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The sun had begun to dip into the horizon by the time Gered pulled up in the small yellow taxi. He handed the driver some bills and grabbed his duffle bag as he left the vehicle.

"Nice house," the driver commented.

"Yeah, thanks," Gered said noncommittally. He pushed the taxi door shut, and the driver drove off, back down the inclined private driveway.

The house did look nice; in fact, it looked magnificent. When his parents told him that they had bought a new house, he didn't realize that they meant it was literally new. The house was a fairly large one as well, three stories tall, with a double garage off to the right of the entrance.

The white walls reflected the setting sun's blinding rays, making it seem as if the house was painted with glowing gold paint.

Gered set his bag on the ground and backed up to get a larger view of his new home, at least for the summer. On what appeared to be the top floor, there was a small circular window, just below the leftward slant of the roof. Above the garage was the clearly visible dining room, surrounded by large panes of glass. The design combined modern appeal with conventional styles, giving the abode a classy appearance.

Gered took another glance before grabbing his duffle bag and walking up to the polished oaken door. A small silver ring surrounded the illuminated doorbell that sat to the right of the door. Gered pressed the button, raising his eyebrow at the cheery jingle that played.

There was a pause before the door was pulled open.

"Gered, you're here!" Gered's mother pulled him into a brief hug. "It's still a bit crazy; we haven't gotten everything unpacked." She waved him in, and closed the door. "Your room is just up the stairs and to the left," she said. Her brown hair was pulled into a bun, but some rebellious hairs were sticking out.

"You look exhausted," Gered said, knowing all too well how much his mother minded her appearance. "Do you need any help?" He looked around at the half-arranged furniture and open boxes.

"No worries, just get ready for dinner, I know you must be tired too." Gered's mom smoothed out her neon pink t-shirt and went back to removing things from the boxes with a smile. It was a queer greeting, but it was nice not being pestered as he usually was.

Gered nodded and walked up the stairs, situated directly in front of the entrance. At the top, there was a hallway that extended forward before turning to the left, but the door to his room was to the immediate left.

He entered, dropped his duffle bag and unslung his backpack, surprised to find his bed already inside -- the only thing inside, frankly. Gered collapsed onto it, suddenly weary. One summer to make things count. One summer before it was back to college.

He slipped his iPhone out of his jeans' pocket, not surprised to find his rainbow wolf lock screen devoid of notifications.

"37 percent," he mumbled, and tossed the phone gently to his pillow. For a while, he laid there, slightly drowsy, but not so much as to fall asleep.

Gered heard the door swing open, which wasn't very loud, since the hinges were new. "Gered, get down, it's time to- I mean get up, it's time to go downstairs." Gered groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Good job, genius. How old are you, nine?" Gered said, but pushed himself up nonetheless. His little brother looked taller since he had last seen him, but he still had long, light brown hair, unlike himself, who had short, dark hair. "Give me a second."

"Mom already gave you thirty minutes! And I'm eleven," he pouted.

"Fine, I'm coming." Gered stood up and his brother ducked back out of the doorway. "Oi, Seth?" His brother paused, poking his head back in. "Good to see you again."

"Ditto, bro," Seth said, bounding down the stairs. Gered covered his face with his hands.

"I told you that wasn't cool," he called, but his brother replied with a giggle.

Just as Gered had seen, the dining room was surrounded by large glass panes, giving a partially panoramic view of the surrounding neighbourhood, which was thanks in part to the house's elevated location.

Seth was seated with his back to the driveway, iPod in hand and eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

His mother, who was still wearing her pink shirt, sat to his right, hair having been meticulously fixed.

Gered took the nearest seat, opposing his mother who frowned slightly at his appearance.

"Didn't you have enough time to change?" she asked in a somewhat stern tone.

"Sorry," he replied, avoiding the question. His family had a strange tendency to dress somewhat formally, even when no one was looking, including his brother, so it was difficult not pointing out his mom's vibrant pink shirt. A succulent smell wafted into the area as his father, dressed in a faux business suit, walked in with platters of steak. It was undeniably weird cooking in a suit, but his father's steaks were always a welcome sight.

"To celebrate your first year," he said curtly, but not too unkindly, and patted Gered on the back. "Speaking of which-"

"All honours, okay? I'm doing fine." Avoiding his parents' gaze, Gered opted to glance at his brother, still engrossed in whatever game he was playing. Gered gave a deft kick, causing Seth to quickly move his hands under the table. He gave Gered a sheepish look and stuffed the iPod into his cargo shorts.

