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It was a dry, lukewarm Saturday evening when they went over to the site. The two urban explorers hopped out of the vehicle and approached the old building.

"Isn't it cool?" Jennifer said, motioning toward the derelict place with her arm like a salesman at a car dealership.

Cliff shrugged apathetically, rolling his eyes at the blonde. "What is it?"

Jennifer balked. "I told you guys, come on... It's the Manderley Grand Hotel!

The young man responded to her with dumb silence. Jennifer's nerves frayed.

"It was a hotel with a reputation for weird stuff going on. They shut it down ten years ago because of asbestos... Now I gotta ask you one thing. What building takes ten years to get its insulation cleared out?"

Cliff rolled his eyes. "This isn't going be some conspiracy shit, is it? Because I get enough of that from my uncle."

"Nobody's even set foot in it since it got shuttered. A twelve story hotel that has not had a single soul in it since it was abandoned." Jennifer said as her blue eyes glinted with excitement. "This is an Urbex holy grail! Don't you want to go inside, find out more?"

Cliff murmered and leaned against Jennifer's blue hatchback. At that moment, he was beginning to regret skipping his photography course. However, they did use a half tank of gas to get there, so he graciously let Jennifer win out. "Could you check the gear." Cliff said to the redhead, who was dragging a pair of fat knap-sacks out of the trunk of her car.

Jen zipped it open and they did a count of their items: flashlights, a first aid kit, cell phone chargers, a can of acrylic spray paint for marking their route, bottled water, and a couple sub sandwiches in little zip bags.

Cliff was already eating his when Jennifer led him around to the side where a section of the wire fence had fallen apart. Getting in was easy, the first door they saw was a rotten particle-board door with a gang tag sprayed on it. One swift kick from Cliff and it fell open, the lock having long since corroded to dust.

The inside of the old place had a peculiar smell, not at all like the smell of mildew and dust they were used to in their past Urbex outings, rather it was a spicy, almost sulfuric smell; like curry mixed with rotten eggs.

They went inside; the sweet smell was cloying on the nostrils. Jennifer shone her flashlight into the darkness, scanning it across the room. It was like any other storage room, but everything was coated in a fine, oily film. She ran her finger across an old desktop and held it up to her eyes. After waiting for her eyes to adjust to the flashlight's meager illumination of the room, she studied it a bit more closely.

It was a deep red color, like cinnamon candies, with a greasy consistency, save for a few waxy chunks. It had a pungent stink that stung her nostrils. Behind her, an additional flashlight beam signaled the entrance of Cliff into the room.

"Did you see this?" Jennifer said to them, motioning toward the sticky film-covered desktop. "I think it's wax."

"Wax?" Cliff said, his thin lips peeling into a grimace. "What's that supposed to mean? Like, what is the significance of the wax?" Cliff said, which Jennifer answered with only a shrug. There was nothing worth seeing in the room. What remained in the place were stacks of papers, long since having moldered into yellow pulp, a rusted skeleton of a stapler, and a swivel chair that was saturated in fungus.

Cliff paced around the room, wiping bread crumbs and mayonnaise on his gray hoodie, then Jennifer followed, holding her camera in the pocket of her army surplus jacket to keep it safe from the grime that permeated every surface.

"This place smells like those Chinese century eggs." Cliff said, his green eyes scanning over the hallway. "I tried one in high school on a dare, and I still tasted sulfur on my tongue after brushing my teeth like five times."

"Rough childhood, huh?" Jen said, smirking back at him.

"Oh, shut up." Cliff shot back. Jennifer caught something out of the corner of her eye, leaving Cliff some distance behind as she went to investigate the lobby... or what remained of the hotel lobby. Cliff followed after her, or rather he tried to follow... He made his way through the hall leading out into the lobby, ducking to keep a low-hanging spider web from getting caught in his gelled, spiky hair and several paces later he found that he had been turned around.

"Jen?" Cliff spoke up, his voice echoing in the lonely, dust choked hall. His light swept over the rest of the room. It was just his luck, Cliff figured, that he found himself alone in a custodial supply room. The sour, acidic smell of cheap lemon scented cleaner mingled with the must smell of old brooms to create a truly vexing odor. Cliff was just about to turn and retrace his steps when he heard something moving down the hall...

Something big.

He took a length of steel pipe from the dusty hardwood floor, it was about four feet in length, with plenty of heft to it. He brandished this makeshift cudgel and made his way back to where he last saw his friend.

Then, he saw it. On a door marked "Employees Only" was a pentagram lined with runes. The young man didn't know what the symbol meant specifically, but he sure as hell knew what they meant in the context of abandoned buildings: Internet fame.

"Jen!" Cliff cried out in the dark, "Jen, you have got to see this!" And his voice echoed in the musty dark, his nostrils stank of sulphur and stale pee. He waited, and waited... and then called her name again... and again. And she did not come. "Figures..." Cliff muttered as he pushed the door open, the rusted and cobwebbed hinges squealing in protest. Inside was the remains of a breakroom, cabinets, a water cooler still full of stagnant and filthy water, a coffee maker with a cord chewed apart by rodents and on the filthy carpet was a great circle drawn in bright crimson paint.

