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The Fog Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tiranmaster

The city skyline gleamed in shades of green, orange and brown... the new colors of early afternoon. The light was tinted by a great fog that permeated everything, lingering day and night, rain or shine... though it was certainly worse in the rain. Today, though, was a warm day. The fog banks drifted along, leaving faint green and brown mist on the surfaces it touched. The windows in the city had grown grimy, the stone staining brown. Abandoned cars had started to rust and plants had withered away and died, leaving an urban wasteland.

If there had been any sounds of life, the fog most certainly would have muffled it, but there was silence.... and in that silence, Adam Parker remained. The twenty year old crouched on a fire escape outside of a building, a faint hiss coming from the respirator of his gas mask, brown eyes gazing through chemical resistant lenses. Adam seemed perfectly fit for the part of survivalist. He was five foot ten, his brownish black hair shaved short so only a shadow of color remained on his scalp. His muscled arms were hairless and he wore a black sleeveless nylon shirt with long form fitting athletic pants. He'd been watching the streets below for some time before deciding it was safe enough to descend.

Adam dropped down onto the cement and began moving down the street, keeping his eyes and ears alert for any sign of movement. It was safer during the day, but that still was no guarantee. Life had been uncertain since the days of silence had started. Adam still remembered. It was a week before his eighteenth birthday. He'd gotten up early for a movie marathon on television only to find that all the channels on cable were blank. He'd gone to check the internet, but it too was down. After digging out an analog to digital converter box or the TV, they got the local channels up just long enough to find out they didn't know what was going on either.

The next day the fog had started to roll in. Adam woke up that day to find every woman he knew was gone. His mother, his sisters, the neighbors... Not a female anywhere. With no television, internet or females, the world had fallen into silence. And in that silence, monsters reigned supreme. Adam turned a corner, peering into the alley way, checking carefully before he advanced. One wrong move was costly in this new world order.

At first the only mistake had been staying out too long without protection. Adam had fallen in with some of his friends, forming a gang of sorts. They'd foraged for food, partied, did anything they could to distract themselves from the loss of so much, but day by day his friends had started to change. At first Adam thought it was just the fall of civilization, but then he realized it was something more.

Adam shuddered ash he remembered finding his friends rooting through garbage cans for food when clean food was available, or the noises they made taking part in lewd sex acts at nigh. Then... it was the fur and the claws... Adam stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a metal can fall at the far end of the alley way. He darted for cover, ducking behind a barrel. There was silence for a moment before a feral cat jumped down, swatting at the old can.

It seemed harmless enough, but Adam didn't move. Sure enough, a moment later, a seven foot tall figure moved out at the end of the alleyway. The creature was covered in black fur with a white stripe down its head and back, a six foot tall tail extending from his waist, stretching up before the tip hung limp. The creature had long claws and the fur on his face was bushier and curlier than the rest, almost resembling a beard. The beady black eyes searched the alley before spotting the cat. The skunk sighed, as if it had been a present with no gift inside. Then he disappeared.

All but one of the friends Adam had made had become monsters, skunks roaming a ruined city. Adam knew the stories about the first man in the world sharing his name. Now he feared the world would start and end with an Adam. The young man rose back up and continued down the alleyway, stopping at an old door. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lock picking set, fidgeting with it. Moments passed, and then a few minutes. It was a tough lock and required precision skill, but at last Adam got it. The door clicked and opened. The security sensors on the door clicked, but then nothing happened. They had been too long without power and there was no one to alert.

Adam pulled the door shut behind him and moved through the back. He pulled out his keychain and pressed on it, a LED bulb lighting up. He shone it around, moving past the aisles and aisles of pharmaceutical storage before he emerged in the store proper. Many of the city stores had been raided already, but Adam had been saving this particular shop for a rainy day, at least proverbially. It was a tiny shop in the back corner of a strip mall. Since most of the stores focused on nails and haircutting, it was easy to miss.. Adam had been counting on that.

The twenty year old moved around, checking everything. He was thankful for his gas mask as he found moldy bread, bins of desiccated fruit and refrigerators of two year old meat he dare not open, but near the front was precisely what he had hoped for... Individually vacuum sealed junk food loaded with enough preservatives to make it last into the next decade. Adam licked his lips inside his mask before he pulled a backpack off his shoulders and started loading up.

