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Full Moon Fever

By LeCount

A gift for Darius Whitefur

A cold wind blew through the dark and silent campus. Lamps shone along the pathways, barely illuminating the cobblestone paths they were placed alongside, let alone the vast lawns of the university, leaving large stretches of murky shadow. Buildings were scattered haphazardly around, seemingly planned at random and with no real direction. The lights in their windows were the only signs of life in the night. In the sky above, the full moon hung low and heavy.

The lights in a group of windows in one of the buildings went dark and several moments later the small metal door at the side of the building squeaked open sending a shrill screech echoing into the silence of the night. Someone quickly walked out of the darkness of the doorway, pulling his coat tighter against his body as the chill breeze rushed around him.

Darius stood, shivering slightly, his long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, his glasses perched on the end of his nose, which he quickly pushed up.

He pulled his phone out of his coat pocket, pressing the power button on its side and looking down at the screen. 12:27 read the clock on his lock screen.

"Great." He muttered to himself. "That took way longer than I wanted it to. Oh well, at least I don't have anything to do tomorrow." He pulled out his headphones and stuck them in his ears, while also unlocking his phone and opening up a playlist in one swift motion before strolling off towards the direction of the parking garage where he had left his car.

Darius eventually came to the end of the path he was on. The path itself took a sharp left, turning to loop around several large buildings. A small, cramped alley stood between the buildings ,however; one that if he cut through it would allow him to shave at least ten minutes, if not fifteen off of his walk. Still, he hesitated. It wasn't the wisest idea to walk through alleyways in the dead of night in the middle of a city, even if it was in a university. He used his phone to shine a light down the alley. It barely illuminated a few feet into the darkness, but he didn't see anything too worrying, and the thought of getting home to his warm bed faster was ever so tantalizing. He stuck his phone back into his pocket and took a deep breath before making up his mind and taking his phone back out. He turned the flashlight on and walked into the alley.

The buildings loomed above him, tall and ominous, hiding most of the sky. Still, a piece of the full moon was visible, white and pure, in the crack between them. Darius picked up his pace, regretting his decision more and more the further he walked from the much safer pathway he had left behind. His heart began to pound in his chest and he began to try, however ineffectually, to reassure himself that nothing was going to happen.

Then his phone light reflected off of two glowing, red eyes in front of him.

Darius let out a small yelp dropped his phone in surprise. His headphones were ripped from his ears and the hard plastic cellphone case clattered against the hard cement of the ground causing the light to flicker. In his panic, he still somehow managed to hope his screen hadn't cracked. Chastising himself for thinking about something so dumb at that moment. The flashlight turned off with a sad whine. Darius cursed.

The eyes crept closer and closer to where Darius was standing, still glowing bright in the dark alley. Darius's mind screamed at him to run, to try to flee back to the safety of the moderately lit safety of the pathway or even better back into the building from which he had originated, but his feet were rooted to the ground. A low, threatening growl echoed through the alleyway. Darius finally found the strength to move, but as he lifted his foot to run, the creature leapt. Its eyes soared through the darkness. Darius raised his arm to protect his face. A move which ultimately proved to be wise as sharp fangs pierced though his coat and sunk deep into his flesh. Falling to the ground, he began to struggle to push the crushing weight of the creature's body off of him. He used his free arm to punch and dig at the side of whatever was biting him, ripping chunks off fur out with every movement.

Whatever he was doing seemed to work and the beast let out a small whine before releasing its grip on Darius and jumping off of him, running in the direction from which Darius came. Hurriedly, Darius felt around for his phone, finding it not far from where he lay. He quickly got the flashlight working again, thanking whatever god was listening that his phone hadn't gotten broken in the encounter and pointed it towards where the creature had run. He just barely caught sight of what looked like a large, if slightly misshapen, dog running around the corner at the end of the alley. He sighed.

"What the hell were you thinking Darius? Going through a damn alleyway at midnight!" He mumbled to himself, taking the tattered remnants of his coat off and wrapping it around the bite wound on his arm. What he saw didn't seem like it was bleeding too badly, so he figured he would just go home for the night, use whatever first-aid items he had at home to treat it, and worry about going to a doctor tomorrow. Now that the adrenaline was stopping, he was getting increasingly tired.

The rest of the trip to his car and then to his apartment building went without incident, the throbbing in his arm slowly dying down along the way. Eventually, he found himself fiddling for his keys in front of the plain, wooden door that led to his apartment. One of the other doors in the hallway clicked open and Darius heard someone walk out.

"Hey Dar! You're out late."

Darius smiled a little despite his foul mood. It was his neighbor, Mikah. He turned to face him. Mikah was standing next to him, his mediumish black hair and clothes were both extremely messy like he was in a hurry.

