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A prologue for a Bad Dalky...

Dalk had been a bad, bad, bad husky. The husky in question was dark... well black really... with glowing blue spots on his back and blue on his belly. He was a pretty normal looking husky with a friendly face and bright neon-pink eyes. Physically Dalk was a little on the short side. He was only 5'6 and just over 130 with a slender build. Overall Dalk was usually a pretty friendly guy, but lately he had been in a bad mood. Maybe it was the weather, but Dalk had been a bad husky lately...

This story starts on a cold December night just after Christmas. It was cold, even for huskies, and being cold was never fun. Most furs would have been crazy to head out on a night like tonight, but Dalk was a bad, bad husky. He didn't care one lick what other furs wanted... unless they wanted his cock...

Bright neon letters illuminated the sign above a local watering hole Dalk visited often enough to know some of the regulars. The bar in question was called Collick's, but some clever fur had fucked up the two Ls and the I, so the sign looked more like "Co__ck's" Dalk chuckled when he saw the sign. It pretty much summed up why he usually came to Collick's in the first place.

As he pushed through the double swinging bar doors a gray and white-furred badger spotted Dalk and waved at him. The badger was David Collick himself, but nearly everyone called the old badger Dave. Like most nights when Dalk visited Collick's he sat at a table in the back of the bar instead of at the bar itself. It wasn't that Dalk wasn't interested in being social, he just hated listening to all the people who came into the bar to chat and hang out. Those losers were rarely worth his time... well sometimes they were, but not usually.

"Hey Dalk!" Dave said cheerfully as he carried over a bright red fizzy drink that Dalk ordered most of the time. "I made you a fizzy-lip to get started. You wana start a tab? Maybe order some food?"

"No thanks," Dalk said and sighed as he accepted the fizzy drink. Lately he had been in a rut. Things just felt so normal... so boring. Dalk had a pretty easy welding job, and he was good at it too. Sometimes though he just hated getting up and going to work. It wasn't anyone in particular that he disliked, just the whole idea of constantly doing the same damn thing every day.

After a few sips of the fruity beverage Dalk found himself stirring the defrosted mushy strawberry in the bottom of his fizzy-lip. He hadn't even drank half the beverage, but that wasn't what was darkening his mood. Thoughts of getting laid drifted through Dalk's head, but getting up to go hit on someone at the bar was too much trouble. Instead Dalk just moped in the back of the bar watching a big group of bears who had wondered in an hour ago.

Bears weren't too uncommon around a town like the one Dalk lived in. He even worked with a few at his job from time to time. These bears were all a little older than Dalk liked, but he might have hit on a few of them if they hadn't been in a big ruckus group. The huskies eyes drifted over one of the youngest bears who was still pretty big. Not fat big, but actually muscular-big. The bear, a polar bear judging from his height and fur color, was actually pretty damn hot. He had facial hair, not too rare among furs, and his beard was long enough for the young male to braid it. The polar bear's bright white hair was spiked up and the male pulled the look off pretty well. He was wearing a sport's jersey that Dalk didn't recognize, and the sleeves of the jersey showed off the bear's furry muscular arms. Two large furry pecs bulged under the slightly too-small jersey shirt and Dalk swore he could see the soft bulges of the bear's abs.

Speaking of bulges, Dalk's eyes climbed down the tall bear's body pausing over his jeans. The pants did a poor job of hiding the bulging orbs of the bear's junk, and a fat sheath stretched the bear's waistband out enough to make him look horny all the dime. "Damn..." Dalk said as he thought about how big the bear's cock must have been. The pants hugged the bears thick legs and caves, but the big male didn't even bother wearing shoes or boots at all. "He must be pretty warm to not wear shoes..."

"He is warm, most of the time," A pleasant mellow voice said from beside Dalk.

"The fuck!?" Dalk shouted as he looked to his side and noticed a fox sitting beside him.

Dalk must have made a ruckus himself as he tumbled out of his chair and fell to the floor of the bar. However, nobody but the fox bothered looking at him. "Good evening Mr. Hunter... Can I just call you Dalkmoro? Maybe Dalk even?"

"Um..." Dalk was a little surprised a handsome fox was talking to him. "Just Dalk is fine," Dalk replied as he settled back into his seat, but he made sure to put a little distance between himself and the fox.

"Excellent," The fox replied as he looked at Dalk. "Call me Mr. Fox, or just Fox if you'd rather be informal."