"Damn..." The young man muttered as he blinked a speck of dust out of his green eyes, he approached the circle slowly, cautiously. The circle was roughly three feet across, comprising of a curious symbol made of harsh angles and concentric circles and an outer ring lined with the same sort of runes he saw on the door. As he swept the beam of his light over the summoning circle, he realized what he was looking at. He had, on a lark looked into occult stuff and then it became sort of a scholarly interest for Cliff, something he read up on and shared particularly juicy bits of trivia and history.

What he saw in front of him was a Sun Halo, a ritual used by pagans to summon spirits... or so he remembered. Cliff kneeled in front of the ritual circle and touched the outer rim with an outstretched, shaking finger. The paint was dry but the vivid color and the slighlty sticky texture told him it hadn't been there for very long. "Jen is going to freak when she sees this..." He mused, grinning ear to ear. This was the kind of stuff internet legends were made of and he and Jen had just stumbled across it and...

And then the sleeve of Cliff's hoodie caught fire. The young man fell backwards with a rather girly scream as a plume of bright cherry red flame raced up his sleeve, burning the fabric away into nothing as it spread. He flailed and shook his arm, throwing little embers and bits of carbonized fabric everywhere, the flame spreading up to his shoulder. In his panic, he did not notice how the flames destroyed his hoodie and the underlying t-shirt but did nothing to his skin. It was still hot, every bit as painful as he imagined being set on fire to be, but as more and more of his clothing burned away, it revealed more and more inexplicably unharmed skin.First his shirt and hoodie, then his jeans, then his shoes and underwear. In a matter of seconds, Cliff had fallen to the floor in a cowering, thrashing blur wreathed in crimson flame.Underneath the burning that wracked every nerve in his body, he could feel his pores tingle and itch as little black hairs pried themselves out of his skin in patchy, uneven waves starting on his hands and feet and spreading up his limbs and over his body as more and more splotches of bristly fur sprouted like weeds from his fair skin.

He arched his back, feeling like his spine was being pulled out backwards tailbone first as a fluffy black tail grew out inch by painful inch urged along by the flame. Cliff's hips rolled back, the numbing heat of the fire rolling down to his toes as the nails formed into sharp reddish-black claws digging into the carpet as he struggled to stand, but the infernal magic at work kept him down, the human male would not be let go until he was good and finished.

As his hands and feet formed into big, muscular claws fit for an apex predator, leathery pads grew out from his palms and the soles of his feet. Cliff couldn't help but whimper like a kicked dog as he saw his hands, his formerly soft hands turn into something monstrous, with shaggy black fur and long red claws that used to be fingernails kept short by a nailbiting habit he had since he was a child.

As the black fur thickened around his calves and arms, it stayed short like the coat of a racehorse on the res of his body, providing a velvety black cover for Cliff's darkening skin. His hair had turned stark midnight black, hanging down in shoulder-length shaggy locks. He opened his mouth in a twisted grimace and a bestial snarl escaped his softening black lips. His teeth ached from the gumline down to the tips as they each sculpted themselves into sharp canine fangs. The aching in his teeth and jaws blended with the popping and pain in Cliff's joints to form a sensation that made him consider praying to five different gods he didn't believe in just to make it all stop.

Cliff's hearing dulled as he felt his ears shifted themselves none-too-gently higher up on his head. As his ears settled close to the top of his head and pulled themselves into furry canine points, the pain had become familiar, even a little interesting. The aching of his shifting bones had been overtaken by the dulling heat of the crimson fire that surrounded him in an unearthly aura. The feeling reminded the former human of that trip to the sauna he went on years ago. His ears twitched around, taking in new sounds he simply could hear before.

Then, he felt an entirely new sensation and to his relief it wasn't the agony that came with the tail or the itchy prickling that came with the fur.Rather, it was a slightly wet-feeling pressure beneath the skin on his chest. And with that pressure came swelling, and the stretching of his skin around a pair of what quickly became obvious to Cliff what they were: breasts. And the way they grew and grew as Cliff cupped his big monster paws over them, they were going to be big ones. And as they grew past B cups, Cliff felt his waist flatten and tighten. He was never particularly flabby but feeling his stomach and waist thin out felt more than a little good for the vain part of him, which really only deepened the fear and shame that came with everything else happening to him. Cliff was both relieved and oddly, a little disappointed that his breasts finished out at what would be just under a D cup. His hips picked up the slack, however. They ballooned outwards, giving his body a full hourglass figure that could only be described as 'male fantasy'. As his hips and thighs plumped up, his muscles tensed and the former male felt a sudden, sharp pressure between his legs like he had just been punched in the nads and the fist right right through to his insides.

