A Debt
A Debt
In the middle of the night, a young man, twenty in age, wakes up into the darkness, colored with all the light of the city. He can't sleep. No matter how hard he tries, he simply can't. He even takes sleeping pills and it does not help at all. He doesn't know what causes this symptom but he knows that it has been like this for a few days and he is really tired right now. He will not make it to university tomorrow if he can't get any sleep tonight.
The man turns to look at the windows, obscured by curtains. Glowing rings of light from outside his apartment can be seen all across the surface. He jumps out of his bed and goes to open the curtain up a little, taking in the scenery; the crescent moon partially hidden under clouds, lampposts shining brightly, and numerous neon signs so colorful that it hurts his eyes. He sighs. 'The world of the night, huh? he thinks. His eyes dart toward his digital alarm clock at bedside. It's displaying 22:36.
...A little walk wouldn't hurt...
He thinks that if he really can't sleep then he might try doing something instead. At least it can help him pass the time. And who knows? He might be tired enough to finally fall asleep.
He slides the curtains fully opened and turns on the light. The entire room lights up in an instant. His wardrobe is opened and his pajama gets taken off. A full-body mirror inside the wardrobe reflects a half-naked firm body of the young man in his underwear. Tattoos scatter across his smooth and hairless body.
He picks up a light blue shirt and jeans from the wardrobe, puts them on, and then closes it. He walks to his writing table, grabs his wallet, phone, and importantly his key. The man is quite forgetful. So forgetful that he recently has to borrow master key for the tenth time this past two months. Getting sure that he's ready to go outside, he turns off the light, locks the door, and goes downstairs and out of the apartment.
The man is not entirely sure where he is heading to or how long he would walk. He just remembers that he has left his watch at his apartment but he doesn't mind much as long as he can look up time from his mobile phone. He walks and walks and walks down the footpath that runs alongside the park. He looks around the path that he uses every day. But under the darkness of night, the usual surrounding does not look the same to him. It's like he's walking in an unfamiliar place.
"Marsh!" A loud voice comes from his side. Marsh... That's his name. He glances past the fence into the park, looks around for his caller. "Haha. It's really you Marsh." The mysterious voice says in a cheerful tone. A man who he suspects to be the owner of those voices runs toward him. He doesn't seem to recognize the man at all.
"Um... Hi." He replies. The mysterious man is now standing at the other side of the fence.
"Remember me, Marsh?" Marsh grows silent. He can't recall ever met the man in front of him. Though his face looks somewhat familiar...
"What, Marsh? You really can't remember me? You're joking, right?" Of course, he's not joking. Marsh has a feeling that he knows this man but no matter how hard he tries he just couldn't remember.
"I'm Por, geez. Remember now?" He asks again. Por... Por... Por? Marsh thinks hard...
"Oh, Por! Crybaby Por, right?" He finally remembers the man. Por simply smiles.
"Right! So you can remember me. You really scared me with that forgetful nature of yours. Thought you might not remember at all!" The broad smile never leaves his face.
"How can I ever forget you? Just that it's such a long time since elementary. That needs some serious memory mining, you know?" Marsh starts grinning, too.
The two of them talk for a long time. Por used to be a crybaby, hence his nickname, and get bullied all the time. Marsh always has to take care of the boy. They stuck together most of the time and were inseparable, up until they reached junior high school when they went to different schools. By the time of high school, they didn't bother making contact with one another anymore. Marsh almost forgot about him. It turns out that Por has entered into the same university as Marsh, albeit a different faculty.
"Hm... You sure have changed a lot, Por." Marsh looks Por over from head to toe. The boy that used to be short and skinny has become a rather fit and tall man. He stands towering over him easily now. His muscles can be seen faintly without having to flex them. The usually cute boyish face turns into that of an adult; a handsome one, too, if he has to say. He notices that Por has grown sideburns, too. "Can't recall you've ever been this defined." Marsh has to look upward in order to see him in the eyes.
