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If you asked a million different people what college was like for them, you'd get a million different answers. The only thing that they all might have in common would be that they treated it like some kind of experience, one that had to change their lives forever, be it for better, or for worse.

"Come on, Marcus! It's just a little beer, dude!"

Something else that most college experiences had in common was the inclusion of alcohol, and whether someone was trying it for the first time, or they were the cool kid in high school who had access to their parent's liquor cabinet, almost everyone passed a bottle of some kind at their university.

Marcus Shuler was a typical nerd in high school, and not much had changed since he moved into his dorm at Walton University. He still had posters of video game characters up on the walls, he spent as much time as his computer as he did outside, and he tried harder at his classes than anyone else he knew, leaving him only one avenue to make friends; as a study buddy.

In this case, he was being offered the very first beer of his life: not by his father as a coming-of-age ritual, or by someone at a high school party- he was never invited to those- but by one of the few people who actually gave him the time of day when he wasn't in class with them, or helping them to study.

"I...I dunno, man," Marcus replied, feeling awkward just using a slang term for his friend. "I've heard your brain stops growing the moment you drink that stuff!"

"That is not how it works!" Brian replied, rolling his eyes and popping the top of the beer can for his nerdy companion. "If you want to keep getting picked on by every guy on campus, and ignored by every girl in your class, I'll drink it myself. If you want anyone to think that you're more exciting than watching paint dry, you'll take a drink of this beer, and be glad that you did."

Marcus wasn't allergic to alcohol, at least, that he knew of, but he didn't like being pressured into something he was unsure of. He hadn't taken a lot of risks in his life, and even the crash of a computer could give him a panic attack, if he wasn't ready for it.

Brian was the only friend he had on campus, however, and he couldn't imagine his fellow man leading him astray. "Well...i-if you say so, Brian," Marcus said. He took the chillingly cold beer in his hand and felt the condensation running down the sides of the aluminum, making him nervous that he might drop the can before he could even take a sip. "C-cheers, dude."

It was a weak, nervous toast, one that left Brian to watch and laugh as Marcus took a sip of his first beer ever, and like most people trying it for the first time...it took all of Marcus' strength to keep from spitting his mouthful back out. His face twisted up as he swallowed it, and at the mere thought of a dormitory monitor coming in and seeing him take a drink underage, Marcus felt his stomach begin to turn.

"Uh...Marcus? You okay, buddy?"

"No... no! I told you this was a bad idea! I knew this would happen! I'm gonna get caught! I'm gonna get expelled!"

"Marcus, calm d-

"I can't calm down!" the poor, sheltered young man flew into a tizzy, sending a small ripple of panic across the party, and getting noticed by the popular crowd for the first time in the worst way possible. Whether it was the beer, the panic it caused, or something else entirely, Marcus felt like the world was spinning as he fled the party, trying to fight the tears that were already building in the corners of his eyes. He was stumbling as he ran down the hall of the building, back toward his own dorm room, hoping that he might be able to drown out the sound.

WHAM! Marcus slammed the door shut behind him, even as Brian followed him down the hall and tried to console him. "Dude, it's not a big deal! Get back out there!"

"I can still hear them laughing at me!" Marcus yelled back, diving into the bed of his tiny, depressing dorm room and covering up his head with a pillow. The spinning was getting worse, and his stomach felt like it might be outside of his body as he tried to cover his ears. "Just go away, Brian!"

"Dude, come on..."

" No!"

Brian was sure that Marcus was okay, but he shrugged and gave up, walking back to the party. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Marcus hide in his room and refuse to come out for one reason or another, and he knew that this was a losing battle.

Feeling his nerves fried, Marcus did everything he could to keep from getting sick as he bit back on his tears. It was an exhausting loop, and though it was a terrible way to fall asleep, sleep finally did come for him, before too long.

**

"Marc?"

"Nnnhj...ugh... go away, Brian..."

"Come on, dude. Get up! Everyone was really worried about you!"

Marcus tried to keep the pillow over his head as his mind reeled, but he couldn't believe that he had a hangover. He was sure that he was just exhausted from a poor night of sleep, so much so that he didn't think anything of the thick, heavy CLOP that his foot made as it hit the floor.

If I have to get up to get rid of him, fine...

"Look, I'm doing okay, could you please just get lost for a little bit, Brian?"

Marcus was standing at the door, just barely opening it an inch when he saw not a hand shoot through the gap, but a paw. What was even stranger than what his eyes saw was the way that he easily held the door shut, despite being entirely tiny, short and nerdy.