"Ummm... right then... Fox." Dalk wasn't too sure about this guy, but he looked the male fox over regardless. Fox was short, but a little taller than the husky beside him. He had a well built body, and the sharp rave-style tee-shirt Fox wore did a good job of showing off his masculine, yet still sexy and slim, musculature. Fox had blonde hair on his head, styled into a short Mohawk, and a short pointed goatee on his chin. A soft fluff of blonde chest fur stuck out from the collar of his shirt, but if anything the chest hair made Fox look manlier. The vulpine had pretty standard colors... black on his ears and arms, and a black paint-dipped tail coloration. The tail in question seemed oddly long, and it flicked constantly between the young vulpine. It, the tail, was also quite fluffy and large considering the normal-sized fur it belonged too.

Fox was sipping something warm... perhaps tea?... from a earthy brown mug as he sat beside Dalk and seemed to watch both the husky and the party of rowdy bears up at the bar. "Sure looks fun to be a big muscle bound bear like that fellow over there." Mr. Fox said as he glanced at Dalk and measured the huskies' response.

"Yea, but a guy like me hanging with that crowd?" Dalk turned to his fizzy-lip and poked the mushy strawberry some more. "I'm just not that sort of guy Fox."

"What kind of guy are you?" Fox asked evenly.

Dalk raised an eyebrow at the question. Who was this guy? "I'm just a normal husky... well not completely normal, but I don't hang with guys like that."

"Sounds like you don't hang with anyone..." Fox said as he looked at the party of furs and then at Dalk. "...but I think you'd have fun if you were more like that polar bear huh?"

"Well yea... that guy probably gets ass anytime he wants!" Dalk grumbled.

"And you don't?"

"Would I be sitting alone in a bar if I was?" Dalk didn't hear how sad his sarcastic remark sounded, but Fox did.

For a while the vulpine was silent. He sipped three times from his hot beverage each time he brought the drink to his mouth. The pattern was... predictable... almost annoying. "What if you could be more like that bear?" Fox asked. "Would you take the opportunity?"

"What do you mean?" Dalk asked and furrowed his black eyebrows at Fox.

Fox didn't answer, instead he looked at Dalk as if to say "answer the question."

"Hell! Who wouldn't want to be like that bear!? He's a fucking stud!"

Fox looked from Dalk to the bear. At that moment the young polar bear had his arm around one of his buddies and he was singing a popular rap song very badly. Bears... they weren't known for being the best singers in the world... "He sucks at singing..." Fox said as if that alone was enough to dissuade Dalk from wishing he could be like the young polar bear.

It was Dalk's turn to look at Fox as if to say, "get real Fox!"

"Ok ok," Fox said as he stood and smiled at Dalk. "One polar bear coming up, but don't tell anyone that I didn't warn you." Fox shrugged as he walked over to Dave at the bar. Dalk watched as Fox said something to the bartender and then pointed at Dalk. While they talked Dalk lowered his ears in embarrassment. All the bears had noticed Dalk alone at the table and were pointing and laughing at him. What had that damn fox said about Dalk?

Fox waved as he accepted some change from Dave and then tipped the bartender. Dalk was distracted when one of the bears dropped his beer and the drink fell to the ground with a loud crash. "Ohhh!" The other bears all cheered. "Ya owe us a round now Vic!" They all shouted. Dalk noticed that it was the polar bear that had dropped his bear... his name must be Vic.

"Hey Dalk." The sound of Dave's voice barely distracted Dalk from watching the hot bear bend over to grab his drink before too much beer spilled out of the bottle. "Dalk... Dalkmoro!" Dalk looked up and away from the hot polar bear's muscular bubble butt and up at Dave's furry face. "That fox bought you a drink... do you know that guy?"

"Mr. Fox?" Dalk asked as Dave put a beer down in front of Dalk. "No we just met..."

"Well he seems like a nice guy... to bad he's mated to that mountain of a wolf, yea?"

"What wolf?" Dalk said and looked around for Fox. Not surprisingly the vulpine was gone...

"You missed him huh? That guy was huge! He was WAY bigger than those bears. I've never seen a wolf that big..." Dave walked off to handle the party at his bar leaving Dalk alone to stare at the drink.

"Oh fuck, that's so damn funny Fox!" Dalk groaned as he noticed the name on the drink. "A fucking polar bear beer... that's fucking rich!"

It seemed like a waste to turn down free beer. Not that Dalk usually drank beer, but free beer was free bear. Dalk sniffed the bottle first (a very husky-sort-of thing to do) before he tipped it back and took a swig of the beer. Much to the husky's surprise the beer was pretty damn good! Before long Dalk tipped the bottle back and noticed that he'd drank the whole beer. That was unusual... normally Dalk wasn't a fast drinker. He hated getting drunk, and he also hated paying for more alcohol than he could finish.