"Whoah," his eyes glanced down at the bloody coat wrapped around Darius's arm, "what happened? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just got bit by a dog back on campus. Not a big deal, I'm going to get it checked out tomorrow."

"Ouch. Hope everything works out. Anyway, hate to be rude, but I gotta get to work. Already running a little late."

"No problem, man. Have a good night."

"You too."

Mikah rushed off and Darius turned back to the task of getting his door open. Eventually, he found the right key, the locks clicking satisfyingly before he turned the handle and pushed the door open.

His apartment was rather modest compared to what he could probably live in on his budget, but he didn't mind. He found the small space charming and had decorated his three rooms of heaven just how he wanted. He flicked the light on and threw his phone on his couch before walking over to the bathroom.

The harsh white light above the sink stung his eyes, but not at much as the antiseptic he was gingerly applying to the bite marks on his arm. They were smaller and far less deep than he had expected them to be from how it had felt when the dog had been attacking him. He shrugged internally. Maybe he had just been over-reacting and imagining some of the pain in the panic of the moment. He winced as he dabbed more liquid on his arm. Honestly, this probably hurt worse. He let the wound dry for a moment before he bandaged up the wound. Hell, the dog was probably more scared of him than he was of it.

He walked out of the bathroom and immediately headed into the bedroom, pulling his clothes off and jumping into the warm, soft bed, passing out almost immediately.

The bright, morning sun shone in through the window filling the room with light. Darius slowly stirred in the bed, trying to get himself to wake up. He pulled his glasses off his night-stand and put them on, slowly sitting up.

"Odd." He thought to himself. His arm didn't hurt at all. He took the bandages off to see how the wound looked and let out a small, shocked gasp. There was nothing left of it at all, just small scar marks where the teeth had punctured his skin. He was sure now that he was over-exaggerating everything that had happened last night. He looked down at the torn coat on his floor. In the light of day it looked like most of the stains on it were dirt from the alleyway anyway. He had probably done more harm than good by using it to cover his arm. "Might as well not even go to a doctor." He muttered under his breath. He felt fine and the wound looked fine so no reason to waste the money unless something changed.

***28 Days Later***

Darius sat in his car and let his head rest on his steering wheel. He had to be getting the flu or something with how he felt today. He couldn't concentrate on everything and with how hot he was feeling he had to be running a small fever. He wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his shirt. It was bad enough that he had decided to come home early from his work in the lab today. He probably shouldn't be driving home in this state, but he had no other options really. He rolled down the window to let the cold autumn air into his car, as he pulled it out of the parking garage and into the street.

As his car drove down the street, the breeze blowing into this car was definitely helping. Still, Darius found himself panting a little and found himself, very oddly, having to resist the urge to stick his head out the window. The only problem with the window being open was that the acrid smells of the city were especially harsh today. He swore he could smell every single scent on the wind and it was beginning to give him a small headache. Probably had something to do with whatever he had caught.

The flickering florescent lights in the hallway leading to his apartment bothered Darius's eyes. Now he was sure he was coming down with something. Everything ached, his skin felt hot and extremely sensitive, and his vision was getting blurry even with his glasses on. He quickly unlocked his door and started to open it.

"Dar, wait up one sec."

"Hey Mikah, what's up?" He turned to see his neighbor coming down the hallway with another man.

"Just wanted to introduce you to my best friend, Joel. He's moving into the apartment across from mine in a week or two."

"Hey there. Mikah's had nothing but good things to say about living here, you included." He reached out his hand towards Darius.

Darius had meant to shake his hand. Darius had meant to say hello in the appropriate, socially-approved manner. Instead, what happened is in an instant, Darius found himself on the ground behind Joel, his nose shoved in Joel's rear sniffing frantically. As soon as he realized what he was doing he stopped and jumped to his feet. Mikah and Joel stood, frozen in horror. Darius felt what must have been all the blood in his body rushing to his face.

"I... Uh... I have to go. Not feeling well. Sorry." He nearly pushed the two over getting around them, slammed his door open, jumped into his apartment, and slammed the door shut, locking every single lock. He rushed into his bedroom, shutting that door as well. He jumped into his bed and shoved his head underneath his pillows trying to block out the inevitable knocking of his neighbor wondering what the hell had just happened.

What the hell had just happened?

What the hell had just happened?

What the actual hell had just happened?

He kept replaying the moment in his head over and over. Going to say hello. Finding his nose pushed as far into the back of Joel's jeans as it would go. The mortified look on Mikah's face.

