FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"I ain't finding any single thing that connects these people together." Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time that day. Files of missing people from the surrounding area cluttered his desk, pages strewn across in uneven piles. His superiors tasked him and his partner with locating them, but he hadn't the foggiest idea where to start.

"Right? They've all got different hair styles and colours, different levels of education..." Malachi huffed, various papers in each hand. "Hell, even the species are different! This one's a dingo, and this one's a flamingo."

Frankie leaned back in his swivel chair, hands behind his head as his glasses slid down his nose. "Maybe they all rhyme with each other."

"That only makes sense if you think 'flamingo' sounds similar to 'elephant'." The pages fell unceremoniously from Malachi's hands as he slackened his grip. "Nothing. There's genuinely nothing here." He screwed his eyes shut in frustration as he rubbed his temples, colours dancing in his vision from the pressure. "How'd we go from busting a ring of werewolves circulating fake silver bullets to a simple missing persons case?"

"Because the guys upstairs think it's supernatural in some way, therefore our superiors gave us the case." Frankie stared at the framed letter of commendation on the wall of his office; he'd gotten it after helping a disoriented ghost find their way back to their local haunt, after which he used the letter to apply to this detective agency. "Look, we're both in our mid-twenties, and while I started a few years before you did, I ain't been here all that much longer. We're gonna get crap jobs until we prove ourselves, so we just gotta do the best we can in order to get to the fun stuff."

"I guess..." Determined not to be there all night, Malachi planted his hands on the desk to look over the files again, careful not to accidentally hit the black-furred wolf's computer. Still, no matter how much he scanned every single page, nothing stood out to him. "I'm gonna be completely honest with you, I'm totally stumped here."

Frankie flicked his eyes to the tiger. "Maybe we oughta ask the Sasquatch for some help."

The comment caught Malachi off-guard, whose face scrunched up in confusion upon hearing it. "How's HR gonna help us here?"

Frankie's mouth opened without a sound escaping it. He realized his mistake immediately "No, the other Sasquatch."

"Oh, Bill." Malachi palmed his face. "Nah, he's on a well-deserved vacation with his kids right now. I'd rather not bother him with this."

As much as it stung him to concede, Frankie was ready to throw in the towel. "We've been at this for half a day and we ain't any closer to figuring this shit out." He sighed, turning his head to look at the open window bringing cool, night air into his stuffy office. "I only got another fifteen minutes in me before I call it."

Malachi was more than ready to give up as well. The hunt for any clue to help them with the case wore them out faster than either of them anticipated, and he just about quit right then until he noticed a peculiar detail that the two victims in his hands had in common. "Hey, can you pass me the other files real quick?"

Frankie instantaneously slammed his feet on the ground as he swiveled around to face the cat. "Did you find something?" He asked with bated breath.

"I might have." Malachi's eyes widened in disbelief. Of course something had to pop out at him in the literal final moments of his work day.

With a fervor that he lacked for the previous few hours, Frankie hastily organized the other files before presenting them to his partner. "God, I ain't able to take anymore of this. You gotta have something or I'm gonna snap!"

Malachi grabbed the papers and lined them up beside one another, finger shooting from one to the next one in a matter of seconds. His eyes bulged out more with every page that he looked at. "Holy shit, I did find something!"

Frankie jumped from his chair, nearly toppling his monitor as he raced to see what the stripey cat found. "How did we not notice anything sooner? Tell me you got something big!"

"I think I can actually answer both of those at the same time." Malachi triumphantly pointed to the first person's biography. "Look, all their blood types are the same!"

Like a leaky balloon, Frankie felt his enthusiasm deflate in a split-second. "Oh, well I guess it's something..."

Malachi cleared his throat. "Look again." He gestured the lupine to the desk with his head. "They're all AB-."

Frankie did in fact see what his partner was saying, but he didn't understand the significance of the find. "I... I ain't getting it."

"It's the rarest normal blood type that a person can have."

"Oh!" The gears in Frankie's head suddenly turned when he heard that. "So you think that's the connection?"

Malachi shrugged. "It has to be. What else is there?"

Frankie stroked his chin in thought. "We ain't gotta search too hard now for the culprit behind the kidnappings then. That narrows it down quite a bit." He walked to the centre of the room in order to pace around it; he often did that when he processed ideas.

"Wait, what?" Malachi's eyes followed the wolf. "There's only one obvious answer, who else are you thinking of?"

Frankie adjusted his trench coat. "There's a whole host of bloodsuckers out there, and we ain't know for sure what's causing this. It could be Chupacabra-"

"He's on house arrest in Tijuana." Malachi rested his hands on his wide hips. "Try again."

Frankie swallowed. He hadn't expected the tiger to be knowledgeable about the cryptids that the agency watched over. "Alright then, Manananggal."

"Dude, she_hates_ it here! We couldn't get her in the country even if we invited her to a party in her honour."

Having his suggestions continually get shot down left Frankie feeling dispirited. He sighed and slumped his shoulders. "You're certain it's vampires then?"

"We already know they're here. Hell, several even work in this building." Malachi pointed to the room beside theirs.

"Alright, have a look who it could be then." Frankie threw their handbook of monsters at his partner while he took his seat at his computer. Every detective was given a manual when they joined, and there wasn't a day that went by where they didn't use it.

Malachi thumbed through the book until he got to the right section. "Hmm, this continent seems to be clear of regular vampires on the hunt for people for whatever reason, so I think we're dealing with the followers of some god. That means..." His finger slid down the page until he found what he was looking for. "Aha, Sanguinus! Wow, that name is incredibly on the nose..." He mumbled under his breath.

Frankie booted up the agency's database. "Okay, gimme some details then. We don't got time to spare here."

"Let's see." Malachi flicked the desk lamp on. "Eldritch god... Followers ousted from country and moved to new world... Oh, it says that there needs to be twelve sacrifices in order to summon him!"

