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Fang sat frowned as a strand of his long blonde hair fell in front of his dark green eyes. A bright yellow wizard-light floated next to him, illuminating the small desk he sat at. He set down the long, thin quill he had been using to scribble diagrams down on a sheet of parchment and reached up, pushing the rogue lock of hair back behind his ear before returning to the paper. He absent-mindedly reached over to the bookshelf next to the desk and pulled a black-bound tome off the shelf, quickly flipping to a page just over halfway through the book, and began copying the arcane glyphs onto the parchment with lightning speed. When he was done, the paper began to glow with a soft-blue light and the ink on it began to move on its own rearranging itself into a larger glowing symbol. He smiled, satisfied with his work, and closed the book, setting it on the desk. He reached down and picked up the map, examining it for any mistakes before he folded it up and slipped it into a pocket inside the blue and white robes he was wearing.

He sat for a moment in silence, staring at the clock that was quietly counting the minutes on his desk- 12:48. It was almost time for him to begin.

He stood, the wooden feet of his chair scraping against the smooth white stone his quarters were carved from, and began to walk around the perimeter of the tower room. His bookshelves and desk dominated most of this side of the room. The staircase down to the rest of his quarts dominated yet another wall. The over-stuffed four-poster bed covered in down-filled comforters and blankets took up the third wall. But the last wall held the most notable feature of the room- A beautiful stained-glass window. Fang walked over to it and waved his hand over an image of a sun, magical energy hopping from his fingers into the glass itself. Smooth lines began to appear in the glass, snaking their way up and around, until suddenly, there was a door where there had been none. Fang pushed the door open and stepped out onto the tiled balcony that surrounded the tower.

The world's moon hovered close above, eternally bright and full, its soft white light shining down upon the glimmering towers of the Arcane Collegium that floated high above the earth. The outside of the magical university was created from a single, flawless piece of crystal- when a new building was needed, it was magically grown out of the others. Between the spires and towers, wizard lights gently floated in a rainbow of colors sending sparkling light reflecting across the entire campus. Below a light fog floated between the pathways between the buildings sheltering it from the dark world of Fyla. Fang walked over to the crystal railing that circled the balcony and leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse of the ground beneath the fog. It had been ten years since he had shown apititude for the magical arts, ten years since the magical staircase of light and cloud had descended into his primitive village, ten year since he had been ripped from his family at the tender age of ten. Ten years since he had first learned just how terrible the mages of the college were.

When he had first arrived, the university seemed like a paradise. Food and clean water was always available in excess; he had his own room with his own bed and desk and whatever books (something he'd only seen once when a wandering Lorepriest visited his village once) he'd wanted were available; he was never cold and never scared. But as he became used to his life of pleasure and bliss, something had always nagged on his mind. The memories of his home never quite left his mind and he began to question how these mages could live in such a paradise while the world below suffered. Even just the spells to create a fire that would never go out or a never-emptying pool of pure water would do wonders to improve the lives of those that lived on the ground.

He had asked one of his professors about it once. It was a mistake he would never make again. The professor hadn't said anything, simply waved his hands and wrapped magical chains around him. He had been dragged down the steps of the headmaster's tower into a dungeon he had never known existed before where he was shoved into a cell. He lay there for a single night in the cold, damp dark wondering what his fate was to be, listening to the hisses and howls of beasts in the cells around him. When the professor returned the next morning, he was simply told this was to be his fate should he question their ways ever again. So he had stayed silent and learned everything he could, trying his hardest not to be noticed but taking in every detail of the university.

But that was all to change tonight. Tomorrow he would be fully initiated into the order, his soul bound to the very spirit of this place, making it so that he could never leave. Which is why he had been planning his escape. It would be simple to make his way to the Plaza of Scholarly Delights. It would be empty at this time of night, and there was a section where the railing had fallen away due to a misfired spell some of his classmates had cast- a spell that Fang had realized when he saw the hole in the fog beneath it also cut through the magical wards that surrounded the university. All he would have to do is walk to the edge and use the spell he had etched into the parchment in his pocket and a miniature version of the stairway that had brought him to this place would allow him to leave.

