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Origins…

The word rested on my tongue as I trailed one finger along the bookcase, focusing on the titles one by one. It felt like we'd looked through this section twice already, but-

“Found it yet?" Theo asked, as he pressed up along my shoulder, looming beside me.

I turned my head to glare and pushed with my shoulder so that he was forced to back off.

“What?" Theo smirked, held his hands wide and made something of a shrug.

“If you spent half as much time looking as you do screwing around, we'd be done already… Besides, people are gonna start wondering if you keep doing stuff like that," I said, and couldn't help but grimace as I reached up to the shelf once more.

I'd barely found my way back along the shelf when I felt a puff of air against the back of my head. A shiver ran up my spine as I looked back and saw Theo grinning while staring at the ceiling.

“Dude," I said.

Theo let out a huff and met my gaze, “Bro, there's nothing as off-putting as that sort of insecurity. You're in a frat, act like one, and…" Theo looked up and down as he motioned with one hand, “fix whatever this is."

I faced him and looked down at myself, “What the hell's wrong with this?"

“You're dressed like ya robbed grandpa's closet or something, brown trousers and a saggy sweater."

My eyes widened as I glared back at him, “At least I don't wear a t-shirt five sizes too small, makes you look like a sausage."

“A sausage!?" Theo snapped and gave his midsection a quick slap, “These are muscles, unlike that doughnut you've got going for yourself!"

A sudden and loud hushing noise followed, and I could hear someone hiss, “This is a library!"

Theo turned around, and I could see him open his mouth to holler something back. A bit of panic gripped me as I reached out and gave his shoulder a quick shove.

He stumbled a little and looked back at me as if asking what the hell I was up to. I raised a finger to my mouth and nudged my head toward the front desk.

Theo glared at me for a moment, gritted his teeth, and let out a deep sigh. A dopey expression grew on his face as he perked a brow, “Found it yet, huh? Chris? Hmm?"

I groaned, looked toward the row of books, and realized that I had utterly lost where I was, “It has to be around here… somewhere. Where did you even hear about this one?"

“It was listed way in the back," Theo said and stepped closer as he peered up at the books.

I looked at him in wonder, “… You mean in the reference section?"

Theo glanced at me and made a clueless shrug, “I asked if we could pick that one for our assignment, and she just muttered a yes."

I stared back at him, “Because she's already given up on you… and me by extension."

Theo groaned, shoved me to the side without warning, and marched past. I turned around to see what he was doing. He motioned for me to follow and spoke up, “Fuck it, we're doing it my way now…"

“Mmrrr," I murmured, shoved my hands in my sweater, and followed in his wake.

First, he walked past the front desk, saw no one there, and promptly moved onto the deeper sections of the library. I hurried along, matching his stride as he looked side to side along the many bookshelves. Suddenly, he caught sight of something and darted down a passage. I jumped to attention as I hurried after him.

There was a man standing by the end of the tall bookshelves, gently illuminated by the blueish glow cast from the windows behind him. He was idly peering at the pages of a small book in his palm and seemed to notice us as Theo marched closer.

His appearance was immaculate. Hair stylized in a gentle wave, square glasses that screamed authority, and the kind of dismissive gaze of a person that had nothing to fear. A simple lanyard dangled by the man's chest as he faced us and locked eyes with Theo. The closer we got, the taller the man seemed to get.

“Book guy," Theo said, stopping as he lifted his gaze to maintain eye contact.

“Book… guy?" A gentle clap was heard as the man shut his book and scowled with an icy stare.

I stepped up behind Theo and watched as he made a dismissive wave with his hand, “Librarian, whatever. You work here, right?"

The tall man tipped his head in wonder, “The name is Philias and… I guess you could say that."

Theo stepped to the side as if to give me a better view, “We're looking for a book, um… The-"

I filled in, “Origins of the Lyco-Felid Peace Accord."

“That's a rather rare and valuable volume. Why are you looking for it?" Phil wondered.

I stepped closer, and his gaze fell upon me. It felt odd to stare back at him, as if my eyes wanted to avert themselves as I peered up at a face that seemed too perfect to be real.

My awkward silence was interrupted as Theo leaned in once more, “Are you going to help us or not? We've already looked all over the place…"

A sudden feeling washed over me, a tingle at the back of my neck, and a glimmer in my periphery. I turned to look, but the bookshelves looked as inert as ever.

As I looked back, Phil had grown an amused if rather forced smile that revealed a bright set of white teeth, “I'll help you, if you can prove that you'd understand what can be found in a volume like that."

“The hell? Just do your job, whatever your name was," Theo protested.

“Theo!" I hissed.

Theo looked back at me with a shit-eating grin, “Noo, that's my name, not his."

That feeling from earlier returned in an instant. The hairs on my neck rose, and the dim light between the bookshelves seemed to shift. Brightening and fading, as a weird feeling of unease hit my gut.

“Oh, look what I found," Phil said with a mockingly feigned voice.

I looked toward him in tune with Theo and saw as Phil pulled out a book from behind his back. It had a golden trim along the edges and a cover of blue satin that seemed to glint like snow in sunlight.

Phil lifted the book and smiled as if addressing a crowd, “It is the story of how the Lycosia and Felidia found so much in common that they now-"

Theo reached out toward the book and interrupted him, “Just give it here, you creepy-"

A sudden grunt was heard as Theo's words were cut short, and his arm started twitching in the air. I stepped closer in a near instant and raised my voice, “Hey-"

It felt as if the air had become a solid. I tried to move, but couldn't. My lungs were already starting to protest, and that earlier feeling returned with a vengeance. A heavy unease that felt as if it was pressing down on me, tingling as if trying to pierce my skin.

“I wasn't done…" Phil whispered as he focused on Theo with a harsh stare.

As I watched, Phil reached out with his hand and placed it on Theo's forehead. A distressed whimper escaped Theo's throat, and his paralyzed body kept twitching.

Phil's gaze shifted toward me, and he stepped closer. He let the book sweep in front of my face and stopped as if he wanted me to stare at it, “So, you want to know more about this?"

Whatever force that held me in place loosened a little, and I could breathe freely, “… We're sorry."

Phil shook his head as if confused, “No need to apologize for seeking knowledge. My only concern is whether this book is the right method for impertinent runts like yourself…"

Another choked grunt escaped Theo's throat, and a surprising noise followed. A ripping, tearing noise made by strained fabric. It sent shivers down my spine, and my eyes pulled to the side as I desperately tried to get a better look.

“Ah," Phil said and swept his index finger the other way.

In an instant, I was forced to focus on the book once more.

“Your friend will play the role of Lyco, and you'll be Feli," Phil said, inching closer with his free hand. My eyes were forced to cross as he tensed his index finger, reached in, and flicked it with an audible snap against my forehead.

The power which had held me let go, and I stumbled back. My mouth dropped open as a rippling sensation of warmth spread from my forehead. It surged through me, and reverberated as if bouncing around my insides. Heat grew as my face flushed red, and the feeling spread across the rest of me.

My heart was pounding, my lungs screamed for more air, and I started panting as I reached up with my hands. The heat pulsated in tune with my heart, and I looked up in panic. I needed to stop it somehow, and my instincts screamed at me to flee, lunge at him, or… or do anything!

But, even as I tried to reach for him, grunting in exertion, it felt like every impulse was drowned out by what was now coursing through my body.

Phil stepped back, raised a finger to his petite mouth, “Shhh."

I managed to look over at Theo and saw something odd. His t-shirt had been tight as it was, but now there were small tears forming along every seam. He crouched a little and kept grunting while his hands were reaching toward his face.