"No girlfriends?" Seth asked, innocently enough.

"Honey, Gered doesn't have time for that. Right, Gered?" His mother's stare cut like the steak knife in her hand.

"Of course not." Gered silently wished it wasn't true; wished that somebody other than his professors (who frankly didn't care all that much either) bothered to care. "So anyway, I like the house."

Gered's father smiled, a rarity, subconsciously sweeping his gaze across the room.

"Had a windfall, and found this house at an unbelievable price. No clue why it sold so cheaply."

"I caught wind that the realtor was superstitious," his mother quipped. "Luckily for us."

In a way, it was amusing seeing how giddy his parents were over the purchase of such a magnificent house, but it didn't really matter. Gered liked it here too. He bit into the medium rare steak, letting the hearty taste bring him back from the stresses of college to the awkward but comforting familiarity of home.

Later, as Gered sorted through a box of his belongings, Seth burst in, as he seemed so fond of doing, unannounced.

"Dude, there's a jacuzzi upstairs!"

"Stop talking like that," Gered said dismissively.

"I'm going to ask mom if I can chill -- er, heat? -- in it! It's so epic," he said avidly and ran back outside. Gered sighed and continued to pick through his things. A stack of books he never read, his old alarm clock, a plastic bag of USBs... but then he paused, dumbfounded at what was was packed at the bottom. He thought he had lost or gotten rid of it a long time ago, but there it was.

"Nope," he whispered to himself, and closed the top of the box, shoving it aside.

"Gered, another box!" his mother called. How fun. Gered rose up and went to retrieve the other box, amused to find his mother's hair in disarray once more.

After about four more boxes, mainly comprised of clothes, the darkness of night had finally settled upon the sky, reminding Gered of how long the days were.

Suddenly, there was a muffled shout, sounding distinctively like Seth. In a few seconds, his brother's rapid footfalls followed. Curious, Gered made his way to the hall, and as he opened the door, was greeted with his brother, dripping wet, a towel clenched hastily around him, dashing towards the stairs.

"Ack, what's wrong with you?" Gered closed his eyes and facepalmed.

"Woah woah woah, calm down Seth! You're getting the new carpets all wet," his mother said, grabbing the frightened boy.

"Did you make the water too hot or something?" Gered sneered.

"No!" Seth shouted angrily.

"What happened sweetie?" Their mother pulled a shirt over Seth's head in an effort to reduce his shivering. By then, their father had joined as well, standing on the stairs, reading glasses propped up on his head.

"There... There was a monster!" Seth blurted, eyes focused on the ground, hands fidgeting. Their parents looked at each other, but Gered wasn't able to decipher the look they exchanged.

"Seth, you're old enough to be rational. There are no monsters. I think it's time you went to bed."

"I know, but I saw it in the mirror and-" Seth's breathing evened out, and he glanced defiantly into his mother's eyes.

"And maybe it's time to take a break from your iPod," she added.

"Fine, but I'm not going in there again," Seth pouted.

"I'll go see what this is about," their father said, advancing past them. He placed his hand on Seth's shoulder as he passed, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"Gered, why don't you call it a night? We have plenty of time to unpack later."

Gered shrugged indifferently at his mother's suggestion.

"Sounds cool," he replied. Gered watched his mother scoot Seth off before retreating to his room. Once inside, he fiddled around lazily, looking for his phone charger.

Tell-tale footsteps preceded his brother's unannounced intrusion into his room. Not caring enough, Gered continued to look through his bag.

"Hey br-" Gered stiffened at the expected word, but was surprised that Seth had caught himself. A bit more timidly, he continued.

"Gered, can I please borrow your charger? I can't find mine." Gered turned around to face the door, eyes narrowed in annoyance, but the pre-made expression lessened as his eyes met the top of Seth's head. His brother's eyes were downcast, and he looked thoroughly depressed. It was offsetting and strange, seeing his brother so pitiful, so Gered cut him some slack.

"I'm looking for mine right now. What's up with you anyways?" Seth remained silent, and instead gently sat down onto Gered's bed, tugging on the sleeve of his PJs. "It's not like you to be such a - er - so scared."

"But there was a monster," Seth mumbled.

Gered suppressed the urge to say 'Was it your reflection?' and instead opted for, "What did it even look like?"

He finally found his charger and walked over, dropping it next to Seth, who didn't look over.

