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A change for the better (The Masks)

The Story is meant to take place between The Masks storyline chapter 1 and 2. Enjoy.

by Minguss 2014

Commuting every morning was hell for Matt. Today was just one of those days, where people spilled coffee on him and were generally rude. The middle aged men really hoped that once he left the train, that things would look up, no more people that bumped into him and all. But instead it started raining heavily drenching him on the last leg of his journey to work.

The sign above the Zoo entrance was once stirring a feeling of pride in him, but that feeling had faded a long time ago. It was just depressing now a days, the signs paint faded and was chipping off in places. But that was just the surface of the problem that was showing all over the Zoo. Budget cuts have made areas unsafe for the workers and for the animals themselves.

"Well, its paying the bills..." Matt sighed as he opened the door towards the back entrance of the zoo and into the staff area.

His boss left another note on his locker again, noting him that he was late again. Just another sign how bad this place was run now a days. His boss didn't even bother to come down in person any more.

Changing into his caretaker uniform was quite a pain, the cold from the rain made his back ache. Matt almost threw out his back last week while unloading all the feed without the forklift, since that thing was broken for the last 3 month.

"Time to get working...." the middle aged men groaned a little, as he got up from the bench in front of his locker. "This is will be one of those days again.... "

Everything was just so depressing in the staff areas of the Zoo. Once there were bright coloured bricks laid on the path and surrounding areas, but now a days most of them were broken or the colouring was scraped off, it was all just a sea of grey now. But no one would repair any of those damages, after all no visitor would ever get here. The cages themselves in the staff area had bars that showed their age, rust broke through the paint. And instead of repairing them, someone just painted right over the rust.

'At least the animals didn't complain.' thought Matt, while scratching his thinning black hair, before he put his cap on.

No one seem to want to see the animals today though, the weather was contributing to this. Not to mention that Mondays were always quite bleak. Though for him it meant that he didn't had to answer stupid questions from visitors either and could actually get some work done.

Doing his round Matt noticed that some of the animals seem to be on the edge, running around their cages and others were just hiding, but the keeper put it down to the bad weather.

Around lunchtime Matt watched the big cats, one of the seem to behave very out of character. The panther was licking his paw and rubbing his face as if something was irritating it. Watching a little longer the keeper could make out that the beast had something stuck in its fur, that just didn't seem to get loose enough for the poor cat to get rid of it.

Luring the black beast to the bars with a piece of meat, Matt could take a closer look at the thing that seem to be stuck in the fur. It looked like some sort of sponge like substance, it sure was stuck their and didn't seem to move at all. It wasn't big or anything, but it made the fur stuck together on the panthers cheek.

Matt carefully reached through the rough bars, distracting the panther with small treats. He was surprised at how soft the fur felt, but he didn't quite had the time to enjoy the feeling. He pinched the foreign object between his fingers, trying to loosen it carefully. But it was stuck in there quite a bit. So he had to pull it out swiftly and also get his hand out of the cage, not to get mauled by the big cat. One swift move later, the panther snarled at the keeper and blood was flowing, though matt didn't actually get caught by the claws, but actually sliced his hand on the bars of the cage. There was still some small flakes of black paint embedded in the cut.

The panther just snarled some more, but stopped and sniffed at the small droplets of blood on the bars. Looking up at the keeper with its golden eyes, as if it was worried. But that look was lost on the men, he was to busy holding his hand and cursing a lot.

"Well, that's just brilliant.... Fuck..." the keeper snapped at the world.

Matt looked at his hand, the cut wasn't to deep but it was bleeding, small shaving of paint still in some places. He squeezed and picking at the cut, to get the flakes out. He didn't even notice that the soft sponge like foam was getting soaked in the blood and slowly dissolved. Unnoticed to him, it melted away and flowed into his bloodstream.

Cursing some more the keeper went back to the staff room to wash his hand and pick out the last few bits of paint. He put some tape around his hand and finger. The cut itself went alongside his index finger, but it wasn't deep, it was just one of those cuts that got really annoying due to the position that it was in.

Matt returned to his round and worked through the day only now and then being reminded of the cut, due to the itch and stinging now and then.

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The weather didn't let up on the way back, but at least he got home without any other annoyances. Now the only thing on Matt's mind was to get a nice warm shower.

His apartment showed the stated of middle aged men's mind. Many things were just left laying around where they once were used or just dropped. Dirty plates where stacking up near the sink and only cleaned when one was needed and no clean ones were available any more. Pizza boxes where stacked near the door with some newspapers in between them waiting to be recycled. The over all feeling was depressing. But the middle aged keeper didn't care about those small things any more, he would eventually get to them and do the work needed to clean up.

