A Mysterious Gift
A Mysterious Gift
By Apollo Wolf
The following story contains clichés, typos, and bad grammar. Not to mention transformations, yiff, sex between two guys and all that good stuff. So if any of that bothers you I suggest you read no further. For those of you who enjoy, tolerate, or are of legal viewing age to do so... read on.
I woke up early Christmas morning and despite my best efforts I was unable to get back to sleep. When I finally pried myself out from underneath the warm blankets of my bed and staggered to the kitchen to start the coffee maker I, received something of a shock. There, underneath my pitifully small Christmas tree, was a present. The shiny metallic wrapping paper sparkled under the twinkling lights and ornaments on the tree.
I certainly wasn't expecting any presents. I lived alone and wasn't on speaking terms with my family. All of my friends were out of town for the holidays, heck I think me and my neighbor across the hall where the only people left in the entire apartment building. I checked the front door and found that it was still chained and bolted, so nobody could have come in that way. The windows were locked, not that it mattered since my loft was on the fifth floor.
Scratching my head as I bent down to pick it up, I could see my shaggy reflection in the mirrored silver wrapping. The bright red and green ribbons and bow gleamed. In all it was just slightly smaller than a cereal box, I shook it and could hear a small thudding as whatever was inside bounced around. The small yellow tag was the most puzzling, with tidy hand-written script on the back.
"Wesley, I know this is just what you wanted. Merry Christmas! From Santa," I read it aloud.
Santa? This little joke was getting funnier by the moment. Whoever had managed to get the package into my apartment was really going all out. Of course never one to resist a brightly wrapped box I sat down on the floor and tore away the paper. There was nothing remarkable about the green box underneath and the top was quickly tossed aside. I peeled back a few layers of the delicate red tissue paper inside until I finally found it. A dog collar. It was either that or a belt for somebody much thinner than myself.
I pulled the collar out and set the box aside. Just over two feet long and about three inches wide, the black leather had a glossy shine to it. Across its length, every three inches or so was a small metallic stud, and the ornate buckle looked as though it was cast of solid silver. The rich scent of the tanned full grain leather wafted through the air. The last thing I noticed was the two shiny gold tags that dangled from a ring at the collar's midpoint. Each tag was about the size of a silver dollar, only thinner and slightly elliptical. The gold was polished to a mirrored finish; the light glinted off the intricate engraving.
I looked closer at the first one, reading the script out loud. "Canine License, #11-tf-37502. Valid only while worn."
I puzzled that over in my mind; it didn't look at all like other dog licenses I had seen before, of course, it could have been for one from out of state.
The second tag truly stumped me though. In neat cursive the front merely said "Chase"
I dropped the collar immediately and it fell to the floor with a dull thud. This couldn't be. Nobody else could have known that name. At least, not anybody I knew outside of the internet. Chase was the name of my furry personality, the one I used when I talked with other furs online. I had been into anthro for a number of years and had a strong sense of who I was inside. Finally, when I had full access to the net, I found others who had similar interests and everyone online knew me as Chase. But being the shy sensitive type I was taking it slow in meeting up with others in real life.
Slowly, I bent over to pick the collar up. I still couldn't think who could have possible given it to me, or how they got in my apartment, but my curiosity was starting to get the better of me. I ran my fingers across the small hard studs, an electric tingle running up my arm. My feet started to shuffle across the floor, carrying me to my bedroom with out even thinking about it. I stood in front of my dressing mirror and stared down at the leather strap in my hands. I suppose it was now or never. The golden tags tinkled together as I brought the collar up and placed it around my neck. After an awkward attempt to buckle it behind my back I turned it around and fastened it, rotating it forward so the tags hung from the front.
Looking up I made a quick assessment of my appearance in the mirror. Though I spent a fair amount of time in the gym I wasn't exactly muscle bound. Everything about me screamed average, height, build, and everything; I was the type who never got noticed no matter what the environment. I kept my sandy blond hair cropped short, mostly so I didn't have to comb it in the morning. The plain white undershirt I was wearing clung tight to my chest and flat stomach, the red boxer briefs I wore showing of just the slightest bit of my bulge. The black collar that hung around my next stood out against my pale skin, any hint of a summer tan having faded away during the fall.
The collar itself was definitely too big on me, by several inches at least. I could slip it on and off my head with out unbuckling it and it looked more like a thick leather necklace than a collar. Overall the effect wasn't that dramatic. In fact I thought I looked a little silly with it on. You'd have thought that whoever got it for me could have at least gotten the right size. A quirky smile spread across my face and I laughed out loud. I was about to slip the collar off again when I noticed something different. There was a small dark spot on the end of my nose, and it was spreading.
I tried rubbing at it but it didn't come off so I went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. The cold water assured me that I was in fact awake however it didn't help get rid of the discoloration. By now my entire nose was quite black and even starting to distort a bit, swelling up and flattening out at the tip. I leaned in closer to the mirror and suddenly noticed that something was going on with my ears as well. I jerked my head to the side, my hand instantly fondling my ear, even as it became larger and slightly pointed.