He would bring hope to all the people of Fyla. He would bring hope to his home.

Inside his room his clock chimed one. It was time to go. He walked back inside, the door of glass shutting and sealing itself behind him, as he passed. He stopped briefly at his bookshelf and pulled a single tome bound in blue and gold leather off of it, slipping it into his robes. He turned and down the stairs he went, past his kitchen, his living quarts, until he reached the thick, black wooden door at the bottom of the steps. He took a moment to catch his breath, his heart was racing with anxiety, but he had to look normal in case he passed anyone on his way to his destination. Were he to be caught, this all would be for naught. Finally, he reached up and touched the door. It responded to his touch and opened.

Fang walked out onto the thin crystal bridge that connected his tower to the Fireheart Plaza. In the center of the circular platform, the statue of the Crimson Drake Sil burned, crafted out of crystalized fire. Fang hated having to pass by the statue every single time he let his room. It always seemed like it was alive, like it was watching him.

He walked through the dark night, passing over bridges and through buildings heading towards his eventual destination. His only scare came when he had passed Senior Lecturer Mycol on the bridge between Lecture Hall and the Dining Hall.

"Apprentice Candall, what a surprise to see you out this late! Where might you be headed at this hour?"

"Oh, uh, I'm just heading over to the Great Library."

"Really, tonight? But your Initiation ceremony is tomorrow. Shouldn't you be getting rest?"

"Sorry, sir, my nerves are just shot so I thought maybe studying for a bit would calm them and figured the library was the best place to get that done."

"Understandable. I remember the night before my ceremony. I tossed and turned all night. Really, that you would decide to study in such a state shows just why you're ready to join our order entirely."

"Thank you, sir."

"Well, I suppose I'll let you get to it then."

He bowed to the professor. "Thank you, sir. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I look forward to it."

When the professor had left, Fang dashed into the Lecture Hall and let the door shut behind him. He leaned up against the wall and let his pounding heart slow down. That had been so close. Thank goodness Mycol was one of the kinder professors, otherwise he might've lost his chance at freedom.

After he calmed down, he continued his walk towards the Plaza of Scholarly Delights. After what felt like agonizing hours and two near missed with security daemons that patrolled the campus this late at night for intruders, he made it to the forested platform. He cut between trees, past fountains, and through bushes making his way towards the hole. Finally, he made it to his goal. He stood at the edge of the platform and stared down. He could see the ground moving slowly beneath them, the light of a fire shining far below- a village. Perfect. He pulled the parchment out of his robe and held it up, preparing to cast the enchantment that would let him leave this place forever.

A bolt of fire ripped through the paper, burning it to ashes.

"No!" He whirled around to see who had done that.

Headmaster Jarvel stood there, flanked by two security daemons. "Really, Apprentice, did you think no one would notice this plan of yours?"

"But how?" Fang slowly began to reach into his robe, feeling for the book he had brought with him.

"Don't do anything stupid now, Apprentice Candall. I wouldn't want to force these daemons to have to hurt you." He gestured at the two daemons. They flexed their large muscles threateningly. "Not that they would need much reason to, especially at this point. After all, you're only attempting to break one of our most sacred rules."

Fang felt the book and wrapped his hand around it.

"Now come with me and we can pretend like none of this ever happened."

Fang pulled the book out of his robe and flung it down into the hole. He hoped that someone below would find it. Then all of this wouldn't have been for naught. He would've made some kind of difference.

The headmaster sighed. "I wish you wouldn't have done that. Xaeres, Lyeos, deal with him."

The two daemons walked over to him and grabbed him by his arms. Fang struggled, trying desperately to break their grip. One look down at him, its red eyes looking rather annoyed. It reached its large hand up and hit him in the back of his head. Everything went black.

***

Fang woke up to the feeling of blood trickling down his face. He tried to move him hand to wipe it away, but found that his arm was chained to the wall behind him. He opened his eyes to see nothing but darkness. Around him, he could hear the sounds of beasts in the darkness. He was in the dungeon once again. He tried to pull at the chains that held him, but it was no use, he wasn't strong enough.

