Changing Tides
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Changing Tides
"Are you sure about this?" the man asked calmly. The younger man nodded his head, a slight sheen to his face from all the nervous sweating. "And you are positive about the decision you made?" Once again, the younger man nodded. The older man, dressed all in white with a mask covering his face, turned and grabbed a syringe from a metal table behind him. The syringe contained an ordinary looking clear liquid inside. The man signalled to his associate who strapped the younger patient to a cold metal examination chair. "This is extremely experimental, and we don't know exactly how this will affect you. It has been different for everyone." The doctor went about his work methodically, with a professionalism very charactersitic of his field. The young patient turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly as he felt the needle touch his skin. A sharp pinch-like sensation and the doctor announced he was finished. The young man felt nothing, except the nervousness which had suffused his being since he walked in. The doctor was watching all the monitors attached to his patient, while his associate was watching the patient himself, scribbling down little notes and observations. Ten or so minutes passed with no reaction, but then the burning started, and the sweat began to bead on the young man's brow. It started as what one might describe as mild indigestion, but quickly grew, becoming an all-consuming fire within him. His breathing became heavier as if he had been running a marathon. the pain hit a few seconds later, threatening to double him over if he hadn't been strapped down to the chair. Searing agony the likes of which he had never felt before and hoped to never feel again rocked his body from head to toe. He was convulsing, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and through the pain the only thing he could do was scream.....
Leon awoke with a start, sweat pouring off his head as his eyes looked around his surroundings wildly. It was dark, but the objects he could make out in the inky blackness told him that he was in his own room. He looked to his left and saw Kyle, his boyfriend of over five years, and relaxed, just a bit. His heart was pounding still and he was still sweating profusely. Leon carefully got out of bed so as not to disturb his lover and headed for the bathroom. Once there, he turned on the light and looked in the morror. Besides the shaking and sweating that had accompanied his nightmare, Leon was a pretty good-looking guy. He was average in height with light brown hair, green eyes, and some of the cutest dimples (at least, that's what everyone else said). He wasn't well-built, but he wasn't scrawny either. His muscles were easily discernable on his body and they showed off well in tight clothing. After staring at himself for a minute to shake off his dream, Leon turned on the water in the sink to rinse himself off a bit. It had been six months since he had gone to the special clinic. Six months since he had undergone the very expensive, and very radical gene replacement program. The doctor had said that there was a possibility that he would never see anything happen, and Leon had accepted that. But the nightmares had been occuring for well over a month now, almost always exactly the same. The procedure had actually gone smoothly, with no noticeable changes. After three months of follow-up visits, the doctor had determined the procedure was a failure. Leon had been extremely disappointed, but walked away looking toward the future. He was still a healthy 27 year old male, still had a wonderful man at home, a good job, family, and many other things he was lucky for. He turned off the water and the light, and stepped lightly back to bed where he curled himself around his boyfriend and fell asleep, forgetting about the nightmare and holding Kyle tight.
The next morning found Leon in a strange state. Aside from the usual bout of mirning wood that he never did much about, he found that he was intensely horny. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 6:30 a.m. That gave him plenty of time before he had to be at work. He rolled over and looked at Kyle, still fast asleep and grinned. He inched closer to his lover, lightly moving his hands over Kyle's shoulders in a tender caress. Kyle stirred a bit before rolling over to face Leon, and opened his eyes to see lust burning inside his boyfriend.
"Morning swee...." Kyle began but was interrupted by Leon's mouth being pressed forcefully against his own. Kyle's eyes opened wide in shock, but then he melted into the kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues met, exploring each others' mouths as they had many times before. When the kiss was broken, Kyle breathlessly asked "What's gotten into you this morning?" Leon stared for a moment into his boyfriend's gorgeous blue eyes before moving them down, taking in all of the man before him. His shockingly red hair, completely natural, the cute freckled nose, and those wonderful lips that he couldn't get enough of. He loved the milky white skin that usually accompanied those with red hair. Kyle's physique was simply amazing, never having to work out, but still having a fit and toned musculature. Leon joyously took in his lover, top to bottom and smiled a devious little smile.
