caring about her former toy. Now she had a new life to live.

One Pumpkin Spice Latte - To Stay

By onewhoknew

Story Link - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21332932/

User Link - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/onewhoknew/

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"And we also have pumpkin spice flavoured-"

"Ugh." The woman rolled her eyes. "Do you have to push that foul shit on us all the time?"

Kelly had heard that too many times. This was it; she was going to say something.

"Okay, what's your problem with a different flavour? It's only for a month, you don't have to buy it, so there's no need to make a big fuss just because someone there's a different drink on sale..."

She trailed off. This customer wasn't looking taken aback, or even angry. Instead she turned her lips up in a tight little smile that read, 'Get me you manager'.

Kelly sank back from her rant. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It's just it's poicy, and everyone gets angry-"

"Well." Her voice was as sickly sweet as caramel syrup. "You've changed my mind. I think maybe I will try a pumpkin. Spice. Latte."

She leant forward as she emphasised the last three word, and grinned. Kelly backed away. This kind of deadly politeness was far worse than the caffine fuelled rages she normally saw, and she felt her guts twist with a surge of adrenaline. "Oh- Of course, I'll get that for you," she said, and turned.

Except she couldn't. When she twisted her body, her head didn't. Her eyes stayed locked on the woman's, unable to look away. "Wha-" she said, and then gasped.

Something was wrong with her stomach.

It felt like she was bloating, her skirt suddenly tight. It was hot, too, a sudden heat that felt like it was spreading out through her belly. She stumbled back, squirming under the woman's piercing gaze, until she bumped into the counter. "Something's wrong," she whimpered.

The band of her skirt was cutting into her, her stomach skin hot under her touch as she tore at it. It tore under her fingers and fell around her hips, exposing her practical panties as she sprawled back onto the counter. Which was impossible, because she was too short to sit on it, and it was full on grinders, steamers and espresso machines. She kicked out with her legs, but didn't connect with anything. In fact...

Her hands slipped down, over her suddenly slick stomach, hot enough to burn at the tips of her fingers. When she brushed against her panties, they slipped from the bottom of her belly to join her skirt on the floor. There was nothing to hold them on, no legs, no buttocks, just smooth, rounded, metal. She slapped a hand over her groin and let out a scream.

Except no sound came out. Instead something came bubbling and boiling up from her depths. Her throat burned for a moment, but there was no pain as her mouth froze open. A cloud of pumpkin-spice flavoured steam shot from between her slivering lips.

The woman - the witch was grinning now. Kelly would do anything to stop this and become herself again, but she couldn't even beg. Something was splitting the lips of her pussy and pressing against the palm of her hand, except suddenly her hand trailing back up over her the coffee pot her belly had become as they withered away to nothing. Her bloating breasts tore her shirt off, nipples turning into stiff protruding nozzles. As her mouth froze open in a jagged grin, she could tell what was pressing out of her, down below: a spout, perfect for pouring the latte she contained.

Kelly's last trace of mobility, her eyes, was taken from her when they sunk into her skull, leaving triangle-shaped holes for steam to ooze from. She remained aware of herself, though - she realised after a second that she was seeing through the witches' eyes. What remained of her body was shifting to suit the witches' design. The two globes that had been her breasts and chest jutted forward, allowing their nozzles to point downwards together. Her head settled atop them, an empty decorative chimney.

The four globes that she was were all gently grooved, and when a layer of orange paint crept over them it was obvious what they were. A set of pumpkins, carved jack-o'-lantern on top, perfect for showing the flavour of autumn was back.

The witch smiled gently and gave her a once over, from her spout to the green stem poking out of the top of her head. She snapped her fingers, and Kelly's manager spun around. "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there. Are you being served?"

"I was, but you can finish the job. Your employee just persuaded me to try a pumpkin spice latte."

His brow furrowed at the odd phrasing, but that wasn't the strangest thing he'd heard that hour, so he just said, "Certainly! Can I get a name-"

"Witch."

He paused, mouth open."You know," she purred, "What with your Halloween decorations."

She gestured behind him, and he spun, seeing the machine for the first time. Except he could also remember the new machine being installed yesterday.

He blinked. The machine looked very familiar, almost womanly, like... No matter. He scrawled 'Witch' on the side of a cup and stuck it under the spigot. The machine twitched when he flicked it, but despite the shudder it functioned perfectly, shooting a stream of scented coffee into the cup. "Cream?" he asked, smiling over his shoulder.

The grin disturbed him. "Definitely."

He nodded, smile feeling forced. With a touch, the two nozzles on the pumpkins higher up quivered and spurted a layer of foamed cream onto the coffee. A few drips fell from the nozzles.

"Here you go," he said. "That'll be- oh!"

She handed him exact change, and stuffed another note into the tip jar. "Don't worry," she said. "Pumpkin spice season is only for a month."

As she walked off, sipping her drink, he felt she wasn't talking to him. He glanced at the machine behind him, but it had nothing to say.

Hybrids - Rekindled Couple

By - Nitter

Story Link - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21419385/

User Page - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nitter/

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"Kyle, you can't be serious about this," Jake said to the young man sitting in front of him. "You know what it's going to do to you - the proof's standing right in front of you."

Kyle nodded as he looked over what had been his girlfriend just days prior. He and Jenny had been like peas in a pod, and they had been walking to Jenny's apartment after having dinner out when it happened. In retrospect, Kyle thought that they should have been more careful considering the increased reports of human-Pokémon hybrids and what happened to those who attacked, but they had thought those were only silly stories. It was likely why they were caught off-guard when the Nidorina hybrid had jumped them from behind, knocking Kyle away and biting Jenny on the arm.

Overcome with emotions, Kyle managed to throw the hybrid off of Jenny and run with her to safety, but an hour later, they both realized they were too late. Jenny's bite wound had healed itself, and the moment the sun had set, Kyle had watched in horror as she was transformed into a Nidorino hybrid - an all-male species. Although he had mostly escaped the effects of the increased libido, the fact remained that Jenny was now a male hybrid going by the name of Jake. Worse, the two were living in an intolerant part of town, to say the least; even if hybrids had been common, the people within the community would be unlikely to accept a same-sex relationship, and even less likely to accept an interspecies one.

"I know what it's going to do, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't care," Kyle responded. "But I still want to be with you, we can't afford moving away, and I couldn't stand being hated because of our relationship..."

"We'd probably be hated just for being hybrids," Jake pointed out.

Taking a deep breath, Kyle said, "Yes, but if hybrids become common, they might actually start to become accepted - there's a better chance of that happening than the people around here approving of us as we are."

Jake still didn't seem sure about the whole thing. As he scratched one of his large ears, he grimaced as he said, "If you're sure, I'll do it for you. But don't forget that I warned you about the consequences."

"I won't," Kyle promised as he walked closer to his friend. "Just... be gentle please."

Jake nodded as he slowly removed Kyle's shirt with his clawed hand, making sure his poison horn didn't come close to the human. Preparing himself for the reaction, Jake placed his muzzle over Kyle's shoulder and gave a tiny nibble. The bite was enough to break the skin, and Kyle grunted in pain from it, but the Nidorino already noticed the small, bloody wound healing itself over and becoming covered in light blue scales.

Kyle gasped a bit as he felt the scales growing over his skin - he had forgotten that the transformation occurred immediately at night. Yet as his shoulders and arms started slimming down into more feminine shapes and his hands became clawed and four-fingered, he started to smile - he hadn't expected the changes to feel good like this. It was as if every part of his body was being pleasurably stimulated at the same time.

Jake watched as his boyfriend became scaly all over and shrunk slightly in height. He winced in discomfort as he saw Kyle's nose become a set of nostrils as his face pushed out into a fanged muzzle and his ears became huge round things. He hadn't expected the change to look so painful, but Kyle wasn't acting like it was - he even moaned in a sensual way as his muzzle grew in, his voice getting higher-pitched as he did. Even his eyes became bigger and more feminine.

Even Kyle was surprised by the pleasure he was feeling - he assumed it would be painful based on how Jenny's change had looked. His belly was now covered with off-white scales, and his waist became slimmer as a small stubby tail emerged from above his bigger, sexier butt. He even thought his toes merging into three and growing claws felt wonderful, and he made sure to remove his pants and underwear to keep them from tearing. The darker spots on his flanks and parts of his arms and torso, not to mention the spines on his back, confirmed his resulting species - a Nidorina. Since Nidorina were female, neither Kyle nor Jake were surprised when his chest thrust outwards into a pair of C-cup breasts, causing Kyle's moans to get even louder.

With his legs becoming curvier, Kyle realized there was one more thing to go. He grinned as he looked at his erect penis, but he couldn't even reach before he screamed in delighted pleasure, orgasming over the floor. It was enough to complete the changes, and his balls and dick had slurped up into his body. Only a woman's genitals remained behind.

Jake was stunned by the results - he knew what was going to happen, but he never imagined that the Nidorina woman his boyfriend became would look so attractive. He even felt himself blushing as he looked over her nude hybrid body. "Are... are you okay, Kyle?" he asked.

The new hybrid opened her eyes - the one thing that had stayed the same was their blue colour. "I feel better than okay, Jake," she responded. "And please, call me Kayla from now on." She jumped into Jake's arms, giving him a huge hug. "We can be together again... and I can imagine what things we could do." She licked her lips seductively.

Jake was taken aback, but the feeling of his girlfriend in his arms calmed him down. Smiling, he hugged her back, and as he imagined the sorts of naughty activities they were likely to get up to, he finally thought that things would work out after all.

"YT???OM ?I??U? ???M?M??"

by Melliflox

Story Link - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21501436/

User Page - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/melliflox/

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Neville gazed vacantly through the reflected signage. It was the same everywhere now- a crossed-out figure with a thick tail curling to rest in the lap of an annoyed-looking passenger. "KEEP YOUR TAIL TO YOURSELF," it warned. Further into the subway car, a well-dressed man shifted uncomfortably on top of an unseemly rippling bulge. A couple seats away, a young woman lounged more gracefully, preening her nails as something poked lazily from side to side within her long skirt. She tossed a coy glance his way, a smirk playing at the edge of her lips. Neville smiled back, then returned to staring out at the black roaring nothing of the tunnel.