Cliff didn't know what was to come next but he had an idea, and that idea proved to be completely right when his seven inches of manhood started to pull itself back into his body with his balls following closely. His... or rather her insides gurgled and shifted as her crotch drew back into a puffy mound that then opened into a wet, musky slit. Cliff knew what it was, what she had now. Whatever she had become, it was a female of the species.

She turned her head to look around with her new amber colored eyes and she heard something jingle around her neck, accompanied by a gentle pressure against her throat. Looking down, she saw a black leather collar with metal studs. It was very much like the ones insecure guys gave their bulldogs and it had a skull-shaped silver charm dangling from the clasp in front. The charm had a name stamped on the back of it: "Cleo" Something about the collar made her tail wag, it was comfortable, nice and tight around her neck and... Cliff shook her head. Cleo... no that wasn't right. Nothing was right. She had to find Jennifer and get out of there.

She stood up and padded through the halls, the crimson flames having estinguished themselves. Her little black hellhound nose picked up a smell that was distinctly familiar,Jennifer's conditioner, and it was mixed with the smell of burning cloth and musk. As she closed in on the smell, her hound ears could pick up Jennifer's voice, she was growling, moaning like an animal and that told Cleo... Cliff that she had tripped the same sort of hex that the former male had.

And when she saw Jen, her fears were confirmed. There she was, kneeling in the center of another one of those summoning rings, her hair turning black with blood red streaks, fur racing over her body as the last of her humanity burned away into nothing.

"He...Help me..." Jen whimpered pitifully as she saw the other hellhound girl approach her. Cleo ran up to help her friend, forcing her attention away from the curious foggy feeling in her head.

"Jennifer! It's me, Cl...Cleo...I mean... your friend!"

"Cliff?" The Jennifer creature said, reaching her paw out towards the other hell hound. Cleo took her and helped her up, keeping her from almost falling over twice.

"No, my name is Cleo!" She held her tag up so Jen could more easily it. "See?"

Jennifer shooked her head, her tail nervously wedged between her legs. "What happened to us?"

"Do I look like I know?!" Jennifer snarled, sending Cleo recoiling back, her poiny ears folded back submissively. A prickle of shame crawled through Jennifer's body. "Cleo, I'm... I'm sorry it's just..." The former human woman traced her clawed finger through a section of the mildewy carpet. "It's just that this is all so confusing. What are we?"

"I think we're a cross between people and hellhounds." Cleo said, matter of factly. Jennifer just gazed dumbly at her.

"What?!"

"Well..." Cleo took her tail in her paw hands and sheepishly stroked the fur on the tip. "...We have dog tails.. Ears... And... I have these new instincts... they're telling me to do things."

"Like what?" Jennifer said, her flame-colored eyes quivering nervously as Cleo breathed her scent in, rearing back on all fours like a puppy about to pounce on a tennis ball.

"You smell too good, Jen..." Cleo growled hungrily. "I'm sorry but I need this so, so bad."

"Cleo... what are you even-" Jennifer was interrupted as her transformed friend let out a lusty roar and tackled her. Jennifer flung up her clawed hands, yelping in shock as her lust-crazed companion bore her to the ground.

"What was that for?!" Jennifer demanded, mentally willing her tail not to wag at the heady musk that saturated every inch of their bodies. Jennifer experimentally squeezed Cleo's chest and the hellhound girl happily groaned. That was when she realized she needed this too. Cleo's eyes fell to Jennifer's ample and expanded chest, heaving as she panted with excitement. With arousal.

"You smell good too."Jennifer moaned, taking her friend and lover's paws in her own. Leaning up, she surprised Cleo with a gentle kiss on her cheek. Both houndgirls were salivating and growling in pure lust as they rolled around playfully nipping at each other's ears and necks. Jennifer groaned with excitement and relief as Cleo ripped off the blackened remnants of her panties. Ah, that was better. Wearing nothing but her own fur and a collar felt more and more natural by the second to both of them. Jen let the leathery pads of Cleo's hands slide down her body, dipping naughtily into her eager folds. She was relishing the attention, the new body...

"Mmmrh... Should we be doing this?" Jen said, she didn't mean it. It was just the final niggling remnants of her old mind succumbing to the overpowering desire. Cleo's ears swiveled back as she planted a wet doggy kiss on Jennifer's neck.

"This is going to be so much fun." Cleo giggled, her eyes raked over her lover's curvy yet muscular figure. She thrust down on top of her lover, planting a wet kiss on Jennifer's waiting lips. Breathing in her mate's scent, Jennifer let one of her paws slide down the smooth velvet-black fur on the inside of Cleo's thigh. Cleo gasped as the other hellhound's fingers dipped inside and caressed her inner folds. Jennifer leaned up, bracing her body against Cleo's own. She whispered into Cleo's fuzzy ear. "After this, we need to find a guy. Let him try us doggy style."

"Hell yes we should." Cleo said with a toothy grin.