Dropping his keys into the bowl near the door he slowly made his way to the bedroom. While moving through the bedroom he slowly got undressed and dropped the clothes on the way. Once in the dimly lit bathroom, he stepped into the shower. The warm water felt great, it made his aching almost bearable. But it also seem to wash away the depressive feeling he was harbouring. Even as the men turned the shower off, there was still an afterglow of a somewhat good feeling in him.

Stepping out of the shower, he rubbed his hand over his black hair. It felt strange, thicker in places, but maybe it was just the positive feeling from the shower. But even the dim light in the room seem to be brighter now.

"You are one nice looking s.o.b." he chuckled, looking into the mirror that hang above the sink.

While rubbing himself down with a towel, Matt didn't even notice how easy he was bending and how flexible his back seem to be. The tape over the cut of his hand fell off, without notice, but the cut didn't seem to be bothering him any more. Finishing, the middle aged men felt light headed and held onto the sink for some seconds.

"Wow.... where did this come from ?" his vision blurred a little as his head swam.

It wasn't a bad sensation, just very bizarre. Slowly the blur faded, but there was still a certain afterglow feeling within it.

Matt slowly let go of the sink and looked at his reflection for a couple of second it looked like his eyes were crystal blue. But he shrugged the feeling off, as he walked over to the bedroom. Where the feeling once more returned. This time he just fell forward onto the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't even feel the impact at all, not even the second bounce. It was as if he went instantly to sleep.

For the first time in ages the men dreamed. The sense of running, made his blood pulse through his veins and the thrill of the hunt was so vivid. Outside of the depth of the dreamland Matt's body was rolling around on top of the bed. His ears were slowly growing out into rounder forms and moved a little further up his head. While biting into the pillow, normal teeth slowly sharpened and grew into long pointy fangs, still fitting into a normal human mouth. The fangs didn't do much damage to the poor pillow, but as fingernails pushed out into claws and raked the fabric, that's when the poor pillow spilled its cotton inners. Fangs ripped at the fluff coming from the inside of the pillow, while sensitive whiskers grew from above the men's upper lip. Those working fairly well, telling the changing men where his prey was in front of his face. Matt's ass went up a little, in this swift move his spin cracked and his tail bone uncurled and grew into a 12 inch human skinned tail. The foam latex within the men's bloodstream slowly changing him more and more. But it didn't seem to change him fully into some sort of werecreature, it just gave him a small insight of the change it could call upon him.

It stopped just after giving him a small tail, claws, fangs and slight changed ears. But all those changes seem only to stick around for the dream. They slowly reverted to his normal human self, just before Matt woke up the next morning.

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Waking up was actually rather pleasant for the first time in years, no aching, no depressive feeling. And to Matt's surprise, his little friend was also quit happily saluting the sun. Grunting he stretched a little on the bed and rolled around, until he got a look at his pillow.

"How the heck did this happen?" grumbling to himself and turned the torn pillow from side to side. "Well, that sucks. I really like this pillow.... Oh well..." that seem to be a problem for later. Feeling the heat pumping within his loin was a nice thing to wake up to, something he had not experienced for a while. Rubbing his front with his hand, feeling the callused skin of his hand rubbing over the softer skin of his chest and stomach only made him feel even more invigorated.

Slowly the other hand came into play, stroking over his stiff uncut manhood. Being uncut made the stroking so much easier, the skin of his shaft slipping over his tip again and again. The left hand in the meantime played around with his nipples and stroked through the hair on his chest. Matt felt better then he had in a long time, tensing his butt cheek muscles and pushing up into his hand made him groan out. He wasn't really the vocal type but in this situation it felt right, oh so right. Squeezing his nipple and almost clawing at his chest made him only go wilder. Leg muscles flexing with each thrust upwards until he actually let out an almost inhuman growl, as he got to the pinnacle and sprayed his seed in a high arch all over his chest and even some onto his chin.

Matt's mind was swimming in the afterglow, slowly he noticed how hard he actually orgasmed. Licking his lips he never actually tasted his own cum before. It was an odd taste, he never actually tasted it before and thought of himself to be heterosexual. But this actually tasted good and there was so much of it. Yes he masturbated before, but never produced that much cum before. The smell of it made him feel proud and horny once again.