"Something came up. I've been going to gym almost every day since finishing elementary." Por answers cheerily.
"Uh huh. So how's it going? Still being a crybaby?" Marsh teases the other.
"Stop with that crybaby business already." Por protests. "I'm doing fine. Just moved into an apartment around here a couple days ago."
"An apartment around here?" Marsh gets curious.
"Yep. Baan Sam Ran apartment." That makes Marsh gasps in surprise.
"Hey. Thats the same place as mine!"
"Really!?" Por's smile just gets broader. "Why haven't I seen you already, then?"
"Beat me. What's your room number?"...
Marsh and Por, lost in their conversation, completely lose track of time. It's almost one in the morning when they notice how late it is. Por speaks up, "It's getting late, Marsh. Should we head back?
"Really? What time is it again?"
"Almost one AM."
"Whoa. That late already? I'll better get going then." Finishing his speech, Marsh starts walking across the road.
"Hey. Wait for me, Ma--" Por abruptly stops mid-sentence, looking to his left with eyes narrowed like he's staring into something.
Marsh turns his head back to Por, curious at the man's behavior. "What's the matter, Por?" Por doesn't reply. His gaze fixes at the direction he's currently facing. Marsh swears that Por's eyes look a little different than before, even if he can't clearly make it out through the dim light. The atmosphere around him looks a bit different, too. The instant that thought hits him; Por quickly turns his head toward and shout at him.
"Marsh, get out of there!"
"Wha--?" He makes contact with Por's eyes. They ARE different, feral looking and intimidating. The surprise stops him from doing anything further.
"What are doing, step aside!" Por stares into him more fiercely. Marsh's body jerks up. He's unable to move a muscle. It's like he's being watched by a wild predator, ready to take its prey. His mouth gapes open, trying to utter a word...
CRASH
He feels something hit him hard to the right side. He wants to turn his head around to see what it is but it happens too quickly. The moment he acknowledges the impact, he's already rolled over the road's surface, laying face flatted on the ground. He doesn't know what has happened, but he doesn't feel any pain so he tries to get up, only to spasm a little bit before laying still. He can't even move his mouth when he tries to speak. "Errr... Arr...." are the only sounds he could make.
Suddenly, he can feel it, the pain, piercing him harshly all over his body, his head, his limbs, everywhere. It is so excruciating that he wants to scream, so powerful that his vision blurs. He hasn't the slightest idea how serious his situation is. His right arm bends the wrong way, white bone jutting out of his elbow. His chest swells and turns sickening blue. His whole body twists into an unnatural position. Crimson fluid flows out, forming a growing blood puddle beneath him as color drains out of his skin. His consciousness slowly drifts away.
The last thing Marsh sees is a figure, covered in some sort of grey fur, running toward him, before the black of darkness consumes him...
"Ahhh!" Marsh jumps up into a sitting position, crying out loud, panicking. He gasps for breath and looks around. Late morning light shines through the window, illuminating his surroundings. The room he's in looks familiar, in fact it's his own room and he's sitting in his own bed. Confusion hits him. How does he end up here? He brings his hands up to examine. They look normal. He gets out of his bed, opens his wardrobe, gets naked, and examines his body through the mirror. It looks normal too. Not a single scratch can be found on his body, except for his tattoos.
'That's... weird.' he thinks. From what he can recollect, he got hit by something last night. It was very painful. After that, he can't really remember. Many questions come up to his mind. How did he get back here? Why does he look normal? No injuries, no bruises, no anything else? What happened to Por? The more he thinks about it, the more confused he grows.
"Argh! Stop. Stop. I better ask Por about this." He scratches his head wildly, making a decision. No use over thinking when he knows nothing about it. He hopes that Por might know something and be able to help clear things up. He puts his clothing back on and gets out of his room. He thinks he can still remember Por's room number.
After searching for Por's room for ten minutes, Marsh finally finds it only to learn that he's not in the room. Marsh is pretty sure that he didn't remember the number wrong. Marsh calls out his name and there is no answer. He scratches his head again. "He's out already? Damn... This is really disturbing." He murmurs, the corner of his eyes catching a presence nearby.