"I want you" he said simply, a hungry look in his eye.
Kyle cocked an eyebrow. "But we don't usually have sex in the morning. We are too tired and generally don't have the time." He was getting his own mischevious grin on his face.
"Change is good" is all Leon said before he rolled over on top of Kyle and continued kissing him, more deeply and passionately than before.
Kyle barely had time to react before he had Leon's tongue down his throat again, hands caressing up and down his lithe body, and Leon's hardness rubbing against his crotch, his own cock responding in kind. As Leon bucked his hips against Kyle, the lovers began moaning into each others' mouths. Leon broke the kiss and began placing little wet kisses down the side of Kyle's face, tracing a line down to his neck. Kyle gasped as Leon bit down lightly on his neck, sending ripples of pleasure all throughout him. Leon bit down harder, not drawing blood, but definitely leaving little indentations in the skin. He continued moving down his writhing lover, gently biting and sucking first the right nipple, then the left, drawing still more moans and shudders from his partner. Leon's tongue then travelled it's downward motion, pausing briefly to lap at the other man's navel, causing Kyle to giggle and pull Leon's head off him. Leon shook his head free, smiled a devilish smile, and returned to the silky white body, quivering beneath him. He reached his destination, and inhaled deeply in Kyle's fiery red pubic hair, delighting at the scent of his man. He grabbed ahold of Kyle's manhood and pulled it away from the body. Not a bad size, a little smaller than his own, but still great, and definitely able to hit all the right spots. Leon touched the shaft gently before gripping it and stroking slowly up and down. Kyle groaned and pushed his hips up to meet the slow, agonizing strokes. As he was moving his hand teasingly up and down, Leon flicked his tongue against the engorged tip of Kyle's cock, wetting it with his saliva and making it easier to stroke. Kyle's eyes were closed and soft sighs could be heard exiting his parted lips. Leon pulled his hand away and quickly engulfed the entire length of Kyle with his mouth and throat. Kyle let out a quick gasp as his member was so suddenly enveloped by warmth, grabbing Leon's head and running his fingers through the hair. "Oh gods" he moaned through ragged breaths. Leon began bobbing his head quickly and expertly on Kyle's trobbing shaft. He knew what his man liked, and he was aching to give it to him. Before Kyle was able to cum though, Leon lifted off of him and pulled Kyle over onto himself. He kissed Kyle again and moved to his neck once more to nip at it with his teeth.
It was Kyle's turn to move down Leon's body, licking, kissing, and biting all the way down. But he didn't stop at Leon's already hard cock. Instead, he kept going down farther and lashed his tongue against the two luscious orbs waiting there beneath. Leon's body arched as his love's tongue lapped at his sack, groaning loudly into the room. After rolling his partner's balls around in his mouth, Kyle pushed Leon's legs up to get at his prize, and dove in tongue first. Leon gulped and lurched his body when Kyle's tongue pierced his anal ring, panting heavily and grinding his ass against his boyfriend's face. Kyle knew what Leon wanted, and was only too happy to oblige. With a few more quick licks, he lifted himself up and placed the head of his cock against Leon's tight opening. Leon's hands gripped the sheets as he anticipated his boyfriend's first thrust. Kyle rubbed against the other man's entrance, slicking it with the saliva and his own leaking pre. He shivered and shook as he slowly pushed beyond the tight ring and slipped into the velvety warmth. Leon clenched his teeth in the briefest flash of pain as his lover popped inside him, then released just as quickly savoring that wonderfully full feeling deep down. Kyle leaned in, forcing the rest of himself into Leon as he laid down on top of his panting lover. Leon immediately wrapped his arms around Kyle and pulled him into a kiss. Kyle pulled out a little as best he could in the position, only a few inches, then pushed back in until his balls rested against his love's bare ass. Leon didn't want to wait anymore. With a grunt, he put his legs against Kyle's sides and used them to pull Kyle against himself forcefully, a gutteral growl coming from him at the same time. Surprised by the quick entry, Kyle slammed himself into Leon's ass repeatedly. "I won't last long at this pace" Kyle managed to say between his own pants and grunts. Usually it took Leon some time to adjust to him, and even then they usually moved in slower, more deliberate acts. This wild abandon was something new to both of them.