Grunting the middle aged men now filled again by his burning lust, started stroking his shaft again. This time the juices and the still ongoing afterglow made him twitch and jitter. The glands around the tip of his shaft were so much more sensitive now. They slowly grew outwards into small barbs, making them even more sensitive. This time it didn't take that long till he shot his load, it wasn't that much this time. He couldn't stop himself from growling out even louder, it was filled with pride and the scent coming from his crotch made him almost drool a little, the scent was intoxicating. Heavily breathing he couldn't stop himself from licking his hand clean from the juices he sprayed over them. Huffing a while, the bed dweller rolled on the bed a little, flexing and stretching. Luckily today he had a night shift and could enjoy the new positive feelings some more.

He enjoyed the afterglow for almost an hour before he slowly got up to take a warm shower. Rubbing his hands idly over his wet skin and over his head, even he noticed subtle changes here and there. His hair felt much thicker then before, the hair he had on his chest was almost all gone and his belly hair was gone as well only leaving a thin treasure trail leading down to his groin. But it didn't seem to bother Matt that much, thinking that it was just the odd sensation the water gave him and the newly found energy filling his middle aged body.

While the warm water was running, Matt's mind was wandering. Closing his eyes he saw images of memories that were not his own, at least he though so, but they were so vivid to him. His minded tried to rationalise everything he saw. He imagined that he was in some sort of cage, like one of the bigger enclosures at the Zoo. He wasn't alone, a woman came into this enclosure, Matt knew that she only came for one thing and that was sex. Her dark skin glisten in the moonlight and her scent told hm only one story and that was that she was ready for him. The scene unfolded as he got on top of her doggy style, but it didn't stop there. A little later he felt renewed power, as his body felt bigger and stronger. Grabbing the smooth and slick skinned woman he pulled her up and pushed her against the wall to get a better angle. She in return wrapped her smooth legs around his waistline and tighten her grasp on him, riding him hard.

Back in the real world Matt couldn't stop himself and grunted as his seed spilled out and mixed with the running water. The men never experienced an orgasm like that before, he didn't even had to touch himself and also never would have though that he could do a third time in such a short time. This one though, wasn't as strong as the other ones.

Real personal hygiene was secondary right now to Matt, the water was enough for the job, plus he enjoyed the new scent coming from his body. Slowly sighing he made his way back into the bedroom, grabbing a towel he rubbed himself dry. Somewhere in the back of Matt's mind he was confused about the small changes that had occurred, but everything felt right and how it should be.

Over the day Matt surprised himself even more as he found the motivation and the drive to actually clean his apartment. The bedroom didn't need much work and the scent left from his orgasmic actions was still lingering and it made him feel so good and proud. Leaving the door open the scent slowly spread around in his dwelling. No normal nose probably could pick the scent up, but then Matt's nose wasn't really normal any more, maybe in looks but the parts under the hood were much more refined.

After he cleaned up and even worked out a little, it was time to head out and to work.

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The good thing about night shift was that not a whole lot of people were still on the trains and buses, the weather sadly didn't keep its dry appeal as it started to rain once again. But even that couldn't lower Matt's good mood. He felt so much better, even getting dressed in his keeper outfit wasn't causing any bad feelings. Though he had some problems getting into the jumpsuit, it seems to be slightly tight around his shoulders and thighs. But even that didn't rang any alarm bells. The thing that was weird was that in the back of his head the thought emerged of why he actually had to wear these restraining clothes at all.

Doing his round Matt noticed how some of the animals where once more pacing around, but this time it seems that he was actually the one to blame. They were either hiding away as soon as he came closer to the enclosure, or they were just jumping straight at the bares and trying to claw or bite him. The keeper was on the edge himself and even replied in growling at the beasts that tried to maul him. The skin on his back slowly developing black stripes, the skin itself thicken a little and turned more leathery.

The more he was pushed to the edge, the more his inner beast wanted to escape. His once green eyes slowly changed into full crystal blue eyes, the blue slowly widening and all white in his eye disappeared. Growling at the beasts in the cages, it made him feel great when they turned tail and hidden from him. After all, the slowly changing keeper was becoming an apex predator. The change seems to get stronger the closer he got to the Panther enclosure. As Matt got to the Panther, he was somewhat surprised. The beast itself looked bulkier and its black fur seem slowly to split and show more and more white fur.

Both looked at each other with confusion, the eyes of the changing black beast slowly turning crystal blue like Matt's. The bulking out big cat slowly prowled closer to the bars as its shoulders bulked up more and more and its hips slowly widen.