A light appeared in the darkness, illuminating the small cell. The headmaster was standing right in front of him.

"Now that you're finally awake, let's continue our discussion, shall we?

Fang glared at him.

"You aren't the first student to try to do something like this. Almost everyone has a conscience you know. That's why we've taken to watching your lot like hawks. Otherwise, our secrets would've spread across Fyla a long time ago. But do you know what happened to those students?"

"No."

"We gave them a choice, they could either take a magical oath that would make them forget any of their loyalty to the surface or they could stay down here. You're smart, what do you think most of them did?"

"Took the oath."

"So now I give you the same choice. What will you do?"

Fang spit in the headmaster's face. "I'd rather rot."

The headmaster wiped his face with the sleeve of his robe and glared at the student. "Oddly enough, that's always what the most gifted say. Unfortunately, your fate is going to be much worse. What was your name again? Fang, right? I think I have a good idea of what we can do with you."

He reached down and placed his hand on the student's chest. Fang felt a bolt of magical energy rip through his body and push him up against the wall.

The headmaster stepped back and smiled.

It felt like a bolt of lightning was ripping through his body. Every single muscle tensed up and he felt hit heart stop beating. He was sure he was going to die. Then, it stopped.

Fang collapsed to the floor, panting, his knees scraping on the rough stone.

"What the hell did you do?"

"You'll see."

He sat in silence for a moment before an itch appeared on the center of his chest, directly underneath where the headmaster had cast his spell. It grew stronger and stronger, changing from being simply annoying to being painful. Fang strained against his chains, desperately trying to reach it, but just barely being unable to.

Then the feeling began to spread across his entire body. It felt like he was on fire. Fang screamed out in agony. He looked down at the skin of his arm that was just barely showing from underneath his robes. As the feeling reached that point, he could see reddish-brown hair beginning to push its way out of his skin, ripping it slightly with the force of its growth. Blood trickled down his arm and dripped onto the floor. Fang felt himself screaming once more.

Then, as quickly as it began the agony stopped.

"This is your last chance. There's no stopping it after this."

"Go to hell."

"I believe that's where you'll be going." The headmaster snapped his fingers.

Pain exploded through Fang's right hand. He heard the bones inside it break and tendons snap and watched as they began to bend and contort horribly. Tears streamed down his face as the white bones briefly pushed their way through the surface of the skin, before it quickly regrew over them. Black claws exploded from his fingertips sending blood splattering across the stone. He heard his fingernails clatter as they hit the opposite wall. The skin on his palm began to burn horribly next. He watched as the soft, white skin began to turn black as night, becoming hard and leathery. When what he now could tell were paw pads finished growing in, the hand began to sprout the same colored fur that covered the rest of his body. Then, the pain faded once more but Fang was sure that he was used to it by now. He looked at the large, almost comically oversized wolf paw that was the size of his face he now had where his hand had once been. The next step of the process wouldn't faze him. Not at all.

Then the bones in his left hand began to crack and he realized just how wrong he was as another scream of agony forced its way out of his throat. The pain was somehow even worse this time around.

The headmaster paced in front of him. "It's funny really how the human body tries so hard to resist a metamorphosis such as this. Really, all the pain you're really is just your stubborn humanity trying to stop the powerful spell coursing through your body. Don't worry though, you won't have to worry about that too much longer."

Fang panted in pain as his left hand finished changing. It was becoming harder to breath. Harder to think. All he could think about was how damn much everything hurt. It didn't even come as a surprise when the bones in the back of his ankle snapped and exploded out the back of his feet sending blood and flecks of skin splattering wetly against the wall behind him as he felt the bones and muscles reshape themselves into something entirely different.

Another scream forced its way from his throat, followed by bile from his empty stomach, as he fell forward, his knees slamming into hard floor. Underneath his shoes, he could feel, and worse, once again, hear, his feet going through the same process his hands had. He could feel his feet beginning to press up against the inside edges of the shoes, which were rapidly becoming painfully restrictive. Fang thanked every god he had ever worshipped when the claws finally erupted from his toes, shredding through the fronts of his shoes and causing them to rip entirely, freeing his new paws.

