#she's also my fursona that's lasted the longest

[stupid-puppycat]

Do you have any headcannons for your gaygents? ( yes that's what I'm calling them you can't stop me)

GAYGENTS. but acutally yeah i made a little post some time ago ( u can find it in #puppycat asks i think ) also i dont remember what i exactly said last time so there is probably some repeats but i think i have a couple more so

- Three has worked on almost every fast food restaurant and super market, Four loved to show up and just buy the cheapest thing he found so he could see Three working and mess up with them

- Three loves when either Four or Eight ( or both, but i dont know if they can breath that way ) just. lay on top of them, the weight on top of them relaxes them so.

- the first ones to kiss were Eight and Four, when they were both like 16-17, on a really like obscure corner on one of the Octo canyon sectors lol, surprisingly Four was the one to initiate the kiss.

- for Four and Three i took a little more time as Three got really overwhelmed with too much intimacy/touchy stuff like too much hugging at the time ( still does, just not with Four and Eight [just really really rarely ] ) but i think it would be Three that gave like a little peck on Four’s lips - and finally the ones who i think it took the longest to finally kiss was Eight and Three, lol, bacause Three could BARELY handle hand-holding so a kiss would like, kill them instantly. obviously Eight was the one to initiate it

-anyways on a less corny one, Three is their chew toy, they dont care mostly, chew them up !! - did i say that Eight has a cat fursona? i don't know if i said that Eight has a cat fursona, but she has a cat fursona - my two neo 3s constantly mock Three like "ooooh Captain wants to go home with their boyfrieeend 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and their gonna be like mwahwmahw *kisses noises*" and Three has to control themselves and not bomb two 13yrs olds i cant think of anymore rn but ill probly add more when i think of it, lol!

#puppycat asks #agent96

[unhingedlesbear]

Fursona history dump!!

Literally gonna dump a bunch of art of EVERY past fursona of mine I could find. Some of them seem to have had every piece of art erased from existence so RIP Snowrush </3 but anyway. All sonas under the cut.

-Scruffy (Wolf)

Scruffy was my first EVER sona. By that I mean I made him when I was like 6-7 and would roleplay as him 24/7, I literally convinced myself I WAS him. My friends called me Scruffy, I drew myself as Scruffy, I was Scruffy y'all. Wasn't until I was like 10 that I knew what a fursona was though, but he definitely was one. Anyway my friends and I called ourselves "the secret animals" at the time. The tiger and fox are two of them, and the cat is still my best friend to this day (she's a bunny now ofc but back then she was a black cat called Starlight) god I am getting nostalgic just typing this. Good times <3

-Alaska (Fox)

Last piece by @mungosaur-4

Alaska was my fursona for YEARS. I'm still attached to her bc she was the sona I had when I was getting really into the actual fandom. Online, people knew me as her. Technically she was a fox/wolf/hyena hybrid but primarily she was a fox so lets just call her that. She was blue because I watched a lot of Pocari Roo at the time. To this day, I think Alaska is still the sona I've kept for the longest and in general have the most art of, because other people would draw her at the time online.

-Moth (Fox)

All pieces except the first are by @bluedivvy

Moth was my reluctant break away from Alaska, when I was going through an identity crisis. They were still a fox because I wasn't ready to break FULLY away from that yet, but they also had an enfield form because literally why not. I liked Moth, thought they were cute but I didn't keep them for very long.

-Moth (Maned wolf)

Second and last pieces by @bluedivvy, other character in the first also belongs to them

Moth was literally just a test really. She kept the name of my last sona because I went by that name at the time and wanted to keep it for my sonas. She was a maned wolf bc I discovered that the animal was pretty similar to me, and I loved the way they looked, but I didn't keep either Moth for very long.

-Mulee (Mule deer)

Second piece by @mungosaur-4 and third by @bluedivvy, other character in the first also belongs to bluedivvy

I made Mulee when I was super obsessed with deer, especially mule deer, because at the time my daemon was near settling as one and I was filming some local deer for a school project. I loved Mulee, mainly because she felt more unique and distinct than my previous canine sonas, and also I LOVED her colours. That being said I was never really satisfied with her because I didn't feel like a deer fit me as an animal in the way canines and such did. Still, I had Mulee for a long time and loved her a lot.

-Corvix (Corsac fox)

Maned wolf in the second pic belongs to mungosaur

I was back on my fox bullshit with Corvix. I abandoned Mulee in favour of a canine eventually, and I went for a corsac fox. She was cute, I liked her, but I never got really attached to her as a sona. She was more of a temporary thing.

-Grizzlee (Bear)

Bird in the first one belongs to mungosaur, rabbit is my bestie obv

And that brings us to Grizzlee, my current sona and the first one since Alaska I've felt satisfied with. I went back to Mulee's colours for her as well, strayed away from canines for some variety, but didn't stray TOO far from canines. So pretty much I feel like I wanna make a suit of her bc she's my favourite and I'm glad I waited to find one I really liked.

Okay that's the sona lore dump of all time goodbye!

#lee lore #furry #fursona #Grizzlee

[frindoka]

my art timeline :-)

hi! i’m making this because i was inspired by maxpawb’s post i saw on toyhouse , which then led me to look at all my own art that is still somehow intact in my storage. this only details stuff from when i started posting online, not from when i started drawing traditionally as a wee lad. partially because my sketchbooks are lost and partially because i never really wrote down dates on my art to begin with.

a lot of dates are lost, due to the aforementioned problem of me not writing things down.. and also i have awful dissociative memory problems so there’s way too many gaps in my life. but i really did want to do this to see how much i could find & how much i could recollect.

content warning for VERY brief mentions of grooming, as well as minor mentions of real shitty friends

everything is under the cut! there might be another rb if or when i hit the image limit. curse you, tumblr.

date: ??? , i had to be around like. 11 at the time

this was when i joined warriors amino and i deleted my account because i got in trouble for having social media, LMAO. i eventually came back with a new one though. this is probably one of the only surviving art pieces from when i was THIS YOUNG, everything’s on an ipad that’s so broken it won’t even charge

i learned how to use the smudge tool on ibispaint at this time and thought i was the coolest bitch on the block for my blending

may 2019, i was like 12

my return to amino (and brief period on deviantart, which i never used again lmao) i was specifically on wings of fire amino + warriors amino. i was obsessed with airbrush shading.

this is one of my first fursonas which was a wings of fire fanflight called kitsunewings or smth. and also my first species character (he predated the dragon), a bayfox, which was drawn in krita. i never used krita again after this. coincidentally, i was also never active in bayfoxes after submitting him.

i crawled back to ibispaint no matter how many new free programs i tried.. (also tried firealpaca once. i couldn’t even figure out how to draw a line…)

may 2019, 12

the rise of my longest lasting fursona. she got stolen on a shitty app called anime maker once. i can’t remember if she’s older than the dragon, andromeda, but her older iterations definitelt are. this character was just the FIRST first fursona that i actually called that, since i didn’t even really know what a furry was at first

june 2019, 12

my first commission that i sold for like 30 deviantart points (i only used the site for commission purposes, as mentioned before i never really used it lmao)

also i tried to make a closed species on wings of fire amino. second image. it was terribly stressful ; this was around the time i met my longest lasting group of friends (hi freak bin! 5 years <3) and.. some of the worst people i’ve ever met in my life at the same time, LMAOOO

also here’s this kokichi ouma dog i made before i even knew what danganronpa was. i would find out much later, unfortunately

march 2020, still 12 (cause of my august birthday 😒)

there’s a really big gap in my files here. sad! my art kicks into gear at this point tbh, i like how i did the lines. wish i had the energy for such clean lineart still :-(

i think around this time i lost contact with the people who were my groomers (which i would realize later) and i’m thankful that i don’t even remember what their names are.

april 2020 - july 2020, 12

okay these aren’t awful actually. HOW WAS MY ART SO DETAILED. i admire baby frets power, jesus christ

i also did a design raffle when i hit 500 amino followers which is still the most i’ve ever gotten as a following. pretty crazy, i wonder who owns this dude now, i still think they’re cute

august 2020, 13

wow i’m 13 now look at that. i had to go digging for this one, only one i could find that was remotely close to my birthday (it’s the 25th!) this was a drawing for my friend bea lol

was still friends with some pretty shitty people from wings of fire amino, and it was really taking a toll on me. i don’t remember drawing as often as i used to during that time because of all of that.

december 2020, 13

i wish i could still draw backgrounds.. i need more practice

january 2021, 13

okay honestly these are really cute. i don’t know wtf kind of motivation i had for this much detail. the shading is pretty damn good

april 2021, 13

still going strong with the shading and backgrounds. not much to say around this time either lol. the first one is an older design of mine, but they’re pretty damn cute.. i wonder what happens to the desgins i lose track of? but ik this guy has a toyhouse profile i just refuse to look through my like. 200 pages of character designs on there…

july 2021, 13

PUDDLE! PUDDLE OH HOW I MISS YOU. my original favorite oc, i got so much art of him & drew him so much he reached 100 pieces in less than a month. i also met my best friend through this dude.

my art got.. blocky? here? idk what i was doing with all of that but it lasts for a while. lol

october 2021, 14

one year older and i got neo twewy for my birthday and it changed my life permanently. in several ways. anyhow, here’s frindoka furries.. they live in my files forever and will never b drawn again because they got redesigned several more times LOLLLLL

this is the month after i broke off permanently from my shitty old friends, with support of some other friends of mine. thank you guys… i did proceed to get harassed and made paranoid over my text messages by the shitty friends cause they were mad i got one of them banned from a furry adopts server for being literally dangerous. i do know it was them bc it was admitted to & they were some of the only people i gave my phone number to. i was kind of dumb for that

i was happy after my birthday because 13 was one of the worst years of my life. literal constant spirals and breakdowns because this is when i realize i was, in fact, groomed. i’m well and handling it better now.

january 2022, 14

my first d&d character, the mark of my eventual spiral into heath insanity… shadow how i miss you. i ended up redesigning them later on

march 2022, 14

i got into a pokemon arpg around this time and it took over my life for MONTHSSSS. kind of a shitty community in it though, but i appreciate how it improved my artwork. i’m back at the backgrounds! it’s shut down indefinitely now. rip eeveemporium

april 2022, 14

I FOT BACK INTO WAKFUUUU😭😭😭 also got pretty comfortable in my identity as a transgender nonbinary person, but i would get MORE comfortable about my identity later on :-)

this is going to be continued in a reblog because i did, in fact, hit the image limit. oopsie daisies

#my art #art timeline

[meihouwangslittlecumslut]

Icepaw redesign

She's an anime protagonist now

#artists on tumblr #oc design #fursona #fursona design #icepaw #furry #sfw furry #the reason i gave her some white in her hair is because in her first design she was a white cat with cyan markings #the bracelet is a repurpoused necklace from her 2019 design #she's had heterochromia since her first design #she's also my fursona that's lasted the longest

[drops-of-moonlights]

Last Winx art dump of the year woo! Here are a bunch of one-off illustrations and doodles I’ve made recently, as this will probs me my last Winx post of the year. Below are the descriptions and context for each picture!