A quick glance at his watch told Dalk that it was pretty close to ten. Normally he didn't care much about staying out late, but tonight the ruckus of the bears was getting on his nerves. Dave waved for Dalk to go as the husky made his way towards the door. Dalk guessed that Mr. Fox had paid his whole tab... that was pretty nice of him.

The moment Dalk walked through the double bar doors a blast of arctic air hit him in the face. While he shivered and made his way down the sidewalk towards his apartment the doors to the bar burst open. A confused polar bear looked around and caught a glimpse of a husky with glowing blue spots turning the corner and vanishing into the cold night. A few stray snowflakes began to drift through the air as the polar bear cursed and growled at his luck. "I thought you were going to ask that little husky pup out Vic?" One of the bear's friends asked as the disgruntled fur walked back into the bar.

"Yea, but he left before I worked up the courage..." Vic sighed and shoved his paws into his pockets. The other bears laughed and gave him a few pats to his muscular furry back. They joked about Vic boning a "cutesy husky" and then returned to their merriment. Vic, however, stayed bummed the whole night. "How come all the cute ones get away?" He growled as he sloshed his beer around and grumbled about his bad luck.

The Changes Begin...

Dalk walked home alone that night. The snow settled on his softly glowing blue spots as he walked along the streets and sidewalks. Before long his apartment came into view down the road. Dalk, unlike some furs, lived in a one-size-fits-all two story townhouse, but for a small guy like Dalk the worst part were the huge doors and tall handles. He actually had to reach up to pull the latch on his own door! Once Dalk was inside he climbed up on a small step-stool to hang his jacket up beside the door.

Next the Husky made his way to his bedroom. Most lonely nights Dalk would have pawed off, but tonight he just didn't feel like doing anything. "Fucking fox..." Dalk grumbled as he walked through his house. Almost everything in the house was picked up and put away. Dalk tried to be tidy and clean whenever he could be, but that sometimes meant being a little OCD about things like laundry and dishes. Dalk had always hated leaving dishes out after he cooked breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Dirty dishes and clothes on the floor were one of his pet peeves.

After peeling off his shirt, pants, and shoes and placing the dirty clothes in the hamper beside his bathroom door, Dalk climbed into his huge warm bed. The only good thing about being a small fur was having a huge fluffy bed all to himself. Not that Dalk minded sharing his double king-sized bed when he could get another male in it, but tonight it was almost better to be alone... almost.

Sleep found the husky quickly that night. As he sprawled out under his sheets Dalk's sheath began to bulge slightly under the covers. A pale blue light began to shine from the husky's cock as it emerged from his sheath. The cock flesh fluoresced at varying degrees of brightness through the night, but unlike usual the hard-on didn't go down as Dalk slept.

For a fur Dalk's size having a two and a half inch thick and seven inch long doggy cock was pretty impressive, but through the night both the cock, and the light it produced, began to grow. The growth was slow and very minute at first, but as the hours of the night slipped away Dalk grew by nearly a whole inch! His now eight-inch cock throbbed regularly with a soft blue-white light as a wet spot formed on the blanket covering his protruding member.

But Dalk's cock wasn't the only thing growing...

His girly skinny arms began to bulk up just a bit, and even his flat chest began to bulge slightly through the night. The oddest change happened on Dalk's head and muzzle. A few soft swirls of creamy white fur began to push through his normally black muzzle fur. Dalk had never needed to shave before, he just didn't have body hair, but a few stray thick white hairs began to poke past his black fur on his chest, upper back, and even on his shoulders. Dalk's scalp hair also began to grow longer and turn white. It was just enough to give him a few stray lochs of white hair mixed in with his black head fur.

As the first light of morning crept into Dalk's window a low snore was beginning to fill the room. Normally Dalk NEVER snored, but tonight he did for the first time ever. The sound of an alarm going off caused Dalk to grumble in an oddly low growl as he roused from his slumber. A thick black fist came down hard on the alarm clock causing it to twiddle and whirl a bit before shutting off.

Dalk grunted as he stretched and slung his foot-paws over the bed. The strangest sensation made Dalk pause as his feet hit the ground... his paws didn't usually touch the floor when he sat on his bed... the husky shrugged and pushed the thoughts from his head. He felt so groggy this morning... not at all like he usually felt. As the grumpy dog wondered into the kitchen his gaze settled on a brand spanking new coffee machine sitting on his counter. Dalk gawked at the new device as he rubbed his eyes. A small note on the side of the new machine caught the husky's eye. "My mate thought you might need this, compliments of Mr. Fox and his mate."

