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Meeting an online mate for the first time at a convention has some rather unconventional results! Adult story featuring Kangaroos, M/F, full animal forms, and transformation!

• * * Usually one of the first things you notice while on a shuttle bus from the airport to the convention hotel is some sort of signage on the marquee outside, but you never really know if you are at the right place until you see groups of people walking along the sidewalk with luggage, black sketchbooks, and furry tails hanging down from the seat of their trousers. Jake settled down into the vinyl seat a bit more relaxed that he hadn't taken the wrong bus, and yet he was excited at this first convention experience. The flight had been exciting. He always liked the takeoffs and landings with the massive power of the engines pushing him back into the seat. Window seats were a special treat for him. Being squeezed into a seat meant for a young toddler or alien grey at best for six hours wasn't his idea of fun, but being here at the convention should more than make up for it. After all, he was finally going to meet the Roo Crew, a group of kangaroo fans online that he'd been conversing with for quite a while. The lobby was crowded, noisy with the conversations of many people at once. His head was always spinning this way or that, trying to catch everything at once. So many people! And they were being silly in public. He felt relaxed and, well, at home here. This was going to be great! "Jake!" came the cry across the lobby. He finished signing for his room and picked up the key just as Brent came up behind him and gave him a hug to force the air out of his lungs. "ROO!" Jake fairly squeaked at the sudden hug. He knew Brent only by a photo shared on the Internet, but there was no mistaking the tall fellow's recognition of Jake. "Um, hi?" Jake offered, a bit timid at first. "Is that you, Brent?" Brent smile came easily, "If it isn't then call the police- my body's been hijacked!" He knucklepunched Jake in the shoulder and grabbed one of the bags at Jake's feet. "Let's get you settled in, eh? We've got a bunch of us going out to dinner tonight and you're invited to the mob." The second floor was deserted comparatively to the madness that was the lobby downstairs. But even here there were indications that something special was going on at the hotel. Flyers for other conventions, special notices for room parties, and even a few custom signs hung from various room doors advertising the occupant's presence. "Wollox and Colfandra" was on one door. He didn't know who they were, but apparently they were a fox and rabbit of some sort and not afraid to advertise the fact. Cool. It was like being at some giant club where everyone was your friend. The cardkey for the door gave him a bit of trouble at first, but eventually stubborness won out, admitting Jake and Brant into the room. The dark curtains blocked out the Thursday afternoon sun, but Brant soon cured that with sunlight flooding the room. "Can't have enough of the sun, don't you know. Makes your fur nice and dry," he said with a smirk. Bags were tossed onto the single bed and before Jake had really set himself up in the room a cell phone announced itself. "Y'ello. Sure. He's here now. We'll be down in a minute," Brant closed his flip phone and tugged Jake to the door. "Veggie bar down the block. The whole mob is in the lobby waiting for us. Come on, little roo." It felt strange being called 'little roo' by an obviously adult young male, someone whom he had chatted with online and seen their photo, but never spoken to or met in real life. And yet it was also comforting. He could feel 'Jake Schultz' fading away and 'Pademeroo' coming to the forefront. By the time they got down to the lobby and meeting with the other folks clad in various types of T shirts with kangaroo themes and some even wearing small tan ears on bands atop their heads, he started to feel reality blur with his online role playing. People didn't really know 'Jake' but they all knew 'Pademeroo' or 'Paddy' as he was known as. Lots of head scruffling was going on and even a few taking tentative hops. Strange thing though- nobody else in the lobby noticed as they were all too busy barking, yipping, or play acting their own little adventures. Dinner was exciting, busy, and largely a blur. So many faces, so many people to meet and socialize with. He found himself telling people more than once that he would see them later at the con. He didn't know when or where, but everyone was constantly trying to arrange meetings. Some were a bit more obvious in their interests in each other were beyond just friendly little skritches, and while that might have bothered him at home or on the street, here in the company of friends, the sight of two guys snuggling with each other didn't faze him at all. In fact he started finding such couples 'cute' as he kept seeing them as the kangaroos that he knew online. The mob was largely male, as was much of the fandom, but a few 'flyers' or girls were in evidence as well. The love of the kangaroo was not limited to one gender. All seemed to be joined in their fondness of the pouch. Brent led Jake back to his room later that night, much later than he thought he would be