Inside he was panicking. She knew. She had to know. He'd gone at least three days unnoticed but it couldn't last forever. He leaned against the railing with a cold clammy sweat, his heart shivering. He dared another quick look at her- she was still staring. He turned away with a silent shudder.

Her eyes were slitted. Like a snake's. He could still see them in the window reflection.

Only 5 more minutes, he chided himself. Then we're basically home. Nothing will happen, no one will notice. You can relax, sort everything out over the weekend. Suppressing his revulsion, Neville focused on the man instead. He carried some sort of small leather bag-- business related? Half whistling, half humming to himself, he rolled the satchel in his hands... happy about something? The faint squeal of applied brakes interrupted Neville's concentration. Already nearing the terminal, then.

Thinking similarly, the man stood up, relieved, shaking out his left leg quickly before moving to grip the poles closest to the exit. Neville stayed seated. As the train lurched to a full halt, the slit-eyed woman slipped behind the man at the exit. She winked at Neville playfully. A flash of red scales peeked from under her dress. The doors sheared open with a hiss-- and Neville watched in amazement as in one deft movement, claws slid from her fingers and slit the bottom of the man's bag. She plucked something from the interior and quickly tucked it away. The man exited, oblivious; darting her tongue, the woman slinked out after.

Neville blinked. They weren't even close to human anymore. Literally reptiles in human clothing. Everyone but him. Another hiss signaled the doors were closing. He stumbled from his seat out of the car and into the terminal. Around him milled hundreds of people, following their normal routines. And stuffed down the back of each and every one of them, obvious as daylight, was a gigantic fucking tail. He began to breathe heavily. This couldn't be real. It was a surreal dream. Some sort of schizophrenic episode. Got to get home. Got to get home before someone notices. Neville began walking as quickly as he could without attracting too much attention. He was only a block away now, he could just take the shortcut alley. Oh god ohgod what would happen when they noticed!?

He was in such a hurry he didn't notice the tail ensnaring his leg. Grunting, he felt himself hoisted up above an alcove, suspended comically in front of a silent figure. Wide eyed, Neville froze mid-flail as he came face to face with his captor's keen, slitted gaze.

The man from the train. Except, much less man now. The lizard-thing's footclaws dangled over the alcove roof's edge, one leg crossed over the other. It rested its snout on one palm, the other hand playing absentmindedly with the laces of discarded formal shoes. Its powerful tail remained coiled around him. Talons tapped thoughtfully, taking Neville in for a good ten seconds of terrified silence, tasting the air once or twice before seeming to decide something.

The world shifted-- ever so slightly, but irrevocably so.

"You intrigue me." He stated plainly. I had no response, only a slack jaw and a desperate look.

"Oh, relax already. I won't hurt you." He gently set me down to his side, releasing his tail and leaving me prone looking upwards, still flabbergasted. He patted the pavement, motioning me to sit by him.

I was too shocked to disobey. I joined him, swinging my own feet down over the edge. For a moment our limbs swayed together, muscles clenched, toes splayed.

"You were watching me." I nodded.

"Was it you?" I shook my head emphatically. He sighed. "Did you see who did it?"

"The girl," I whispered. He shrugged.

"Great. I'll deal with it later. Another question." Fear seared my gut.

"What are you so scared of?" I froze again. Shit. He laughed. "You're not hiding from anyone. It's just.... no one cares."

Shit shit shit. They already knew.

"Look," he offered. "You think you're different but you're not really. Let me show you."

It happened before I knew it happened. With a gleam in his eyes he drew close and kissed me. Passionately. I tasted him. It wasn't bad at all. He tasted warm and sweet and it felt like melted butter washing over the past three days of tension and fear. I closed my eyes as he slipped a hand up my shirt and traced slowly down my back, all the way down and past.... I shivered. Scale against scale. Warmth raced through me as I leaned into his embrace. God he smelled wonderful. I began feeling myself, enjoying the smooth light blue as it covered my entire form. I wanted this. Wanted this so badly.

Suddenly he rolled and leapt down from the alcove with a chuckle, leaving me breathless in ill-fitting clothes.

"See?" He called back as he hopped away, jamming first one shoe back on, then the other. "Now put your tail away, darling. That's just plain indecent." I blushed and picked up the unfamiliar weight pulling at my rear, tucking it awkwardly into the back of my pants.

And then he was gone.

Solid Oak Frames

By Nenekiri

Story Link - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21184835/

User Link - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nenekiri/

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Jimmy awoke with a sudden start. His head was reeling from the blow he suffered just moments before. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed the irritated back of his skull. He had survived his encounter with the shifty character in robes he found at the back of an alleyway. He wasn't sure what connection the stranger had with the case he was working, but the tip he received pointed him towards the stranger. Jimmy was a detective and while he was decent at his job, this was the first time his occupation had caused him misfortune. While unscathed, he still had no idea where he was.

Standing up slowly, he surveyed his surroundings. The room he was in was quite peculiar. It was pitch black save for a few sparse sources of light. As Jimmy walked around, he noticed that the room was circular and that the sources of light were coming from the bottom of large doors, each positioned equidistant from each other. Upon closer inspection Jimmy could make out that each door had a solid oak frame. Still slightly confused about his current predicament, Jimmy made his way to the center of the room and took notice of a symbol on the floor.

The symbol was written in a bright red. It consisted of a swooping line that curled at the end, intersected at the top with an S shape that curled into what seemed to be two pointed horns. Jimmy was in the middle of trying to decipher exactly what the symbol might mean when he heard a familiar voice echo throughout the room's chamber.

"Ah! You're awake. Good." the voice rasped.

"What do you know about the murder of Ashley Higgins?"

"Frighteningly little, I'm afraid. I wasn't present for the last ceremony. Had errands to run out of town. She didn't take our blessing very well."

"Your blessing?"

"Yes, our blessing is unique and rare. From what I heard, this Ashley was less than thrilled with the results."

"I'm sorry, sir. But I'm going to need to take you in for questioning."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you" the voice growled.

"Is that so?"

"I'm afraid you're quite trapped, Jimmy."

"Really? I can see at least twelve different ways to leave this room. I don't think you understand the meaning of trapped..."

Jimmy hesitated, a sudden realization hitting him.

"How do you know my name?"

Jimmy didn't wait for an answer. He tried to leave the center platform where the symbol was placed but he found he couldn't move his body. Suddenly the platform began to glow a sickly red as a new pale light started to emanate from the symbol on the platform. Jimmy fell to his knees and felt a wave of heat pass through his body.

"What have you done to me!?" Jimmy roared in a foreign voice.

"Given you a gift, I hope you enjoy the results" the voice hissed.

Jimmy got up and bolted from the room. He chose the first door that he came to, flung it open, and ran. He could feel that something was off about his body, but he couldn't put his finger on it. As he ran down the long corridor, tawny colored fur started to sprout on his chest and move down his torso. After a few minutes of running he came to another door and ran through it. His upper body began to put on more muscle and soon his shirt was straining at his new girth. By the time he reached the next door, his shirt had ripped off of his chest, exposing a large patch of fur that was slowly creeping up his neck. Jimmy was too busy running to take notice. Fear gripped his heart and it drove him to run faster. He needed to find the next door. He needed to escape.

Sprint, door, open, his hands grow claws. Sprint, door, open, his legs start to bulk up. Sprint, door, open, a tail begins to wriggle its way from his spine. Sprint, door, open, his pants and underwear rip from the pressure. Sprint, door, open, his bottom half becomes covered in sparkling green scales. Sprint, door, open...

Jimmy had to stop. There was an immense pain radiating from his skull. As he grabbed his head he could feel his head reshape and form itself into the muzzle of a lion. The fur on his neck grew out and filled in until it was a long lion's mane. His canine teeth grew out until they were the size of a saber-tooth tiger. Each tipped with a deadly poison. He shook off the pain and started to run again. He fell down a trap door and as he was sliding, his feet reshaped themselves into goat's hooves. Jimmy felt one last prick at his scalp as two horns emerged from the top of his skull.

Jimmy fell with a thud back in the room he started in. Now wholly changed into a chimeric creature. He had the tail of a snake, body of a lion with snake scale legs, and the horns and hooves of a goat. His stance was still bipedal, the one saving grace from this ordeal.

"My, you turned out excellently" the figure said.

Jimmy could see the cloaked figure at last and without hesitation struck him with one of his clawed hands.

"A gift, huh? I'd hate to not repay the favor." Jimmy growled.

The figure disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Jimmy once again alone in the room. Much to his surprise though, all of the doors in the room were open. Each one slowly creaked shut until only one remained.

"Guess that's my only way out."

Jimmy stepped through the door, unsure what was going to happen to him. He didn't want to stick around and find out if the shadowy figure would return. As Jimmy left the room, the door slowly creaked shut behind him.

Dog Doc

By higeman

Story Link - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21188900/

User Page - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/higeman/

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It was a pleasant, sunny day when Sam drove into the parking lot of city hospital. He had gotten a call earlier from the hospital that he was to be a good boy and check in to the hospital for a mandatory, city-wide check-up with his dog, which is the reason why his golden retriever, Dash, hopped out after him when he stepped out. Something about the phone call bugged him, but his mind quickly forgot about the strange conversation.

Stepping into the lobby, he noticed that there were a large amount of dog owners with their dogs waiting there. Luckily, he had already made an appointment in the same phone call just at the time they arrived. The two were escorted down a series of hallways before coming to a stop at two clinic rooms; Sam was lead to one while Dash to the other.

The doctor there smiled, or at least Sam thought he did underneath the surgical mask he wore, before gesturing him to take a seat on the cushioned exam table. "It's good to see you, Sam. I know you may have some questions about this 'mandatory exam' but I can assure that you'll be a good boy and that will get this over with as quickly as possible!" Sam could only get himself to nod, though he felt that same strangeness that he felt over the phone, but still couldn't quite place it.