Worst of all, he found a small part of himself enjoying reliving the moment as evidenced by the growing tightness in his pants.

He scolded himself. There was nothing good about what had just occurred. Absolutely nothing good. He found himself sweating again. His fever must have returned. He forced himself out of the bed and slowly opened the door to his living room. It was thankfully quiet. It seemed like Mikah had given up on getting an explanation. He stumbled over to the small kitchen attached to the corner of the room and riffled through one of the cabinets for a bottle of aspirin. He quickly took two, washing them down with water, and headed back to his room, pulling all the curtains closed.

He passed out nearly the second he hit the bed.

Small rays of moonlight shone in through gaps in the curtains, landing on Darius's bed. In the dim light, small changes began to happen to the man. His fingernails began to darken, turning from white to brown before eventually turning shiny black. They pushed out becoming longer and longer, growing sharp points at the end. The skin of his fingers, already puffy and inflamed began to darken and harden at the end, turning black as well, forming what could best be described as the pads animals had on their feet. Similar changes were also occurring to Darius's feet as well, claws pushing their way out and pads forming on the ends of his toes.

In his deep slumber, Darius moaned at these changes and reached up to scratch at himself with his newly changed hands, ripping several large holes in his shirt. Inside the rips, small, soft, white hairs could be seen pushing itself out of his chest, slowly covering it in a thin layer of fuzz. The cold air of his room felt so indescribably good against this new layer of fur on him, Darius found himself moaning once again, except this time it was obvious his teeth were changing. His canines pushed out, becoming longer and sharper. His other teeth quickly followed suit, though none of them became quite as long or as sharp. His tongue brushed up against one of the points, a small cut appearing and a few drops of blood filling his mouth with their sharp iron tang.

As he tasted his own blood, his dreams began to turn from their usual indecipherable mish-mash to something more primal, more animalistic. Dreams of running through forests. Dreams of hunting prey with a pack in the undergrowth as the moon shone down from above, bright and full. Dreams of mating, of using his thick canine (WORD FOR DICK) to satisfy that most pleasurable urge.

Darius woke up in his dark room. Despite the lack of light he could see surprisingly well. Even without his glasses, he was able to see everything clearly. He turned to look at his clock. The red numbers were flashing that it was 1:43. He had slept nearly an entire day away. On the bright side he felt much better. He reached up and pushed his hair out of his eyes with his claw.

With his claw.

He looked down at his hands. There were pads at the end of his fingers and instead of nails he had black, animal claws.

Clearly he had to still be dreaming. He slapped himself in the face.

That was a bad idea, he quickly decided. Especially with the claws. Now his face hurt, he was positive he wasn't dreaming, and there was a small scratch running across his cheek. He wiped the blood off on the back of his hand. It smelled delicious. He subconsciously pulled his hand up to his mouth and licked it off, the taste of iron filling his mouth. It didn't taste as terrible as he thought it would've. He found himself smiling before he snapped back to reality.

What the hell was going on with him? He needed to get out of the apartment. Clear his head. Get some air. That would help. And while he walked he would try to figure out what to do about his hands. He sat up and noticed his bed, now destroyed beyond repair. His blankets lay in tattered strips everywhere and one of his pillows sat forlornly at the foot of his bed, a huge rip in its side, feathers spilling out of it. Then he noticed his feet and had to try very hard not to start having a small panic attack.

As he walked out of his apartment, wearing a nice white shirt with a blue button up-shirt over it, he was glad that the weather was cold enough that the leather gloves he was now wearing wouldn't be seen as unusual. He walked down the street, the scents of the city filtering into his nose. Unlike yesterday, they were infinitely more pleasant somehow. Each and every person he passed had their own unique smell, some more desirable than others. He would occasionally notice his butt wiggling in a rather odd manner. A small voice inside his head screamed out that something was wrong. That he should go get help. Go to a doctor. A hospital. Do something. Anything. But the voice was kept getting overpowered by all the new sensations.

Even though the crisp autumn breeze felt nice against his slightly warm skin, Darius decided it was time to head home now that he had managed to calm down a little. He'd handle whatever was going on all on his own. Everything would be fine.

Darius sat on his couch watching television. Throughout the day, he'd quickly managed to become accustomed to his changed hands and by now he was using them as though nothing was wrong at all, using the remote to flip through channels like a pro. In the kitchen sink behind him, the remains of two (honestly rather undercooked) steaks and he found himself rather wanting to go and eat what remained, especially the bone. Outside his windows, the full moon rose above the city's buildings and it shone down upon his living room, with its soft white light.