As I tried to open my mouth, it felt as if my stomach began to tighten. It rippled and tingled with the intense heat, and I had the urge to stretch my back. I gave into it for the briefest moment, and relief followed. It kept going. I stretched, puffing my chest up, and that relief I'd felt turned into a sudden moan as I shut my eyes.

Phil chuckled in the background, and my hands moved to my midsection as I drew a deep breath.

It felt surprisingly good to stop resisting. The annoying heat became a blanket of comforting warmth, and the pulsating shivers a soothing massage. Each breath became easier, my chest felt as if it was swelling, and I couldn't help but smile as I gripped at my sweater. It felt baggier than usual, and curiosity drove me to feel along my belly, where the heat seemed to focus. Part of my mind cried out that something had changed, and I looked down in wonder as I lifted the sweater.

I'd lost weight. My flabby center was tightening, and each gasp made the difference more pronounced. There were actual lines forming as the muscles seemed to swell, and there was some kind of discoloration spreading upwards from my trousers. It made me freeze in place, and my eyes widened as it shifted, slowly claiming more skin.

Tingling like pinpricks that radiated outwards. A shade of orange brown in the center, surrounded by a lighter shade. Hairs, hundreds of them, becoming thousands as I stared. As the seconds ticked by, the original fuzz of my pleasure trail simply disappeared in the short but thick jungle that was forming.

Another ripping noise brought me out of my daze, and I shot to attention as I looked up.

The seam along Theo's left arm had ripped open, and a tear had spread across the back of his t-shirt.

His back muscles along the armpit bulged, and a shade of that weird hair was blooming on him as well. Contrary to me, the growing hair had hues of gray and black. Theo's steady grunting had changed as well. Now he was huffing, snorting as he sniffed the air in search of something.

My throat felt dry as I swallowed, licked my lips, and couldn't stop looking at him. In the back of my mind, I was screaming, utterly confused and wondering what the hell was going on. But between that and the increasingly wondrous massage… The steady urge to flex and shift my stance, it made it difficult to react in panic.

I felt good…

A clenching sensation hit my nose, and I squinted while shutting my eyes once more. Heat pulled away from the rest of me, rushed into my face, and I grimaced in response as my lips pulled back.

The unease grew, fear coiled itself around my mind once more, and then it dawned on me.

Don't resist, embrace it, enjoy it…

I stretched my neck, urging it to keep doing whatever it was up to, and was promptly rewarded.

Soothing and pulsating from within, another humming massage. I could see my own nose moving as it was tugged forward and flattened a little as the skin darkened. My jaw was pulled along with it, and I grunted at the odd sensation. Then, the feeling eased up, and I could breathe once more. Relaxation followed as I drew a deep breath through my changed nose.

It made my eyes widen with the sudden realization that the air was full of interesting scents. A complex sea that ranged from dusty old books to a hint of vanilla, and something else that made my mouth water.

I kept sniffing, wanting to catch that deep, earthy, if somewhat pungent odor that wafted in the air. Theo turned around, and I got to see his face. His jaw jutted out a little, and his nose had both grown black and puffy as the edges curled a little. As I watched, his lips twitched as he sniffed the air.

It suddenly seemed obvious that the tantalizing scent was coming from him. Hell, it seemed similar to his old scent in a way, but transformed. That raunchy, sweaty scent I'd caught on him many times before, but now it pulled on me instead. I gulped, and my thoughts spiraled away as I imagined getting close to him.

Theo's altered mouth dropped open, and he looked down in surprise while crouching a little. His hands moved to his rear, and he tugged on the back of his shorts as he gasped in relief.

“Don't worry, you're going to have a tail of your own soon," Phil said without warning.

A tail!?

I looked back at Phil, and saw him smirk at me while holding the book as its surface still glimmered in the light. A low murmuring sound followed, and it drew my attention to Theo once more.

He was rubbing his hips, humping the air at random, and grunted softly. Something flicked along the back of his t-shirt, and then I saw it… A fleshy nub, bristling with growths of hair even as it lengthened. A happy grin marked his face as he seemed to enjoy it, drawing deep breaths. The seams along the side of his t-shirt widened even further, and his pecs were revealed.

Even while watching, I could feel the same thing encroaching on myself. Pressure growing along my crack, pulsating with heat, offering me a choice as I stood there.

Give in, or resist?

I wanted to give in, to feel more of it.

No, I don't! Yes, I do!

It felt absurd to argue with my own thoughts, and my gaze dropped.

I caught sight of my hands and was surprised by how they looked. Rougher in a way, more sinewy, yet denser as if packed with more mass. Even that twig of a wrist I used to have seemed firmer, and the veins pounded with force.

Curiosity made me pull up my sweater once more, and my breath shuddered in response. I reached in, felt the now dense orange-brown fur that had settled like a wide pleasure trail. The fur settled in such a way that one could still see the outline of my abs.

Something pressed against the back of my trousers, and I could feel the belt starting to dig into my hips. I reached down, stopped, and couldn't help but sniff the air as I caught something new.

Rich with odors, wafting from down below. Different compared to Theo's scent, but still pleasant. I bit my lip as I reveled in the feeling and couldn't help but wish for more. Blood rushed to my crotch as that lust for power became something alluringly sensual.

If only…

I looked toward Theo once more, saw the tail hanging from his rear, and to my surprise, he was quite eagerly rubbing the front of his shorts. He was panting, staring into nowhere, masturbating himself in a daze. I could imagine myself getting trapped in the same situation, and panic welled up as a result. It made me look over at Phil, and I saw him staring in amusement at Theo while biting his thumb-nail.

We need to stop!

The heat of the moment provided the leverage I needed. I stumbled forward, struggling against my tight trousers, and reached out as I caught hold of Theo's shoulder. He jumped in surprise, looked back at me, and our eyes met once more.

Fuck, he smells good…

My nose wiggled, and his own did the same. Thoughts raced even as I tried to clamp down on them.

I wanted to stay like this, to have more, to feel… feel what exactly?

Theo's now fuzzy shoulder felt warm to the touch. Firmer and curved with swelling mounds of new musculature. Even as I touched him, more of his t-shirt tore and gave way in my hand.

Snap out of it!

I tightened my grip on Theo's arm, and his face twisted in pain without warning. It caused me to let go in shock.

“Ow…" Theo murmured as he reached to feel his arm.

“He's doing this!" I snapped and pointed to Phil.

Theo turned to look and his eyes shot wide as if he'd forgotten about the librarian.

Phil merely perked his brow, “Oh, don't mind me…"

Theo stumbled back, shorts drooping a little as he reached down to pull them up. I turned to run, and Theo followed suit as he hobbled off. Fear churned in my gut as we started running, and I glimpsed back to look whether we were being followed.

“Do come back if you want to learn some more!" Phil hollered in the distance and waved the book.

***

Theo was panting like mad as we marched across the campus. I was as well, but he seemed caught in his own world while barely holding onto his shorts.

His tail dropped behind him in the open as I spoke up, “Theo! Tail!"

“ Whu?" He grunted, looking at me.

My heart pounded, and I could see others looking, “You've got a tail hanging out," I hissed.

Theo reached back, shuffled with his shorts, and grabbed his tail for a moment as his eyes widened in shock, “Just… hurry up!"

We raced to the stairs that led up to the dorm, and Theo grabbed hold of the door handle. He then looked over at me and froze as if shocked by my appearance, “Chris, your face… You…"

I reached up to my cheek and felt fuzz there… a lot of it. Wild sideburns with a feeling that didn't belong to a beard. It was thicker and smoother. There was also a lot more of it, coating my neck and disappearing down my back.

“The hell?" someone said out loud.