The doctor pulled out a tongue depressor from behind him gesturing for same to open his mouth wide. Sam would have questioned where he took it from, but opened his mouth instead and allowed the wooden stick to press down on his tongue. The taste of the depressor was odd and bitter but he soon got used to it. His tongue felt short, opting to stick it out further from his open mouth and continued to do so to help the doctor. With every extension, the stick moved to compensate for the position change and pressed harder down until Sam's tongue had reached chin length and was flat and floppy.

The doctor then pulled out an otoscope while positioning himself next to Sam's ear. With a soft pinch, he pulled his ear up while placing the otoscope near his ear, causing Sam's ear to flatten and stretch over itself, leaving Sam with a larger, floppy ear. After doing the same to his other ear, the doctor pulled out a flashlight for the eye exam. He held Sam's nose with one hand while shining the light into his eye with the other causing his nose to shrink and darken under subtle movements and his to pupils dilate until they covered most of the area in his eye.

"Aaand there we go! The first part of the exam is all done, and you were such a good boy throughout the whole thing!" The doctor moved away from Sam's face, revealing his facial features now resembled that of a golden retriever's face, albeit still human-like. There were no mirrors in the room to reflect his appearance back to him, but even so, he felt as though all these new feelings were normal. The only thing that still confused him was that the same, giddy feeling swelled in his chest again when the doctor just spoke then.

"Now for the last part of the exam, be a good boy and take off all of your clothes, then bend over onto the exam table." The request would have seemed too strange for Sam to listen to, but he wanted to be a good boy and stripped for his doctor. What he didn't realize was that he was raising his butt higher than he thought he needed to, appearing to present his ass to the doctor who was quietly removing his own pants. He also removed his gloves, placing his hands on Sam's hips as he pulled himself closer to his behind. "Now stay still and be a good boy; we're just doing a quick prostate exam,"

Sam felt the doctor's hands rub across his butt cheeks and was about to question why his palms felt leathery and padded until a pointed, yet soft mass pushed into his ass. He gave a canine-like yelp with his mouth shut, making muffled whines as he felt the inside of his ass being thrusted in and out. Meanwhile, the doctor simply spoke aloud in calm observance, "Hmm... your prostate feels just about right. I'll have to do a thorough re-examination just to make sure," before thrusting his hips more into Sam's hips. The doctor's fingers soon trailed up his ass to his coccyx, pushing against it ever so slightly, coaxing a small nub to lengthen out into a fluffy tail with its light fur spreading from that point all over Sam's body.

"Tail seems to be wagging normally and the coat of fur is healthy... Ah! It's time for your vaccination! Be a good boy and take this healthy dose of vitamins" No sooner than he said it, Sam felt a torrent of a warm substance of the 'vaccine' fill the inside of his ass, causing his own climax. After a quick clean up, Sam's doctor lead him out to the back lobby of the hospital. There he saw Dash, knowing who he was despite his appearance as an anthro golden retriever like himself. Their 'dogtors' then approached them with a clipboard in hand and a smile on their muzzles, "I'm happy to tell you and your mate that you both are healthy anthropomorphic golden retrievers and such good dogs!"

Sam looked happily at his mate, Dash, who also looked happy, causing them to embrace each other into a hug and grinding of their furry sheaths together. Paw in paw, they exited hospital to live their happily lives as gay anthro dogs in the dog park hidden behind the facility, with all the other former dogs and dog owners. The dogtor had said they were good dogs, after all.

The Experiment

By liminalcoyote

Story Link - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21579114/

User Page - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/liminalcoyote/

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"One last time before we start, sir: your enthusiasm is noted, but I am morally and ethically required to give you a final chance to reconsider. This is an irreversible procedure. The nature of the reaction we are hoping to achieve means we will have no way to later separate the animal DNA from your human genetics. This is a pioneering service you are providing for science, but we cannot guarantee your safety or even your physical stability."

Over the loudspeaker, he could hear the researcher clear her throat. She sounded young, and very nervous. More words came, but he tuned them out and stared upward, his breath shallow. Cool, sterile lab lights glowed against the high ceiling. They revealed the sweat on his bare skin.

He knew what he was. He'd always known. Ever since he was young.

"I'll take that as a no. Right. Now, sir, we've given the control to you so that you may dose yourself as you feel comfortable. As we've reviewed, this experiment is limited to an absolute maximum of three applications, with further modification to be explored in a trial for which board approval is still pend--"

The coyote laughed and pressed the button.

"Application one c--plete. Subj--'s skin is developing a coat of--"

He could hear the words, but they faded in and out. His vision pulsed and the lights screamed in his eyes. He felt, not saw, the thick fur sprouting on his arms and legs, tickling and burrowing into his nerve endings.

Trying to focus, his mind teetered and whirled. Then it began to scatter, oil-on-griddle thoughts trickling in all directions.

His feet and hands started to tingle, as did his face, and then everything solidified: his clarity was absolute. Of course he had to. This wasn't enough. It wasn't enough.

The coyote laughed and pressed the button.

"Application four! This isn't--oh my God!"

Another spasm rocked his body. He snapped at the air as his jaw finished distending, jerked his legs as they cracked into a feral, animal shape. He thrashed and grunted. The pain was exquisite.

His lengthening ears were maddeningly sensitive, the voices behind the two-way mirror audible even before the speaker amplified them. "He's reacting too strongly!" "If he doses himself any more, he--" "He's exceeded the trial limits! We have no simulations for higher concentrations! Even three applications was too much!" "We've got to try and sedate him!"

They burst into the room, then recoiled for a split second at just how much of it he took up.

The coyote laughed and pressed the button.

The buzzing lights felt like they were digging into his fur and teasing the skin beneath. With every second, he got a little closer to them. He stood up on tiptoes, as best as his feet could manage, and swatted at one with a massive, still-spasming hand. Paw. Neither word seemed to fit.

What was he? No human, that was certain. But no animal stood the way he did. None breathed so hard in such pleasure at their sheer physicality. As he shattered light after light, he realized the other sound in the room was a low growl, continuous and deepening. He realized it was coming from him.

Broken glass and a few bent plastic syringes covered the floor, but the walls around him were still standing. Containing him, even ineffectively. It was all the motivation he needed. He wouldn't be contained.

The coyote laughed and pressed the button.

Maybe it was the length of time he'd held the button down, in that last incredible burst. Perhaps he'd reached some sort of critical imbalance. He knew only that the lab was rubble, and that the sensations in his body weren't going away. Neither were the changes. He didn't mind. He flexed his toes, feeling the metal and plaster settle under them.

A car skidded around him, narrowly avoiding the fissures his claws had dug into the road. It was getting away. It might come back with reinforcements. He didn't mind.

Even the voices he could hear, all those tiny voices in the street, didn't matter to him now. They babbled and screamed and panicked. What were they to him? He was what he wanted. Bigger than he expected, sure, but more animal too, and that was the important thing. His new clarity said that was everything.

The great coyote threw his head back and found that what came out was not a laugh. It was a piercing call. It said this was his territory. He tried again, heard his voice bark and keen, mingling with the approaching sirens. It seemed this was how he would address the world.

He didn't mind.

A Touch Too Long

By Toucanplay

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21578891/

User Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/toucanplay/

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The plan was simple: Carnaby would coax the donkeys, I'd support the portcullis, and Magnus would try identifying any items we'd nabbed. Not great, but it was what we had. Supplies were low, and corpses claimed no treasures. Down to boots and underpants, I swore as the portcullis slammed down again.

Magnus croaked uneasily, holding a brittle scroll; he looked at me uneasily, and a knot filled my stomach.

"What is it?" I barked.

Magnus elaborated: the scroll described an old parlour trick: turn a man into a beast, then back again. "Two donkeys aren't enough, but maybe three?"

His pleading eyes found Carnaby's. "Judging by the weight," he judged, "a draft horse may be better."

They both looked at me, and I frowned back. "No way-" I began.

"What's the alternative?" Carnaby observed, "Starve?"

I knew he was right: if we were going to try this stupid idea, it had to be me. Carnaby'd grown up as a stable boy, and could get the donkeys to do what he wanted. Magnus knew magic. That just left the muscle. Still reluctant, I let Magnus guide me: I stripped off the rest of my clothes, flipping Carnaby the finger.

"At least your cock'll be big for a few minutes," he quipped.

Biting my lip, I braced myself as Magnus began to chant. The effects were immediate: strength flowing through my body to the pounding of a new heart. Sweat dripped down my prickling skin as I stumbled, unfinished hooves on enlarged fingers breaking my fall. The impact sent a jolt through me, my body releasing the shock as a twitch of my rapidly-growing tail and a whinny bolting out of my elongating throat.

Carnaby was ready: at the first sign of my jaw protruding out as a horse muzzle, he slipped a halter over my head, noting, "Magnus turned you into a fine piece of horse-flesh."

I awkwardly grunted in response, my body still expanding, my human form almost entirely gone but not quite the size we needed. The donkeys brayed in panic at the magic; thankfully Carnaby was quick to calm them. Our bodies pushed against each other; the magic still crackled throughout my slightly-unfinished draft horse frame as the three of us strained against the ropes. The halter started to fit easier: my long ears popped through the right gaps. My large, presumably brown eyes examined the donkeys at either side. I was even bigger than they were, if only slightly: the oddly comforting idea caused a twitch over my tan-haired hide.

Carnaby tugged on the donkeys' lead; I strained, relishing my new body's strength. The heavy iron portcullis groaned, struggling to refuse to give way to the power of three beasts. Magnus had done a great job; my heart raced as I heard Carnaby's encouragement. Not even the brief stumble of my hooves against the old slippery stones could dampen my spirits.

The portcullis inched off the ground; the jennies - funny, I never cared before about the donkeys' sexes before - quite willing to take my lead, leaving Carnaby enough time to wriggle underneath to pull the switch we'd passed on the way in. Magnus glanced at me, uncertainly repeating the spell, a worried frown etched on his face.

