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Furry biology was such a fascinating disciple, even purely academically speaking. The way that the anthropomorphic animals functioned, effectively. Every strange modification like the enlarged balance organs that allowed them to walk upright on digitigrade legs, and the toughened sinew that made it possible. That wasn’t all of them, even, because some had either evolved plantigrade legs, or they’d always had them. Not to mention the sheer amount of brain capacity fully devoted to smells, often compensating for poorer eyesight. Furry books often had scent-pads to quickly summarize certain concepts in ways that took humans much longer. Fascinating, indeed.

Granted, there were some more base reasons for why Frankie had chosen that as his field of studies. He was rather obsessed with the furries. Infatuated, maybe. He wasn’t going to admit it to anyone else but more than a few times he’d caught himself looking up a variety of furry cocks that existed and their strange features. Knots, barbs, flares… but that was a heat of the moment thing. Really, all things considered, he’d chosen his studies out of scientific interest, mostly.

Graduation was only a few weeks away, now. Then he’d move into either medicine or hard science, specializing in furries. Until then, though, he had very little to do in the academic sense, all projects finished well before their deadlines. And as such, he was sitting in his little room, reminiscing, when Gabe – his roommate since he’d started college – knocked on the door to ask him something.

“So, any ideas for a party? Or just fun stuff to do to celebrate us finally being done here?” he asked.

“Ah, I dunno,” Frankie replied, stretching his muscles. “I’ll just be heading to a different university for a couple more years, anyway.”

“Sure sure, but we should totally do something exciting at least,” Gabe countered. “Just so you remember our time here.”

“Guess I’ll just see what kind of parties people plan,” Frankie replied. “Really, I don’t have anything planned, at least.”

All the recreation he needed right now was to just idle, to indulge in all those distractions he’d had to force himself to ignore while writing his big thesis. It’d actually been specifically about furry feet, though he’d learned quite a lot about their biology in the meantime. The various factors that determined if a furry ended up plantigrade or digitigrade, primarily, but also on the social implications of it all. As with any group of people, there was some tension between the two, especially when it came to variation within the same species.

While he might’ve picked furry biology as his discipline out of scientific interest, though, that specific subcategory had certainly been a more personal choice. He’d always found feet, and paws for that matter, to be rather sensual. Which, as someone less educated would put it, meant they got him really horny. Both having his played with, and playing with those of others. So his studies had been a fantastic excuse to both indulge in staring at furry feet for hours on end along with doing studies that were actually both scientifically sound and perhaps profitable, in the long run.

Gabe knew most of that, and he’d figured out at least one fun, silly, end-of-college thing for Frankie to do. It’d just take a few days to arrive. Something delightfully bothersome, before they were too old for any kind of practical jokes and rowdy humour.

A couple of days later, with their graduation drawing closer, the package finally arrived. It was really nothing particularly exciting, or it wouldn’t have been for anyone else. But Frankie would know to appreciate it. A pair of vintage sneakers that he’d spotted online, except made for furries. They had the pad indentations on the inner soles and everything, and extra room for claws at the front.

And he’d insist that Frankie wear them to celebrate his particular field of studies. When he presented them, and that idea, to his roommate, the result was two very distinct reactions, expressed simultaneously.

“God, those are awesome. Where’d you even get them-“ he began. “-but I totally can’t wear them, they’re not going to even remotely fit-“

“Well, you know what they say, you never really know someone until you walk a mile in their shoes,” Gabe replied, with an overly broad mischievous grin on his face. “Besides, just admit it, you’ve always been curious”.

“Fine, but like… okay, but only in situations people won’t notice,” he sighed. He did want to try them, and they looked awesome. There was even a silhouette of a laughing hyena on the side, and a couple of stylistic black spots. They must’ve been made for a plantigrade hyena, he thought, running his finger along them. And a hyena’s paws had definitely been in them. Though clean, they were worn, and there was a faint scent of fur to them.