During the brief respite from his transformation, he forced himself to stand, finding his legs were bent oddly forcing him into a strange hunched stance. It was also a this point that he realized what the only unchanged part of his body was just before the pain in the back of his head began.

It started off as a dull ache, but quickly began to intensify as it spread until it felt like his skull was splitting in two, which as far as Fang knew it probably was. The pain began to intensify even more somehow in his mouth the taste of blood assaulted his tongue. He spat it out and heard the sound of one of his teeth clatter against the floor. As he stood with his mouth open, blood trickling steadily out of it, another one fell, then another, and another, until he was left with none. Then the sharp fangs began to push themselves out. Sharp, white teeth began to push their way out of his gums, shredding them to pieces in the process. It felt like there wasn't enough room in his mouth for them and he was unable to close it.

Next he heard a sharp popping noise before he heard nothing at all, but he could feel the cartilage of his ears stretch into points, blood begin to leak out of them, and then the skin around them begin to tear as they moved up his head. With another pop, his hearing returned.

Then he lost his ability to see. Panicking at the sudden loss of his sight he reached up touched at his face with his paw. He felt something hot and thick trickling from the corners of his eye sockets. Then, just as quickly as it had disappeared, his sight returned, sharper than before. Had he been able to see his eyes, he would see they were a deep, golden yellow now that was glowing in the dim light.

The pain that had become a dull ache in his skull once again flared up as his head began to stretch, the fur beginning to erupt from it. Even though he was unable to form any coherent thoughts through the feeling of his skull changing shape, he could feel the bones in his jaw popping and stretching as his mouth and nose began to push itself further and further from his face becoming a muzzle. He wanted to claw the skin off his face, but somehow he found the restraint not to.

Finally, he stood there panting, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. After a few moments, he found the willpower to speak.

"Is it over?"

The headmaster chuckled. "Not even close, I'm afraid."

A dull heat began to spread across his body, intensifying until it felt like he was burning alive. He found himself unable to breathe and worse he heard more bones cracking all over his body. He looked down to see his body beginning to expand underneath his robes, pushing up against the cloth until it began to become painfully tight against his body. Soon, the fabric gave way with a sharp ripping noise and fell in tatters to the ground.

Fang looked down at his larger body. It no longer looked human. The muscle structure was something between man and beast and thick red-brown fur covered the entirety of it.

Lightning shot up his spine and he collapsed to the ground once more. He felt the muscles and bones of his tailbone begin to stretch out longer and longer forming a tail. Beneath him, the surging pain also began to center around his crotch. He looked down to see that he was somehow aroused beneath the pain, his cock filled with blood. It started to become redder and redder, filling with more blood to the point where it began to feel like it was going to burst. Fang worried it would at this point. Finally, the point of it began to stretch out into a sharp point as the base of it expanded out, rounding itself into a knot. Thick, white cum began to painfully push its way out slowly becoming hotter and hotter and more and more yellow until feral animal cum was pushing its way out of his now canine phallus. Fang was sure in better circumstances something like this would have been pleasurable, but as of now it he found himself whining in agony.

Then it all stopped. He sat there waiting for some new pain to begin in a part of his body but after nothing happened for a few minutes, he stood and looked at the headmaster.

"Hmmm, what a fine specimen you make. I must say, I do believe I made the right decision."

Fang tried to speak back in defiance, but all that he found he could do was make an angry growl.

The headmaster walked forward. "Oh is that any way to treat your new master?"

Fang snapped at his face.

The headmaster sneered. "Disappointing." He turned and walked out of the cell. "Guards shall be along in a few hours to put you in a larger cell with the other students who I've had to discipline. I'm sure they're quite looking forward to their new friend." Slowly the light faded as he walked down the hallway leaving Fang standing in darkness. The hisses and howls of beasts- of others like him- echoed through the silence.