1 and 2 - Both Bloom and Sky have a very specific type: for Bloom, it’s cute long-haired blondes with cuter blush and smile. For Sky, it’s cute redheads wearing pink that could absolutely demolish him if they so desired.

3 and 4 - Honestly I just wanted to draw braids so might as well use the long-haired guys for it! Bonus Brandon and Stella who did the job and are waiting for their pay. Hurry up.

5 - a small doodle I did of @butterfly-winx‘s Stella Magic Winx design when she first showed it to us. I absolutely loved it so of course I had to draw it!

6 - Brandon got to commission Bloom after so long of wanting to do that! He got a drawing of his fursona (previously showcased here) as well as Stella’s. (Stella’s design here was heavily inspired by my friend Nadia on Discord’s own anthropomorphization of her as a fennec fox)

7 - That feeling when you and your sister have both ended up with your longest-lasting friendship completely and utterly shattered by the other party’s growing resentment of you, with the added coincidence that in both cases they were a magi with a Poison source

8 - The long-awaited wedding ceremony of Radius and Alessandro, flanked by their daughters Stella and Chimera, all in traditional Solarian garb. This was a piece that took me 2 days (when they don’t tend to take me that long), and I’m so happy with how it ended up even if I half-assed the shadows.

9 - We were talking in the server about what could Cursedix (one of our emotes) be as an actual transformation. Skully mentioned a fusion of Sephiroth and Sans. So this is the result. Now someone with musical know-how please make a mix of Enchantix, One Winged Angel and Megalovania.

10 - The future Queens of Quarzis Dia and Bloom, mostly drawn to get down a feel for Quarzene fashion but also because I just wanted to draw them

#Winx Club #Winx Redux AU #Drops's Art

[eevachu]

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#‘​the szechuan peppercorn is an essential part of the mapo tofu recipe and is an irreplaceable component to creating it's unique flavour’

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

When you're watching an animated show or movie and suddenly the frame rate goes up and everything is Really Fluid And Suspiciously Good.

🐎 ⚽

91 notes • Posted 2021-02-18 20:10:42 GMT

#4

HOW DO I ALREADY HAVE THIS MANY FOLLOWERS ON MY RAYA AND NAMAARI SIDEBLOG, I HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN THE MOVIE YET

108 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 06:19:16 GMT

#3

Totally forgot to post that I got my fantasy falconry pins from @greer-art / @pangur-and-grim (designed by @threeleggedgoat ) in! Love how they turned out, my favourite is definitely the loong. 🐉

212 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 19:45:01 GMT

#2

Raya and the Last Dragon, like She-Ra, is also just Kidz Bop Killing Eve

1153 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 03:49:02 GMT

#1

Big 3 social media websites are all down or partially down right now; time to fortify tumblr with weird shit before anyone gets any ideas of coming back here. Trespassers will be assigned a fursona on-site and be forced to scroll through 10 variations of “do you love the colour of the sky.”

2704 notes • Posted 2021-10-04 19:43:06 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #haha oh that 10th most tagged hurt #🎃 ​seasonal affective autumn 🍂 #sad kid bummer summer #2021: the worst year ever! #every 2021 review i do is like: hey remember when you were kinda happy and then you dropped off the face of the planet for the year? #just tumblr things #about me #2021 #chu rambles in the tags

[marryat92]

The Marryats: a "Happy Family"

The naval historian Tom Pocock's biography of Frederick Marryat, Captain Marryat: Seaman, Writer and Adventurer, draws heavily on previous works (especially Oliver Warner's Captain Marryat: A Rediscovery) and does not reveal much new information. The charm is mostly in the way Pocock weaves together old material.

Perhaps the most interesting part of his book is the inclusion of this previously unpublished drawing by Frank (Samuel Francis) Marryat, one of Captain Marryat's many children. It’s an anthropomorphic caricature of the Marryat brood, and the centerpiece is Frederick Marryat vs. his wife Kate Marryat. Marryat is drawn as a dog, and his wife is an angry cat with her back arched for an obvious “fighting like cats and dogs” joke that gives Frank’s title a snarky edge.

This is hardly a flattering image of Frederick Marryat (even if he’s still sporting a magnificent cravat in his canine form), but it reveals many things — from Marryat’s appearance as a fifty-something man in the 1840s to the company he was keeping in his home.

Florence Marryat wrote of her father, “As a young man, dark crisp curls covered his head; but later in life, when, having exchanged the sword for the pen and the ploughshare, he affected a soberer and more patriarchal style of dress and manner, he wore his grey hair long, and almost down to his shoulders.” (The Life and Letters of Captain Frederick Marryat) This “long hair” is actually a fairly typical 1840s male style; I want to say that decade had some of the longest hair on men in the 19th century.

Then there is the tantalizing glimpse of the Marryat home that was published anonymously in The Cornhill Magazine in 1867 (Pocock plausibly suggests an old friend of Marryat’s, fellow Royal Navy captain and novelist Frederick Chamier, as the author). This article, “Captain Marryat at Langham,” was clearly referenced by Florence Marryat, who was only 15 years old when her father died. Visiting the Marryat home at Langham, Norfolk in the 1840s, the writer describes Captain Marryat’s appearance:

At the time I now speak of him he was fifty-two years of age; but looked considerably younger. His face was clean shaved; and his hair so long that it reached almost to his shoulders, curling in light loose locks like those of a woman. It was slightly grey. He was dressed in anything but evening costume on the present occasion, having on a short velveteen shooting-jacket and coloured trousers. I could not help smiling as I glanced at his dress —recalling to my mind what a dandy he had been as a young man.

If you have studied pictures of fashionable English women of the 1840s, their hair is often styled into bunches of curls at the temples, and Marryat indeed has this look. The figures grouped around him, labeled “Capt. Marryat + family” by Frank, are possibly his eldest daughters Blanche (Charlotte Blanche), Augusta, and Emily (Emilia.) The male figure with a cigarillo might be Captain Marryat’s son Frederick, who tragically drowned on HMS Avenger in 1847. His portrait in the National Maritime Museum depicts him with a similar hairstyle (but no beard), and his hair is dark blond. I suspect that Frank Marryat is the monkey.

Aunt Ellen and Aunt Maria are Captain Marryat’s sisters (Aunt Maria’s husband Henry Lindsay also makes it into the picture). Ellen seems to have been a favourite of her brother, from the amount of correspondence that mentions her in Life and Letters, and she helped care for Frederick in his last days (Warner, Captain Marryat). The presence of Mrs. Marryat in this picture is probably more of a wry joke to Frank than anything else. The complete deed of separation for Frederick and his wife is reproduced in Alan Buster’s Captain Marryat: Sea-Officer Novelist Country Squire and it includes very specific language that both husband and wife will leave each other alone and not interfere with each other’s lives. 

I’m unclear who is supposed to be “Horace” in the drawing (the bird facing the monkey?), but that’s the name of Frederick Marryat’s youngest sibling. There was an astonishing 26-year age gap between second-born Frederick and Horace, which is a thing that can happen when your parents have fifteen children, but by the 1840s Horace would be a young adult and possibly spending time with his famous brother.

The balding man next to Henry Lindsay is labeled “Joe” —could this be Joseph Marryat II?! He appears to have a snub-nosed profile similar to Frederick. There was no love lost between Joseph and Frederick, going by the number of times hated older brothers are killed off in Marryat’s novels, but this “Happy Family” tableau obviously includes an antagonist.

Most amusing to me is the scurrying little dog wearing a cocked hat:

That’s Sir Edward Belcher, most famous for leading the huge Admiralty expedition with a squadron of ships in search of the lost Franklin expedition, and Frederick Marryat’s first cousin. Belcher was close to Frederick, and there’s an anecdote in Robert McCormick’s memoirs about meeting Belcher and Marryat together on shore, at the time Belcher was HMS Terror’s commander in 1836. (Thanks to @handfuloftime​ for bringing that to my attention!) The “Kate Belcher” dog may be his sister Catherine, who married Frederick Marryat’s brother Charles.

Between Frederick Marryat being depicted as a dog by his son, and his receiving the title “Great Water Dog” from a Burmese leader in the First Anglo-Burmese War (”which pleased his simple tastes,” according to Warner), I think it’s possible to conclude that his fursona was a dog that he struck others as having a dog-like nature. He was, in fact, a dog person who loved his spoiled pets. Florence Marryat describes Zinny the King Charles spaniel and Juno the Italian greyhound in Life and Letters: “two very beautiful, but utterly useless, creatures” who are allowed to scamper over Captain Marryat’s papers and flop around without much rebuke.

#frederick marryat #captain marryat #sir edward belcher #marryat family #1840s #portrait #biography #frank marryat #florence marryat #tom pocock #oliver warner #alan buster #life and letters #captain marryat at langham

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👀, 👑, 🦋, 🎖

Munday!

👀 - what’s your role play guilty pleasure?

Prrrrobably putting ‘Hide through hell. Angst and pain and stuff like that. I don’t do it much because I’m not very good at heavy angst, but I do have a lot of ideas that just. Probably won’t ever get touched because I’m not sure how to go about it. :’)

👑 - Which of your muses, past or present, holds a special place for you?

Oh, Ironhide definitely holds the top spot. Playing with him has gotten me through some tough shit in life and he’ll always be special for that alone. He’s also the longest muse I’ve ever been able to keep active, and the most well-developed one. I am very proud of myself for how far I���ve come along with him and that makes him very special to me, too. I’m, admittedly, not someone who holds a lot of pride in what I do it’s the depression rip so to be able to have something like that is… really nice.

Other muses that hold a special place, though, have got to be my IDW Ambulon and an Espeon from forever ago named Missy. Ambi only lasted a month or two before I gave up but I still like what I’ve come up with and I think about trying again sometimes but… I have my hands full with Ironhide enough as it is. And the Espeon was nothing special, really, except that she was one of my first OCs ever. Otherwise she was just an ordinary Espeon. More of a fursona than an OC? I dunno. But I loved her and I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately.

🦋 - Has your muse changed how you approach certain situations?

Not any specific situations, no. I think little things have kinda affected me, though? I think I’ve become a lot more observant since I kinda settled with Ironhide - picked up his habit of listening and watching rather than just standing by awkwardly. It makes being out in public a lot easier for me now and I don’t feel so much like I’m taking up space now, if that makes sense. I’ve picked up other little habits, too. The Ironhide Helm Tilt[tm], snorting through my nose for various reasons, little things like that that are kind of weird to think about honestly. Whoops.

🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse?

Jesus christ, I honestly don’t know. I’m nothing like Ironhide at all. I’m shy and awkward and I hate conflict and violence and I know nothing about guns and other heavy weaponry and I have no idea what made me take to Ironhide so much. I really don’t. But I just. I remember watching RotF for the first time? I was a kid and not really into Transformers but then I saw Ironhide and I just. I remember my eyes literally going wide and just mentally going him, I like him. And he’s just been my favorite ever since, even when I fell out of the fandom. And he was just the obvious choice for me when I got back in and decided to try my hand at roleplaying after a few years of, y’know, not. So… here we are.

