Midnight. They always came at midnight. The chimes from the old grandfather clock in the den jolted Daniel out of his restless dreams. It wasn't the chimes that woke him so much as the knowledge that They were coming. It was the same horrifying ritual, every single night.
The room was illuminated by an eerie pale green glow. Three figures in haz-mat suits stood around his bed. One of them held a large briefcase, another held a gun, and the third--the apparent leader, from the way he acted--was making entries into a large handheld computer. Daniel tried to escape, to run, to even move, but some unseen force held him in place, as immobile as the bed itself. The leader looked up from his computer and signaled to the one holding the briefcase, who set the case down and began to open it. Daniel strained to see its contents, but couldn't from his position. If only he could move...
The leader reached forward, grabbed the bedcovers and--
The shrill blast of Daniel's alarm clock filled the room. He'd had that dream again, the same one he'd been having every night for nearly a month. Except that it didn't feel like a normal dream. It felt more like a memory, but one that had been partially forgotten. Anyway, Dan had more important things to worry about, so he pushed whatever it was aside for the moment. Today was the last day of school, finally. All he had to do was survive his last few final exams, and he'd be home free. He wasn't about to let a creepy dream get him down.
Dr. DiCaoz glanced over his biology classroom. "Is anybody still working on the final?" he asked tiredly. He paused for a moment, then said, "If everybody is finished, you may talk quietly amongst yourselves for the remainder of the period." As the class erupted in chatter, he went back to nursing his hangover.
Daniel loved his biology class. It wasn't just that he was good at it, or that it was the last class of the day. By some bit of luck or fate, he happened to be in the same class as his four closest friends, Gassan, David, Pammy, and Jake. Gassan, David, and Pammy had become absurdly popular since coming to high school. Gassan was Lebanese and therefore "exotic," David was a star swimmer, and Pammy was a cheerleader. In retrospect, popularity was an inevitability. To the other popular kids, Jake an avid follower of the Furry subculture (he called it a craze, but nobody else did) and Daniel, the introspective writer, were social liabilities. Still, Gassan, David, and Pam never let their newfound "friends" keep them away from Jake and Dan. Privately, Daniel was grateful that he had managed to befriend the four people who appeared to be immune to high school drama.
"So, what'd you guys think?" Pammy whispered.
"I'm pretty sure Dr. Di is a nutcase," Gassan answered quickly. He was met with a chorus of approval from his companions.
"Anyway," Pam continued, "are we having our annual Thank-God-The-Schoolyear's-Over party tonight?"
"I can't go," Jake said, "I've got a convention."
"I can't go either," said David, "My dad's taking me camping. He's on a back-to-nature kick."
"I'm visiting my grandma," Gassan said. Pammy rolled her eyes.
"Alright," she sighed, "when do you guys get back?"
"Sunday, but it'll be late."
"So," Pammy continued, "is Monday night alright with everyone?"
The days passed quickly. By the time Monday arrived, he had gone an entire weekend without his mysterious dreams. He was mostly relieved, but part of him wished the visitors would come back so he could find out what they were up to.
The streets were charged with an eerie calm. A summer storm was coming. As Daniel reached Pam's door, he couldn't help but feel a strange foreboding. Something was decidedly wrong. He rang the bell.
"Come in," called Pammy. Dan opened the door and found friend sitting on the floor in a tidy circle. They were all staring at him, an unsettling hunger in their eyes. "We are playing Truth or Dare," Pammy intoned mechanically. "Please, join us. Truth or Dare?"
"Please choose Dare," Gassan said, in the same unearthly voice.
"The Truth is never any fun," agreed David, still in the same tone. Throughout the exchange, none of the four took their eyes off of Daniel.
"Is everything alright?" he asked. "You all seem...different."
Pammy answered in the same monotone as before: "We are collectively unnerved at a series of recurring dreams we have been having. Perhaps you too are experiencing these visions?"
"Yeah," Dan said, "but I'm not acting that weird about it."