I glanced back, saw people standing by the bottom of the stairs, and felt an unnerving twitch in the new appendage which had grown in the back of my trousers. It made me motion for Theo to hurry the hell up.

He pulled the door wide open, hurried inside, and I scurried after. Theo near leaped up the stairs, tail flopping side to side. Moments later, he was bolting down the hallway, and I kept up the pace as we reached our room. Theo scrambled to unlock it, heaved the door open, and I caught it mid-swing as I slipped in behind him.

A heavy odor met my nose as I stepped inside. It reminded me of us, but had a strange simplicity to it. Sweaty and musky, but lacking the many interesting notes that lingered in Theo's scent trail. Theo stepped into the center of the room, put his hands on the nearby cluttered desk, and panted as he stared into the wall.

“What… was that?" Theo whispered.

“Magic," I said and stepped closer.

He looked at me and frowned, “I got that part! But, is this real? An illusion? Magic's supposed to be fire and lightning… You do it in the military, not… you don't do this to people…"

I was silent, then watched as he stood tall. He lifted his hands and seemed to focus on the dusting of gray fur that had invaded his upper arm. His hands had changed as well, bigger, hardier. Even his nails had darkened and pulled into something that was akin to blunt claws.

My chest still heaved as I looked down to focus on myself. Whatever happened seemed to have stopped for now, and while I still felt warm, it was more of annoyance than all-consuming presence.

Theo felt his chest, grabbed at the tatters of his black t-shirt, and pulled. The already weakened seams ripped within seconds, and one final tug loosened the whole thing.

I watched as he licked his chops and a wicked smile was left behind. He chuckled, raised his arms, and flexed as his biceps bulged into defined mounds.

“Fucking hell… Just look at me… I'm a beast," Theo murmured, then turned to face me.

I gulped as I began to realize how much he'd changed. He'd been fit before, and his now wider torso and bulging abs were one thing, but the rest… Grayish-black fur rippled out from his tight shorts, reached up his chest, and had exploded outwards as it invaded his armpits. Based on the outline along the side of his shorts, and the presence of a big damp spot, it looked like he was still rocking quite a boner.

“Show me," Theo said, still smiling, as he looked over at me.

It was such a weird request, but… damn if I didn't want to see for myself. I caught the top of my sweater, pulled it up, struggled to slip it past my jutting jaw, and eased it off my arms.

As the sweater dropped to the floor, Theo nodded approvingly, “Nice… Not as big as me, but…"

It felt insulting, yet there was something that felt off. All of this was thrilling, but what about our lives? More than that, was this feeling natural? Magical? Or…

I looked down, saw the orange-brown hues of my pleasure trail, sided by lighter tones. By now it covered most of my chest, even if it was a tad sparser along the sides. My new musculature moved subtly as I drew breath, and I flexed one arm. I looked slimmer overall, but trimmed. The fat was long gone, and the new curves followed the firm muscles.

I drew a deep breath, and I could feel the warmth flowing through my body as I smiled.

“… Dude, you're changing again," Theo said.

I blinked, looked at him, and the warmth abated once more, “Where? How?"

Theo stepped closer to me, and his black nose wiggled as he sniffed, “Fur… and…"

He reached out, felt along my ribs, and suddenly hit a sensitive spot. It made me jump in surprise as I leaned back and turned to look. There was something sitting beside my abs, a black mark of sorts, “What the hell did you do?"

“I think that's a…" Theo said as he motioned to his own chest and started feeling around.

I felt the spot on my chest, and a strange but familiar feeling followed. It was almost as if…

“Hah, I have them too… more nipples," Theo said.

More nipples!?

I looked to the other side of my chest, and through the sparse fur I could see another nub.

“It's what Philias said, I know what we're turning into…" I said.

“Whatever it is, it's awesome," Theo said.

His eagerness made made me frown as I marched past him, opened the bathroom door, and stepped inside. I then looked in the mirror and saw my eyes widen in surprise at what I saw. The jutting jaw, the black nose, a whole mound of fur growing outward from my neck and throat. Even my canines looked bigger as my lips could barely cover them.

Theo sauntered in, brushed close me just like before, and made fur brush against fur as our chins almost touched.

“ Whoa ," Theo murmured.

“Lyco… Felid… It's that kingdom on the continent across the sea," I said.

Theo's smile grew to reveal wicked teeth, “I'm a wolf… you're a lion."

I wanted to snap at him, but my words wavered as my gaze fell on his reflection. The scents that wafted off him, especially that warm and raunchy, almost stinging scent coming from down below. Even the mirror showed that obscene bulge hidden in his shorts.

What am I thinking?

Suddenly, I felt his hand. He touched my sideburns, trailing his blunt claws into the thicker fur along the side of my neck.

“… You smell good," Theo whispered.

There was a rumble coming from his chest, low and murmuring as he inched even closer. His breath wafted over my nose, and a trickle of saliva clung to his fangs.

It was slow—almost imperceptible—but the fur on his chest was spreading. It fluffed out in the center as it grew longer, thickened at the edges, and a shade of new growth stretched as it spread out from his armpits.

My ears twitched gently, my hands itched, and I had the urge to stretch my legs as I stood there.

His nose touched my cheek, and that rumble became a low but steady growl. My belt tightened yet again, and I grunted in discomfort as I reached down. My fingers caught the belt, and I fiddled with the metal buckle.

The pressure grew more intense, and in a fit of frustration, I pulled on the belt in an attempt loosen it. A clatter followed as the belt's pin suddenly shot away. It made me grunt in relief as the trousers finally relaxed, and Theo chuckled back. He kept smirking, and I could feel his hand as he hooked it into the back of my trousers, and tugged on it.

An intense but odd sensation followed as something slipped free from my rear. Theo leaned back, smirking like an idiot, “Huh, look at that… Cute tail, kitty."

I turned to the side as I looked into the mirror, and I could see a ropy but fleshy tail hanging 4-5 inches from my rear. Golden brown fur lined its surface until it ended in a dark, fuzzy tuft.

“What are we doing?" I murmured.

“I can't help it…" Theo whispered in my ear as his hand caught my tail.

I gasped as his grip grew firmer, and he started stroking along its length. As the pleasurable sensation grew, our surroundings seemed to fade away—it was me and Theo, nothing else.

My chest started tingling. A ripple wandered down my spine, and the warmth flourished inside me once more. I knew what it meant, but I didn't try to resist even as the pressure grew in my buttocks once more.

Theo kept stroking, and I could feel as my tail was getting longer. The base thickened as he teased the top along my crack. There was an itch in my throat, causing my breath to waver. Each shudder made the sensation swell as a rumble invaded my throat. Soon enough, it was reverberating like the purr of a true feline.

Over and over, my chest hummed with that delightful purr while Theo gently braced his big muzzle along my shoulder. His free hand slipped onto my chest, and he dug his claws through my thick fur.

I leaned into his embrace and wrapped my arms along his widening chest. Fur was now spreading wildly along his upper body, and I buried my nose into his dense pelt, drawing in a deep breath. There was something right about all this. An instinctual comfort, two halves that fit as if made for one another.

Pressure grew on my leg, and I realized that Theo was rubbing his crotch along my body.

Part of me wanted to scream and protest, but those feelings felt rather hollow now. Where did they come from? Why had I always assumed that they were right? This was good, and I felt better than ever before. Why resist when this made me feel more complete?

Theo teased my nipples one by one, moving at random. It both tickled and sparked my arousal as I struggled to keep quiet. A murr filled my ear as his embrace tightened, and I found myself pressed against his chest. I tightened my grip along his back, and Theo suddenly arched his back with a surprised gasp.

“Ah! Claws!" Theo snapped.