I couldn't understand what was happing to me and by now the changes where coming too fast for my mind to catch up. With my head turned to the side to check out my ears, I was able to see the profile of my head change dramatically. My nose continued its change but now appeared to be pushing outward from my face. I practically made my self cross-eyed trying to watch it as it extended before my very eyes. In fact my entire skull looked as though it was flattening out and elongating. My complexion grew darker as small hairs started to sprout, covering my entire face with a layer of fuzz thicker than any beard. If anything the hair was much more like fur than anything else, even my own sandy blond hair was changing to match.
My hands instinctively reached for my face, a face that was no longer my own, but they stopped short when I finally noticed that the modifications to my appearance weren't limited to my head. My hands themselves were changing right before my eyes. Each hand was now quite a bit larger, the fingers thickened and each was slightly shorter than before. My nails had turned a dark black and had lengthened into a more claw-like appearance. The odd growth of fur that had overrun my face was now starting on the backs of my hands and quickly racing up my arms. My palms and fingertips however looked like they were now covered in thick leathery pads.
As the dark fur moved in waves up the length of my arms I could feel every muscle twitch and contract. It was if one by one every muscle was clenching in turn and as it did so each one dramatically increased in size. By the time the pulsing sensation reached my shoulders, even with out the coat of fur, my arms where seriously out of place on my body. Both now had the look of a serious power athlete, each bicep had nearly doubled in size and even along my forearms the definition was clearly visible despite the covering of fur. My chest was hit next as the transformation spread with increasing speed.
My already tight undershirt stretched outward from the sudden increase in mass beneath it. I could hear the seams stretch and strain but they held together as my pectoral muscles grew broader, becoming both wider and longer. Even as I thought about trying to remove the shirt my abs burned, I doubled over as it felt like I had just done an intense set of crunches. When I could stand up straight again, my entire torso looked as though it had lengthened. My t-shirt which had reached down to my waist before now looked like some sort of cutoff as it only came down to the top of my abs. My bare midriff was slowly covered over with a fine layer of fur and as the coat spread over my abs the muscles grew much lager and well defined. While my stomach was flat before, in seconds I had first a six, then an eight-pack of washboard abdominals, my waist tapering down into an exaggerated v shape before the transformation hit my lower half.
The progression of changes continued down my legs, my quads and hamstrings quivering as they expanded. My groin and ass were not passed by however, my glutes firmed up into a solid mass of perfect proportions, my red boxer-briefs slipping down revealing the top most portion of my ass crack. An odd sensation grew at the base of my spine, just above the waistband of my underwear as a small growth pushed its way outward into a decent sized nub. I couldn't help but moan aloud as my crotch contracted, the intense sensation of holding back an orgasm filled my brain as my cock and balls swelled beneath my shorts. The previously unremarkable bulge I had possessed now became an immense mound as my genitals expanded, my cock filling out and moving beneath the fabric to point straight up towards my stomach. In all, my boxer-briefs were now stretched uncomfortably tight as they strained to hold together.
I struggled to catch my breath as the alterations to my body moved on, hitting my knees and calf muscles. The backs of my legs tightened up as I rose up and soon found myself standing on the balls of my feet. As the fur advanced down over my ankles, the bones and joints realigned at a larger angle, the arch of my foot expanding and pushing my ankle back further away from my toes. I carefully lifted one leg and examined my foot a bit closer. The same leather-like pads on my hands had grown on the ball of my foot. The toes had all thickened and drawn in slightly, the big toe migrating several inches up the side of my old foot. The nails had again turned dark and claw-like completing the animalistic appearance my feet now had.
When all the pulsing sensations and changes to my body finally stopped I stood back and stared at the strange reflection that now presented itself in my mirror. The absurdity and complete shock of the whole thing was completely overwhelming. Believe it or not, the first thought that sprang to mind when I saw how different I looked was, "At least the collar fits better now."
I resembled nothing less then some sort of dogboy, half human, half canine. A Doberman by the looks of it. I couldn't believe my eyes, every detail was perfect. This was exactly how I had always pictured my furry self. Large black pointed ears lined with deep chocolate brown sat atop my canine head. Spots of brown also covered the brows over my deep set eyes. My long tapered muzzle extended outward several inches, tipped by a larger glossy black nose. Another swath of brown proceeded down from my lips and across my lower jaw and over my throat, all of it surrounded by thick shiny fur as black as coal. The mysterious collar itself blended in with the dark fur surrounding it, the golden tags and silver studs sparkling like stars in the night.
The short black fur dove underneath the collar and my shirt only to emerge on my arms where it extended down to just past my elbows, fading into brown again that gloved my two large hands...errr paws. I flexed my arms, the short coat of fur still leaving plainly visible the thick muscles and tendons that lay like coiled steel beneath the surface. On my abdomen the deep brown was like an island in the midst of the black. It covered only a small portion of my stomach before sinking to my waist and into my underwear, the red and brown playing off one another.
My legs were truly different than before. My wide powerful stance perched comfortably on just a small portion of my feet. My ankles now serving as an extra joint in my leg, digitigrade, I think it's called. Brown fur covered the interior of my thighs but broke off into black just above my knees before resuming halfway down my claves all the way to the tip of my new toes. All told I was a full seven feet tall, every inch of it as well muscled as any specimen I had ever seen at the gym. And I couldn't get enough of it... I wanted to see more.