Swiss rolls, frosted doughnuts, mini-Danish. Unhealthy, most certainly, but a lot healthier than dying. Plus, their packaging was so good that there was no fear of the fog contaminating them. Adam had lost friends that way too... but now wasn't the time to think of loss. Now was the time to survive and continue on.

****

Thunder rumbled on outside as it had for three days straight. Adam laid on his bed, watching the green liquid streaking down the thick glass. The sheer amount of toxin outside was unthinkable, able to taint anyone and anything in just a few minutes of exposure. Normally Adam was pretty good about waiting out the storms, but for some reason this one had him more depressed... but staying in bed wasn't going to help anything.

Adam sat up and slipped out of bed, padding across the wood floors of the apartment he had acquired after the silence. It was stripped down to bare essentials. The counters were bare, the cupboards held only pre-packaged and heavily processed foods. There was no television, no radio, no computer. There was nothing to remind him of what he'd lost. In general the apartment was so bare it really signified what kind of clean freak Adam had become. The washroom was no exception, filled with buckets of water and soaps and solvents to clean with when he returned form the outside world. He didn't want to bring any contamination in from the outside, but with the storm his home had become almost like a prison.

Adam crossed the floor, passing the table that held his gas mask, moving into the bathroom. The light was a bit too low without electricity, but he'd removed the door so light could filter its way in. He looked at his reflection, his smooth shaved face, his toned body, his weary brown eyes. It took a lot to survive and sometimes he wondered why he fought so hard. Was it in the hopes that one day the fog would roll back out? That humanity would return. Adam let out a long sigh before he leaned forward, bracing his weight against the wall with one hand.

A searing heat transferred through the ceramic tile, nearly burning Adam's hand. He backed away at once in shock, looking around in surprise. While hard to tell at first, the pain on the wall was discoloring, heating up and cracking. There was a fire outside of his apartment. Adam turned and moved down the hall quickly, grabbing his gas mask and spare filters, dropping them into his pocket. He reached for the front door knob hesitantly, touching it with a few quick taps, confirming that it too was hot.

There was a sudden pop in the bathroom as one of the tiles snapped, then another. Soon the smell of smoke began to filter in to the otherwise sterile environment. Adam's heart sank. His world was coming to an end again. He strapped on his gas mask, ran tot he kitchen to grab some last minute food items before he moved to the window... a window slicked with toxic rain. Adam closed his eyes for a long moment before looking back, watching his apartment until the door buckled and crackled, the top turning black before flame spilled in along the ceiling in a sheet. It was time to go.

The window was hefted up and Adam lunged out onto the fire escape, moving along the metal grates, moving down floor by floor. He'd left the building that way numerous times before, but never because he had to. He felt the warm, oily rain coming down, rolling in rivulets along his arms. It felt so oddly slick and clingy to his skin. Adam's sneakers hit the ground and he took off running, darting for the nearest cover. Moving under a wide eave, he turned back to look at his building in flames.

The windows burst out, fire spilled from every nook and cranny. The minutes ticked by and despite the rain, the building deteriorated, collapsing bit by bit. Adam didn't know if it was a chemical reaction, something igniting from rot or if some stray power surge had managed to move through wires that hadn't been used in years. Whatever it was, his home and safe haven were gone. Adam had spent a long time trying to track down such a nice place, and he was only aware of one other in town... The home he'd helped his friend Beck set up. It was a fair distance away, they didn't want to be liabilities to each other, but now it seemed like the only option. Adam turned and moved away, letting his apartment fall into his past like the rest of society. It was time to move on.

****

The rainy day had become a rainy night. Despite the rain pulling the toxin out of the clouds, the fog had only grown thicker. It moved through the streets like soup. Adam's filter had reached its limit, but he still hadn't found a good place to change it yet. He reached up to rub at his neck, trying to pull the condensation off. He shivered as he felt the points of claws scratching his skin. He pulled his hand back, looking at it. His fingernails had turned black, curving past the end of his fingers into wicked tips.

"Fuck..." Adam murmured, his voice a bit hoarse. He looked around before his eyes settled on an old cannery. It would have to be good enough. He made his way around, clawed hands grabbing at the rusted chain link fence. With some effort he peeled it away from the bars and ducked underneath, heading up to the building. He tried employee doors, truck dock doors. Nothing was working. With each breath the air grew more stale in his mask, threatening to choke him with his own carbon dioxide.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Adam balled his hand into a fist and smashed in a window, climbing through the shards. He winced as a few scrapes cut into his toxin soaked skin., but soon the oppressive heat of the rain was behind him. He stumbled into the cannery and ran his hands down his sides, trying to slick off as much of the rain as he could before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a spare filter. Adam exhaled, inhaled, exhaled and then held it.