I let go in an instant, pulled my hands back, and we both looked down to see. My nails were missing, and in their place were small slits where cloudy but sharp claws had emerged.

“We're still changing," I whispered.

“Hell yeah!" Theo snapped.

I gulped, and as I watched, the fine claws on my fingers slipped back into their homes. At first, it seemed to happen at random, but as I tightened my hand, they slipped out once more.

Theo chuckled as he held up his own hand to compare. His claws were blunt and black. The shape of his fingers thick and rough. Fur had bristled along most of his upper hand, while his palm looked almost padded.

“Careful with those claws, kitty," Theo said.

I let the claws spring free once more and grinned back at him, “Kitty, huh?"

Theo chuckled, “Mighty lion…"

My tail moved on its own, shuffling side to side. The feel of it moving in what seemed like sheer instinct made me cautious, “We need to stop."

“Why?" Theo asked.

“What if it's permanent?" I asked.

Theo opened his muzzle, and I watched his dark lips move as if trying to make up his mind.

“… Or, at least, hold back," I said.

Theo's grin returned as his bestial maw opened and a longer tongue slipped out, “Believe me, I'm holding back as it is."

Even now, I could feel it. The ripples across my body, the strange tension in my bones, the thumping heat inside of me. We were changing, ever so subtly for every second that passed. I leaned in and wrapped my hands along his back once more, this time the claws staying hidden.

“Good kitty," Theo murmured.

“You don't learn, do you, mutt?" I chuckled back.

His hands teased along my upper back, and he drew a deep breath as he buried his nose in my mane, “Admit it, you love this… I can smell it on you, the arousal, the need, the urge… You want me."

My nose wiggled as I drew in the warm scents that rose between us. It was getting stronger, more potent, purging those old human odors.

“… And you? You want me?" I asked.

A bit of drool flowed along his lip as he leaned back and looked into my eyes. As I watched, I could see the subtle changes there as well. Irises growing bigger, an intense bluish tint invading his usual hue.

“I've wanted to fuck you since this started in the library…" Theo said.

I was dumbfounded.

His hands moved along my ribs, rubbing and teasing as he smiled, “Purr for me, kitten."

There were so many feelings and urges tugging on me that I barely knew what to do. Even as he kept teasing me, I felt that urge to purr once more, but resisted it. Theo smirked back, ears wiggling a little as they were growing pointed.

My breath shuddered, and I tipped my head as I leaned into his embrace once more. His now fluffy chest-fur brushed along my nose as I wiggled about. It brought out that primal scent clinging to his hide, and I could feel the strong, steady thump of his heart. Warmth oozed off him as his pecs swelled with every rumbling breath. I had to struggle to keep myself from purring, to let that urge take over.

Theo reached down, caught my already sagging trousers, and pulled. They slumped to my knees and left me in my boxers. I could feel his hands moving along our midsections as he unbuttoned his shorts, and wiggled out of them. Moments later, he pushed his closer, and our hard shafts rubbed against one another through the boxers we wore.

The mere idea of something like this would have sent me running just a few hours ago, but now…

A shiver ran down my spine, and something gave way inside of me. The rumble returned to my throat, and that hearty purr got going again. It made my tail lash in excitement, as my short muzzle wandered, and I gave his firm pec a gentle nip.

“Wrr-uff," Theo uttered in surprise.

I grinned back at his cute response, found his nipple, and let my tongue slip out. His breath shuddered as my tongue draped along the fuzzy edges. I circled inward, feeling the supple skin, the small dimples; and teased the very tip.

“ Ruff," he grunted with another canine noise.

The taste was surprisingly interesting—a hint of salt, musky in a way, as if the scents from our bodies could now be tasted. He seemed to like it, so I searched his chest with my hands. Another pair of nipples rested just below his pecs, the third set along his abs, and the fourth…

I felt along his boxers, and eased my fingers inside as I followed the curvature of his muscles.

There, just along the bulging V cut of his abdominal muscles. I took care to keep my claws hidden, and gently rubbed the tips. A murmur escaped his throat and turned into another low growl as he thrust his hips against me.

I moaned back in surprise, only to catch something odd on my tongue. A sweet, rather rich taste. It made me freeze for a moment, only to continue as I gently suckled on his pec. Theo was growling and murmuring with his muzzle digging through the fur along my shoulders.

More of that sweet taste emerged, and in some absurd way, it felt familiar. A drop, or two, nothing more. I eased back in fear that I was hurting him somehow, and realized why I'd recognized the taste.

“… Milk?" I asked in surprise, meeting his gaze.

Theo looked at me in surprise and strained to look down his own pecs, “… Really?"

“… Yeah," I whispered.

Theo blinked for a moment, and his shit-eating grin returned, “Huh, well… If ya don't like it, then I have some heavier cream down below that you might like."

I grinned, feeling and seeing as my short muzzle stretched out just a bit further. Theo stared back, seeming to delight in my changes as his tongue almost draped out a little. I held his back and extended my claws just a hint.

Theo arched his back, “… Please, oh mighty lion?"

I relaxed my claws, leaned in once more, and let my nose hover along his chest as I crouched down.

What am I doing?

Suddenly, I was there, hands along his hips, resting on the waistband of his gray boxers. His erect shaft lined the right side of it, and I could see swampy mess of pre that had even flowed down the leg of his boxers.

The scent was intoxicating as my nose hovered mere inches away. Theo wasn't exactly the shy sort, and once or twice, I'd caught an unwilling glimpse of it before. I could remember how it used to upset me, but now I found myself wondering why thoughts like it would cause such unease.

Theo moved his hips closer with an eager grunt, and the damp fabric pressed against my nose.

I leaned back, feeling as if my mind struggled with itself regarding what I really wanted. Strings of thick pre dangled in the air from our brief touch, and my tongue flicked up as it brushed my nose.

It tasted like him, the new Theo, the hefty wolf that loomed above me. Another smile grew as my lips curled, and I pulled on his boxers. The glans was revealed first, nestled in the damp fur which had grown to cover his loins. His shaft sagged forward a little as more of it was revealed, and I kept pulling until his sack was left bare.

His nether regions looked oddly untouched by the changes to the rest of his body, and while there was a hint of fuzz at the base of his shaft, the rest was quite human. Theo's hands touched the top of my head, and I could hear his heavy, eager breathing. He nudged me a little, as if begging me to get closer, but didn't want to force me.

Heat radiated from his crotch as I inched closer and reached my tongue out. Part of it caught his bare shaft and a bit of that pre-soaked fur. It was good, and that's what was so surprising to me.

Theo's murmur shifted ever so subtly as I started lapping and brought my hands closer. He moaned and growled at the same time, as he slowly bucked his hips forward. My tongue tingled, and the more I licked, the more my tongue seemed to catch on his sensitive skin.

I was changing again—I could feel it, and… so was he.

Each time I moved down and draped my tongue all the way up to his mushroom tip, something had changed. A bit more fur creeping upwards, a pale gray tone setting into the skin. A bit of… growth. I watched, somewhat mesmerized as his glans pushed out further than should have been possible.

The tip seemed particularly eager, and it tugged on the rest of his shaft. A small spurt of pre shot up, a few droplets landed in his belly fur, and the rest landed on my black nose with a brief touch of warmth.

I licked my chops and let my tongue catch the droplets as I stared between his legs.

His sack was changing as well—hell… his testicles were thumping a little with the power that flowed through us. A darkening, mottled set of hues were growing as I cupped his balls in my hand.

I let my tongue out yet again, tasted the changing skin of his sack, and heard Theo gasp. The musky and salty taste grew more intense as my tongue followed the outline of his balls. More spurts followed, and I was forced to shut my eyes as the drops of warm pre settled on my face.

