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I suppose it all began with nothing more than me taking my usual afternoon stroll through downtown. I live in a medium-sized city, but one that has managed to maintain at least somewhat of a laid-back attitude. Downtown is nice - tree-lined walkways, pedestrian-only avenues lined with cafés and curio shops. Back then, it was a bit of a walk from my office on one of the business high-rises of to the west, but it was worth it to enjoy a place where time seemed to slow down to a more tolerable pace from the workaday world.

On the day in question, foot traffic was light enough for the world to see me in all of my average glory. A shade past 25, Brown eyes, brown hair, neither short nor tall; just fit enough not to be lazy, just fat enough not to be skinny, the only standout point of physique was my fairly developed biceps after continued spates of on-again-off-again weightlifting. Just another citizen in an itchy polo shirt and ill-fitting slacks, wandering around. And, additionally, I was human - a fact that everyone used to simply be able to assume, but after the day in question, all that went by the wayside.

In retrospect, it seems odd that I was blindsided by what happened next. I must have been lost in thought, daydreaming about any number of things, or perhaps rehashing a set of calculations in my head to make sure I hadn't miscalculated anything for the latest budget projections. I must have been walking straight ahead, looking without seeing, because I somehow missed seeing him until the moment he was almost literally on top of me. And believe me, that's a pretty good feat when the person in question looked like a cross between a human and a siberian husky dog, clad only in a pair of tight black boxer briefs, and covered head to toe with electric blue fur, save for a patch of white across the middle of his chest and abdomen.

In any case, one moment I'm walking along lost in my thoughts, and the next I'm suddenly engulfed by a furry blue whirlwind, jumping up and down and hugging me while screaming at the top of his lungs, "Dave! Dave! It's Dave! It's Dave! Oh, boy, it's Dave!"

Which, oddly enough, was actually my name. Taken back by the sudden sensory assault, I hesitated for a moment, my mind reeling as it tried to take in this bizarre, and frankly impossible, turn of events. By the time I came to my senses, and realized that what had happened was, in fact, real, he had managed to latch his arms tightly around my left bicep, snuggling up to my side and rubbing his fuzzy face against the shoulder of my shirt, still enthusiastically reiterating my name, albeit at a more reasonable volume.

Needless to say, I was a bit perturbed by this - after all, it's not often that you find a random stranger, especially a nonhuman one, latched onto you like a limpet. Failing to get a word in edgewise over his continued utterances, I tried to prize his arms free and take a step back. When I made the attempt, though, he reacted by squeezing my arm even tighter and suddenly whimpering, looking up at me with a suddenly pitiable expression. "No, no, don't leave me, don't leave me!" Taken aback once again, I just stood there, not knowing what the hell I was supposed to do, as the impossible creature snuffled and wiped his tears off on my sleeve.

Eventually, I decided to walk over to a bench and sit down, seeing if perhaps there was some way to calm him enough to find out what was going on. We sat down together, and after a few minutes, he must have realized that I wasn't trying to pry him off anymore. He stopped whimpering, and relaxed his grip a bit, but still wouldn't let go.

"Are you going to stay with me?" he asked, his voice still wavering.

"Well," I replied, trying to figure out what to do next. "Tell you what... how about you tell me your name, and we'll go from there."

In return, he stared back at me blankly. "My name?" he finally said.

"Yes, your name. You already know I'm Dave, so... what's your name?"

"Don't have one." He actually looked a bit ashamed.

"Well, I've got to call you something, don't I? I can't just call you, I dunno, Woofy Dog or something, now can I?"

At this, strangely enough, his eyes lit up. "Woofy! Woofy! That's what AD used to call me! Is that my name? Is it? Huh, is it?"

"Um, I guess so... it's kinda odd, but then again, you're not exactly like anyone I've ever met before, either..."

"Yay! My name's Woofy, then! I'm so happy! Woofy, woofy, woofy!" He snuggled back against my shoulder, babbling happily.

"Well, hold on now," I said, before he could get too loud again. "You mentioned someone named AD. Is that your family? Is that who you live with?"