I tugged at my t-shirt, accidentally catching it with one of my new claws. With the tension on the fabric from holding in my enlarged chest, the tear quickly spread and the shirt fell away. Except for the brown triangle-shaped patches over each collarbone, the blackness of my expansive chest was total. I ran a paw across my heart; the fur was amazingly soft and tickled the delicate pads on my palms. My mouth hung open, an enlarged tongue hanging past sharpened fangs, as I nearly drooled over my own body as I've never done before. Slowly my gaze drifted lower until it rested on the red mountain of fabric that concealed my cock.
The blunt nub of a tail that I now possessed was wagging rapidly of its own accord as my paws slid down my sides, coming to rest on my waist. I tried to pull down the shorts but found them to be too tight to move. I tugged and tugged but I couldn't get them past my hips. Eventually my frustration built to an excruciating level, this time I intentionally made use of my claws and ripped the boxer-briefs to shreds. When my cock was finally freed its appearance was as shocking as it was exhilarating. My dick, at least what I could see of it, was now more like a canine's. At the moment all I could see was this plump tube of flesh held up close to my lower stomach by a small fold of skin. The entire length of my new sheath was still every bit as long as my old cock was when it was fully erect. My balls felt larger and heavier too, now encase in a richly brown furred sack.
I gently poked and prodded myself with a paw, every new sensation a thrill in and of itself. In time my cock slowly started to reveal itself as I started to grow hard and it extended out from the sheath. The deep red and pointed tip emerged slowly at first then faster as I grew more excited, until all ten inches of this thick glistening piece of meet stood proudly in front of me. I ran a paw over its vein-crossed length, the soft yet firm touch of my paw pads eliciting growls of pleasure from my throat. I thrust into my own hand, needing to steady myself against the nearby dresser as I grew weak in the knees.
A slow but steady flow of clear juices began to leak from the tip, quickly coating my paw. My new nose was beginning to distinguish the scents that I could now pick up, especially the smell of my own manhood and its aroused state. I pawed at it faster, my natural lube letting my paw glide quickly up and down the tender flesh. I was drooling again as my desire took over. As I had imagined a hundred times before, I let instinct take over, I bent over bringing my new muzzle closer and closer to my prick. I closed my eyes as my nose led me home, the thick manly scent filling my brain. The tip of my cock was now bumping against my nose, dabbing at my canine lips, and depositing little gobs of pre on my face. I licked my lips tasting the slightly salty tang before my tongue darted out and lapped against my cock.
In one fell swoop I lunged forward and took my cock into my mouth. The warmth of my muzzle surrounded my shaft as it slid back and forth over my tongue. I was lost to everything else in the world. There wasn't a sound except for the occasional moan or tinkling of my dog tags. My dick engorged further with the intense sensations, a large bulge forming just inside my sheath. My nose started to bump against it each time I bobbed down on myself, the rhythmic collisions creating further stimulations. I opened my eyes again and could see just past my muzzle as a swollen red knot popped free of my sheath.
I climaxed just a moment later. Thick jets of cum shot down my throat as they pulsed endlessly from my churning balls. The flow kept up at that pace for what seemed like minutes; eventually I had to release my prick from my mouth and come up for air. I gripped my cock with both paws as I fell backwards onto my bed. Streams of my juice flew across the room, splattering the mirror, dresser, sheets, and especially my own fur. The orgasm finally subsided and my entire body went limp from exhaustion. Everything except for my cock that is. It still held firm, the knot keeping it quite hard and towering proudly above me as I panted for breath.
I stared up at the ceiling while my mind raced as fast as my pulse. This was too good to be true. It was everything I had ever wanted. I was really a large buffed up Doberman. But how? The collar had to be responsible for it, this all started after I put it on. I reached behind my neck and undid the buckle. The collar slid off my neck and I looked it over again. There was absolutely nothing to explain where it came from or how it worked. After a few minutes I set it aside on my nightstand. I lay back down on the bed and tried to think of what I was going to do next as my cock finally softened and pulled back into my sheath. I was so exhausted. Before I knew it my eyelids grew heavy and I was quickly fast asleep.
I woke up shivering a couple of hours later. There was a cold draft coming off the window glass that ran across my bare skin. Bare skin? Suddenly I was fully awake and I sat up in bed. I was sitting there naked, my pale white skin showing now trace of fur. Could have all been some kind of hallucination? Could I have dreamt the whole thing? The evidence of my experience was all over the room though. The shreds of my underwear lying on the floor, white lines of dried cum crisscrossing the room, and of course the collar still sitting on my night stand.
Grabbing the collar, I looked it over again. Then it hit me. The license said "Valid only while worn." Could I really change into Chase any time I wanted just by wearing this collar. Oh man this was way too good to be true. I literally had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. This had to be the most fantastic present ever and I had no idea where it came from. Of course I wasn't about to stop using it just because of that.
A quick look at the clock and my rumbling stomach told me it was nearing dinnertime. I decided there would be time for more fun with the collar later that evening so I got dressed and left my apartment to get some food. I was waiting by the elevator, the possibilities of what to do with the collar were racing through my head. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear the elevator open or see my neighbor coming out until he walked straight into me causing several of his bags of groceries to spill to the floor.
"Oh shit! Oh man, sorry about that Wes. I didn't see you there. I was trying to find my keys."
"Hey Joe. No it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention. Here, let me help you with those." I bent down to help gather up the cans rolling across the floor.
