The Problem with Patches
I still tend to wake up early, my heart racing.
It takes a few moments to get myself back together.
In most respects, college had treated me well--decent grades, good food, close friends (a couple with benefits)--but there was one dark spot.
It was a bad one, too.
My roommate.
Now, on the surface, no one would think Tab was a bad guy. And...he didn't seem like he was, at first. He kept his stuff on his side of the room, didn't fill the air with obnoxious smells, even offered to share his tub of licorice sticks. He did snore pretty badly, which I gather is common among burly guys like him, and he had a tendency to walk around without shirts rather more than I was comfortable with, which I gather is common among guys with stripes. (He's a tiger.)
And it all worked out fine to start with, until the day he discovered my talent. Now that everyone has something--Tab's got super strength, for example--most people tend to be pretty open about what they can do. I used to be as well, but then I found that sometimes that can come with a dark side.
It was a couple months into the first term and I was on a hike with Tab and a couple of other friends--a stern snow leopard named Edger (who I always figured was grumpy because people kept misreading his name) and his jittery boyfriend Karlie, a blue fox (who hadn't been born blue, but had learned quite by accident his ability to make temporary effects permanent).
The hike had taken us pretty deep into the hills before Edger'd taken his fall, a loose rock having given way underfoot. It didn't look like there were any bones broken, but he'd definitely taken a deep cut from whatever he'd landed on, blood flowing heavy down his leg. I flinched from the sight.
Karlie took out his phone and started panicking while trying to get signal, and Tab tried to give Edger some comfort. "Do we have anything like first aid?"
"Well... I can probably help..." I sighed. It's a pain to have a power that people need, but that actually hurts to use.
Sharp marten claws out on my arm, eyes squinched shut.
"'Mish?"
Inhale. Pierce. Tear. Exhale.
"Vemish, what the hell--"
Not looking yet--still dripping. I can get a little woozy at the sight of blood, even when it's mine and I know it's nothing to worry about.
"What the fuck-"
It only takes about a minute. When I felt the wind brushing my arm through regrown fur, I took it as safe to look. My left arm had recovered from being flayed and my right hand held the torn hide.
I knelt down by Edger, breathing deeply and carefully so that I didn't faint from the sight of his wound. "This is a patch, and it'll help, okay? A piece of me will take over for a piece of you. It'll keep you together until your own body can grow back over it."
He nodded. I lay the strip of chestnut-furred flesh across the gash. I didn't worry about cleaning the area; the replacement would be total and the healing factor worked on both sides, so there'd be no infection.
After a few short moments the snowcat had a patch of marten fur and no other sign of injury.
"Wow," said Edger, standing up. His recovery was immediately tested as his relieved boyfriend tackled him with a tight embrace. "Thank you," Karlie said.
Tab didn't say anything, but still seemed impressed.
And once the hike was over and Karlie and Edger had quit gushing about it, it seemed like everything had gone back to normal.
Tab and I went back to campus to shower off the muck we'd accumulated over the day. The dorm had communal showers, and he and I usually washed up together--separately, of course, in stalls side by side, but chatting about whatever happened to be going on that day.
Today he was talking about tonight's concert; apparently The Transformation Flight was back in town and he was excited for a chance to see them live.
He also seemed to be peeking around the divider to check on me a lot more than usual. That is to say, the first time was a surprise, the second time was unsettling, and the third time he'd seemed to be totally comfortable so I tried to relax as well.
I wouldn't have judged myself against him normally; he was obviously the hotter of the two of us by a long shot, built like a football jock, though his sport was actually wrestling--in a special league against those of his caliber. I didn't have his bulk--the freshman 15 doesn't count, even though it was closer to the freshman 50 by now--but I did have mustelid charm, a sexy golden throat-ruff (if I do say so myself) and, well, the bigger dick.
Now, Tab's tab wasn't small or anything--it might have been on the better side of average--but six inches on a tiger his size looked puny by comparison. Meanwhile, the only reason I wasn't certified hyper was because I'd never been quite able to break 12? hard. Maybe I'd get there as I passed further into adulthood, but the best I'd been able to measure so far was 11.85? thick and throbbing.
Tab snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I popped out of my reverie realizing I was sporting a semi from daydreaming about dicks.
"You didn't hear a word I said."
I tried to play the odds. "Something about a girl?"
He reached down and flicked my cockhead. "Your dick doesn't get hard when I talk about girls. Don't think I don't notice."
My ears reddened and my dick throbbed harder.
He grabbed the end of it, stroking it a little. "It's a big dick. I like it."
Relief flooded into me and I looked up into his eyes. "Really? I didn't think you'd--"
"Hold up there, bro. Not a chance. I don't mind you noticing I'm hot... but my bat don't swing for balls. I like your dick, so I'm taking it."
"What? Hey!"
Tab slid his paw down my junk and gripped it tightly at the base. "That little trick you did today, I bet it works all over, right?" His claws sank into me, and I whimpered out, squirming as he drew blood. "I'll take a patch. A bit of you taking over for a bit of me."
"Tab, please--"
He tore off my dick with one swift movement, and I sank to the ground, paws covering my crotch in pain and my head spinning as blood mixed with water flowed down the shower drain.
The big tiger looked down at me with a smirk. "You'll be all right." He jammed his dick into the ragged end of what used to be my cock, and started fucking it like a fleshlight.