…I think part of it was just how little I got to see of Ironhide’s live that sealed the deal for me. BV is a dumpsterfire and we were robbed, simple as that. So–yeah, I may not know anything about guns, but I was and still am more than willing to learn. And I was able to fill the gaps with my own knowledge - I know bladed weapons like swords and knives, and some other melee weaponry. And I’m good at archery. So ‘Hide’s got a lot of that from me. He’s… got a lot of stuff like that from me.

That. Got ramble-y. But I think it makes sense. I saw an opportunity to build on a character and I guess that’s what attracted me to him.

#i'm sorry that got so long i get emotional about the grump truck :') #:: 🔧 :: [ asks ] #curiosiccus #:: 🔧 :: hi I'm Mags and I'm gay for the grump truck [ ooc ]

[zel-cs]

@k-9-dog-cs made an ask list so here we gooooo 1.) How did you find ChickenSmoothie? A moderator on the German version of Howrse had a little green caterpillar pet on their profile page. I thought it looked cute and went to the website to find out what it would look like grown up. 2.) What was your first pet you’ve adopted? Since it was the butterfly wolves that brought me there, my first pet was also a bwolf. Here she is! 3.) What was your first pound catch? A queen of hearts card dog. I no longer own it, but it randomly ended up on a friend’s account so that’s cute, too. 4.) What is your current best pound catch? I grabbed a Spotted Tribal this year! 5.) What’s your favorite species? Chickens! The hens with the fluffy tail are the best. 6.) What’s your current favorite pet you own? This deer is my favourite pet on the site. 7.) If you could get a new animal species to adopt on ChickenSmoothie, what would it be? Consider: Tortoises 8.) What is your current dreamie(s)? Maybe a Dark Pink Shima bwolf? I also want to try getting a Cinnabun at some point, but I’ve been too lazy so far. 9.) Do you have any achieved dreamies? If so, which one? My dreamies were the black UR Cat, Noncoon, and GWJ. I own all of them~ 10.) What was your first list pet? I joined before the List even existed, but the second pet I ever adopted was a Nonballoon, so I guess that counts. 11.) What was your first UR? Oh man I can’t remember for sure if I got the UR Bwolf or the UR Cat first. I think it was the bwolf, because I remember trading the Moonswirl I got from the 2009 re-release for it. 12.) What was your first store pet? I think the red and yellow Androids. Not sure about it, though. 13.) Out of all the seasonal events, which one is your current favorite and look forward to every year? Advent Calendar! My birthday is in December, I always get excited to see what we get on that day. Or about picking up a new gift every day in general. 14.) Which past summer event is your favorite? The 2013 Slumber Party. I adored the story and the aesthetics. The whole Dreams vs. Nightmares thing was very cool. I also have fond memories of the discussion on the forums. We had a lot of fun with our speculations and stories. 15.) What is your favorite item(s)? Either the Oarfish from the Lost City event, or the yellow Plasma Scythe from the store, probably. 16.) What’s your current favorite dress-up? Hm. I’m not very invested in dressing up my pets for the most part, so I don’t have many. Maybe this one? It’s just a pet dressed as one of my OCs. 17.) What’s the most funniest dress-up you’ve done? I’m such a boring person, I can’t even remember ever attempting to make a funny dress-up. 18.) What’s your best memory of ChickenSmoothie so far? This one is always difficult for me to answer. There’s a lot of moments to choose from! I already used the 2013 summer event as my answer for the summer event question, so here’s two others: I remember that back in 2010-12 I was very invested in my hoards, often spending all day trying to get more pets. It was a lot of fun to compete for the (then more active) hoard records thread, especially! I met a lot of really cool people among other hoarders; it was perhaps the most social I’ve ever been on CS and it felt great to make friends. Becoming a GH in 2015 was awesome, too. Doubly so because I applied together with my friend Irisidium/aaron, and we both got picked. I think my heart stopped for a moment when I saw the message from Tess, ahah. 19.) What’s your most funniest ChickenSmoothie memory so far? April Fool’s is a blast every year, but the first ‘event’ for it in 2010 was beautiful. Nick pretended to have taken over the site; it looked like our adopts were Nick pets only, and some people got legitimately worried that Tess wouldn’t be coming back. “ Hi there everybody!!! It's Nick here I have so many fans in the "I <3 Nick" club that I decided that I don't need Tess any more. I can just draw all of the art myself! I hope you like April's pets!!” 20.) What’s one positive thing  ChickenSmoothie taught you? It’s going to be a testament to how bad I was at this IRL, but I’m pretty sure CS improved my social skills. I feel like the site encouraged me to be more outgoing, generous and considerate. I was a rather abrasive and blunt person as a teenager. Not saying CS did the job alone, but it definitely contributed. 21.) If you could be a mod, which job would you want? (General helpers, admin assistants, etc.) I was made a General Helper in 2015, and since then haven’t felt like I’d want any other position. I think it’s the best match for me! If I had to choose something else, I guess I’d like it as an Archivist. But Solloby does a fine job at that, no need for a replacement :D 22.) If you could add a whole new feature or even improve a feature on ChickenSmoothie, what would it be? I wish we had a spoiler function on the forums, mainly to make image-heavy threads easier to browse. It would be lovely if all those lists of pet images could be hidden until opened. I can see how it would tempt people to post more rule-breaking content, though... 23.) What is your favorite 2nd Gen pairing? These two were a match made in heaven. 24.) What 2nd gen pairings would you like to see in the future? This dog and either this or this one. Cyborgs, please. 25.) If you could make any new UR, what would it be? I remember talking to friends about this a while ago, and coming to the conclusion that we need more foods like the cinnabun. Coffee, maybe. I’ll take one UR coffee, please. 26.) Who are your friends and buddies on CS? I would have to name so many people, because there’s just so many lovely users I’ve met over the years. Based on which ones I talk to the most, it’d be Thalassic, Raire, aaron and torpor, as well as the GH team (including former GHs like Swiftalu, Aquila, Nadine, Simon and Seasonal). I’m active on a CS discord chat, too, so I talk a lot to the regulars there. There are more people who I consider friends, but trying to make a full list would make me scared to leave someone out :( 27.) If you roleplay, what’s your favorite roleplay you’re currently in on CS? 28.) If you roleplay, who’s your roleplay buddies? 29.) How many forum posts have you made so far? 23,568 30.) Which forum section on CS you like/lurk the most? CS Discussion, by far! I also like reading the introductions board. 31.) If you draw, what’s your favorite Oekaki board(s) you post your art on? 32.) If you draw, have you ever gotten featured? If yes, what got featured? If not, what one would you prefer to get featured? 33.) If you could add a new tool/feature or improve a feature/tool in Chicken paint, what would it be? 34.) If you draw, do you use a tablet or mouse or both? 35.) If applicable, what’s your favorite usermade adaptables? 36.) What usermade adaptables you own/made/mod/an artist of? If none, which one would you like to be an artist/mod of? 37.) What forums do you run/mod? Unsure if that means boards or threads; I’d assume threads? I technically ‘own’ the religion thread on the 18+ board, but I wasn’t the one to create the original, and there’s nothing for me to ‘mod’ because generally, if something happens on there, the actual mods need to get involved. I used to briefly be a mod for Adopt a Newbie some years ago, but school got in the way as I was about to graduate. As a GH, I don’t mod anything, but we are expected to keep an eye on the Help and Intro boards. 38.) What’s your favorite stamps? I’m happy that we have the pronoun stamps! Other than that, I like the bird lover stamp :) 39.) What’s your CS username? ZΕL I used to go by Amazilion before that. To this day I sometimes come across people who didn’t realize that’s me and thought I left the site, whoops. 40.) If applicable, what’s your favorite gift you’ve given/received? I have a friend who currently has the username lkjhgfdsamnbvcxz, but used to be known as Discord for the longest time. They haven’t been active for years, and last contacted me in 2014, but when they were still active they loved to help me with my hoards. Once they entered an art contest and won a Vixen Advent for me. Another time they became the first person to hit the limit on buying a token pet (that wasn’t meant to be hit) because they got me so many vixen bunnies. I am forever thankful to them for how much effort they put into getting me gifts. They’re an absolute angel who I didn’t deserve. 41.) If applicable, what’s your favorite hoard you’ve completed? This one of the entire March 2015 moth bwolf litter. 42.) If applicable, what’s your current on going hoards? I have 16 incomplete and 11 endless hoards at the moment. That’s too many, so let’s stick to the endless ones. Lightning/Arrow owls, Blue Nebula dogs, Microbiology dogs, SoulWings Sundogs, Gummy ponies, Ozone deer, Hummingbird bwolves, Vixen Advents, Vixen bunnies, Vixen rats, and a Bakery themed hoard. Phew! Out of the still incomplete hoards, though, I am particularly proud of the Sushi PPS cats and Conure owls. 43.) What’s the most interesting pet ID you have? I own pets with my birthday and my boyfriend’s birthday as an ID, but I’m not going to point those out. I also have a dog with the ID 6666666. 44.) What’s your favorite April fool’s prank chicken smoothie did so far? Tied between the chicken uprising and Totoro’s takeover. Because birds. It was a lot of fun to bicker with Kyar on the ‘17 April Fool’s thread. He’s a traitor. 45.) Who would win: Avian or Totoro? I think Totoro answered that for us this year :’) Bird all the way! 46.) If you were able to get a custom pet, which oc of yours would it be based off of? If you don’t have an oc, what pet lines would you use? Hm, I don’t think I’d want to use one of my OCs. But I’d probably go for a black/gray/yellow colour scheme. Matches both my favourite character, and that fursona I had when I was a teen. And it’d have to be a chicken! 47.) What’s your oddest CS habit? No idea. I can’t think of anything particularly odd. Some people I talk to find it amusing that I will spend ages in the Pound waiting for a pet with a specific name to show up, though. The longest I’ve had to wait was an hour and a half, I think? 48.) What’s the oddest Ad that popped up on the site? I don’t pay attention to them tbh. They’re usually just for other pet sites or pet care products, anyway. 49.) What’s your ChickenSmoothie username? Last time I looked it was still ZΕL :P 50.) What species (that ChickenSmoothie has available) would you want to see more? It can even be PPS/EPPS lines too! I believe we all need more chickens in our lives. And those sheep bunnies, especially PPS ones.

#long post #this took me a while whew!