"Thanks. I was wondering if I'd run into you today... not like this of course. How's your Christmas going?" he asked as we collected the rest of his items and I walked with him down the hall.
I had to try and keep myself from laughing out loud. "Best day ever... by far."
"Really? Get some good presents did you?' Joe asked as he unlocked his apartment.
I just smiled back, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"So where you going now?"
"Just out to get some dinner. It wouldn't be Christmas with out some General Tso's and a few egg rolls."
"Well at least it won't be crowded, city's pretty much deserted out there. Hey if you want to come over and have a drink later feel free, I'll be in the rest of the night."
"I'll think about it. There was some... stuff I wanted to do tonight, but I'll keep it in mind."
"Okay. Well maybe I'll see you later then."
"Yep, later."
I walked back down the hall and got on the elevator. Joe was right, out on the streets there was nobody else in sight. As I walked the couple of blocks down to my favorite Chinese restaurant I thought about taking Joe up on his offer for drinks. We had been neighbors for almost a year but I still didn't know that much about him. He owned a video store over on 43rd, so he worked a lot. As near as I could tell he wasn't seeing anybody, but the jury was still out on weather or not he was straight. Though I kinda hoped he wasn't. He was awfully cute and I was still waiting for the right opportunity to ask him out. Maybe tonight would work.
Though he was four years older than me he still had this boyish charm about him. His naturally curly blond hair was almost never neatly styled but the unruly locks merely accented the sparkle in his large brown eyes. His smallish nose had a slight upward turn at the tip that I found irresistible and his thin lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile. He had a baby-face complexion, even just now, late in the evening; there had been hardly a trace of stubble. Like me he was probably a hair under six feet tall but his build was larger, thicker than mine. Though he might have had a few extra pounds on him it didn't show, instead he just looked powerful, like a football player or something.
There were just a handful of customers inside the Golden Lilly when I arrived. Most other nights there would have been a lengthy wait for a table. My food was delivered quicker than usual too and the waiters we're especially attentive since they were not as busy as they were accustomed to. In fact their constant efforts to refill my glass of water became rather annoying as I sat there pondering both the origin of the mysterious dog collar and of course Joe's invitation. Eventually the check and a fortune cookie were delivered to my table. Now usually I didn't put much stock in the small piece of paper inside the cookie but tonight's was rather compelling.
"True happiness is a gift that is best when shared."
I nearly choked on a dry shard of cookie when I read that. My so-called lucky numbers of 11, 37, 50, and 2 looked familiar as well. After I paid my tab I walked back to my apartment, each step growing faster the closer I got. I had to keep myself from breaking into an all out run. I could hardly wait to get back and put on the collar again, hoping that it would change me just as it had before. I stood in front of my door, as I fished my keys out of my pocket I looked over my shoulder at Joe's door. I could hear some music coming from inside and I debated going over there instead. But the collar was beckoning me; I wanted to try it on again.
In the end I entered my apartment, but the surprises of the day had not yet come to an end. Next to my Christmas tree was yet another present. This one wrapped in golden paper with a purple bow. In all it looked to be about the same dimensions as the box I had opened earlier in the day. I slowly walked over to the tree and picked it up; it had the same curious yellow tag on it.
"Joe, sorry but I must have missed this one last night. Better late than never though. Merry Christmas, Santa."
Joe? Wait a minute, could this really be for...? It looked about like mine did; I shook it a bit and felt the dull thud against the sides just like before. I trotted into my bedroom and snatched up my collar. I held it in one hand and the package in the other. I looked up at myself in the mirror and a mischievous smile spread across my face. A tickling sensation spread up the back of my neck as a plan formed in my mind.
I set the new present down on my bed and quickly removed all of my clothes. Placing the black strip of leather around my neck I found it easier to buckle this time despite the shaking in my hands. When it was finally in place with the tags feeling cold against the bare skin of my chest I stood in front of the mirror and waited. The seconds ticked past with each passing one I felt more foolish, standing there in the buff with this oversized collar on. Nothing was happing. Then again I don't know exactly how it started before but I didn't think it took this long. Maybe it didn't actually happen after all.
I stood there for several minutes waiting for something, anything to happen. Frustrated I sat back down on my bed. What had I done wrong? Did I do something differently this morning? I lay down feeling like a complete idiot. I was staring up at the ceiling when I finally felt it. It was just a small jolt at first but the sensation grew stronger by the second until I could eventually feel it creating a small lump between me and the bed. I scrambled off the bed to see what I could in the mirror. Nothing looked any different, that is, until I twisted around to the side. Protruding out of my backside was the chocolate brown nub of a tail just like I had grown earlier in the day.
With an effort I managed to waggle it, as soon as I did the changes really took off. Though it happened quicker than the first time, it was even more enjoyable now because I knew what to expect. The itching crawling sensation of the soft dark fur spread over my skin in waves made me shiver. I panted as my head pounded and pulsed, pushing out the now familiar muzzle, senses flaring as my eyes, ears, and nose changed. My arms and legs lengthened, adding muscle and bone, my feet again rising up to hind paws. My hands clenched as the thick pads grew on my palms and claws extended from my fingertips.