It was the perfect gift, really. Though Frankie already knew that it’d both be awkward to actually walk in them, and that he’d probably get horny if he allowed himself to dwell on it for too long. Gabe definitely knew that, which was part of why he forged that devilish plan. But he could hardly deny his idea, especially with how much he liked it. Gabe was right in that college was probably his last chance to let himself get really silly like that.

So, he slipped them on, right in front of Gabe’s shit-eating grin, and took a few steps. The fit wasn’t actually that bad, and they felt warm and tough around his feet, which was surprising. In fact, it was a really good fit, the indentations inside matching his soles almost perfectly. Not to mention he could almost imagine having paws while wearing them, which, as expected, left his cock to harden and obviously tent his loose indoor sweatpants.

Gabe laughed. Hard. And somehow, despite the awkwardness, Frankie joined in, breaking down in cackling laughter, at the absurdity of the whole situation. It was really funny.

Or was it?

What neither of the two men knew was that the sneakers weren’t exactly just sneakers. They’d been specifically cursed by their former owner, who might generously be referred to as a furry rights activist. But it’d been a long time since he owned them, as they’d passed several pairs of hands since then, the resellers forgetting their original purpose early in the chain of commerce. None of the buyers and sellers actually wore the pair, after all. It was vintage. Valuable!

But it’d been a gift, and neither Frankie nor Gabe exactly knew anything about sneakers, nor were either sensitive to magic. What remained in the world were only lingering shreds, after all, mostly crushed by technology.

Frankie only wore the sneakers for a few minutes, the first time. He wasn’t going anywhere, after all. When he took them off, his feet were no worse for wear. If anything at all, his soles were infinitesimally rougher, perhaps ever so slightly more defined than they used to be.

He gave Gabe a hug, excited to try wearing them more extensively later. As embarrassing as he’d initially figured it’d be. That little tidbit had conveniently slipped his mind.

That night, he had a particularly weird idea. As pretty much all of his closest friends knew, he had a thing for feet. And as he tried to sleep, he found himself a little too excited to manage to slip into the night’s dreams. It was two things; the fact that he would be graduating soon, and the steely hard erection jutting out, equal parts uncomfortable and arousing each time he rolled over onto his belly. The latter was inspired by that idea. It was silly, but he wanted to wear the sneakers while masturbating.

Somehow, that seemed like the most erotic idea in the world to his half-asleep, tired mind. Having his feet where a furry, probably a hyena, had once had theirs. Maybe that previous owner had done it too. Quickly rubbed one out while enjoying the comfortable embrace of the shoes. Maybe he’d have spilled some cum on them by accident. Or maybe he’d even worn them while rutting someone else outside, like a in a public restroom or something. Furries usually didn’t have quite the same prudish, sexual inhibitions that humans did. Especially not the hyenas.

It was something society had always simply dealt with. Every office had a few spaces where furries could express that side of themselves, and others where they could not. Humans could, too, but it was generally frowned upon. Not that that stopped them from often doing so anyway. The distinction wasn’t nearly as cut and dry as either side pretended.

Frankie shook his head. This happened every time he went to bed. He started thinking entirely too deep about something as simple as if he should masturbate or not, or something equally trivial. With a sigh, he got up, snuck into the hallway, and picked up the pair of sneakers. They felt almost warm in his hand. No, they were warm, but surely that was just from sitting next to the radiator. He made a mental note to turn that off for the summer, one that he’d almost certainly have forgotten by the time he woke up.

Instead, he hopped back in his bed, and slipped the sneakers on. They felt awesome against his sensitive feet. The fit seemed just a little better than before. Maybe he was just getting used to it? Either way, he laced them tightly – his erection bobbing proudly as he worked on them – and then simply leaned back, stretching, luxuriating in the feeling. Sometimes, how erogenous his feet were was a bother. Right now, it was the opposite.

He gingerly wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock. Sometimes, he liked imagining himself as a furry as he did. In his mind’s eye, he had fur all over his body, that primal strength swelling in his muscles, and more than anything, paws.