"How the fuck did this get in my house?" Dalk grumbled as he pushed the button on the machine and it started to brew coffee. Almost instantly the seductive smell of the water soaked grounds made Dalk groan softly. He'd never drank coffee to wake up before, but he was quickly reconsidering the habit. Before the machine even finished Dalk grabbed one of the huge mugs and filled it full of glistening black brew. He brought the liquid gold to his lips and hesitated slightly as the first boiling hot splash hit his tongue. Oddly enough, the liquid didn't burn at all. But why should it? Dalk had always drank coffee... wait no he hadn't, but why question things, right?

After his first cup Dalk felt almost normal again. He sipped his second while he walked around the house. Dalk rarely cooked breakfast, but he did that morning. He kept eggs and toast around his house despite not eating them much. After a tasty egg and cheese sandwich Dalk found himself sitting naked on his couch with crumbs on his belly fur and his plate on the coffee table. When he realized what a slob he was being Dalk quickly stood up. He shook his head and looked at his flat belly as the crumbs tumbled to the ground. "Now I'm gunna have to vacuum... fuck-it I'll do it later..."

Dalk didn't realize he had forgotten his plate on the table as he walked back to his bedroom. Most mornings Dalk showered, but today he skipped the shower and got ready for work. As he dressed Dalk noticed his clothes seemed... tight.

"Must be gaining weight I guess..." Dalk grumbled.

The walk to work was short enough that Dalk didn't usually get too hot or sweaty. Today though, despite the fringed temperatures, the husky found himself panting. He didn't notice the stray thick white hairs growing across his black coat, but this new thick hollow hair were helping to insulate his already impressively warm fur. By the time he reached the work site Dalk had slipped his jacket off. He was earlier to work than usual, but instead of waiting for other workers to show up, Dalk just went to work welding where he knew he was needed. A few early workers were surprised to see the young husky already working, but they didn't say anything about it to Dalk. It wasn't too unusual for Dalk to come a bit early, but he usually never did anything until the other workers arrived.

The day moved... quickly... and Dalk was so focused on his work that he almost missed the lunch bells. The husky had left his jacket in his locker, so Dalk was wearing a tight black and blue company polo shirt while he sat and ate. Surprisingly a few of the construction workers told him he was doing a good job... some even asked if he was working out. Dalk shook his head and shrugged at the questions, maybe they were just teasing him... Lunch was over quick though, and Dalk wanted to finish what he was working on before he left that day. Unfortunately, his boss pulled him off welding to help haul shit around.

Most of the time Dalk loathed helping people at his work. He wasn't getting paid extra to do someone else's fucking job. Right? But today was different. One of the guys had hurt his leg on the job, and they needed extra paws to haul bricks up to the second floor of the project. Dalk surprised himself when he hefted not one, but two loads of bricks into his arms and followed the other furs upstairs. The guys were pleasantly surprised to see Dalk had carried so much, but the words of one burly Doberman had confused Dalk more than his willingness to help out. "Hey Dalk, you're looking pretty buff lately... and do you have white in your hair and fur?"

Dalk brushed the dust off his arms and out of his hair. "I must have gotten into some chalk or something." Dalk said as he looked at the white fur peppering his arms; his medium-sized muscular arms which he swore looked bigger than usual...

The day wore on, but Dalk never got back to welding. He did, however, have to put his gear up before he left. While he was putting his things in his locker Dalk noticed some of the guys hanging out at the front of the storage area. They kept looking at him, but what the hell did they want? "Hey Dalk!" A cute Folf said as Dalk emerged from the lockers. "Hey, me and some of the guys were wondering if you wanted to hit some bars with us tonight?"

Dalk was shocked. He'd never been asked to go anywhere by his fellow workers. "He can't," A pleasant mellow voice said from behind Dalk.

"I can't?" Dalk asked and turned to look at whoever had spoken.

"Nope," A familiar fox said. Dalk was surprised to see Mr. Fox standing behind him all-of-a sudden. "You've got a date tonight Dalk!" Fox said and poked Dalk's meaty chest... well, it felt meaty to Fox anyways. That just made him smile slightly as he looked at the white in Dalk's fur. Things were progressing nicely...

"I... I do?" Dalk stammered.

A few of the guys groaned, but the Folf smiled slyly. "Lucky guy... maybe you'll hang out with us some other time Dalk?"