"Specifically that blood type though?"

Malachi's eyes darted around the page. "Doesn't say, so I guess the cultists think that the rarest blood type must be the best."

"And we have eleven missing people..." Information boxes popped up on Frankie's screen as his fingers flew across the keyboard. "Hey, we actually have one last person with that blood type in the city."

Malachi cringed. "It's disturbing that we have that kind of data about people."

"Alright, we got the apartment's address." Frankie punched out a note in his phone. "Come on, we gotta go now!"

***

"Shit, we're too late!" Frankie swung the apartment's open door as far as it would go, displaying the ransacked flat to the pair of detectives.

Malachi daintily stepped around the cluttered debris as he made his way inside. "Question becomes 'by how much'?"

Frankie took a different direction than the tiger, making sure to check every room for anything that could help identify what took place. The bedroom that he found himself in was immaculately kept. Linen sheets perfectly enveloping the bed, carpet freshly vacuumed, electronic devices left unmoved... Everything he saw suggested that the struggle didn't make it that far. "Huh, I don't think they were here."

"Washroom and closet are clean." Malachi called out to the black-furred lupine as he made his way back. "It's just the main area of the apartment that got hit."

"Good to know." Frankie shoved some of the refuse aside with his foot. "I guess we oughta scan this place top to bottom if we wanna-" He froze when he saw that the microwave door was open and that something was inside. It was the meal that the victim was about to eat before being abducted, only the plate was still hot. "Holy shit, this was heated up just now!"

Malachi gasped. "We're not too late then." He spied the open window above the sink and darted to it to see if he could glean anything and just so happened to witness several hooded men close the trunk of their car with someone inside. "They're right there!"

"What?" Frankie yelped when he felt the sleeve of his trench coat tugged in the opposite direction.

"Come on!" Malachi yanked his partner into a run and raced to their car, seeing the tires of the mystery vehicle squeal onto the road mere seconds after they got there. "Let's move!"

Frankie slammed on the gas as soon as they entered his car, the engine roaring to life in an instant. Both of them were lucky that the roads were quieter in the night as they had to keep a high speed just to be able to catch up to the kidnappers.

Malachi grew more worried the further that they drove outside the city limits. "Damn, how far out is their operation?"

"Beats the fuck outta me." The winding road only got worse as Frankie slowed down a bit just to ensure that his vehicle didn't end up in the ditch. "And we lost them too."

In contrast to the canine, Malachi wasn't ready to bow out just yet. "There's gotta be something out here, they wouldn't build a road that leads to nothing." Right on cue, the pair stumble upon a derelict warehouse that had been abandoned years ago when all the factories in the city left for cheaper pastures. "That has to be it. I think I can see tire tracks in the mud up ahead."

Frankie nodded before parking a little further from the building as silently as possible. They crept up to the side entrance of the warehouse, noting the fresh cigarette butts on the ground. This was the cult's base of operations for sure. "Alright, we gotta be light on our feet. They don't know nothing about us being here." As if the universe had other plans, the hinges of the rusted metal door squeaked no matter how far it swung.

Malachi grimaced, both at the sound and the possibility of already being found out. "Okay, starting now."

The two of them quietly inched through the desolate building, noting that some products had been left there by whatever company used to own the place.

"Some of these boxes have been opened recently." Frankie pointed to the obvious disturbance of dust on one package.

"Makes sense that they'd use candles. Very cultish thing to utilize." Malachi kept as low to the ground as he could, wanting to be small while looking around so as to not arouse suspicion.

They started getting into the heart of the warehouse when Frankie's ears picked up chanting. "Dude." He gasped, clutching the feline's shoulder. "This way!" He tugged his partner down a hallway to a much larger room, likely where all the packaging took place.

That's when they saw the numerous cultists all gathered around an impeccably built shrine, chanting something in a language that neither of them understood. On Frankie's instruction, the pair of them snuck in a little further, using the loud intonations as a cover for their footsteps.

"Kidnapped victims at ten o'clock." Malachi gestured with his head. "Looks like they're all unconscious." His eyes dropped to his phone, texting the agency to explain where they were and what was happening. "Backup's coming in fifteen."

"Oh, we got the fuckers now." Frankie's mouth contorted into a sinister smile as he stepped closer to the ritual taking place. His stride was deliberate and focused, to the point where he wasn't entirely paying attention to the world around him as his eyes were trained on the hooded figures situated around their altar. As such, he missed the empty glass bottle right in front of his path, sending him hurtling to the ground as it rolled his foot out from under him.

Malachi froze; he wanted to help, but he didn't want to give away his position just yet as they were outnumbered.

"Fuck..." Frankie internally chastised himself as the cult members all turned in his direction. He pushed himself to his feet as fast as he could. "Alright, you sons of bitches, you're going away for a long time for these kidnappings." His face twisted into a snarl. "Don't go running off either, this place is surrounded."

"Aw shit, he's bluffing now." Anxiety tore at Malachi, who both wanted to help but didn't want to get caught at the same time.

Not falling for the ruse, the hooded figures bolted for the closest door as the candles were simultaneously snuffed out by a mysterious force, much to Frankie's chagrin. "Hey, I ain't saying shit for nothing!" He took off after the cultists, only to slip on candle wax and go flying into the shrine, destroying it in the process.

That was what got Malachi out of hiding and sprinting to the lupine. "Shit, Frankie, are you okay?"

"Oh..." Frankie weakly groaned as he tried to push himself to his hands and knees. "Not gonna lie, that hurt way more than I thought it would. I ain't felt this sore in ages."

"You did take a nasty tumble." Malachi hoisted the canine's arm around his shoulders, attempting to get him standing. "Help is on the way, they'll get you sorted out."

