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There were two kinds of people when it came to sweatshirts; those who would throw one on for winter, and those that would live in them year round despite the temperature. The gulf between both groups had widened a bit as summer had remained an unwelcome guest well into what should have been fall, baking the campus of the community college with a relentless heatwave. As the hot wind baked the crispy leaves of the campus into shades of wine and rust, Jabari sat at the base of the wide stairs along the glass wall, his dark eyes pouring through one of his textbooks, shrouded in his well worn red and black tie-dye sweatshirt as always.

While there were many places on campus that one could comfortably read, Jabari had chosen this particular spot as a bit of an experiment. While it would have been bad form to sit directly in people's paths, the edge of the steps that ran along the window were arguably decorative. The stone stretched out further and graduated in steeper cliffs, creating a more striking contrast to the bright afternoon light coming from outside. Some of the 'shelves' had potted plants, but Jabari had found it quite comfortable to lean his back against the rise to the next level up, his legs curled beneath him.

Jabari was one of those students that could be spotted from across campus. While his shaggy black hair was common enough among his peers, his richer brown skin, dark rings under his eyes and his trademark sweatshirt made him almost a bit of an icon. In High School they had joked that he was the kind of loner that would do something weird like a school shooting, but Jabari had always been fascinated by people. He just hadn't been able to get along with many of them.

One contributing factor to Jabri's difficulty with maintaining friends had been the basis of his current experiment. While his driftwood brown eyes scanned his book, skimming really, he was focused mostly on listening to the students traversing the stairs. Without fail, as students began to descend from the second floor or ascend from the ground level, there were murmurs of disappointment as their cellphones lost connectivity. Every brand, every model, they all died in the middle of whatever call, text, stream or podcast they were in the middle of. It was a modern nuisance that impacted how reliant young people had gotten on phones, but Jabari had come to realize it was more.

Closing his book, the eighteen year old rose to his feet. Waiting for a gap in the rising and falling tides of students, Jabari stepped into the current and moved the last few steps to the ground floor. As the students dispersed to their various directions, Jabari once again wandered out of the path most traveled. Moving over to a derelict and disused pay phone, he turned around to lean against the wall, sliding the book back into his pocket as he watched the stairs. Sure enough, the students going up and down the stairs were invested fully in their electronics. Some took photos, others texted as they walked, others bobbed their heads to music pumped in from across the world. Jabari grimaced a little. He'd always known he wasn't the best with technology, but it seemed that he was becoming more and more of a walking dead zone.

“They're like ants." A cool, grounded voice commented. Most people would have been startled, but Jabari had seen the long shadow sliding across the inlay stone floor. He turned and looked up into the face of one of the few people that had seemed to enjoy his unusual brand of eccentricity. Inoel was nineteen, his long brown hair stretching down to his ribs. Like Jabari, his beanie hat seemed out of season but it kept his hair out of his face and away from the glasses resting on his fair nose. Inoel's brown t-shirt had harvest gold sleeves and a collar, feeling like something that had come out of another time.

“I know you're tall but you're not that tall." Jabari commented flatly before a smile crossed his lips, a faint twinkle in his eyes. Inoel chuckled a little.

“I mean that they're following their electronic pheromone trails, continuing on blindly in their circuits and paths. They're drones." Inoel said.

“How much did you see?" Jabari asked curiously. Inoel shrugged.

“Enough to see you put out a bit of salt instead of sugar." Inoel said, “Ready?" he asked. Jabari nodded, grabbing his one strap backpack by his feet, returning his book inside before he slung it over his shoulder.

“As ready as I'm ever going to be." Jabari said. Inoel let Jabari take the first step and fell beside him, walking across the foyer and out of the building. They were both hit by a wave of heat as they emerged, clearly not having waited long enough for the temperature to drop. The wind was hot in their faces and the sunlight glinted painfully off of the windshields and mirrors of the cars in the parking lot.

While the campus had worked hard to cultivate the canopy of deciduous trees that were now changing colors, the majority of Monument was arid. Jabari had never felt 'at home' like some joked he might have been, although he hesitated as a sleek green Ferrari spun around the turn around, forcing the two to come to a stop rather than being hit. Several doors to the car opened, allowing several voluptuous women to slip out of the passenger side. They giggled and smirked, glancing back at the car as they nearly tripped over Jabari and Inoel, heading toward the foyer.

On the other side of the car, the driver slunk out, rising to his full height. The late afternoon light glinted off the product in his slicked back hair, the sides meticulously shaved to a fade before a well groomed full beard descended down from a lantern jaw. Polarized, mirrored aviators obscured the eyes of the driver, though a knowing smirk turned toward Jabari and Inoel.

“Boys, heading out for a night on the town?" He asked smugly. Jabariu tried to restrain his glare but Inoel smiled a tired sort of smile.

“Looks like you got an early start, Sallah… Is it more efficient when you can date them simultaneously?" Inoel asked. The driver grinned broadly.

“In more ways than one… If you ever want lessons on that, I'd be happy to tell you what I know." Sallah said, moving his gaze to Jabari, “After all, us brothers gotta stick together, right?" he asked. Jabari wasn't sure if he was more bored, annoyed or sick at the comparison. Aside from a vague ancestry shared between so many generations removed that he couldn't trace it back, Jabari and Sallah couldn't have been more different. Sallah was a jock focused on sex, exuding arabic charm and money. Jabari was a poor nerd that was more likely to grow a unibrow than a mustache.

“I think I've got enough studying to do, but if anything opens up I'll let you know." Jabari said, moving to step around the car.

“Ah, but my friend, you gotta be doing more than just putting your head in those books. There are many more… beautiful places for it to go." Sallah said. Jabari looked up, a little mischief on his lips.