My cock began to harden of its own accord even before the transformation hit there. Swelling larger and larger as my anticipation grew. I watched in fascination as my hard prick extended longer even as the advancing growth of fur moved in on it from all sides. The brown fuzz spread over my swelling balls before wrapping around and around the base of my cock building up the thick sheath that would hold my prick against my stomach. The creamy white skin on my shaft slowly darkened with deep red as the tip reformed into a canine appearance.
Moments later I was Chase again. I still could not believe how magnificent it felt to have a body like this. I ran my paws across my fur gently smoothing it out, stretching and flexing my new muscles beneath the taught skin. My dick retreated slightly, slipping back into my sheath and leaving me feeling full and content. Then I spotted the gift for Joe still sitting on my bed and the same tingling sensation that I had in the back of my mind before I put my collar on returned in full force. Bounding across the room in two giant leaps I grabbed my phone off its base. It took a few attempts to dial correctly with my claws but eventually I got it right when the line started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Joe. It's me ... uhh Wes."
"What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if that offer to come over for a drink was still good?"
"Yeah of course it is."
"Great, cause I have a something, a gift, for you."
"Really? Ok well I just got out of the shower, so give it a couple of minutes then come on over. I leave the door unlocked for you."
"Cool, see you soon."
It was all I could do to even wait two minutes before going over. I grabbed the second gift and took it with me to the door. First just poking my head outside to make sure the hall was still deserted, then silently striding across to Joe's, my hind paws not making a sound on the tiled floor. I was about to knock but then just tried the knob instead. Sure enough it was unlocked and I walked inside. Though the layouts of our lofts were identical Joe's was much better furnished. The new furniture making the place look much warmer and cozier, especially with the just the lights of a Christmas tree illuminating everything. A thin ray of light streaked across the floor coming from the bedroom.
"Hey Joe, I'm here."
"Great, make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in just a minute." His voice called back from the lit area of the apartment.
To be honest I was pretty comfortable already, just nervous as hell. I didn't bother waiting on him to finish though as I padded softly across the room heading straight for the bedroom where his voice had come from. Not sure exactly how he would react to me I wanted to take it a bit slow, first just peering around the door jamb into the room. Only his shadow fell across the floor however, just an outline of his form, coming from the walk-in closet. I went over and sat down on the bed, waiting for him to come out.
"Holy shit! What the... ? Where, who... what?" I heard him shout out then stammer as he finally emerged from inside, dropping the shirt and pants he was carrying.
"I hope you don't mind Joe, I just felt more comfortable in here."
He slammed against the wall as he jumped back, nearly loosing his grip on the blue towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist. "What the fuck? Who the... what... how did you?"
"Relax man, it's just me." I said as calmly as possible even though my own heart was pounding in my chest. I lay back and reclined against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.
"Wes? Is that you?" Joe asked incredulously, his mouth hanging open in astonishment.
"Sort of. What do you think? Surprised?" I smiled and winked back.
I could tell he was starting to get over the initial shock, his mind slowly adjusting to the fact that what he was seeing was really there. "Yeah, you could say that. How did you... what happened to you?"
"Well it was a gift of sorts. And speaking of gifts I have one for you, it was delivered to my apartment by mistake." I picked up the brightly wrapped box sitting next to me on the bed, then, grinning deviously, gently balanced it right atop my sheath, covering my crotch.
Joe coughed and swallowed hard, his eyes wide either with fright or curious excitement, I couldn't really tell which. His body twitched a tiny bit and I realized this was the first time I had ever seen him with out a shirt on. Just as I had imagined his chest was massive and expertly defined though his stomach had just enough of a paunch to hide his abs from view. He stepped over to the bed slowly, cautiously reaching out to take the gift, wary as though I would jump up and grab him. Taking the box he actually pulled it directly across my sheath rather deliberately and I felt my hips involuntarily rising off the mattress in response to the stimulation. Even in the dim light I could swear I saw a slight smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he teased me.
He examined the tag as he took the box over to a corner sitting area where he flopped down in a big overstuffed chair. Slowly and gingerly he carefully removed the wrapping paper, trying very hard not to tear it for some reason. The green box underneath was identical to mine as was the red tissue paper that came out next. A puzzled look crossed Joe's face when he finally saw what was inside and I propped myself up a bit to get a better look. He set the box down on the floor and pulled out a collar very similar to mine. The one he held though was a deep rich brown, instead of black. It also had several gold strips imbedded along the length instead of the silver studs I had on mine. The buckle was just as fancy and ornate though it was gold as well and the two tags that hung from it were bright shiny silver.
Joe turned the collar over in his hands, examining every inch of it. I watched as he ran his hands over the polished metal strips in it and even as he brought it up to his nose to smell the thick leathery scent. All the while the light reflecting off the tags caused a sparkle in his eyes. When he eventually looked at the tags though his expression quickly shifted back to shock. He looked back and forth between me and the tags as he read them over again.
Joe's hard stare bore into me when he found his voice again, his tone deadly serious, "What's this supposed to mean?"
His demeanor really had me confused and I was a bit taken aback, "What?"
"How the hell did you know this name? What do you know about Jericho?"
That last question hit me like a ton of bricks. It was the last thing I had ever expected him to ask me. I hadn't realized it but I had been backing away from him on the mattress, moving closer to the edge, and when he said the name I fell backwards right off the bed. I landed rather awkwardly on my tail and yelped in pain as I jumped up to my feet.