"Perhaps," Pammy said, "All will be made more clear if you answer this simple question: Truth...or Dare?"
Written by Zodiac on 31 May 2008
What are you?” Pammy asked calmly
Dan was a little taken aback, this had happened so fast that he was already having trouble processing things and this strange question had only made it worse.
“What…what are you talking about?” he furrowed his brow slightly, there was a strange pressure in his chest, as if he wanted to release a deep breath he did not realise he was holding.
Pammy smoothed her skirt slightly and stared directly into his eyes, well, perhaps it might be more accurate to say she looked through him, at the wall behind. Those eyes were blank and he was starting to feel a little like a cornered animal.
“What are you?” came David’s voice. It almost made him jump. When had David moved behind him?
That pressure in his lungs was more intense; it was sort of like when you had something you really wanted to say but had to politely wait your turn. Daniel was starting to get really quite scared now and he shook his head violently to no one in particular.
“What are you?” asked Gassan and Jake almost in unison. It would seem he was surrounded.
Written by foxyscribe on 11 April 2017
“A skunk okay? A skunk…damn it, why …are…you-“ he didn’t finish his thought. Those words had spilled from his lips involuntarily and his eyes had grown wider and wider as he spoke. As his mind caught up, his speech slowed and stopped.
Jake nodded his head as Dan looked around eyes wide, feeling confused and scared “Of course, that makes sense, It would explain your shiny nose”
His nose? A slight ache at his jaw was the only warning he had before his whole face started to push forward into a muzzle. He gave a small cry and stumbled backwards but only bumped into David. His nose was growing large, flat and black, reflecting the lazy yellow light that spilled from an old energy saving bulb.
His vision blurred slightly as his face continued to defy him, his cheeks plumped slightly, his jaw grew longer and his teeth became sharper; filling out his widened maw. It took less than fifteen seconds but by the end he was panting and sweating. He licked his lips slightly and felt the twitch of an ear sitting too high on his head…when had that happened?
“What…what the hell? Is this a dream?” he asked, his words slightly slurred as if he was still suffering the after effects of the dentist.
Pammy shook her head gently, though her expression was still blank “No, well, perhaps yours. This is what you always wanted, wasn’t it? To be covered in a warm pelt of fur?”
“What? No!” he said as the fur was already starting to sprout. It was like a time-lapse of grass growing. There wasn’t fur and then there was; each hair, peering up to greet the morning sun, flowing in unison, until he was a mess of beautifully plush black and white fur.
His face looked less like a naked rat than it had a moment before, a single, small mercy that even from his view point he had been acutely aware of. He looked down to examine himself. His body was almost entirely black apart from his hands and presumably his feet, which had small, white gloves. He examined his hands in surprise. His fingers had gotten stubbier, little blunt nails adorning each finger with thick pads beneath.
He could just about see, though it required a crossing of his eyes, that a white line of fur ran from his nose up between his eyes towards his scalp. He frowned slightly, for some reason, he was a little disappointed to be so uniformly black. What a weird thing to be annoyed about and yet, some part of him really wished his front was a creamy white.
His fur rippled, starting at his neck and flowing down towards his crotch and as it moved it turned a snowy, glossy white. His eyes widened in shock, what the hell was going on, why was he turning into a skunk? The only thing stopping him completely freaking out was the idea that it had to be some kind of dream or hallucination, after all, this wasn’t actually possible.
It was Jake’s voice next “And it would of course explain that delicious tail” That should have been creepy, a little lewd perhaps coming from Jake, but it wasn’t. It was completely monotone.
Dan stumbled forwards, moaning slightly, as the enormous structure exploded from his ass with enough force to almost make him lose his balance. The thing was enormous, rising up as high as his head and wider than his body. Creamy white fur coated the underneath and above, it ran in two stripes through a midnight black forest of fur, so plush, it could have belonged to a soft toy. Though he could not see it, it flowed into a single, thick white line than ran up his back.
David nodded somewhere in his peripheral vision “A skunk, yes. That much is obvious”
Pammy looked at him with a vacant smile and his blood ran cold as she asked a second question.