“Are you offering to take me on a date, Sallah?" Jabari asked. The bearded Junior suddenly blanched.

“What? No, I'm not gay! Did you see those beautiful babes I just laid?" Sallah asked. Jabari made a non-committal murmur as he kept walking. Sallah nearly sputtered, looking after him, “I'm not gay!" he called out. Inoel smiled placidly as he walked past the Ferrari, catching up to Jabari as they walked down the long, wide, white cement sidewalk. Sallah opened his mouth to protest again before realizing he was making more of a scene trying to deny it than the comment warranted. He closed his lips, ran his hand over his slicked back hair and got back into his car. The engine growled before the green car slipped forward, navigating the curving road that meandered across campus.

****

By the time that Jabari and Inoel reached the edge of campus, the setting sun finally dipped beneath the sharp, fang-like peaks on the horizon. The rising heat turned the unpleasant afternoon heat into an acceptable evening warmth. There were few tall buildings in Monument and the small house that Inoel and he rented was certainly not tall. If anything, Inoel could reach the gutters if he stood on his tiptoes. Still, it wasn't exactly like community colleges offered dorms.

Jabari unlocked the front door and stepped inside, moving over to turn on the window air conditioner. It chirped as it turned on, starting to process the air inside. Inoel wandered in behind Jabari, yawning a bit with a wide mouthed expression before he shrugged off his shirt, revealing his lanky, fit body. His left arm was covered in tattoos, ranging from geometric patterns to a collection of ancient symbols of the various ancient elements.

“You really got Sallah." Inoel smiled before he flopped down onto the couch, wincing a little as his butt tugged on his long hair and he had to adjust his posture.

“I think I'm growing out of him intimidating me. He hasn't really changed much since elementary school. He's always splashed his cash, his family, his strength. It gets old." Jabari said, moving to check the fridge. He grabbed two cans of grape flavored soda and brought one over to Inoel. Inoel gratefully accepted it, popping the top before tipping it back. Jabari held his, letting the cold metal absorb some of the heat from his fingertips.

“That's the way to do it, man. Live the zen life." Inoel said.

“I mean, I can try." he smirked, “The world's still pretty fucked up." Jabari said, sitting down next to his half naked roommate. Inoel turned his head, gazing out of those big glasses.

“Yeah, but that's because everyone keeps trying to take a single approach to fix it. You can't just be all order or anarchy. You gotta sprinkle some mischief into your justice, like you did with Sallah. It's all about balancing the scales." Inoel grinned. Jabari's dark eyebrow arched at that.

“When did you get so philosophical?" Jabari asked. Again, Inoel shrugged.

“Philosophy 301 I think… Professor Moon is something else." Inoel said. Jabari smirked, sipping from his soda as he gazed out at the orange light and brown shadows dancing across the old wallpaper on the rented house. Was it really that easy? A little chaos, a little justice, and things would turn out? Jabari wished it was that easy… but what if it was? He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the back of the couch as he let go of the day.

****

The white noise of both a window air conditioner and a box fan whirled around Jabari's bedroom like a gritless sandstorm, trying to keep the young man cool. Jabari still laid on the top of his covers, his dark nipples hardened into points beneath the breeze. His long, dark, shaggy hair framed his face, his scalp kissed by a sweat he couldn't shake. As much as Jabari identified with scene kids and the elder goths of the community, the truth was that the dark circles under his eyes came from insomnia as much as they did a stylistic choice. He laid there, trying to will himself to sleep while his mind continued to recycle the day's events. Every choice was assessed, analyzed, considered and judged.

Jabari's face tightened in grimaces and dismay before he let out an exasperated sigh and sat back up, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. He hung his head in defeat. He wanted to sleep, he really did, but at the same time he couldn't keep on like this. Maybe he could put his alertness to good use. There were finals coming up, as well as special projects. The school was only a few blocks away and most of the campus was twenty four hours. That, and it was also air conditioned… Jabariu took a breath and got up, moving to grab his sweatshirt, his hand stopping half way. If the goal was to be cool, maybe he'd have to find something else instead.

His closet doors rumbled as they slid open on ball bearings, revealing the clothing inside. Jabari flicked through several shirts before he pulled out a simple black shirt and red shorts, pulling them on..Lifting his foot, he slipped it into a sandal and then duplicated the act with the other foot. Bending over, he strapped the sandal in around his heels, the velcro locking into place. Turning the door knob slowly, Jabari soon eased away the hardest part of sneaking out. He tiptoed across the carpeted floor, eyes darting toward Inoel's room. Inoel would try to make him tea or convince him to meditate. He surely wouldn't want Jabari going out this late, but he couldn't help it. Something had to change and Jabari felt like his answer was out there.

Easing out into the night, Jabari locked the door behind him, securing the key deep in the pocket of his shorts. As Jabari headed out into the night, he looked up, marveling a bit. The moon always looked so big in Monument, thanks partially to an optical illusion as it rested near the craggy peaks on the horizon. The stars sparkled brightly too. There weren't enough lights at night to contribute much to light pollution.

Every step felt like a weight was being lifted off of Jabari's shoulders. As he walked beneath the crispy leaves at the edge of campus, he practically felt ready to nap. It was shocking how much more pleasant it was without the sun baking down, as well as without the other students to bug him. Jabari swiped his card through the front door of the main building. The lock barely hesitated, the red LED turning off as the green one turned on and the mechanical lock released. Jabari smiled, pulling the door open and stepping inside.