My equine heart was thumping proudly in my chest, elated at the rumbling as the portcullis opened properly. The release of the anxiety left me giddy, I pranced about like an eager foal; it caused another release in me, the tip of my shaft slipping out to let out a stream made me rather conscious how incredibly well-endowed I now was.

Hands moved over the females - jennies, I thought briefly - as I felt our bonds being released. They relieved themselves as well. The flared tip of my manhood lingered out of my sheath. The excited exertion had me lathered up; it was like the exhilaration after a battle, when your heart pounded your blood to all of your extremities, leaving you feeling light-headed and ready to plunge your cock into the female you had won rights to.

Curling back my lips, I let the chill air brush that sweet scent across my gums: the females, sisters going by their similar scents, were both ready for a stallion. A stallion like me.

I shook my head. Something about that wasn't right. A man - his name flowing out of my head, leaving me with the lingering sense of familiarity - mentioned something like "a touch too long" in a nervous tone. Someone else - a bothersome idiot, getting in the way of me finding out where that delightful smell was coming from - tried to grab my head.

I bit the stupid two-legs, who yelped, letting me turn my attention to the females. Both were coyly raising their tails, their hot mounds singing to me. One tried to bite her sister: I liked her spirit, deciding she would be the one I mated first.

The irritating two-legs murmured something about "a bigger share of the treasure", before his noises turned completely meaningless. My mind was hazy with lust. It was getting harder to focus on the strong two-legs that filled a lot of my memories. His scent was everywhere, and quite calming. But there was another scent I desired more, and I chased after it.

Both two-legs panicked a bit as I chased the sisters outside, up the hill to where the air was fresher. I mounted the feisty sister, my heavy shaft jabbing against her rump. I bit down on her neck, the way my father had done when he had covered my mother.

I jabbed, the female below me whinnying in excitement. My cock found its mark, sliding in as we mated. Our bodies rubbed up against each other, our hair heating up as my excited shaft found its mark. The throbbing fullness inside me built up; heaving away, I exploded inside her. As our juices dripped from her opening, I felt truly satisfied. I'd earned my treasure.

The Machine

by Apsidalmosaic

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21583631/

User Page -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/apsidalmosaic/

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The assembly-line stands ready for me

A curious thing, made to turn me. Made to sequence my flesh into parts, fuse it with metal, with exotic tissue and endow with ability it not yet possessed. I look at my body, devoid of hair already, naked and slim. Human now, but soon in a form more befit to serve the masters.

The line beckons. Three stations to give what must be given.

My body.

My mind.

My soul.

***

The first station is one of the body, one of crimson pain and sepia-coloured loss. I'm placed under a robot. The only sounds the faint whirring of a saw-blade and the droning hiss of metallic forms closing in. An injection. Opiates bind to receptors, dull my vision, my perception before the first of many cuts hits. Momentary anguish, until a quick incision disconnects my brain from my body; Abruptly turns it into a non-entity. A mere inanimate collection of matter, I can conceive through never-blinking eyes. My limbs are removed and blood gushes forward angrily in ruby waterfalls of escaping humanity.

I recall how they felt with a strange nostalgia.

A hand, lovingly placed onto my lovers hip.

A muscle, tense from hard work.

A face, lighting up at the sight of dusks embrace.

Some distant nerves tingle. I can almost feel them again.

Remembrance cast in dim, blurry lights, somewhere deep inside of me.

But on the outside, there is nothing.

Even as my face is split in two and my jaw ripped out with brutal, precise motions.

Even as my teeth are pulled violently and I almost suffocate from encroaching nothingness.

Even as my eyes are torched and my ocular cavities abraded for further processing.

The only thing left are dull sensations of a body rocking forward from metal being grafted onto it, from nanites tearing it apart and from clandestine growths building foreign frameworks on its ruins.

It takes time.

I do not remember how long.

***

The second station is one of the mind, one of cerulean sensations and moss-covered instinct.

My form is altered beyond recognition. A metallic mosaic. Alien, and animalistic, I understand when a surge of current penetrates my mind.

Activates something.

Me.

With impossible realizations.

My face has been distorted with a conical beak. Brass geometry, that curves up strangely in front of me as signals rush from detectors inside of what may or may not be my eyes. Realigned couplings and unseen cogs grip somewhere, giving torque to a strange new appendix. Tubular and pointed, extruded alloy tries to mimic a lizard. I'm quadrupedal now, my body a massive, metallurgic construct, layered with organic estrangement. Twisted manifolds with alien metrics. My teeth are rust. Iron oxide flakes away with each slash of a tongue of corrugated metal. But I still can taste. Traces of ferromagnetic shrapnel, polar, alcoholic solvents and faint hints of cyclic aldehydes, sensed by electronic tunnelling currents, arriving somewhere through fibreglass connections and optical computing components, exotic dendrites and uncharted synaptic clefts. There is also blood, rushing, pouring and streaming in vivid laminar flows behind chitinous scales, fleshy strata and bony peripheries.

My limbs are silver and gold, a lion, lustrous like the sun, even as powerful ungulae bury themselves angrily in the concrete underneath.

Abstraction overcomes me. Instinctual denial. Panic. As archaic and ancient as the beast I resemble. My frame lumbers, clacks, hisses. Strains against mountings, screw-holdings, cable-tethers, leashes and harnesses. I scream, emit a chirped pulse of longitudinal excitations into the molecular environment that surrounds me.

A screech, like tormented bird of prey.

A whine, like a dog paralyzed in fear.

A buzz, like an angry hornet ready to strike.

The handlers come. Pet my hide. A mixture of carbon nanotubes, metallic filigree and horse-hair. My ears twitch nervously. Fox ears. Organic, scarlet-red, rotating like a waveguide-assembly receiving signals on low-energy scales, microwaves, radio-signals. No. Only the strange familiarity of sound. I calm, grit my impossible teeth. I'm not human anymore but a mere animal instead, trapped inside instinct and the surrealism of dysmorphia.

***

The third station is one of the soul, one of absurd knowledge and golden transcendence. I breathe heavily. Fans rotate harshly to fill my huge lungs while my tail flicks anxiously. The priests stand around me. A hand is placed on my distorted skull and an entrance made through an egress. Into a network. Into divinity.

I'm superimposed. Not one but many now. They say, information is the currency of the soul, arranged in stacks, in tables, in pages, but those are books, zetabytes stored on magnetic layers, racetrack memory domains, in quantum states, limit cycles and cooperative phenomena. Infinitely linked clusters. Non-converging sums. Divergent integrals. Singularities.

I fall into isotropy. Self-similarity of units scattered among inertial systems all over the planet. The universe. We are connected. Highly correlated. An infinite superposition. Markovianity hits. A critical opalescence. Fluctuations on all scales. I threaten to forget. Lose myself in infinite transients and trajectories. Yet I'm caught by decoherence, by disorder, localization effects, topological invariants and order parameters that keep me sane.

Well-defined.

The vacuum of it all still boils in the back of my mind. A sea of particle-antiparticle pairs. Zero point energy fluctuations. Thermal fluctuations. Coloured noise spectra.

Unimportant.

I know my mission.

I know my capabilities.

I urge my body to distort, hips straining, clacking and whirring mechanically as my robotic behind shifts and my stance distorts into something digigrade again. Something vaguely human yet decidedly different. "I'm ready", I say, currents readily manipulated into the speech processor below my beak.

Finally complete.

I'm the machine and the machine is me.

And yet, wasn't I always?

I smile, analogues of lips behind the metal distorting, signalling my shining bill to strain just so slightly upwards, plotting data points of amusement on my new form and on the thousand reflections beyond the veil that is me also.

Some things remain invariant under transformations.

Further

By WhiteArremer

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21584912/

User Page -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/whitearremer/

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Jack narrowly avoided tripping over himself as he burst through the front door of his apartment, his swollen form catching on the doorframe as he entered. Dislodging himself took some effort, and he nearly tripped over his own bare paws as he lurched through the doorway. He reached behind him to slam the door shut, making sure to jerk his new tail out of the way, and was finally able to take a moment to inspect his body. Given how fast the process seemed to be accelerating, he knew even before looking that he must have been drastically changed by now.

He started by removing his uncomfortably tight shirt. It was far too tight-fitting to remove properly by now, so he simply dug his claws into one of the tears that had formed on the elevator ride to his floor and ripped the clothing apart, letting out a sigh of relief as he did. He started towards the nearby mirror - just as that now-too-familiar tension began to build in his face. Jack caught sight of himself just as his already half-changed face began creaking outward into a canine snout. The intense sensation reverberated through his skull, making him cringe as bone ground against bone. Once this change subsided, Jack was able to look himself over. Certainly, he had had an idea of just how large he had gotten, but actually seeing what had happened to him was both awe-inspiring and unnerving. Between his new height of around seven feet, his thick gray coat, and his bestial face, it occurred to him that he might not have been as ready to change himself as he thought.

The wolfman felt a chill run through him, and he placed a broad, clawed hand to the mirror, touching the reflection that bore no resemblance to his old self. A change like this was what he had prayed for, dreamed of for almost all his life, and to see and feel his impossible desire made flesh was indescribable. And yet, as he shuddered and thickened again, something felt distinctly wrong. Shouldn't the changes have finished by now? Why was he so monstrous? All the detail he had gone into on his fursona - where was his blue fur, his green eyes, his sleek build? What had gone wrong? And why was he changing involuntarily, unable to change and revert freely as he had requested? Nervous, yet now unable to sweat, he began panting hotly. Was he going to have to spend his remaining wish to fix this?

The distinctive sound of cracking bones and squelching tissue aroused Jack from his thoughts, and immediately his focus changed from his reflection to the hand resting on it - if it could still be called a hand. It was changing too rapidly, his fingers bloating and widening - yet outpaced in growth by the rest of his stretching hand, save for his thumb which seemed to be left behind. Within seconds, this new and even more disturbing change was done. He withdrew what was now unmistakably an animal's paw from the mirror, gaping at it helplessly. Horrified, he didn't even realize his other hand was changing until the forces within him had nearly finished with it as well. Then his neck began to shift and broaden, pitching his skull forward as it realigned.