I reached down with my free hand, tugged my own boxers down, and grasped my own shaft.

Slick and wet, just like his. The texture of my shaft felt different, and the exposed tip made me shiver as I gently traced its surface with my hand. Theo nudged my head again, and I opened my eyes as I resumed licking at his shaft.

As his foreskin and the rest of his shaft grew fuzzier, the exposed tip and new reddening flesh, started growing larger. It smoothed out, took on more curves, and in turn forced his foreskin down even further.

A sheath—that was what it was turning into… a canine sheath…

I felt along the changing foreskin, feeling as my fingers grew slick from the pre trickling down. My fingers felt something along his abdomen, and I turned my head to look. At the very base of his shaft, the skin was slowly fusing together with his abdomen. Seeing it made my heart pound, and I felt along the bottom of my own shaft. It hadn't developed as much, but my own genitals were surely changing as well.

I hungered for more, then rose up on my knees as I looked down at his shaft. With a gulp, I opened my maw and extended my tongue as I swallow his shaft into my short muzzle. Theo shivered with delight, and this time his small spurts of pre caught in the back of my throat.

My tongue helped gulp it down, and my hand that cupped his sack could now feel the changes. His testicles were swelling, and growing more oblong. They filled out the sack, and resettled his scrotum as they were forced to look for more space.

Theo's growls deepened, and his claws tightened around my head as he started fucking my mouth. I remained in place, worked my tongue, and could taste the changes as his inner beast was brought out. Pre growing thicker, taking on an almost oily texture as it grew more savory.

My own pleasure seemed to take a backseat as I reached up with one hand, and used the other to feel the base of his shaft. The sheath was thickening, starting to bundle up by the base of his increasingly canine dick.

Panting and huffing, he picked up the pace with another series of guttural growls.

While his sack swelled and his shaft lengthened, I could also feel something happening at the base of his shaft. A swelling growth that I could even see with my eyes as Theo pulled out, only to shove his shaft back in.

Suddenly, he tensed up. His shaft grew rock hard, and his lungs seemed to seize up. He then pressed down on my head with his hands, and I could feel his tapered shaft curve as it forced itself into my throat. A surprised gurgle escaped my muzzle, and Theo let out what could only be a distorted howl.

Rich, thick seed spilled out, and caught in the back of my throat as I struggled to swallow. Much of it promptly escaped along my tongue, and thick globs of it started dribbling onto the floor.

I could barely wheeze through my nose as that all-consuming scent of his cum filled my airways.

Then, he let go. His body relaxed, satiated and exhausted at the same time. His red, almost burgundy shaft slipped free from my muzzle. It still throbbed with might, with a new set of bulges at the base. I could hear his gasping breaths as he loomed over me, chest heaving with exertion.

I swallowed once more and leaned back, feeling as a mess of slobber, pre, and cum still clung to my muzzle. A soft thump was heard as my back hit the tiled wall. Theo followed shortly after and sat down on his knees in front of me within the cramped bathroom.

A moment later he was nuzzling me, not seem to care about the presence of his own cum. Hell, he even lapped at it. Eagerly licking it off me as he slurped along my fuzzy face. His clawed hands tended to my hair, and that in turn caught me by surprise. I now had golden-brown locks of it hanging within my field of vision.

Theo smiled with a feral grin, and I found myself amazed at how happy he seemed.

“You have a mane, and golden eyes," Theo said as his hands idly stroked along my chest.

“The mane's been there a while," I said, and smiled back, suddenly feeling rather exhausted.

Theo glanced down and extended his long canine tongue as he licked his chops, “Your tongue felt really good earlier."

“Oh?" I wondered.

Theo nodded, and crouched down as he settled on all fours. My heart jumped a little as I felt his warm breath brush against my crotch, only to be made even better as his big maw enveloped my shaft.

I put my hands along the top of his head and looked down. His ears had grown triangular as they migrated upwards, and there was even a hint of white fuzz growing along the inside of each one. I couldn't help but stroke and fold them along his head as he eagerly bobbed his head, sucking me off. The movement of his tongue seemed a lot wilder than my own. Heck… he even lapped my balls, before eagerly draping it all the way up in a single sweep.

My breath picked up pace, and I could already feel myself on the edge. Something bothered me though. The heat which had been so intense, felt distant now. I clung to the feel of it, wishing for it to come back, even as my body tensed up while my peak grew ever closer.

I clutched the thick black fur on top of his head, gritted my teeth, and lifted my muzzle. A feline snarl rumbled in my chest, far deeper and powerful than those purrs from earlier.

Theo kept licking and slurping, eagerly catching every spurt. It made my insides tense up something fierce as I tried to hold back and rocked my head side to side. Orgasm washed over me, and I cried out in sweet release.

Finally, it settled, and I gasped for breath as my chest heaved.

I leaned my head back against the tiles and let myself rest as Theo lifted his head.

“Did ya like that?" Theo asked with a dark rumble to his voice.

“Loved it," I whispered, with a raspy voice that didn't sound like my own.

Theo sniffed at the air and leaned down again. He licked here and there, teasing my fur with his claws, and I looked down in wonder. My shaft had changed as well, though not as much as his. There was a sheath with thick but short fur in creme-brown hues, a nice set of round balls resting on the tiles, and a reddish-shaft with a surprising set of small dimples on it.

As I watched him lick and tease with his tongue, there were definite sparks of pleasure as he worked those little bumps. Theo glimpsed up at me with his stark blue eyes and smirked. I smiled back, only for him to tease me with another lick that made me arch my back in surprise.

Theo chuckled, and I could feel his nose nuzzle my sack. Moments later, my balls lifted, and he started sniffing rather intently.

“What are you…" I whispered, and looked down again.

His ears were perked, muzzle flat along the ground, with my balls resting rather obscenely on his muzzle. Our eyes met, even as I felt his warm breath tease my ass.

“… Theo?" I asked.

He pulled back a little, and licked his chops as he grinned back, “What, kitty?"

“… Nothing," I whispered, reaching out to stroke the soft fuzz on the top of his head.

***

I violently rubbed the towel along my neck, and could feel it getting soggy. Fur—it turned out—absorbed a lot of water, and I let it drop to the floor. A sigh followed as I reached out, caught the last one, and hoped that Theo wasn't eager to grab a shower of his own.

I wrapped the new towel over my back, reached out to the mirror, and wiped the fog off of it.

A new face and a new body met my gaze. My eyes were becoming a rich orange hue, whiskers poked out from my half-grown muzzle, and a flat if rather wide nose marked the front.

I drew a deep breath and watched my chest swell with newfound power. They were strange sensations, feeling my tail gently sway, my hand move along my fuzzy chest. Even when wet, my mane tended to stand out, and it filled me with an odd feeling of comfort.

It felt good, but it also seemed as if I was half-cooked. The underside of my arms barely had any fur, my foot ached, and I had the urge to lift my heel, but that only helped for a few moments.

Then there was my crotch. I eased back a little and looked down. Half a sheath had grown, and a reddish tip with a bunch of sensitive nibs stood out. The fur was sparse there as well, and while my balls looked plump, they surely weren't as prominent as Theo's set.

I blinked, looked in the mirror once more, and reached up as I felt my lips along with the big canines. Both of us had been horny, but that didn't feel like a proper excuse for what we'd done, nor did it fix the conflicted feeling in my heart. Part of me wanted to be closer to him, to give in, march out there, and embrace him.

My gut tightened, and I found it baffling that my feelings toward Theo affected me more than my changed body. It made me doubt my current mind, my past, and… it affected my future as well.