At this, his face looked blank again. "AD went away. He just... went away. So, after a while, we went away too..." He trailed off, but then started to look happy again. "...But then I found you! So, it's okay now!"

"But, I mean... you must live somewhere, right? There must be someplace you call home?"

Again, a blank stare. "AD's gone..." I tried asking a few different ways, but was never able to get any useful information out of him. Finally, realizing that he had no idea either, I decided to walk, with him still attached to my arm, to the downtown police precinct, in the hope that someone might know who he really was, or that someone was out looking for him and had filed a missing persons report.

Upon reaching the station, I noticed that I wasn't exactly alone - in line ahead of me, along with the usual queue of complainants, were two other equally harried-looking young men, with two equally fuzzy blue hybrids, either husky or wolf, clinging tightly to them. One by one, they were pulled out of line by a somewhat aggravated police detective and brought into one of the offices off to the side. When they left, each man appeared even more confused, but at least their bright blue companions were wearing police uniform pants, and were simply walking beside them, rather than latched firmly to their arms. Finally, it was my turn, and the detective took us into the dingy, decorationless office and had us sit, side by side, in two uncomfortable plastic chairs next to his desk. The detective himself sat down heavily onto his worn swivel chair, letting out an audible sigh.

"Let me guess... you have a strange blue humanoid who won't let go of you, and you have no clue as to what in sam hill is going on, any more than the dozen or so folks who came in here before you. Correct?"

I nodded, and he grimaced slightly. "Well, honestly, I don't know a whole lot more than any of you, but here's what we've got so far." He leaned over and took a solid swig of coffee from a mug with the D.A.R.E. logo on it before continuing.

"Approximately one week ago, a bizarre and reclusive ex-pat scientist named Anatoliy Dubrovnikov realized that he was under surveillance by the DEA for possibly illegal possession of controlled prescription narcotics. He managed to give them the slip, finally departing the country with federal agents hot on his heels, and is currently believed to be on the lam somewhere in Romania. The feds never found his lab, but apparently it was located in this very city, and he hadn't left it empty - his creations managed to escape from it this morning, managing to burn it down in the process, and have been running around ever since. Alert patrolmen managed to catch a few of them, but most of them ended up running around until they found some particular person and latched onto them. And once they latch on... well, they become inconsolable and go berserk if anyone attempts to separate them; believe me, we found that one out the hard way. Not to mention that they freak out if female officers so much as touch them... But beyond that, we haven't a clue who or what they are, or why they were created in the first place, only that they're here now, and this particular one seems to have taken a liking to you."

"But why?" I asked. "Why me? How the heck did he know my name, anyway?"

"We still don't really know. So far, the choices seem to be more or less random, across every race - the only constants are male, between 15 and 30 years of age. There were apparently about a hundred of them in the lab, and we got to about twenty of them before they went into cling mode, so there are about eighty guys in this city in the same boat as you. As to the name thing... beats the heck out of me. Maybe they're mind-readers, or something, but until the feds get back to me, all I can do is guess. All we really know is that they're sentient enough to communicate, but we probably won't know too much more until someone can get ahold of that mad scientist, or manage to salvage some usable records from the fire."

"Okay, but... what am I supposed to do with him?"

"Well..." the detective drawled, looking like he wanted to crawl under his desk. "Unfortunately, the thing of it is..."

"Yes?"

"Well, you see, once one of these guys has latched onto you, they're nearly impossible to deal with if you try to separate them. So, either you've got to hang out with him down at a temporary staging area we've set up in the civic center... or he's got to live with you until things are sorted out. No one's ever encountered a situation like this before, and no one knows what the status of these guys are. Are they pets? Are they citizens? No one knows, but we've got to do something until things settle down and we know what we're actually dealing with. So, it's your choice, but either way, he should let go once you've told him he can stay with you."

At the end of his statement, the detective flinched back slightly, almost as though he thought I was going to leap over the table at him. I just sat there, though, hardly believing what he had told me. Finally, I said, "I'm pretty sure I can't bring him back to work with me, and my boss is already probably pissed that I didn't come back from lunch..."