Yeah. He pumped his cock faster, feeling precum dribble over his hand. Definitely paws. Pads and claws and all. Nnf. They felt so good in those purpose-built sneakers. Short, stubby toes. God, he wanted someone to caress them. Maybe he’d walk around barefooted and let everyone stare at them.

It was a quick session. More for maintenance than pleasure, and soon he felt that familiar pressure building up. The sneakers felt so hot around his feet, almost as if they were being massaged. He pressed them against a wall, feeling his soles press into the indentations. Just like a hyena’s paws would.

Frankie erupted with a muffled groan, liberally spurting rope after rope of thick, warm cum all over his muscular chest. After a few brief moments of bliss bucking his hips into the air, he was spent. Almost immediately, the silliness of the situation made itself apparent. He sometimes felt just a little self-conscious about how much he really enjoyed feet and paws, but… c’est la vie, as the French said.

God, was he relaxed, though. He lazily fumbled around in the dark for a tissue and wiped most of his spilled seed up, pondering briefly if he should bother taking the sneakers off before bed. Probably. Then again, they felt nice. Maybe not. He fell asleep before really making a decision one way or the other.

The following morning, he woke up feeling more rested than he had in ages. Invigorated, even, stronger than usual and full of energy. His feet were sweaty enough that he had to take the mysterious sneakers off. There were more changes, but not ones that Frankie would actually notice. His soles had darkened a fair bit, as well as having become rougher, more leathery. The hair was a little more dense along the top and toes. And his nails were just a little pointier.

Suddenly, Frankie began to laugh, unable to stop himself. The absurdity of the situation seemed so funny to him, for no real reason. Here he was, taking his shoes off as he woke up rather than the opposite like everyone else. A few spots of cum he missed tickled as he moved. Oh, the things he did just because of a moment’s horniness. It didn’t seem like Gabe was home at the moment, which was good, because he’d definitely have woke him up with his frenzied cackling.

Maybe next time he could get Gabe to help. He was self-admittedly bicurious. Frankie had never managed to seduce him, but it seemed like an increasingly alluring proposal. His inhibitions seemed looser than before. Maybe it’d not be as awkward as he’d imagined. Plus it’d be really funny. Wait, that didn’t even make any sense. Yet he kept laughing about it like a hyena, for almost half a minute longer, before managing to stop.

Phew. He decided to have a shower, still chuckling by the time the cool rain of the shower began to fall.

Over the next week or so, he was becoming increasingly hyena-like, to the point that he did notice it. Initially, when his feet suddenly snapped as he was waking. For a moment, Frankie was afraid he’s broken something, but it didn’t hurt. He ducked into the closest public restroom to pull the sneakers off, only to discover that his feet were different.

Like paws, almost, adorned with black claws. With a thin coat of red fur.

How long had they been like that?

Frankie put the sneakers back on, equal parts scared and unnaturally excited at how well they seemed to fit him, now, and rushed back home. By the time he arrived, the fur had spread further, along his muscular legs.

Maybe I’ll just leave them on a little longer, some intrusive voice in his head suggested.

Take them off before it gets worse, the voice of reason countered.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Something was very clearly wrong, but wrong in all the right ways. He felt strong, healthy, virile. The fur was comforting, and the tingling in his feet seductive. The part that wanted him to surrender to the changes won out, handily. It was with trembling limbs that he laid down on the couch and tried to relax, stripping off his clothes.

With that lapse in self-control, the transformation accelerated. Frankie’s breath hitched as the sneakers suddenly felt tighter yet, almost massaging his pleasantly thrumming feet. His back arched with pleasure as that feeling swept over him like a tidal wave, muscles rippling with power as they swelled and grew, fur bursting through his skin in an almost orgasmic sensation, rippling through his whole body.

Other than his feet, the pleasure seemed to centre on his cock. It looked so thick and tasty, bouncing around as Frankie squirmed, dripping clear strands of precum onto his increasingly fur-clad stomach. What was even happening? How could any of this happen?