The old filter was rotated and popped out, dropped to the floor as the new one was brought up and clicked into place. Adam took a deep breath... and got a lung full of liquid. Adam started coughing and choking at once, smelling the scent of burnt rubber, onions and ammonia. His eyes watered and he pulled his mask off, doubling over. He spat out the rain water, still coughing.

It was the first time he had been unprotected in years... and the fog was far stronger than he remembered. Adam's eyes got woozy, his heart raced and he started to sweat. As his heart pumped, it seemed to push blood to areas Adam had been neglecting. His nipples grew hard and soon his cock began to stiffen, lurching down the leg of his pants, growing fat. Adam groaned, his head throbbing.

He checked his pockets and looked at the filters. Each one had been saturated by the rain. They were resilient in the mask, but each piece needed the other. Adam lifted his head, knowing that he no longer had protection. A strange twitch hit the corner of his mouth, a momentary half grin. No protection, just like sex. Adam closed his eyes, forcing out those thoughts. He had to stay focused if he was going to survive. Adam reached out and pushed himself up, pausing as his hand hit something wet and gooey and brown.

Adam didn't know what it was. He was afraid to wonder, although he was in a cannery. It could have been anything from old meat to vegetables to rotten moss... Adam stood back up, looking at his bloody, brown smeared hand. It was strange to think that he'd been running from everything dirty for so long, thinking it was the way to survive. It was so hard to stay clean and nature was dirty, existence was dirty and it ticked on... Once more he closed his eyes. It was the rain talking, those weren't his thoughts.

"I was right, I did hear something." Came a soft chuckle. Adam lifted his head in fear, meeting eyes with one of the monsters. The big skunk beast was one of the larger ones, at least seven and a half feet tall and at least five hundred pounds. His belly was bigger than a beach ball, round and giggly, covered in stained fur. His tail was as big as Adam's bed and his paws were huge too. More than all that, what struck Adam the most were the steel piercings hanging from his pointed ears and the thick silvery white beard he had that matched the stripes on his otherwise furry black body.

"Just... let me go." Adam whispered.

"After all this time? You want to skip out on our reunion? All I wanted to do was hang out." The skunk said, moving forward. Adam looked startled.

"Wh... Who are you?" he asked. The skunk chuckled, running his paws over his big belly.

"I guess I do look a bit different. It's me, Lucas." The skunk said. Adam's eyes went wide. He remembered the boy from down the way. Sixteen years old but eager to hang out with the high school seniors. He was into gaming, skateboarding and he drew comics on the side. Adam looked up at the massive figure in shock.

"Lucas..." He whispered. The skunk reached down, rubbing his furry black paw over Adam's cheek.

"It's okay, I know you're worried, but I'm legal now." he smirked. Adam's face scrunched up at that, shaking off his disorientation. It didn't matter who the skunk had been before. He was like the rest of them now, a monster focused on nothing but sex. Butt sex... The pun gave Adam another involuntary grin before he shook it out, turned and bolted. Adam ran across the cannery, ducking between pipes and tanks and machines. As he ran, he heard thuds near by, the paws of the skunk bounding alongside. Adam skidded to a stop as the skunk slid out ahead of him, hiking up his tail.

Adam lunged under a high pressure pipe as a green fog came raining down where he had just been standing, saturating the area. The toxins began to bubble on the ground before evaporating, turning into a low hanging mist. It was the same fog that was outside, the same toxin that Adam had been running from for so long. Adam climbed over and under the cannery machinery like an urban jungle, but as he moved up over a conveyer belt he was grabbed around the mid section by powerful arms.

"Let me down, let me go!" Adam screamed. Lucas said nothing, grabbing a hanging electrical cord. He wrapped it around Adam's wrists and tied it into a knot. Adam tugged and pulled and tried to run, but he was bound by the hands and only made it a few feet before the skunk pushed him and he fell backwards onto his ass. The skunk wasted no time, crouching over his chest, pinning him to the ground. Adam groaned as he felt the weight settle on his chest, almost crushing him. The skunk didn't sit all the way down, but it was enough. He began inching back slowly, his furry ass sliding to Adam's face.