Theo had always been something of a show-off, getting close at odd times and teasing, but that was just him fucking around. Right?

I drew a deep breath, eased the towel off my neck, and wrapped it around my midsection. A simple knot by the side held it in place, and I stepped up to the door. An annoying creak could be heard as I eased the door open and looked out.

Theo was sitting on the floor—in the small space between our beds—and was clad in nothing but his fur. He was holding one foot-paw up as he stared into the mirror on the wall. His pinkish tongue dangled at the side of his muzzle as he turned to look at me, ears perking in wonder.

A big fuzzy brute, heavy balls sitting on the floor while his plump sheath was shown in an unabashedly primal display. His nose wiggled a little as he lifted his snout, and his tail started squirming along the floor. A happy grin grew on his muzzle as he lowered his leg, “What?"

My lips pulled back in a warm smile, and I could feel my heart flutter.

Why am I smiling? Why do I feel like this?

A weird and awkward feeling filled my gut as I stepped out, “… We need to talk."

Theo nodded, leaned forward and pushed up with his hands as he rose up on two legs. In a near instant he changed from a big fuzzy lump on the floor, to a broad shouldered, if somewhat-hunchbacked giant.

He walked closer, eyes focused on his lower half as he wiggled his feet-paws and flexed his knee as if something was odd, “Look…"

Theo showed his foot… paw… or whatever it now counted as. There were big black pads growing along the front, and his heel looked stretched rather oddly.

“And here," Theo added, and pointed to the thin black fuzz along his side. He then turned in the light, and I could see hints of his skin peering through.

“You can feel it too, right?" Theo asked, looking at me.

I knew what he was talking about. The sudden clarity in my thoughts, as if the magic had left us.

“… The heat's gone," I said.

Theo gulped with a slow nod, “We've stopped changing… What if we turn back?"

What if… we turn back?

My eyes widened, and my muzzle dropped open.

Theo held out his clawed hands, “I don't want to lose this."

My thoughts raced, “… Theo, we need to think about this, properly."

“I am, have been… You don't… agree?" Theo's voice had a rough edge to it, but it was barely a whisper at the same time.

I looked into his eyes, and I could see that they weren't done changing. If anything that bright blue luster seemed weaker than earlier.

“… That magic was doing something to our minds," I said.

Theo tipped his head to the side, “… Like what?"

I shook my head and motioned at him, “You can't tell? Look at you, how you- how we are behaving. We had sex in the bathroom!"

Theo's ears folded back, “… You didn't like it?"

Of course I liked it!

I gritted my teeth and felt my tail lash with a sudden burst of emotion, “I… I'm not…"

Theo drew a deep breath that made his chest swell, then motioned to me with his big hand, “Gay?"

I shook my head, “And you are!?"

Theo shrugged as he eyed me, “Apparently… Well… Um, it's both ways for me I guess…"

“And you… like me?" I asked.

Theo chuckled with a big feral grin, “I love you, bro."

I groaned as I rolled my eyes, “I mean… you like… like me."

Once more he tipped his head in a very canine manner, “Like… um, sure… yeah. I mean, it's more now… a lot more now. I guess the magic helped with that as well."

“… Helped?" I whispered.

He straightened himself, motioned to his bare body, “Sure, dude… Like, what's wrong with this?"

I looked down, and saw as he gave his big sheath a gentle scratch, “Would you not do that!?"

“What?" Theo smirked, lifted his hand, and gave it a quick sniff.

I shut my eyes, “… I don't know what to think about this."

There was a creak in the floorboards, and as I opened my eyes once more, he'd stepped closer.

His scent was stronger as I sniffed the air between us. Wolfish, male, virile. A pungent odor that made my mind tingle as I was reminded of our earlier fun.

“… Did you like it?" Theo asked, peering into my eyes.

I gulped, “… I liked it."

“So, what's the problem, bro?" Theo asked.

“I didn't think I was like this," I whispered, and my gaze wandered to the wall.

Theo's nose flared as I heard him draw a deep breath, “The shower didn't wash your scent out. I'm a wolf, you're a lion, we're pretty much made for each other."

I looked back to him and felt an impulse. To lean closer, to nuzzle and kiss him.

It made me gulp as I struggled with my own thoughts. What made it worse was that this time I couldn't even blame the magic, nor that heat driving me mad with lust.

“… Why is this so hard," I whispered.

Theo inched even closer, his nose almost touching my own, “You've never felt like this before? Never pondered what it would be like? To sneak over to my bed, or me giving you a visit?"

I rolled my eyes, “Of course I have…"

Theo's lips peeled back and I could hear his tail thump against the bed, “That's like… so gay, bro."

“Oh, shut the hell-"

He inched closer, and my words faded as our snouts touched. A nose rub, quickly turned into a nuzzle. His hands grabbed my sides, and I reached up to feel the lush fur growing from the sides of his head.

My heart thumped, but that magical heat was indeed gone. I felt good though, happy and-

The knot on my towel unraveled, Theo snickered, and stepped back with it in his hand.

“Got your towel," Theo teased, grinning like an idiot, and brought it to his nose as he sniffed it.

“… Very funny," I said and squinted back at him.

Theo looked me over and licked his lips, “Damn, you're hot…"

I bit my tongue for a moment, then relented, “… Ya think so?"

“Fuck yeah," Theo said, and reached down as he adjusted his sheath.

I smiled back, and-

The campus bells suddenly started ringing. Slow and steady as it counted up to five beats.

Theo's eyes grew as he looked toward the window, “… Library closes in an hour."

“… What do you want to do?" I asked.

Theo looked back to me, “… You choose."

“Me!? Why?" I asked.

Theo clutched my towel and brought it to his nose once more, “I can't go back on my own."

I gulped, looked down at myself, then over to Theo once more. None of us looked remotely human.

“… How do we live like this?" I asked.

Theo shrugged, “If we're not welcome here, maybe we'll move to that kingdom across the sea."

I should have been aghast and shocked, yet I found myself with a confidence I wasn't used to. With Theo by my side, we could accomplish things.

“… What if Philias turns us into humans again, just to spite us?" I asked.

Theo frowned, “Maybe, but you heard him… that we should go back, if we wanted to learn more."

I stepped closer, “… He's going to be angry if we insult him."

A devilish grin grew on Theo's muzzle, “Maybe that's exactly what we should do, to really make him curse us."

I chuckled back, tail wagging, “Tempting… But I think if we… If we show him that we've learned something, and we plead nicely… He'll let us stay like this."

Theo tipped his head, “I don't think we've finished changing yet, I want more."

My chest swelled with a fluttering feeling, “Same, so try to call him by his full name…"

“I'll try," Theo smirked back at me and closed the distance between us.

I looked down at the space between our bodies, “We can't walk across campus like this…"

“Ya sure?" Theo teased as he wrapped his arm along my back, then inched close enough that our sheaths touched.

“Theo…" I whispered as he sniffed the air and reached his hand down along my spine.

“Have I told you how much I love this tail of yours?" Theo asked, and grabbed the thick base of my tail.

I smirked back, “No?"

Theo's tongue slipped out as he licked his own nose, “So thick… warm, and…"

His clawed fingers reached underneath my tail, and I could feel him prod the sensitive pucker.

“The clock is ticking," I whispered, trying to fight the feeling that was welling up inside of me.

Theo grumbled as he let go, “Yeah… guess you're right," then he looked down, “… but I don't think I have anything that fits my body any longer."

“… Guess it's time for you to try one of my baggy sweaters," I said with a chuckle.

Theo's shoulders slouched as he threw me a tired stare, “… Only because I have no other choice."

