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"What..."

Zerrick got his bearings as he awoke--sitting up from a slab in a study full of bookshelves.

He was completely, and totally, stark naked. Before him stood Sonjahlla the Sage, peering over him like a doctor.

"Ah, good. I see you've awoken from your transformation. How was it? Or do you remember?"

The thief tried to shake off the fog in his mind. Where was he? What had happened...?

He had donned the cloak and then... was it that he had forgotten?

The pendant.

Zerrick scrambled around, looking for it. Where? Where?! Where was his pendant?!

"Oh my--you seem quite confused, my son. Did you lose something?"

"Where did it go?" he mewled like a wet cat. "Where is my pendant?"

"Ah. Yes." Sonjahlla coughed. "You may want to feel your chest. Right there."

The old man stepped closer, and traced his hand up Zerrick's terrified, beating chest. The old man's nails were untrimmed--hooked talons like a hawk--and as they drew up across his skin, making Zerrick feel like a bug caught in a spider's web; a mere meal to be appraised, they came to rest on something hard and unfeeling...

....something attached to his body.

Scrambling away from the wizard like he was Death itself, the naked man sat up and felt the spot the old man had touched. It was cold and familiar--a single stone the size of a child's fist, milk white, with a familiar heartbeat glow. It had become embedded in his skin somehow; just beneath his collar bone.

"A most curious phenomenon." the wizard remarked, running his thumb and finger up and down his bearded chin. "I have never before seen it's like. Normally, when a creature becomes a were-beast, whilst wearing human garments, those objects are either torn to shreds, or simply remain, accomodating an animal body."

Zerrick couldn't make any sense of what the old man was saying. The wizard paced the table, however, never removing his eyes from the brown-haired, green-eyed vagabond.

"Moreover, most objects consumed by a Skin of Change simply dissolve--this is quite remarkable. Young rogue, where did you obtain this... so-called 'pendant'?"

Something stirred inside Zerrick. Something altogether new and frightening. It called to him in his fear, and he felt himself fighting against its influence, trying to rationalize it away.

Go along with the old man for now. He thought, trying to ease this new, animal fear. He has you where he wants you, but you're still alive for now. Keep things as diplomatic as possible. Find out why.

The something inside him kept saying 'danger, danger'. He finally looked up at the source of his fear, and drowned the warnings out with his own voice.

"I was... born with this pendant, as far as I know. I've had it ever since I could remember."

He refrained from telling the wizard of its magical properties--how it had guided him to some of the best--and now, the most dangerous--of treasures.

The wizard simply scratched his chin some more. "This is most curious. Perhaps I will keep you longer than I had intended--if only to unravel this mystery.Still, I'm sure you are quite confused." He said, breaking away from his pondering. "Perhaps I should enlighten you, as to why you are still alive, and not being dissected."

The rogue gulped, inches away from another relapse into the trepidation he'd been clawing his way from. He again tried to break the tension with his voice.

"That's... that's a good place as any to start." he giggled nervously. "Maybe you'd explain why I'm not wearing any clothes..."

"So you don't remember." the Wizard frowned. "I'd hoped it would be different, since you became what you now are, through a very unusual means. Still, it makes no difference."

The old man took a breath, and then drew something from one of the mouths in his robes, and held it under Zerrick's gaze.

The thief was immediately transfixed on the object--a single white gemstone--much like the one now permanently residing in his skin. This one was different--though. Zerrick could tell it was enhanced with magic unlike any he'd ever felt.

Slowly, gradually, he began to tune out the world, staring at the stone until he could see his own reflection in it. He couldn't remember when it started, but he began to drool.

Soon, though he did not recognize it through his stupor, changes began to take place in his body--changes he could feel--wanted to feel. There was a soft, wet crack, as his spine stretched, and the cartilege in his ears and nose began to shift and triangulate. It became intensely pleasureful--as his whole body tingled, and filled with a steamy warmth. Something told him he should have been screaming--but the stone! By gods, the stone... he had to keep looking...

The old man quickly drew the gem away, and Zerrick felt his body cool, and could hear and feel body parts that should not have been the way they were... slowly retract, suck in and resume their innocent, human look. He could not see it, but he felt the tail that he had begun to sprout shrivel and shrink back into his rump.

And then he shook off the trance, and was thoroughly horrified with what his body had just begun to do.

"What's wrong with me?" he whispered. Then, backing away, and falling off the slab carelessly, onto his bare ass, he shouted, terrified. "What did you DO to me?"