While the stone steps in front of the grand window wall were beautiful during the day, there were recessed lights that Jabari had been unaware of. Not only did they light up each landing, but they cast a glow into the negative space beneath the steps. It was rather remarkable, but not why Jabari was here… or at least he didn't think so. He crossed the main hall, moving out the back door. The meandering red brick curved past rock sculptures and native plants designed to promote sustainability. In the distance was the triangular library that sat at the center of campus.

Somewhere in the distance there were crickets chirping steadily in the moonlight. Jabari let out a happy, contented sigh. How could it feel that peaceful? He slowed a little, lingering on the pathway long enough to take it all in before he walked the rest of the way. With one more card swipe, he opened the threshold to the library. And stepped inside. A pair of eyes looked up briefly at him before returning to the screen before them. Jabari could hardly expect a twenty four hour library to be unattended, though he doubted more than one or two staff members were there.

Nodding his head to the librarian as he passed, Jabari continued on. There was a dull, low level of lighting that filled the space, though if he wandered too close to any specific aisle the lights above it would gradually build up to full brightness. The motion sensors had been tempered from the jarring on/off that plagued so many libraries. Instead, it felt like a gentle tone rippling across the keys of a vast keyboard. Jabari passed by periodicals, current events, a textbook archive, heading toward the stairs at the rear of the structure. Unlike the stone outside, the steps leading down to the lower floor of the library were a bluish-green stone. Jabari's sandals clicked and clacked as he moved down, curving around and stepping into what felt like the underworld.

While the first and second floors were dedicated to a vast collection of books, the basement housed more tangible items. As Jabari moved deeper, he walked between rows of sculptures that stood open interspersed with glass cases embedded in the walls. Some held rocks and stones, examples of the elements. Others held wood carvings or ceramic creations. Jabari had nearly made it back across the footprint of the library as he approached some burnished golden busts of various historical figures.

Given the choice of various projects for his history class, Jabari had gravitated towards his family's homeland. It felt a little convenient, borderline lazy, especially since Jabari had always held that the rest of the world knew nothing about Egypt other than ancient myths and legends. That being said… there was something enigmatic about those legends. Jabari had tried to convince himself that he would have to embrace his heritage and find the archetypes rather than the stereotypes. While there were many great artifacts in the library, it was the 'Scroll of Thoth' that had drawn Jabari tonight.

Resting in a glass case mounted on the wall, the scroll was not made of paper but green stone instead. It was meticulously carved, and even though a v shaped crack had bisected the tablet, it had been placed back together and mounted in place as a unified whole. Jabari looked up at it, almost translucent in the pale night lights. Pulling out a small notebook from his pocket, Jabari set it on the small table before the display. He started to write down thoughts and words, trying to guide them into coherent thought.

Thoth had been a keeper of knowledge, a wise god that passed on knowledge… most of the time. The Book of Thoth was said to convey the deepest knowledge to mankind if they read it, but if Thoth found out there would be a price to pay. And yet, despite that careful balance, some historians thought that Thoth accounted for thousands and thousands of books. If he was trying to keep knowledge secret, he had done a terrible job about it. Jabari couldn't help but smile to himself as he wrote out what he hoped was a well structured argument, glancing back up.

As Jabari looked back at the tablet, his smile wilted a little. The hieroglyphics in the stone were… melting? For a moment Jabari's heart caught in his chest, but the stone that was reshaping wasn't running down the surface of the green tablet. No, it was simply forming into new shapes. Feathers and eyes became dots and crosses. Jagged watery waves became slightly curved letters. Words formed, reshaping themselves into different orientations and directions. Jabari couldn't move, though he knew he should have been running to get the librarian. Still, he couldn't tear his eyes off of the stone.

“Beneath the virgin light of a new moon, the ancient age awakens anew… Lore becomes law, legend becomes truth, the children of the gods walk among us again…" Jabari said, his voice coming steadier and more confident than he felt. As he read, the letters became translucent, letting light shimmer and pass through the stone. As Jabari read, he caught up to the portions that had changed. The words that trickled out of his mouth emerged not in English but instead in Egyptian. The black of Jabari's eyes began to spill out across the driftwood brown irises and the white sclera until his eyes were solid black. The words could not be stopped. They commanded Jabari until he knew nothing but darkness and light.

****

A gasp filled Jabari's lungs as he sat bolt upright, his shoulders and back aching from the cold stone he'd been resting on. His hair stuck to his dust smeared face. He looked down, realizing he was only wearing his shorts and nothing else. The pale violet light of early dawn had swaddled his cinnamon toned skin. Monument was too arid for dew so the air only smelled like cool dust and sagebrush. Jabari reached to push off the ground and get back to his feet, but as he pressed his hand to the stone he saw that his fingers ended not in fingernails but in short, black claws.

Jabari sat there in disbelief for several heartbeats. He lifted his hand and turned it over to examine. As he turned his hand back again, he saw a fine, soft coating of light brown fuzz sprouting out. It had started at his knuckles but it quickly covered the back of his hand. Sweeping around his fingers and even most of his palm, it seemed almost like some sort of natural glove. Jabari winced and sprung up to his feet without assistance, looking down. Lighter sand colored fuzz was spreading across his chest, growing in soft and thick. The naturally invisible hairs on his arms and legs were darkening to brown, almost black.

“This can't be happening, this can't…" He murmured, feeling his nose twitch a little as he started smelling more of the desert around him. He could smell something savory and briny, a snake… And something fast and soft, a rabbit… The idea of either made his stomach start to growl. His nose darkened steadily even as the cream colored fur swept past his nipples, covering his modest pectoral muscles. He suddenly doubled forward, groaning. As he hunched forward, bones along his spine began to bulge and shift. His shoulder muscles began to ripple and swell as he wrapped his arms around his stomach as if trying to protect himself.