***

The word 'grumpy' seemed like a good way to describe Theo as I watched him. Ears folded back, face twisted into an annoyed grimace. The sweater barely covered his bigger stature, and sometimes I caught a glimpse of fur when it pulled up above his shorts. He'd been forced to unbutton the shorts just to fit inside, and the garment seemed to chafe his tail and rear as he kept adjusting it. My own rear end itched in annoyance as I found myself with the same problem.

The sun was setting, and it painted the campus in a rich orange glow as we approached the library.

People were stopping to look at us, and while I tried to smile at a few of them, Theo merely kept marching along. So far no one had shouted or tried to interfere, and I found myself sighing in relief as we ascended the library stairs.

Soon enough, we were walking through the entry hall, and I saw the receptionist glance up. To my surprise, she made a subtle smile and looked down again as if this was just another day for her.

Theo sniffed wildly at the air as we stepped into the library itself. I lifted my own nose and followed suit. Books, vanilla, a floral scent coming from the reception desk. It felt difficult to remember or put into words what Philias had smelled like, but… something told me he was still in here.

As I watched, Theo prowled toward the left, ears perked as he huffed the air. Then, he darted to the right, and seemed catch something.

“This way," Theo uttered, and started marching.

I hurried after, joined his side, and caught the same scent that he'd found. Rather than a trail, it was more like a diffuse cloud, and its potency grew increasingly stronger as we walked.

Instead of heading into the long rows of bookshelves, we found ourselves heading into the reading area. Desks lined the big room, and a greenish glow from a hundred desk lamps suffused the area in its light. Fortunately, the reading area seemed mostly vacant.

The scent took a sudden turn, and I veered toward the right. Theo followed as we came upon an isolated bookshelf, and peeked around the corner.

Sitting in the bookshelf's shadow was our mysterious librarian. He was seated in what looked like a small island, made up of a round carpet and an extravagant chair. Next to him was a nicely carved table, a tall lamp, and a tea set. In one hand was the book we'd seen earlier, and in the other was a cup of tea. As we watched, he idly glanced up, and took a delicate sip from his cup.

He smacked his lips a couple of times and smirked at us, “Well, well… Look who's back."

I glanced over at Theo, who in turn met my gaze. Finding Philias was one thing, but what now?

Philias gently shut the book, reached up with one hand in the air, and drew a circle. Theo leaned back, and I perked up as the circle turned into what looked like a shimmering black hole. Philias demeanor hardly seemed to change as he idly eased the book into the small vortex. Once done, he idly snapped his fingers and the hole diffused into nothing.

He looked back at us, raised his hand, and motioned with one finger, “Come here, both of you."

My ears wiggled and Theo lowered his head as we approached, but stopped outside of reaching distance.

Philias lifted one leg over the other, clasped his hands, and made a pleased smirk, “At least you're not here demanding things any longer, a definite improvement. You may start your groveling."

I could feel that Theo sought my eyes, and I glanced over at him. It felt as if he was asking me a question, a pleading one at that.

My gaze wandered back to Philias, “Sorry for disturbing you again… But we have questions."

“Yeah," Theo whispered.

Philias huffed and drew a deep breath, “Go on?"

I motioned to the myself and Theo, “Is this permanent?"

“It's not, because I didn't finish it, so you can turn back to-"

Theo leaned closer, ears perking as he failed to contain himself, “Please don't turn us back, anything but that."

Philias blinked and his mouth dropped open for a moment, “… Oh."

I nodded, “We'll do almost anything… Just don't turn us back."

Theo continued, “Please, Phil…" Philias' stare darkened, and Theo kept his tone going, “...-ias."

“Well, this complicates matters," Philias said, and sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

“We could be… new exchange students?" I asked.

Philias glanced at me, “Don't be stupid… Do you realize how much paperwork that requires?"

Theo smiled a little, “We could make sure people don't trouble you."

“You mean people like you?" Philias said and tipped his head as he eyed Theo.

“… Are you saying that you can't do it?" I whispered.

His frown grew as he turned to stare at me, “Cute, but I can tell what you're doing."

I lowered my head a little and gave him what felt like an awkward smile, “Sorry, we just… we're better now, and we don't want to go back to what we were."

Theo inched closer to me, “And we understand the story now."

“Oh, do you now?" Philias asked and pushed himself out of the chair.

He rose, taller than both of us despite our own growth in stature.

Theo lifted his gaze and smiled as if amused by Philias, “You're pretty tall, you know?"

Philias grew a smug smile as he looked at Theo, “You embraced it with an open heart, didn't you?"

Theo's chest swelled as he nodded, “I did…"

Philias looked at me and squinted, “Tell me, what does the book teach?"

I looked over at Theo, who in turn looked back at me—hopeful, if almost a bit desperate.

“Go on, speak from the heart," Philias said, and took a gangling step closer.

I pondered it. There was no way I could know for sure, but I could tell what those urges, instincts, and scents told me about Theo. They pulled on me even now, urging me to stay close.

“Lyco and Feli started out separate. One day they encountered each other… It could be a fluke or something else, but they were immediately drawn to each other," I said.

“That simple?" Philias asked, as he stopped and looked down at me.

I looked up, “Does it need to be more complicated than that?"

Philias shook his head, “It doesn't have to. Like two magnets, Lyco and Feli fit together a certain way. The book merely tries to reconcile that in regards to the rest of our fractured world."

“Oh," I whispered.

He raised his hand and let it hover in front of my chest, “There's no going back after this."

I could feel my tail wiggle in joy, “I don't mind…"

Philias merely huffed, and I could feel that shudder of magic in the room. The shadows flickered, and the lights brightened as a subtle glow enveloped his hand. He tapped my now fuzzy chest, and while the physical touch felt like nothing, a sudden shock of warmth bloomed in my body once more.

It was stronger this time around. Like a wild current that had been let loose inside my body. I stumbled back as my chest tightened, and I couldn't help but grunt as my claws emerged.

“And you," Philias said, and looked over at Theo.

I turned my head to look and saw Theo grin in delight as Philias touched his chest. A shudder of blue energy surged into Theo, and Philias stepped back.

Theo bent over a little, gritted his teeth, and looked at me as he let out a delighted moan.

Pain bit into my hips as the shorts stretched, promptly hit their limit, and popped as some big seam gave way. The intensity of it caught me by surprise. This wasn't the slow meandering change from earlier; it was harsher, all encompassing.

Subtle tremors shook my body, saliva flowed, and my teeth ached. My tongue felt strange as I moved it around my mouth. Its surface felt like sandpaper as my fangs started growing.

Theo's sweater was already ripping, and this time he helped out. He caught the fabric along his throat, dug his claws in, and ripped it off his chest as his muzzle extended another inch. Wicked canine fangs grew, and he let loose a harsh growl as his shorts split down the middle.

His tail twitched in agitation, and as the shorts fell to the ground, everything else settled in place. Balls sagging with their weight as they settled between his wide hips, sheath bobbing gently as his canine rod emerged with a trickle of pre on the floor.

Philias stepped back to his chair, apparently pleased by with what he saw. He grinned like a devil, and nibbled at his index finger as if deriving some distinct joy out of it all.

My chest heaved as I panted, and each breath made it feel as if I was exhaling steam. Within moments, the heat was starting to make me desperate as I tugged on my own sweater. Relief followed as my claws caught the thick fabric and cut through it with surprising ease. It only drove me on as I tore it apart, made a quick shake and felt as the clinging cloth fell to the floor. The already-loose shorts only required a rustle and a quick kick as they loosened.

Just like Theo, I'd skipped the shorts, and I now found myself bare to the world.

Theo let loose another snarl as he flexed his big arms and idly humped the air. He was still growing, tendons popping, and muscles twitching as they swelled all over. The only thing that seemed to tighten was his abdomen, and his changes only became clearer as he faced me.