"Um, excuse me." Marsh turns to ask the passerby, who is a kind-looking old lady, supposedly one of Por's neighbours. "The one who lives in this room, do you know where he is now?"
"Oh. You mean that Por boy? He's gone to the university since early in the morning." She replies.
"At the university, huh..." Marsh says softly. Maybe he can wait around here till Por comes back...
"Ah!" He exclaims; realization hits him hard. He has a morning class at the university today! Forgets his watch again, Marsh asks the nice lady next to him, "Do you know what time is it now?"
She takes a look at her watch and replies with a curious smile, "Why, it's eleven thirteen, my dear."
Crap. He's late for class. Marsh gives the lady a thank you and hurries to his room.
Marsh is lucky that he has managed to reach the class before it ended and the professor is kind enough to check his name in the attendant sheet as 'present'. He runs to his group of friends to go get some lunch together.
"Have a good appetite today, huh Marsh? Never seen you eat that much before." One of his friends ask, seeing Marsh never ending food stuffing; three servings of lunch and sickening number of snacks have gone through his stomach and he's not satisfied yet.
"Yeah. Like you've been starving for weeks." Another friend adds.
"Is it that much?" He speaks with his mouth full. The words come out in gibberish.
"Empty your mouth first. I don't want your food all over my face." Marsh hurriedly chews and clears his mouth before he continues his speak.
"Now that you said it, it IS that much." He has never eaten this much before. Usually by the second servings he would be too full to even move a muscle, no matter how hungry he was.
"And where were you this morning?" The first friend asks.
"Happy sleeping." Marsh doesn't want to talk about the event he has experienced last night. He doesn't know how to tell his friends and they wouldn't believe him anyways.
"Didn't you have troubles sleeping recently?" That same guy raises another question.
"I did but I guess I've gotten over it last night. Still dont know what caused it though."
"Well, as long as you're in good health, then it's fine by me." He says with a smile of relief and looks at his watch. Marsh realizes that he has forgotten his god-forsaken watch again. "You better finishes your lunch fast. It's almost one now." With that, Marsh grabs the remaining chips in the bag and shoves them down his gullet before reaching for a can of root beer in front of him.
He intends to drink it all in one gulp, but when the first drop of soft drink hits his tongue he quickly takes the can away from his mouth. He looks intensely at the can, and tries to take another sip. The drink tastes... different, not completely, but significantly different. He rolls the liquid around his mouth; the smell is different too. Curious, he turns to ask his friends.
"Does this thing taste weird to you?" He reaches the can out to his friends' general direction. One of them grabs it from his hand and takes a quick sniff.
"How weird?" He asks Marsh.
"That's hard to explain... It's just felt weird to me." He really can't find a word to describe it. It doesn't taste or smell the same but in an essence it does. The usual flavour is there, but added with something new, something he has never experienced before.
His friend takes a mouthful of the drink. Marsh keeps looking for any physical reaction his friend would make. "Seems normal to me." He finally speaks up then returns the can back to Marsh. He raises an eyebrow in a questioning manner.
"Really?"
"Really. Absolutely normal." His friend says with confidence.
"Huh..." Marsh confuses. He swears that the soft drink was anything but normal. Even when he tries to drink it again it still feels funny. In fact, now that he thinks about it, everything feels funny. Ever since he woke up, strange scents have been making their way to his nose. Not that they're unpleasant but he wonders why no one says anything about it....
Why?
Half past four and he is back at his apartment. Marsh throws himself over his bed, tired. He doesn't know why but, at his afternoon class, the professor's voice that came out of the speakers was so loud that it almost deafened him. When he asked the others, they just said that nothing was wrong. That confused him again, and so much confusion can happen in a single day before he lost it. He couldn't concentrate on the professor's lecture as he was distracted by his thoughts and loud noises. Then he decided to take a nap but that thought quickly got rejected by the same noise that still makes his ears ache. He suffered through the three hours and when it all ended he dashed out for the comfort of his room.