"C'mon, man! Let me in there! I've gotta tell you about how awesome you were at that party last night!"

The lack of sleep was keeping Marcus from realizing what had happened, but the further he came to being wide awake, the more he felt a panic building within him. His body was tired and strained, as if sleep was a literal, physical struggle, but there was a different kind of tension there, one that he couldn't easily explain to himself, and one that his clothes were keeping hidden. The plain, simple graphic t-shirt he'd worn the night before was still there, but it was stretched to the very limits of what the fabric could handle, and down below, his blue jeans looked as though they were primed to burst from the rippling muscles underneath.

_Those are not my legs. What...what the hell? Is that fur? _

As if his mind wasn't racing heavily enough, Marcus could see thick, jet black fur covering both of his arms, and it wasn't growing into place. It was merely settled there, as if it had been there his entire life, and though he could see an eyeball peering through the door, it wasn't human, and it wasn't panicked. It was Brian; that much was clear by the tone of voice, but the eyeball looked decidedly feline, and in his confusion, Marcus lost his grip on the door, allowing a sudden blur of sandy fur and black spots to fly past him.

"Dude, everyone loved you! I think you're the most popular freshman on campus!" Brian cheered, as he sped around the tiny, cramped room for a few seconds, before settling on the vacant bed with all of the style and grace that only a feline could muster. "Everyone was totally bummed to see you leaving!"

"W-well, I...I wasn't feeling very well," Marcus offered up as an excuse, still unsure of what had actually happened to him, or what was going on. There was a thick, painfully loud clop each time that he took a step, no matter how gently he walked, and he tried to pretend that there weren't hooves on the ends of his ankles...but there certainly were, and they made perfect sense, when Marcus finally turned to face the window, able to see even a glance of his reflection.

He was tall. His body was riddled with muscles and covered with fur. Horns came up from either side of his head, and his face was stretched out to have a long, powerful looking muzzle. His hands were still hands, at least somewhat, but small, stubby claws sat at the end of his fingertips, and all in all, they looked more like paws than hands.

I'm...an animal. I'm a tall, jacked animal!

"Yeah, you were acting like you were gonna blow chunks," Brian explained. "But up until then, dude, you were the shit! Everyone was having such a good time, Marc! Man...you missed it."

"Why do you keep calling me Marc?" Marcus asked, finding the nickname rather curious, as he'd never heard it before. "And what was in that beer you gave me last night?"

"It was just an ordinary beer, dude. Promise. I wouldn't do that to you...and you're Marc, dude! That's your name!"

"It's Marcus, actually," he replied with a groan, before his own physical changes paled in comparison to something else he noticed. "Wh...what the fuck, dude?"

"What?"

" Why are you naked on my bed, Brian?!"

"Shhhhh, dude! Relax, keep it down! Everyone else is still just getting up from the party!" Brian tried to quiet his friend. Marcus was glad to still be wearing clothes, as the sight of his naked friend made him wonder if this was all some sort of twisted dream...the kind of dream that everyone has, where they show up to school naked, and everyone else is still clothed.

For Marcus, it seemed to be happening in reverse, but it was still unsettling for him. "That doesn't explain one damn bit why you're naked!"

"Cause I knew no one else would be awake, and I didn't feel like putting clothes on?" Brian replied, as if Marcus was the one acting out of line. "Besides, everyone was pretty much naked at the party, and you didn't seem to mind that at all."

Be it a dream world or another world entirely, Marcus could feel some slight differences in Brian's personality. As if his outward appearance of a jungle cat wasn't startling enough, he was acting even more like a typical 'college bro' than he ever had before, to the point that it was almost grating on Marcus. He tried to ignore the fact as he kept his eyes partially shielded, not really wanting to gaze upon the spiky, thin tip of his friend's cock while it was just hanging out.

"I...I wasn't naked last night, was I?"

"You might as well have been. That shirt isn't hiding anything, your pants leave a whole lot of nothing to the imagination," Brian explained. Though Marcus had seen his own muscles, he hadn't even paid attention to the fact that the front of his jeans were bulging out enough to catch the public eye, and he wasn't even remotely aroused. He was almost afraid to pull out his waistband to investigate, and he wasn't going to do it in front of Brian, but he wanted to know exactly what had happened to him, and the world around him. Brian wasn't acknowledging any sort of a change, and Marcus didn't want to run the risk of being branded as crazy, when perhaps he'd just consumed some tainted beer and was seeing things.