The fur swept around his ribs and shoulders easily, spilling down his mutating back. Even as vertebrae expanded slightly, their sharp edges were muted by the dusty brown fur that ran both directions. It climbed up his neck and disappeared into his shaggy hair, followed almost instantly after by a dull ache in his ears. Jabari was forced to abandon the hugging of his own stomach as his ears began to pop and snap, cartilage reshaping. The intricate folds began to melt away but the outer edges became firmer. Jabari's ears began to stretch into points, looking exotic on the sides of his head as his nose continued to darken and grow moist.

Jabari was forced to pant at the exertion, feeling his muscles cramp and his bones grow in realtime. The hot breath moving in and out siphoned over teeth that sharpened, Molars became decidedly less focused on an herbivorous diet. Jabari threw his head back, thinking he would howl. What emerged instead were several percussive barks followed by the long, loud howl he had been expecting. Each bark had puffed out his chest and fur both, making it grow in faster. The howl, though, that had resonated through his entire body.

As Jabari called out to the dawn, his skull felt like it was hot taffy being stretched. His jawbone pushed forward, making more room for the larger, sharper teeth that had been growing in. His upper nose stretched forward, the nostrils straining to either side before they tilted upright and faced forward. The fur that had crept up his throat surrounded his eyes, crossing his forehead and disappearing into his hairline.

The young man held his arms out to his side, his fingers popping and snapping and crunching as they extended a little, his claws growing in sharp and strong. His chest rose and fell in the dawning light, wisps of fur covering it. His clothing was stretched and torn, his shirt riding up to reveal a furry belly. Pointed ears twitched, sharp teeth glistened and a fire began to build in Jabari's eyes. The driftwood brown burned away into a gleaming orange light like the molten disk of a setting sun.

As Jabari embraced the changes, his face continued to stretch and reshape. He could see his nose moving into his line of vision as it expanded. His canine nose sniffed and whiskers pricked their way out of his cheeks. His pointed ears quirked, his nipples throbbed and his feet ached. The doubt and uncertainty of his humanity disappeared. In its place was an energy both wild and vital. Jabari reached up and grabbed at his shirt, tugging at it until the fabric tore like paper, the scraps splitting away from his furry abdomen. He ran clawed fingers from his sternum to his waist. As if anticipating what was coming next, there was a stirring in his shorts.

A claw made short work of the button maintaining his decency. He pulled the fly open, pushed the underwear out of the way and let his fingers find his manhood. Without being fully hard, he'd already grown at least to the size of his all time record. As he began to stroke himself off, more and more blood flowed into the area. His dick responded by surging longer and thicker, bloating wider, but it was far from the only change. The mutation was pushing forward and as the fur swept across his lap, it seemed almost too eager. New folds of flesh and fur began to advance outward, creeping up against the base of Jabari's cock.

Even as the underside of his fist bumped the growing folds over and over, they swelled and stretched, enveloping his length. Jabari's new muzzled face growled a little, then gasped as the new flesh quickly enveloped his cock entirely, closing over the tip. Looking down at his spotted furry sheath, Jabari was confused. His orange eyes suddenly widened, however, when he felt his dick inside starting to reshape with the same visceral mutation his body had. He bore his teeth, he growled and snarled, he even drooled a little.

When the sheath finally began to extract and pull back, he was able to watch the mushroom shaped head of his human cock suddenly contort to the pointed, angled, almost pepper shaped head of a canine cock. His shaft had changed as well, narrower at the base of the head before widening and flaring, culminating in two ovoid bulges near the base. His sheathe settled against his lap, bunched up and tight after having claimed his manhood.

Fur bristled across Jabari's shoulders, his spine, and then his balls. As the fur covered his sheath, they relaxed and dilated, hanging lower. The decrease in pressure made more room for his balls to swell and grow, growing easily past the size of kiwis. His hand moved quickly, jerking up and down even as the sunrise climbed higher. Before long people would leave their homes to get started for the day. Some might already be out there. Here he was, embracing his masculinity and it felt so good. Once again Jabari tilted his head back, let out several barks and then one more howl as his canine cock began to usher forth a messy, sticky, sputtering rush of yellowed jackal cum across the dusty rocks.

****

Of all the sublime forms of mankind, few captured the raw elegance with the sublime contentment of a young man in his prime. Inoel was sprawled out on a queen size bed that took up nearly all of his modest room in the apartment. His long hair was draped over supple pale shoulders. The cheap plastic blinds covering his window were glowing a rich amber yellow, the light diffusing to kiss the supple curves of Inoel's bare bubble butt cheeks. He was tall, fit, and utterly naked… and Jabari was here for it.

“Inoel…" He whispered, his jackal muzzle oddly capable of forming human speech. Inoel did not move. Jabari suppressed a slight growl, reaching up to brush the waves of his wavy dark hair back behind his pointed canine ear. “Inoel!" Jabari said more urgently. Inoel grunted, pushing himself up with two arms, looking around bleary eyed without his glasses.

“What is it? Am I late? I don't feel late…" Inoel said.

“You're not late. Something happened…" Jabar said. Inoel rolled over to face his roommate, pulling the corner of a blanket over his lap for modesty. He blinked a few times, squinting at Jabari.

“Did you get a sweater?" he asked, unable to make out his roommate clearly. Jabari pointed a clawed finger to the nightstand. Able to see larger objects, Inoel followed the gesture and grabbed his glasses, pulling them on. When he looked back, he saw his roommate in all of his mythical glory. “Oh wow…" Inoel whispered, hesitating, “You don't look quite like a werewolf." he mused. Jabari's furry brow rose.