Dalk nodded and smiled a goofy smile as the other workers walked away. Then he turned to look at Fox. "I have a date?"

Fox didn't reply because he wasn't standing there anymore. In fact, Dalk was alone in the lockers now. Where the fuck had Mr. Fox gone? Hell! Where had he come from? Dalk shook his head and grumbled a curse under his breath. He didn't usually curse, but he was starting to make a habit or growling and grumbling a lot lately. Dalk didn't care though. Who cared if he cursed some here and there?

On the walk home Dalk remembered that he had left his jacket in his locker. He was about to turn around to get it, but then he stopped. It was cold, but not cold enough for a jacket. "I'll get it tomorrow..." Dalk growled as he stuffed his paws in his pockets and made his way towards home.

When he got home, Dalk was once again shocked. The tv was on, and it was turned to... Hockey. For a moment Dalk just stared at the tv in mute shock, but as he watched the players the gears in his head started to turn. Dalk realized he understood what was going on... in fact, he didn't just get the game, he actually liked it! The slightly confused husky went to his fridge and looked inside. He noticed a beer sitting on the shelf... one lone beer... with a polar bear on the front. "Where'd this come from?" Dalk asked as he grabbed the beer.

As he walked towards the couch Dalk used one of his thick black claws to pop the top off the beer bottle. A bubbly head of foam shot from the beer bottle causing Dalk to curse. He ignored the spilt drops as they hit his white carpet. Dalk could clean them up later, for now he wanted to watch the game!

The excitement... the raw physical power... hell, the cute muscular furs on skates!Fuck! Why hadn't Dalk ever watched Hockey before? After the hockey game Dalk flipped the channel only to land on a rugby game. Just like before he seemed to know all the rules without even thinking. Then he watched football, soccer, and even some pawball! Dalk knew all the rules like the back of his paws! It was almost like he had been watching sports his whole life... maybe not just watching them... but playing them too.

Dalk shook the strange thoughts from his head and looked at the empty beer. "Outa damn beer..." Dalk growled as he stood up and stretched. His shirt felt... tight. Without a second thought Dalk pulled the shirt off and tossed it onto the couch. "I'll do laundry later..."

Now that he was shirtless nothing was stopping Dalk from scratching his muscular pecs and his thick white chest fur. As the husky made his way through his house he stopped in front of the mirror in his bedroom. Dalk paused when he saw the white fur on his chest "H... Holy fuck!" Dalk shouted as he ran a hand through the dense pelt of fur.

A quick inspection proved that not only had Dalk gone completely white, but he was also growing... body hair, and a beard too! The beard was cute though... and it made Dalk feel proud of himself. The only thing that was still the same about his fur were his glowing blue spots. The blue spots on his back, shoulders, and butt were still there. and they even still glowed. Dalk's tail was white and blue now, instead of black and blue, but at least it was still a husky tail. Most of Dalk's features were still mostly husky, but he was just white and blue now.

Just to make sure he wasn't crazy Dalk pinched himself. "Fuck!" he shouted a little too gruffly. He wasn't dreaming... Dalk was still very much awake.

As he paced in his room Dalk tried to think back over the last two days. He had met Mr. Fox... then everything started to change. But the details were still fuzzy and hard to remember. Had everything changed, or had Dalk changed? He still felt like the same old beer drinking sports loving husky! Hadn't Dalk always loved those things? Hadn't he always sworn like a sailor and had thick meaty arms?

Fox's words from earlier swam back to Dalk's mind as he paced. "Oh shit! I have a fucking date tonight!"

Dalk hurried as he slapped on some deodorant to cover up his musky body odor, and he desperately rummaged through his closet for cute, but sporty, outfit. He was about to give up on finding a good outfit, but then he noticed something hanging in the back of his closet. It was a handsome pair of pants, just the perfect size, and also a tight-fitting black sleeveless jersey shirt. Dalk recognized the jersey as that of one of his favorite hockey teams, the Arctic Bears, but he also noticed a note attached to the clothes. "Dinner's at Sporty's Bar at 7:30 pm. Tell Vic I said hi." The note was signed by someone named Wolf.

"Who's Vic? Who's Wolf?" Dalk asked as he narrowed his pink eyes at the note.

While he was dressing Dalk felt a strange thirst building up inside him. He really wanted another beer. "I'll order one at Sporty's..." Dalk growled as he left his apartment and walked bare-pawed into the snow. About half way through town Dalk realized he was shoe-less. "Aww fuck!" Dalk cursed as he looked at his thick furry white feet.