"Damn, your dick feels good," he said, and then inhaled sharply as the patch took hold of his flesh, a couple of inches of his shaft still visible behind the point where the color softened into the paler tones of my own dick. "Damn, your dick feels good!"
Tab started stroking his new footlong with both paws as it fully melded to him, the big tiger panting as he enjoyed his new dimensions. My own crotch had healed over by now-at least, it showed a smooth patch over my nuts where my dick used to be, while my body worked on restoring the more complicated structure. Despite the blood being gone, I felt heartsick.
"Tab..."
"Oooh... fuck..." He gripped his cockhead tightly with one paw and his balls with the other, growling out as he reached a climax, spurting a thick load of cum all over me.
It's lucky that I was fully drenched under the running water. It was bad enough without letting him see tears.
"Thanks, 'Mish." He went back to his shower stall as his dick softened, cleaned himself up, and wrapped himself in a towel to head back to our room.
I sat where I was a good while longer, trying to get my brain to function. Eventually a rhino came in to shower and I knew I couldn't stick around. I washed the cum out of my fur and went back to my room--dreading an encounter--but Tab had already gone.
The next day I was lying in bed as the sun came up, wistfully rubbing the inch of cock that had grown back so far before I was startled by Tab's return. The big tiger burst open the door, laughing to himself and staggering, probably still drunk. The bulge that used to be mine strained the front of his khakis.
I turned in bed to face the wall.
"'Mish, you totally missed out! This badger chick took me home when she saw what I was packing, and her roommates joined in when they came home, you should have seen it, the bunny chick had the biggest--"
Like nothing happened.
"Tab, you fucking stole my dick."
"Oh lighten up, it's probably grown back already, am I right?"
I turned and showed him my dink, but he only laughed. "Hah! I guess it takes a bit. Still, you'll be all right man, don't sweat it. Whatever. Those ladies tired me out, I've got to get some shut-eye. Night, marts."
He climbed into bed and didn't pay me a lick more attention, and it wasn't long before his snores filled the room with the morning light.
I got dressed and left.
Sure, my dick grew back over time. But Tab's patch faded too, and after the first week he was back to his usual size.
"This won't do, bro," he'd said. "Gimme your dick again."
"Fuck off," I'd said.
And the next morning I woke to the tiger's claws on my dick, ripping it loose again for his own use.
After that, I could barely sleep anymore. I knew it wouldn't be long before he realized he didn't have to wait till the patch had fully absorbed before he could rebuild it again. It all added up the same. I'd wake in panic throughout the night, dreading those claws.
Friday night came.
"I've got a date tonight, bro. Think you could top me up?"
"If I didn't the first two times, why do you think I'd--"
He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, his claws drawing blood, and lifted me into the air. "Let me rephrase that. I. Am taking. Your dick."
I wanted to fight back, but it wouldn't be any use--I wouldn't be able to make a dent in him.
"Fuck you."
I cursed myself immediately for saying it. Sure, neither of us could do lasting damage to the other. But I couldn't hurt him, while he could beat me as hard as he wanted and probably get away with it because there wouldn't even be bruises to show in an hour.
So yeah, he hit me. Rather, since he was still holding me, he swung me and his fist together and the room swam in my vision as he made contact.
Trente-six chandelles, said a memory of French class in my head.
He hit me again and knocked me out.
I woke up in the dark, without a dick.
"Karlie, I need out."
I had started spending as much time away from my room and as little time alone as I possibly could. The cycle had been going on and I could hardly remember the last time I'd been intact. So I went to my friends.
The blue fox had agreed to letting me stay over with him, and when Edger saw what Tab had been doing to me, he insisted on me sharing the bed with them.
I spent that night crying tears of relief as they shared tenderness with me, paws stroking through my fur all over and telling me they cared about me and I'd be all right.
Edger left for a morning class, leaving his fox to take care of me. "Karlie," I said again. "I need out."
He looked alarmed before realizing I couldn't have meant the worst.
"And I want to teach that bastard a lesson."
"Um. What've you got in mind?"
I told him.
The fox stood beside me in the dark the next night as we listened to the snoring tiger.
"You sure you don't just want to make the dick patch permanent?" he said quietly.
"And tempt him to make a one-footer into a two-footer next time? Not a chance."
"You sure he'll be all right?"
"Probably. But at this point I don't care. Anyway, this hurts me too."
I took a claw and sank it into the upper part of my belly, and tore all around the edges, the biggest patch I'd ever made. I tried to keep from fainting as the blood dripped down, but I needed to concentrate on what I was doing.
When the skin of my belly had fully come off, I held it in front of me for a few moments, shivering as my body healed over. "All right, here goes."
Fortunately the tiger had already kicked the sheets aside, showing my half-stiff dick draped over his stomach. I pushed it down carefully, so as not to wake him, and draped the patch over his crotch, covering dick and balls and tailhole like a fleshy diaper. The patch took hold after a moment, leaving all those essential organs undefined and his crotch just soft fluff like a teddy bear's.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side." Karlie held a paw over the patched tiger. A glow passed over the tiger as the magic took hold. His junk wouldn't be growing back.
"Now let's get out of here."
We were halfway to Edger's parents' before my cell rang.
"What the fuck did you do?"
"Just a patch I thought you needed."
"I need to piss and I don't know... what'll happen..."
"Best see the nurse. Maybe they can cut you a new hole."
"I want my dick."
"Yeah? Well. So did I."
I ended the call and blocked the number.