“How many werewolves do you know?" he asked, “I think I'm a jackal. A black striped jackal I think." Jabari explained. Inoel still stared.

“That's good for you, and-" Inoel hesitated, his eyes finally reaching Jabari's waist and the very eager, very ambitious pointed red dick wobbling out before him. It was such a rich color, such a firm texture, it looked like the highest grade toy Inoel had ever seen. “I thought I was the only nudist around here." he commented.

“Inoel, this is serious. I… I" Jabari hesitated. He what? What was the completion of that sentence? “I can't be the only one like me. I need a pack, a partner. I want you." Jabari said. Inoel's eyebrows both rose up in surprise.

“Is this some natural instinct thing?" Inoel asked, brushing his hair back over his bare shoulder. Jabari's face scrunched up a bit.

“I mean… the urgency is probably because I became whatever I am, but… I've always felt this way. It's one of the reasons I was really psyched for us to get our own place." Jabari admitted.

“You little perv." Inoel smirked, tilting his head one side to the other, “Although maybe I should say big perv. You look amazing. How does it feel?" Inoel asked. Jabari shrugged a little.

“It feels amazing, I can't lie." he said. Inoel nodded.

“Well, then I better figure out how it feels in me…" Inoel said, rolling back over. He reached to his night stand, pulled a drawer open and grabbed a bottle of lube. Using a surprisingly easy flexibility, he angled it over his hind quarters and squirted some out across his cheeks. Setting the bottle down, his hand moved to massage it toward his hole as much as he could. Jabari was very turned on seeing how ready and eager Inoel was to be fucked by him… Unafraid by his change, unafraid of catching whatever it was. The jackal bore his teeth and swept forward.

Inoel moaned gently as Jabari came up behind him, then much louder as he felt the strange, pointed, thick dick starting to slide up and down between his cheeks. He shivered as clawed hands began to caress and rub against his hips. Inoel had done it doggy style many times before, but he'd never been quite this close to the wild side. Even in the heat of lust, a grin crossed Inoel's lips. His mind had connected one thought to the next and the next in a chain, connecting his current situation to one of his past times. Five card stud, jackals wild… His pun went unspoken as he felt the head of that unusual shaft push easily into his well lubricated ass.

“Jabari!" Inoel called out, his fingers curling in the twisted tangles of sheets beneath him. Jabari was encouraged and began to move his hips forward, driving inch after inch of his plump rubbery meat into Inoel's ass. His clawed fingers got a firmer grip as he started to pull back and push in faster and harder. Inoel closed his eyes, rolling his head, his curtain of long brown hair spilling across his shoulders. He shuddered with pleasure at the unique mix of Jabari's relative inexperience combined with the unique energy coursing through him. It was a refreshing change of pace.

Little by little, the sun crept up higher outside. The light filtering through Inoel's blinds grew brighter, taking on more golden hues. The silhouette of their shadows were growing up on the creamy white wall beside the bed, showing Inoel's form on all fours and Jabari's jackal head on a humanoid body mounting him from behind. It was a sublimely erotic outline, one that Jabari couldn't help but appreciate… although out of the corner of his eye, it seemed almost as if his shadow was moving a little independently of him. It seemed more eager, more ragged, more sloppy. It glanced over at them when it thought Jabari wasn't looking. Jabari had no idea what that meant, but he couldn't stop for now.

Driving deeper, he panted harder and harder into Inoel, feeling his roommate push back, bringing those perfect ass cheeks slamming into his lap, that huge cock disappearing so deep into his abdomen. Jabari moaned louder, his claws nearly digging in enough to break the skin of his partner. Inoel threw his head back, letting out exaltant moan after moan. His shadow, however, seemed to have another idea. It lunged forward, curving over the shadow of Inoel's back, spooning him, mounting him, and then ultimately biting the neck of Inoel's shadow.

Goosebumps suddenly spread across Inoel's body, particularly his arms and legs and the back of his neck. He shivered suddenly, feeling hot and cold and wonderful at the same time. Jabari's fucking him was still good, but there was a strange new current moving through his body. His bones felt warm, almost like molten light. His skin felt cold and oddly hot at the same time. His face tingled, his cheeks feeling a little numb. It wasn't quite like any sensation he'd ever felt before.

Every thrust Jabari gave him took on a new edge. It wasn't just carnal mating, it was something more. It was as if a great power was being pushed into him, thrust by thrust, pounded and ground. Inoel shivered, nearly shuddering, his lower jaw shaking. The goosebumps along his arms and legs and back grew more defined, tingling turning to faint stinging. He inhaled, then gasped, then drew in breath until he couldn't hold anymore. As his lungs reached their maximum capacity, the stinging turned into a hundred thousand beads of relief. The prickled skin released tiny, waxy protrusions that looked almost like porcupine quills as they pushed out longer and longer, but he was not destined to become a porcupine.

Jabari moved far more carefully now, watching his lover's skin undergo such a strange transformation. His fur had come in easily, in sweeping waves, but this? He held onto Inoel, unable to stop fucking him, but as he moved, he felt the quivering of the new textures beneath his fingers. Lifting one hand, he saw that his grip had broken the waxy covering and revealed the pinfeathers beneath. As they unfurled, the change seemed to sweep outward, revealing feathers in several shades of earthy brown and tan.

Inoel let out his captured breath in a low, slow, deliberate exhale. As he continued to shiver, the pinfeathers broke free across his body. The feathers along his arms and legs were short, demure, almost furlike. The feathers spreading across his shoulders and back were longer and more elegant. He felt his new plumage sweeping across his chest, his stomach, though it tapered off toward his wrists and ankles. His soft, supple, pale skin grew tougher there. The same earthy browns formed in splotches before spreading out, the epidermal layers taking on an almost leathery texture. His nervously chewed fingernails hardened and firmed, darkening from ivory to brown to black, growing out and curving downward in short, sharp talons.