There was no denying it though, he was becoming a furry. A hyena, if the spotty fur was anything to go by. And yet, not only a hyena. Other parts of his body grew rough and abrasive. Scales? It had to be scales.

With how long it had been, the curse had deteriorated. It still functioned mostly as originally intended, but soon, rather than a mane. Frankie was growing the hood of a snake, perhaps a cobra, along his spine, at the same time as his face began to jut out as a muzzle.

He caught himself rubbing his sneaker-clad paws against the sofa, and it felt even better than rubbing his cock would. The effect was much the same, the wonderful friction pushing him closer and closer to a massive orgasm. His hands trailed along his stomach, finding his abdomen firm and hard, up along his chest – tweaking a nipple on the way and letting out a groan of pleasure in response, and then cupped his nose. It felt wet against his palm, alien, if only for a few seconds before all the nerves had adapted and it was as if he’d always had a muzzle. Yet in that muzzle he found something even stranger; his tongue, smooth and slick, dripping with the same sexual musk as his cock was. Shaped, almost exactly, like a cock, and rapidly swelling the point he couldn’t contain it in his muzzle. But it felt amazing between his gasping, trembling lips.

It was a sensation between his legs that brought about his climax. A wet, stretching sensation that seemed to deepen into him, a sodden clenching of muscles he’d never realized he had, and even more plentiful wetness that soaked both his ass and the sofa beneath as a new, womanly sex opened up, already eager to be filled. No, not just eager. Desperate.

He couldn’t resist sinking a couple of rough, thick fingers into that gooey, quaking slit, and he came immediately, unfamiliar as he was with how good being filled like that felt. Those inner walls, still sore from the transformation, clamped down hard around his fingers, and with a loud, cackling cry of pleasure, Frankie’s cock erupted just as his new pussy milked at his fingers, wetness gushing over them. Some of the warm, spent cum landed on his muzzle and he licked it up with his elongated tongue without thinking twice.

Suddenly, he heard someone knocking at the door, and bounced up to answer it, his cock only barely having time to soften as he ran over on pure instinct, forgetting about his total nudity.

Gabe arrived. He took one look at the cum-covered hyena awaiting him as he opened the door, took several steps back out of the apartment, and looked at the door. Then, he looked at the hyena again. Had he really arrived at his home? Was he dreaming?

“It’s me, Gabe. Frankie!” the hyena rumbled.

Gabe fought a sudden spell of dizziness, leaning against the doorframe. So either Frankie was a furry now, or he was going insane. But all his senses told him it was real

He also appeared to have a cock for a tongue, thankfully limp at the moment.

While Frankie suddenly being a hyena was startling, it wasn’t as if furries were some kind of exotic or strange sight nowadays. Hybrids were a little more rare, but not that rare. Gabe was open-minded enough for that. The question was how on earth Frankie had turned into one. After a few moments of nervously pacing sat down on the sofa opposite of his friend. It might even be a professional advantage in the future. Except the cock-tongue, maybe. He’d have to make damn sure not to get horny while holding a speech or something

“So what are you going to do?” Gabe asked. He couldn’t deny that his friend had turned rather handsome, enormous muscles and all. And that scruffy tuft of a mane running down his back, over his snakelike hood. Not to mention the musky smell, each breath making the human’s mind swim, as if the sight wasn’t enough.

When Gabe referred to himself as bicurious, what he meant that he was attracted to men. But mainly, the furry ones. He’d hardly had any such friends to experiment with, though. Now, Frankie was one, but the circumstances made it a little too weird to act on. That, and he was still too nervous about how his friend – if the hyena was his friend – to even consider getting horny.

“Well, I was thinking of having you try the sneakers, too,” Frankie grinned. There was something predatory to that toothy grin.