The old man smiled, and shook his head. "Do for you, my lad? I simply kept you from getting into any further trouble than you've already found 'yourself' in... and if you listen to my instructions, perhaps you'll avoid shortening your lifespan with any further exploits like the one you've just embarked upon."

"I'm... I'm not human anymore!" Zerrick moaned.

"Not entirely, no." Sonjahlla grinned wickedly. "A life of savagry and rape awaits one such as yourself. However, I've decided to make you my pet, and keep close tabs on your actions. Perhaps, in time you may even learn to call me master."

"I don't... I can't... I..."

"Steal from a Wizard and find yourself in fate's hands." the old man coughed, throwing Zerrick the stone from before. "Take this. It's a toy I think you will come to appreciate."

The gem landed square on the head of Zerrick's cock with a smack, making it sting terribly.

He tried not to look at it, as the old wizard led him convulsing, drooling

like a savage, from the room.

* * *

The change was good. It was so, so good.

Each step he took down the hall, to the dungeons, brought his body further in step with the beast, spasming as he clung to the changing stone, staring at it helplessly and following the old man's lead.

The thief Zerrick became washed away in the primative desires of the beast--and soon the young man was sprouting a tail once more, bending and arching his back as he felt his snout bubble up to phallic proportions and regain its cool, scaly rhinarium. He snorted steamily from his wide nostrils, and began purring, as the old man opened a sturdy door, and pushed him into a hay-filled cell.

"Ungh... unghh... nnnnngh!" he groaned, as the old man left him. Stinking fur rolled down his back, and up his tail, explosively finishing in a familiar white tip.

He began masturbating once more, coaxing the thick foreskin up his shaft, until it had mutated and furred, bonding to his creme-furred belly and holding his penis almost parallel with it. Before long, it had been engulfed, and gradually slid back out, in its red, slick, rod form.

He hung his long pink tongue out of his mouth, as it filled with fangs. His black lips and black whiskers glistened, and he rolled his yellowed eyes up into his head, beginning to wank, as the cell filled with foul odors.

No one seemed to care. No one would admonish him, like this, not even the Wizard--he was a monster, now--oblivious, and it felt INCREDIBLE.

There was a loud squirting noise that could be heard down the hall, as he soiled his cell with werefox spunk, growing claws and fangs, and other accoutrements befitting a feral fox--before finally shrinking and curling into a ball.

* * *

"So you 'like' the moon in a rock!" a woman's voice echoed, waking the hungry werebeast from his sleep.

"Gnuuuur?" the manfox yawned, rubbing his ears against the flagstones.

"You can't even talk like a human! How wonderful." the voice remarked. "It only took you a few minutes this time--and you even woke up the same this time. The old man will be pleased."

"Broooooi?" the creature squeeled, eyes widening, as it surveyed the shadows.

The beast, of course, WAS Zerrick--but relapsed deep into the body and mind of the species he'd acquired from the cloak. Devoid of clothing, he was covered from head to toe in mostly red-orange winter fur. He was almost indistinguishable from a wild fox, save for his larger size and sharper intellect.

Poking his snout into the hay at his side, he inspected a lump--of something warm and alive--

"Yipe!"

--which in a blink of an eye, batted a clawed paw, leaving a nasty nick on the beast's muzzle.

"Hahaha! You're not used to your reflexes yet, are you?"

The source of the rustling lump made itself known--poking its small, furry head from the hay. Cautiously, the fox paced about the creature, as the wounds on its face knitted up and closed.

"I bet this is the first time even, that you've woken up, knowing you're different than other animals. My name's Uriel. Shall I show you the ropes--of savagry?"

It was, for all intents and purposes, a cat. A very strange cat.

* * *

The smell of shit and piss--the cologne of a rutting vixen...

Lyla shut her nose against it, as she shooed the creature away from her hens.

"Get! Go!" she cried, swinging her bellows wildly at the critter. It ran out of course, into the woods, easily dodging the blow.

"Great." she muttered, staring down at the mess of poop and feathers. "Another thing to worry about, AFTER the family business."

"She looks upset, fox. Why don't you show her the pleasures of your kind?" the cat sang.

The fox felt confused. He understood the ideas the voice was whispering to him, but why did they sound like such good ones? Wasn't there something else he'd been doing... something he was good at?

He drooled as the sun caught his eyes, and they contracted into tight slits. No, no. That wouldn't do though. Hens needed to be chased--needed to be pounced upon and eaten, if at all possible. He felt a gurgling in his stomach, and licked his lips.

"Ahah, you've spied your meal ticket for days to come. Good eye, fox."

Why did that sound like such rewarding praise? And yet... this was his body--and he had taken the first step toward its mastery... Why shouldn't he be proud?