"What was the name again?" I asked just to make sure I heard him right.
"Jericho, how do you know about Jericho?"
I don't think he really expected me to start laughing at this point, in fact I think it started to irritate him a bit. His eyes flashed with anger as he stood up and glared at me.
"You think this is funny do you?"
In fact it was getting more so by the minute. Here I was a large Doberman more than a foot taller than him and packed with muscle and here he was trying to intimidate me wrapped in nothing but a towel.
"Joe, why don't you settle down for a second and take a look at my collar."
He was clearly skeptical even as he stepped closer. As it was the collar around my neck was probably about level with his face. I tilted my head back to get my muzzle out of his way. He reached up and took hold of the tags and turned them over to where he could read them. He found the tag with my name on it and literally gasped. He looked back and forth between the tag and me very quickly, a goofy grin spreading over his face.
"You mean to tell me that you're... that you're Chase?"
"None other."
"Holy shit! No freaking way man." Joe started to laugh hysterically as he looked up at me again. "So that means..."
"Yep, we've been chatting with each other online for over a year and we've been living across the hall from each other the entire time."
I was laughing again as well. I couldn't believe that Joe was actually already one of my best friends. I had been talking with Jericho almost daily since we met up in a furry chat room last year. With constant emails and instant messages back and forth I thought I knew him pretty well. Not well enough apparently.
Joe was still just laughing, shaking his head as he looked me over before he just threw his arms around me and hugged me tight. I just hugged him back, holding him tight, his head against my chest. He eventually broke away and stood back to stare at me again.
"Wow this is unreal. I can't believe that you're actually Chase. This still doesn't explain what happened to you though. I mean how did you..."
"I know. Well not really, I don't know exactly how it happened. I got up this morning and I had a gift sitting under my Christmas tree just like yours over there. I didn't know where it came from but when I opened it up there was this collar inside." I reached up and grabbed the leather around my neck jingling the tags together. "When I put it on this is what happened."
"You're shitting me! You're telling me that if I put this collar on," he held up the collar in his hands, "that I'll actually change into Jericho?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Oh man that is so awesome! I can't tell you how long I've dreamt of something like this. Here, help me put it on!"
I smiled wide as he handed me his collar then turned his back towards me. I took a brief look at the tags and saw the shiny silver one with his name on it but also the license as well which read "Canine License, #23-tf-64119. Valid only while worn." I reached around him and placed the collar on his neck gently closing the clasp behind his head. When I finished I couldn't resist and I held him close against me again, running my paws over his bare chest and licking at his cheek.
Joe responded just as I would have hoped. I certainly didn't have to ponder weather or not Joe was gay anymore. Through the some of the more stimulating conversations I had with Jericho online there was no doubt about his sexuality or his desires. He pressed back against me his hands dropping to his sides and reaching back to run down along the sides of my legs, his fingers creating trails in my fur. Even through my pelt I could feel the heat radiating from his body. We held close and rocked against one another for several minutes until he eventually broke away. He turned to face me and I couldn't help but laughing. The oversized collar looked ridiculously huge around his neck, I wondered if it had looked that silly when I had first worn mine.
He took a few steps back towards me reaching out to run his hands across the black expanse of my chest, tracing around one brown patch on my shoulder with a single finger. "So how long does it take to work?"
I simply shrugged, "I have no idea actually. I'm not sure what sets it off, both times I've changed, it just sort of started on its own."
Joe sighed at that, "Well I can't wait till it does. I hope my ummm... results, will be similar to yours."
With that his hand dropped further south and stroked gently down the side of my sheath. The thick tube of flesh responded almost instantly and I could feel my pulse rushing through it as is started to swell even larger. This only encouraged Joe and he was soon using both hands to caress me, sliding them up and down, tickling me when he brushed the fur against the grain. I felt myself starting to growl and whimper as the sensations intensified. Seconds ticked past and soon the deep red tip of my canine cock started to slide out of the opening. I looked down when I heard Joe's pleasantly surprised gasp when he noticed my dog-like meat. The cool rush of his breath over the hot skin sent shivers down my spine and caused my tail to twitch.
Joe was becoming as equally aroused, a large mound of hardened cock expanding outward and tenting up the towel that hung precariously around his hips. My own paws were now busy traveling across his shoulders as I enjoyed the sensation of his smooth skin against my pads. The backs of my claws, I found, were expertly suited for stimulating his already rock hard nipples when I bushed his chest with the back of my paws. I was panting heavily now as he continued to excite my nether regions and me newly sensitive nose was feeding me all the delicate and delicious scents of our two bodies mixing together. I had to bend over a bit to reach down to him before I tilted my head to the side and licked across his cheek with my long and dexterous tongue. I could scarcely detect any hint of stubble as I picked up the droplets of sweat that had beaded up and begun to roll down the sides of his face.
I was just about to lean in closer, in desperate want of a kiss, when I detected a small discolored area on the tip of his nose. This tiny spot quickly expanded covering over the entire tip of his cute little nose with dark black skin. I pushed him away from me a bit and he looked up at me, his hungry eyes a little surprised and disappointed.
"What? Why'd you stop? Don't you want to..."