Unbeknownst to either of them, Frankie happened to stop the cult members at the apex of the ritual - right as their god was being summoned. It saved the victims from having their physical matter used to give the entity a tangible form, but the demonic energy still had to go somewhere, and the wolf happened to be the closest living thing that stayed still long enough. The god was far too weak to impose himself upon his unintentional host, but he would still make his presence known soon enough.

Whether Frankie was ready for it or not.

***

Mornings were not Frankie's friend. He groggily shut the alarm on his phone off before rolling his feet to the edge of the bed, trying to use that as a way to get himself sitting up. The achiness from the previous nights hadn't abated in the slightest and it made him feel like he was run over by a truck.

Still, he had work to get to. He trudged to the washroom as quickly as his legs would carry him. The act of getting himself ready in the morning was second nature to him by this point, where he could turn on the shower and shuck his clothes off while barely being awake.

"Oh, that's it." Frankie groaned in delight as the warm water cascaded down his tired form. He reveled in the steamy heat it provided, waking up a bit as he inhaled it. It was just enough to revive his essence and get the rest of his day started.

While his employers required that he couldn't sport casual clothing while working in the building, they weren't so strict as to dictate exactly what he should wear. He was grateful for not needing a tie.

But that didn't mean that the rest of it was enjoyable to him. He struggled more than usual to get into his dress shirt for some unknown reason, leading him to take it off and inspect if it shrunk in the wash. He couldn't locate any signs of shrinkage, but he did happen to find the cause, and it was infinitely more shocking.

Mouth agape, Frankie clutched his bicep, noting how it actually possessed some mass when it didn't before. In fact, his whole body was ever so slightly defined. He adjusted his glasses to see if his eyes were telling the truth and was baffled when they were. What was going on?

He didn't have much time to ponder the reason before a second alarm from his phone told him that he needed to have eaten by now. In a panic, he threw on a polo shirt and grabbed some fruit on the way out of the door. He didn't want to be late again!

***

Frankie's mind was in a haze for the rest of the morning, barely paying attention to the paperwork piled in front of him. No matter how hard he tried, his desk stayed a mess.

A sudden knocking of his door broke his concentration. "Hey." Malachi entered the office, his face alight. "So you heard we got them?"

Frankie shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the mental fog. "Uh, who're we talking about?"

"The cultists! The reinforcements we got the other night at the warehouse managed to track them all down within the span of three hours. Not a single one escaped!" Malachi beamed. "Can you believe it?"

"Wow." Frankie blinked in surprise. "That's actually impressive. I thought we ain't never see them again."

"Yeah, no, those guys are good at what they do." The feeling of satisfaction coursing through Malachi marginally fizzled out when he noticed the mountain of pages on his partner's desk. "Hey, are you good? You've barely touched your work."

Frankie's head fell to his hands. "I'm all fucked up from two nights ago, man. I might have to pull some overtime to get this shit done."

Malachi pursed his lips before checking the time on his phone. "Hey, I got an idea. So we've got about four hours left in our shift, yeah? I've really got nothing to do at the moment, so why don't I take half and then we can be done early?"

"Yeah..." Frankie rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, okay, I like that idea." He gazed up at the tiger wearing a tired expression on his face. "Thanks."

"Not a problem." Malachi effortlessly grabbed half of the stack for himself, though something about the wolf's clothing caught his eye in the process. "Say, you might wanna head on down and pick up some more shirts. That one looks a little tight on you."

His mind still a tad cloudy, Frankie looked down at his shirt before he understood what the striped cat was getting at. "Oh yeah, it feels tight. I must've gotten distracted and fucked up the laundry somehow."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, I don't think anyone else's noticed." Malachi offered the lupine a friendly pat on the shoulder. "You should think about finishing that stuff and hitting the hay early tonight. You did a number on yourself."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks." Frankie muttered as his partner left. His gaze trailed down to the clock on his desktop, loathing how slowly the numbers were ticking down. As much as he wanted to get his work done and over with, the slowly increasing time kept his attention, to the point where he felt his eyelids drooping.

It took him everything that he had in him to not pass out at his desk then and there.

***

Exhaustion was the only thing that Frankie's body was capable of feeling as he closed his apartment door behind him. He sluggishly tugged his shirt off and undid the fly of his pants, letting them fall unceremoniously to the floor as he walked to the restroom. First he'd hit the can, then he was off to bed.

It was while he was washing his hands that he noticed something peculiar - he looked even bigger than he did this morning. It wasn't like he was as huge as some of the enforcers that he worked with - who had to be massive to maintain peace in the face of terrifying entities who wanted nothing more than to destroy everything - but it was definitely noticeable enough to catch the focus of someone that he knew if they happened to see him now.

But he didn't have the energy to do a thorough investigation of himself; he was ready to wait until the morning to look himself over more closely.

His new musculature did feel nice in his grasp, however.

***

"Huh."

It had been two days since Frankie really took a good, long look at himself in his bathroom mirror, and he was shocked to discover that, not only had the size that he'd gained not gone away, but that he'd still grown bigger. He might've been wearing a T-shirt, but he could easily see how his pectorals bulged through the increasingly tighter fabric. And that wasn't mentioning his arms, which looked like he'd been slinging weights around in his local iron pit. To him, they were huge! He took off his shirt for a closer inspection of his torso.

That was when he made an even more shocking discovery - he now had multiple sets of nipples running down the trunk of his body. A quick tug on one of them proved that they were real. That felt impossible; those things don't just materialize out of nowhere! It made him wonder what else about him had changed.

Frankie let his hands roam around the rest of his body, stopping when he let them wander past the waistband of his sweatpants. His thighs - once flabby and unassuming - were rock hard, billowing out with densely packed muscle. He'd never had this happen before, even when he was on the track team in high school. His hamstrings rounded out an impressive set of quads, ones that would likely-

He gasped when he felt his ass. Out of reflex he tensed both cheeks, giving him the opportunity to experience what a set of glutes rippling with corded power felt like.

