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_This is my newest addition to my works! A story of a human boy who gets a shocking introduction to his family history.

PLEASE please comment! I need to know if this is to be a new series, and the people who decide that are you guys! PLEASE let me know what you think, even if you don't like it (I need you guys to make me a better writer too!).

-Cy_

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Jake pulled his car up slowly in front of his house, putting it into park and removing the keys from the ignition. Having just made it home for summer break, Jake was not looking forward to unpacking all of his things. Over his three years of college he had managed to gather a strange collection of items he didn't need, yet always brought with him on every trip.

Jake stood about five eleven, and weighed about 165 pounds, though he was rather well built. Being human, as Jake (and for that matter, everyone else) was, he weighed a little less than an average anthro would at that height. He had dark brown hair cut rather short, and hazel eyes that bordered on the color of gold, with slight green accents along the outside edges of his iris.

Jake belonged to a small family, his two older brothers and his parents, all of whom seemed a little off their rockers, but he loved his family, and he loved being home. Resigning to leave the hard work for later, Jake threw his red North Face backpack over his shoulder and made for the front door.

Before even making it there, Jake was blindsided and slammed to the ground by someone slightly larger, and apparently much sneakier, than himself. Dropping his backpack and rolling to push the attacker off of him Jake stood only to be hit by a second figure. Laughing and punching at each other he and his brothers wrestled a bit longer before helping each other up.

"Ready to get wasted shitbrick?" asked Jakes brother Paul.

"I been home for a grand total of six minutes and you're already looking to drag me out to one of the bars?" answered Jake.

"What good is being part Irish if you don't embrace it little bro?" Paul said, ruffling his brothers hair.

"Let me at least get settled in and then, maybe, I'll head out with you."

Mel, Jakes older and more responsible brother, gave him a quick hug before heading too his car. "Don't be so sure you'll have the time. Mom and dad got a big surprise planned for you." he said, rubbing the side of his arm slightly. "Sorry I gotta cut it short bro, but the hospital calls." Mel was a resident at a local hospital, having graduated from Med school a few years prior.

Jake waved goodbye as Mel pulled away and turned to head inside with his other brother Paul.

"You're favorite, and best looking son is home!" Yelled Jake as he walked in the door.

"Yea we know Paul's here, we saw him before.." Joked his dad. "Come on in and eat."

Jakes parents strolled into the living room hugging him quickly before all of them walked into the kitchen. As he entered, Jake was amazed by the spread of food before him, his mom sure had worked hard. Homemade pizza, pasta, salad, garlic bread and much more lay before everyone as they sat down to dig in.

After eating a very delicious home cooked meal, Jake laid back with a content sigh and looked at the clock, "damn 9 already." he thought to himself looking at the twilight outside the windows.

"Hey Jake, I think it's time we let you in on an old family tradition you haven't gotten included in yet."

Jake raised an eyebrow in suspicion, this was often how pranks started in his family...

"Yea bro," acknowledged Paul, "If I know you you're gonna enjoy this."

"What's the catch?" asked Jake, "What are you guys getting at?"

"Well son," said Jakes Dad, "That's just it, part of the tradition is that you can't know. Not yet at least. Let me ask you something, have you ever felt that inner animal try to claw it's way out of you?"

"Well..... yea.... I don't-.... yea i guess." stuttered Jake "I mean with the fights I've gotten into I've felt almost like I was completely feral, like some kind of wolf or something..."

"Well," his father replied, "that's all you need."

Jakes father slowly stood at the head of the table, as did his brother and mother. Lifting his knife slowly to his hand, Jake's dad seemed deep in thought as he drew it across his palm.

"Dad what the fuck are you-" Jake was cut off as his mother and brother followed suit.

Jake tried to run at them but found himself rooted to the spot, gazing in sympathetic agony as he watched the blood drip from his family's hands. Suddenly, as if on command, each member of his family threw their plate from the table, showing a strange insignia freshly carved into the wood underneath. Slamming their hands onto the strange markings, the wood began to glow bright green.

Jake watched paralyzed as his father removed a vial of red liquid. Placing it as Mel's seat, where his insignia stood untouched, his father smashed it. All four markings glowing, Jake's father slowly strolled over to him. Placing his palm on Jakes head he muttered a few words. Then opening his eyes he looked his youngest son in the eyes before saying, "My blessings go with you to where you belong."

A blinding light flashed before Jakes eyes as he felt his feet leaving the ground completely. Falling through pure light he tried to scream as he plummeted into nothing, knowing not where, or for that matter when, he would land. Blackness crept from all sides of his vision as he slowly blacked out, still falling into nothing.