As Jack looked into the mirror, he felt his stomach clench with dread. His chest was barreling out, and he could feel his spine beginning to warp uncomfortably, forcing him to hunch over. There was no doubt; something had gone horribly wrong. He knew he had no more time to waste watching himself mutate, and ran to his bedroom as fast as he could manage, his awkwardly heavy body and shifting center of balance making it difficult to stay upright. Upon lumbering into his bedroom, he desperately, clumsily snatched the silver pendant from his pocket, managed to grasp it between his paw pads, and waited, his body transforming with every frenzied beat of his heart.

The pendant grew hot, blue light illuminated the room, and then he was greeted with the sight of the genie's glowing, ethereal form.

"What? Back so soon?" The genie looked Jack over. "Look, I told you. You don't get your second wish until I've finished granting your first."

Jack protested angrily, his labored speech sounding more like a malformed snarl than anything else. "Yrrou th.... thrrewd me! Thisth i-ithn't rrright..."

The genie seemed genuinely perplexed. "What? I don't understand. You wanted..." He paused, face screwed in thought. "... you wished for the wolf thing, right? Is there some kind of problem?"

Jack grimaced and shuddered. Between his quickly changing posture and his immense weight, the only way he could attempt standing upright now was to support himself on his dresser - and it was beginning to give way. "Nrr-rroo! Myrr f-furrsrrna..."

"Oh." His face went flat. "Right... look, like I told you before you went into your... passionate... spiel, I can't take wishes that are that wordy! One or two short, simple sentences are all I can grant; I'm not omnipotent. So - you wanted wolf, I gave you wolf. Are you displeased?"

The dresser splintered, Jack whimpered, and the floor rushed up to greet him. He hit the floor with a thud, and he could hear items falling from shelves around the room. "Well, if you are truly unhappy, you still have one of your two wishes left." Abruptly, the genie began to vanish again, and Jack took a step towards him, teeth bared and ears flattened. He opened his mouth to call the genie back - but only a canine ululation came out.

As the genie vanished and the amulet's light faded, his voice echoed through the room. "So. Call me again if you decide you need me. Just speak a little more clearly this time."

Getting Familiar

By Garmore

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21597195/#cid:113490358

User Page -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/garmore/

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"What am I doing?"

As I press my hands to the warm oak of her office door, this is the one thought pervading my mind. It will be guarded, protected by magic - you have no chance! Yet, apparently, risking the wrath of my Familiar Studies teacher is better than actually revising. Ah, there it is, that particularly poignant irony; the lengths a lazy student is willing to go to avoid putting actual effort in. I roll my eyes at my own stupidity, though my fate is sealed. I will not revise for this test. Pushing my hands gently against the door, I resign myself to whatever is on the other side with a hesitant step forwards.

Damn, it's a mess in here!

I expected some arcane force to send me reeling backwards - or for some giant, carnivorous plant to eat me whole, glancing over the mountains of worn books, the scattered volumes of delicate, ancient texts strewn across the floor - I fear I will only have to tackle my eccentric teacher's manic hoarding tendencies. Tiptoeing over the books and the clutter, trying my best to avoid suspiciously smoldering stains on the carpet, I make my way to her desk. Papers and scrolls leaked from every drawer whilst murky bottles of varying liquids stood clumped together, the contents of which seemed to leak across the varnished wood. In that awkward, half-crouched pose one might take when trying to capture a stray cat, I pondered my route of plunder.

About halfway through a stack of papers on wild Fey spirits, I feel a soft purring by my ear. I raise my hand with a start, batting at what I am certain felt like whiskers lightly brushing my cheek.

"Fuck!" I yelp, leaping up and away from the desk as I feel the soft press of fur against my shins. That definitely was not my imagination. Scanning the room frantically, I back up towards the door, fear getting the better of me. Time to leave... I reach for the brass handle at my back, eyes still darting from corner to corner. After I spend a good few panicked minutes searching for that elusive knob, I curse and resolve to turn around briefly - finding to my horror that the door had disappeared.

Shit.

The thud of a heavy book makes me spin back around, the room dead silent as - unbelievably - I come face to face with an enormous, grey and unequivocally smug wolf.

You're a little naive for a second year. The wolf chuckles, his amusement resonating through my head.

So this was the Professors familiar.

"I-I was...was just looking for her to ask her about the test tomorrow. Is she at the party? I'll...I'll go see if she is at the party..." I laugh, nervously, indicating rather sheepishly for the wolf to let me out again.

The large canine pads forwards with a certain regal majesty, his large head stooping to sniff around my pitiful figure. You can't hide anything from me. He breathes, in a rather sultry tone, a rumbling growl building up in his chest. With dismay, I start to notice a pain winding up my arm. It tugs and pulls, erupting in warmth as I glance down - seeing dark fur sprouting from my skin.

"I-I'm telling the truth...partly!" I gasp, finding my feet as I begin to back away from the beast. With an uncharacteristic yelp, I almost trip over - my shoes loosening until I find myself stepping out of them - paws splaying against the warm carpet.

As the wolf advances, I fall onto my backside, scrambling against the wall. I try to muster a reply but my tongue feels rather lethargic, unwieldy. It presses against my teeth until I let it hang out in a pant. That's oddly cooling. I sigh, happily drooling down my shirt as my broad tongue slowly extends. A thick appendage writhes from my waistband, pushing my loose pants down to freely wag across the floor, promptly curling up as shaggy grey fur runs down its length. It's becoming harder and harder to resist the fuzzy head of the wolf as he stoops forwards to pull my pants away gently. My legs buckle into a canine posture, paws extending into dainty, lupine proportions and that fuzzy tail tugs my taught tail-hole out into a more appropriate position. The wolf smiles, a mischievous glint in his amber eyes.

How 'bout it pup? Fancy being my familiar? Not that you have much of a choice~

The grey wolf extends his dexterous tongue to lap across that taught ring of soft flesh. Flanked slowly by grey fur, it twitches in response, useless paws hanging limply from my chest as I sink lower into his affectionate muzzle - moaning. Teasingly, he winds the tip of that wet, pink appendage to slip in - gently stretching his squirming new charge.

He draws his muzzle up towards my changing snout, nose upturning and darkening - scenting things I had never experienced. The sweet fragrance of the Professor, the old paper scrolls - the musky pre leaking from the wolf's cock. Without a word, he leans in and kisses me - pressing his large tongue through my blackening lips to writhe pleasurably against my own. It feels so natural to reciprocate, to lean forwards and taste his earthy flavour. It makes my fur twitch, my member press from its furry sheath to stand hard against my underbelly. A rumbling growl emanates from his throat, shaking my drooling chops. As soon as he pulls away, he looks down at me with unmistakable pride.

Good boy.

He growls, gently taking a hold of my smaller frame in his paws, suddenly rocking back on his haunches to roll roughly onto his back. He sets my quivering frame atop the tapered head of his throbbing wolf-hood. I catch my breath, gasping as his tip pokes against my warm, puckered flesh. Then, with a sigh, he sinks into me all at once - causing me to howl and whine in pleasure.

Burble!

By travisbuchanan

Story Link - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21304369/

User Page - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/travisbuchanan/

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It feels like you're choking.

Warm arms wrap around you, holding you steady as you try desperately to choke in some air. You know, logically, that you'll be fine -- you've researched this process countless times, and the feeling of choking will only be temporary. It's hard to shut off that instinctual response, nonetheless. You're fighting the most primal parts of your brain, and it's screaming at you that you're drowning, that the liquid running down your throat is going to fill your lungs until you run out of oxygen.

It's only because of those arms that you're able to calm yourself down. You can't exactly take deep, calming breaths -- but you focus on the thick arms that are holding your considerably smaller, more fragile body. Your fingers grip onto his forearms, sinking slightly into the goo they're made of, and you can't help but smile. You're going to be like him soon.

"Are you okay?" Worried, concerned eyes look down at you. It's always surprised you just how expressive he can be, even though his eyes are a solid yellow. It's the brows, you think. He's learned how to use them to express himself. He draws them together in a furrow to express concern, or narrows them to express anger. Right now, they're tilted away from each other. "Just breathe -- I mean, I know you can't breathe, but -- Um -- You'll be okay. We looked through the formulas together! You'll be fine."

He's more worried than you are. You can't help but grin slightly at that, though you can feel your throat melting; it burbles into a laugh as the last of your air is forced out through your lungs. Strangely, you don't feel like it's necessary anymore. A good thing, really. You're tired of feeling like you're drowning.

"...You're okay?"

It's adorable how cautious he is. He's looking at you with big eyes that remind you of a puppy, and the way his arms hold you, it's as if you're the most fragile thing in the world. You dig your fingers into his arms reassuringly, not trusting yourself to speak; your lungs are still midway in the transition point, and if you try to speak now, you'll spill goop out through your mouth and scare your poor lover even more.

Your hair is slowly dissolving. You can't feel it, exactly, but you can feel the bubbling on your scalp -- an odd, fizzing sensation that makes you squirm. You shut your eyes briefly, and almost panic when you can't open them again. It takes him squeezing you gently around the waist for you to remember yourself.

Slowly, your vision swims back into view -- through your eyelids, this time. They've merged with your eyeballs, turning them a solid sky blue. With them, you can see the rest of your changes taking place. Your skin has turned into a translucent layer of purple, allowing you to see for the first time your own bones and veins. You can even see them stretching slightly as the blood pulses through them.

You hear a whimper, and look up. Those big, yellow eyes are looking down at you again -- the goo creature seems almost more afraid than you are. You suppose it's the mid-transition look; it would be terrifying to just about anyone, and considering how much he cares about you...