[gnollregard]

For a few years, especially during my college career as I was trying to put on more of a "professional" online persona, I was very ashamed of having a wolfdog as my fursona, or personal avatar. I felt like it was a direct nod to an animated film I grew up with, "Balto," and I felt like that was childish. Like it was fanart-esque or overdone, or just. Not like most industry based artists , who had these cute, quirky, character designs for themselves. But as I got older I learned how both a domestic dog, and a wolf really connect to me as a person, and how I play both roles archetype-wise. I've noticed that people either love me or don't. They don't hate me but they just. Don't. Really decide to be part of my life at all, it's like an avoidance thing or a forgetting thing. It make sense to me and my hybrid symbol. You either see me as a dog, or a wolf. Symbolically dogs are loyal, silly, lovable. They're man's BEST friend and are wonderful companions. It reminds me of my few, but tightly knit bonds I've created. My friends and family. Cheering them up by making them laugh, either with wit or with my own gawky, clumsy charm. Being very devoted to the people who let me in because like I've explained, the line has always been split down the middle for me. And of course being more than thrilled to see those I love when they come by, even if it was a relatively short amount of time since we've last met, haha. I'll eat your leftovers. I can't lie without making a ridiculously obviously guilty face (please don't ever tell me about surprise parties.) And I'm a total ham that loves attention from the people I love. Wolves on the other hand, are typically seen as wild and dangerous - but they are also seen as wise teachers, leaders, passionate souls and are often deeply misunderstood. I can be observant, quiet, and I've been told by multiple people that I was hard for them to approach or scary to try to talk to. It shocks me, because. That's the dog side talking - "but I'm so silly and nice, how on earth could I be hard to approach???" Then again, I apparently have resting bitch face. On the other hand, many people have described me as an old soul - and while I'm not traditionally wise, I have my own way of giving what is apparently very good advice. I feel as though I've been through a lot more than people think, and I carry a lot of life lessons with me that I hope I can help others with in order to prevent burden. I never really gave a shit about what other people thought of me - I guess that's what lead me to be an artist among many other non-traditional things. I preferred to march to the beat of my own drum and would avoid following others. Not purposefully, it sort of was just who I was all my life. I am wild at heart, and anyone who knows me knows this, lmao. I can't stand being indoors for too long without getting stir crazy, and I feel far too deeply for my own good. About anything, whether that's food, a TV show, or someone I love, I'm going to go full into details describing why that thing is so amazing and how it is such a huge part of my life. Or on the negative side, how upset something or someone makes me. Or how angry. And I get furiously angry, especially when I feel taken advantage of by others. My feelings are like tidal waves or forest fires though and they can be suffocating and engulfing. I can be rash, reckless, and too passionate at times. But at the end of the day I just want to feel alive and I love spontaneity and doing things that might seem crazy to others. I love what I love. I also always really loved the idea of a wolf's howl being compared to a song. As someone who sings, a lot, this really carries through with me, and I love it. And then there's the fairytale archetype of wolves which portrayed them as sexual deviants. Okay, stick with me. It's not going to get as weird as you think, I promise. But as a lesbian, and growing up feeling taboo, and trying to stand up for my sexuality in conservative catholic high school classrooms, and having a hard time communicating to girls I was attracted to that I was interested in dating them without scaring them - made me feel like a sexual deviant. Like. I was bad. Or taboo. Or maybe people just saw me that way. "Here's the elephant in the room." Or in this case, that grizzly wolf that's been staring down that lamb in class and no one really knows if she wants to talk with her or eat her. I've always been half one thing, half something else. Whether that was Polish and Italian. Or my all-or-nothing attitude. Or my weird feminine one day and masculine the next. Or completely loving myself. Or completely hating myself. Extremely funny, extremely serious. I never had an inbetween but both always exist with me. It's weird. And it's weird to analyze myself in this manner without sounding ridiculous honestly. But I've been wanting to state the importance of my fursona/avatar/caricature/whathaveyou for the longest time and I'm happy I have.

#personal #furry #fursona #alyssa barks

[veneficus-rex]

Teen Were-Furry

This is an older story of mine on FA, you can find the sequel on there too now!

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/veneficus-rex/

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Matt dribbled the basketball back and forth between his hands, deftly dodging the opposing players on the team. He smiled as a young freshman swiped at his legs, and just as the kid’s hands passed by the ball, Matt pushed it, bouncing it across the waxed court and passing it into the hands of Ross, his teammate and best friend. Matt wasted no time as the other teams offense moved to swarm Ross, and he ran across the court, holding his arms up for another pass from Ross. Ross faked out a player, and passed the ball back to Matt.

Time was almost up for the game, and Matt’s team was tied with North Canyon High, their rivals and practically only competition. Matt prayed quietly to himself and took a jump shot for the win. Everything seemed to slow down as Matt watched the ball, the timer slowly counted down, five seconds, four, three.... and just as the timer reached one, his ball hit the back board and fell into the hoop, breaking the tie.

Matt couldn’t even hear the buzzer over the cheers, nearly every person in the gymnasium stood up, either to cheer in victory, or to yell in frustration. Matt grinned ear to ear. It was great to be the star player on his school’s basketball team. The young blonde senior jumped and fist pumped the air as his teammates crowded around him. “Fuck yeah!” Ross cheered, and the others joined in with their own curses of joy.

“You did great tonight son!” his dad laughed on the way home, beaming with pride at his son. “Your father’s right hun, you were fabulous! If you don’t get a scholarship no one will!” His mom beamed happily. Matt nodded politely, “Awww thanks guys...” he said, staring at the window. As happy as he was, Matt was also a bit depressed.

Matt’s life was perfect, well as perfect as can be in high school. He was drop dead gorgeous 18 year old, with a body of a pro athlete, a perfect smile, and perfect skin, and was beloved and envied by all the girls and guys respectively. Not only was Matt handsome, like the poster child for the all american boy, but he was athletic as well, and excelled in every sport. Unlike most jocks however he wasn’t a dumb stereotype, and Matt excelled at his courses. For all anyone at the school was concerned, Matt was perfect.

Matt did have one secret, actually two. First was his homosexuality. Matt knew it wasn’t wrong, and he knew everyone would support him, but he was keenly aware about the reality of the world, and he doubted he would remain as popular or get scholarships if people knew.

Secondly, the source of Matt’s depression, and an even bigger secret than his sexuality, was his fetish. It started few years ago when he got aroused watching a a cartoon with anthropomorphic animals. He slowly realized he had a “furry fetish”, though he would never consider himself a Furry. Sure he had a fursona, and sure he browsed a few sites, but he rejected the term furry. He didn't want to be one, and he certainly didn't want to be seen as some deviant furfag While he was sure everyone would be at least supportive of his sexuality, he doubted anyone would be supportive of his other life.

Matt buried his desires as best he could, but still occasionally he couldn’t help himself, and he would get onto Furaffinity and browse. He hadn’t yet made really any fur friends, but he had a fursona, and commissioned a reference page. It was a blue and white Wusky. A wolf husky hybrid, with spikey light blue hair, a Wusky he named Frost, which he admitted wasn’t very original. It made his day to see some people ‘favorite’ his reference sheet when it was posted.

Despite his fursona, Matt was still deeply ashamed of himself, and would leave FA for weeks at a time to just try to turn his back on the whole furry scene. Unfortunately no matter what he did he found himself back, “pawing off” to a picture or two of hot sexy canine guys fucking and yiffing each other’s lights out.

Tonight marked three months since his last log in. The longest Matt had ever gone without going back. Despite very much wanting to, Matt was determined not to log on, even to celebrate his win.

Matt did his best to play happy as he and his parents got home, but excused himself to his room, “Sorry mom and dad, I just am tired and need be sure I have all my work done.” His parents nodded and understood, but his mom still demanded that she be allowed to give him a victory cheek kiss. “I am so proud of you hun!”

Back in his room Matt logged into his computer, “Finally some alone time!” he muttered, thinking of the hours and hours he spent this week hanging with friends or his parents. He clicked on his browser and went to the address bar. Right at the top was Furaffinity, and Matt hesitated, “Damn I really want to....” But he knew he couldn’t. Instead Matt clicked on his gmail, and went to the inbox.

As usual it mostly contained spam from various colleges and video game sites he visited. One stuck out however, in its heading was simply the word “Frost”. ‘It couldn't be? could it’ he wondered, he had never told anyone his furry secret, and he made sure that he used an alternate email with his Furaffinity account, there was no way...

His heart beat rapidly in his chest and for a moment Matt could have sworn he was going to vomit. Shaking, he moved his cursor over the email and opened it.

“Hello Frost, or should I say Matt, congratulations on your win tonight, it was very impressive.

Yes I know your secret, but don’t worry I won’t tell, this is just a warning...Be true to yourself and admit what you are... accept that you really are just a furfag, not just to yourself, but to the world at large.

If you don't there could be dire consequences, the furry truth always has a way of coming out on the full moon.”

That was it. “What the fuck does that mean?” he whispered to himself, wondering what the hell he just read. He knew he had a furry fetish, but he certainly wasn't a furfag, and how could this person know his secret. Moving his cursor back over the email, he read the sender, “[email protected]”, ‘Is this guy serious?’ Matt thought to himself. He shook his head, it had to be a prank, at worst an empty threat. After all, there was no proof he was a furry, and even if someone started a rumor there was no way people would believe it. Then Matt worried about what the guy meant by “the truth always has a way of coming out on the full moon.” The full moon was tomorrow night, ‘was it a deadline of some sort?’ he thought anxiously, hell of a thing to give a guy less than 24 hours to openly admit something like this.

Shaking his head Matt turned off his computer and tried to forget about the email. He tossed himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. ‘Fuck, there is no way its real..’ he told himself mentally, ‘just relax, tomorrow will be great, I’ll be a hero because of the game!’ he said smiling. Slowly he fell asleep, though his rest was fitful. As he slept he kept waking up to hard ons and thoughts about the email. He just couldn't let it go, how could someone know?

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The morning came, and waking up for the fourth time, Matt groaned. He already had an aching case of morning wood. Biting his lip and checking the time on his phone, he thought ‘maybe just a quicky.’

Slowly Matt ran his hand down to his hard cock, and massaged it gently with a squeeze, ‘Fuck I am already so hard!’ he thought feeling the throbbing nine inch member in his hand. Slowly but surely he massaged his shaft, quickening the tempo as he formed mental images in his mind.

He thought of Channing Tatum, one of the few celebrities he always got hot for. He imagined the actor’s hard pecs, his dripping cock. Matt panted as he stroked imagining Channing Tatum’s mouth on his.

Slowly though his mental image began to change. Matt tried to fight it, but that only made it come more. Slowly the actor’s body shifted, growing thick fur, his nose turning black and wet. Matt struggled to continue thinking of the actor as human, but the more he tried the more wolf like Channing became. Soon Matt was stroking to an anthro wolf, a muscular handsome wolf... so masculine and rough.

Matt was panting with an occasional moan as he masturbated, no longer caring about masturbating to a furry wolf. Slowly he began to reach climax when he heard his door start to open. “Matt, time to get up!” his mom said cheerfully as she walked into the room. Fortunately Matt heard her just in time and closed his eyes, he pretended to wake up with a yawn, holding his throbbing cock down with one hand as he blushed. “Yahhhhh morning mom...” he moaned sleepily.

“Come on get up son, take a shower and get dressed, you may have won the game but you still have to go to class...” she said picking up his dirty clothes and walking downstairs, thankfully not seeing anything.