And his tail! Frankie twisted his body around to verify that, yep, even that was thickening too, though it was lengthening at the same time. The hair on it wasn't as long either. He discovered that he could actually move the tip a bit if he thought hard about it, which he found to be actually pretty cool. These changes weren't all that bad if he was honest.

But he still wanted more time to really scrutinize his sudden transformation, and he couldn't do that if he had to head to work. For the first time in a while, he picked up his phone and decided that he wasn't going in. "Hey Mary, I think I'm gonna call out today." He prodded a prodigious pectoral while he listened to what the receptionist said to him. "Yeah, I don't got nothing pressing to do." More silence came from his end as he waited. "Okay, thanks." One phone call down, one more to go.

Crap, voicemail. "Yo, Malachi. I ain't gonna be in today, but if you can get out early, swing by my place. I got something you gotta see for yourself." An errant thought creeped into his head as he started wrapping up his call. "Oh and, bring the manual."

***

"Wow." Malachi sat on the sofa while he looked at his partner's ongoing transformation. "How long do you think this has been going on for?"

"Dunno. Couldn't say for certain." Frankie shrugged, not used to the way his larger shoulder muscles bunched up.

Malachi's eyes scanned all parts of his partner's physique, taking every little aspect in even through the material of the shirt. "Yeah, beats me. I only know about what creatures look like post-transformation."

"Well, at least I ain't gotta worry about much since I got a job at a place that deals with this sorta shit." Frankie sighed.

Malachi got up and padded over to where the wolf was standing for a closer observation. "I'm surprised you're so calm about these changes."

"Why shouldn't I be? We literally got a werewolf in our building who's been running the accounting department since the early fifties. This shit ain't that special no more."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Malachi stood in front of the canine, his chin in the crook of his thumb and index finger. Possible ideas explaining this affliction swirled throughout his head, but none of them had enough sticking power to end up being the most feasible. There was one thought that pierced through the others, though, and that was the instruction that he'd been given earlier in the day. "Oh, why did you want me to bring the manual with me?"

Frankie's face lit up. "Because I got a hunch. Now, I don't know nothing about transformations and stuff, but none of this happened until after we busted the kidnappers."

"Oh, the vampire cultists!" Despite not being an idea that he came up with on his own, Malachi immediately realized that it was the most obvious answer.

"Bingo." Frankie clasped his hands together. "Now bring the book over and see if I'm right."

Malachi rummaged through his bag left at the door until he found the manual. "Okay, here we go." He flipped through the pages at a breakneck pace, hitting the part of the book about vampires in a matter of seconds. "You know, I don't think I actually saw the picture of this guy before." There wasn't any way for him to predict what he was about to witness as he turned the page.

His eyes bulged as wide as saucers when he first laid his gaze on the god's picture. The drawing in their guidebook was incredibly detailed, and it needed to be in order to show the grotesque, chimeric form of the vampire. Huge, leathery bat wings spanning wider than his arms could reach, an imposing horse head with demonically red eyes, a mismatch of bat claws on his feet and hoof nails on his hands... Who was this guy? "I think you need to see this for yourself."

Puzzled at the tiger's bewildered expression, Frankie accepted the book, only to instantaneously understand what his partner was surprised about. "Oh fuck, it's like someone was let loose on a character creator!"

"But it matches perfectly." Malachi took the manual back when the lupine was done with it. "You're gaining the size for sure, and you're also getting the thicker tail, which the text here says is prehensile." He squinted at the writing, internally cursing the size of the font. "Oh hey, it also mentions his fur colouring as well." He shot his eyes at his friend. "Check your wrists."

"My wrists?" Frankie did as he was instructed, only to be shocked at what he saw. "Hey, I think there is something here." Sure enough, a faint gradient coloured his wrists, progressively becoming a little bit redder until it reached the edge of his hands. "Damn, this is more subtle than I thought it'd be."

Malachi scrunched up his face, his eyes flipping between the page and the wolf. "I don't think that's all. The book says the horse's head is brown, and it looks like yours is turning that colour too."

"Really?" Frankie instinctually touched his face. "I ain't noticed a thing up there this morning."

"Well, if all this happened since the ritual, then it stands to reason that things will continue to change until you resemble this god." The text grabbed Malachi's attention once more, his eyebrow cocked as he read the passage. "At least you don't have the extra nipples yet. That actually seems weirder than a lot of his other traits."

"Oh, that happened already." Frankie stated matter-of-factly, lifting his shirt to not only display the sculpted musculature of his torso, but also those nips in two columns running down his front.

Malachi pursed his lips at the sight. "Okay, I guess I spoke too soon." Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him that alarm that he had set earlier was going off. "Oh fuck!" He panicked, gathering his stuff into his bag. "Look, I made a deal with the boss that I'd stay a bit late tonight if I could come out this way after lunch, but he didn't give me long. I gotta get going, but I'll see you tomorrow since I know you're going in yet."

"Wait, don't you got something to do tomorrow?" The memory was faint, but Frankie could swear that the striped feline mentioned something about an appointment.

Malachi froze. "Shit, you're right. I'm gonna be out of town all day." He slung his bag over his shoulders as he grabbed the door handle. "The day after, then. And call me if something bad happens!"

Frankie watched as his partner bolted out into the hallway, the door swinging shut behind him. It left him alone in the room, confused as to what to do next. Should he say something to someone else? He wasn't even sure how far his transformation would take him. Would it be over by the end of the day and leave him nothing to worry about? That'd be fantastic, but his progression trended towards him receiving the whole package.

So that left him with several options. Does he mention something and maybe get it fixed? Does he ride it out and just get used to the changes? Could he even get used to this?

A quick grope of his ass told him 'maybe'.

