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"We haven't had a changed fur in twenty years!" The elder looked pissed. Nick hardly knew what was going on, if he had known that having sex with Zander would set him on the course to change into a fur... Well actually, he still would have done it. Nick was glad he was sitting up to a table instead of standing, the thought of what he was going to be tightened his pants uncomfortably.

"How could you have been so irresponsible?" That query was directed at Zander, the werewolf that had infected him a few hours ago. It wasn't his fault really, he just had sex a little to close to the full moon; he lost control and shifted his hands on accident. Nick won't be controlled by the full moon however, he will be permanently stuck halfway between human and animal, he will be a fur.

Someone entered the room, interrupting the tirade. "Christopher, settle down. We will figure this out; at least this young man is still sitting there. He could be running screaming down the streets, like that story your father used to tell." Zander was saved more rebuke by the newcomer, she was a thin middle aged woman with brown hair she no longer bothered to dye to make it stay brown. "I'm sure that... Nick was it? Hardly knows what is going on. One moment having fun, the other being ushered off to listen to an old codger shout." The elder blushed, he actually blushed. Zander was amazed; he had never in all his life seen this particular elder blush. His grandfather wasn't much for showing emotion.

"You're right as usual Mary. Well then, you," he turned to Nick, "Has my grandson told you what the hell is going on, or did he just whisk you away to listen to my rants?"

"I know that I'm going to be a fur, and no one can know about it," Nick said uncertainly, "also that we won't know what kind of fur I will be. Zander did say that you guys would help me leave, and get started somewhere else."

"Quite right, Mary would you take young Nick here somewhere to settle in for the night? We will sort all of this out in the morning." Zander's grandfather said. Mary led Nick down a hall and opened a door to a nice room with a comfortable looking bed, and a bathroom off to one side.

"Here is your room; we will bring up some breakfast in the morning in case you're hungry." She looked at him with sympathy, "I'm sorry this happened, we will do all we can to help." With that she strode from the room and quietly shut the door.

Nick stood there for only a second before undressing and sliding under the covers. "And I had really hoped for some company tonight" he said to the empty room before drifting off.

An itch encompassing his entire body woke him early the next morning; it felt like his skin was crawling with millions of ants. He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he saw nothing wrong with his skin, but he itched everywhere. Hoping to alleviate the constant irritant, he jumped into the shower and turned on the hot water. As the hot water ran down his skin he heard a knock on the door, "just a minute!" he called. Nick hastily jumped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. The shower had not helped at all; it was as if the irritant was just under his skin. He opened the door, and found Zander in the hall awkwardly holding a tray of food. The tray was piled with more food then he usually ate all day, "Invite a few people for a party?" Nick asked glacing down the hall.

"The change is going to take a lot of energy. Therefore; you get to eat as much as you can, then eat some more. Look, I'm really sorry about this whole thing, I did not mean for this to happen. If you want me to go I can" he said, trying to hand Nick the tray.

"Why would I be mad? I should be thanking you. So get in here before that food gets cold, and just in case you didn't notice; I'm only wearing a towel. I'd rather not be out in the hall in a towel right now."

"What? Thanking me? Why?" Zander said stepping into Nick's room.

Nick looked at him out of the corner of his eye and answered as he dropped his towel and got dressed. "I was going nowhere, I hardly have any close friends, my only family is an idiot brother i'd as soon do without, and anyways; I've always wanted to be a fur."

"Oh, you are taking this all a lot better than I would have that's for sure. So let's eat" he said setting the food down on the table.

As they dug in, Nick could not keep from scratching, it was really starting to piss him off. "What is up with this!" Nick asked, exasperated. "Do they wash the sheets with itching powder?"

"Your skin itches already?" Zander said surprised. "This complicates our schedule a bit. Itching is the first sign of the change; it is the fur getting ready to grow. Hurry and finish your breakfast. We have to get you to Mary; she will know what to do. Does everything about you have to be complicated?" He finished with a smile to assure Nick that nothing was wrong.

"Says the guy that turns furry under a full moon!" Nick said back as he bolted his food. He was amazed when he looked down after a minute and saw that he had finished everything. They hurried down to another door down the hall on the right. They knocked on the door heard a muffled answer before the door opened to reveal a disheveled Mark looking cross at the intruders to her sleep.

"You're early, you know that? I said ten; not the ass crack of dawn!" Mary said, irritated at the interuption.

"I'm sorry, but this is important. The change has already begun. His fur will be coming in soon." Zander said, trying to distract her from whatever acidic comment was surely on her tongue.

"Already? That is impossible! Come in, come in." They followed her into a modest room that was remarkable for its lack of anything remotely feminine. "We have to give you the crash course, now that we have no time for a more comfortable pace. Your death will be taken care of, they will find your apartment burned down and a body matching your physiology inside. Already dead person of course. Now what I need to tell you is important, you need a whole new background life. We will get to that after the change though, for a good background we need to know what you will be." She looked him up and down. "Christopher is betting on wolf, you seem to be the quiet type to him. But I'm guessing you will be a fox, to catch the eye of our Zander so soon."

"Either would be great. They are my top two 'Furs I Would Want To Be'." Nick said smiling at the prospect.

"No need to be sarcastic, we were only guessing." She looked slightly offended.

"He wasn't being sarcastic Mary. He really has always wanted to be a fur. That's part of the reason he is taking this so well, to him being a fur is not a bad thing." Zander corrected her with a grin. She looked at him sharply to make sure he wasn't continuing the joke. It was evident in his face that he was not; he was too relieved that Nick still liked him.