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After a quick shower to cool himself off and get rid of the BO he built up from the night before, Matt dressed quickly and ran down stairs to grab a bit of breakfast before school. He smiled to see his mom had just poured a bowl of cereal for him. “Hey thanks mom!” he said sitting down and digging in. His stomach growled and he wasted no time in eating.

Matt itched his chest as he ate, scratching his sternum. He felt as if he was developing a rash. ‘Could it be that new body wash I got?’ he wondered remembering the all organic body wash his mom had bought at some new popular store. He took some more bites of cereal as he thought about the sensation.

“Hey hun slow down, and use your fork like a person!” his mom called out. Matt looked at her strange and then felt milk dribble down his face. ‘Was I just.... was I eating of the bowl like a dog?’ he thought. Confused he wiped his chin, “Sorry mom I guess I was just really hungry!” It was as good an explanation as any. With red cheeks he picked up the clean spoon he hadn't yet used and started to eat again.

“Okay hun, but I would appreciate it if you ate like a human being, between you and your father this table is always dirty, and I would appreciate it if it stayed clean for more then five minutes.” Matt’s mom said as she grabbed a few paper towels. She quickly wiped off some of the splattered milk as Matt apologized “Sorry mom, i don't know what came over me...”

“No problem, such a good boy, even if you are messy.” She said as she poured a cup of coffee into a travel mug. The words “good boy” rang in Matt’s ears, and part of him wanted to wag his ass a bit, but he ignored the instinct, ‘fuck where did that come from?’ he wondered

eating another bite of cereal. “Alright, I’m off to work then Matt, see you tonight!” Matt’s mom said as she left the room.

Matt waved a quick goodbye to his mom, and quickly finished his cereal. It wasn't until after he finished though they he noticed he had dropped the spoon again and was face first in milk. He wiped off his face. “Fuck I didn't realize I was so hungry...” he said trying to convince himself nothing was wrong, but even he didn't believe it. Embarrassed by the whole ordeal Matt grabbed his favorite baseball cap and slid it over his blonde hair.

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School was just two blocks away so Matt rarely had to worry about being late. As he walked down the lockers to his first class he saw Ross. His best friend waved back with a grin. Ross and Matt had known each other for years. They originally lived next door to each other until Ross’s family bought a bigger house on the other side of the neighborhood. Ross was almost as popular, and just as handsome as Matt, with short but shaggy brown hair, chiseled jaw, and deep brown eyes.

“Heya bro!” Ross grinned and hugged Matt, and Matt felt his cock stir a bit. “Hey man!” Ross punched Matt’s shoulder playfully, “So how’d you celebrate last night man? Parents take you out for dinner or something?”

Matt shook his head at the question, “No man, I was so beat that I just headed home and went to bed, but I am sure I can get them to take me out this weekend.” He caught himself staring at his friend, ‘What the hell, sure Ross is handsome, but fuck, I have never thought of him that way he’s like a brother’ Matt thought to himself with a fake smile, shifting a leg to hide his semi hard cock.

Ross sighed, “Such a loser sometimes bro!” he laughed “Well guess what, after you won the big game for us, Melanie and I went back to her place.” He said with a wink.

“What man, you telling you guys you know... finally yiffed?” Matt asked, not even noticing how he phrased it.

Ross lifted an eyebrow. “If by ‘yiffed’ you mean I totally had sex then yes! What the fuck does yiff mean?” Ross asked like he had just heard some kind of unusual alien word.

The realization of what he just said hit Matt like a ton of bricks, his cheeks turned red as he blushed and he stuttered “Y-yeah, sorry thats what my parents say” he lied. ‘Fuck me, thank god Ross doesn't know what tiff means or else my secret WOULD be out!’. Matt tried to change the subject, “So thats cool man, at least you ain’t a virgin any more!”

Ross seemed to accept the explanation and nodded excitedly, his whole demeanor changing as he did. “Yeah man! Its great, I feel like a man now you know... wait man, you never told me, are you still a virgin?”

Matt blushed again, his mind immediately wandering to losing his virginity to Ross. He shifted his cock subtly with his hand in his pocket. “N-no man, I still haven't yiffed yet..” he said before hearing himself again. His cheeks beat red Matt tried to correct himself “I mean yiff... shit not yiff, I mean no I haven't been yiffing...” Matt said. ‘Fuck why can’t I say sex!” he thought panicking. It was as if he had forgotten how to say ‘sex’ instead only the furry term came out of his mouth.

Ross chuckled a bit and Matt said quickly, “Sorry man, lets just change the subject, i don’t want to talk about yiffing.

Ross shrugged “Um okay then, well did you do Mr. Snyder’s math homework yet because they BLOW!” Ross said. Matt still blushed and nodded “Y-yeah I did them last night before the game. As long as you remember the integer placements it should be fine.” Matt said, slowly forgetting about his boner. There was nothing like math to spoil a boner, and Matt had never appreciated it so much. As they walked to class Matt felt an itch on his scalp under his baseball cap, not realizing the changes were just beginning.

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Mr. Snyder’s math class was Matt’s least favorite subject in school, he was terrible at Math, and it usually required all of his focus in order to learn, usually it was a pain, but today he was actually thankful since it allowed him to ignore his strange behavior this morning as well as the email he received last night. He scratched his head through his baseball cap, and focused on the lecture

Mr. Snyder was droning on about sines and cosines, when he spotted Matt, “Matt, you know my policy no hats in class. Take it off.” Matt rolled his eyes, “Come on Mr. Snyder, its not hurting anyone!”

“Its a sign of disrespect to keep your hat on indoors, school rules now take it off.” Mr. Snyder said. Matt hated when the teachers were so rigid about trivial rules, but he obeyed and pulled off his cap causing everyone to gasp. “What?” Matt asked

“W- whoa!” Ross yelped as he looked at his friend. “What the hell did you do to your hair bro?” Matt raised an eyebrow, “I didn't do anything!” he said grabbing his hair, noticing it felt odd. “Dude, why didn't you tell me you were dyed it blue last night?”

Matt was confused, and he had to see it for himself. “Sorry Mr. Snyder, can I go to the restroom?”. The middle age teacher sighed and nodded, “Yeah just take the hall pass with you, be back soon, this lesson is a major part of your homework this weekend.” Matt nodded and grabbed the hall pass before he ran to the bathroom.

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Matt jogged to the bathroom and nearly yelped at his reflection in the mirror “Sure enough, just as Ross said, Matt’s hair was Blue, perfectly dyed without a hint of his normal blonde, as if it was natural, even more it was styled and spiked, something he almost never did except for special events. “What the how did my hair....?” Matt wondered before he looked more closely. He recognized the hair, the color and the style were exactly like Frost’s!

Matt touched the spikey blue hair and nearly fainted, it stayed up naturally, and felt velvety and artificial. “This isn’t possible....” He muttered before he felt a pain in his feet. “Oh no, oh no no no no no!” Matt began to panic out loud. He leapt into a nearby stall and sat down, and untied his shoes as they got tighter and tighter.

Part of Matt knew what was coming, but it still made him gasp as he tore off his shoes, revealing fluffy white toes and white fur on his feet. Matt leaned forward to inspect them, and sure enough, they were furry and white, his toes slightly swollen and black rubber pads were beginning to form on the soles of his feet. “NO NO NO NO NO NO!” Matt gasped muttering loudly in panic.

Inspecting his feet, Matt pulled on the fur, it was attached, and even weirder it didn't feel like dog fur, it felt like costume material, exactly how he imagined a fursuit looked like. ‘Could it be? No way, there was no way he was becoming some kind of fursuit, thats the kind of freaky thing that only happened in those weird transformation stories on FA, there was no way he could be turning into one, right?’ he wondered to him self. His feet hadn't completely changed, and if he had to guess he would said they were only about a third of the way complete

Matt sat staring at his feet, and thinking about the email. “They weren’t threatening me with exposure, they were warning me about this!” he realized suddenly as he reread the note mentally. “They knew I was going to become this... freak!”

Matt sat staring at his paws, he even lifted his jeans to see how far they spread. And saw that the artificial fur melded with his skin at the ankle. Before he could investigate for more changes however he heard a knock on the stall. “Hey man, its Ross, you okay? Mr. Snyder is worried, are you sick?”

Matt began to answer when he let out a loud “WOOF!” Covering his mouth in shock before making loud coughing noises, “Uhhh yeah *cough cough* I uh *cough* am not feeling very well... just kind of sick.... Like a dog...” he said not being able to help himself to the pun. “Well uh ok man...” Ross said with concern, “I’ll tell Mr. Snyder you are going to the nurse... feel better bro...”

Mat waited until the door closed before struggling to get his shoes back on, red from fear and humiliation. He sat trying to think, what could he do, could he go home? Not with a test today in chemistry, could he finish his classes? maybe, but could he hide the changes? And would more be coming?

Matt nearly vomited in fear from the thought of changing more into a fursuit or at least he would have if he didn’t feel his cock harden at the thought of it. “F-fuck... this is getting me hard?” he wondered. He lifted his pants and gasped as his hard throbbing penis began to turn red.

“F-Fuck...” he muttered pulling his pants down fully as he sat on the toilet. Matt barely noticed he was panting like a dog until he stopped himself. ‘Oh my god, my mind is changing too!’he thought to himself, still watching his cock shift. His pubes began to lighten from their normal brown to a light white, turning thick and soft. Matt couldn't help but touch them, moaning in pleasure at the sensation of the faux fur being touched.

‘F-fuck I really am turning into some fursuited were-furry aren't I?’ he wondered oddly aroused at the thought. The thought of a man turning into a fursuit made Matt horny. He began to pant at the thought, unconsciously rubbing his furry sheath. “Mm yeah big sexy guy.... With a sexy plush tail....” He panted softly, his tongue getting slightly longer as he pleasured himself.

Matt thought about Ross, and his teammates changing too, all becoming fursuited furfags too. Soft artificial plushie fur covering their bodies as they yiffed. Letting out a canine whine

Matt rubbed his cock, looking in wonder as the still human but red cock regrew its foreskin before forming the beginnings of a sheath at its base. As he played with himself it got redder and redder, and he felt it change consistency. Where once he felt flesh, Matt began to feel silicone and rubber, the tale tell signs of a dildo.

It shifted in his hands becoming more canine and artificial, growing larger and thicker with each pump. Swelling occurred at the base of the dildo-like cock and matt squeezed it gently letting out a small bark of pleasure at the feeling of his knot.

Matt’s cock was as red as a fire hydrant and he panted in pride as he looked at it and stroked it. It wasn’t just a canine cock, it was a caricature of one, an enormous rubber doggy dildo dick, and it was all his. He knew it was wrong, and he wanted it back to normal, but he admitted it did look hot being so red and big.

Matt felt his balls suck up into his body as they were replaced by artificial fur, and with a loud canine howl he came, shooting liquid latex cum all over the stall. He panted as he regained his composure. ‘Fuck.... did I just masturbate to my own cock... and to my friends being turned into freaks like me?’

Matt realized what to do. He just had to get through the day, and go home, once home he could get online and confront this furfag69, whoever or whatever it was, maybe if he agreed to some kind of deal they would make him normal again.