I hushed him by placing my paw over his mouth. "More than anything, but it looks like Jericho wants to come out and play," I said to him winking then tapping him on the nose.
His eyes went real wide and a smile as bright as any I had ever seen spread from ear to ear. He had to practically jump to do it but he managed to quickly kiss the side of my muzzle before bouncing over to the mirror above his dresser to see for himself. Joe finally flung the towel aside and I felt heart race a bit faster when I could see his well toned ass. He leaned over the dresser to look closely with his nose, poking and wiping at it with his fingers. For me it was actually rather exciting to watch the transformation form the outside, to see how he reacted even as I remembered the wonderful feelings that it brought to me.
Joe was still concentrating on his darkening nose even as his ears started to reform, becoming larger and pointed on the top while moving towards the top of his head. His blond hair almost seemed to straighten out its curls as it became even thicker and changed to a dark black with a few streaks of white. By now his nose was completely black as white fur started to sprout from his chin even as it swelled outward with the rest of his face. His thick muzzle ended up a bit shorter than mine but he was still grunting and moaning with pleasure as the fur spread across his face and down his neck.
It was odd watching the individual muscles of his arms contract and expand one by one as the change moved through them, just before they were covered over by a thick growth of dense hairs. Fur as white as snow enveloped his forearms as Joe held up his hands in front of him flexing and clenching them as thick pads replaced the skin on his palms and hard claws grew out of his nails. Shadowy black fur spread in swirls down his back mixing with white as it wrapped around his sides. A small swelling bulge started to form directly above his ass and quickly shot outward to become a full-length tail, fanning out with fluffy white fur on the underside and a line of black down the top.
He turned to face me, a smile spread across his new muzzle. Dense white fur was traveling down his chest even as he bulked up even further. His stomach and waist seemed to narrow a bit into his hips as his legs began to reform in a fashion similar to mine though thicker and sturdier. Rising up on his toes as his feet reformed his overall height was close to mine though he was still a tad shorter. The black swirls of fur that mingled down his back also spread down the backs of his legs to his knees and around onto the sides of his thighs. The final touch was of course the bright white sheath that slowly encased his cock.
The end result was truly stunning. It was amazing how closely Joe now resembled the picture of Jericho he once sent me. His triangle shaped ears stood up proudly on his head, lined with white fur on the inside but the outsides covered in black. The same black fur swept across his forehead and down the back of his neck. His face and muzzle however were snowy white except for the thin streak of black that ran down from his forehead between his eyes and across the top of his snout. His muzzle itself had a strong square-like resemblance that gave it a powerful look. His thick neck was coated with a dense fluffy pelt of fur the smoothed into his broad shoulders. The brown leather collar was almost lost beneath all that hair.
His arms and legs were not long and lean like mine were but rather thick and stout, short but definitely not stubby. His wide barrel-like chest and the bright white fur that covered it reminded me of snow-capped mountains especially where it mixed and swirled with the black as stone fur that was covering his back. His long tail had a slight curl to it that lifted if upwards. In all Jericho was a perfect example of pure bred Alaskan Malamute. He bounded the few feet between us and leapt into my arms.
"Oh my god this is so unbelievable! It's everything I ever imagined it would be!"
"I know how you feel, for what it's worth, you look awesome." I hugged him tight against me, out fur meshing together.
"You're not so bad yourself... Chase," he leaned in close and started to nuzzle at the side of my neck.
It was as though the floodwall that held back all of our lust finally broke. Months of intimate conversations about our deepest desires and wildest fantasies suddenly seemed so possible. I found his muzzle in front of me and we stared into each other's eyes, our noses gently rubbing against one another. It was just the slightest tilt of the head that initiated a passionate kiss. Our muzzles fully met, canine lips parting, I could feel his hot rush of minty breath enter my mouth followed by his tongue. Even as I held him in my arms I could feel my erection swell rapidly, suddenly brushing against his furry backside as I held him aloft. I turned slightly and set him on his bed before crawling up atop of him.
"Jericho, man it feels so good to say that aloud, I don't know how many times I've dreamt of this."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm just hoping I don't wake up before we finish."
I laughed slightly as I knelt over him, my paws combing through his dense coat of fur. His chest was so strong and powerfully built, almost as if he really was made for pulling sleds through the Arctic. I gently brushed across the side of his face before tugging on his large pointed ears. It was odd how much I kept glancing at my own paw, half expecting to see a human hand he next time I looked back. Instead the deep chocolate brown stood out in stark contrast to the snowy white fur across his tummy.
After massaging his body for several minutes with my paws I decided to take a new course. I lay down beside him and started to nuzzle and explore every inch of him with my muzzle. The curves of his biceps, the manly musk of his armpits, I even found that he still had a belly button if you searched hard enough for it. Of course my real goal was not far from there. His plump sheath quivered as I brushed it with my nose. I was actually surprised his cock wasn't even out yet. Mine had been fully extended for several minutes and was drooling a steady stream of pre with every passing second. A quick inspection of its interior with a clawed fingertip found his manhood resting just inside and elicited a tickled sigh from Jericho. It took a bit more prodding with both my muzzle and my paws to finally get him to respond though.