out. It became apparent during dinner that Brent's interest in Jake may be more than the friendly chitchat they had online, what with the friendly little pats and nuzzles of hands and feet. He could have sworn he felt the light caress of a roo tail alongside his own in his mind. Such thoughts came easily when he wasn't concentrating on the subject at hand, his mind drifting to his online role playing persona. He blushed brightly when Brent snuggled up close to him and suggested tucking him into bed like a good little roo in his mother's pouch. Brent's knee rubbed against Jake's thigh in a suggestive manner and Jake found he wasn't repulsed. He wasn't ready for this sort of thing and was a bit uncomfortable with the idea. He just wasn't sure. Brent took the hint and promised to check in on him in the morning. He would be his guide to the convention proper on Friday. It was his duty to see to the welfare of all young joeys after all. And with a head skritch ruffling Jake's hair, he was off down the hall. In the darkened room, Jake settled on the single bed and pondered what had happened that day. It was a blur of motion, people, and places. So many things happening at once! At that point his energy left him and he dropped to the pillow, eyes closed and dead to the world. He probably would have been more comfortable under the covers, but right now sleep claimed him for its own and would not be denied. The next day came entirely too early. No alarm was set so Jake was rudely awakened by the knocking on the door. "Get out of the pouch, you lazy joey!" Brent was already chipper and bouncy. A smile crept across Jake's lips. He stumbled to the door and opened it. "Heya," he mumbled and made his way to the bathroom to get changed, washed, and ready for the day. "I don't remember Quokka being a morning roo type," he spluttered through mouthful of toothpaste. Quokka yipped back, "You don't log on at 7 AM to see that I'm already online, that's why." The timezone difference between Jake and Brent was enough that their morning start times were three hours apart. "Cheater." "Come on, Dealer's Den opens in 20 minutes. You got to get there to get all the new prints before they sell out." Jake had to believe Brent, the taller roo had been to many conventions already and was the seasoned veteran. Ten minutes later had them walking down the hallway, even more furry fans in evidence from signs on the doors and the furry tails poking out of the back of jeans. They made their way down to the ballroom where the Dealer's Den was set up. A line was already forming to get in. "What about my membership?" Jake noticed others had their badges, but he didn't have his yet. "Oh frag, let's get you registered." A side room held the registration tables. It didn't take much and they found his name after only three attempts at spelling 'Ponyroodaroo' correctly. How many of them could there be? Pinned to his chest and beaming proudly, the badged kangaroo hopped to the Dealer's Den with Quokka. The line had thinned out as the doors had opened and let the herd burst through the door. It was a madhouse. He'd been to a few trade shows and even a comic book swap meet, but nothing could have prepared him for what he beheld before him. Row upon row of dealers, all with things of interest. Unlike many shows he had gone to where maybe one or two tables might, *might* have something he would want, everything here was of an anthropomorphic nature. There was nothing he didn't want. Could his bank account withstand it? He already knew the money he had budgeted wasn't going to be enough. By the time he had made his way down the first row he already was down $100. He was tugged from table to table by his taller friend, meeting all the 'name' furry artists, many of whom he had only known by their signatures on the kangaroo artwork he would buy online or download. It was quite a thrill to have a face associated with the names. And they were friendly too! He had brought a sketchbook as he was bid by Quokka, and when one artist had noticed and asked about it, he had handed it over a bit dumbfoundedly. "What do you want in it?" the pretty young girl asked. He really liked her artwork, but never dreamed he would meet the actual artist. He was embarassed to ask anything. "Um, a little kangaroo?" She smiled and asked if he wanted black and white, color, or some combination. What sort of pose, clothing, situation, etc. All sorts of questions that he never would have been able to come up with on his own if asked what he wanted directly. The questioning subtly guided him through the decision making process and they came to an agreement for a pretty young flyer first discovering the joy of having someone in her pouch. It was a bit of an erotic request for a sketch, what with the whole pouch diving thing being a fetish amongs some, but she didn't seem fazed by it at all. Flipping through the print book he could see that his own request was quite mild compared to some of the things that the skunks were doing in poses quite impossible. The day went by in a blur. The Dealer's Den, the Art Show (where he bid on entirely too many things, but that's what the power of Visa was all about), several panels, and eventually a special panel or SIG on kangaroos. He really enjoyed that one. It was almost