He looked at himself once in the mirror, and prayed nothing else dramatic happened, and to his relief nothing was wrong with his face. He walked to the door just as the bell rang, and he gulped, praying he could hold off until school was let out.

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Hours passed, and everything seemed to be going fairly okay. Save for a few embarrassing slips of using terms like yiff, or referring to his feet as paws, Matt seemed to be doing okay, there were no more changes that he could see, and other than having to lie about dyeing his hair, Matt had little to explain. He had just finished lunch and was heading to gym class when he had a revelation, ‘Shit! How am I going to change in the locker room with my dick and feet like this?’

It was school policy that the boys changed in the locker room before and after Gym, they didn't want students injured running in jeans, or stinking up other classes after they ran, unfortunately it was fairly open, which meant everyone would see Matt’s changes. The only exception was the bathroom, ‘Maybe if I say I need to go I can change in a stall...’ Matt thought entering the locker room.

The scent of manly BO made Matt’s latex doggy dong grow in its plush furry sheath, and he tried to fight it. ‘Fuck I cant get a boner in here, not like this..’ he thought remembering the locker room hijinks the guys had. More than one student popping a boner had been panted and teased, and Matt knew if that happened to him, well the secret would be out, in more ways than one.

Matt quickly and quietly grabbed his stuff out of his locker and excused himself to the restroom. “You okay man, still sick?” Ross asked in concern. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay I just want to be sure man, don't want to get sick all over the gym...” Matt lied. Ross nodded and patted his friends back.

The locker room bathroom was small with only a few stalls. ‘Perfect’ Matt smiled locking himself in a stall. He quickly pulled off his shoes and jeans, and stared at his already half mast cock. The red rocket had slid halfway out of its sheath, and was steadily dripping its latex like pre-cum, and had formed a large wet spot on his boxers. ‘God, its so fucking hot...’ Matt admitted to himself.

With a gentle touch Matt slowly rubbed the pointed tip, sending an electric pulse of pleasure up his spine. “F-fuck ...” Matt moaned with a lusty canine growl. ‘I can’t, I only have a few minutes...’ Matt thought to himself trying to resist the unnatural pleasure his new cock brought him. It was in vain though, even as he tried to talk himself out of it, Matt found himself actively stroking his rubbery dildo cock.

It wasn’t long until Matt was lost in pleasure, stroking his cock quickly. ‘Gotta hurry... gotta get to gym...’, the thought of gym just made him harder, the thought of his fellow young men sweating and grinding as they played sports. His hot bear of a coach commanding them to work harder. He could imagine how sweet it would be to fuck his friends, suck off the coach, make them all were-furries. Matt shuddered at the last thought, he didn’t know where it came

from.... ‘was that what I am? A were furry? What kind of fucked up Tf story am I in?’ he thought still rubbing himself for all he was worth

The itching on his chest that he felt that morning returned, and Matt moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard him. Rubbing his chest, Matt felt it grow softer, flatter, his nipples sucked into his body, and his belly button followed. He was never particularly hairy, so the sensation of hair was alien to him, the follicles activating, sprouting soft fur.

The soft plus white fur that Matt recognized as Frost’s sprouted on his pecs, and he felt a similar sensation down his spine as dark azure blue fur sprouted dow the line or his back. The fur didn't spread however, but it was more than enough to put him over the edge... With a growling canine moan, Matt came, bucking his hips as he shot his rubbery latex load onto the floor.

“F-fuck, I need to stop this...” he panted touching his furry pecs, now numb, flat and plush. “I’m a fucking freak...” he muttered looking at his body. He knew he had to stop it, fortunately Gym was his second to last class, he didn't have much longer, he just knew he could make it. Matt hurriedly put on his gym clothes, and forced his feet into his tennis shoes, they were tight, but fortunately he got them in. His shirt covered the fur on his chest and spine, mostly, but he didn't think anyone would pay enough attention, it was a running day, and usually everyone was so angry and spiteful that they just focused on running, not each other.

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Matt jogged out to the field, and fortunately realized he wasn't late, somehow he had beaten out half the class. He smiled at Ross as Coach Fjord, the big muscle gutted european weightlifter the school hired as a gym teacher, talked about proper breathing exercises.

Most of the class was half asleep, the other half was anxiously dreading the run. It wasn't too long before the coach abruptly said, “All right boys!” in his thick european accent, “Get to the running!” and clapped his hands loudly.

The class took off, no one wanted to test the massive coach, and all of the were pretty sure he would either eat or crush anyone who dared slack off. As much of an athlete as he was, Matt hated running, it felt useless as an activity when one wasn’t doing anything else, like dribbling a ball or trying to catch one.

Matt sprinted staying as far away as he could from others without drawing attention to himself. “Faster with the running!” the coach yelled, and the whole class, including Matt sped up. Already Matt felt his legs tire, and he panted as he ran, tongue hanging out slightly. His paws ached terribly. ‘Wait paws? No, shit not paws, fore paws... no, hind paws?’ he couldn't think of the word, he knew it started with an F, but whenever he tried to think of the word for the paws in his shoes he couldn't. He blushed knowing this was some part of this strange metamorphosis he was undergoing, it had to be.

Swelling began to occur inside Matt’s shoes. ‘Fuck my paws, could they be getting worse?’ he thought as he stopped a moment to catch his breath. He panted, tongue lolling as he watched his shoes begin to swell. He heard popping as the stitches of the shoes began to fray, white fur peaking out of the gaps. “Fuck no, not here!” he gasped. Inside his shoes it felt as if his feet were being pumped up like balloons, swelling slowly but steadily. The nails on the humans swelling toes thickened and turned black, they grew slowly poking into the shoe before black plastic claws began to rip through the sneakers. Matt felt like an eternity passed while his shoes vainly held together, they barely contained the furry paws he felt inside, and he knew that any moment they would burst.

“Matt, are you okay?” Matt heard as the coach approached. He gulped, what could he say, that he was sick? That he was turning into some kind of sick joke of a fursuit. He looked up at the coach, praying his sneakers would hold, and that the coach wouldn't notice them. “I-I am not feeling well coach, c-can I be excused?” he begged, letting out a slight whimper.

The coach raised an eyebrow and nodded, “Uh sure yes, go ahead to the nurses office.” he said in his eastern european accent. Matt thanked the gods and quickly began to run away to grab his stuff. ‘I cant stay on campus, I am already changing too quick!’ Matt realized catching a breath as the coach began to walk away. Before taking a single step though, Matt heard a tell tale POP, followed by a second. Eyes wide, Matt looked down and saw thick white toes, four of them on each foot, sticking out of his shoes.

“What was those sounds that I hear?” The coach asked turning. Matt didn't even bother to explain as he ran back to the locker room, his heavy paws making it awkward to run. Tearfully he made inside the locker room and started to collect his things. Before leaving he sat on a bench and investigated his new paws.

The thick padded furry feet stuck out several inches from is now destroyed shoes, as if they were clown shoes, far too big for his body. “What the fuck, this is insane!” he whimpered as a few tears began to fall. With one hand he squeezed a toe and shuddered. It gave away as if it was filled with the stuffing of a teddybear or pillow, and felt like one too, but he felt his fingers touching the fur... through the fur as if somehow, despite the plush, cottony filling he guessed had filled his paws, his nerve endings were still intact.

Still curious, Matt lifted his jeans and saw the fur was slowly, almost unnoticeably spreading up his ankles and onto his shins, where it stopped it looked like he had perfectly fused with a fursuit, no seams, no stitching, just flesh then fur. ‘I cant take off the shoes, at least like this they kind of look like a werewolf costume, but if people saw them fully...’ he thought, a chill running down his spine as he thought of what government scientists would do to a freak like him.

Matt was brought out of his thinking when he felt a pressure build on his spine. “NO!” he gasped touching his tailbone, feeling a mosquito bite like bump begin to swell. ‘Is it getting faster... I got to get to privacy!’

Matt didn't even bother to explain himself to Ross, his coach, or anyone else for that matter, he just knew he had to go. He ran off campus, luckily security was lax considering they were in such a good neighborhood, so he didn't think anyone saw him leave. He ran as fast as he could in his awkward flopping manner with his oversized paws. With one hand he continually checked the growing bump on his tail bone.

Fortunately given that it was early on a Friday afternoon, not many people were on the street, but Matt still couldn't afford to be seen and found out. Despite living just a few minutes away, Matt felt that the run home was never ending, largely because of his growing tail. Rubbing the bump with his fingers Matt felt it gradually grow, reaching an inch, then two. It felt soft and furry, azure blue and stark white faux fur covering the top and bottom halves respectively.

Matt smiled as he saw his home and turned onto his street. At last it seemed like some hope. All he had to do was get inside and confront this ‘furfag69’. He honestly didn't know if it would work, but it was the best plan he could think of. Matt was so excited to end the whole incident, that he was paying attention to walking on his new paws, and fell flat onto the ground.

“OW!” He hissed pulling himself up onto his hands and knees. As Matt began to send however the pressure in his tail bone was too great, and he double over. “F-fuck, not yet!” he whined like a puppy, the growing tail pressing painfully against his pants. “I don't want a tail... not naowwARROOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He howled as his jeans gave way. Denim ripped and out popped the tail. Matt whimpered tearfully and looked at it. Thick, long and overstuffed, it had to have been three feet long. It was wild and thick, with a slight sickle like curve to it... ‘just like a husky should have...’ he thought to himself before shaking away the unnatural thought.

Matt grabbed the tail in his hand. It felt so soft, so big, it caused him to moan audibly in pleasure as he touched it, and even squeezed it. Just like his paws, it was filled with stuffing, over stuffed even, and oversized for his average and muscular build. Matt quickly realized he couldn't just sit on the sidewalk examining his tail. He collected himself, and pulled his pants up and ran the rest of the way home, struggling to keep his pants on as the tail pushed them down.

Matt rushed inside and ran up the stairs as he entered his home, tossing his backpack aside on his bed. No longer caring about his ripped jeans, Matt let them fall to the floor, revealing the fur on his legs had started to also grow blue, reaching his knees.

The changing human logged onto his computer and tapped a paw impatiently as he waited for his computer, then the internet to open up. The moment he could, Matt logged into his email, and found the email from the night before. He typed furiously.

“What is happening, what are you doing to me, I know this is you, whoever you are. tell me what you want! Please I cant be a freak like this!

Please I am sure we can come up with some kind of deal, I will tell people I am a furry, I will give you money, just tell what I can do to stop this!”

He shuddered and pressed send without a second thought. He furiously and anxiously waited. he tapped his paws, and panted in fear. ‘What if they say no? They couldn't could they? They wanted something right?’ The maddening questions ran through his mind at high speed, he felt like he could vomit as he waited for a reply.