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Written by foxyscribe on 19 April 2017
Pammy gave him a hint of a smile, though, accompanied by those blank eyes, it was not warm, just creepy. “Are you a boy? ...or a girl?”
His eyes widened and he glanced towards the door, taking a half step to try and improve his balance. His whole body felt off, his tail was pulling him in strange ways, even his legs did not quite bend the way they did before. It was taking a surprising amount of effort not to just fall on his newly, furred ass.
He tried to say boy but somehow, the words would just not come out, and that strange, unwelcome pressure in his lungs had returned. “Shouldn’t it be someone else’s turn?” he offered, the words a little clearer than before.
Jake shook his head “This is your day Dan, how could it be someone else’s turn?”
What did that even mean?
Dan smiled nervously, his thick, lower lip, pressed against the cleft of his muzzle in a way that sent unwelcome tingles across his face “No, it’s okay, I am happy for someone else to have a turn”
“Boy or Girl?” asked Gassan and Dan’s lips betrayed him before his mind could even engage.
Written by foxyscribe on 26 April 2017
“I’m a girl Gassan, you know…that” Dan shook his head violently and clasped his hands over his mouth. Could this please just stop?
The sensations assaulted him almost immediately. It was like his whole body was being massaged by gentle, hidden hands. The sensations were pleasant and might have lulled him into a relaxed stupor if not for the adrenalin pumping through his system. Under their invisible, tender ministrations, his body began to change. His gently defined, masculine muscles, purchased with hours of cycling and jogging began to fade into something softer, something more delicious. His ass, thighs and calves began to plump out as if being gently inflated by an air pump while his waist narrowed with an almost audible creak.
The plumping sensations were strangely pleasant and caused a red to suffuse the black fur of his cheeks. He probably should have questioned how he could blush when covered with fur but it was not really a core concern right now.
His muzzle narrowed a little, his eyes widened and his jaw smoothed out. His lower, black lip plumped significantly as silky white hair began to tumble down around his ears and over his shoulders. “Please…stop this” he pleaded, trying to ignore how each word was a little higher pitched than the previous.
A lot of the changes were hidden beneath his clothes but his plumping thighs stretched out his jeans, which creaked and groaned, until the fastening button gave up and pinged across the room. His plumping legs were forcing his gender into the crotch of his jeans, causing significant discomfort but that sensation soon disappeared and despite the relief, he desperately wished that discomfort would return.
The changes seemed to slow, almost no traces of her masculinity were left. Her plump thighs were not just feminine, they were womanly, wide and round, leading to a swollen ass and a gentle curved back. Her narrow waist led up to a smooth chest and elegant neck upon which sat a pretty, feminine face, topped with snowy white, silken hair.
She bit her lip, her cheeks bright, as she felt a powerful sensation in her chest. Her pecks were invisible under her thick, plush white fur (and further hidden beneath a loose t-shirt) but she could feel them filling out, swelling into a pair of small breasts. They continued to grow as her friends watched passively.
Dan just looked around, lost, unsure what to do, as her chest began to tent up her shirt. The sensations as her new breasts gently rubbed against her shirt, were sending pleasant tingles across her form and it just added to a cocktail of confusing emotions that threatened to shut down her mind.
Her shirt was starting to rise now, revealing a pleasant, creamy stretch of white fur, as her breasts grew larger and larger. She looked down and bit her swollen lip. They had to be almost as large as Pammy’s, they certainly weren’t small. Pammy was already the largest on the cheer team and had to be the second or third largest in the school.
Scratch that, they had easily just surpassed her. She blushed brightly as the growth seemed to slow, from here, they seemed simply enormous and they jiggled and bounced every time she moved. Her chest surpassed Pammy by at least a cup, perhaps even two and if she wasn’t now the bustiest in her year she had to be at least equal first.
Pammy did not give Dan time to examine his changes and to her horror asked him another question.
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Written by foxyscribe on 06 May 2017
Is that everything?