"It was all hairy, furry, and - well, looked... like a big dog. It looked like a wolf, I guess." Seth grabbed the charger and wrapped the cord around his finger idly. "It was in the mirror," he added. Gered plopped onto the bed beside his brother, slightly intrigued.

"A wolf? What did it do, ask you to pet it?"

"No," Seth trailed off, as if thinking. "It just kind of watched me."

"Then why were you so scared?" Gered frowned at his brother's unusual story.

"I wasn't scared! I was just, like - I don't know, I didn't know what to do. It was IN the mirror."

The door opened and their dad walked in, prompting Seth to stuff the charger behind his back.

"Seth, I think you should go to bed. Gered, can you please prove to Seth that there aren't any 'monsters'? I saw nothing, and I think he'll rest easier knowing that you took a bath there too," their dad suggested, half demanded. Seth nodded and quickly walked out with the charger clutched in his hands. Their dad nodded at Gered before continuing with whatever business he had been attending to before the incident. With not much else to do, Gered decided to take up the request.

He grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt before heading up. The room was slightly above and outside the master suite, with a couple stairs leading up to it.

As much as he shouldn't have been, Gered was taken aback by the grandeur of the room. The jacuzzi sat in the centre, with the walls to the left and right being composed of large parallel mirrors, creating the illusion of an infinite hallway. The circular window that he had seen from outside sat on the wall opposing the door. The design on the window was quite intriguing; with a crescent moon on one half of the pane in frosted glass.

Gered stepped forward, dropping his clothes onto a countertop adjacent a towel rack, closed, and then locked the door behind him. He avoided the areas where the tile floor was wet from Seth's fleeing, while admiring the symmetry of the mirrors.

The mirrors in the room where impeccably positioned so that there was no curving, leaving a perfect infinite hallway illusion. Gered's dad had already drained the water, so Gered turned on the taps to fill it back up as he removed his clothes. The jacuzzi was the kind that needed to be filled, but still had water jets and all the fancy features.

A bit self-conscious, he got in, refraining from looking at the mirrors, but as he slipped down into the steaming water, his stress seemed to dissipate. Too bad he couldn't do this in college, he thought, eyes closed.

When he opened them, he saw a line of reflections staring back. It was strange, but it made the room seem more spacious.

Then he saw it.

At first he didn't pay the dark blob positioned near the door much mind, but then it moved. It didn't make sense to Gered, because it only seemed to exist several reflections out and beyond. To his surprise, it was indeed a wolf. And it did just stare. Not menacingly, but perhaps curiously. The wolf padded away from the edge of the mirror, but it didn't move towards Gered.

Dumbfounded, Gered glanced towards the door, where the reflection indicated it should be. There was nothing there.

He turned around to look in the other mirror, bewildered, and saw the same thing. The reflected wolf did not look at Gered's corresponding reflection, however, the wolf looked out towards him. Hesitantly, Gered lifted himself out of the bath, his eyes locked on the wolf's and the wolf's on his.

He stepped over to the mirror, ignoring the chill against his skin as water dripped down his bareness. As he approached, he realized that the wolf appeared throughout all the reflections, but anything closer than the seventh reflection was nearly invisible. Fascinated, Gered rolled onto his hands and knees, riveted, watching the wolf who watched him in turn. Part of him was anxious, the other entranced.

The wolf cocked its head, and moved in front of him, obscured by his reflection, but Gered could see nothing real in front of him, and yet it wasn't as if he couldn't feel anything different. The air was, perhaps, warmer.

From the reflection, it occurred to Gered just how big the wolf was; it was at least larger than him, and Gered was a pretty big guy, and it was, by far, larger than any dog he had seen.

As the wolf circled around with eyes appraising Gered's reflection, Gered involuntarily caught sight of the wolf's arse below its upraised, swaying tail, and it became apparent that it was unmistakably male. The thought didn't seem to bother him as much as he assumed it would.

The wolf paused as it stood behind Gered, who by way of turning every so often to keep the wolf in sight was now facing the window. Its eyes rose back up to meet with his, and it looked almost satisfied. Before Gered could contemplate this, however, it rose up and mounted him.

The hairs on the back of Gered's neck stood up as the most unusual feeling overtook him. With his eyes glued to the mirror, Gered watched, stunned and petrified, as the wolf in the mirror began humping his reflection.

There was a gentle but distinct tugging sensation in his anus. It was almost like he could feel something warm wrapped around him and something hot inside him - almost. In sync, the rapid push and pulls of the wolf sent phantom feelings tingling between Gered's butt cheeks.