***

"It's at this point that I feel this might be a problem." Frankie sighed. His transformation marched onward, leaving him more beast than man in appearance. His height skyrocketed since the cat was last over, now towering over his partner by several feet. Though, that was overshadowed by the intense amount of herculean bulk packed onto his behemothian frame. He'd shot straight past the physique of a linebacker and into a territory of his own; from head to toe he was stuffed with dense muscle mass, to the point where some muscle groups fought to maintain space. All of this happened in two days!

But that wasn't the extent of it. Gigantic, demonic-looking wings sprouted out of his mountainous back, pelt thick and black as night. He struggled with how best to store them when walking around. His head looked more brown horse than black wolf now, though his glasses miraculously stayed on his squarish muzzle. He wondered when his eyes would eventually change from their natural brown colour.

Speaking of colour, Frankie had red highlights on various parts of his body now. The tips of his bat wings looked like they were stained with the crimson essence of blood, while the gradient on his wrist had also grown onto his ankles, the colour intensified.

And of course, there was his tail. Gone was the fluffy wolf tail that would wag when he was happy about something. Now he possessed a thick, almost monkey-like appendage that he could manipulate like his limbs. It wasn't to a great extent, but he discovered that he could pick up a few heavy things around his apartment.

Malachi's eyes focused on the nearly naked chimera in front of him, noting how the only clothes that fit him were the sweatpants worn earlier in the week. "Complete understatement, but I'm glad you finally agree with me." He rested his head on his hand. "You gonna see the specialists now?"

"Eh," Frankie's mind waffled at the suggestion, "I don't think I gotta until, like..." He tried to think of any excuse that popped into his head. "I dunno, I'm fifty feet tall, or I sprout tentacles or something?"

"It tickles me that you actually have a limit." Malachi rubbed his eyes. "Seriously though, we have colleagues who know the ins and outs of transformations. Let's see what they can do for you."

Frankie rubbed a sumptuous arm, a bit embarrassed by how much he liked the feeling of it. "I dunno, man. I mean, they're usually busy, right?" He attempted to reason with the tiger, not sure if he was succeeding. "It's not like it's deadly or anything either."

"How could you even know if it is?" Malachi quirked a brow.

"I ain't unconscious on the ground right now. That's gotta count for something."

Malachi forced air out of his nostrils, his expression becoming unimpressed. "You're impossible." He returned his attention to the manual on his lap. "Jeez, so much has happened to you, and you're still not done yet!"

"Seriously?!" Frankie couldn't believe that his ordeal wasn't over yet. "I'm fucking huge though. How much bigger could I possibly get?"

"This guy's nine feet tall, and you haven't even grown two on top of what you had before." The drawing of the god looked impossible to Malachi, yet he was fully aware that such a being could exist. "And he's even buffer too..."

Frankie shook his head in disbelief. "Motherfucker looks like some kinda freaky bodybuilder."

Malachi poured over the drawing with great intent, trying to glean as much information about his partner's eventual form, only for his cheeks to grow flush when he noticed a detail that he somehow missed before. "Uh, what's your... junk look like?"

The question stunned Frankie. "Excuse me?"

"Just..." Malachi sighed. "Just look." He thrust the open guidebook in the transforming wolf's direction, drawing completely unobscured.

He wasn't sure what to expect at first, but Frankie's eyes traced the vampire god's form until he saw it - a long, girthy cock, flared like a horse's would be, but with feline barbs at the end. And it was flaccid too! "What the..." He instantly pulled the waistband of his sweatpants out to check for himself. "Okay, mine's definitely longer than it was, but it don't got that other shit on it."

"God, you did that right in front of me..." Malachi buried his face in his hands, mortified that he was inches away from his friend's cock.

"Ah, don't act like you ain't liking it." The knowledge of his lengthier pillar excited Frankie, and that energy coursed through his veins. It made him feel good.

That caught Malachi off-guard, being taken aback by the brazen remark. "Uh, that was_way_ bolder than you usually are."

Frankie froze in place, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. "Shit, was it?"

Operating on a hunch, Malachi grabbed the book and scoured through the description again, finding exactly what he was looking for. "Oh, this guy's an aggressive one. That's what that was."

"Well, fuck. I hope I ain't doing that too often." Frankie grimaced at the thought of adopting the vampire's mannerisms, hoping that they didn't bleed through his own personality too much.

It was then that another detail became of interest to Malachi, catching his attention out of the corner of his eye. "Says here that he's actually a keen flier. Apparently barely anyone saw him walking if he didn't need to."

Frankie instantly perked up upon hearing that, his chest heaving from his enthusiastic breaths. "Oh, I wanna try that!"

Malachi felt panic overtake him. "Now?!"

Frankie took a seat beside the fretting tiger, wrapping a brawny arm around the cat's comparatively tiny shoulders. "Ah, don't sweat anything. It's night out now, who cares?"

"But..." Malachi sputtered. "You wanna do that here?"

"Course not! I ain't gonna fit out that tiny window!" Frankie chuckled, pulling his partner into his body. "We go to the roof, obviously."

Malachi then turned to the chimera, bewilderment on his face. "But, how are we gonna get you to the roof?"

Frankie paused; he hadn't thought that far ahead yet. "Oh fuck, that's a good question."

***

"Damn, feels fucking nice to finally stretch my wings out." Frankie breathed a sigh of relief as he swung open the door to the roof. "My pad was getting kinda cramped."

"At least the stairwell had some room to manoeuvre, though you can't live there." Malachi blinked a few times as the night air hit him in the face, only to open his eyes to the enormous wingspan of the chimera in front of him. Stretched tip-to-bloody-tip, his partner measured wider than he was tall. "God, that's terrifying to witness."

Frankie smirked, gazing up at the crescent moon. "I dunno how I ain't noticed how nice the nights were before."

"I'd wager that it's because vampires aren't the biggest fans of sunlight." Malachi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Now, are you gonna do this or not?"