You bid him to close his eyes, gently placing your changing hands over his eyes to show him what to do -- though you grimace a little when you realize you've just shown him a close-up of what human hands look like without skin. He seems to get the message, nonetheless, and squeezes his eyes shut. His fingers grip gently around your waist. He doesn't want to let go of you.

You can't keep yourself from smiling. Your jaw has changed, by this point -- thickened and expanded, pulling on material from elsewhere in your body. You're becoming a lot less dense, in fact, and you can feel yourself growing and expanding as a result. Your legs are becoming thicker and longer, your feet look more like giant blobs than any defined limb, and your hands...

Well, your forearms look large enough to punch through a building. Something which you're relatively certain the goo creature covering his eyes in front of you has actually done, once.

At the same time, those bones and veins within your body dissolve into a mist that mixes in with the goop that you're quickly turning into. Soon, you're actually on eye level with your lover.

Leaning in, you press a kiss to his lips. What passes for them, anyway. He's long since replaced any semblance of actual lips with a threatening-looking set of teeth, instead, offset only by the fact that they're made of soft goop. He thinks they look cool. You have to admit, you think the same.

It does make kissing awkward, though.

His eyes slowly open, quickly brightening when he looks over your transformed body. You're just like he is. A creature made entirely of goo, except you're purple where he's green. For a moment, he's completely silent; his hands squeeze repeatedly at your belly, as though he's not sure if you're real.

Finally, he grins that big, goofy grin you're so familiar with, and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. "It worked!"

"Of course it did," you say roughly. You're a lot more emotional than you let on. "I can't leave you alone for a second, you know that."

"And I don't want you to." He squeezes his arms tight around you, pressing kiss after kiss on your lips until you're spluttering. "I can't believe it worked!"

"I am a scientist," you sniff haughtily. Then you grin, leaning in towards him. "And I say we test out this body more thoroughly in the bedroom."

He yelps when your new hands grope at his butt, but he doesn't protest.

You are the scientist, after all.

She Loved Him

By Chezz_studio

Story Link -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21596410/

User Page -http://www.furaffinity.net/user/chezzstudio/

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Snuggled in between a warm blanket and an even warmer chest Hana stirs. A gentle breeze from the steadily spinning ceiling fan wafts the scent of last night's revelry around the small room. A crescent moon of a smile plays across her lips as his scent tickles her nose, bringing the previous night to the fore front of her slowly waking mind. Last night had been a mistake but mmmmh it sure didn't feel like one now.

"I think I'm in love" she thinks.

...O'God that word was loaded. Too loaded for muzzy headed pre dawn pondering. Sleep now, think later. She shoves it aside and snuggles back into the crook of his arm, letting the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lull her back to sleep.

"Mmm, smells so good", the thought slides across her consciousness like a breeze. The scent draws Hanna in. She wiggles closer, letting her nose press into soft flesh and inhales; "mmm-amazing". The scent sparks a gnawing hunger in her. The soft smile on Hana's face grows, twisting into something carnal. Thoughts of sleep flee as her body warms. Slowly, softly, she kisses warm flesh. Her lips taste and her body vibrates. More. The warmth of the bed turns into a throbbing heat. Sweat beads on her skin and flows down the slope of her breasts. Hanna peels the sweaty bedsheet off her too hot skin, exposing her naked chest to the cooler air. It does nothing to chill the building heat. Her hot breath sweeps across the chest of the sleeping beauty beside her in heavy waves. Its smells so sweet, Hana can't pull her nose away from it. The scent was a drug and she was addicted in the worst way. Her ears twitch as the man mumbles in his sleep and turns on his side, pulling her against him in a one armed embrace.

Pressed to his chest she listens to the song of his beating heart; the rolling waves of air passing through his lungs. She licks her lips and follows the sounds across his firm chest, over his wide well muscled shoulders and onto the nape of his neck. She pauses there, watching as his neck softly pulses and his throat ripples with air. This vulnerable stretch of his body hypnotizes her. She stares, transfixed, for the longest time. It looks so right, so perfect. A hitch in his breath snaps her out of the trance. Out of some reflex she darts forward pressing her nose to his neck. Her pulse quickens. His skin, his blood, and the vibrating life within him calls to that building inferno inside her. Her mouth creeps silently open as she lowers her jaws onto his neck. Her moist breath blows across the vulnerable spanse of flesh as her jaws slip closed. Her heart races and the sweltering heat of her body becomes a ravenous hunger. Hungry, food, prey, EAT screams the inferno. Sharp too large teeth press to the skin of his throat, ready to clamp down. The food moves. It puts a hand between her soft spotted ears and scratches. She pauses. The odd gesture throws her off balance. Something is wrong. Her heart races faster. She feels wrong. Her body feels wrong. The man mumbles in his sleep again. She freezes. For the span of several furious heart beats she does not move, does not dare to breath. Then, in a pained gulp of air, Hana finally burst back into consciousness.

" Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!", Hana's head jerks away, her eyes filled with panic and tears. She quickly looks down and prays she didn't do it. That she didn't kill him. "Please god damn it, please don't let him be dead" she pleads . She blinks her eyes several times before the haze clears enough for her to see that he is not only alive but somehow still sound asleep. She blinks away a fresh set of tears and lets her heart slow down to a manageable rate. It takes too long for the panic to leave her. She needs to get away from him now.

She peers down at his slumbering form once more. Her eyes scan over every inch of him making damn sure he isn't hurt; that she didn't hurt him. Hana can see perfectly in what should be complete darkness. With the realization comes the involuntary response from her body: ears back, lips curled, teeth bared in displeasure. She manages to choke back a rumbling growl before it has a chance to wake him. "Damn it" she silently screams. Tears fill her eyes once again. It takes her a moment to blink away the tears. As she does Hana spots something dripping down the side of his neck, he can't tell what it is with her new eyes. Composing herself she slowly leans in closer, examining the mysterious drip. Still unable to identify it she makes her second mistake; she sniffs it.

Between one heartbeat and the next Hana is gone. The glint of intelligence vanishes from her eyes and a slow rumble builds in the room. A sandpaper tongue laps tenderly across the trail of ambrosia on the man's skin. As the rough tongue brushes over the small tear of flesh the leak becomes a trickle of ecstasy rolling into her mouth. Coarse licks draw out little pinpricks of liquid alongside the spring of flavor. The hunger pulses through her limbs as she takes in the taste and smell of him. Arms like steel bands circle his sleeping form in a possessive embrace, pulling him closer. She licks and licks and licks, wearing down the skin along his throat. Flavor trickles from his neck faster than her tongue can taste it. She closes her jaws around his throat once more. The man stirs in discomfort.

A pause.

The man's eyes open. A fleeting glance.

She loved him

Blue Fire, A Transformation.

By Waters 478

Story Link - https://www.sofurry.com/view/1091678

User Page - https://waters478.sofurry.com/

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How could he have let it get so late? In point of fact, he was just as vulnerable out here in this forest at night as any maiden. The sun had descended below the horizon perhaps an hour ago, and it was becoming almost impossible to see where he was going. Sparks of colorful static danced in his vision. He could only make out the silhouette of the trail around him. He had been so determined to find that blue eyed girl who disappeared from the village this evening. Out here this long now though... he just wasn't sure that he'd find her in one piece.

The wind was howling, the trees whipping to and fro. He crept along the path, just hoping that he would glimpse the maiden on what he believed was the way home. The noises of the forest at night were startling him, as were the bats swooping from above. But nothing startled him as much as the rumbling growl that emanated from the brush beside the trail! He gasped, and his heart leapt. He turned to face the sound and saw blue light, reflecting from the weak glow of the moon, piercing him from two wolven eyes.

"Ahh!!" He yelped, fumbling for his woodsman's ax. He tried to back away, but in the darkness, he tripped over a boulder that had been quite invisible and landed on his back. The wolf lunged, and all he could do was defend his throat with his hand. It's teeth sank into his hand, sparing the pounding arteries in his neck. When it realized it had missed its mark, it released him and backed off, growling, watching. His heart was pounding, and he tried to scrabble to his feet. He felt so dizzy, he couldn't manage to stand. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, he had been wounded before, but it had not affected him like this. His vision was blurred, but the wolf appeared to be sitting now, watching.

The world around him quickly sharpened as he tried to wriggle himself away. He could see deep into the night, but the colors were shades of grey. His skin was burning! He looked at his arms. His injured hand was miraculously healing before his very eyes! He felt as though his clothes were choking him. He ripped them off as though they were drenched in acid. He frantically scanned his body. His hair had become extraordinarily thick. He rubbed his healed hand over his chest. It felt like fur!

He was sure he was losing his mind when his arms and legs began to deform rapidly. He lied on his back and held his appendages high as they crackled, quickly becoming canine legs and clawed paws! His face was stretching, as if pulled by a sculptor. Like a flash, he was suddenly flooded with new sensory information. He huffed air in and out through his long muzzle, and it seemed as if he could taste the forest. His ears were molded quickly, they swiveled, following the faint sounds of the forest.

He looked down his body, across his new muzzle, as he felt a strange, almost pleasurable tugging sensation at the point of his tailbone. He watched as a long, hairless tail pushed forth. His tail quickly grew thick wolven fur. As his tail was growing he had also felt his genitalia shift. His penis and testicles had pulled further from his anus with a shiveringly pleasurable stretching of his prostate. He had become slightly erect while his testicles itched as they grew a light and downy fur. His penis tingled and burned as his foreskin, shaft and glans stretched and contracted into a furry, sheathed, and pointed rod.

The changes were complete. He was quite certain of what he was, but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He stood and for reasons he didn't understand, he shook, his pelt moving from side to side. The wolf that bit him regarded him as if it were considering something. It turned and ran, heading toward the slope of a hill, away from the path. As he watched it go, a force began to compel him to follow it. He walked, slowly at first, paw after paw like a puppy with overly large feet. But soon he was running. The wind howled in his ears as he ran, chasing after the blue eyed wolf. The forest blurred around him, and his focus was precise on following the lead wolf.