"What's wrong?" A deep rumbling voice asked from behind Dalk.

As the husky turned around he found himself looking at the stomach of the biggest wolf he had ever seen. "Holy shit!" Dalk murmured as he looked up and up and up at the mountain of black-furred wolf standing over him. The wolf was huge, and he was obviously well built. His arms were bigger than some furs, and his huge dark purple shirt was stretched tight over his muscular body. "You're huge!"

"You're not so short yourself," The wolf said and smiled a toothy smile. "Fox sent me to give you this." The wolf said and handed Dalk a card.

"What's this?" Dalk asked as he looked at the business card in his paw. Instead of a response the wolf just growled and walked off. Dalk wasn't about to run after a huge beast like that guy, but why had Fox sent someone to give him a business card?

The card had a picture of Mr. Fox leaning against a large letter W. The W was followed by a R, I, two missing spaces, and a T. Below the letters were the words your, own, and the letter S. "Huh..." Dalk said as he walked towards the bar with the card in his hands. "What a strange business card."

With the card in his pocket Dalk walked into the bar. He was surprised when he saw a familiar polar bear sitting alone at a table in the back of the bar. Dalk didn't know why he walked up to the bear, but somehow he just knew he was here to meet this guy. "Um... you're Vic right?" Dalk asked as he pointed a clawed digit at the bear.

"Yea... umm... hi!" Vic said and stood up abruptly. He stuck his hand out all awkwardly and smiled a nervous smile. "You must be... Dalkmoro right?"

"Yea," Dalk said and as he chuckled softly and smiled. "Call me Dalk."

"Ok Dalk," Vic said and smiled back.

Before either male could order food the waitress brought them two beers. She also told them that their meal had already been ordered and paid for in advanced. The two guys started talking about all sorts of things while they sipped their beers. The whole time Dalk talked to Vic he felt his confidence soar. Vic was a really sweet guy! He worked in construction just like Dalk did, and when Dalk told Vic where he worked the other guy even offered to get transferred so they could see each other more.

In addition to feeling better about himself Dalk also noticed that he was just about eye level with the cute polar bear now. Through their conversation Dalk had grown both taller and more muscular. His thick beard was starting to lengthen, and then it simply braided itself like magic once it was more than a half foot long. Before long the huge muscular husky was on his fifth bear, and then a feast of tasty bear food came for the two males.

While they ate Vic commented on how big Dalk was. "I played all sorts of sports in high school," Dalk said gruffly. "My dad was a polar bear, and my mom was a husky..." Dalk paused when he said that. His dad was the bear right? Yea... of course he was! That's where Dalk got his body hair and beard. "My mom has blue spots just like mine." Dalk explained. He couldn't see his hair, but the tips of his spiked up white head fur were blue now. They also glowed just like the spots under his shirt and pants.

"Damn," Vic said dreamily as he looked up at Dalk. By this point in the evening Dalk was pushing past his eighth foot of height. Somehow his clothes hadn't torn to bits as he grew, but why should they? Wolf had given Dalk these clothes for tonight, so they should fit no matter what. Right?

After eating Vic and Dalk sat together and watched the sports games up on the TV. Dalk cheered in all the right places, and the other guys in the sports bar always seemed to like and respect him. He was, after all, the biggest and baddest fur in the whole bar.... Hell, he always came to Sporty's and watched the games with some of his friends at the bar. It was a tradition, and nobody could turn down a huge polar-husky like Dalk. He was practically the life of the bar!

When the best games were over Dalk stood and offered Vic his arm. The cute muscular polar bear accepted Dalk's arm, and the two furs walked home through the snow together. They chatted about sports, school, work, and all sorts of things they had in common. It wasn't until Dalk was standing beside his townhouse that he realized Vic was still hanging on his arm. "Wanna come inside?" Dalk asked in a low sexy bass voice.

Vic's eyes lit up as he looked up at the huge sexy beast above him. "Hell yea!" Vic said eagerly.

Dalk unlocked his door and grumbled as he stooped down to fiddle with the tiny handle. he hated how small these apartments were. Nothing built for normal furs ever fit him, and he made a mental note to find bigger accommodations soon. As he led Vic into his apartment Dalk apologized for the mess and offered to hang Vic's jacket up on the wall-hooks. "I stay busy at work and at the gym, so I aint got much time to fucking clean this place..." Dalk said as he accepted the bear's jacket, but Dalk paused when he said the gym bit. He did work out... yea he worked out at the Fur-Plus down the road from his work. It was a gym for furs over six feet tall who needed bigger and heavier weights.