"You poor thing, nothing but skin and bones. I bet you're hungry." The skunk murmured. Adam tried to scream, but the furry ass cheeks squeezed around his face, bringing him right up to the stretched, well used hole. Lucas began to squeeze and contract, rubbing his ass against Adam's face. Some yellowed cum leaked out and smeared across Adam. He kept his eyes and lips shut as long as he could, but his nose was vulnerable to the deep and heady musk, smelling of sex and sweat and skunk spray and filth... and it was pervasive.

Adam's mind began to swim in his head before he took in a shallow breath. The skunk butt smelled foul and amazing, so wrong it had to be right. Soon Adam took another gasp, then another, breathing in and out and in and out, his chest rising and falling, groaning as his nipples and cock hardened again. The skunk reached back, stroking Adam's shaved head, pushing him in further. Adam's nose and mouth were pressed right to the hole.

For almost a minute Adam did nothing, trying to restrain himself, to resist... but ever so slowly his mouth opened and his tongue moved out. It plunged into the thick yellow slop left over from the skunk's last visitor, the salty musky scent blossoming into Adam's mouth. His cock went rigid, his clawed fingers dug into the floor and he began to slide his tongue back and forth, rimming the skunk.

Adam's heart rate increased, his need becoming desperate. He sucked and slurped at the hole, willingly pressing his face in tighter, drawing the used cum in. The skunk grunted in delight, using his big paws to cut at Adam's pants, the material shredding before his hard, human shaft sprung up. The skunk wrapped two fingers around the twenty year old's cock, covering as much flesh as Adam's hand as he began to stroke up and down, feeling him up.

It felt almost as if Adam was bathing in shame and failure, sucking the ass of a monster. It was everything Adam had resisted, but somewhere deep down he felt it wasn't his fault. He'd done everything to survive but it just wasn't possible. His apartment burned down, the food was running out. If this was the only way to go on, why was he resisting it so much? Why spit in the face of a gift giver? Spit, yes, that would help things. Adam spit into the skunk's ass, breaking apart some more of the cum, letting it ooze into his mouth.

As Adam bobbed his head forward and back, his clean disposition was failing. Dark brownish black hairs pushed out along his upper lip and chin and then his cheeks, stubble growing out. He plunged his tongue in and out like a cock, pleasing the skunk greatly, enjoying its bounty as his stubble thickened even more. It was patchy at first but got thicker and thicker until it matched his short hair, just as long on his face as on his head... and then longer, his beard surpassing his cropped hair.

The bristles on his face meshed with the soft fur of the skunk's ass, darkening from brownish to pure black, his mustache dropping down slowly over his upper lip, his beard pushing out from his cheek and chin, but that was far from the only change. The claws on his fingers began to sink into the flesh, skin growing over the tops as his fingerprints were displaced with ballooning flesh.

As Adam sucked and licked, his beard wasn't the only thing growing. The cock the skunk was working was stretching like clay in his hands, growing to eight inches, then ten, thickening up with each squeeze, and a row of white hairs had started to push out of Adam's head, growing down the very center. While the black hair on the sides remained short, the bristly white fur began pushing up and out in a thick crest.

A vague sense of empowerment filled Adam as his insecurities melted away. He felt tough and strong and manly, ready for sex or fighting or whatever survival dictated. He lifted his hips up into the skunk's paw, his tongue slurping out eagerly into the hole, a hole that almost massaged his tongue. Adam wondered if it was that good to his tongue what it would feel like to his cock, wondering why he hadn't tracked Lucas down and fucked the kid himself.

Sensing more cooperation, the skunk grinned happily, tugging on Adam's cock, watching it grow past a foot long, fattening up just as much as it elongated. He watched Adam's body hair reassert itself, coming in black on his arms and legs while white curls pushed out from his chest. Adam groaned hard, feeding form the skunk's ass as if he was starving, though there wasn't really a lot to eat at first... but then the first drops of skunk spray began to return.

Rotten onions, melting tires, ammonia... It had never felt so heavenly. Adam moved to leave the ass behind, focusing on the scent glands on either side of the anus. He licked at them, poked them with his tongue and even debating chewing on one before it began to leak with more juices. Adam nursed on the skunk spray, his change advancing much more quickly.

The human's cock surged upwards by several inches, tapering to a fine point as it reached almost twenty two inches in length. His white mohawk pushed out higher and his face began to darken, the black stubble spreading up from his beard to cover his cheeks and forehead, the bridge of his nose and even his eyelids. As his face was covered, it began to warp out, pushing into a short muzzle. His rounded human ears changed as well, taking on points and stretching before they began to migrate.