Every moment that passed brought more changes to their coupling. The shadow on the wall of Inoel's body was fuzzier, the edges diffused by his new feathers. Calf muscles thickened while the flesh around his ankles diminished. The hands digging into the sheets were more dangerous and wild, but none of that prepared Inoel for what happened next. The first changes to his eyes nearly made him fall over. The room went from normal clarity to an insanely zoomed in perfection. The brown of his eyes seemed like tarnish being washed away to reveal the bright yellow beneath. His glasses became redundant as every rod and cone in his eyes reshaped and refocused.

Closing his newly golden eyes, Inoel shook his head until his glasses fell off. He continued to pant and moan, though his lips felt… numb, firm, and strange. Hot breath blasted in and out of his mouth even as his cheeks and forehead prickled with pinfeathers of their own. His jaw began pushing forward and his upper lip followed suit. As his mouth extended, it stretched his lips, his cheeks and his nose. It was as if some invisible hand had grabbed him by his mouth and pulled, stretching his face outward. The definition and distinction of his nose and upper lip became meaningless, the skin taking on a tougher texture, firming and hardening and calcifying as they became something else entirely.

Inoel's tongue seemed to slip around an increasingly smooth mouth. His teeth had softened and lost their grooves and textures, sinking into his gums like a chain of sinking islands. All of that calcium and dentin was repurposed, reabsorbed. His youthful, boyish face continued to contort and shift and change. As it pushed forward, it pushed not into a muzzle but rather a beak. His nostrils became tiny ducts to conduct air pressure during a dive and prevent his head from exploding. His golden eyes blinked, his ears felt like hot pudding as the flesh and cartilage was absorbed into a skull that was oddly light.

Jabari's grunts and growls still registered inside of Inoel's skull, taking a few moments of disorientation before registering. Depending on where the sounds hit, he could still hear and sense and track them back to their origin. It was amazing… and so was the weight of his long, brown hair. Lighter speckles had formed in the long strands, ranging from straw blond to old growth brown. It was still hair, though, framing his new bird head like an ancient headdress. His beak clicked and shook a little as he got used to it, running his tongue along the edges.

Glancing down, Inoel was quite delighted by the perfection of his physique. Defined feather covered pectorals, washboard abs covered in downy fuzz, and a long, thick, brown cock dribbling silver precum like melted pearls. His hands were tipped with talons, still recognizably humanoid, but no longer human. His feet were far more bird like, the taloned digits curved back into a pair of fearsome foot-fists. He was so handsome, so amazing, so ancient and so young. He threw his head back and let out a caw worthy of a powerful falcon before he came suddenly and powerfully.

As the pearly jets of his potent seed splattered across his sheets and soaked his bed, some long feathers stood up above his ass cheeks in a fan-shaped wedge of plumage. It twitched and quivered before new muscles, possibly developed for maneuvering eggs along his cloaca, began to massage and milk Jabari. The Jackal barked several times in surprise before his pointed ears flattened against his head. He thrust in deep, feeling a strange pressure as he all but popped his way into his partner's innermost depths. Feeling that he'd reached the spot, his barks turned into a howl as he came his virile yellowed canine cum into Inoel's ass.

Seconds and eternities seemed to pass before Inoel collapsed into a sloppy heap, panting hard, seemingly unable to sweat into his feathers. Jabari slowly curled up on his back, his dick stuck inside that ass by a swollen knot of flesh that seemed to have a mind of its own. Jabari had used feather pillows before, but nothing had been as comfortable as the crook between Inoel's shoulder blades. He'd nearly let himself fall asleep before his orange eyes slowly opened, looking up at the wall… where their shadows were still fucking, apparently unaware of the climax their hosts had reached.

Jabari let out a soft murmur, remembering something he'd once read about the Ka, the Ba and the Sheut. The Sheut was a person's shadow, a piece of them but also a servant of Anubis… who happened to be a Jackal like Jabari. Jabari licked his lips a little, looking at the shadows clearly having a good time. He held up a hand, forcing his shadow to take it off of Inoel's form. The jackal headed shadow turned to look at its master, its pointed ears twitching in apparent embarrassment. Jabari felt a fond smile crossing his lips.

“When you are done there… Go out, find more to make like us…" Jabari commanded. His shadow seemed to tip its head before returning to its work, fucking Inoel's shadow deeper and harder, their dark shapes living lives of their own on the wall beneath the rising sunlight. Jabari still breathed hard, lying his head down until he could hear Inoel's heart beating so fast in his ear. He did not have enough blood left in his brain to question his fate. He only thanked whatever spirits had been waiting so patiently to unleash this gift back into the world.

****

If one was asked to put a name to the way Sallah's apartment smelled, one might use a word like 'potent'. None of the smells were objectively bad, but there was a lot of them in a confined space. There was a faint maple-bacon aroma in the air from his hookah, a musky tang from his cologne, botanical scents from various moisturizers and hair products and the smell of leather from his jackets. Somewhere beneath all that was a faint lingering aroma of his carnal pursuits - something that he was actively contributing to at the moment.

With the blinds shut for privacy, Sallah had settled into his recliner, his large hand moving up his larger member. His pouty lips were pursed as his hand slicked up and down, lubricated by moisturizer that made faint sloppy sounds as his palm reached the mushroom shaped head of his shaft. It was a burden being as fertile as the Nile, he knew. Usually he was able to satiate his tastes with one or more beautiful women who would be as wet and sloppy on his cock as his lube… but once in a blue moon, schedules just didn't line up. Kym was in a night class, Jyn was on a trip with her parents and Mel was working at her apprenticeship at her father's law firm.

