I surveyed the eclectically scattered baubles in search of hidden treasures. There were plenty of strange curios that likely each had their own story, but without their previous owner hovering around to tell the tale, they were meaningless to me. Well, not completely meaningless, but unfortunately none of them stood out as particularly haunted in nature (not that you could always tell just by looking). My best friend, Gabe, and I were the founding members of Campbell University’s Paranormal Investigation Club. We were set to graduate in just a few months and wanted to hand over the reins to the next president with a few cool novelties to enjoy.

That’s how we ended up at the estate sale. It was selling off the possessions of a wolf anthro who had been the sole inheritor of a longstanding family fortune. The wealth came from the family vineyard, but was subsequently squandered in the intervening decades on the lupine’s hobbies revolving around mysticism and the occult. He had spent ludicrous amounts on auctions for haunted dolls, ancient spellbooks, clay tablets, relics from lost civilizations, and more, only to end up broke. He had been a big name in paranormal forums and blogs online, going as far as to attempt arcane rituals himself, and even filmed a couple of seasons of a ghost hunting reality TV show. In the real world, however, he was terrible with money and fell on hard times.

Same old story. 

Gabe and I hoped to find some handy gear for our own ghost hunting adventures among his belongings. Cameras, EMF recorders...that sort of thing. It was unlucky for us that we had exams we couldn’t skip that morning and the best equipment had already been snatched up by the time we arrived. All that was left were momentos from the fur’s career mixed in with more mundane articles of clothing and furniture that you’d expect to find at any yard sale. It was held outside the dilapidated family manor, a place I had wanted to explore for years. I glanced up at the decaying facade of the mansion and caught a glimpse of the aging wolf skulking the halls- pacing and glaring out cracked and dirty windows at those pawing over his possessions for a nominal fee. The house had been sold to a real estate investor too, or so I had heard. The sale was in the process of being finalized, meaning that this would be the last time he was in his family’s old home.

The one object my eyes were drawn to would be a difficult purchase to explain to my friend.

There was a pair of running shoes, marginally used, with a bit of dirt and dust on them. They were large and shaped for a canid foot with a splayed, digigrade paw. The toes, laces, underside, and soles were white, and the top and tongue were a rusty red canvas with no logo I could see. 

“Find anything good yet, Frankie?” My friend asked in his sexy southern drawl. He startled me by clapping his hand heavily on my shoulder. We have had plenty of remarks about the clashing nature of our equally strong accents, his twang and my Brooklyn edge, but he had no idea what his voice did to me in particular. I glanced back at him and saw that his other arm was cradling a handful of mundane junk mixed in with more esoteric items.

Gabe was human like me. He was a bit shy of six feet tall with a mop of curly, dirty-blond hair that framed his square face. He had a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. His brow sloped toward his sharp nose. Combined with his jutting chin and wide, strong jaw, this gave him a handsome profile. Although naturally pale, he spent enough time outdoors that his bronze skin almost matched my tan Hispanic complexion. Unless it was the dead of winter, he rarely wore a shirt, keeping his upper body clear of tan lines. Even at that moment he had it half-wadded up and stuck in the back pocket of his cargo shorts, fluttering behind him in the breeze. The wind made his quarter-sized nipples pert and full like his lips. His athleticism was apparent. He was tone, with the definition of his abs just beginning to show on his midriff and slight bulges around his pectorals and biceps. A faint sheen of perspiration beaded on his torso. He looked at me out of the corner of his sparkling, deep blue eyes with a friendly warmth. 

I had lusted after him for years.

“Not a damn thing,” I replied, “looks like you found plenty though.”

“Not sure if any of this stuff is haunted or cursed or whatever, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to find out. A bunch have these strange runes and symbols carved into or painted onto them. If nothing else it will be good to decorate the club room with. You checking out those sneakers?” He looked to where my vision was drawn.

I gave an awkward shrug. Gabe knew I was fascinated by anthros and their physiology. I was graduating as a biologist who works primarily with furs instead of humans, afterall. Strange for a human, but not unheard of. Most of us tend to stay in our lane. I’m not sure if he knows that feet and paws turn me on, but my last several boyfriends were all anthros, so he had to know that the sexual desire for them was at least as strong as it was for other humans, if not more so. Some get intimidated by the physical differences between us, knots and fangs and tails and medial rings and hooves and claws and all that, but I found it exciting to explore my lover’s bodies in every capacity.

“I guess. Just kinda’ got curious to see what a canid shoe is like,” I admitted, letting him make the connection between curiosity about my future career rather than one anchored solidly in kink.