It was so different than when...

...When... when...

The creature shook his head. What had been before? He knew it had been something 'important'. He just couldn't recall...

"You know, I think you'll have better luck than that other one, that she shooed away, if you bite her. Just saying."

Not a bad idea... if he bit the girl, she'd think twice about trying to hit him with those heavy bellows. He just had to show her he meant business...

...wait, no. No, that didn't make sense. If he bit her, she'd be on guard against the fox. She might resort to more dangerous methods, and...

"Damnit, you're a stubborn one, Zerrick. Just play the damn role!"

Wait. What had the cat called him?

The Woodlouse Thief. Damned street urchin, trying to steal his way into a new life...

What?

Damn kid, come back here with that bread!

Where...

Stop, boy!

...was he?

The fox's body began to quake, and it let out a pained yowl.

"Damnit Uriel, when are you going to learn to shut up...?" the cat muttered to itself.

The peasant girl turned to catch the source of the new noises.

* * *

"Nnnn... nnnnghhhh..." the fox grunted, as its shifting bones and organs made loud squelching noises, and its muscles stretched.

"What in the name of Kor--Oh my lord." the girl gasped.

First, Zerrick grew his hands back, slogging through the haze of compliance with his bestial mind.

Each toe narrowed and elongated gradually, unfusing from the rest of his hand, to regain prehensile qualities. The black furred webs of skin between his toes began to diminish, and each digit formed a still-clawed finger. Finally, the pads of his paws enlarged and thinned, until he nearly had human palms again.

The change in his pelvis and hips were most drastic, and even the drooling euphoria he was possessed of with each modification, did not abate the significant pain from this act.

He felt his entire lower body, from croup down, soften, and begin bending, and reversing its structure. His pelvis, rather than do a 180 and snap his spine, simply caved and warped, until it had reformed facing the opposite direction.

The girl gazed, transfixed and in shock, as his muscles knitted and reassigned their roles, allowing him an ass, two strong legs, and knees in place of haunches. Rather than lose mass, his tail billowed longer, as his proportions grew to those of a petite human being.

Loping, hanging his back and arms, he staggered forth, testing his legs like a toddler. Putting a palm to his head, he tried to remember who he was. All he knew was that he had to shit again.

His nose twitched, and he caught scent of the female's spoor. Ancient instincts drew his half-canid brain over to the site to investigate, and leave his own mark...

...but the banging of something heavy on his head postponed the urge to do his business.

Thankfully, the blow didn't land heavy enough to do any damage to his beautiful, muzzled head--just to cause pain. He hissed, folded his ears back against his skull, and raised his hackles. Still getting used to his changing body, his first instinct was to rear to pounce--but this strange new hybrid form between the being he was, and the being he was facing, ill-suited that role. He would have to build to a run to achieve such a feat, as his legs were.

Looking down at himself, admiring strange toes, of a human, mixed with his own nails and paw pads, he turned back to his aggressor, and quickly side-stepped a second swing from the shrieking female, leaping to the side nimbly. All former questions put aside, he did what could be expected of a cornered fox--lunging for her, wildly waving his transformed forelegs, and lowering his head, jaws spread.

"Ohhhhh!!!!"

His fangs curled deep into the girl's left shoulder, finally breaking the fabric of her blouse, and cutting into her supple skin.

She dropped the pair of bellows.

He started feeling hot, as she stood there, in shock, his wet mouth stretched around her upper arm. The world started to spin. He felt his body grow another few inches, until his neck began to crane. What was he doing?!

He ripped his mouth away from the poor girl, snout shortening as he did. His long canines dwindled in size, and his carnassals began to shove loose as molars crowded them out.

Several grunts and groans later, a head of brown hair broke through the orange fur on his rounding scalp, his tail began to recede into a simple coccyx, and fur was falling off of him in clumps, leaving him feeling naked and vulnerable.

"Oh my god..." he gasped, as his vulpine eyes faded from yellow to soft green, and his vision finally recovered. Looking to his receding claws--he cringed, tears running down his cheeks.

Then, the man that had been a fox slowly raised his head, and caught sight of the woman he had bitten, who was staring at his lack of modesty in shock and bewilderment, trails of blood staining her shoulderblade.

"What just... happened?" she finally managed to stammer out. "There was a fox, and then..."

"Zerrrrrick.... dooo something or we're in trouble..." the cat whispered, hiding behind his right leg.

He looked up at the girl, then down at the bellows, then once more, back up at the girl...

THUD.

* * *

"You have a way with women, Zerrick."