"Just give it to me" Leon growled as he threw his head back in extasy from the rough fucking he was receiving. Kyle thrust into him several more times before arching his back, throwing his head toward the ceiling, and half-moaning, half-screaming to the heavens. His cock burst forth with several shots of his thick load, waves of pleasure surging over and through him. His cum painting the walls of his lover. He shot a few more times before collapsing onto Leon, his cock softening quickly within the warm confines. He pulled out and rolled off Leon to one side. He grabbed Leon's cock and furiously pumped it, wanting Leon's orgasm to hit him while he was still basking in the afterglow of the pounding he had just had. Leon let out what could only be described as an animalistic howl before his entire body went rigid. His hips jerked up in his lover's hands and his seed splattered from his head and face down to his having chest and stomach. Once the passion had eased, Kyle looked over at Leon.
"Not that I'm complaining, but that was quite a bid wilder than our usual escapades"
Leon smiled "I don't quite know what came over me, but I liked it."
After just a moment of recovery, the two young men got up to take a shower and begin their day.
The rest of the day passed as usual, both guys heading to their jobs. Both tired and overworked when they returned home. Dinner was a different story. Kyle did the cooking due to Leon's hopelessness in the kitchen, and though neither were vegetarians, they ate as healthy as they could. Leon walked in while Kyle was cooking, various ingredients chopped and diced in little bowls. From the looks of the contents, beef stir-fry was on the menu for the evening. Leon reached out and grabbed his man around the waist from behind while Kyle was at the stove and kissed his neck.
"Hey, are you trying to distract me while cooking? You know I have to keep this moving or it will burn"
"I know, I just wanted to be able to touch you for a moment. It has been all of five minutes since the last time" Leon said as he reached for a piece of meat on the cutting board and swallowed it down quickly. Kyle looked quizzically at Leon, his brow furrowing.
"Um...sweetie, that meat is raw. I haven't put it in the wok yet."
Leon just looked at Kyle, a sort of shocked expression on his face. "What!? I didn't even realize. Wow, I must be hungrier than I thought." He exited the kitchen to allow Kyle to finish cooking. That was wierd. Kyle thought to himself as he watched Leon walk from the kitchen. Leon headed for the living room to watch TV while he waited.
Dinner was tasty, TV was boring, and very soon it was time for bed. The couple headed for the bedroom and undressed to prepare to sleep. Kyle was busy undressing and thinking about the strange events of the day. I wonder what is going on with Leon. As Leon removed his pants and shirt from work, he paused. I look a little hairier than I remeber he thought as he removed the articles of clothing. He shrugged it off, believing it to be a trick of the light in their dimly lit room. Leon could now relax and sleep well. He did afterall have the next two days off from work. He too, thought about the events of the day. What was that all about? Those things are not like me at all His thoughts kept circling until he slipped off into a rather uneasy sleep.
"Are you sure about this?" the man asked calmly. Leon nodded his head, a slight sheen to his face from all the nervous sweating. "And you are positive about the decision you made?" Once again, Leon nodded. The older man, dressed all in white with a mask covering his face, turned and grabbed a syringe from a metal table behind him. The syringe contained an ordinary looking clear liquid inside. The man signalled to his associate who strapped Leon to a cold metal examination chair. "This is extremely experimental, and we don't know exactly how this will affect you. It has been different for everyone." The doctor went about his work methodically, with a professionalism very charactersitic of his field. Leon turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly as he felt the needle touch his skin. A sharp pinch-like sensation and the doctor announced he was finished. Leon felt nothing, except the nervousness which had suffused his being since he walked in. The doctor was watching all the monitors attached to him, while his associate was watching Leon, scribbling down little notes and observations. Ten or so minutes passed with no reaction, but then the burning started, and the sweat began to bead on Leon's brow. It started as what one might describe as mild indigestion, but quickly grew, becoming an all-consuming fire within him. His breathing became heavier as if he had been running a marathon. the pain hit a few seconds later, threatening to double him over if he hadn't been strapped down to the chair. Searing agony the likes of which he had never felt before and hoped to never feel again rocked his body from head to toe. Leon went into convulsions as the doctor and his aid rushed over to.....