As they ran, he picked up a strange scent that demanded his attention. He ran faster, closing distance with the source of the delightful smell. He quickly realized it was emanating from the blue eyed wolf. He ran close, diving his nose in behind the lead wolf. His muzzle slipped past the tail and his cool black nose landed flush with the source of the heavenly scent. The force compelled him to lap with his tongue, and it slid for a moment between a swollen rounded cleft. She turned at the cold touch and nipped him away, and they continued running, he somewhat slower as his shaft bounced below him, a red tip pressing forth from his sheath.

They reached the crest of the hill where the blue eyed wolf stopped. Sitting, she threw her head back and howled at the now brighter autumn moon. The force told him that he should do the same. They sang sweetly into the night. His spirit felt jubilant and free, but there was something he desperately needed from the wolf beside him. She turned, as though she could sense his need, and walked over close to him. She rubbed her head against his side and quickly passed her tongue across the red tip below him. He shivered with pleasure and bounced around to look at her, tongue lolling.

She hadn't turned around. Her tail was held aloft, displaying her puffy pink spot, her blue eyes turned back at him, a gaze of lust as hot as a fire. He didn't waste anytime, diving right in. He licked excitedly over her pussy, causing her to clench and un-clench, releasing a fluid as sweet to him as honey. He pressed his nose into her backside, lapping and lapping. She pressed back, arching upwards, her tail swaying slightly. She was panting, her head down and her tongue lolling.

As he attended to her, his hips began to rock back and forth, his back arching up. His need was extreme, his was cock ready. He hopped on to her back, grasping her hips with his fore paws. He thrusted at her wildly, panting hot and wet air against her neck. She widened her stance, spreading her wet pussy for him. He found his mark, and slammed into her frenetically. She whined, the pleasure overwhelming her. She was panting harder now, her pussy gripping the shaft pumping in and out of her.

The speed of their copulation increased steadily, becoming rhythmic, her sensitive lips rubbing against the soft fur of his sheath as she rocked back and he rocked forward. He pushed into her harder and harder each time, a back leg occasionally kicking up with excitement. His cock was rock hard, but he continued to feel expansion. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but the forces crashing through him kept him too distracted to consider it. His prostate was pumping from the stimulation, pre-cum lubricating her sex.

As the pleasure increased it became more difficult for him to pull out of her. His cock seemed to be growing just above the base, a bulb filling, becoming harder and larger. The mass was propelling the blue eyed wolf to the height of ecstasy, until finally she came, her vagina clenching down with immense force. She threw her head back, howling with bliss. In a chain reaction, the vast force bearing down on the sensitive base of his cock sent him over the edge, and he came explosively, his tail and anus pumping as semen surged forth. He threw his head back, joining her in a joyous note that rang out across the forest.

They cooled off for a moment in the crisp autumn air, their breath forming clouds as they panted with exertion. He tried to dismount her, but his cock was stuck. He awkwardly swung his leg over her, stumbling slightly, his rear-end pulsing against hers as he continued to ejaculate. He craned his neck around to look into her sapphire eyes. She gazed back with a look of contentment as her womb filled with seed. They careful lied down upon the hilltop, resting their heads on the soft grass, under the moonlight. One way another, he had found his maiden.

Midnight Massacre

By Lupex

Story Link -https://www.sofurry.com/view/1091720

User Page -https://lupex.sofurry.com/

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An obsidian sky hung over the man with a heavy overcoat that clung to his shoulders. An eerie abode soon came to view, and with huffs of condensed breaths, the man rang the doorbell.

There was a low thrum of beating and jubilant ambiance that bled through the webbed walls and blood splattered glass.

For just a moment, the void like darkness dissolved as the heavy clouds shifted in the brisk wind. Sickly silver light shimmered on the plastic decorations and mid-sized suburban house, casting the fake impressions away with an unsettling glow.

The door opened, unleashing a lurid kaleidoscope of light. A beaming girl enthusiastically waved the visitor in. The throbbing clarified to a heavy bass line and muffled murmurs resolved into a succinctly blurred chattering. As the man entered, he mused at the once in a double decade full moon.

Amongst the revelry, he spotted several tables laden with appropriately themed refreshments and appetizers, constantly swarmed by a large, writhing conglomerate of snacking party goers. The visitor slid a tongue across his lips, glad to know that he needn't worry about being hungry tonight.

Though not everyone was in costume, there was still an eclectic myriad of costumed individuals. The visitor pulled his overcoat tight. Perhaps he could pass as Inspector Gadget, though it wasn't as though there was a costume competition - no one was spending too much time scrutinizing one another.

It was long before midnight and much of the festivities had already broken down to various drinking games. With it, the energy and zest of the party seemed to creep higher: already, there were reports of Halloween decorations receiving being unusually accosted, so when a scream ripped through the joyful cackles and hysterical shouts, no one seemed to notice.

The visitor astutely noted the scream, and shivered despite the coat he drew over himself. A moment passed before they found the body in the washroom.

At first, as was natural, the host was praised on the unsettlingly impressive Halloween prank. When she, aghast, denied any involvement, the first calls to 911 were made - in vain. Phone lines were dead. All internet services ceased. Finally, the inebriated attendees began to panic. The man found himself knocked from every side by all the agitated people, and growled slightly under his breath. Were it him, he would have kept his composure, rather than screech like beheaded banshees. As though it could afford him any protection, he drew at his coat tighter still, despite becoming far too warm for comfort.

"The doors won't open!" came a fright stricken voice from the front door. All at once, what little suppressed tension split like the cracked skulls that adorned the front door. Some individuals had managed to calm down, secluding themselves slightly, either believing the whole clamour was an elaborate prank while others simply had faith in solving the mystery. The man sunk closer to them, a bit relieved to find some reprieve from the chaos. It was really hurting his ears.

Of course that didn't last too long. All the frantic movement had turned the party into a horror themed sauna, and the visitor began to pant slightly, wishing he could take his coat off. The coat was a bit damp, but the moisture was entirely too warm for his liking.

Another explosion rippled through the crowd as three more bodies were found. Wisely, the man extricated himself from the scene, as did many others, who, despite their proximity, had failed to notice what caused the gruesome event.

The man began to shift uncomfortably, glancing out the windows anxiously. Soon, he hoped. Those same windows were being assaulted with chairs and other items, much to the horrified host's chagrin.

The visitor sniffed, and stifled a cough, the whole place smelled of sweat, alcohol and straight up fear. And blood. Too much blood. His nose twitched as he tried to find other spaces away from those attempting to flee. It did little good.

More bodies were soon found, those that had also avoided the chaos in the front. The visitor was breathing hard, pacing about to burn off his nervous energy. Click. Click. Click. Drip. Drip. Drip. A finger began to point to him and he startled.

Then another, and another. Then a holler, a scream. The visitor took a deep sniff and his furry ears perked up. At last. The tightly drawn coat burst from his frame, as did the front door and the windows.

A bloody grin spread across his canine visage as the clock struck midnight - the party had just begun.

Bite Me

by Pawsroloc

Story Link - NA

User Page -https://pawsroloc.sofurry.com/

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He always goes to the window before he shifts. I know it has something to do with the cycle of the moons, I just don't really understand how exactly. He tried to explain it to me once, but I never fully understood.

Before I met him I had no idea what shifting entailed. Most people tend to get notion in their head that it's an awful experience. People hear the word and they immediately picture a man, snarling on all fours like a wild beast. But when he shifts, it's nothing like that. He just stands there, still as can be. Sometimes he fidgets slightly in place or wiggles his toes, but he's always calm, eyes fixated on the night sky. I like to watch his chest when he does this, his breaths slow and practiced. After every exhale, he'll take in a little bit more air with his next breath. He can do this for a while. Then, just when you think he couldn't possibly fill his lungs with anymore air, he'll stop. That's his favorite moment. Not the shift itself, but the moment right before... the anticipation. I can't help but wonder what it must feel like.

Suddenly, he's exhaling again. But this one's different from the others. There's strength behind it, metaphorical and otherwise. It's as if his entire body is sighing out in relief at once, his moonlit silhouette expanding upon itself. Patches of hair become tufts of fluff as fur quickly travels its way across his body in seemingly aimless directions. Sometimes it only takes him a single exhale to finish shifting, but he's already taken three. It looks like he's taking his time tonight. It must be for my sake. He knows I like to watch.

When he's finished he slowly turns back towards me, still basking in the soft moonlight. I can't believe I used to fear him. I can't believe I used to fear /this/.

"Happy Halloween," he says, shooting a toothy grin in my direction. The bed lets out a noise of distress as the weight of his new mass settles atop it, the large man slowly crawling his way up the bed towards me.

I rest my hands behind my head as I jeer back at him. The bed wobbles beneath the two of us as he comes to a stop above me, his imposing figure dwarfing my own. I run my hand idly through his fur as I stare back into those golden eyes. "Bite me." I jest.

"Ha. Ha." The deep baritone in his voice sends vibrations through my palm, leaving me giddy. "Very funny."

Golden eyes stare back at me for a moment, our faces sharing a moment of mutual satisfaction. The moment doesn't last forever. I watch as his smile falters for a moment, his eyes darting to my neckline in this moment of hesitation. He leans past me, pressing his muzzle against my shoulder. Slowly, he begins to rub against me, digging his fur into my neck. He does this for a while, as if in a vain attempt to scrub me clean. A month ago, the act had seemed affectionate to me. But after ten straight nights of such ritualistic behavior I began to suspect there was something he wasn't telling me.

"I'm serious, you know." I blurted, curling my hand tightly around his chest fur as I spoke. I could feel him tense as well, the man almost completely stopping in his tracks at my statement. Slowly he pulled himself off of me, giving me a chance to get into a more comfortable position.

"What? Are you sure?" He asked, his deep voice barely more than a raspy whisper.

I swallowed tightly, my fist still balled in his fur. I could feel his heart beat, slow and powerful, in contrast to my own. "No. I mean, yeah. Right here."

"This is a pretty big decision to be making-"

"I know. Just do it. Don't make me sit here thinking about /it/."