"That's fine," Vic said as he looked at all the huge furniture. It was nice to be in a house where everything was bear-sized again. "It looks nice Dalk. Very cozy... a great bear cave."

"It gets pretty lonely though," Dalk growled as he grabbed two beers out of the fridge. Without thinking he popped the caps off and let them fall to the floor. Vic accepted the beer, a big white beer with a polar bear on it, and Dalk continued. "Sometimes I wish I had a mate, you know... someone to share things with... and to cuddle with... to fuck with too."

Vic looked dreamily at the big muscular stud and swooned. Dalk unconsciously pulled his shirt off to reveal his titanic chest and thick mixed bear and canine fur. It was Dalk's house, and Vic wanted to see him shirtless anyways. Who wouldn't want to see Dalk shirtless?

"I wouldn't mind mating with a big guy like you Dalk... I've always wanted to be some huge beast's pet..." Vic said softly and blushed as he admitted his secret fantasy of being with a huge dominant male. Naturally, there weren't too many guys bigger than Vic...

Dalk smiled a toothy grin. He couldn't help as his pants bulged and a soft blue glow came from down under. "I bet a big bear like you wouldn't mind having a master like me right?" Dalky growled in a voice that shook the room. "I'd make you clean my house and take my big blue doggy cock... you sure you wanna be my pet Vic?"

Vic nodded and surprised Dalk when he leaned in close enough to lick the other male's fleshy black nipple. Dalk growled a low sexy growl as he felt Vic running his clawed hands through Dalk's thick hybrid fur. When Vic pushed his paws into Dalk's pants he pulled out the card. "What's this?" Vic asked. "It says Wrigt your own Sto..."

"Mr. Fox gave that to me..." Dalk said and looked at the card. He could have sworn there were more letters on the card now... where had they come from?

Vic put the card down on the kitchen counter and put his hand inside Dalk's pants. "I think it's time you showed me what's glowing in your pants... Master Dalk..."

...

A sexy muscular polar bear lay on Dalk's bed with his thick ursine cock drooling pre onto the sheets. Yesterday Dalk would have gone ape shit about pre and cum on his sheets, but who cares about that shit when you had a fucking sexy polar bear on your bed? Dalk climbed into bed as his own huge fourteen inch long glowing slab of husky cock bobbed in the air between himself and his newest pet. Long drooling streams of ebony black pre dribbled out of Dalky's cock and perfumed the air with a sweet smell. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy tasting that cock of yours..." Vic growled hungrily.

Dalk scooped some of his pre off his cock and offered it to Vic. "It tastes like soda... and not always the same kind..."

Vic giggled when he licked the soda-flavored cum off Dalk's fingers and claws. "It tastes like rootbeer..."

"It's gunna taste like ass in a minute," Dalk growled as he used one hand to flip his new pet onto the bear's back. "Mmmmm," Dalk growled as he smeared his sweet sticky pre into the muscular cleft of Vic's ass cheeks. "You're a good little bear..." Dalk was so excited about finally fucking some tight bear ass that he didn't notice how bear-ish his own face and paws had grown. As he rubbed his musky scent and pre into Vic's fur a final round of changes settled over his body.

Dalk's cock thickened and grew to an impossibly long eighteen inches. His balls were big enough to be small basketballs, and Dalk knew exactly how large a basketball should be. Dalk pushed firmly into his ninth foot of height as his changes finished. His huge arms and muscles bulked up one last time taking him from body builder to hulking beast. Below the now completely changed polar-husky, the regular polar bear felt the tip of Dalk's mighty cock pushing into his tight hole. Vic wasn't a virgin, but he might as well have been when taking a cock like Dalk's.

However, one final gift had yet to be given to the now monstrously large polar-husky. Somehow, much to the shock of both furs, as Dalk slowly impaled Vic's ass the bear took more and more of the huge cock with only a little pain. The sensation of pushing sixteen inches of four and a half inch thick cock into Vic's ass was divinely pleasurable. Once Dalk's huge balls were resting on Vic's cheeks, and his knot was pushing against the poor polar bear's back door, Dalk paused. "You're taking my knot tonight. I just wanted to make sure you knew that..."

Vic whimpered and nodded as Dalk began to piston his glowing blue cock in and out of the bear's ass. Ample gushing loads of black pre made fucking the poor bear simple enough for the horny polar-husky. Before long Dalk had worked up quite a rhythm, but really he was just getting started. An hour of ass pounding and butt humping later, Dalk paused with his knot thumping against Vic's anal ring, the bear seemed confused. Unlike normal furs, Dalk's fur stayed dry and fluffy as he fucked, but his long panting tongue proved that he had worked up quite a bit of sweat... except that polar-huskies don't sweat. They do, however, have a distinctly strong musk.