As Sallah writhed back and forth slowly, he felt his long beard dragging across his broad, hairy chest. God had a sense of humor to make his people so hairy in a part of the world that got so hot, but Sallah didn't mind. He was like a peacock with many different ways to advertise his prowess. He ran his tongue along his teeth as he jacked off, although his cheeks tensed a bit in a wince. His teeth were unusually sharp… and not just one, all of them. Sallah tried to think if he had eaten anything that would have made his tongue more tender or taken off a layer of protective saliva but he couldn't think of anything.

Trying to focus back on the task at hand, Sallah doubled down on the rate of his masturbation. His hand rose and fell rapidly, although a heat began to build through the moisturizer. There was friction even when there shouldn't have been. To a degree, Sallah liked it, although he was more of a sauce man himself. He huffed a little, grabbing the bottle with his left hand only to have it slip through and topple to the floor. Sallah sat there, still jerking off with his right hand but his dark brown eyes were locked on his left. His fingertips felt like they had been capped with superglue, his palms covered in calluses. His hand was impossibly dry, or rather, firm…

Turning his hand over and then back, Sallah's indulgence slowed. His hand looked off… It wasn't pale exactly, it was more… discolored. His tan had a greenish tinge on the back of his hand while his palms seemed more of a creamy sand color. Sallah was perplexed at that, but when the green started to spread past his wrist and move up his arm, he gasped in shock. His other hand came off his dick, revealing that the moisturizer had only delayed the inevitable. The milk colored goo dripped from green fingers and khaki palms. As the liquid seeped into his skin, it seemed to feed the keratin that was growing out his fingernails. Rather than flat and wide, the nails seemed to be curving and condensing, filling in the gap and honing to a point, tipping each digit with a sharp point.

“What the fuhhh…" Sallah slurred. His tongue felt like it had been dipped in a hot spice while his jaw felt oddly numb. He reached up to feel his face, only to ram his hand into his chin. The waves of pain radiated through despite the numbness, leaving Sallah utterly confused. No longer content just to ignore the change and jack off, Sallah rose to his feet and nearly toppled forward. His feet cracked and popped beneath his weight, his toes extending outward as the soft and supple flesh tightened into something tighter and more leathery. The tendons that connected his toes were visible beneath the flesh as it darkened to a forest green color, the his arch slowly flattening out. The skin that stretched out between his toes, creating little webs were that sandy cream color, creating a sharp contrast.

Sallah threw his head back, letting out a roar as his spine began to pop and stretch. Each vertebrae expanded in height and width as his spinal cord expanded within. His ribs ached and sweltered as they pushed outward, expanding his chest. His shoulders snapped and crackled next, his skin straining as his arms pushed out further to his sides. As the skin stretched, it tinged green across his shoulders and back like a fine algae was spreading while his chest and stomach paled to the lighter color. Sallah groaned as his biceps and triceps started to stretch outward, bloating and filling out, growing heavier and denser.

The sensations ripping through Sallah were mostly pleasurable, though the size and scope of it was rather alarming. What had Sallah roaring out, though, was how much his face felt like it was changing. Sallah's dense beard was forced to stretch out forward, hanging down from an expanding jawbone. As Sallah's mouth extended forward, his chin and nose began to narrow gradually. The expanding space made room in his mouth for his teeth to ooze and swell and grow, curving into sharp dagger-like fangs. Sallah's nostrils dilated, relaxed, dilated again and then stuck that way. The button shape of his nose melted away, his nose flattening out and melding into his stretching muzzle.

Sallah's expanded lungs rose and fell, taking in more and more breath. The change was shocking and exhilarating both. He forced his head forward, then down, looking at his body. None of the colors seemed right, and the way his stomach was segmented looked less like abdominal muscles and more like the belly of some sort of reptile… but below that, stretching out before him, his dick was as big or bigger than it ever had been before. The flesh around the wrist thick rod was a pale creamy white, the head of his shaft a fist sized knot of pale greenish-white. It just stood out there like a log sticking out of a lake, begging… begging for those wild, wicked hands.

Sallah growled and snarled through his fangs as his face continued to grow longer and longer, narrowing into a more dagger-shaped muzzle. He reached down, curling one leathery hand around the base of his cock, then curled the fingers of his other paw around the tip. Sallah hissed, his tongue stretching out to fill his new muzzle as his hands began to work forward and back, picking up speed. As Sallah went at it, he shuddered happily, hearing more cracks and snaps popping through his skull. As Sallah's nostrils and sinuses reshaped, the potent aroma of his apartment blossomed into dozens of easily identifiable smells. He could smell his recent conquests, every product he used, and so much more.

“Yesss…" Sallah hissed, feeling that creamy leathery skin sliding up his throat, leaving segmented horizontal lines as it went. The green coloring crept up his neck and the back of his head, disappearing into his hairline. While his entire body had gone reptilian, it seemed that the symptoms were far more distinct around his head. His ears began to melt and shrink, absorbing into his head as a new duct formed to take the place of his ears. A small white membrane stretched over what had once been his ear canal.

As what had once been Sallah's ears popped, he snapped his long, sword-like muzzle. There was a satisfaction to how strong his jaws were. While his beard had remained full, the slicked back hair on his head had shifted. Some of the hair had been reabsorbed and what remained was rubbery frills like some sort of lizard. It wasn't quite crocodile and it wasn't quite human, landing in that liminal space that Sallah's body was settling into. He ran his tongue along his sharp fangs again, this time treasuring just how sharp and wicked each one was.