Marsh lays there, face down against the sheet. What happened today has sapped him of all energy. Marsh rolls onto his back, his stomach growling. As much as he wants to get up and have something to eat, a nap would be the best thing for him right now. He'll deal with his hunger later when he wakes up. His eyes get heavier and heavier, and when he shuts them he instantly drifts off into slumber....
A boy clutches his knees, sitting, bruises all over, tear pours out unstoppably.
'Stop crying already.'
Another boy smiles, reaching out his hand.
'Picking on the others is what you called fun?'
The second boy stands proud, facing a group of smirking people.
'Don't worry. I'll take care of it.'
The boy turns to give a reassuring smile.
'Because we are friends.'
That same boy, beaten up, wears the same smile as ever, despite his state.
...
...
...
A teenager stands, looking into letters in his hands.
'Will he be able to remember me?'
A sad smile escapes the teenager face.
'No matter what happened, we'll still be friends, right?'
The teenage boy quickly turns it into a sincere smile.
'It's because of you that I can finally move on.'
Tear runs down his cheeks.
'I won't let you die on me. I won't.'
Red. All red. And grey. Then black. Darkness.
Fade.
Marsh groans, stirring up from his sleep, blinking slowly. He tries to sort out his dream, which came up in a disjoint fashion but later shrugs it off as it doesn't seem to do him any good. Marsh notices that his room has become dark. Looking outside the window, the sky has turned black. He groggily gazes at the clock. It's seven o'clock already.
His stomach makes another growl, louder than before, and Marsh realizes that he didn't have anything for dinner yet. He decides to go out to grab something to eat, but first, he needs to freshen up. He walks over to his bathroom, to his sink, and starts washing his face. As Marsh does so, he notices that his face has brightened up greatly. He looks like he can shine through the darkest cave with his face alone.
'That must have come from nice sleeps after all the sleepless nights I had.' Marsh thinks.
When he feels all refresh, he walks out of the bathroom, grabs his stuff, this time not forgetting his watch, and turns to his door. But before he can open it, the sound of his doorbell rings through his ears, followed by someone calling out his name.
"Marsh, are you there?" The familiar voice comes from the other side of the door. Marsh wastes no time in opening it. Standing behind the door is Por, holding a big plastic bag carrying three boxes of what appear to be food containers.
"I bet you're hungry?"
Marsh digs through the steaks that Por has brought him. The sound of a knife and a fork clashing against each other and the plate reverberates throughout the room. Sauce and gravy splatters all over the table, showing how hungry Marsh was. Three boxes worth of beef are emptied into Marsh's stomach in no time. He burps happily, lying on the back of his chair. His hands rub at his belly, slightly swollen from all the meat. "That was delicious. Thanks so much, Por." Marsh says to Por who sits across the table, reading newspaper.
"No problem. Are you full yet?" Por says, eyes locking at the paper.
"Actually, no." Marsh replies and quickly adds, "But this is quite enough."
"You know, if you want you can tell me and I'll go get some more." Por put the paper down and makes an offer. "I won't mind."
Marsh, not wanting to take advantage of his friend's generosity, quickly answers, "No, really, it's too much for me to ask for anymore than what I've had. That must have cost a lot and I can't repay you enough. Thanks for the offer anyway."
"Okay, if you say so." Por shrugs, picks the paper up and goes back to reading it again. Marsh sits idly for a while, enjoying the feeling of a content stomach, before he gets up to clean the mess.
The sound of water and ambience engulfs the room. Por doesn't speak a word as Marsh washes the dish, just sitting there and flipping through the pages, so Marsh decides not to disturb him. He can ask the man when he has done all his chores; though it's the man in question who asks Marsh first as he is wiping the table.
"How's your wound?" That makes Marsh stops doing what he has been doing.
