Trials of Snowkit: Part 1: the intro
#1 of Trials of Snowkit
A Three-part story commission for ma furbro Snowkit
Hope he likes it
The Trials of Snowkit
Part 1: The intro
I've never really wanted to be human. I wanted to be like everybody else. I wanted to be a furry, like the rest of the world. Not a person, but a furson.
My name is, or was, Chris; I guess it's short for Christopher. I'm one of the last remaining humans on the planet. A few years back in one of those fancy scientific institutes, the world discovered that if they genetically combined our DNA with animals, we would have longer life spans and better health.
The research was done for about a year or so before the first person was successfully metamorphed into a half animal, half human. Ever since then, all governments of all nations had given the option to families if they would like to follow in these footsteps. Or pad steps.
Most did considering the small benefits. The DNA combination even killed out the AIDS decease since it can't live in animal blood. Besides monkeys and apes maybe, but no person with HIV/AIDS was turned into one. But some, namely my family, rejected the idea fully and without question. After a short while though, even more people converted until finding a human was actually a rare sigh. My family stayed human, proud of their heritage or some other shit like that.
So now, in this giant world of furries, I considered myself the last human I know in existence.
If you want to know about me, I'm light skinned, short brown hair, 5'8 in height. I've got your average body build. Just enough fat and just enough muscle. I've also got a tattoo of a blue dragon on my left arm. If it counts, for future reference, I'm gay. That's the human me anyway.
I've ALWAYS wanted to be a furson, ever since I was a little kid. I'm 23 years old now. Any fur would do for me. A canine, feline, avian or aquatic. Hell, I would even be a pokemorphs or a digimon if I really had to! Who really knows how the scientists got those into the system.
I can't really afford the DNA transplant and it's not like I can ask the family for help with it. My parents are dead and even if they were alive they would hate the idea 110%. Something I've always secretly hated them for.
So that my basis story. People don't really treat me that differently; besides the soft stares I get from fursons who aren't use to seeing me yet. Walking past me, and the look on their faces when the have to talk to me. It makes me feel like some kind of black sheep of one giant flock of white sheep.
But hey, sometimes things happen to people. This is my story. Call it bizarre; call it crazy and even wonderful as to how my sad life was flipped upside down and all around.
It started on a normal day. Same old, nothing special. I got up, got ready for work, worked and then came home again. I do landscaping in case you're wondering. Always has been a bit of a passion of mine, but work was still work. And as work, it was a drag.
When I get home I'm usually on the net for a while. Due to mild embarrassment of being a human at young age I turned to the Internet, where no one didn't necessarily need to know who you are or what you look like. It stuck with me for a while.
As you may or should have noticed, I have a routine life. A very boring routine life. Sure I've got friends and junk but we don't really hang out a lot. I'm not that extroverted type of person. More of a shut in that's not totally shut in but might as well be.
I'm also a bit moody. I get shy or aggressive very easily and sometimes I just get really depressed for no reason. Which is why I don't like to hang out with people. I'm scared I'll get emotional on them and furthermore scare them away.
But I'm rambling now. The focus of this is what happened after I got home. I own my own house, inherited from my dear anti-furry parents. Pretty big for a single guy. Something was on the doorstep, a package. I picked it up in a distracted way and walked inside, hopping the cube box in my hands that was wrapped in tacky brown paper.
There was a label on it. It read 'Bad dragon toys'. I smiled; it was the dildo I ordered. And it was just in time too. What? When you alone most of the time you either watch porn or stuck something up your ass to get a little release...or both I suppose if you wanted to.
I tore open the package and pulled out my new toy. You can get them in many species nowerdays. Most people like the 'equine' or the 'dragon' models. And who could blame them. But I got the 'leopard' model. That's just me I guess. If I ever did change it would be probably some sort of feline.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Well, I could but you know what I mean. Something was just a little off about it. But I shrugged it off due to a need to test out my new little parcel.
Taking off my clothes. My bottom half anyways, I left my top on. I like the little prickles on a feline's cock. They give just a tiny little extra kick to the feel of it. If I ever felt the real thing I'm sure it would feel wonderful.
Needless to say I was eager to try it out. And after a day I had I really needed a little pleasuring. I decided against watching porn on my computer while I was at it and got onto the bed on all fours. I sucked on two of my fingers a little bit, then slowly inserted one inside my hole.