"Hell yeah!" Frankie's enthusiasm pumped through him like adrenaline, only he stopped when he realized that he had no clue how to even begin. He spread his wings as far as they would go - an act that increasingly became easier to do - and paused. His mind screamed to not even attempt it, but his body was too amped up to stop now. All it took was a few bounding leaps to make him airborne, soaring above the city while the people below him didn't even register his presence. He felt free.

Malachi couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him; his partner was actually flying by the power of those enormous wings, well enough to look like he'd been doing it his whole life. "Holy shit..." It made him envious as it looked like a lot of fun.

An impish grin grew across Frankie's face as he saw the feline on the rooftop gawking at his newfound ability, giving him an excellent idea. He angled back towards the building and swooped down low, the cat in his sights.

It took Malachi an embarrassingly long amount of time to register what the chimera was up to, not giving any chance to duck out of the way before he was snatched off of his feet. His eyes bugged out wide when he saw the cityscape underneath him, hating the fact that the only thing preventing him from plunging to his death was his partner. "You fucking piece of shit, put me down!"

"Relax," Frankie snickered, "you're safe with me." Indeed, his rippling arms had wrapped tight around the tiger, preventing him from going anywhere. He could tell that the other man knew that as well as he felt the squirming come to a stop. Now they could both enjoy the ride.

The cool air whooshed past them both as the changing wolf dipped and rose, shooting past skyscrapers as his wings flapped and glided when needed. He was amazed at the control that he had over them.

Eventually, his feet longed to touch the ground again and he landed back on the rooftop. While he relished in the thrill of defying gravity like he never had before, the feline looked pale through his fur and had fallen to his hands and knees.

Frankie chuckled. "You doing alright?" He gently patted the tiger's back.

"Only if you promise never to do that to me again!" Malachi heaved, but his lunch gratefully remained inside of him.

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do." Frankie cheekily stuck his tongue out. His playfulness didn't last long, however, as it was only at that moment that reality came crashing back down on him - he was going to outgrow his apartment in a couple days. "Shit, I'm still gonna get bigger, right? I ain't gonna fit here no more if I do!"

"Tell you what," Malachi panted, though finally catching his breath, "you can crash at my place, but you seriously can't do that again."

The decision was a no-brainer for Frankie. "Alright, deal."

***

It had been eight full days since Frankie and Malachi took down the cult operation at the warehouse, giving the wolf just over a week to infuse with the essence of the vampire god that the members tried to summon. The transformation might have been slow, but one wouldn't even recognize him now if they saw him.

Frankie towered over everything in his path at an even nine feet, though his imposing stature benefitted a lot from the colossal amount of bulk piled onto his broad frame. Every muscle bulged out with demonic energy as he moved, stretching his hide thin as it tried to contain it all.

His pectorals were the obvious standout, each a slab of beef as big as a boulder, though easily able to crush one between them if given the chance. Not wanting to go unnoticed, his abs also packed on heft, doming out into a powerful tortoise shell of a gut that could turn concrete to rubble with meager force applied. His arms were the jewel in his crown as his biceps rose into prodigious split peaks thicker than steel cable, while his triceps swelled out into firm croissants that dominated any space they existed in.

Quadriceps bigger than watermelons tensed with every step, rippling with power as they fought with each other for room. His ass rounded out into dimpled globes that easily weighed more than a person did and could bodycheck a car with little effort. Even his calves prospered from the transformation, surging into the perfect teardrop shape that others worked for years to achieve. And it was all rounded off by his genitals, swollen to just over a foot in length with virile masculinity and paired with pendulous orbs that hung low to his knees with churning chimeric seed.

But size wasn't the only thing that he gained; all of the god's other attributes grew in, adorning his mammothian physique with infernal flourishes. That prehensile tail of his bloated thick with muscularity, easily able to pick up a couple people without trying. His feet became bat-like to perch with, embellished with claws that could gut someone like a fish. Matching his now boxy, horse-shaped head, his fingernails each morphed into something resembling hoofs that had been sharpened into points. The hair on his head stiffened into a straight, black mohawk well above his ears, while his eyes pierced the darkness with their devilish red glare. It almost seemed like the cultists were successful in their endeavours by how the wolf now looked.

Almost. Despite Frankie taking on the appearance and some mannerisms of the vampire god, it was still him on the inside, and he made damn sure to keep as much of himself intact. This was his body! He wasn't about to let the spikes ripping out of his spine or the razor-sharp fangs jutting out of his mouth make him act any different.

Malachi studied the description of the god in their manual, eyes flicking to and from the transformed wolf in front of him. "I really hate to admit it, but you're the spit of him now."

"At least it means I ain't gotta go through no more." Frankie groaned, his rolling basso voice booming from his chest. The changes surprised him in ways that he'd never have thought of. He couldn't believe that simply trying to touch his pecs was difficult now due to the sheer amount of muscle mass in the way.

"Since you're done, I genuinely think it's best if you saw the specialists at work now." Malachi set the book on his table. "Let them examine you as completely as they need to just in case something like this happens again in the future."

It was the last thing that Frankie wanted to do, but he knew how meticulous the tiger could be when it came to research. "Fine, I will." He huffed, still thinking that it wasn't necessary.

"Good, I'm glad." Malachi felt like he'd just won an uphill battle. "I'll go give them a shout and explain what's up. It won't take too long."

Frankie watched the striped feline amble over to his phone, blissfully unaware of the discomfort that the changes had brought on. Unbeknownst to his partner, he wasn't feeling so hot, and he'd been trying to hide the fact for some time now. His mind drowned in a mental fog caused by something that he couldn't accurately describe, and the more that time passed the more that Frankie struggled to stay collected, to the point that he collapsed onto the back of a chair. "Oh fuck..." His head pounded as his heart rate rose.

Malachi saw this happen and immediately sprinted over to help. "Hey, you good?" He attempted to stabilize the hulking chimera, though it was an impossibility due to being outweighed by nearly a ton.