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Jake awoke shortly after, laying in a field of medium length green grass, the twilight glistening with stars above his head. "Something isn't right." he thought to himself. He sat up slowly checking over himself for any bad injuries. It was when he realized he was all intact that it struck him, you couldn't see stars at all, let alone like how they were before him now, in New York City.

He gazed up in amazement before a short stifled laugh brought him to his senses. Snapping his head around behind him, he squinted off into the woods lying on the edge of the field. As his eyes began to adjust to the dark he caught a flicker of movement for a split second before it flashed off in another direction.

"Who is that?" asked Jake to the darkness, "Who the hell is out there?"

Suddenly something soft brushed gently against his cheek. Spinning quickly where he sat he searched behind him and in front of him again, seeing nothing. How is that possible he thought, beginning to get scared.

"Psssst" someone buzzed right into his ear.

Jumping to his feet, Jake spun in place even faster, looking up, down, everywhere for the person whose voice was teasing him.

"Wow, are all of you this slow and dimwitted?" the voice teased.

Jake snapped his hand backward, feeling his fingers grazing what felt like a shaggy sweater before he spun in place, quicker this time, barely catching a flash of orange leaving his vision.

"How are you so fast?" he inquired, thinking that he must be going insane.

"Oh you are too," the voice spoke as he snapped his head right, "You just don't know it yet." the voice teased now in his left ear. "But if you're gonna sit here and not even try, then I'll let you catch a glimpse of what you're missing."

Jake spun again, growing more dizzy by the moment. Losing his footing he stumbled, landing again in a sitting position. Gazing forward he saw the most peculiar thing of his life. Standing just a few feet from him was what he could best describe as, a fox-woman. The slender figure stood bent at the waist, staring at him with a sly grin on her face, her blue eyes flashing with delight.

She walked toward him slowly, placing a soft paw under his chin and turning his head so she could look at him closely. "What an ugly thing you are!" she laughed.

Rage ignited inside of Jake as he flexed his claws and slashed out toward her paw. She snatched it away quickly before dashing off to the woods again laughing. "Temper, temper!" she teased as she disappeared again.

Jake snapped his head down to his hands, "Claws.... claws?" he thought to himself, "How was I using them?" he pondered as he stared at his perfectly normal human hands, "I don't have claws!" he whispered to himself.

Jake started as he caught a scent in his nostrils. "Gonna come catch me, or am I gonna spend the night alone?" Jake snapped around again this time catching the strange fox as she darted in the opposite direction. Throwing a hand out he reached and grabbed her forcefully by the arm. Staring at her he suddenly realized that she was completely naked, under her fur of course. This combined with the shock of his now furred arm ending in a clawed paw caused him to loosen his grip slightly, all the advantage the sly fox needed.

Spinning lithely, she let out a laugh as she backpedaled slowly from Jake. "Getting better," she quipped, "now really try to catch me, and don't worry" she added with a smirk, "about playing rough. I'm a big girl and I know how to take it." Tilting her head to the side and perking her ears up she stuck her tongue out at Jake between her pointed teeth before leaping toward the woods at a speed that seemed much slower to Jake than before.

Jake traced his eyes back over his arm... was it his arm?... the black and white fur glistened as if freshly cleaned. Looking down, Jake saw that this change hadn't happened over his entire body. Thats when it hit. Jake lurched forward as his muscles began to bulge uncontrollably. Sputtering he hit the ground, his entire form changing. Jake cringed as his ears popped and shifted, forming themselves atop his head, twisting this way and that. His vision changed, colors grew a bit dimmer, as light was much more distinguishable. Gasping, he shook as scents like he never knew entered his muzzle.

It was a few minutes before it all ended. Jake stood up, smacking himself in the face with his tail. Pushing it aside he glanced down at himself. He stood the same size but felt stronger than he ever had. Flexing his new muscles he couldn't overcome the strangeness of this transformation.

His ears twisted backward, by what seemed like their own accord, as a voice echoed from the woods. "A big strong dog for me to tango with, I knew this would be fun..."

Jake smiled to himself, "She's in for it now." he thought, "300 yards behind me, five trees to the right."

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Krist snickered to herself as she watched the new "pup" struggle to compose all of his newly amplified senses. She rubbed her arm gently where he had grabbed her, he had adapted to his new features surprisingly quick.

Glancing down to straighten out her fur, Krist looked up only to spot an empty field. Ears darting upright Kris scanned her surroundings in an attempt to locate the new wolf. Just in time, she heard him approaching from the adjacent limbs. Dashing out of the way, Krist lept nimbly from tree to tree, as the bulkier, and less coherent dog lumbered behind her.