"Look, buddy, just take care of this, and I'll tell your boss that you're off for the day helping me on an important investigation or something. It's Friday, anyway, so you'll have the whole weekend to figure out what to do, and hopefully by Monday we'll have more of a handle on what's going on with all this."

"But, what if I don't want-" I trailed off, because my companion had started to whimper again - and, looking down into those sad puppy-dog eyes, my resolve to get rid of him, already somewhat weakened, was softened even further. Here was some poor creature, raised in a lab by some mad scientist, subjected to who knows what sort of treatment... in comparison, having a roommate in my lonely apartment suddenly didn't seem like that much of a sacrifice in comparison.

"If it helps," the detective interjected, "initial reports seem to indicate that they make pretty good roommates. They don't eat much, they're not too obtrusive, they-"

"All right, all right, I give! You've won me over! Okay, Woofy? You can stay with me, at least for a while."

"Yay!" Woofy said in response, snuggling up to me again, grinning widely, and I couldn't help but crack a smile myself. The detective, though, looked at me a bit oddly.

"Woofy? Really? You call him Woofy?"

"Well, ah, it's more like he named himself that, actually..."

The detective nodded at that. "Yeah, I guess it could be worse. One of them managed to name himself Cotton Candy, because they'd been walking past a confection shop at the time he was asked about it. Seems that the scientist never really named them officially, so they seem to go by whatever you want to call them."

"Fun."

"In any case, you should probably go." He reached down into a box net to his desk and pulled out a pair of pants, which he tossed over to Woofy, who finally let go of my arm to catch them. "Put those on - no one cares if you've got a bare chest, metaphorically speaking of course, but it won't do for you to be waking around in nothing but your underwear." He had me give him my phone number and the one for my boss, and then handed me a card with his own extension on it. "If anything comes up, just give me a call. So far, though, we haven't heard any complaints. Otherwise... you'll hear from me, or maybe the feds, on Monday."

And with that, he ushered us out, pulling the next odd couple out of line to have yet another chat. Woofy, finally done with latching onto my arm, was content to walk beside me, and was actually for once relatively quiet. Woofy... such a bizarre name, and I almost couldn't say it with a straight face, but... he seemed happy with it. After all, having a name is important - it gives you an identity as a unique individual, and it must have been so strange to go through life without one. So, if it made him happy to finally have a name, it would probably be mean to change it up on him.

We walked back to my apartment, in a fairly nice middle-class complex, a rectangular building with a nice open-air patio and swimming pool in the center courtyard. It was about the same distance as it was back to my work, a good long walk - it's actually far shorter to walk directly to work and back as it is to head downtown from either location. The day had warmed up, and by the end of the walk, I was breathing heavily and rather drenched with sweat through my heavy polo shirt. Woofy looked tired as well, panting frenetically with his oversized tongue lolling out of his muzzlelike mouth.

My apartment at the time was on the second of four floors, and a fairly modest place by anyone's standards: a decent-sized living room with the requisite worn couch, big-screen TV, and collection of gaming consoles; a bedroom just barely big enough for a computer desk, a dresser, and my bed; an okay bathroom, with a stand-up shower; and finally, a room that was just barely well-enough equipped to be called a kitchen. A bachelor pad, for a confirmed bachelor - my job took up most of my time, and the rest was spend playing video games with a few close friends. Mostly, I was alone, and was generally happy enough with that. Suddenly having a roommate was a bit weird, but so far he hadn't done anything obnoxious, and it was a welcome enough change from the monotony of routine.

Once I got inside, I stripped off my soaked polo shirt, and went into the bathroom to towel myself off. On my return, though, I noticed that Woofy had taken this as a cue that it was okay to strip off the pants the policeman had given him. Overall, he looked to be roughly my size, so I went and grabbed some clothes out of my dresser.