"Oh, well then. We should get down to business." She looked back over to Nick before continuing. "Soon, I don't know how long with your accelerated transformation, but soon you will enter the full change. For you, it will be like falling asleep, but really two to three days will have gone by. For you this may be less time." She thought for a second before continuing. "Maybe your accelerated change is due to your complete acceptance of this, you are not fighting it at all. Before you change we need to get as much food into you as we can; you will be burning alot of energy to change this quickly. Now out into the hall for a minute so I can change, then we will go raid the kitchen."

Nick thought of the big breakfast he already had and thought that he could not possibly be hungry still, but he realized that he was still hungry-- starving really. A few minutes later Mary came out in jeans and a T-shirt and led them down to the kitchen. After a few minutes of searching they decided on spaghetti and meatballs, carbs and protien.

While they were eating Mary brought up a point that Nick had been thinking of but hoped no one else had. "Zander, after we eat I need you to go home, we can't have people wondering where you are the day before Nick's apartment burns down. Go to a friend's house, work, do something so you have a good alibi just in case all does not go as planned."

"But he needs someone to help him adjust, I-- that's why I can't, someone will get suspicious if I suddenly take an interest in a fur who just showed up right after my boyfriend's house burned down. I can't ever see him again, can I?" Zander asked, downcast.

"I'm sorry, but no you can't. Don't worry we're calling Damien up, he is particularly suited to helping Nick adjust with minimal suspicion." Mary said.

"Who is Damien?" Nick asked after managing to swallow a huge mouthful of meat.

"One of the furs who knows about us so they can help us introduce new furs into the culture. Not that fur culture is very much different from our own. It's just, different trying to get used to the new arrangement of muscles in your body. You will still be you, just with some different features and abilities; depending on what fur you are." Mary explained.

Nick tried to ask more questions about why Damien would be best to help him, but her voice seemed to be getting further away. He was barely aware of his body as he fell from his chair into the arms of a fox that had just walked up. Then he was out...

Some time later he woke up; turning over he was surprised to see a fox sleeping next to him. 'What? What happened last night?' he thought as he sat up and rubbed his face, and felt fur, and a muzzle. He looked at his hand-- paw?-- and saw light brown fur covering it. He got up to look in the mirror and remembered what had happened, he changed. When he looked in the full-length mirror he saw his dark brown eyes staring back at him, and that was where the resemblance ended; he was a wolf. He had chocolate fur with a lighter brown muzzle and paws, his ears perked up from the top of his head; he turned sideways to look at his new tail-- he actually had a tail-- it was brown like the rest of him, but softer with longer staighter hairs. He opened his mouth to reveal a row of sharp teeth gleaming in the light. Looking down he saw that his penis was now covered with a sheath the same chocolate color as his fur, he pushed back the sheath from around the tip to see the pink point of his member.

"Having fun?" he heard the voice come from his bed, he had forgotten about the fox in his bed. The fox was now crawling to the end of the bed, the fox, he was guessing he was Damien, had a thin, fit figure with light red fur and a bushy tail. He was also as nude as Nick was; Nick reddened as his new sheath pulled back more as he admired the graceful way the fox moved across his bed. "I guess so" Damien answered his own question when he saw the partially exposed member.

When Damien got to the end of the bed and stood up, Nick saw Damien's member was working towards full thickness as well. Then he realized what Mary's comment about Damien being particularly suited to teaching Nick the nuances of his new form. "Looks like you are too" Nick said with a sly grin, it felt a bit weird on his new face but somehow it worked for him.

Damien smiled in response and stepped closer to say, "We are supposed to be teaching how to use you body as soon as you wake up. I know the perfect way to begin." Nick reacted visably to the suggestion, and grabbed the fox pressing him close as he started his practice with the muzzle and tongue by starting a kiss and plunging his tongue deep into Damien's mouth. He actually went farther then expected, this excited him causing him to be more enthusiastic as Damien responded to his kiss and began to teach him how to use his muzzle and tongue to the fullest.

When this portion was mastered, they were breathless and fully erect, becoming a fur adding some definite width to Nick's already impressive thickness. "We will move to anatomy next with a review on how to use your mouth properly, starting down here." Damien said wickedly as he had Nick sit on the bed and knelt before him. Damien moved his head directly above the throbbing member, he let out a warm breath on it as Nick shuddered and began to leak pre-cum. Damien used the tip of his tongue to lick the pre off the cock before enveloping it. Damien used his hand to free the knot before taking that too into his mouth. Even with Damien's muzzle lengthening his mouth, Nick's tip was still lodged inside the back of Damien's throat. Nick moaned as Damien used his throat to massage his tip as Damien's tongue wound around his shaft and caressed it, pulsing with the blood warming and enlarging it. Damien tasted the salty maleness of the pre-cum, now freely flowing as Nick came closer to the edge.

Nick grabbed the back of Damien's head and began to rock back and forth in his mouth, pushing deeper into Damien's throat. Nick howled as he came, spewing hot cum down Damien's throat, forcing him to swallow. Still Damien pulled and sucked every last drop out of Nick before throwing his head back as his own orgasm overwhelmed him.

Nick kissed a drop of his own cum off Damien's mouth and said, "great first lesson, can't wait for the next one." Nick wished they could continue, but his transformation still left him exausted. Together they crawled up to the top of the bed, covered up, and fell asleep in each other's arms.