“Oh? I mean, if you’re hoping they’ll transform me… is that what happened to you? That shouldn’t be possible, should it?” Gabe replied. Though he couldn’t help but imagine it happening. What would it feel like, having fur and claws and all? Especially if he ended up as muscular as Frankie had. It was a thrilling thought, but not one he knew if he actually wanted. And it wasn’t possible anyway. He didn’t want to say no, given Frankie’s new, imposing body_,_ but he struggled to say yes, as well.

Frankie dropped off the bed and knelt in front of his friend. Thanks to his transformed shape, that left him closer to eye level with Gabe than sitting on the sofa had.

“Well, since it’s not possible, then there’s no harm in trying them, right?” Frankie asked, with a cunning grin.

“I mean, I don’t know, I’m not sure it’ll really do anything for me,” Gabe replied, hesitating.

“Come on, come on, you have to try them on, at least,” Frankie huffed, grabbing one of his friend’s feet off and massaging it, drawing a throaty groan from Gabe. He’d never really thought about how good a footrub would feel, and it turned out it was rather pleasant, at least when performed by a muscular hyena who seemed to love doing it. Those fingers dug into his muscles, kneading and rubbing, instantly relaxing what felt like years of tension.

Frankie had his pair of hyena-sneakers on his lap, but he managed to take his time. After all, this was a rare opportunity to be close to Gabe’s feet, in a situation where he didn’t mind. He brushed his muzzle against them, feeling the warm, soft skin against his sensitive whiskers. The tickling sensation made Gabe twitch, but he couldn’t deny it felt good. A little lick wet his toes saliva, leaving them more sensitive to the hot breathy puffs of air. It was a little more intimate than what either of the two had in mind, but it felt surprisingly appropriate. At least for a furry.

The hyena’s fingers squeezed the ball of Gabe’s foot, wondering for a brief moment how they’d look if they actually became paws. But only for a few seconds, before he began to slip one of them on his friend.

Luckily, Gabe had managed to look it up. That cursed items existed wasn’t some new revelation, but what he’d learned was that almost no curse was powerful enough to inflict its damage more than once. Not unless renewed by whoever placed it. As such, he wasn’t too worried, and he couldn’t deny being curious about how they’d feel. Frankie had seemed to enjoy them, after all, even before he began to change. So he didn’t resist, allowing the excited hyena to put it on. And there was a delightful riskiness to it too. All he’d found out, and all logic he could muster, said that nothing would happen. But what if it did? How would being a furry feel?

Frankie laced the first sneaker, tightly. It felt warm and snug, interestingly enough, despite being made for far more paw-like feet. Kind of tingly, against his foot. No wonder Frankie liked it so much. I mean, curse or no, it does feel really good.

The curse had indeed only been woven to function once, but what neither Gabe nor anyone else knew was that it lingered, fuelled by Frankie’s emotional state. Nobody imagined the victim to enjoy the results, and as such, few were aware that it could change, revitalize, or even intensify a spent spell.

Frankie switched his attentions to Gabe’s other foot. He loved the way his friend’s toes curled and splayed as he kneaded those muscles. If he’d been just a little more eager to try being gay, the newly-minted hyena would’ve definitely used his tongue too. But that’d just have to remain a dream. He was happy – and horny – enough just rubbing them sensually.

He placed the second sneaker on and laced it in turn. “There,” he huffed. “Don’t they feel great? Like, you can just imagine yourself having those sexy paw-like feet, and, ghh-“

Frankie’s almost choked on his cocktongue as it swelled again. It’d definitely take some time to get used to that, but the scenario as just so hot. Imagining his friend turning into a furry too, maybe even a herm with that tingly, wet slit between his legs. He couldn’t help being aroused by it.

“I mean, t-they do feel pretty good,” Gabe huffed. He could feel his own cock stirring despite the weirdness of it all. He could practically imagine how the sneakers would transform him too, moulding his feet to actually fit them, and then the rest of his body, slowly morphing him into a furry. His erection grew and Frankie caught it, the hyena trying his hardest to not laugh at the bright red blush that spread across Gabe’s face.