the same as the dinner last night with the other roos. They played a silly game of Pouch the Joey with a blindfold and had a special cake. It was a good time definately, but the day did end entirely too soon. He found himself back in his room again with Quokka. Brent was leafing through the purchases and loot that Alex had obtained. Quite a bit of a haul for a first day, he was told. The lights were dim with only the nightstand lit. It was late, Jake was tired, yet excited but unsure why. Perhaps...? They talked about many things, how they met others online, their first realization they were a roo at heart, and how they would live out their lives if anything were possible. Science, magic, technology, potions. All different means to an end. And all of it was impossible. "Except for magics." Brent quipped. "Pardon?" Jake sipped his soda noisily. "Magic. There are still some old magics in place. Here, there, in old places. Like in the outback. It's said the Aborigines there have the old earth magics still in effect. They do things that nobody can explain." He waggled his fingers in mystical silly gestures, "Spoooooooky." Jake laughed and hugged the larger boomer. "You're a silly thing." Quokka felt nice to hug. Warm, clean, and smelled nice. Very comforting. He didn't let go. "Um, little roo..... " Brent said softly, "Do you trust me?" "Yeah, I guess. Why?" "I mean, do you really trust me? I'd like to show you something, but I don't want to scare you or do anything too fast for you. It's something you can't tell anyone about." He felt Brent shift a bit in his hug. He suspected this might happen. Their online play had often come to a point where they played the part of flyer and boomer determined to fill the pouch of Pademeroo. "I don't mind," he said hesitatingly. He was ready for this, actually. "You can if you want to." "Do you believe in magic? I mean, really and truely believe in magic?" He did know there were things that science didn't have an answer for yet. Magic was just science not yet discovered or explained. But he was game in this situation. "Sure. I suppose." Brent fumbled in the belt pouch that all kangaroo fans seem to have these days. Pouch envy, it was called. A small stone piece, octagonal in shape, about the size of a fifty cent piece. It had a small leather cord tied to it. Inscribed on the surface were some strange runes he had not seen before. They danced before his eyes as they caught the dim light of the desk lamp. Brent spoke in a hushed tone, "It is called a tammabora, or calling of magic bound to the stone. The Kurdaitcha, or magic user of the tribes would use it to call a spell into being based upon the runes of the stone. Once inscribed, it could be called upon to be invoked and cast anytime the owner wished within reason. I would like to show you its particular ability if you would like." "Um, okay....." This was a bit weird, but hey, the whole convention was weird. Nodding, Brent stood and turned away. He shucked his shirt, shoes, and socks. He looked to Jake and smiled, "I need to be naked before I can do this, you understand." Yes, it figured he would need to be naked for what Jake thought Brent had in mind. He didn't want to admit that the sight of Brent taking his jeans off and removing his briefs did stir something within him. Brent's back was to him, his buttocks reflecting the dim light. "Here goes," he said and hung the small amulet over his head, resting it against his chest. Expecting Quokka to turn around and show him what being a roo male was all about, he was not prepared for the slight shifting of form and light around Brent. His light build... well, shifted. His neck lengthened, ears moving silently to the top of his head. His light brown hair thinned and moved to meet a rapidly growing pelt of similarly colored fur sprouting from his limbs. His shoulders became slender and less pronounced, merging more with his torso which was similarly becoming narrower. His arms shrank a bit, the tendons in sharp relief against his lmbs. His buttocks now longer were as pronounced as Jake's view became blocked by a rapidly growing appendage at the base of Brent's spine. A tail, he thought. He's growing a tail. Strangely enough he wasn't shocked by this, but instead accepted as fact. Perhaps it was the unreality of the situation that let him observe things objectively. His view of the rest of Brent was obscurred by the bed. More changes were apparent, and the figure hunched over and grunted loudly. It took a few minutes for things to settle down and then the being known as Brent straightened up and turned to face Jake. The light brown kangaroo's muzzle opened slightly in a version of a smile. He grunted and scritched his muzzle with blunted claws on one paw. He stood there with the amulet on his chest as if posing for a photo. "B-brent?" The name stumbled out. The kangaroo shook its- his?