Leon shot up from the bed. The same nightmare, but something was different. This time when he awoke, the burning was still there, tearing at his insides. His body felt like in was on fire, sweat poured down his face, having drenched the bed underneath him. Every part of him hurt. Leon thought he was dying. He stumbled to the bathroom and shut the door. He turned on the light, but his eyes burned from the illumination. He flinched, then flicked the switch back off and moved to the sink. He turned on the water and threw the cold liquid over his body, trying to relieve the pain. Slowly, achingly slowly, the burning began to subside. Leon looked around and was surprised to find that he could see, quite well actually. It's pitch black in here, how can I see anything? But he could. He could clearly see the tiled walls and floor. He could make out minute details such as the toothbrushes in the holder by the sink. He could even see the water pouring out of the faucet, which he quickly turned off. What is happening to me? Leon thought as he walked out of the bathroom, the pain much milder but still present. When he entered his room, Leon could clearly see the definition on the pictures hanging on the wall. Then he looked down to the bed, where his beloved Kyle lay sleeping. He could almost make out the red hair laying on the black pillow. While concentrating on looking at Kyle, Leon's nostrils flared as he was suddenly hit with the scent of his lover. The smell was strong, unlike anything he had ever smelled before. This is different, and kinda hot The scent made his cock stir, but Leon ignored it as he lay back down, too tired and confused to care that the bed was still soaked with his perspiration.
The next morning came all too soon for Leon, who simply tossed the covers over his head at the invading sunlight. Kyle was used to Leon sleeping in on his days off, so he just kissed him through the covers and made his way to work. When his lover had left, Leon poked his head out from under the blankets and adjusted his eyes to the light. He was sore all over, but other than that, he felt great. No trace of the odd feelings of the previous night. He pushed himself out of bed and into the bathroom, his eyes still heavy with sleep. After rinsing his face in the sink, he finally was able to open his eyes fully and looked into the mirror. His eyes went wide and his mouth gaped open at what he saw. His face looked different, but still like him. His cheekbones seems higher somehow, and so did his ears, just a little higher up on his head than they were supposed to be. The most disturbing difference in the reflection in front of him, however, was his eyes. They had gone from a brilliant green to a deep, golden yellow. Leon rubbed his eyes to make sure it was real, but when he opened them again they were still that light shade of golden yellow. He reached down to pinch his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but something there caught his attention as well. He stopped and stared in disbelief. His arm was almost compltely covered in light tan hair, not his usual dark brown hair. His normal dark brown hairs were there, though there were many more of the light tan hairs than his own. With a gulp, Leon glanced down at the rest of his body, and not surprisingly, he found the same light tan hair covering most of his usually hairless chest and stomach. This new hair reached all the way down his legs and feet. What the hell is going on? Leon rubbed his fingers over his arm, but something felt wrong. He turned his hand over to look at it, and though nothing looked out of place (aside from the extra hair) the pads of his fingers almost felt as if they calloused over. He rubbed his finger and thumb together, trying to get used to this feeling. Getting very nervous and scared, Leon ran into the living room, desperately trying to find his cell phone to call Kyle. He located it finally, in his suit jacket from work the previous day and dialed Kyle's cell. On the first ring, he quickly closed the phone. What am I doing? I can't have him come home to see me like this. What would I tell him? I'm going to have to tell him something. Somehow I doubt this is going away before he gets home tonight. Leon slumped to the floor and began crying into his hands. He would have to tell Kyle everything.
Leon honestly had no idea what would happen when he underwent that procedure six months ago. He had always wanted to be so much more than a man, like he felt inside. He had a strong connection to big cats, and the experiment could have given him the chance to be more like them. The experiment, however, had way too many variations to have been safe or approved by the scientific community. Some subjects had nothing happen to them, some had died as the foreign DNA was rejected by their bodies. Still others recieved bonuses to their abilities granted from the animals they chose: heightened senses, greater speed and agility. Leon was never told about anyone physically changing form, but that was apparently what was happening to him. How far would it go? Would he be made into just a freak with gold fur and yellow eyes? Or would there be more? Leon's mind raced as he cried. They rest of the day saw a gradual increase in the amount of fur on his body as well as the appearance of fur and whiskers on his face. There was no pain at the moment, just rapid fur growth. Leon knew he couldn't go out in public again looking like he did, so he resigned himself to the house all day long.