The curse placed on the sneakers had been a stable and calculated one, carefully woven so it’d transform the wearer slowly. What now remained was wilder, more passionate, driven by pure desire. By the time Gabe’s mind made the connection between the sneakers and a tingling sensation that crept up his body, halfway between the feeling of a sleeping limb and electricity, it was too late.

He sprung up from the sofa, and then stumbled back on it, his feet suddenly failing to keep him upright. They felt weak, and yet, a numbing kind of pleasure shot up his legs with each step.

“T-take them off, Frankie,” the groaned. “Quickly.”

Instead, Frankie hopped up on the couch, straddling Gabe’s squirming body and aggressively, as only a hyena could, unbuttoning his shirt and pants. None of this had been planned, but his strengthened instincts didn’t need any plans. Everything came naturally. His weight kept Gabe from moving his legs too much, ensuring that the sneakers stayed on even as grey fur began to spread upwards from his changing feet. And the moment his stiff cock sprung out, with Frankie tugging his jeans down, it pressed against something warm and damp. Something that threatened to send his urges into overdrive, that practically begged for his cock to fill it. Gabe’s head swum. He’d thought he’d smelled something oddly feminine in Frankie’s new scent, but he’d never imagined what’d happened was even possible. How could it be?

“Let’s just be furries together. Please,” he growled, lustily. “I’ve always wanted you. Let it happen.”

His breath was hot against Gabe’s neck. Yes, Gabe had always liked Frankie too, but he’d just not felt the attraction. But how, his flexing cock seemed all too eager to sink into his long-time friend. Was it the fact that he was a furry, now, that made it easier? Or was it the fact that he seemed to be, at least below the belt, half female? It could’ve been the budding transformation clouding his mind, too, drowning his senses in a haze of lust.

Let’s be furries together. The idea seemed absurd. How were they going to explain it to anyone? Was he going to be a hermaphrodite too? There were too many questions, and not enough information to make any kind of rational choice. Then again, even if he did manage to stop it somehow, what then? He’d be stuck wondering about what could’ve been his whole life.

It was less of a conscious decision and more a chosen determination to just let whatever happened, happen. With a groan, he bucked his hips up on pure instinct, the glans of his cock catching in that wet heat. Perfectly in sync with Gabe’s desire, Frankie eagerly slammed his hips down, unhesitatingly giving his virginity to his best friend. He gasped for air, huffing at the sudden sensation of incredible fullness inside that strange, hungry part of him. And it felt so wonderfully right. The way his muscles clenched around the firm length of cock. The way it bucked against them. Every straining sensation, every shiver was pleasure. He could even feel the beat of Gabe’s heart inside him.

Frankie began to ride, throwing any semblance of resisting his urges to the wind. The animal urges were too strong for him to do anything but surrender to them.

Each motion seemed to accelerate the changes that continued to spread over Gabe’s body. His cock grew hotter and slicker inside Frankie’s clutching body, and all he could do was watch as the hyena rode him. Each time he caught a glimpse of his cock it was redder, more sensitive. His muscles seemed to get stuck clenching and bulging each time his own hips bucked to meet Frankie’s lusty motions, swelling with strength before relaxing.

Gabe almost panicked when he felt fur creep up along his neck, only be soothed by Frankie’s lapping tongue and very deliberate rhythmic clenches. He could feel the strangest sensation in his face, like a stretching, a widening, and a sudden influx of a bouquet of new, lusty scents. An eye-watering pressure in his sinuses a muzzle began to form.

A badger. He was becoming a badger. Frankie had always liked badgers, and it had to be his fantasies influencing the unstable curse.

Suddenly, with a loud moan, Frankie felt Gabe’s cock flex inside his feminine sex, followed by a gush of wet heat that seemed to tickle his very core. So quickly? It felt amazing to be filled like that, knowing that his best friend was cumming inside him, but he was nowhere near satisfied. No, his new sex drive was ravenous. He needed more. And with how nicely he’d let Gabe fuck him full of his cum, it was only fair that he return the favour.