- head to the side back and forth. Jake thought again, "Quokka?" A nod was his response. This was impossible! And yet there was no doubt of what he was seeing. A human being no longer, a kangaroo male present and ready for action. The kangaroo gestured to Jake to come closer and he found himself following the motions without question. Jake had to touch him, the soft fur, the slight cinnamon scent to the roo, the strong arms, and large flitting ears. Dark eyes, and soft lips nuzzled his face. He buried his face in the kangaroo's neck and chest, so happy to meet a kangaroo in person with no fear of any danger to him or the animal. A real kangaroo! What it must be like! Brent- no, Quokka's tail thumped happily. Jake rans his hands down the form, rubbing at the thick large haunches and down to the heavily muscled legs. The feet ended in three toes, the center ones being much longer and tipped with rather large claws. It was easy to see why being kicked or raked by a kangaroo's claws could be so dangerous! Jake leaned into Quokka and was pleased to see the roo settle back onto his thick tail. He found himself hugging and being hugged by the warm roo. A sharp little bark got his attention and Quokka hopped to where his belt pouch was on the bed. He dug through the open pouch until he dug out a small item and held it loosely to Jake. The green stone amulet hung loosely from the leather thong, the inscription similar in nature to the one around the kangaroo's neck. "For me?" he barely could believe it. Could it....? He started to put it around his neck but was stopped by Quokka urgently tugging at his shirt with his teeth. "Oh, of course. I understand." Faced with the possibility of sharing this unique experience was enough that all modesty was thrown aside as Jake rapidly removed his clothing until he stood nude before the male kanga. The roo nodded and he hung the amulet around his neck and closed his eyes. At first nothing happened. Was was feeling pretty dizzy from all the activity and wasn't sure when he first noticed the changes. He thought he was watching for it, but it wasn't until his feet ached suddenly that he knew something was happening. He gasped out in pain and looked to his feet which were rapidly expanding forward, the outside toes merging to a set of three with the center much longer than the others. His heel expanded and he could feel his weight shifting a bit to compensate. His rump felt fat, or at least different. It was hard to describe it, really. A twinge, a surge, and realization of nerves that reported the presence of a limb that was always there in his mind, but now in reality. He thumped his newly formed tail in happiness. Like stepping into a shower that was too hot, his skin burned and itched as a coat of fur grew rapidly, and just like the shower, he could feel himself slip into that comfortable euphoria that comes from a comfortable sensation of warmth. The sounds were louder and he felt his ears catch the sound and direction of the grunting Quokka. Pademeroo opened his eyes to see a room no longer dark. True, there was no more light than before, but what light there was seemed brighter. He could tell where Quokka was not only by the sound of his breathing, but his scent. The cinammon smell was quite sharp and pleasant to his nostrils which flared widely to take it in. He flipped his ears and enjoyed the feeling of them moving about. He absently scratched at his face then stopped to examine his forepaw. Five digits, each tipped with blunt claws like those of a canine. He couldn't move the fingers independantly, but he could roughly close them as a paw. No thumb really, but he could grasp something crudely. Quokka barked softly and stood a few paces away. He gestured to him to come forward. Well, this should be a new experience. Obviously a hotel room doesn't leave much room to hop, even with only a single bed in the room. He tried to anyways, but sort of just went splat on the carpet. Okaaaaaay, let's try that again. He leaned forward and put his forepaws on the carpet, put some weight on his tail and swung his legs forward together as a pair. He repeated the motion and was able to manage a stumbling hop/walk sort of motion. It wasn't elegant, but it did get him to Quokka who nodded appreciatingly. The larger kangaroo licked Pademeroo's muzzle and moved across the room a bit faster, giving a slight hop. There was enough room to get at least two hops into it. More practice with Quokka and the two of them were soon hopping about the room, on and off the bed, making short little zigzag rounds to and from the door to the bathroom. There wasn't much room, but they managed. Kangaroo tag turned out to be a lot of fun. The two of them worked themselves into quite a lather by the time Quokka had caught Pademeroo in the corner of the room near a small desk. He pinned Pademeroo in place and nipped his ear quite sharply, drawing a bit of blood. It should have hurt, and it did, but also felt exciting. Pade was quite worked up, his fur all on edge. Their scents were strong, the musk of the larger male filling his nostrils heavily. It was a nice scent, and Pademeroo's nostrils widened to take in all of it. Was this the way it was amongst kangaroos? It was an exciting way to live, that was for sure. He mused on this and the strong scents when he felt the strong forepaws of Quokka lightly rubbing at Pademeroo's belly. He concentrated on a spot, digging into the fur and before Pade's eyes, *into* the skin. He felt the kangaroo's paw slip into a fold of skin he hadn't noticed quite before in his excitement of exploring the room in his new form. The paw slipped deeper into the fold, enveloped completely in the furry skinned ... pouch? Yes, there was no doubt about it. A pouch was definately on his belly. But males didn't have pouches. Only flyers..... had.... pouches....... Quokka's paw found a teat and rubbed at it, sending a shiver of excitement and thrill through Pade's body. Only flyers had pouches and flyers were.... female? He was a she? But it was impossible! No more impossible than transforming into a kangaroo, he told himself. He tried to analyze what had happened, but was distracted by the urgent rubbing of his teats and pouch by the larger and musky male boomer. Pademeroo looked down at the boomer's belly and didn't see any pouch so he was definately male. A glance lower between the legs of the kangaroo revealed confirmation as a bright pink bit of flesh emerging from his cloaca set aside any doubts of who was male and who was female here. Strangely enough the site of the kangaroo's penis made him- ah, her, squirm a bit in place, sending thoughts most inhuman through her mind. Quokka licked and nuzzled her ears and muzzle, rubbing at her pouch and teats. She grunted in response and sighed heavily. The male got up and tugged at the flyer to do likewise. She got to her feet and moved forward a bit, unsure of what she was doing, but her body willing to do what she knew not. Herded by nips and nuzzles, the male moved her to another spot near the bed and pushed her to the edge. He leaned over the back of her and nipped at her head and neck, which she lowered submissively without thought. As she moved forward, her rump lifted as did her tail, which the kangaroo boomer nuzzled and licked at the flyer's exposed cloaca. She grunted in pleasure at the silky wet touch. It was so sweet and soft, so careful. She could feel him moving forward, nuzzling her tail, her back, her neck, and grasping at her chest fur with his paws. She felt quite another situation down below as his haunches enveloped her own muscled rump, his penis finding purchase at her newly formed sex. Instincts took over, and she moved into the motion, letting herself be taken and accepting the probing member. It was hot, hard, and quite insistent. She could feel herself being parted and penetrated. She used muscles never imagined to envelope her mate and rock with him to take him deeper and deeper. The two kangaroos grunted with the effort, pounding at each other's flanks in a rhthym increasing in pitch and motion. The heat of their loins blanked out their minds in a purely animalistic urge and need to breed. Their bodies merged and became one single beast of passion and lust. A dance of ancient interaction, courtship and pairing. Each thrust by Quokka's member sent her into greater bouts of ecstacy, of which she returned by gripping him tighter with her internal muscles. The tip of the kangaroo male's penis, being quite unique in shape and function, served to keep the pair quite active up to the point where the waves of their passion broke over the top, spilling out over the rocks even as the boomer's seed flooded her most private depths. Hot, wet, and tight, the two collapsed in a tangled heap of very hot kangaroo in a musky room that would have set the maids quite aquiver. Locked together, Quokka licked and groomed the fur of Pademeroo's muzzle and ears. She sighed happily, in the arms of someone she trusted implicitly and now the bonds of mating something quite more primal and powerful. She felt her thoughts wandering and the sounds fading in a dreamy haze. It was so pleasant. She had finally come *home*. The next morning came with quite a start for the two kangaroos. "ROOM SERVICE!" came the call. Sunlight had flooded the room and on the lazy forms of the kangaroos. They hopped quickly to their feet as the maid tried to get into the door. Luckily they had thought to lock the door before their adventure out of habit. Quokka grunted loudly and tried to speak ,but wasn't very successful. The maid seemed to get the idea though and said through the closed door she would be back in 30 minutes. Pademeroo sighed as Quokka removed his amulet and watched as the kangaroo form flowed and melted into a male human once again. "Never enough time, eh Pade?" He reached forward and removed the amulet from Pademeroo's neck. A similar shifting and Jake found her-ah, himself human once more. Brent put his amulet into his own pouch and handed the one Jake had been wearing into the flyer's belt pouch on the night stand. "Did that really happen?" Jake examined himself, thinking it all a dream. "I don't believe it." "You don't believe that you changed to a lovely flyer and spent the night mating with a hopping horny humping kangaroo boomer?" chuckled Brent as he made his way to the bathroom. "Well then I suppose we'll have to arrange for an encore tonight after the Costume Masquerade, eh?" Jake waited until the sounds of the shower before quietly exchanging the amulets with each other. Tonight he'd show who was the boomer around here, ayep! He already had a good idea how to please a pouchlady and had plans on sending that Quokka into a fit of frenzy worthy of an entire mob. "But first things first," Jake said to himself and made his way to join the shower with Brent. There were all sorts of things to discover at furry conventions. Some of them even had to do with the convention. The end....for now!