"Here, try these on - they're probably not perfect, but they ought to work well enough." Woofy, though, refused to do so. "No more clothes - I'm too hot already!" I quickly realized what he meant - on a hot day, being covered with fur would be uncomfortable enough without adding more clothes on top of that. So I shrugged, and put the clothes back - after all, if he was covered in fur, he was hardly naked, and he was still wearing underwear.

He was right that it was still hot, though, so I cranked up the A/C a bit and left my shirt off. In need of sustenance after all the walking, I cooked up a batch of microwave mac'n'cheese, giving Woofy a good portion. He only ate about half, though, saying that that was plenty, so I put the rest away and we went over to sit on the couch, Woofy resting his head against my shoulder.

"So," I asked, by way of making conversation, "what kinds of stuff do you like to do?"

Woofy looked up at me enthusiastically. "Oh, it's time to *do* stuff! I like that!"

I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by that, but by the time I had thought of a decent way to ask, I heard a distinctive sound... and looked down to see him unzipping the fly of my pants.

Now, honestly, back then I didn't think all that much about sexuality. For the most part, work was my life, and anything romantic was the furthest thing from my mind. On the rare occasions when the urge struck me, I usually just took care of it as quickly and efficiently as possible. I guess it wasn't that I was asexual, exactly, so much that I'd just never really given that part of my life all that much thought. So when I saw my fly being unzipped, I didn't have any sort of angry or surprised reaction. Mentally, by that time, I'd pretty much just said screw it - the day had already been strange enough, and I might as well go with the flow.

So I just kinda sat there, grinning like an idiot, as he deftly undid the clasp and pulled my pants down, yanking off my shoes and socks with the pants quickly following suit. Underneath, I was wearing my usual form-fitting boxer briefs, heather-grey cotton with a good-sized pouch in front. Woofy put one of his hands on the pouch, gently pushing me up so that the tip of my cock moved up towards the waistband. He started to massage me through the fabric, rubbing my cock rhythmically as it expanded, while gently stroking my balls with his other hand. I groaned with pleasure as that unusual feeling, that drive that usually laid dormant within me, fired back up with a vengeance. He grinned up at me, seeming to take pleasure in the little moans that I was beginning to make as I squirmed pleasurably under his ministrations. After a couple of minutes, he pushed his head down and started nuzzling my crotch, his rubbing quickly back and forth across my member as he breathed in, taking in my scent. I gasped at the sensation, and the tip of my cock throbbed and pressed tightly against the elastic of the waistband - suddenly, the pouch seemed way too small, and I desperately wanted to escape its confinement.

Luckily, Woofy complied a moment later, after taking one more deep breath. His hand gave my member one more quick squeeze, and I moaned from deep in my chest. Then his hands slid across the fabric, gliding across my thighs, before ending up at my waist on either side and pulling the fabric gently downward. The feeling of the fabric sliding across me was divine, and a second later my cock popped out, springing upright in an almost comical fashion. He continued pulling down, exposing my balls, and finally leaving them as a thin line of cloth stretched across at mid-thigh. He took a long look at my manhood, sizing it up appreciatively, before letting his tongue loll out from his mouth. And then, in one smooth, practiced motion, he moved forward and wrapped around my penis, circling from the base to the tip in one long, sensuous lick.

I was in ecstasy. The feeling was almost indescribable, the soft, warm tongue sliding across me in a way that I had never felt before. The feeling was so sexy, so intense, that I almost went over the edge right there, but somehow he knew just when to stop, leaving me rock-hard and shivering with pleasure, right at the edge. I could barely even speak. As I caught my breath, he climbed up onto the couch, placing his head in my lap and gently nudging the tip of my cock with his nose again. This time, I almost purred at the touch, feeling better than I had in ages.

For some reason, I looked down at him, and I realized that he was turned on as well, a very sizable bulge making itself known as it strained against the fabric of his own boxer briefs. I reached down and began to rub the length of his dick through the underwear, and in response he growled softly and pushed his body closer to mine. He kept licking, occasionally taking the tip of my cock into his mouth, one hand cradling my balls, the tips of his fingers pushing on the stretch of skin just behind them. The combination of sensations was incredible, and it was all I could do to keep them from overwhelming me. Woofy looked quite satisfied as well, murring regularly as his hips twitched in response to my touch, his member straining forward as he almost dry-humped my hand. After a while, though, he picked his head up from my crotch, and grinned muzzily up at me, his face relaxed and happy.