"Quiet." he muttered to the cat.

He had finally regained his senses--for what that was worth. His entire life made no sense at this point. He had dragged the girl into the henhouse after clubbing her with the pair of bellows, to keep from causing a scene.

"I think you're going about this all wrong, you know. We should be running, not checking on her well being."

He hadn't snapped her neck with the force of the blow. Thank god. He turned to the overly-talkative animal.

"The last thing we need now is a village riot cat, so keep your damn mouth shut!"

"Well, how is that for first introductions. I guess Zerrick the Woodfox isn't much of a lady's man."

She was very odd for a cat--not just in the fact that she could talk in common tongue--but for her color. She was an unhealthy tinge of cerulean blue, with deep crimson streaks running across her cheeks like warpaint. Beyond that, she seemed overly large for a housecat. Her yellow eyes gave Zerrick uncomfortable memories of his recent experience.

It was the Wizard's pet, surely.

"You gawk. You've never seen an Entropy Elemental before?"

"You're a fan of yourself, I see, as well as a loudmouth, cat." the thief muttered. "What kind of creature is that now?"

"Well, I like things to fall apart, see." the creature bragged. "Selfish ambition and egotism work well to that particular end, so I decided a cat seemed like a good shape to take, when the Sage summoned me here--them having a reputation for that sort of thing and--" she stopped. She had raised a paw to her chin, admiring herself with eyes shut--but now peaked one open and Zerrick could swear a coy grin curled onto her face. "Oh. But you want to know what it means."

He snorted. "Not particularly, it just figures that if you're going to keep talking, I'm going to wring some answers out of you, instead of just your two cents on this situation."

The girl had begun snoring. Zerick folded his ears down over his head--then realized they were still fox ears and grunted, slapping his hands to them to try and shove them down into place.

"Rrgh, damnit, go away!"

He concentrated, fighting back the fog of baser feelings. Finally, his ears shrank and became naked, and retreated slowly down to the sides of his skull.

"Zerick, you should indulge your urges. They can be ever so satisfying--especially for me to watch."

"What did your master 'do' to me?" he scowled, grabbing the cat.

"He told me you are a 'Vulpanthrope' now, because of the skin you put on over yourself. Presumably, it was another Vulpanthrope's skin at one point. It's really fascinating, with you humans--I didn't think you could 'turn' into other animals. But it looks like it affects you in a way that's absolutely..."

She searched for the word, a prideful grin manifesting. "...delicious for me to watch."

"This isn't the way I 'want' to be!" he shouted, clutching the skin of his chest around the embedded moonstone with his fingers, as if he was trying to hold in something inside.

"Well, why not, though? You seem to do a good job of not playing by human rules already. You know, I've stolen, myself."

"But I am not--NOT--a mangy beast." he said defiantly.

"Are you not now?" the cat asked bemused.

Then, after a brief pause she suddenly smacked the man's cheek with her claws.

"Nrrrrgh!" he growled, bringing one hand to his bleeding face, and swiping the air fruitlessly for the cat, as she lept out of reach. The pain was just enough to set off something in him--a chain reaction of muscle spasms, emotional conflict, and familiar, building pleasure.

"Stop... iiiit!" he groaned, hunching over on his knees, as his nose stretched away and blackened, and a naked tail began snaking away from his ass. He pressed his free hand against his stomach, closed his eyes, and fought.

"Mmmmmmm... that's nice. Keep struggling with yourself, Zerrick."

"I won't... change. I WON'T!" he groaned, fighting back the transformation--trying not to allow the turning of his infected brain, as his face accordioned back and forth between a flat human visage, and a fox's honking snout.

Whiskers popped out, his lips blackened--but it was only for a moment.

"I WON'T! Not NOW!" he screamed, as the tail hairs bristled.

Finally, the changes receded, and his body began to settle from the process it was trying to undergo. He gasped as his jaws reshaped to the way they'd been, and clapped his hands on his face, pushing in on the whiskers until they shrank in of their own accord.

Relax. Relax. He thought. Don't give in now.

He let out several heavy breaths, as his human skin pulled his tail back in. Truthfully, the sensation had built, like an inevitable orgasm. He knew it would be a downhill battle for the next few hours--but he was still scared. What if she was right? What if he wanted to be that way again? What if he couldn't--didn't stop it, next time? What did that make him?

"Your expression is priceless, Zerrick." the cat sighed, basking in whatever rise she was getting. "I never knew how conflicted humans were with their own bodies, until I met you. I can't wait to see more!"

He cringed with guilt. As his stomach reminded him--certain things were inevitable.