For the longest time, Gered thought he was imagining it. His mind locked up, expecting to be roused awake and to forget that this situation could ever exist. He wasn't homosexual, not in a generic sense, and definitely not like this. Every few seconds that passed, Gered swore there was nothing there, but this fantasy was rudely shattered by another tickling hump inside him. The intrusion seemed so distant, like a memory, but it kept coming back, harder and faster. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

Finally, a sharp shiver shot down Gered's spine as the wolf climaxed. Unable to comprehend what had just occurred, Gered watched as the wolf pulled back, gave his face a lick and stepped through, one reflection closer to him. The mirror seemed to glimmer and the wolf was gone.

"Gered, are you almost done yet? You must be a prune by now!" His mother's voice shook Gered from his reverie, but it did not shake the queer feeling that lingered inside him. For a moment, he didn't realize he had not responded.

"Oh right," his voice croaked, and he quickly cleared it, nervously, before continuing, "Right, sorry, it's just so great in here..." Gered trailed off, wondering if he had meant that literally.

"Staying in hot water too long is bad for you," his mother said with a voice that faded down the stairs. Left alone once again, Gered carefully rose back up, glancing at the reflections in the mirror. What had just happened?

The rest of the night seemed like a blur, but in the morning, Gered was relieved to find that the strange haze had dissipated. He went to grab his phone, but cursed when it didn't turn on. He had forgotten to charge it. All he had to do was remember where the charger was.

"Gered? We're going out to buy some groceries. Watch over Seth," his mother called.

Gered walked out of his room, having recalled where his charger was. "See you," he called in reply as the front door closed. He pushed open the door to Seth's room, finding his brother laying on the bed, tapping away on his iPod.

"Hey! You didn't knock," Seth whined.

"Neither do you." Gered scratched idly at his chest as he scanned the room for the charger. Seth pointed lazily at an outlet behind his bed and Gered swiftly retrieved the charger before retreating to his own room.

Upon entering his room, Gered scratched at his chest again, which, at this point, seemed abnormally itchy. He stuck the charger into an outlet and plugged in his phone, before taking off his shirt in irritation. His shirt was never this itchy before, but when he looked down at his chest, he realized with a start that it wasn't his shirt. Gered had never been particularly hairy before, but now a considerable amount of dark brown hair had appeared, mostly centred on the middle of his chest.

Only then did Gered find that the bottom of his spine was uncomfortable as well. His hand brushed over it and, almost expectedly, there was a bump.

"God, what's going on?" he mumbled to himself. Nervous, he headed up to a bathroom, purposely avoiding the master suite. He closed the door behind him, finding comfort in having it locked as well, and turned his attention to the mirror. As he had seen, there was a lot more hair on his chest, and Gered was sure he didn't have that much hair on his belly either. His eyes glanced back up to his face, and he noted that there was a lot of stubble framing his jaw.

And yet, it didn't seem to be anything too strange or anything to worry about. In fact, it made him feel manly. Gered paced back to his room, found a looser shirt and tried to push the events of the previous night out of his mind.

Later that evening, when his parents had returned home, Gered found it difficult to lean against anything with his lower back, making getting comfortable a bit awkward. While setting up his computer and wondering why he was so warm, Seth popped into his room.

"When are you gonna take another bath?" he asked. Gered paused.

"What do you mean?" he said, crawling out from under the desk that had recently been moved into his room.

"Last night? I asked if you saw anything and you said 'no,' so then I asked if you were gonna take another bath there and you said 'sure.' Remember?"

Gered, frankly, did not.

"No, and stop asking," he snapped. Seth scrunched up his face.

"Why not?" he demanded.

"You said it was great, so why don't you go back again?" their mother interjected as she passed by with a basket of laundry. Gered was about to object, but their mother subtly gestured to Seth and he decided not to argue.

"Alright," Gered mumbled.

As he re-entered the room, he couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of anxiety. He tossed his clothes onto the countertop, warily monitoring the mirror as he took his present clothes off. Instead of the wolf, he saw something almost as intriguing. His reflection looked like him, but with hair all over his chest, arms, and legs, with a thick treasure trail leading to a thicker bush. Gered blushed, but then his eyes widened as he caught glimpse of a wavering tail, swaying behind him.

Frantic, he turned around and looked down, but saw only the nub from the morning. His gaze returned to the mirror, disturbed by the false reflection.