The burning started again late in the afternoon. Leon tried to ignore it at first, but the intensity increased rapidly as time passed. He tried taking a cold shower, but that didn't seem to help. After the shoer, he decided to lay down for awhile, maybe sleep would take the burn away. But that didn't help either, the burning would not allow for any rest. After about an hour of extreme torture, Leon heard the door to the house open. He couldn't move, both from discomfort but also fear. His boyfriend called out to him, then again a minute later. Leon could hear the worry build in Kyle's voice, and longed to be able to call to him, to get help from the one person who loved him. Kyle rushed through the house, finally finding Leon curled into a ball on the bed, completely covered by the blankets. He sighed in relief, his face starting to show anger and irritation more than worry now that he had found Leon.
"Why didn't you answer me? Have you been in bed all day?"
When he got no response from the curled lump on the bed, worry crept back into his voice.
"Leon? Is everything alright?"
Kyle reached for the covers and pulled them away from the mass underneath. He jumped back with a shout, seeing the golden-furred being curled up on the bed. When the yellow eyes looked back at him, he instantly recongnized his love.
"Leon! What's going on? What's happening?"
Panic was the only sound coming from Kyle now. Through the pain, Leon tried to recount what had happened to him six months before. Kyle stood worrying for his love, terrified by the story he was being told. Leon continued crying as the story unfolded, being broken by fits of pain. Kyle only listened, unable to speak, barely able to breathe. His reverie was shattered when Leon was suddenly hit with a new bout of searing pain and screamed. The noise snapped Kyle from his stupor as worry and fear for his lover filled his eyes.
"What can I do?!" he shouted back. "Tell me what I can do"
The pain in Leon's body increased, causing his body to go rigid, his eyes rolling in his head. He could barely hear, and could almost not speak. Leon's face was hurting, his hands and feet in agony, his entire torso feeling as if on fire, his legs and knees cracking. Neither of the men knew what was happening or what to do. Leon looked pleadingly at Kyle.
"Please....it hurts so much.....please.....make it stop" was all Leon could say with a cracking voice and tears welling in his eyes. He cried out again as another wave of pain struck him. He could feel parts of his body shifting, but he didn't care. He just wanted the pain to stop.
"Please!" he shouted to the one person he believed could help him.
Kyle looked around the room, no idea in his head how to help his lover. He threw open the closet doors and searched through the contents, throwing objects around, not caring what happened to any of it. His mind was set on helping Leon through whatever was happening to him. His eyes fell on something that might do the trick, though his heart sank to even think about it. He could think of no other way than that. He picked up the object and moved to the side of the bed, Leon still crying out in unimaginable pain. Kyle closed his eyes and called to his love.
"Leon" he said in a raspy voice choked with tears and sorrow.
Leon raised his head at the sound and looked to his boyfriend.
"I'm sorry" Kyle said as he brought the baseball bat down on Leon's head, striking with a sick thud, and knocking him unconscious.
"Oh my gods" Kyle stuttered as he staggered back against the wall. The ball fell from his hands, clattering on the floor below him. Kyle ran as quickly as his legs could carry him, out the door of the bedroom, grabbing his keys as he fled, and out the door. Did I kill him? What if I did? What will happen? What if I didn't? What would happen then? These were the thoughts that plagued him as he ran, as far as he could think to go.