"I feel woozy, like I ain't ever felt before." Frankie gripped the sides of his head, his fingers recoiling as he still wasn't used to its horse shape. "It's like my body is hungry, but it's almost... more than that somehow." An idea suddenly rocketed to the front of his brain. "You think it might be because I need to consume blood since I'm a vampire now? Because I haven't at all after busting the summoning."

Malachi paused for a moment, rubbing his chin in thought. "It might be a bit of a stretch to assume that right away, but there are blood substitutes that our work provides to the other vampires on staff. We'll get you some in around fifteen minutes if you're serious about it."

"I ain't sure I can wait that long." Frankie clutched his forehead as his vision grew blurry. "I think I need you to help me with this."

It didn't take Malachi long to understand what his partner was getting at, but he wasn't happy with the idea. The thought of sticking his neck out to have his blood sucked was one of the last things that he wanted to do in his life. "You're kidding, right?"

Frankie's breathing turned into staccato pants, the pace of which only increasing. "I don't think I know how to joke about something like this."

As much as he hated being stuck in this situation, Malachi couldn't let his friend succumb to these alien sensations brought on by his transformation. "Alright, fine." He relented. Hesitantly, he pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal his slender neck, covered in orange, black, and white fur. "Man, this is so old-fashioned."

"Agreed," Frankie sighed, carefully grabbing hold of the stripey feline's head and shoulder, "but I appreciate you helping me. I don't think I got the strength to do this alone."

"I know, I didn't want you to suffer." Malachi took a deep breath in order to steel his nerves. "But that doesn't mean that I'm doing this more than once. I'm only letting you do this now because I trust you. After this, you're getting those substitutes from work."

"Deal!" A wave of calm overtook Frankie as if a giant weight had been lifted off of his broad shoulders. He then focused his efforts on the tiger in front of him, carefully lining his fangs up with his partner's neck. Slowly, but surely, he inched forward, uncertain how this would feel for either of them. Tooth touched flesh shortly thereafter, but he hadn't pierced through the cat's hide yet. He gingerly pressed down, barely applying any force from his perspective, but it was enough to poke right through the feline's pelt, causing him to yelp and wince from the pain.

Malachi crumpled to the ground, grabbing his neck as he tried not to cry. "Nope, you're done!" He couldn't mask the agony in his voice. That hurt as much as he'd always imagined that it would.

It was as if Frankie's body forgot about feeling weak as panic coursed through his veins. "Shit, did that actually hurt?" He felt like the biggest asshole in existence and wasn't sure what to do to help. He tried to reach forth to help the tiger to his feet, but his hands were swatted away.

"Yeah, really fucking bad!" A single tear welled up in Malachi's eye, trailing down his furred face as he screwed his eyes shut. "Look, there's some leftover taco meat in the fridge. I know you love that stuff, so just go make something to eat." It took him everything that he had to compose himself enough to stand. "I'm gonna go clean up my wounds." His voice indicated his discomfort as he hobbled off to his washroom.

Defeat punctured Frankie's heart like a stake had been driven through it. Hurting his friend was the last thing that he wanted to do. "Yeah, I'll... go do that."

If there was one shining light in this whole debacle, it was that the pain from Malachi's injury subsided by the time he made it to his restroom. He'd been clutching neck the whole time and couldn't see the damage, though he definitely felt it. The area burned something fierce, though he wasn't sure if it was meant to do that. This was an area of expertise that he didn't have.

He removed his hand to get a look at the stab marks in the mirror, only to notice a mysterious purple substance on his fingers. "Huh?" The strange fluid ran down his hand, indicating that it couldn't have been blood as it was too thin. But it still came from the lesion on his neck, meaning that the only way it could get there was before he covered it, and the only thing that happened before then was getting bitten. Somehow, this came from Frankie, and the image of those pointy fangs immediately clued him into the identity of the liquid.

It was venom, and he must have somehow missed reading about that in the manual. He cursed himself for not being more thorough.

As if that wasn't enough, the wounds closed up in a matter of seconds. He was stunned into silence, not anticipating that at all. It was a medical miracle, but the fact that he couldn't explain terrified him, though what felt worse was that the burning sensation before now spread across the rest of his body. It'd been like he was engulfed in flames, and he had to take off his clothes to try and alleviate the problem.

His body, now open to the cool air of his home, still felt like he was walking on the surface of the sun. What the hell?! He thought about asking Frankie for help, but a sudden twitch in his arm caught his attention. In the blink of an eye, his arm morphed from his regular tiger appendage into something more akin to a fox, one potentially of mythical origin if his now three-clawed hand had anything to say about it.

The alterations didn't stop there as his other limbs followed suit. This paired with the colour of his fur changing most notably on his chest where his bullseye pattern was replaced with a pure snow white. Not a sound escaped from his mouth as his head reshaped itself, also resembling that of some fox, though it started looking familiar. Something about the vulpine attributes coupled with the yellow and white fur tickled his brain. He had to find out what he was turning into.

That would have to wait as Malachi wasn't finished with his changes. While he'd barely had time to settle into his new form, that didn't stop the warmth from swelling inside him. The arm that had first transformed had suddenly blimped out with rock-hard beef, emulating what the chimera's looked like. That was followed by his other limbs doing the same thing as his body desperately tried to stretch itself out to make room for the incoming bulk.

His chest surged like it was being inflated, creaking larger as muscle mass protruded in front of his face. It was firm to the touch; not even his fingers could dent the flesh! His traps rose high above his cannonball-like shoulders, tickling the base of his ears, while his abs tightened into a set of bricks that one could grate cheese on.

He felt his ass balloon underneath his, rising slightly in the air as it got stuffed with kilos of striated muscle. The sheer size of those cheeks really accentuated his feminine hips. His legs continued swelling in sync with his arms, now playing catchup with the rest of his form. They bloated with more and more musculature as the seconds passed. He almost felt like he was going to pop if this didn't end!