Sallah continued to jerk off with both paws, panting harder and harder, thrusting his hips forward and back. Part of him longed for a powerful tail to stretch out behind him, whipping back and forth, but something told him that this was his form. He was meant to be standing up, to be representing the best qualities of both man and beast. He turned his head, feeling the air current moving over his long snout and his expanded beard. The long black hair hung down from his expanded jaw, dropping a good eight inches before curving back. Maybe he could braid it to keep it out of the way like some kind of-

“Egyptian…" Sallah growled, his voice deeper than he expected. The voice didn't just sound good, it felt good. It was gritty, gravely, growling and resounding in the echo chamber of his chest. Still, the revelation couldn't be overlooked. Egyptian, like Jabari… This was because of him. Sallah took several steps toward the door of his apartment before remembering that he was currently naked. He growled a bit at the inconvenience, although looking back at his dick was enough to refill him with pride.

He truly WAS as fertile as the Nile, but he was too masculine to keep just to one gender. He was sure any woman he fucked would wind up pregnant with his sons, but could he really inflict that on the world? He'd have to be at least a little responsible, and one way to do that was to fuck dudes. They couldn't get pregnant, at least not according to what he knew… Then again, if his dick was even half as powerful as it felt like it was, maybe that wouldn't be so much a barrier either. Sallah hissed loudly from his long, barrow snout. He worked his dick with both leathery hands, his claws glinting in the light.

Faster, harder, tighter, hotter. Sallah gritted his fangs together as he came closer and closer and closer and finally toppled over the edge, screaming out in pleasure as thick, sticky globs of yellowed crocodile cum lanced out, splattering across his floor. Deep, dark black reptile eyes rolled into the back of Sallah's modified head as he came, embracing the pleasure. As he rode out the afterglow, he started to realize his cock wasn't any less hard. It still stuck out there, hard, thick, hot and ready to fuck. Sallah purred a little, glad that there wasn't any downtime. Maybe there really was a future where he'd just fuck the rest of his life, but for now he needed answers.

****

The walk back to school the next day had been one of caution, anticipation, and ultimately intrigue for Jabari. His bare paws felt the unique texture of Monument's relatively new sidewalks. The cement was getting hot even in the early morning hours, undoubtedly another scorcher. Jabari knew he may still need to find shoes large enough for his paws to protect from the hot weather, but he couldn't keep a smile from his muzzle as he glanced over at Inoel. His roommate was still tall and lean as he always had been, but he moved with the fluid grace of a birdman… Not Horus, but clearly from that lineage.

The two had passed neighbors who bid them good morning, a strange look of nascent confusion at the corner of their minds that they soon brushed away. There was no shock, no fear, no surprise. A few of the younger neighbors seemed to look on with an almost wistful envy, though perhaps it was more owed to the fact that Jabari and Inoel still had so much of their lives left to live and so many possibilities open to them.

Jabari's contemplation of their new fate only blossomed as they reached campus. There were still human students, in fact the majority of them were yet unturned, but the sheer variety of hybrid beings was surprising and refreshing. Jabari's shadow had done well. His grin nearly reached from ear to pointed ear until he spotted Sallah's green car pulling into the roundabout ahead of them. His shoulders tensed, his fur standing on end as the door swung open and two leathery green feet stepped out.

Sallah rose tall and proud, his long dagger-like snout lined with sharp fangs in an eternal smile. Reptilian eyes surveyed campus like they were looking for their next meal as clawed fingers ran down his long braided goatee. When he spotted Jabari, however, the crocodilian smiled even brighter. He moved over, slinging a green and tan arm around the Jackal, pulling him into a side hug.

“Is it not a wonderful day my brother?" Sallah asked. Jabari felt his original enmity for Sallah melting a bit as he got a whiff of his rather heady musk. He wondered if the ancient god Sobek had the same effect on people.

“It really is feeling that way." Jabari admitted. Sallah took in a deep breath before sighing contentedly, his eyes watching a butterfly gliding on the morning breeze.

“A shame we have to be locked away with studies when we could be sowing our wild oats, but… there is time for that later. I feel the call of the wild." Sallah said wistfully before firming his smile, “Have a great day Jabari, I will see you around." Sallah said before getting back in his car, continuing along to take it to his parking spot. Inoel tilted his head just a little more than he would have as a human, his bird eyes contemplative.

“You didn't shrug away from him." Inoel said.

“I'm still taking everything in." Jabari said, resuming his walk. While Inoel couldn't smile anymore with his beak, his eyes twinkled.

“You like him now that he's a croc…" Inoel said. Jabari's ears flattened.

“No, I tolerate him more… There's a difference. He's like us now." Jabari said. Inoel shrugged a bit, his feathers fluttering.

“Hot, wild, manly, an ancient power coursing through his veins and throbbing in his dick." Inoel said. Jabari continued to scowl.

“There was always something throbbing in his dick." Jabari said, opening the door for them both. Inoel chuckled.

“Yeah, well now we feel it to. But maybe that's your lot. You're destined to be judgemental." Inoel said. Jabari's eyes widened.

“I am not judge-" He froze mid-sentence. He was a jackal, like Anubis who had judged the souls of the dead. There was so much they didn't understand about their new forms. Maybe they did have a destiny, a purpose, or something else beyond feeling driven to mate and spread their power. Maybe there was, and maybe there wasn't. Jabari shook his head a little, “I guess we'll see what grows from this fertile flood of power." he said finally. Inoel nodded, seemingly satisfied, walking along with his friend as if nothing had changed while they passed fellow students with the heads of cats, bulls, and a few creatures that defied description. It was certainly going to be an interesting semester.