The moment that throbbing stopped – he felt a trickle of spilled seed drool out from his soaked, well-bred snatch, along the soft fur of his inner thigh – he pulled off, strong arms grasping at the half-badger to flip him over.

Oh, Frankie could see a labia forming on his friend, too. But not ready to be used, not yet. He rubbed his heavy cock along the mound, delighting in the dissolute growl-groan of pleasure that Gabe gave in response. But he needed relief now. He positioned his pre-wettened tip under Gabe’s small tuft of a tail, right against his pucker and sunk his cock into it. It was both domination and passion, equal parts a rough feral mating and truly showing his friend how much he loved him.

Gabe was lost in a sea of pleasure. He could barely tell where one act ended and another began. Just a moment ago, he’d been buried balls-deep in that heavenly tightness between Frankie’s legs, and now, he was bent over, his ass sticking up, and being filled by something even more wonderful, something that bumped against his prostate and made him see stars. He was hard again, panting feverishly, thrusting back against that hard cock spreading him wide, wanting – no, needing – more of it. Like an animal. No wonder the furries couldn’t resist their urges, if they were this strong. He was barely even aware of the world around him, only the hot, clenching, ecstatic sensation of his ass being rutted for the very first time.

Frankie took his time. As much of it as he could, at least, in his over-stimulated state of lust. He kept pumping his cock into Gabe, feeling his puckered ass cling to his shaft with each thrust, until the waves of transformation had ended. It felt almost like a dream, like an impossible intense fantasy. His muscles surged with wonderful, electrifying energy with each hard buck of his hips. He could smell the wetness and feminine lust, equally so from the both of them, mingling with the muskiness of raw, masculine sex. Nothing existed except that rhythmic rutting and the eager reciprocation of Gabe’s clenches.

It was over too soon. His snake-like hood flared with excitement, and Frankie thrust in, hilted himself, hard, sinking his teeth into Gabe’s scruffy shoulder as that pressure grew too strong to fight any longer, and erupted inside him. The sound of blood rushing through him was almost deafening, the frantic beat of his heart like a drum, and the pleasure overwhelming. His shaft flexed deep inside Gabe’s body once, twice, thrice, each time accompanied by a thick spurt of warm cum deposited inside him. The triumphant joy of a successful mating spilled from his lips instinctively, sounding just like the furries he’d occasionally spotted mating while studying, and he finally understood why they were always so eager for it.

Nothing but pleasure. Sticky, warm, trembling pleasure, for the longest time. And then he collapsed on top of his new badger friend, panting so heavily he was struggling to stay conscious, fighting to keep get enough air into his lungs.

“Sorry about that,” was the first thing Frankie managed to force out of his mouth. He did mean it. He distinctly felt like he’d gotten a little carried away. But his voice sounded drunk with pleasure, mostly because he was.

“Yeah,” Gabe replied. He, in turn, felt bloated with how much cum Frankie had pumped into him. It felt rather erotic, that much was for sure. But he couldn’t help but wonder how they’d return to anything resembling normal.

Yet as they discovered, when they’d finally gotten cleaned up and gone outside – Gabe was still wearing the sneakers, though their power was well and truly spent now, remaining just a pair of comfortable shoes – the world itself had changed. Or rather, their role in it had.

Nobody as much as batted an eye at the hyena and badger. As far as their university knew, they’d always been a hyena and a badger, just two furries among dozens who attended the university. Their friends reacted much the same. It was as if nothing had changed at all, except in their own minds.

Over time, it became rather hard to truly believe they’d started off as humans. There was no trace of it at all, yet both remembered it clearly, and both, with their backgrounds in science, took it upon themselves as a hobby to figure out how it’d happened, what it’d take to make that pair of sneakers repeat the process. How it’d feel to witness it happening to someone else and suddenly believing that it’d never happened at all.

If nothing else, those studies and experiments were a good excuse to get to play with a variety of feet, and to take frequent breaks to relieve the arousal.