"That's...that's a good problem to have, right?" Marcus asked, sounding a bit more like his old self, and yet, sounding strangely arrogant in asking, as if the question was rhetorical.

Brian chuckled when he heard it, as if he only heard the confused confidence in Marcus' voice. "Ha, same old Marc! You know what you're doing, wearing pants like those...you just want to make everyone work a little harder for it, don't you? I get it...you've got higher standards than I do or something," Brian suggested, as he hopped up off the bed and gave his friend a quick pat on the shoulder. "Well, I'm glad to see you're not dead or something. There's an awesome party going on tonight in the greenhouse, and I've always wanted to try out one of those reptilian girls..."

"Reptilian girls...?" Marcus asked, sputtering a comment that he meant to keep inside of his own mind.

"Yeah. Y'know, scales, tales and huge freaking tits? Plus I don't think they can get impregnated by other species, so I'm rockin' it bareback tonight!" Brian explained, showing off a level of irresponsibility that seemed entirely fitting for the college crowd, but it wasn't the same old attitude that Brian had just 24 hours prior. Marcus offered a weak, confused wave to his friend, and though he still wanted to answer the questions about what had happened to him, curiosity wouldn't allow him to close his door.

He simply had to look outside, and with a quick sigh of relief, he saw that his floor looked mostly the same, other than the nude backside of his friend walking down the hall. If it was some sort of an illusion or a hallucination, it was starting to fade, and perhaps, Marcus would be back to his old self again, before too long. He just needed to eat a wholesome breakfast and take his mind off of things, and he knew just where to go, at least for the latter.

**

Marcus was used to his dormitory being a co-ed building.

What he wasn't used to were co-ed showers, and in the past, that was the kind of thing he only ever heard legends about. In this case, of course, there were still bathrooms and showers that were exclusive for each gender, and it was the next thing to lead him down a path of confusion.

"...Wh...where are the mens rooms?" he asked, as he strolled down the hall in a pair of loose, comfy fitting shorts and a tank top, holding a towel in tow. "They used to be right here...this just says showers and restrooms!"

It was, of course, entirely possibly that the placards had been changed that morning. It was still early, and the soft, golden beams of sunlight were just starting to pour in through the windows of the common areas on either side of the dormitory building. It was so early that Marcus couldn't begin to worry about being seen in the shower, and each of the stalls, despite the walls around them being a bit short, had a curtain to maintain some modicum of modesty.

Marcus hung his towel over the edge of one of the stalls and stepped in, placing his body wash and shampoo on the small tiles of the shower floor. He'd looked around the empty room first, and didn't see or even hear anyone creeping around him, so he let out a long, heavy sigh of relief and turned on the water. Though it was a faint hope, and one that he quickly found dashed, he thought that perhaps, the fur upon his body would simply melt away and fade as the warm streams of water poured over his body.

Instead, water simply ran through the thickets of fluff, and Marcus rolled his eyes at just how convincing this hallucination was. It could have been a trick, or a prank, even, but with the kind of muscles that now coated every inch of his body, it would have been the kind of prank that required a level of effort he couldn't imagine other people wasting on him.

It was a deep enough thought, however, that Marcus was confident that his brain was still in tact, and with relief being hard to come by, he was willing to take that little bit of respite and cling to it as he started to work a little shampoo into his hair. He closed his eyes, sinking into the soothing white noise of the steamy water pouring over his frame and dripping down to the floor, a very private moment for someone who was reclusive by nature, and one that he thoroughly enjoyed.

That veil of privacy was ripped away and shredded to bits as his ears flickered, something that they'd never been able to do to before, all at the sound of a quiet squeeeeeeak from another shower knob being turned.

"Is that the Marc Shuler? The same Marc Shuler who was too good for my party last night?" asked a voice from the stall next to his own. It was a rhetorical question; Marcus could tell just by the way it was asked, and the presence of the feminine sound next to his own ear was no accident.

Don't say anything, don't move, this is all a messed up dream, and the more you react to it, the worse it gets...there is not a girl in the stall next to you. There is not a girl in the stall next to you. There is not-

"I'm just playing, honey. Brian told me your stomach was upset...it's too bad, really. I would have loved to have you stay for the...well. Y'know. The after party," the voice explained, and Marcus continued to work the shampoo into the thick, long fur upon his head, reminiscent of the hair he used to have when he was human. He wasn't sure what was harder to accept: that a female actually sounded interested in him, or that he could literally smell her...he could catch scents and aromas coming off of her body that he didn't understand, but something deep inside of him clearly got the message...he could feel the blood rushing to his crotch, as if on instinct, and there wasn't a single thing he could do to stop it.