Matt couldn't believe what he was looking at, as the black panther became more and more a white tiger. But this didn't seem to be the final stage of the change, as its hind legs slowly stretched out and the beast slowly got up onto those changing and stronger looking digitigrade legs. As it bcame more and more humanoid looking, like a werecreature of the white tiger kind.

In the meantime while watching Matt felt his own body growing hotter and hotter, his body bulked up. His hands cramped up as they slowly grew bigger and his nails pushed out and resharpen into claws. Almost in pain he grabbed at his jumpsuit and ripped the blue restraining clothes right of his body. Growling almost like the animal he had watched just a second ago, his body bulked up more and more until it was as athletic as the white tiger monster behind the bars.

The white beast in the cage was sniffing curiously at the changing keeper, as he ripped of his clothes and showed off his well defined changing body. Slowly fur was wrapping all around him, as he bend over and grunted. His tail bone uncurled and grew longer and longer into a pink skinned tail. The new tail thrashed around as it became solid and slowly grew white tiger fur on it. The scent of the human was somewhat familiar to the beasts mind, the smell becoming stronger and stronger as the men changed and it reminded the white tiger of its own scent and it made the beast chuff loudly with excitement.

Matt was almost on all fours, as he let out a loud roar, almost covering the cracking sounds of bones in his face. The changes done to his face were almost in rhythm with his heartbeat as it pushed more and more out with each pulse. Until his big muzzle fully grew in and he let out a loud harsh and primal roar, that would have made windows shudder. The newly changed tiger beast looked at the chuffing beast in the cage and huffed back at it. Slowly the rest of Matt's body changed, his ears rounding out more and more as they moved up to the top of his head. While whiskers pushed out and lengthen, before they brushed over the side of the bushes in front of the enclosure. Matt's new keen senses were at first to much for his already tortured mind, but then slowly he got the upper hand and noticed his fading human smell and the strong beast scent. The scent made him rowled out in excitement, but then he was somewhat confused at the strong scent that came from the enclosure. The scent was exactly like his own only with a hint of panther, but that scent seem to fade fast as well.

As the two white beasts slowly faced each other, beast recognized beast, but in a different way. Both of em looked curiously at each other and even touched noses to sniff each other. It was as if they were looking into a mirror image of their new selves, even down to the scent coming from each other. They both jumped back a little as images rusehed through each others head. Matt was getting images of the panther mounting a humanoid pantheress. After that the panther sniffed curiously through the backpack, that the panther woman brought with herself he got his muzzled stuck on something that would in the end change him into the white beast he was now. The vivid image even shown the panther licking his paw and rubbing his cheek where the foam like stuff was stuck in before and he must have swallowed some of it or scratched his cheek that's why he was now that white beast as well as Matt.

The caged beast was also filled with images of the keepers sad life, showing the beast how he slowly drifted more and more into depression. But the interesting part was the part as he actually absorbed the foam himself and almost changed fully while sleeping.

Both seem to share certain memories and even thoughts right now in their new form. Looking at each other they both felt sad for each other, one because of the sad life he was leading and the other because of the sad existence the beast had in its enclosure. Both were now not only twins in looks, but also shared each others memories.

The changed men looked through the shredded clothing and got the keys out, fumbling several times with his new big hand paws. Matt opened the enclosure and slipped inside to his twin, who was already waiting for him. Both chuffed at each other and nuzzled wildly. The nuzzling was slightly pointless as they only spread the same scent on each other that they were already producing themselves. But it made both of them feel better, it made them feel whole.

Matt never thought of himself as being gay or anything, he watched porn and did all the other hetero clichés things. So it came to him as a slight surprise that he licked his twins muzzle and black lips. Soon even his paws slipped over his twins back and hips, while being in the close embrace of the other white beast.

The scent coming from the white tiger that once was an animal became more and more arousing to Matt. He didn't need to share the thoughts of his twin to know what he wanted, since the keeper felt it himself. Both white tiger beast rubbed against each other. Their white sheaths with the black opening rubbing at each other, until the deep red tips pushed and rubbed against his brothers slowly emerging shaft.

Both of them wanted to make the other one feel good. The white beast that was once a panther slowly slipped down and brought its big muzzle to where his twins shaft slowly pushing free from its white furred prison. Matt felt and heard the sniffing of his twin on his shaft, he closed his eyes and huffed content of what's to come. The kneeling beast licked his brothers shaft and murred at the taste, it tasted exactly like his own and that made him even hornier. Slowly slipping the nice length into his muzzle, the beast started to give his twin a blow-job, just like he saw in the thoughts of the humans mind. Matt yowled out at the hot feeling, but now with his eyes closed could tasted his own cock as if it was on his own tongue. The animal fondled the standing tiger with its big paws, knowing exactly how to hit the right spots on his twins shaft and balls.