Lucas squeaked and groaned, but having his scent glands milked wasn't enough. He wanted to feel the pleasure of actually spraying. He bore down hard and the fog sprayed out, pooling around Adam's head. Adam breathed it in, drank it in and let it saturate him, a crazed horny look filling his eyes as they turned from brown to solid black, his humanity leaking away entirely.

The skunk watched the changing human's two foot long cock ooze some precum, the liquid turning from clear to white to yellow... He was ripe enough. Slowly Lucas sat up and climbed off of Adam, glancing over his shoulder at him. Furry black paws pressed on the ground as Adam struggled to get up, finding his body a lot heavier than he remembered. As he sat up, he felt a shift of weight around his midsection, looking down to see his fit stomach gurgle and shift.

The muscles that were there started to soften, both from the covering of white fur and the coming of the fat... and the fat kept coming. His skin stretched and his stomach bloated, looking as if it was filling with air at first, but it wasn't air. It was heavier, meatier, it was fat. Adam's cock drooled more as he watched his belly grow and grow, becoming a beer gut. Adam drooled a little from the corner of his mouth, feeling proud of his belly. It was like his cock, the more the merrier. He grabbed on with both paws, squeezing it and kneading it, shuddering as his pectorals began to fill as well.

Adam's nipples stretched wider and thicker as his chest flesh pooled out, taking on the shape of man boobs. They sagged and rounded, growing larger. Adam had been fixated with breasts his whole teenage life. Now he had some of his own. He slid a paw under one and lifted it up, licking at it with his skunk tongue. As he played with his nipple, his body continued to grow and change. His belly pushed out more, his legs and arms fattened and the fur spread like wild fire.

The black coating of fur swept down his arms and met up with his hands, his legs covered soon after. His shoulders sprouted their own fur, though it stayed pretty short as it grew up the back of his neck, meshing into his shaved head hair seamlessly. Only his white mohawk was long, six or seven inches high and sticking up all by itself as his skunk ears reached the top of his head, flattening a bit.

Adam stood there, his body gaining mass and fur, his humanity warping... but all he saw was his two foot long cock painfully unused, and a skunk bent over before him. Adam took a step forward, then another, grabbing onto Lucas's ass. The claws dug in, the cock lined up and then he began pushing in. Adam's head tipped back, his muzzle aimed skyward as he felt it for the first time... the ass of another man.

With a careful thrust forward, the new skunk shaft glided in, massaged and caressed by wet, well used slutty skunk ass. Adam let his cock linger inside for a moment before he pulled back and thrust once more. With each thrust, he grew more eager, grinding lewdly, losing his cautiousness until he was really going at it. His heavier body gave him more momentum, getting into a real back and forth momentum... and with each thrust back, flesh began spilling out of his waist.

Adam's tail was growing in like a tsunami wave, ebbing and flowing, building. The bone stretched out but so did the fur, looking like an odd wedge in his backside before it flipped up, climbing and defying gravity. Adam's muzzle refined, his claws stretched more and his belly swelled even larger. As the former human's back popped and elongated, Adam wondered what had taken him so long. He wondered what would have happened if he had drunk the rain water, if he'd changed himself little by little, really savoring his growing belly or masculinity... but it didn't matter. He was damn hot, damn sexy and he was one with the fog now.

"That's it my little monster, take my cock." Adam grunted, his voice cracking before deepening. He fucked Lucas hard, grinding like mad, leaning in to bite his furry neck with new skunk fangs. Lucas whimpered and bucked back at that.

"I always wanted you to fuck me, fuck me hard..." Lucas begged. It wasn't true, before the silence had fallen Lucas had been a good boy, but now his memories were tainted by the fog. He only knew himself as a sexual being and so did Adam. Adam ground in tight, ramming Lucas's hole well before the skunk squeaked, grunted and then moaned. Lucas's hard cock sprayed all over the floor and his ass began to flutter around Adam.

A searing, tingling sensation filled Adam's brain, the orgasm burning away the last traces of Adam's resistance and hesitation, his morality and his fear. He tipped his head back and came hard, pumping pint after pint of skunk sperm into Lucas's ass. Adam nearly collapsed from the sexual high of it all, though one thought kept him upright... There was a nagging sensation that he'd forgotten something important. He tried to think back, though his mind was fuzzy... and then he remembered.