"But that's exactly what I'm trying to do here. I don't want to hurt-"

"It's okay." I reassured, pressing my hand against his fur. "I know about the scent marking."

The large man visibly recoiled at the accusation. Discretion really wasn't one of his strong suits.

"Look," I began, "I'm not completely oblivious. And I know it also has something to do with wanting to... you know..." I glanced down at my neck, turning back to him quickly enough to see him swallow nervously. "I just want you to admit that you want this as badly as I do."

The big man said nothing, his big eyes scanning me in a desperate search for an answer.

I took a deep breath as I angled my head to the side, giving him clear vision of the place he had been rubbing. "It's like a band-aid, right?"

The large man let out a soft whine of confusion, ears folding backwards as he spoke. "What? What are you-"

"Hey," I cooed, slowly petting his chest once more, "everything's alright. You just gotta... rip it off. So let's get the bad part over with, okay?"

He nodded, almost reluctantly, doubt written plainly across his face. "It's going to hurt, but then-"

"But then it won't. I know. I'm ready." I reassured, nodding back at him before closing my eyes.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, I felt the wolf's large hands travel up the length of my sides, his fur brushing against my bare body as he closed the gap between our bodies. I could feel his hot breath against the base of my neck now. He sniffed cautiously, as if appraising the area. I squeezed my eyes even tighter as I felt his tongue lap at my skin, the sudden contact startling me. I took in a sharp gasp of air, held it for a moment, and then let out a slow and drawn out breath.

"Okay," I whispered, gripping the sheets. "I'm ready."

A bit of this and that and fluff

By Winterdragon

Story Link -https://www.sofurry.com/view/1082571

User Page -https://winterdragon.sofurry.com/

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The forest was peaceful, quiet, and showing the beginnings of fall. A few birds were digging and peck for insects until the loud sound of a human yelling filled the air and causing the birds to scatter and hide amongst the trees.

Kurt was gasped after the sudden shock of the spell hit him and had caused him to yell out in surprise. There wasn't any actual pain, but a throbbing that spread from his core, and warmth. He hoped that the spell had worked and would soon find out. It started with an itchy feeling under his shirt as the blue material looked as if something was pushing out from underneath his stomach and chest. There was, but it wasn't just his chest thickening with muscle from the spell, but also fur.

Kurt gasped again in surprise and quickly took off his shirt and set it aside, looking at his front in wonder as his out of shape build was molded and reshaped to something else, something stronger. The soft cream colored fur thickened across pecs that were thick with muscle, darker thicker nipples visible as well. It raced down his shifting gut and into his pants. The fur along his sides and back was different as a dark rusty red flowed along those area's.

Kurt was a bit stunned as his shifting head was carried away from his body by at least a foot or so, the furred neck was thicker, somewhat flexible, and cream furred in front with a thick rusty red mane that flowed over his head and allowed his new ears to push out from it. His muzzle came to view and he started to pant from his forming muzzle.

His new muzzle stretched out painlessly into the mixture of canine and dragon features, twitching little nares visible at the slender tip of his new sleek strong jaws. His eyes were hazel as that cream coloration spread over his face.

His triangular canine ears twitched and turned a bit in the direction of the sounds around him as the changes so far left him dazed, but warm and comfortable, and his panting seemed to be automatic with the way he felt. He had that dopy canine grin as his form shifted to that of both canine and dragon. He curled his tongue a bit, the forked tip tickling his pallette and he snapped out of it.

Kurt let out a soft but deeper gasp as the changes finished with the upwards shifting and the magic flowed into his lower body to shift things there. Hips swelled as his rear did so, thick muscle bulging out into existence with the flow of fur. Then a tail was noticeable, swaying as it bulged out longer and longer with the thickened muscular furred rump till at least a few feet of strong thickly furred tail swayed behind him, pushing down the back of his shorts.

He was glad he had chosen to wear nothing but those loose gym shorts, with his wider hips and thick strong rear. His thick furred thighs bulged the leggings of the shorts and he had to teeter as his stance shifted and his feet splayed into strong large three-toed parts of his body with thick pads and thick dark nails.

The shorts were stretched indeed now by his thick rear, pushed down by his new tail and spread by his broader strong hips and bulged out by his new cream and rust red fur. However, the front crotch area was still void of such bulge.

This changed as a surge of magic flowed there and caused him to tent the front of the fabric. This made him emit a strange deep but melodic of a moan as that tent pushed further from his body. A tip was visible, a bit more pointed as a damp spot formed. He placed his thick paw hands across his muzzle as his loins shifted and his erection grew into something more fitting for an anthro dragon then human, but with a hint of canine as he felt a

slight swelling sensation at the base of his new unseen sheath.

He could feel his balls as they too swelled greatly and kept themselves tucked close to the body by a smooth furred pouch. They throbbed as they swelled, making his changed veiny member twitch. But the changes soon ended, leaving the hybrid with a warm soft feeling, thickly muscled body hidden by fur that was cream in front, and faded to a dark rusty red color along his sides and back. His arousal ebbed and gradually slide back into its thick furred home, leaving an ample bulge to be seen in the front of those poor gym shorts.

Kurt looked around, his mind clearing as he adjusted to his new stance, walking around a bit with his thick feet crinkling dry leaves on the ground. HIs tail swayed and he looked himself over, his muzzle pulled into a content smile.

"Wait till the check me...." he said to himself in his deeper rumbling voice as he flexed a thick furred arm. A curious fly landed on the tip of his sensitive muzzle causing him to sneeze. A small gout of flame spewed from him and singing a few leaves on the ground a few feet away. This startled him and he blinked his larger hazel eyes a few times. "Crap, too much dragon." he stated, and rubbed his furred mane in thought.

He pondered how to control that part of himself as he gathered his shirt, the chill of fall no longer bugging him, as he swayed with his new stance home to show off his new body.

Formula For Change

By Astrosecant

Story Link -https://www.sofurry.com/view/1073697

User Page -https://astrosecant.sofurry.com/

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"Well, here goes."

He winced as the needle pierced his arm, injecting the special serum into his body. A cocktail he'd worked on for months, and he was the only guinea pig...a bad idea, but at this point he'd stopped caring.

For a few minutes, nothing...he was about to consign it to failure when he started to feel a twisting under his skin. Breath shaky and getting fast, he started tearing off his clothes and moved in front of the camera, the one witness to history.

The visible changes started from around the injection site; the smaller human hairs pushed out, replaced by thicker fur, dark-colored, almost black. The spread of the fur was slow, traveling down his arm and up towards his shoulder, slowly covering the darkening skin. He watched with fascination, until the feelings in the rest of his body became too distracting.

It was worst in his face; he could feel the snapping and cracking, the rising pain as things tried to reshape. There were others, mainly in his legs and rear, somewhat in his groin, but the face was the most difficult, making his vision blur as his eyes watered. Thankfully, it wasn't long before the next step kicked in; the bones softened, became more pliable and malleable, refusing together and shifting with much less fuss and less pain. He still had to sit down, try to move as little as possible lest his less stable skeleton collapse on him; it wasn't the most convenient thing but it was better than the agony of rigid bone trying and failing to change its shape.

He could feel his gut slimming down as his body spent energy to convert him; the injection had a high-energy base but it wasn't appearing to be enough. Said gut was also becoming covered in dark fur, the spread of which had started to pick up; he could feel it covering his back as well, and slightly turned to show the camera, the device picking up the red-orange color of that part of his body.

His vision was starting to clear as the new shape of his skull took hold, pushed out in a muzzle with a revised button nose, his ears migrated to the top of his head and becoming more pointed and triangular. The fur was covering the outside, making an almost raccoon-mask pattern around his eyes with red, white, and black. He felt a sense of relief as the bones regained their rigidity, the discomfort fading from his face and letting his focus return.

His upper body had changed entirely, his arms and chest having fully furred up. His hands had also changed slightly, the tips losing some tightness as the claws finished forming, and the palm surface gaining some extra padding. His lower body was still in the process, though, and he could still feel discomfort as the structural shifting took place. His tailbone was pushing out, adding segments as the flush worked out, thick fluffy rust-colored fur covering it as fast as it grew. His legs were also starting to take new shape, especially around his feet where his ankles were shifting to a slightly more digitigrade stance. He could feel some of his toes merging together, forming four which were more evenly sized, and the surfaces gained some thickness and padding.

He could feel a growing tension in his crotch, and watched with fascination as his penis was pulled into a sheath, sinking deeper into his body. It was an odd feeling but not an unpleasant one, thankfully; the shifting actually was slightly stimulating, though not enough to get him truly aroused. He could feel some slight changes in his testes as well, the flesh containing them getting darker and more furry, and maybe a touch larger, though not too much.

The strange feelings all over his body started to fade away, leaving only his new body behind. He stood back up, feeling almost perfectly at ease with his new changed footpaws, his fluffy new tail sticking out behind him, the ears and muzzle twitching on his head...the shifting had successfully rewired his brain to map these new alterations, the trickiest part of the whole process. It would take a lot of time to learn all the new adjustments he'd had, but the natural feeling was the one he cared about most - being stuck in the wrong body would have been torture.

He reached down a paw to rub around his balls and sheath, breath getting a bit harder as he learned the layout of his sensitive new equipment. It didn't take long for his shifted penis to make its appearance, its shape resembling a raccoon's but with a more human-esque length and girth. The temptation to get himself off was fairly strong, but he kept himself in check; this was a scientific exhibition, not a pornographic one, and he only wanted to make sure the camera saw the shape of it. He could finish the job privately.

He gave one more spin for the camera, showing his finalized body, highly reminiscent of a red panda. His physique had also changed, he'd been somewhat portly before but the energy needed for the conversion had left him very thin, very lean, and very hungry. Converting the excess weight was an unexpected bonus, but the formula would have to be tweaked for those thin to begin with, otherwise their bodies might not sustain a change like this.

Satisfied, he turned off the camera, a giddy grin on his muzzle. "I'd call that experiment a success...now to develop other species."

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