I groaned softly in satisfaction at the light fingering I was giving myself. Sometimes I felt a bit pathetic having to pleasure myself. But when you're horny you really don't give a damn most of the time.
After I though I had stretched myself out enough, I switched over onto my back and grabbed the dildo. I was fully erect now, 6 and half inches. Not too bad but I know most furs are at least seven or eight. My toy was nine and it had some good girth on it too.
I took a hold of my cock and slowly stroked it a little bit. If I could murr or purr I would have, as I slowly pushed my new toy inside me with a load groan. Maybe it was just me or they made it really well, but that toy felt pretty real. I leaned my head back onto the bed and masturbated. It felt so damn good every time I pushed that artificial cock inside me. It was a lot better than all my other little toys, granted I don't have that many.
As I pumped my pulsing length and fucked myself, there was no doubt in my mind that my climax was going to come relatively fast and easy today. I moaned loudly, wishing my arms would work faster.
My balls tightened after only a few minutes and I wanted my release bad and hard. So I pumped as fast as I could manage. I let each wave of pleasure wash and crash all over me.
Finally with a shout I cam. For a moment I expected the dildo to cum too, but that was a silly thought. I looked down at my slightly cum stained shirt. I made a note to wash it later. But then suddenly I started feeling dizzy and tired.
I tried to shake the feeling but it stayed and got worse to the extent that I was feeling sick. I tried to get up, and managed to do so. But my body gave in, feeling very weak, and I fell to the floor with a soft thud.
I was having a mental panic attack, knowing that what was happening wasn't or could not just be fatigue or tiredness. But after a second or two I blacked out, completely losing conscious.
The last thing that I remember was having the dildo still inside me...
The sun shone in through my window, and stirred me from my sleep.
"Augg...what hit me" I groaned. I felt as if I had a hangover. A very bad hangover. My head hurt, my brain pounced against my skull and my body still felt weak. But I was able to get up and slowly drag my seemingly heavy body to the bathroom.
I was only when I got to the sink did I notice something different...
I hadn't really noticed my body in my weakened state. But when I got to the mirror and looked at myself. My eyes went wide as saucers as I gasped. Or rather screamed.
I wasn't looking at my human face...I was looking at a fur's face. I looked down at myself. My hands and feet had become paws, my body was covered in a greyish white fur with black spots all over it. When I looked behind me, I had a long fluffy looking tail with a black tip.
I stepped back, tried to remain calm, and slowly felt myself. My muscles had grown and turned me from being average to somewhere between average and ripped, and very lean. I flicked my feline like ears a little, and my eyes had turned green. My dragon tattoo was still there as well.
I peered down at my crotch and noticed the sheath that now covered my privates. By the looks of things my balls had grown a little bit and I could only guess what my cock looked like inside the sheath, but I didn't plan on finding out just yet.
I stared into the mirror, seeing someone I didn't recognise in it reflected at me. I reached a dull-clawed finger up and touched the mirror. Then I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Luckily I was awake...
And I was a snow leopard.
I smiled brightly as I gave my body one more look, then shouted with a fist punched in the air "Woohoo!"
I noticed the dildo still inside me and pulled it out. I stared at it for a second then went back to the bedroom and chucked it on the bed while I started searching from something I could wear.
Surprisingly, the first thing I decided to do was change my name. What is more surprising is that you can actually change your name to whatever you want. I gave mine a bit of though and with a silly grin I though up the name: Snowkit Leonard Gregory Summers. The first name was for fun; the two in the middle were deceased family names of my ancestors the last one was because summer was my favourite season. A bit ironic for a snow leopard. But in the long run you could call me Snowkit Summers...or just snow for a nickname I guess.
I needed to straighten out the people that knew me as well, telling them that I got the DNA transplant. Most had hanging jaws and said they didn't believe it. And I don't blame them, neither did I. It was kind of fun watching people mistake me for someone new at work, and then having to point it out that I'm Chris, and then see the look on their face.
***
As the new snow leopard walked home from work, another fur stood at the sidelines watching him with a smile.
"Your story isn't even half done yet..." The male said
This is just the intro to the story. The second chapter is going to be a bit longer than this one.
Done purely because he asked and I love my furbro ^^
This is mostly if not all fiction based
Snowkit is copyright to his character
Here's his YS page:
http://www.yiffstar.com/?uid=50551
As said before bro
I hope you like it so far!