"T-that's very kind of you," Marcus finally replied, assured that the voice wasn't going anywhere. He tried not to stumble over his words, but it was a struggle; this was the closest he'd ever been to a naked woman, and the thought alone made him worry that he might black out all over again. "Sorry I w-wasn't feeling better..."

"Is it a bit cold over there?" the voice asked, able to hear the stammering jumps in the voice of someone that she recognized as a true alpha male. "You should really turn the heat up a little bit. Sounds to me like you're shivering."

"Sure is," Marcus offered a quick reply, though he was nearly sweltering in the heat of the shower already. Steam was billowing up from the floor, and though he was nervous to open his eyes, it would come off as weird if he didn't open them soon, since the water was needlessly pouring over his head, anymore. "I guess I could turn it up a tick..."

Wincing his eyes shut tight for a moment, Marcus finally, slowly opened them, and gazed across the top wall of the shower stall. They were a bit shorter than he remembered them being when he walked in, and leering over the wall at him was the gorgeous visage of a tall, lithe lioness, one that stood only a little bit shorter than he did. Of course, she was standing up tall on the very pads of her paws as she looked over the wall at him, all so that she could make sure her breasts would rest upon the cool, stone surface of the shower stall...giving Marcus the kind of eyeful that he'd only ever seen in his dreams, and on seedy websites online.

"Hope you don't mind if I watch for a little bit," she replied, able to make eye contact with Marcus, finally. There was a look in her eyes that Marcus had only seen in cheap, pornographic movies, but this time, it was a real female, actually looking at him, and actually giving him the kind of look that females only gave to those who they truly desired. Marcus was sure that his jaw had dropped a little as he gazed down over the swollen, full flesh of her breasts and the perky nipples that stood upon the center of each one, but he literally couldn't help it, and the lioness was only grinning as he stared. "They are pretty nice, aren't they? Feel free to do whatever comes to mind while you're looking at them..."

It was only then that Marcus remembered how the floral, exotic scent of the lioness had given his body an affliction, and he tried not to gaze down, thinking that ignoring the problem might actually solve it, for once...even as the blood rushed to his cock, and it throbbed against the cool stone of the shower wall, causing him to grunt, right in the middle of his shower. Shamelessly, the lioness gazed down over the wall and licked her muzzle as she watched his member pulsing against the stone, wishing quietly that there was nothing to divide the pair...but she was just slightly intimidated, even if she wouldn't admit it. Marcus might not have understood it, but to her, he was just Marc, the alpha male freshman that everyone on campus wanted to spend the night with. For her to have him would be an experience she couldn't fathom, one that left her too nervous to walk around the wall...but not to nervous to rest a paw between her thighs and rub it against her clit with a wicked grin on her face.

"I don't know if I could even take the whole thing..." she whispered, before a passionate moan rose above her voice. She tried not to close her eyes in her pleasure, wanting to watch the precum ooze down and off of Marcus' tip, but she couldn't help the reaction as her body shuddered with pleasure. Her scent being so strong was no coincidence: she was in heat, and Marcus had no idea that she was, or what that might even mean. He only knew that a horny, lustful female was masturbating on the other side of the wall from him, and he couldn't contain his massive erection.

It had to be a dream. It simply couldn't be real, and Marcus didn't know how to wake himself up.

"Listen, I...I don't even know your n-

"A guy on this campus who actually t-takes time to learn a girl's n-name?" the lioness asked, refusing to still her pawtips as they worked and rubbed into her clit, attacking the buzzing, tiny nub with a fierce and rapid touch. "What a g-gentleman you are, Marc...my name is Tina, and y-you're gonna be mine..."

Marc felt as though the rules of this new dream world really were different than the one he went to sleep in, but the further the little game of sexual tension went on, the more he wondered if he really was dreaming. He'd encountered lucid dreams before, and he knew that sometimes, a sensation in your sleeping body could cause you to feel things in your dreams, but this...this was on another level entirely. Marcus could actually feel his own precum starting to spill back down the shaft of his cock as the very tip rubbed over and over again at the wall, unable to dodge the sensation as it bounced with every pulse. He could actually pick out the scent of the female from among her shampoo and body wash, and somehow, just catching it, he felt as if he knew her that much better, even though he'd just learned her name. He could feel an itch under his fur that felt entirely natural, but to his body, it was still somehow foreign.