"Okay, now it's my turn!" he said, sitting up and reaching over to pull my underwear the rest of the way off. He quickly followed suit, and I watched as his more-than-sizable dick sprang to attention. The white patch of fur did indeed go down to his crotch and across his balls, as well as a small patch at the base of his cock. I wasn't quite sure what was about to happen next, but I was a bit apprehensive as he pushed me down against the couch on my back, crouching over me on all fours, panting heavily as his dick loomed above me.

"You're gonna love this," he said, leaning down to do the best approximation of a kiss that his muzzle would allow. Then, he slowly lowered himself down, gently pressing his fuzzy body up against mine. His fur was delightfully soft, and felt incredible against my suddenly sensitive skin. He reached up with one hand and grasped mine, interlacing my fingers with his, as he nuzzled up against my neck, my body now fully against his, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, legs intertwined. He reached back down to adjust something with his other hand, and I suddenly felt the hot, bare skin of his straining member brushing up against mine. We both moaned in unison at this initial contact. The flesh of his cock was almost impossibly soft, and practically incandescent from the prolonged arousal. Then he pulled his arms around me, hugging me close, his breath hot as he held me tight, our members pressed up close together.

A moment later, though, he rocked his hips up, sliding the tip of his cock delectably down my shaft, until it was probing at the base. Then he rocked back down, our members sliding together as the thrust pressed my lower body down against the couch cushions. He repeated the motion, rocking faster and faster, and quickly the synchronicity was lost and our cocks slid apart, mine rubbing against the soft fur of his abdomen while his rubbed against my pelvis. We kept crossing over back and forth, his member sometimes rubbing up against either side of mine, occasionally lining back up for an exquisite stroke against the most sensitive part of my tip. I reached up, grasping him tightly, burying my fingers deep in his back fur as we humped together, both of us panting hard and moaning with each quickening buck of his hips. He was soon going faster than I imagined any human possibly could, and all of the sensations, his warm body pressing against me, were more than I could bear. He bucked his hips hard, and his member slid intensely across mine, sending me over the edge - I groaned as my entire pelvis shivered with the most pleasurable, intense orgasm I have ever felt.

He paused for a second, feeling the tension ebb from my body, and then continued at a fast pace, causing me to gasp anew as his hips rotated against me, my own member now hypersensitive as my body began to pulse semen onto his fur. I almost didn't believe it, but the continued stimulation almost seemed to make me feel like I was coming anew, the incredible initial feeling of orgasm continuing to pulse out towards my extremities in waves. It was almost too intense, but he had no desire to stop, and neither did I.

He continued to hump against me even after the feelings had subsided, and my warm body, covered with a sheen of sweat, snuggled happily against his fur as he continued to hump pleasurably against my pelvis. Finally, he thumped downward hard, his cock pressed tight against my stomach, and I could practically feel it pulse as his hips spasmed against mine. Then he looked up at me, with a euphoric grin on his face, and shouted "I'M COMING!" at the top of his voice. Then he moaned, and I could see his buttocks quiver and his tail twitch manically as stream after stream of spooge pulsed hotly against my stomach.

We rolled onto our sides, cuddling and caressing for a few moments more, lost in our respective afterglows. Then I got up, getting a wet towel to clean up our mess before it dried against my skin or matted his fur. I pulled my underwear back on, my body still so sensitive that even the light touch of the fabric against my skin was almost enough to make me moan. Looking over, I saw Woofy curled up in a ball on the couch, breathing softly as he slept. I sat down next to him, idly rubbing my hand against his fur, and realizing that on this day, my life had suddenly, irrevocably changed. Even so, being there with him, I was certain that, at the very least, it had changed for the better.