Suddenly, a shooting pain and spasm racked his body, he dropped the remote and fell to the floor unable to catch his breath. Another pain shot through him and he cried out, although it sounded more like a pained animal than anything human. The pains subsided for a moment and he forced himself to his feet and staggered towards his bedroom.

He had just managed to get through the doorway when an intense heat spread across his body. He reached up and began to tear his clothes off, clawing through them, hoping that if he got them off it would help to cool him off. As the tatters of his clothing fell to the floor, he collapsed onto the, still destroyed, bed.

The cool, albeit ripped, blankets felt heavenly against his fur.

Darius had to do a double-take. His chest, where the heat was the worst was covered in a growing layer of white fur, which was oddly enough growing in black where he had a tattoo. It slowly inched its way down from his pectorals, closer and closer towards his crotch, snaking its way under his underwear, the only piece of clothing to have survived his assault. Before he was able to observe further, another pain shot through both his arms and hands.

He watched as the fur grew on his arms. White as snow, except where his tattoo was. He watched and it grew lower and lower and was forced to look down at his hands as the white fur began to cover them. His fingers elongated and stretched, the bones within cracking and shifting as they became something between animal and human. At the center of his palm, another pad formed similar to those already on his fingers and toes, his skin turning thick and puffy and black.

A similar feeling began to manifest in his legs and feet. He watched as the fur began to snake down his legs, covering them in a soft layer of white. In what was an oddly pleasant feeling, his feet began to stretch longer and longer as his toes became more and more paw-like, also becoming covered in the layer of fur. The pleasant feelings quickly stopped when he felt the bones in his legs snap. He watched as his lower legs moved in what was, honestly, a horribly unnatural way. Eventually, they settled once more, this time in a digitigrade configuration.

Now that the pain from his legs had ended, Darius took a few brief moments to breathe. Fearing what he would see, he reached down and pulled his underwear down. A sigh of relief escaped from him as he saw everything looked pretty much the same down there excepting that all the hair had turned white as well. This feeling of relief was, tragically, short-lived.

The heat throughout his body began to focus around his cock as the white fur began to grow out around it. He watched as it began to travel up his foreskin, which began to pull up closer to his body, turning into a canine sheathe surrounding his cock.

Slowly, his cock began to emerge from the sheath. It felt like all the blood in his body was being pumped into it and it was turning a much darker red color than it should be. He watched as it began to stretch out, the mushroom head becoming pointed and sharp like a canine's. A knot began to grow at the bottom. He reached down in disbelief, touching it to make sure it was real, that is was his. The moment his hand made contact with it, a wave a pleasure shot through his body.

He began to rub his paw-like hands all over it, his eyes rolling back into his head at the sheer feeling of it all. Pre-cum began to leak from the tip of it, providing some lubrication, but still it wasn't enough. Slowly an idea began to form in Darius's mind.

He leaned forward towards his throbbing erection. He whined as he couldn't quite make it, his mouth just inches from where it needed to be. Suddenly, something in his back cracked as his spine and muscles rearranged themselves and he lurched forward the rest of his distance, his mouth encircling his dick. There were no words to describe the sheer ecstasy he felt in that moment. He was so enraptured that he didn't notice his hearing disappear as his ears stretched to points, migrating to the top of his head and becoming covered in thick white fur or as his tailbone stretched outward longer and longer until a several foot long fluffy white tail was wagging behind him.

What he did notice was as his jaw began to stretch out, longer and longer into a muzzle, providing more and more pleasure as he was able to cover much more area with his tongue.

Finally, the pleasure hit a peak and he reared back and let out an enormous and echoing howl as his cock twitched and cum began to shoot out of it onto his body. It started out human and white, but quickly turned a feral yellow like that of a wolf's.

Finally, after what felt like years, Darius collapsed back onto his bed, savoring the afterglow. He stood up and, in what was perhaps the first moment of clarity he'd had in a while, grabbed a towel out of his closet to clean himself after his experience. He walked through his apartment and into his bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror with his strange amber eyes, he let out a small, excited murring noise. A white werewolf looked back at him. He had grown a bit taller during his transformation and all of his hair had turned white, his hair forming a white mane down his back. But still, despite his initial panic, he looked and felt incredible. But how had something like this happened to him.

A small pain in his arm brought the memories back to the front of his mind. The 'dog' that had bitten him a month ago. It must've been...

A small smile formed on his lips. He could spread this. Show other people how wonderful it was to be a wolf. Perhaps form a pack. He thought of his neighbor just next to him. Sleeping and un-expecting. . He walked out into his living room, the full moon seeming to illuminate everything and shine off of his fur. A low and excited growl escaped his throat. Yes, Mikah would be his first and then after that his friend. Soon, Darius would have a full pack to enjoy his new life with.