He couldn't make proper heads or tails of the situation, and even if he could have, he was far too nervous to pull the trigger with a female that he didn't understand why he was attracted to. She was a lioness...not quite a human, not quite a feral lion, but somewhere in the middle, and that concept alone confused Marcus even more. He should only be attracted to other females, but his manhood was grinding so hard at the wall that he thought he might end up cutting a hole right through it.

"Don't keep me waiting all day, Marc...I can smell the need on you...it's so thick, so musky, so damned manly! Nnngh! C'mon, Marc! Get over here and fuck me already!"

Tina was actually whimpering with need on the other side of the wall, to the point that Marcus felt pity on how she looked. She was riddled with lust, and she wore it with a beauty that was beyond compare, but even then, she carried her burden equally well, and Marcus felt a guilt at his regret and confusion. He wanted to do something, anything to help her, but he couldn't muster the effort...not just yet.

He could only shake his head firmly and search for an excuse as he turned off the water. "S-sorry, Tina, I-...I'm still not feeling so well!" he said, exclaiming the statement as he held his stomach, trying to look as though he might lose his breakfast before he even ate it. He could see the small, rounded ears atop of Tina's head flattening in disappointment as she slumped over the wall, but she continued to finger herself, unable to stop her body from exercising the urge, by then.

What the hell was that all about? It's like she was dying to have sex with me...me! Lame, boring, nerdy-assed Marcus...she was literally throwing herself at me, masturbating in front of me...and I still couldn't do it! Marcus couldn't keep from chewing himself out mentally at the thought, wishing that he'd been able to finally give up his virginity to someone, but the courage simply wasn't there, and even if it had been, he still didn't quite feel right in his new body. He kept on waiting for the dream to end, for his body to come awake in the bed and his skin to be back to the normal, pale white that it held, and his body to shrink back down to size...but it never happened. Even when he stumbled down the hall toward the common area, just looking for a place where people weren't likely to be. This early, even during the week, there was never anybody in the commons, and even if he was only wrapped in a small, hopeless towel, he figured he could get away with it, at least for a bit.

The door to the commons area was left unlocked, as it ever was, and Marcus ended up bumping into it with his erection before his paw actually touched the door knob. His towel was more of a tent than anything, and he could feel his flesh refusing to settle, as if he'd been placed under some kind of a spell by the wiles of Tina. Normally, he would have just bolted into the commons, but this time, as he turned the door knob, he thought he heard someone on the other side...and he went so far as to slap himself, hoping that he might wake up from the force, as he looked into the room.

A pair of females, two lizards, were using Brian for everything that the lithe cheetah was worth. One was straddling his face and bouncing up and down upon his muzzle, forcing his tongue into her body like it were nothing more than a slippery sex toy, while the other female rode upon his cock, rolling her hips with a level of skill that Marcus didn't think females actually had outside of films. In the middle, the females were enjoying each other, as well, exploring the breasts of one another and allowing their lips to share a bisexual kiss. Marcus felt his jaw dropping as Brian dipped his pawtips into the tailhole of the female upon his face, drawing a quiet, uneasy squeak from her, with only the passionate exchange of the other female to muffle the sound so that others might not be woken by it.

Already, the day had been too much for Marcus, and it didn't seem that anything was going back to normal anytime soon. He tried to keep his paws grasping the door, but as he watched, the natural urges that were already running through every inch of his new body tried to take control of his flesh, and he felt his paw starting to drift down, under the tented towel to stroke along his cock, still wet and slick from the precum that spilled over it in the shower. It was as if he had his own adult theater in the common area, and whether or not they were aware of his presence, the trio put on a show, one that Marcus could scarcely handle as he saw thick, creamy cum starting to spill out of the cunt of one of the lizards.

No way...he's...he's really filling her up! Marcus thought, as he felt a quiet gasp slip past his lips. He was sure that they would hear him, but he wasn't sure how they would react, so the moment he felt their eyes turning to the partially cracked down, he stumbled gracelessly down the hallway, back toward his small, miserable dorm room. He could hardly walk with his member bumping into his thighs each time that he took a step, but just as the rest of the building was starting to wake up, Marcus finally crashed back into his bed, covering his head with the pillow once again and laying on his back, finding his member simply wouldn't deflate, leaving him no other comfortable position to sleep in.

"It's just a dream..." Marcus whispered, as he prayed that exhaustion would take him back into true unconsciousness. "None of this is real...it's just a dream, and you'll wake up as your old self again, sooner or later..."

Dream or not, Marcus was too hasty to make it back to his bed. He'd forgotten that the door was cracked open a little bit, and a certain lioness was still prowling the floor for him, ready to make her move.