"I'm going to ask you about that. What happened last night?" He asks, and waits for the man's answer, which never comes as Por set the paper back on the table quietly. Impatient, he asks again, only to get nothing as an answer; nothing besides Por walking up to him, grasping his arms, and putting them up to his eyes level.
Marsh regards his friend's behaviour with concerns. Por lets go of his friend's arms and reaches his hands up to Marsh's cheeks, the hands that seem a little bit bigger than usual.
"Por, please answer m--"
Marsh's eyes go wide as he gets interrupted by none others than his friend. It's not because of the person, but the action.
Por kisses him, his lip against his, his tongue darting in, tasting anything he can find in there. Marsh instantly pushes his friend away, coughing wildly. "Cough! What the heck was that!"
Por doesn't reply, yet again. "Glad to see you're alright." And how dare he acts like he didn't do anything wrong! Marsh is frustrated, but Por's next sentence stops him from speaking it out. "You got hit by this last night." He brings the paper to Marsh, who yanks it out off his hand with lightning speed, points to a headline in the front page and backs away to wash his hands.
Marsh reads it and what it says leaves his mouth agape. Then he flips the pages to read the remaining contents, and that only causes his jaw to hang lower. He turns to face Por, eyes widen with disbelieve. "I got hit... By a truck?"
What's written in the newspaper is that a drunken truck driver had crashed his truck into a building nearby. It surprises him how he can miss something so obvious earlier today, but that is not of any concerns right now. What he wants to know is, "How did I survive back there? Much less without any injuries! That... That doesn't make any sen--"
Marsh gets interrupted again, not by Por's kiss this time but by a hand clamping his mouth shut. Por shakes his head. "This is not the time for that, Marsh." Por says, removes his hand, and takes a step backward. While Marsh has been spending time reading and panicking, he failed to notice that Por has been taking off his shirt, and now he's standing half-naked, showing off his buff upper body for the world to see. Marsh stares at him with a confused expression.
"Wh... Why did you take your shirt off?" He's a little scared now.
"Hmm. Why, indeed? Care to figure it out for me?" Por teases him, all the while unbuckling his belt and pants, leaving him in his brief with a noticeable bulge at his crotch.
Marsh realizes in an instant what his friend intends to do and tries to put a stop to it.
Only if he doesn't notice the irregularity of the other's body first. He remembered Por being larger than him last night, but certainly not this large. His muscles, too, seem to be more defined than last night. And even when he's staring now, they're getting bigger! Each cord of muscle is gaining more masses, pushing outward in all direction, making his friend taller and bigger. A body of a healthy young man easily turns into that of a bodybuilder and even beyond.
Marsh takes all of these into his head, albeit couldn't be able to comprehend any of them. 'What's happening?' A question rises up into his head. He just stares at Por, bewildered, while his old friend changes more and more. His hair, either on his head or body, becomes longer and thicker, the color gradually changes from black to grey. Hair... No it looks more like fur now, the kind that can be seen on an animal's body unlike anything humane, sprouts out even where there is none before. A sound of fabric stretching can be heard as Por's brief can barely contain what's hidden inside, and in no time shreds into pieces.
What's underneath the torn pieces of cloth can only be described as humongous.
Long and big, red and tapered, that thing surpasses any human's easily. Marsh's gaze fixes on his friend manhood. His head registers that it looks like that of canine judging by how his balls and the base of his cock are covered in grey fur forming a sheath, and there's a red bulge over the tip of his said sheath now. He can't take his eyes away from that piece of maleness, and fails to notice that he is now in the embrace of his friends strong arms.
Por kisses him again, passionately. His tongue twists and turns around, exploring his mouth. His hands roam free, touching and sliding along Marsh's figure. Marsh is disgusted at first, but as the man turned animal towering over him presses on, it becomes more and more a pleasant experience for him. A noticeable bulge can be seen on his crotch. It feels like something, deep inside him, responds to Por's act of affection, resonating with every touch he has made.