An hour passed, and nothing. No reply came, no answers, no apologies. Instead Matt cried, he couldn't help it, he was losing his life, his dignity, just because of some stupid email. Matt’s crying was eventually interrupted by the feeling of his hands swelling. Matt watched in horror, thick tail tucked between his legs as his hands puffed up. Slowly they filled with cottony filling, and the tips of his fingers swelled and grew thick rubber paw pads. He watched despondently as his nails grew thick and turned to black plastic claws.

The feeling didn't stop there however. As Matt felt his hands change, his whole body began to feel odd. Panting and whining Matt tore at his shirt and looked in the mirror. He watched his body lose more definition, becoming more tubular and plush like, straight and artificial as the white fur on his chest spread. The tingling spread on the back too, and Matt turned and sniffled as the dark azure blue fur spread from his spine, across his back before meeting with his chest.

Matt’s limbs were not spared either. His muscles seemed to turn soft as he watched helplessly, his body filling with stuffing, and sprouting blue and white fur. Matt rubbed his body with his paws giving it a few tugs and squeezes, trying to feel if it was really happening. He pressed on his stomach, his chest, his legs. It all had a slight give, like it was filled only with cotton. Eventually the changes stopped, and Matt stared at himself in the mirror for what felt like an hour.

He was clearly no longer human, and though his head and neck remained unchanged save for his blue hair, Everything below Matt’s shoulders looked like a fursuit. I fact, if anything, Matt looked like a fursuiter who had taken the head off of his costume. Matt rubbed his body and moaned slightly in pleasure. It felt good, as much as it pained him to say it. Just petting his own fur sent shivers of pleasure down his spine, and his dildo-cock began to harden once again. Matt shook it off and looked at himself “Fuck... I am turning into Frost...” he said allowed to nobody... and he cried. He wondered if he should just give in, just ride the change and hope it would revert, another part of him told him it would be better just to end it all with his dad’s revolver.

‘NO! I wont be beaten by this fucking transformation! I just need help!’ Matt told himself, rousing himself from sorrow and despondency. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Matt pulled out his cell phone. It was awkward to type with his paws, but slowly, and with patience, he crafted a message. “Mom, I am staying at Ross’s house tonight, we will be doing homework and working on projects for school, I will be back tomorrow morning.” he typed before sending it to his mom. Fortunately his parents were fairly lax in regards to Ross, and Matt thanked god they were.

‘Ross is the only one who might understand, the only one I can trust.’ Matt told himself as he prepared to leave. It was perfect actually, since Ross’s parents were out of town until Sunday, that meant only Ross would see him like this. ‘Even if I change all the way, I am sure the two of us can figure something out!’

He grabbed a bulky hoodie and pulled it over his furry... and admittedly sexy body. He struggled against the urges to paw off with his cock, and pulled on sweat pants. Unfortunately they refused to fit over the huge three foot tail jutting out of his back side. “Fuck I am going to have to be one of ‘those’ furries he realized, and grabbed a pair of scissors.

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Matt felt ridiculous as he snuck out, covered head to ankle in baggy clothing. Unfortunately nothing would fit over his paws, either fore or hind paws, nor would his tail fit inside the pants, so he had no choice but to let his paws free, and his tail hanging behind wagging slightly as he walked. To anyone that saw, matt looked like a typical furry wearing a tail in public.

Matt blushed, it was already 4:00 and people were coming home from work, or playing with their kids. More than one person stopped to stare, and more than a few kids pointed and laughed at the tail hanging out of Matt’s pants. He drew the hood tight around his face, praying nobody recognized him.

The agonizing trip to Ross’s house finally ended as Matt rang the doorbell. Ross looked concerned when he opened the door. “Dude are you okay?” He asked in concern, “You just disappeared in Gym and ....” Ross looked at his friends hands and feet, as well as the tail slowly moving behind him. “and what the fuck are you wearing?!”

Matt raised his finger and gestured ross to be quiet as he pushed his friend inside. “J-just let me inside, I need to talk...” Matt whimpered. Ross nodded and led his friend down the hall to his room. Matt slowly built up the courage to admit everything when Ross sat down on his bed and said, “Okay spill it, what the hell is that stuff, and what is going on with you?”

Matt felt his composure falter and blurted out “I-I am so sorry man but I don’t know who else to turn to!” he started to sob. “I’m a fucking freak!”

Ross gulped looking at what seemed to be costume pieces. He had heard of ferries before, after all he had the internet, though he had never seen one. “Are you some kind of furry dude? What is going on?”

Matt gulped. “I-I am!” he cried, admitting it for the first time “I’m a a fucking gay furry freak! But thats not the point!” he said and he pulled off his jacket. Ross went wide eyed and backed up. “What the fuck dude!? Don’t strip in my room like some fag!” he yelled.

“Dammit Ross look!” Matt cried showing the fused skin and fur he had grown. Ross slowly started to notice something wasn't right. “I am turning into a fucking pursuit man, I-I need your help!” Matt cried Ross just sat stunned, “A what?”

Matt cried as he explained the story, how he got the email, how his mind and body were changing. He admitted his sexuality and fetish, explaining somehow he had become cursed into becoming a were-furry. Finally Matt broke down, sat down next to his friend, and sobbed.

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It was an hours before either young man could say anything. Ross was too freaked out, having not only that his friend was some weird kinky furry fag, but was literally turning into a furry costume, what Matt called a ‘Fursuit’.

Likewise Matt was too ashamed and freaked out about his own changes to say much. Eventually as the sun started to set, Ross said, “So why are you turned on by animals dude?”

Matt rolled his eyes, “I am not man! Being well, a furry I guess, I am not into fucking animals, thats bestiality, but I don’t know, something about men that are part animals, or animal people, I am not sure why I like them, I just do. Do you know why you like girls without tails?”

Ross raised an eyebrow and thought for second. “They have breasts... thats reason enough for me.” Ross chuckled, and Matt rolled his eyes and punched his friends shoulder. Ross started again, “I guess, I don't know, it’s cool bro, I don’’t really get it, and honestly I don't want to get but... you are my bro. I will always love you man, you are my best friend, and even though I ain’t a furry, that doesn’t mean I don't care about you.”

Matt smiled and him and held back a few tears, “Fuck, you asshole now you got me all worked up” His tail wagged softly and he let out a canine whine. Ross looked at his changing friend smiling, “Super gay bro, men don’t cry..” he smiled his own eyes watering up, but then he noticed something odd.

“Hey bro you’ve got something on your nose.” Ross said. Matt reached up one of his plush stitched paws and rubbed his nose, it felt strange like a pressure was building. “Did I get it?” the changing human asked, and the dark spot on his nose grew larger. “No man, in fact you just kind of spread it, let me try.” Ross said and rubbed his thumb over his friends nose.

As Ross rubbed he noticed how cold Matt’s nose felt, he rubbed and the black but nothing was wiped off, if anything it was bigger... and hard like plastic. “Shit...I-I think you are changing more!” Ross said and Matt cried then and there.

Matt brought both paws to his nose, “No no no no no!” He cried whimpering like a dog, “I don't want a dog nose!” he cried as the plastic spread. Matt’s nostrils flared as they were pulled up, and his nose widened, he felt it shifting under his soft velvety paws as it grew bulbous and cold, turning black and plastic. In a moments the sensation of pressure seemed to stabilize, not gone, but no longer pushing his nose out.

Matt dropped and looked at his friend and Ross couldn’t help but chuckle, Matt looked oddly adorable with a dog nose and he flicked it, hearing a click as his nail hit the plastic. “ARF! What was that for?!” Matt yelled holding his new nose. “Sorry bro I just wanted to see if it was real!” Ross laughed.

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The two laughed for a few more minutes, exploring Matt’s nose and discussing heterosexual vs homosexual sex. They felt like their old selves, and save for Matt’s tail wagging and the occasional bark or furry term used, Matt felt like his old self. Neither noticed however that the full moon was rising.

“NO dude, a guy’s dick doesn't get covered in shit if he yiffs another guy!” Matt groaned, responding to a rather ignorant but no less honest question. “Well sorry man, its not like I would know! And besides I don’t have to worry about shit when I put my dick in a pussy!” Ross laughed and Matt joined in. Matt felt great, but thats when he caught the full moon in his eye.

Matt couldn't help but stop and stare at the moon. It was so beautiful, so big, he felt his heart beat faster, and his latex cock harden to full length as he stared. “God its so beautiful, no wonder wolves howl at the moon...” he muttered hazily. “Dude, you okay?” Ross asked.

Matt didn't take his eyes off the moon out the window. The pressure in his jeans was rising, as was the pressure in his face, soft blue and white furs sprouted on his chin, and his pupils turn bright icy blue. “God its so beautiful WOOF! How could I have ever denied being a wusky fag...” Matt muttered ignoring Ross.

Ross watched his friend become transfixed and he stood up. “Dude... stop it, you are freaking me out. Matt ignored him again, but suddenly he felt pressure in his face, tearing himself away he began to pant and growl in lust and heat. “F-fuck, its happening.... n-need to get out of these clothes!” Matt growled and barked tearing at his shirt, pulling it open with a loud rip, revealing his flat, almost shapeless costume like furry chest. White and blue fur covered his entire body, already thick and fluffy with padding.

Ross grew wide eyed as he watched his friends changes begin the final stage, as horrified as he was some morbid part of him wanted to watch a transformation like this, he had only seen them in the occasional werewolf movie, and this... this was insane.

Matt tore at his pants pushing them off, and pulling odd the tattered remnants of his underwear and socks, soon he stood clothe-less, naked save for the pursuit he had become from the neck down. Still panting Matt’s face pushed forward and grew larger in proportion to his body. His canines grew hard and plastic and his tongue turned to latex.

Wrapping one of his meaty paws around his canine meat Matt stroked and let out a loud earsplitting wolf howl. “ARRROOOOo ARR AR ARRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!” He howled. As the new were-furry howled his face pushed forward even more. Soft white fur spread from his chin across his muzzle, while dark blue fur spread across his ears and forehead meeting with the fur on his neck. Matt’s eyes opened wider as the pupils dilated turning into cartoon like mesh, the eyes grew large and toonlike, more befitting some kind of cartoon mascot than a real person.

Soon nothing human remained of the once closeted furfag. Matt moaned as he touched his throbbing latex cock with one paw, and touched his new muzzle with the other. “F-fuck a muzzle... it it’s so hot!” he moaned with a slight bark. ‘Fuck I’m a fucking wusky suit!’ he thought in fear... but it slowly became joy, it felt so good at the same time. As much as he hated to admit it it felt better than anything had in his life.

Ross was frozen in shock, terrified and admittedly curious that his friend had turned into some kind of dog like plushy suit. Matt sat panting slowly stroking as if catching his breath, but suddenly stopped both actions. “Matt?” he asked cautiously “You okay man?”

Matt felt so good, no, not Matt, Frost. He hated the way it happened, but how could he deny it any longer, he was Frost, a slutty gay plushy furfag wusky... and he couldn't be happier, or hornier. Frost’s tail began to wag as he liked up, his icy blue cartoon like eyes stared at Ross. “WOOF I feel great hun!” he chuckled in a booming gay toon like version of Matt’s voice. The slightly opened smiling mask mouth moving with his words.