Leon awoke, his head spinning, the whole world a fuzzy blur. When he tried to move, pain shot throught his body, causing him to wince and cry out. His head was pounding, and his entire body ached all the way from his hair down to his toenails. His body unwillingly began to respond to the messages his brain was sending out, but very slowly. By the time he was able to sit up, the events of the evening came flooding back and hit him like a baseball bat to the head. Where is Kyle? He looked around the room and the only thing out of the ordinary was the bat lying on the groud. Leon felt his head and the sore lump upon it and noticed the splitting headache. Wow, there must have actually been a baseball bat to the head involved. He tried to stand, but landed in a heap upon the floor, his muscles not wanting to work properly. Leon forced himself to rise, bracing himself against the bed and the wall. His feet felt strange beneath him. He looked down, shock and fear clouding his mind. His once human feet were gone, replaced by what looked like a cat's hindpaws, slightly modified for upright walking. Thick black claws pointed out from the ends of his toes. Leon's entire body was completely covered in light tan fur, his own hair long gone. He felt around begind him, and yelped a little as his hands came in contact with a tail. He grabbed it and brought it around to the front to look at it. His gaze shifted to his hands, which were very much the same as they used to be, except they were covered with fur and had dark little discs near the tips, much like a cat's pads. His head throbbed again and he reached for the lump, this time noticing quite a lot of hair. Leon stumbled into the bathroom and flicked on the light, momentarily dazzled by how bright it was. He shook his head to recover, and stared blankly for a minute. Staring back at him from the silvery glass was a lion, sort of. The lion reached a paw up and touched his face, shocked at how soft it was. His face had pushed out into a muzzle, his lips had pulled back wide, his nose pushed flat against his face, rosy pink in colr and glistening with wetness. He smiled and saw a row of sharp teeth with long fangs at each corner. His hair had grown significantly long and thick around his head, a dark brown mop running part way down his chest and back. He perked his ears up, seeing them pop up on top of his head, partially covered by the mane. Leon moved his hands down his face and neck, to his now completely furry chest and stomach. He stopped when he reached his pelvic area, noting that his cock was no longer there, but instead a sheath like an animal's had taken it's place, covered in a thick carpet of hair. I really have turned into a walking lion. What's going to happen to me now? His thoughts then turned to Kyle, and he panicked. He ran around the house, frantically looking for his lover, and growled outloud in frustration. Leon clapped his paws over his muzzle. Did I actually just make that noice? I wonder if I can still talk. With that, he opened his maw and yelled out..
"Kyle, where are you?"
Leon rummaged for his phone, finally locating it. No messages were present, but he saw from the date that two days had passed. He quickly dialed Kyle's number. It rang several times before finally being picked up.
"He...hello?" Leon heard through the receiver.
"Baby, I'm glad to hear your voice" was Leon's reply.
He could hear Kyle start bawling on the other end of the phone. "I thought I killed you. I hit you so hard, then I just ran."
"I just woke up a few minutes ago. I'm terribly worried about you". There was a long pause , then Leon added "Come home....please."
The phone hung up, and Leon hung his head down, his new leonine hears laying back flat and his new tail drooping towards the floor. Within minutes though, the door burst open and a very flustered Kyle entered the room. He paused at the site of Leon, then flung himself into the lion's arms. Strong furred arms wrapped around him lovingly, and Kyle caught a sound from deep within the lion's chest. He pulled back from Leon "Are you purring?"
Leon stopped, not realizing he had been doing anything. "I guess I was."
Kyle backed away from Leon and looked at him. "Do you think this is it? Are you in anymore pain?" Leon could tell that he was completely stunned, but still worried about him.
"Not right now, it seems to be over"
Kyle sighed, and moved the couch, plopping down heavily upon it. He just stared off into space, clearly thinking. They spet hours sitting in silence, neither saying a word, but both taking glances of the other. After sever minutes pass, Kyle broke the silence.
"I haven't slept in two days. I need to go to bed. We can talk more tomorrow?"
"Okay" is all Leon could say. He knew Kyle was very upset, but he didn't want to say anything wrong. He also looked extremely tired.
Kyle got up and headed for the bedroom, with Leon padding behind. Leon watched as Kyle got undressed and climbed under the covers. Leon, already being naked, crawled into bed next to Kyle. He shifted his body to hold Kyle, who hesitantly rolled back against his love, feeling the extra warmth. They lay there silently, until both drifted to sleep, Kyle in the embrace of his love. The morning would bring new challenges and hardships, but tonight, tonight they just wanted to sleep....together.
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Thank you for reading my story. Comments and votes are welcome. This is my first try at a story here on YS. I hope my next ones can be better. Thanks again.