Both men stay like that for quite some time, sharing their breath and saliva, and pulls out only when they run out of oxygen. With more room for his eyes, Marsh finally sees how much Por has changed. Grey fur covering almost all of his body. Hands and feet turn to paws, with nails black and sharpened into claws. A tail wags excitedly behind him. When he returns his gaze at Por's face, what he sees is a head of a wolf: amber feral eyes, tapered ears located at the top of his head, fur the same color as his body's, and a long muzzle adorn with sharp canines. Marsh doesn't want to believe what he sees with his own eyes. He looks the wolf over from head to toe and backs up to see its face again. The wolf's face is painted with a grin, a dangerous-looking yet lovely, beautiful, and passionate grin only one of his kin can produce.
"Don't worry. You'll get familiar with this form soon." Done with the speaking part, Por puts his claws to good use and tears apart Marsh's clothing, leaving him in his birthday suit full of tattoos and with his erect penis.
Por carries Marsh to the bed and throws them onto the mattress, the massive wolf resting on his paws over the laying human. Por lowers his head, his muzzle touching the human's lip as they kisses again, more passionately than ever. Their hands caress one another wildly, as if trying to explore every surface of their skins.
This time it's Por to pull out first, despite Marsh's groan of dissatisfaction. He slides down the bed and positions his head over the human's genital. Por takes a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of his maleness. He licks the tip of his member for a few times, tasting it, then plunges down and puts it into his mouth entirely, eliciting a gasp from Marsh.
Marsh can feel it through his sensitive organ; the entire length against his friend's humid orifice, a sliding motion as he bobs his head up and down the shaft, a slight scratching of the wolf's fang against bare skin, sending bolts of pleasure throughout his being. He has never felt something like this before; then again he has never had an oral done to him up until this point. All that his cock has ever entered is into the clasps of his hand, and it can't be compared to the sensation he's receiving from the other now.
Por skillfully does his work. He will slide for a while then pause and go back to more licking before he clamps down again. His paws will grab and tease and squeeze his balls all the while. Soon, Marsh can't take it anymore and suddenly he feels orgasm washes through his body, sending white ropes of sticky fluid into his friend's mouth.
There, he can feels it again; the sensation of something inside him resonating with the wolf. It grows stronger as he cums again and again, each load strengthening the resonation more and more causing him to cum more in the process. Marsh grunts and raises his hands to grab Por's head, thrusting his pole in as deep as he could as he shoots the most powerful shots he has ever made into Por, who eagerly swallow all of them.
He can feel the orgasm dying, but not the resonation. It's only grow stronger as time passes by, even when Por has let go of his cock and shuffled toward his face again, making a quick kiss just to share the taste of his cum. Marsh smiles, high and exhausted, but he knows that this is just the beginning of what Por intends to do with him; the touch of Por's slick member against his tells him more than enough. Por smiles back. Paws trace down his torso, one running up his spent yet stay erected penis, causing it to spasm a little, before going downward around his balls to their destination.
The wolf spreads the human's legs wide, shifting himself down between his limbs and dives his muzzle into his pucker, taking in the sweet aroma. Marsh let out a yelp as Por's tongue drives in past his virgin anal ring. It's a sensation overload for Marsh again and he finds the resonation increases at a more rapid rate. He can practically feel it brush through his skin now, causing body hair to stand up on end. Por continues his tonguing until canine drool has covered inside and all over the hole. Marsh's ready and all lubed up for what to come now and he cannot hide his hunger anymore.
"Fuck me, Por! Mate me! Put that cock inside of me!" The sensation is driving him crazy, the resonation is making him more than eager. His hunger must be satisfied. His calling must be fulfilled. He has to have that cock plunged into him!
Hearing the pledge of his human, Por doesn't hesitate and quickly complies as he positions Marsh and himself and then thrusts his precum-soaked member in deep, his knot touching the rim. Marsh gasps at the sudden intrusion. He isn't prepared for the big wolf's girth and the quick movement brings forth pain he could not imagine; so painful, yet so pleasurable. As soon as Marsh registers the presence of his wolf's dick he can feel it sliding out, relieving some pain, and then ram back in again, harder than last time. The top of Por's knot spreads his tight pucker a little, sending waves of pleasurable pain throughout his whole body.