“Thank god!” Ross sighed a slight breath of relief, “I was worried you had become some kind of monster Matt!” he chuckled still terrified but at least comforted by thinking his friend was still in the artificial fur and plush stuffing somewhere.

“Hehe, what do you mean hun? I’m not Matt, I’m Frost ARF!” the plush wusky said in his happy cartoon like voice.

Ross immediately felt his heart dropped as he backed away. “Wh-what do you mean, wh- who is Frost?”

“I am silly! Your buddy, the flaming laggy wusky butt slut!” the creature that had once been matt said snapping his finger and pointing it as a gun. “Now, get over here and give me a nice big kiss!” he chuckled holding his arms open.

Ross was frozen. “What the fuck?” was all he could say, all he could think. One minute his best friend was acting strange with some weird furry shit on, the next his friend had turned into some freaky mascot costume... a big cocked one he judged by the mammoth sized latex cock. “No fucking way!” Ross yelled as he finally collected himself, and he moved for the door.

The human was much less quick than the furry Wusky, who grabbed his friends arm and pulled him deep into a kiss. Ross grunted in disgust as his mouth was invaded by the tongue of the fursuit, and tried to push away. ‘Fuck I have to get out of here!’ he thought moaning in disgust as his mouth was invaded. Even as he struggled however, Ross had to admit it felt good to be in the arms of something so fluffy, and Frost was a much better kisser than his girlfriend.

Ross felt his cock start to harden, and he blushed in humiliation. ‘Fuck its just the sensation... I ain’t a furfag like Matt!’ he told himself. But even as he told himself that he reached a hand up, holding the back of Frost’s head as he kissed back. It just felt so good, who cared if it was a guy.

As they kissed Ross’s changes began. Slowly his chestnut brown hair turned ruddier messier, it grew brighter almost as the hair gained cherry red highlights, becoming soft and velvety plush material. Similar soft fur slowly grew out of the pores of his chest, spreading slowly into a cute white tuft of fur.

Ross moaned softly into the kiss, still disgusted with himself. He wanted to stop, but there ws just something so incredible about Frost, or Matt, something caused him to be unsure which he should call the beast. As he pondered this his ears tingled, and Frost mentally cheered, seeing red and brown fur start to sprout on the tips of his friend.

Frost felt his cock tingle in excitement at the changing of his friend into his mate. He knew instinctively he could make the human like him, and in some way he knew this is what he always wanted, to be a furfag with his best friend. Frost’s cock was dribbling latex smelling pre as he grinned against his friend. Finally he pulled out of the kiss, and Ross gasped for air.

“ARF! How was that sexy?” Frost asked playfully wagging his cottony tail. Eager to see if Ross had accepted that he too was better off as a furfag.

“It felt so g- n-NO!” Ross said snapping out of the spell of the kiss. “This isn't right man fuck!” he moaned. Frost chuckled and said “Well thats not what it looks like WOOF!”

Ross blushed and looked down. His cock throbbed tightly against his jeans and he gulped touching it. ‘Just a bit, I just need to touch myself a bit so I can think straight’ he thought rubbing

his bulge as fur started to sprout on the back of his hands. Wide eyed, Ross stopped pleasuring himself.

“M-my paws... I mean SHIT... my hands!” He screamed and glared at Frost. “Y-you! You are doing this... you are messing with my mind stop it!” He screamed tearfully. He started to pant in arousal as he looked himself over. He felt his chest, his hands, his ears, he finally realized what was happening. The Wusky was turning him into a freak too.

“Hehe finally figured it out hun?” Frost wagged his tail, “Mmmm you are going to be a sexy mate WOOF!”

The bark rang in Ross’s ears. He didn't want this, he wasn't a fag or a furry, he wanted to be with his girlfriend. Megan...Michelle? ‘what is her name?!” Ross panicked trying to think of his girlfriends name. Was it Melanie? That seemed wrong to... it was on the tip of his tongue... Frost? ‘No Frost isn't my girlfriend he’s my boyfriend..... shit no he’s just a friend, isn't he?’ Ross thought trying hard to think.

Frost slowly rubbed Ross’s back as the changing human struggled to retain his thoughts. The human was so distracted trying to remember his girlfriends name he was starting to pant, and he didn't notice his body grow more fur. What Ross did notice was the burning in his groin. He needed relief. ‘Fuck ...so horny...’ he whimpered and slowly went back to playing with his cock.

“Good boy Ross... that feels so much more fun huh?” Frost asked playfully rubbing his paws against the human. Ross tearfully nodded. “I- I a m just so horny.... I need Yip! Fuck... I...” Ross struggled to find the words, “I YIP! I need to yiff so bad!” Ross couldn't believe he said the words but he knew they were true.

“Hehe ARF sounds like someone’s a horny foxy!” Frost giggled rubbing his paws down Ross’s body and down to his cock, unzipping the human’s jeans. “Oh god yes YIP!” Ross moaned in pleasure using his own increasingly paw like hands to push down his boxers. Ross’s fingers swelled and grew thicker as brown fur sprouted on them. His nails turned hard and black with a slight luster of plastic.

It felt so wrong and right to feel the wusky’s fur on his back, as both lifted Ross’s shirt off, revealing his now soft white chest. Behind him, Frost grinned, it was going so well, soon they would mate, and he knew that would seal them both into these changes. Smiling he leaned down and pulled off the human’s shoes.

Ross had the feet of a true basket ball player, stinky, big and sexy. Frost couldn’t help but lick the soles of the stinky human feet. Ross moaned and let out a high pitched yip as he stroked his still human cock with his swelling paws, the fur traveling up his arms before turning cherry red. The rubbery tongue of the wusky was cold but oddly erotic on the human’s feet. As Frost licked the feet of his changing friend, they slowly swelled. The skin of the soles swelled into

thick black rubber pads. Brown fur followed suit, as the toes swelled larger, two fusing into one leaving Ross with four thick meaty paw toes on each foot paw.

Ross moaned looking at his feet, now paws. Part of him still wanted to fight, but he couldn't help but think how hot they were. As they swelled growing passed size 13, then 14, looking more like size 19 by the second, Ross grinned, ‘Why shouldn't a sexy guy like me have big paws, the bigger the paws the bigger the slut’ he thought with a slight smile, before another part though ‘What the fuck why would I think something as disgusting as that?!’

Frost pushed Ross slowly to all fours, and Ross obeyed, feeling oddly comfortable on his knees, something inside telling him, this was his favorite position...doggy style. Frost pushed his large muzzle into the cheeks of his friend and licked. “Yip oh fuck yes!” Ross moaned, his voice gaining a slight lisp and tony quality. Ross still continued to stroke his cock, the feeling of paws on it making it harder than ever. ‘Fuck I am so huge!’ he thought to himself with a grin.

Slowly as Ross stroked his cock it began to change in consistency becoming thicker and redder. In the meantime Frost was wasting no time rimming his changing friend’s fuck hole, making sure it was nice and lubed up. As he licked Frost felt the already hairy ass of his friend grow even hairier, softer, red and white fur spreading over the cheeks as they filled with cottony plush stuffing. The fur seemed to much up a bit on the tail bone, and Frost stopped, he wanted to see this part, and he grinned.

Ross moaned stroking his cock, or rather his red rocket with his soft plush paws when he felt pressure at the bas of his spine. Moaning he craned his neck behind to watch aa thick overstuffed tail shoot out of his tail bone with a loud ‘FLOOOMPH’. It felt so strange and thick, but so right, Ross gave it an experimental wag and smiled to himself.

Moving his friend and lover’s tail out of the way, Frost aimed himself and whispered “Are you ready for your first yiffing?” Ross was so confused. He knew this wasn't right, he knew he was somehow being changed into a foxy freak, but for some reason, against all logic he wanted it. It felt so good, so much better than being human. He never realized until this moment he wasn't happy with his old life, he wanted more.... he wanted Frost. Panting Ross let out a slight yip of lust and said “Yes... Y-yiff me hun!”

Frost smiled his lupine smile on his artificial plush muzzle and began to thrust into his lover. Ross yipped at the slight pain that came from his hole being invaded for the first time in his life, to be fucked and yiffed by a man.

Frost’s latex red rocket moved quickly, pushing in centimeter by centimeter, slowly at first, but more with each thrust. Ross groaned feeling his rectum hit, and he shuddered in pleasure, peristalsis started as his body milked and massaged the wusky’s thick red cock, and Ross yipped in pleasure.

Ross felt his face start to push forward with each thrust. It felt so strange to feel the pressure pushing his nose wider and out. Reaching up with one thick paw Ross felt his nose turn to plastic and push forward. The increasingly plushy furfag human’s ear pushed out, pulling taller and larger than a normal animals as they turned forward, tall red and brown triangles poking through his soft furry hair.

“Yes...YIP... oh fuck yes! Yiff me hun!” Ross moaned pushing back into his lover’s cock. Frost scraped his plastic claws over his lover’s back, then pushed himself fully into the tail hole of his slutty foxy friend, “WOOF like this hun?”. Ross could barely nod as his slutty foxy side took over and the heat of lust washed over him as his last resistances fell.

Ross yipped hornily as he pushed his swollen plush ass against the blue and white wusky, and his face pushed forward in a large pointed fox muzzle, the kind Frost always had a thing for. Ross, felt himself give over completely, and knew he wasn't himself anymore, he needed a new name. With both their balls churning, and orgasm quickly approaching, Ross felt a name come to him, Ember, Ember the slut fox! It was only right for the to be his name, after all he was a for furfag!

Both felt their furry, plush pulls churn with latex cum as Ember finished changing. With a loud ear splitting howl, Frost came, followed by Ember who joined in with his lovers howl.

Panting the two canine fursuit plushies caught their breaths. “Fuck hun that was incredible!” Ember yipped, and frost nodded “WOOF yeah! Best cum I have had in awhile!” He panted. Slowly they felt life returning to them, and Ember laughed, “So ready for round two hun? We only have a few more hours of the full moon!”

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Both Frost and Ember woke up as humans in the morning, mostly. They quickly discovered that both of their tails were, permanent additions to their anatomies. Neither minded much though.

By the end of the week, Frost and Ember had come out, both as gay, and as furries, though Ember never questioned the fact he was neither until that fateful night. At first it was a shock, and people wondered why they always wore their pursuit tails not realizing that the two were-furries had permanently grown them.

The full moon remained a pleasant trigger, and both Frost and Ember eagerly awaited each one. Sure they were able to change whenever they wished, but to them, there was something special about losing total control to their fursuited selves.

Eventually, as slutty as they were, the two canine furfags began to spread the infection. By graduation over half the boys in their school, and more than one teacher had come out as gay furries, sporting plush tails wherever they went.

Frost and Ember continued to date, albeit with an open relationship, and were quite happy together, but then, one day they realized they needed to go to college... after all, all the cute guys in frats and dorms, they were sure they could find plenty of boys to join in the fun.

Frost did think about the fateful email he got, and realized it was right, the furry truth always did come out eventually, he just never thought it would be on a full moon.

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