I could see it in his eyes, the joy, that glinting delight burning in his mind. He stepped forward, heels popping as they stretched, and he stumbled a little. It made him chuckle as his humanity evaporated step by step, and the nature of a beast-man took its place.

Theo caught my shoulders as he leaned in, and I could feel the changes since he last touched me. Rougher pads on his hands, big claws, and a firm grip no human could make. It felt good, especially as I could feel the same sort of changes washing me over. I didn't even need to look in order to feel that my stance was shifting, legs thickening as they swelled. My shaft throbbed with need, and those small dimples from earlier itched with an intense urge.

My big wolf leaned in with his muzzle and met my own in a sloppy kiss. Drool mixed as our curved fangs bumped together, and he growled while I let loose a dark purr. Our shafts met with a wet kiss of their own, and his bestial hands stroked my sides.

He inched even closer, and I could feel his massive shaft hitting my middle with a heavy pat. My own shafted ticked as it rubbed along his belly fur, and Theo squeezed my butt with a lecherous murr.

More…

Theo's nose wiggled as he sniffed the air, and he seemed to hunger for something as he licked his black chops. By now, his blue eyes almost glowed, and he started tugging on my shoulders so that I'd turn around.

Part of me knew what was coming. Of course, I knew. The fact that I didn't resist—that I no longer wanted to resist—that made it so much more enticing.

My heart pounded with desire as I turned around to face the nearby bookcase, and Theo let out a pleased murr with delight as his rough hands slid down my hips. The weight of his erection slapped against my back, and it made me shudder in surprise. Then, he pulled closer, pressing his canine rod along my buttocks and tail.

The entire room seemed to swirl as I was caught in the haze of arousal, and it made me lean forward as I reached out to grab the bookcase.

More pops and cracks were coming from Theo as he changed, and I could hear the same happening in my own as I stretched. Muzzle growing more prominent, arms putting on the pounds, fur thickening across my body. My legs ached, and I looked down in time to see heels lifting as I was being reshaped into a more digitigrade stance.

To my surprise, Theo's warm breath trailing down my spine. Within moments, it touched the base of my tail as it wagged, and I could feel his snout nuzzling my ass. Huffing and sniffing, he grabbed my thrashing tail, eased it to the side, and a strange sensation followed.

His breath brushed against my tail hole in a confusing sensation of warmth and cold, and it caused a ripple of strange but pleasant sensations up my spine. It made me wonder if he was taking his canine nature a bit too-

My muzzle dropped open, and my eyes widened as I felt it. A big sloppy tongue, draping along the side of my tail, barely touching my exposed pucker. The sensation repeated, but stronger. I could even hear it this time, the wet slurp that dug into the virgin flesh hidden by my tail.

“Oh my," Philias whispered in the background.

As Theo opened his muzzle—big fangs poking at my buttocks—he started slurping like a wild beast. I groaned, shut my eyes, and couldn't help but let loose a purring moan. My claws raked the bookshelf, and my tail lifted high as I widened my stance.

Who knew that something like this could feel so good?

Tongue dangling, my chest heaved as I gently humped the air, feeling as my pucker clenched in tune with his frenzied feast. A guttural moan escaped as his tongue dug deeper, probing my rear with a feeling that made my tail twitch.

Theo let out another another hungry growl, and suddenly, he pulled back. His muzzle lifted, his rough hands moved upward, and then a great weight settled on my back.

I grunted in surprise as he locked his arms around my chest, and prodded my thoroughly lubed ass with a tip that felt unnaturally warm. The living image of his canine shaft, and its knot was still fresh in my mind as I could feel him push into me.

The tapered tip slipped in with ease, curving as it swelled in complex shapes. I had the urge to lean forward, but the bookcase stopped me as new sensations probed my depths. Uneasy at first, oddly warm, and tight yet smooth.

The already swelling knot bumped against my pucker, and Theo let out a deep but delighted moan.

He pulled out, promptly hilted his shaft inside me once more, and started thrusting. I felt as if I was still humping the air, trying to ease the way he pushed into me. But the feeling started changing, and the unease ebbed away as I relaxed. That steady thump of his knot slamming into my back became a jolt of pleasure, and my tail started twirling with joy.

His tight grip around me and his steady panting in my ear helped as well. We were better like this, mates bound to one another, wolf and lion.

In between my ragged panting and purring, I looked between my own legs. I felt bigger, looked stronger, and my now bulging balls were only overshadowed by Theo's even larger sack.

It bobbed against my rear, knocking into my own sack, as he thrust into me with bestial legs. My own paws were growing wide and showed off a set of wicked claws. Now fully digitigrade, I felt a lot comfier, and I found myself pushing back rather than away from Theo's steady humping. Trickles of pre from my shaft streaked the floor, and a veritable puddle was forming underneath Theo's wild set.

I pushed back against the bookcase to gain more leverage, and Theo let out a delight murr along my ear. He was slamming his shaft into my rear now, rutting like a wild beast. His knot pressed ever harder, and I could feel it pushing deeper, slowly forcing its way inside with each renewed thrust.

It made me lift my head, and my chest tightened as something akin to a roar escaped my throat.

Theo only seemed to be egged on by it, and I could feel his maw grip my shoulder in a firm bite.

Yes!

Books were starting to fall off the shelves around us, and spiraling shavings of wood were being carved through along the shelf as my claws moved about.

Theo's grip around me tightened, his steady panting became short growling quips, and then…

A surprising burst of sensation filled my rear as his knot plunged past my pucker. I shook from the force of it, and the wild mix of pleasure interwove with the sudden pressure.

Theo didn't stop though. He tried to pull out, found himself hooked, and only changed strategy. He jackhammered me with short thrusts, forcing the knot to move within its confined space as wet splatters of pre escaped where it could.

My muzzle dropped open as my whole body tightened, and I could feel my peak coming.

I tried to hold it back, and at the same time I could feel his shaft swell. Bloating up, turgid with pressure, knot inflating to levels that made me squirm.

Theo let loose a sudden but primal roar of his own as he lifted his head, and pushed his paws into the floor like wild beast. Entire rows of books were pushed aside, and I could feel new levels of warmth fill my insides. I stopped resisting, felt my own shaft squirt its load across the floor in long spurts, and roared as Theo kept pushing.

“AH! NO! NO! STOP!" Philias suddenly yelled out.

His protests barely registered, but there was another, rather concerning feeling entering my mind.

It felt as if the world was shifting, or moving somehow. I looked in front, still locked in throes of pleasure as I noticed the source. The bookshelf was moving, toppling forward as I leaned on it.

I couldn't pull back. With Theo on my back, and with me leaning…

A loud rumble shook the world as books came crashing down the other side, and the whole massive thing came rumbling down. I followed, desperately trying to stay stable, and felt as the whole library shook with the massive thump of the bookcase slamming into the floor with a thunderous boom.

My chest heaved in panic as I held onto the now horizontal bookcase, pre and cum still dripping and squirting. Theo panted like wild, but I could still feel and hear as he laughed to himself.

I looked up, only to see a whole bunch of people staring at us from afar. Even the receptionist had walked up to peer from the safety of another bookshelf.

Theo tugged a little, but his knot was still firmly in place. He then leaned in by my ear, apparently not very concerned with the others, “Heh… Seems I'm stuck."

“… So much for being discrete," I managed to whisper.

A rather rotund man walked into the view, stared at the two of us for a moment, and then looked up to stare angrily at something behind us, “Philias!"

“Ah, headmaster… I can explain!" Philias exclaimed, suddenly sounding a lot… humbler.