Por thrusts his hip in and out as he fucks the little human senseless. Marsh is lost in ecstasy, feeling it fills him fuller and deeper, less painful and more pleasurable as Por thrusts in times and times again. The resonation is going wild now and he can no longer feel anything besides the love making he's getting right now, and a sudden surge of power from deep within his chest. His whole body, except for his currently-in-use ass, goes numb; he can't even feel Por's fang against his shoulder as he makes a love bite. But Marsh doesn't care. He's getting fucked by his lovely wolf, and that's all there is to it.
With an audible 'plop', Por pushes his knot in entirely; a lustful moan escapes from Marsh's lip. He continues the thrusting motion for a while, his knot tugging at the closed, and now red from frantic fucking, orifice mercilessly. Abruptly, he stops, no more pounding, no more bouncing. He just stops. And as sudden as it has happened, Por lets go of Marsh's shoulder and howls lustfully. His member throbs. His knot inflates. And his urethra forces open to unleash torrents of cum into the man's bowel. Marsh cries out in tandem with the wolf, river of seed so hot it almost seems to burn his intestine floods in, and he reaches another orgasm right then. The feeling of power rising crosses his body and mind, mentally drowning him. He is getting more and more lightheaded. Reality is harder to be grasped and slips away from his head.
Washed in dazzling white light, Marsh falls unconscious again.
A figure on a bed slowly rolls about. A pair of eyes open lazily, showing their owner green digital numbers, indicating time. It is still too early into the morning for it to wake up and the figure decides for another sleep.
"Get up, sleepy head." A voice, Por's, comes from bathroom, interrupting his sleep and encouraging him to wake up.
"Uuuu." Marsh groans, still being half asleep, and replies back lethargically, "Mmmorning". He sluggishly forces himself up and tries to get out of the bed.
"Huh?" But when his foot reaches the floor, he feels that something isn't quite right. "Huh? Wha--" And when he tries to stand up, he loses his balance and falls back onto the bed. Something funny is going on here.
"Not familiar with your 'new form', I see." Por speaks out. Puzzled with the term, he faces down and looks at his body... His own body in its 'new form'.
His figure is now covered in orange fur, except for his chest and abdomen where it is white. His tattoos, now almost unrecognizable, have changed into patterned black stripes that run across his body. Hands and feet are now paws alike, sharp claws jutting out. He hesitantly holds out his hands... Paws, he corrects himself, to touch his face. Foreign features different from that's on a human face can be found. To ensure himself, Marsh struggles on his unbalanced legs to bring himself toward his wardrobe and open it to reveal a full-body mirror inside. He is faced with a tiger with human proportion; a massive bulking buff tiger man so sexy Marsh has to question if it is really him. And to answer it he moves his body around.
Oh my god! This sexy beast really is him!
"Unbelievable..." And his voice is now deeper, too!
"If you ask me, I have to say that you are one hot stuff, Marsh." Says Por, who has come out of the bathroom and is setting up the table, still in his wolf form. "And you were great last night. At least for a virgin." Por playfully jumps onto Marsh, hugging from the side, making the tiger blushes helplessly.
"W... Well, can you explain everything now?" Marsh asks.
"Sure thing." And the wolf is more than to comply. Por releases his embrace and start explaining, "So you see, you survived because I had given you my blood." Marsh raises an eyebrow at that. Mere blood donation can completely cure a severely injured man over a single night? That's too far-fetched even for him who has been transformed into a half tiger half man.
"Don't make that face. Just listen, okay? As you can see, I'm not just any ordinary person. The simplest definition would be close to something along 'werewolf' line. Us people possess several handy abilities, one of those is rapid regeneration. Wounds get healed in an instant and severe injuries like what you've encountered can be overcome in one night rest. And because said abilities can be transferred through blood, so when I gave you my blood, you gained my abilities. Hence you sitting alive before me here.