Gered began filling the tub, rubbing his forehead in contemplation. When he got in, he studiously avoided looking at the mirrors, but to no avail. His eyes lifted to meet those of his ominous reflections - and of course the wolf's, with its dark black fur dull in the fluorescent light. It was sitting patiently, once again just watching. Not caring when the wolf joined his presence, Gered decided to say something this time.

"This isn't real. I'm imagining this."

The wolf tilted its head forward; was that a smile?

The wolf laid down, resting its head on its big paws for a moment. Then, it rolled over slowly, inch by inch, sensually exposing its fuzzy belly... among other things.

Shocked, Gered didn't react. The wolf rolled its eyes and stood up, swinging its head to the side and upward, chest puffed out. It flashed its fangs and raised its left forepaw. Gered didn't move. It held this pose for a second longer before lowering its head and paw with a dull, irritated expression. Its tail lashed out, mouth slightly parted, and stalked slowly towards the tub, head unbowed.

Suddenly terrified, Gered shot up, stumbled backwards and fell straight out of the tub. He winced as he hit the tile floor, eyes shut, butt pressed against the cold tiles, and legs spread out like a toddler. When he opened his eyes, it was as if something warm was wafting across his face. He turned to the right to face the mirror.

The wolf was now behind him, a twinkle in its gold eyes. Gered shivered, hands instantly creeping him forward, away from the wolf. But of course he was too slow.

The wolf rose up, heavy paws draping over his shoulders, and despite the apparent lack of sensation, Gered found himself inexplicably unable to move, a hazy warmth weighing on his bare shoulders. The wolf peeped over on his left, looking first to meet his eyes through the reflection, and then licking across the stubble in his reflected image.

The most peculiar feeling tickled his face, prompting Gered to raise his hand to his face, unbelieving of the reflection, when an unmistakable heat touched his spine. Gered froze.

The wolf stretched its hind paws and the heat travelled up. Then the wolf lowered back down and the heat followed suite. Gered couldn't see what it was, and he wished he wasn't feeling what he knew he was feeling, and yet heat flushed across his cheeks.

Like some perverse massage by the gentle hands of some goddess, Gered involuntarily lost himself in the soft gliding sensation along his spine. In a way, it was like getting shivers in reverse, warm and comforting rather than cold and awakening.

Gered's eyelids fluttered closed.

In no time at all, the wolf was taking advantage of his entire back. At first, Gered thought the teetering was his own; not realizing it was the rocking of the wolf's exaggerated lovemaking. The grinding soon became a part of him, tugging on his spine, yanking it down. A second heartbeat, pulsing down his back and stretching out the elongating bump. Gered felt numb, each stroke of the warm shaft branching its heat off as fur began to grow out of the new addition to his body. It was like the sliding friction pushed the growth out more.

Gered's upraised hand dropped down, soon placed against his increasingly hairy chest. Lightly, it drifted over the hairs as the wolf continued to draw itself up and down Gered's back. His hand drifted down to his belly, tracing down his treasure trail, and lower...

All at once it stopped. Like in a summer rain, warm, phantom raindrops pricked Gered's back. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself alone. His hand quickly moved away from its unwarranted location to inspect his back, but he only found cooled droplets of water from the tub.

A completely unexpected sensation made Gered bolt up from the ground, drawing his eyes to the furry brown appendage that pointed out, rigid, behind him. Gered's first thought was that it had touched the cold, wet ground. The second one was pure alarm; there was no haze in his mind this time. Gered swished the tail, his tail, to the side, and reached a tentative hand towards it. Upon contact, he recoiled at the foreign sensation. Embarrassed, he quickly drained the tub and tried drying himself without touching his tail, but when it came time put his clothes on, he had no choice but to low ride his boxers, and pull his shorts up high in accommodation. With a furious blush across his face, Gered crept out, eyes downcast and tail held under control, he hoped.

Once he reached his room, Gered sighed with relief, slamming the door shut. Only then did he realize how uncomfortable his tail was, and he quickly stripped his shorts and boxers off, feeling more than a little embarrassed, but relaxing as his tail slipped free.

"Gered, what was that noise?" Gered nearly jumped, and despite being in his room, covered his crotch with his hands, tail tucked instinctively.

"Erm- noise?" he managed unsteadily in reply.

"I thought I heard a loud thump," his mother continued. Gered recalled falling out of the tub.

"Don't worry about it," he said, slowly regaining composure.

"Alright." And with that, his mother let it go. Exhausted, Gered collapsed on the bed, squashed his tail, and stifled a resulting cry. Groaning, he turned over on his side, drifting off to a troubled sleep.