When it did, it was precisely as Jericho had always described it to me. The pointed tip of the canine prick gradually slid out of the sheath, the deep black flesh like a shadow against his white fur. Inch after inch pushed out until the full ten inches stood proudly firm above his stomach. The smooth moist skin glistened in the dim light and bobbed in time with his pulse. I wrapped a paw around it and found that my fingertips were still separated by at least an inch. It slid easily against my pads as I stroked up and down its length, each full stroke eliciting a whimper from my neighbor. I rubbed my thumb across the tip and Jericho's hips bucked in response.
I teased him with my touch for a little while longer before letting go of his rod and bringing my face in close. Deep inhaling breaths filled my lungs with the musky scent of his manhood. I sniffed and sniffed at it drinking in as much as I could get, my cold nose bumping across it. My tongue then started to dart across it, first just tiny dabs sampling the slightly salty flavor of his flesh. Then it fully slapped across his member as I tried to lap up the pre that was starting to spurt from the tip. By now his paws were on the sides of my head practically pulling me down on his cock. I was only too happy to oblige and I quickly plunged his meat deep into my muzzle.
My head dipped down on his shaft before pulling back up a bit. My tongue was so attuned to the feel of his cock that I could almost make out the lines that were the veins running across it. The smooth flesh slipped between my lips with ease and Jericho's tail kept up in perfect time, wagging against my own pulsing cock. I could reach all the way down to his sheath before I had to back off, my paws alternately running across his chest and nipples or fingering his hefty balls. The minutes passed, I couldn't say exactly how long, and his knot started to swell just inside his sheath. It was nearly the size of a softball by the time it slipped out into the air and my tongue strained to lick at every inch of it even as I continued to plunge the rest of his cock deep into my throat. Jericho's yips and grunts became quicker and he was soon howling in ecstasy as wad after wad of thick creamy spunk rocketed up his shaft and into my waiting mouth.
I squeezed his knot between my paws to milk more from him and he whimpered in pleasure. Cum seemed to flow by the cupful and I dare not let a drop escape. Jericho thrust up into me making sure I would get all I could, almost trying to burry his knot in my muzzle. Eventually I had to release him though and I pulled away before lying down next to him on the bed. His knot was still keeping him erect and as for my own cock I was still very much in need of release. I waited for a bit expecting him to return the favor that I had just given him but instead he just laid there panting. I looked over at him puzzled expecting him to make some kind of move but he never did. Instead he just looked back into my eyes and winked.
"Well what are you waiting for Chase? You've done such a great job already you might as well keep going."
It took me a moment to catch on to what he meant but then I looked down and saw his tail wagging furiously as he spread his legs a bit further apart.
"You're the boss I guess."
I got up and stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at his form, his legs just hanging off the end. I stepped up close and stroked his hips with my paws. He responded quickly to my touch and lifted his legs upwards. Soon his hind paws were resting gently on my shoulders as he presented me with his tail hole. His own cock was still rather hard and I stroked it gently while I slowly thrust my own deep into him. The warm tight sensation of his ass surrounded my shaft, muscles clamping down and working me even harder. The barks and yips coming from Jericho as I plowed into him only spurred me on to go faster and I soon felt my knot free itself from my sheath and slam against his backside.
The minutes passed as my bulging cock gradually stretched Jericho wider. Finally my knot slipped into him and we were tied together. I had often wondered what this might feel like and the actual experience of it was immensely superior to anything I had imagined. My knot held me fast to him as my short swift stokes picked up speed. His legs jerked and spasmed as he bore down on me as well. In moments I felt my knot swell one more time then suddenly my orgasm pulsed through me. Massive amounts of cum poured out of my cock, filling Jericho with my seed. The experience lasted longer than I had ever though possible and when I was finally spent I nearly collapsed down on top of my mate. The touch of my belly fur across his cock triggering him one more time, plastering both our chests with his cum.
We lay there together heaving and panting for several minutes, all the while my knot kept me locked firmly inside of him. As far as I was concerned I never wanted to leave this bed. I lifted my head to look up at him. His canine muzzle smiled back down at me and I licked him across his cheek.
"Some Christmas present, huh?"
"Oh yeah. You know I've never been into leather much before, but if this is what happens I think I could really get into it." He said as he stroked his collar, jingling the tags.
Meanwhile...
Outside, parked on the street, a single nondescript white van sat silently. If any police officer were to happen by and run the plates the van would have come back as be registered to the Gene-pool Corporation. The sole occupant of the vehicle sat in the back behind a bank of television monitors and typed away on a laptop. He silently filled out his status reports and prepared it for transmission to the R&D team back in the regional office. Even as he took another glance at the monitors he wondered not for the first time why he always got stuck working on the holidays. Couldn't those tech weenies think of a more convenient time to test market new products? At least the cameras that had been installed where top of the line, and he had to admit the two test subjects had put on a heck of a show.
"Status Report 12-25-B: Both test subjects have made use of the delivery system. Formula 11, Doberman, as reported earlier is fully viable. Formula 23, Alaskan Malamute, is thus far successful as well. Both subjects have responded favorably and though the permanence of the formula is still under development the Leather Division should be ready for a full production run. Further reports will follow as needed; Formulas 3, 16, and 39 will be tested along with the first two subjects on New Year's Eve."
He sent in his report and sat back to observe the monitors again, the primary display now obscured by steam. Even though he would have to work, at least New Year's Eve wouldn't be a total loss he thought to himself.