"The problem is that there's a side effect. Exposure to my blood would slowly transform you, mentally and physically, into a wild feral beast, and that would be the point of no return for you. I have to act quickly before it reaches that point or I won't be able to help you anymore."
Marsh listens with a blank expression. He doesn't know what to think of it. This is all too much for him to digest. But something bugs him, something about 'act quickly' that Por has mentioned... It couldn't be....
"... Is that why you had sex with me last night?"
"Ding dong!" Por makes a sound like what you can hear on a game show when a contestant answers correctly. "That is correct. Quick learner as always."
Well, that's a little bit disappointing. He has hoped that maybe there is more to it than that....
"Then why didn't you take me to hospital instead?" He asks, not really expecting any decent answer.
"I wouldn't make it in time." Por pauses, his expression saddens a bit before he continues softly, "Besides, if I had done that, I wouldn't consider it paying for my debt to you." Por's voice is just above whisper by a few decibels.
"Your debt to me?" Marsh doesn't think he has ever lent anything to Por before.
"Yep, paying for my debt to you, for being my friend, for the warmth that you had given me, for you friendship, and most important of all..." Por blushes a bit, "You see, I missed you so much when we went for the different schools. All I could think about was you. At first I don't want to admit it, but as time went by I couldn't deny it anymore...
"You had taught me how to truly love someone, Marsh. I... I love you. The realization sort of started my own transformation, and when I realized again, I had already become a werewolf. Guess I was born as a werewolf in the first place.
"A few days ago, when I first moved in to this apartment, I couldn't bring myself to sleep." At this, Marsh's eyes widen while Por goes on with his speech. "It felt like something always stirred me up. My balance would always be disrupted and I can hardly control my changes. Now I know why. I am connected to you. Ever since we met and befriended each other in childhood, I've been connected to you. The separation only caused me to yearn for your existence. So when I can finally be within your range after all those years alone, my body kinda respond to it on instinct."
So that is why he cannot sleep for the past few days. He is connected to Por, too, without him realizing it. So when Por finally moved in, the same effects were taking toll on him, too! Sounds supernatural, but at this point anything is possible for him now.
Por lowers his head and diverts his sad eyes away from him. "Sorry for causing you so much troubles, Marsh. If you're gonna get mad at me, it's in your every right to do so." Por returns his gaze back at him, begging for mercy.
Marsh just shakes his head, "I'm not mad. That... actually helps explain a lot of things" Marsh runs the explanation through his head again, and if his head had a speaker attached to it then a few clicks would be heard by now.
"Like what?" Asks Por, his face seems a little brighter.
"Like why I can't sleep for the past few days like you, and why I've never fallen in love with anyone before meeting you again." Marsh answers, his eyes fix at Por's surprise face. "Yes, Por. I love you, too." He says and leans in to kiss lightly at the wolf's muzzle. Por looks awestruck for a second and then puts his arms around him into a tight hug, nuzzling Marsh's muzzle back in return.
Marsh hugs him back as tightly. His head rests on the other's shoulder. "Glad to know you hadn't done it out of a sense of duty." Marsh says with his eyes closed, enjoying the tight embrace. "One thing, though. Why am I a tiger when you're a wolf?"
"Our were form differs from one person to another." Por explains, "Think of it like a fingerprint."
Marsh doesn't say anything, nodding his head a little in understanding. Two lovers rock back and forth slowly, together at last and nothing is going to separate them apart again, nothing except a little push by the grey wolf.
"Heh heh" Por smiles gleefully, "Come on, hot stuff. I've made some breakfast for both of us." He gets up to his paws and offers one to help Marsh up. They walk happily to the dining table under each other's warm and loving embrace.
"Oh, and when we finish, let's continue from where we've left off. This time, I'll be on top."
That morning, the entire apartment shakes from the loud roars of two mighty beasts making out.