The feeling of both mind being shared was to good to be true. Matt put his paws on his brothers head and huffed louder and louder, as he got closer. Soon he tasted his on pre and it made him tense up, his feet and hand paws extending their razor-sharp claws. His brother murred under him as he felt the same excitement, but it was slightly duller. Both tiger brothers roared out as the beast that was once a human shot his load, some of it was directly licked up by his twin, while most of it was sprayed right onto his twins face, who murred loudly and licked its black lips.

The tiger that was once a panther nuzzled his brothers cock until it stopped leaking and dripping. He got up and somewhat smiled at his twin, as his twin started licking his own cum off his face. As soon as he was done they both kissed and shared even more of the taste.

Matt murred into the embrace his brother gave him, he knew that they both were just getting started. Huffing he turned away from his twin and bend over one of the logs, that were laying around for the panther to climb onto. But he didn't want the ex panther to climb onto the log, as he lifted his tail. Matt's mind was filled with the primal lust that both of them experienced, he wanted his twin to fuck him. He would never have thought that he would want any male to mount his ass, but this just felt right, after all it was his twin brother. He imagined that it would feel like he was doing himself.

The big white beast was looking at his brother as he leaned over the log and inviting him to mount him. The beast got down on all fours and licked over his brother tailhole, both of em huffed out loudly and needingly. The brothers connected, as the one in the back slipped over the other and aimed his shaft at the tight black hole of his twin. Both tigers where roaring softly as they got into a steady and romantic pace, meeting each others thrust with almost perfect timing. Both of them wanting to prolong this as much as possible, with there minds shared they knew how to archive this.

They kissed and licked each other tongue, huffing and growling. Big paws rubbing over ones chest and pinching the black nipples, while the other two paws where rubbing over the side and hips of the other. The longer they kept on enjoying this closeness the more they became one in mind as both memories seems to just flow from one to the other, their souls mixing with each other.

Before both of them roared out in unison, their minds and souls were one. And both of the twins felt right and more alive then ever. Matt felt his brother cum and fill his rear with the hot tiger seed, while he himself was close. But the keeper didn't had to do anything, his brother grabbed his cock and rubbed it just the right way, over the rough leathery pad of his paw. They both roared and yowled. The beast on top nipped at his brother neck scruff and pushed his shaft fully in. The beast on the bottom rowled out in pleasure, he would have done the same thing would he have been on top.

They both kept staying connected like that for a while, one cum covered paw was shared between them, then they enjoyed the embraced of their first mating. Licking and kissing each other, after licking the cum covered paws clean.

Both Tigers dismounted and got into a 69 position, licking each others loins clean with there rough tongue. Cleaning each other slowly and tenderly led to them giving each other a good blow job. A thick index finger seem to slowly probe into each others tight sphincter, probing each others prostate, pushing each other more and more to the next edge. Both of them were licking exilerated around their twins sensitive barbs. The twins soon hit another high as they fed each other more of their own seed, their balls twitched in their big tight furred ball sacks.

After this, mating became more and more primal, each taking turns being on top and doing different positions. For an onlooker it wouldn't be clear at this point any more who of the big white anthros was Matt and who was the panther.

By the end of the night both of the white tigers stank of musky sex, caused by cuming several time onto each other and licking only spread it more. The scent filled the whole sleep enclosure and both white beasts basket in it. The Brothers snuggled up and licked each others ears and cheeks before they fell asleep. Both knowing that they will have each other for the rest of their lives.

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The next morning Matt slowly came out of his primal state of mind. He licked his brother who seem to have changed back to his normal panther shape while they were both still sleeping. The keeper himself was still a giant tiger monster and that almost freaked him out. Though the change started before he could completely freak out. The fur receded and made way for his pink skin. But there was still a hint of the stripes staying on his back, down his upper arms, upper thighs and lower neck, it looked almost like a shadow. Muscles slowly slimmed down and hands and feet lost their fierce claws and turned once more into fingernails. Matt felt like he just caged his primal inner beast inside this flabby pink meat bag. But he knew that he would be able to let his beast out when he came back to played with his twin brother. Leaving his twin behind made him a little sad, but he knew that he couldn't let him out either, the human world wasn't a place for a wild animal.

Locking the cage, Matt gathered his things and run to the staff area in the nude, just to get changed and head home.

To be Continued?