Krist ran swiftly across the canopy for another half mile before turning to look behind her, seeing nothing. She stopped skillfully on a large branch, her ears alert once more as she sniffed softly for his scent. Dropping to the ground Krist crawled swiftly behind a very large trunk, flashing her blue eyes left and right, searching for a sign of Jake. It was already too late when she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

"Boo," breathed Jake. Grabbing Krists arms he spun her swiftly, but gently, to the dirt. Rolling on top of her he placed a thigh on each side of her chest, using his weight to pin her. Krist looked up and laughed out loud at the look on Jakes new face. Jake's ears were perched straight up, the tip of his right one drooping forward slightly, his mouth wide open with his tongue lolling out of the right side and his golden eyes gleaming and wide. "Gotcha! I gotcha!" he yelped excitedly. Leaning forward he placed a long wet lick from the side of her mouth up past her ear.

"OH GROOOOOSSSSSS!!" cringed Krist as she squirmed underneath him trying to get out.

Jake snapped his head up suddenly, grabbing the sides of it with both paws. "Oh god, ummm... sorry... I didn't, didn't mean..."

"Relax." giggled Krist, finally squirming out from underneath him. She reached over swiftly, pulling a couple of leaves from Jakes hair and scratching his ear softly. "With your new body comes a whole new set of instincts, that's why I'm here!"

"Speaking of here," muttered Jake, "Where am I?"

"That's a long story." said Krist, still scratching and laughing as Jake's leg gave a few swift kicks. "But long story short, this is a world extremely close to your own. It is an alternate place resting just beyond reach of all of your kind on earth. Means of getting here were discovered by the same tribe your ancestors belonged to, as well as some others, with the same ritual your parents placed you through. I'll explain later but know that you aren't stuck here. There are ways to get back, so you'll be able to go home again when you're ready."

"So then, who are you?" asked Jake, pulling his head from her scratching, though he really didn't want to.

"I'm what my society calls a, "Repat." Krist relied, "I volunteered to locate a new arrival and to adjust him to his new abilities. So all in all, I'm the only friend you got here for this rite of passage. Sit still, I'll start a fire."

Jake sat in place, his head overflowing with everything he had just taken in. Krist left Jake to his thoughts, curling up next to the newly started fire, her tail in one paw and her head on the other.

Jake didn't know how long he had been dazed out for, but as he looked over and saw Krist asleep, he assumed he should do the same. He barely knew her, but her liked her and felt safe where he was. Stretching out and yawning next to the fire he laid gently on his back and closed his eyes.

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Hearing a quick jingling Jake opened his eyes to find Krist slowly undoing his belt buckle. Opening his muzzle to say something, he stopped as she grabbed it forcefully and held it shut. Jake's eyes flashed about in a panic. How was he supposed to do this? he didn't know anything about his new body, not to mention anything sex related! Jake watched frozen in pleasure, and horror as Krist slid down his shorts, revealing his sheath. He watched in a stupor as she licked slowly up and down it, gently teasing his member from it.

Jake gasped as Krist took all seven inches of him quickly into her maw. Sliding her lips slowly up and down his shaft, she looked up at him with her light blue eyes and smiled softly. Jake groaned aloud as Krist slid her smooth wet tongue in circles around the head of his member. As he felt her swiftly flick her tongue around his tip he was amazed at how much more sensitive he had become.

Jake reached down grabbing her ears softly, and guiding her up and down his rock hard shaft. Krist took her hands from his thighs, leaving herself to be controlled by him entirely. Jake held her head firmly in place, gently beginning to thrust into her long, wet muzzle. As Jake pushed himself further and further toward her throat, Krist reached forward with one hand, caressing his balls gently.

Jake moaned gently as she played with him, thrusting faster and faster into her mouth. It wasn't long before he felt the tingling that let him know he was close. Looking down he gasped at the knot forming at the base of his shaft, wondering what it would be like to tie up someone with it. Krist slammed her mouth faster and faster down his shaft, rubbing his balls quickly as he groaned and gave one final thrust.

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Krist clamped a paw over her mouth to stop herself from laughing at her new charge. He had been moaning pretty vulgar things in his sleep for the past few minutes, and at his final groan it was obvious to her he had gotten a happy ending. She laughed into her paw again, oh what it must be like making such a transformation she couldn't imagine.

Rolling over swiftly, she placed her head on her arms again fading off into a gentle slumber. "He better get a hold of himself," she thought, "he can't be doing stuff like that in front of the others..."