But he eventually got his wish. Disoriented from his violent transformation, Malachi tried to push himself to his feet, not used to the massive increase in weight shifting his centre of gravity. The vanity that he used to stabilize himself nearly got pulled from the wall when he grabbed hold of it. He couldn't tell for sure, but he felt like he was still shorter than the vampire.

He then heard Frankie call from nearby. "Hey, I'm sorry." The chimera's footfalls were heard coming down the hallway. "You were right, I was just hungry and hadn't eaten anything all day. I ain't done that in ages so it scared me." Frankie didn't hear anything from the washroom, which felt wrong to him. His gut instinct shifted his body into overdrive, and he hurried the rest of the way. "Hey, are you-" Nothing could've prepared him for what he witnessed.

Hunched over the counter and nearly as wide as he was tall, Malachi finally stumbled to his feet, not accustomed to how large they had become. "Hey."

All thoughts instantly vapourized the moment that he laid eyes on his friend, though he couldn't stop his mouth from saying the first thing that came to mind. "Dude, you look like a creature from that show you used to watch." He snapped his fingers as he tried to remember. "Ah, Renamon, or some shit like that."

All of Malachi's childhood memories of the anime flooded back to him. He could recall the character in vivid detail, but not like this. And somehow it didn't faze him. "You know what? I should be surprised about this, but I'm not."

"See? Now you know how I felt." Frankie smirked, though he knew that he shouldn't gloat about it. But something peculiar came over him the longer that he stared at his friend. The sight of the overmuscled Digimon was really getting him going, erecting his throbbing member in an instant. "I will say that you make the transformation look good, and I mean real good!"

Malachi turned toward the vampire in shock, not able to simply move his head due to his traps locking it forward. "Now that I'm surprised about!"

"I know I ain't ever said anything like that before, but..." Frankie shivered as his flared, barbed cock throbbed with need. "Goddamn dude, you look hot as hell. I mean, you gotta admit that."

"I do wear this bulk well." Malachi fondled what parts of his body that he could reach, his own knotted schlong standing at attention. It was then that he got a second look at his partner. The similarities between his body and the chimera's grew abundant, and he found a new appreciation for the statuesque heft that his friend sported. "And I would be remiss if I didn't say how much your new body presses my buttons." He felt an urge to get closer to the hulking figure.

Frankie moaned lowly as he felt the Digimon's hand grope his colossal bicep, not even grasping most of it. "Then come get a close look." He cooed, beckoning his partner to the living room.

Malachi watched as the vampire spread down on his back, leaving his bulging front open to be manhandled. The idea enticed him, especially wanting to see what those nipples felt like, but another opportunity presented itself. "Tell me, how does this feel?" Completely catching the chimera off-guard, he grabbed hold of one of those bat feet and massaged his thumbs into it.

"Holy fucking shit!" Frankie bit his lip as pleasure roared through his form. "If this is the body of that vampire god or whatever, I ain't got a clue how he's not horny all the time."

"Good." Malachi wryly grinned. He shifted his position and shoved his foot at his friend. "Now do me."

Frankie didn't hesitate to grab the large paw in front of his face. He gripped the sides of it and gave the footpad a lick, eliciting a moan from the Renamon.

"Oh yes, that's perfect!" Malachi's pulsating cock drooled a stream of precum.

Chuckling at how easy it was, Frankie took the big toe into his mouth and sucked on it. The way that his partner's ministrations ceased indicated how euphoric the stimulation was.

Arousal caused Malachi's body to fall limp, but he craved more. He wanted to explore everything that their hulking bodies had to offer. Taking back his foot, he clambered on top of the chimera and positioned his ass at the tip of his partner's leaking pole before slowly impaling himself on it, moaning loudly as the flare and barbs tickled his inner walls the whole way down.

Frankie was beside himself in delight as his fuckmeat was swallowed by the Digimon's hungry tailhole. Every muscle on his body tensed in sync with his pillar getting clenched, though he suddenly found some resistance pushing against his pecs. His friend's pulsating dong slithered into his pec valley, completely unaffected by the tons of force being applied to it by his chest boulders.

Malachi was riding cloud nine from the overstimulation. The way his asshole got reamed thrilled him in ways that he'd never felt before, and the feeling only grew more intense the more that the chimera bucked into it. He made sure to return the favour by clamping down on that member with his globular cheeks.

Being pecfucked by the knot was the most unusual thing that Frankie had felt in his life, but he loved the way it remained rigid while crushed. It would've been the thing that eventually sent him over the edge had his partner not started squeezing his various nipples. Eight fat nips were being twisted and turned like radio dials trying to find a signal, only his was loud and clear and being pumped directly into the pleasure centre of his brain. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, his hips slamming the Renamon's ass and painting that anal cavity with his white, hot cum.

The sensation of his bowels getting flooded with sticky ropes of spunk overwhelmed Malachi, whose own crotch rocket pulsed while gobs of jizz fired from his bulging cum pipe. The vampire's pec cleavage became drenched in his manly essence, barely able to escape from either end as those slabs of beef were flexed to the max. Maybe he shouldn't have worried about the transformation so much after all.

The pair of hunks creamed themselves for another several moments, gripping each other's bulk in horny bliss as they rode out their climaxes. They had to fight to keep their eyelids from closing as emptying their enormous cum tanks took everything that they had. Never before had they felt release this explosive, but they both instinctively knew that they craved doing this again.

Malachi collapsed onto the vampire's sweaty pecs as the turgid endowment slid out of his ass, releasing the flood of cum to pool on the floor. He grinned from ear-to-ear. "Alright, I was wrong. This is awesome."

"Told ya there ain't nothing to worry about." Frankie panted through wheezy chuckles. "We oughta call work and tell them what's up, though. Don't wanna surprise them tomorrow."

As much as Malachi agreed, he had other things on his mind. "After round two."