"I gotta go see Beck..." Adam growled deeply, standing upright. While he was very clearly a skunk, Adam almost looked like a bear. He was massive, seven feet tall with hundreds of pounds of fat and muscle. Even after cumming, his two foot long cock was hard and dripping. He had an eight inch tall white mohawk rising out of short black hair and a black beard hanging down from his face, contrasting with his white belly.

Adam turned to leave Lucas behind, twitching a bit. The very last change was taking root beneath his tail. To either side of his virgin anus, new scent glands were finishing up their formation. Fluids were building and fermenting, growing stronger and more concentrated. Adam pushed out of the cannery and into the open air, hoping he'd get to Beck in time to use them.

****

After so many days, the rain was finally starting to let up. The steady patter, the constant drip, it was all letting up before there was, at last, nothing... but the change of weather didn't prompt Beck to change his activity at all. The twenty year old male sat cross legged on his floor, his fingers in a specific configuration as his arms draped along the slope of his legs. The shaggy blond haired young man was meditating as he often did between rains.

Beck had learned a lot with and from Adam. He had made residence in a high rise apartment to keep the skunks from finding him easily. He'd kept things clean so he wouldn't be tempted like those infected, but he'd never gone as hard core as Adam did. One entire wall was lined with shelves holding books. It was one reason he'd selected this apartment over the others. He had to pace himself, not knowing how long he'd be trapped there, but the books were a constant reminder of the greatness that had to be preserved. It was for that reason, for humanity, that he struggled on day by day.

Outside the sun continued to brighten, the clouds clearing out to leave just the fog itself. Beck smiled as he contemplated his future, weighed his options... but then there was a knock at the door. Beck froze, then grew confused. Monsters didn't knock, they just burst in. He said nothing and rose to his feet, moving toward the door. As he approached, there was a grunt outside.

"Beck, open up." Adam's voice came, though it sounded a bit off.

"Adam, is that you?" Beck asked.

"No, its the Easter bunny. Do you want your god damn eggs?" Adam asked. Beck chuckled at that and swung the door open, but as the door opened there was nothing. Beck took a step out and looked around, failing to realize there was a massive skunk to the side of the door itself. Adam grabbed Beck by the head, his thumb and claw pushing in on the joint of his jaw. Beck squirmed and grunted, his mouth forced open.

Adam lifted up a glass of greenish yellow fluid, bringing it to Beck's lips and pouring it back. Beck closed off his throat and his mouth filled up with the foul stench .laden stuff until it spilled across his lips and cheeks. Adam held him there, forcing his mouth to marinate in the skunk spray. Beck's muscles tightened as he ran out of air before finally he choked and took a gulp, then another, then another... and then shuddered all over as he felt warm and tingly.

A dull, satisfied look swept over Beck's blue eyes as his nipples hardened and a bulge formed in his pants... but more than that, his shirt began to ride up slowly. It was subtle at first, but his stomach was getting hairier and expanding bit by bit. Adam groaned happily at that, leaning back against the wall, whipping out his own huge cock. He gave it a few long strokes, nodding in approval at what was happening to his best friend.

"You're going to do just fine." Adam contemplated.

"A... Adam?" Beck murmured before panting, sweating a bit. Beck looked over the seven foot tall skunk from his mohawk to his beard to his belly, moving over. He reached out, resting a hand on the fuzzy white rotund sphere. Adam reached up, putting his own hand over Beck's, holding it in place.

"It's me bro. I don't know why we fought this for so long, but its amazing stuff... and I'm going to help you enjoy every bit of it." he grinned wide. Beck tilted his head a bit, unaware that his once sun kissed blond hair was bleaching out to a crisp virgin snow white shade. Adam leaned in slowly, tilting his muzzle to kiss Beck. Beck melted into the kiss, his lips meshing with Adam's, feeling the fuzzy beard against his own face... a face gaining stubble of its own.

Beck found himself having to stand up on tip toes, but the kiss was worth it. After so long he wasn't going to be alone anymore. He had Adam now... and Adam was going to show him a whole new way to live. Beck's fear melted away and he leaned into Adam's big belly and warm fur, holding him close, wrapping his skinny arms around the huge gut. He felt like he was hugging the world's biggest teddy bear, but Adam was far from a bear. He was all skunk and proud of it, just another part of the very fuzzy population that inhabited the fog.