Dalk growled in lust as he hauled the poor bear into his arms and then, with a titanic amount of strength, Dalk repositioned Vic by twisting his body with Dalk's cock still inside his ass. Vic roared as his own ursine cock, all twelve inches of it, began to shoot cum onto Dalk's hairy white-furred belly. "Sorry... Master... Dalk..." Vic panted as he felt Dalk's huge paws wrap around his sides, as if he were a fuck toy for the titanic polar-husky.

"You'll lick it up later pet," Dalk growled as he began to pump Vic up and down his cock like the bear really was a sex toy. There was something about all this power that made Dalk feel so good inside. He was everything every fur could ever want... he was huge, well endowed, and practically bursting with sexual energy. Yet, all that power wasn't making him happy... instead he was just glad that he was holding someone close. Someone who might even love him...

Vic began to groan as the heat built up around the cock in his ass. Dalk had been holding back the whole time, he knew how to keep himself from cumming until his knot was buried in the bear's ass. Vic, however, had already cum another two times just through anal stimulation alone. Dalk howled in lust as he finally slammed the bear down one last time and the massive bulging blue knot popped into the bear's ass.

A howl, the likes of which any wolf would have been proud of, shook the nearby town houses as Dalk's cock clenched and the first of many loads of black cum shot into Vic's backside. Poor Vic was pumped full-to-bursting with Dalk's rich black cum. Finally the two furs fell into the embrace of Dalk's bed with cum, lust, and love gluing them together for the night. In a word the experience had been... fantastic.

And here's the epilogue! Ahem...

A cold morning is much better when it's spent with a polar bear on your cock. Dalk woke from the dream he'd lived the last day wondering if it had all been a dream after all. Surprisingly enough he was still a hulking mountain of muscle and white fur. "It's real!" Dalk said excitedly.

"Ohhh," Vic groaned. "It's really stuck in my ass..."

Dalk chuckled at the humor. He was careful to give Vic time to adjust to having a huge knot pulled out of his ass. While the polar bear used Dalk's bedroom bathroom to... umm... take care of things... Dalk wondered into the kitchen with black cum and ass sex still dripping from his glowing blue cock. In the dim morning light Dalk unconsciously started an enormous pot of coffee to brew. The polar-husky was waiting of his first cup of life-giving black gold when he noticed the tiny card sitting on his counter. Dalk plucked the card from where it rested and frowned a big grumpy polar-husky frown at the image of Mr. Fox.

Was it Dalk's imagination, or did Mr. Fox look really smug as he leaned against the big W? Dalk decided Fox did look pretty damn smug, but maybe it had something to do with the mysterious appearance of the missing letters on the card.

"Write your own story." Dalk read from the colorful white and red card. "Huh... write my own story eh?"

"What was that Dalk?" Vic asked as he walked out of the bedroom and rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Oh thank god... coffee!"

Dalk laughed as he looked at his paws. He realized right then that he could remember everything that had happened... it was like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking back at the road he had walked down. "You know what?" Dalk said in a low gruff growl. "I think I like being this way!"

Vic smiled at Dalk's strange exclamation. His eyes traveled up Dalk's huge furry body and took in the sight of the awesome naked beast standing before him. Dalk was just over nine feet tall, he had thick shaggy white fur that was broken by hundreds, if not thousands, of glowing blue dots that trailed from his thick sexy neck all the way down to his huge sexy ass. A husky tail wagged behind the bear-like canine, and Dalk's face looked just a little more like a dog than a bear. He still had his attractive husky ears, but his jaw was firmer, and his beard and shaggy body hair made him look far manlier than most normal furs. For a moment, just a short moment, Vic thought about the cute husky he had seen in that old dive-bar two nights ago. A husky with glowing blue spots couldn't be that common...

"Aw hell," Vic said and smiled at his new boyfriend. "You wanna go to waffle house or something Dalk?"

Normally Dalk would have hated the idea waffle house, but right now a huge greasy mess of food sounded perfect for a massive polar-husky. And besides, he was going to work out today anyways! "Sure Vic," Dalk said as he poured both furs a glass of coffee. "But let me drink some coffee first. You don't want to see how much of a beast I can be when I don't get my coffee. Ok?"

Vic nodded and smiled at the hulking beast before him. "Sounds like a plan Dalk!"