“They’re cheap,” Gabe said, inspecting the price scribbled on the tag. He picked them up and looked them over at all angles. Carved into the bottom were a series of strange markings, roughly etched with a dull blade. “Think the old warlock tried to use a spell to make himself a great skateboarder?” Gabe joked.

I chuckled along with him.

“All the money I have on me today is from the club fund. Can’t spend it on me.”

“Look man, I’ll buy them for you as an early graduation gift. Maybe there is something paranormal about them. Doubt it, but if nothing else you can satisfy your curiosity without having to buy a brand new pair, or beg for a used pair from some of the other students like a creep. We’ve been friends for almost twenty years, I can spare a few bucks for some old shoes.”

I smiled broadly, immediately grateful. I tried to not let it show just how excited I was, and limited my profuse thanks to only three repetitions. He handed me the shoes while we continued shopping. I fingered along them, imagining what they would feel like when I got home and tried them on. My head was lost in the clouds fantasizing what it would be like to have such large, wide paws rather than my human feet. I had to stop myself before I got so hard that it was obvious and reached down to adjust my plump cock in my briefs when no one was glancing my way.

We returned to the dorms and carried our boxes of loot inside. We had ended up getting more than we expected, and some of it was actually promising. There was a bit of overlooked equipment for research and recording, and more than a little paranormal paraphernalia. We were ready to set up some cameras recording our finds in the club room later that week, so we could watch around the clock to see if we could secure any proof of otherworldly activity.

Once everything had been carried inside we both plopped down on the dormroom couch to recharge. The shoes rested on the coffee table in front of us, daring me to try them on. I pulled off my own sneakers and set them aside, then lined up my socked foot with the bottom of the used anthro shoe. It would be an awkward fit, but it was long enough if I put most of my toes in one of the toes of the paw and a couple in another. It would probably make my feet incredibly sore to walk around in, though. Still, I couldn’t wait to try them on.

I wriggled one on, then tugged on the other in rapid succession. I took my time lacing each up, to make sure that they fit as perfectly as possible. To my surprise, it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as I had expected. It was fairly nice, although I was sure I would feel stiffness or aches later. I twisted each leg to inspect my feet from all sides. They looked good. They felt...right.

“It’s so weird seeing you with foot-paws, dude!” Gabe said. “You gotta’ check it out in the mirror.”

I agreed and rose to go to our bedroom, where there was a full length mirror hanging on the backside of the door. I looked at myself for a moment. I was a large guy. Not only tall, standing at 6’3”, but chunky as well. I have a naturally solid build and have been working out a lot trying to go from somewhat pudgy to shredded, making me hover in a heavy limbo between muscular and overweight. I’ve got short, straight black hair, and thick-rimmed glasses. Safety had never been a concern of mine and my body was marked with scars of my many dangerous escapades from my youth. I have small, dark brown eyes and a round face with a short, wide nose. My neck is thick and short, making me look like a mountain or a wall. Size runs in the family. Combined with my deep voice and persistent swearing, it made me appear more intimidating than perhaps I should be.

My gaze quickly dropped lower, down past my trunk-like thighs. My legs were covered by my baggy jeans, until you got to where my sock gave way to the shoes. If it weren’t for my plantigrade legs you could almost mistake my feet for belonging to a canine furry. I loved the way the foot-paw shape of the sneaker flared out from my ankle. My cock twitched while I admired them. For the second time that day I adjusted my junk in my underwear so that my partial erection wouldn’t be pressing against my jeans when I returned to the communal room with my friend.

I quickly decided that I’d wear them indoors whenever I could, although I would have to avoid wearing them in public to minimize any curious or dissenting glares. It would not be cool to be caught fetishizing anthros so brazenly. I eventually forced myself away from the mirror and joined Gabe on the sofa. We chatted and joked and played video games for a while. I left the athletic shoes on the entire time, as strangely comfortable as they were, with my feet popped up on the coffee table. Gabe made a joke as we played. It wasn’t even that funny, but I laughed hard. I couldn’t stop. It was full-on tears rolling down my cheeks, head thrown back, barking laughter that left me holding my ribs and gasping for breath. It literally took minutes for me to calm down.

“It wasn’t that hilarious, man,” Gabe said, eying me warily. He had already set down his controller during my fit. He was right. It was hardly worth more than a chuckle, but for some reason it broke me.

“I know. I know,” I replied, puffing, “You just...really sold the delivery, I guess.”

He picked up his controller again and went back to gaming, occasionally shooting me a suspicious sidelong glance. After wasting too much time sitting around the dorm, I needed to get going to the gym for my thrice weekly workout. I had been putting serious effort into getting rid of my excess chub and getting ripped for a while and was starting to see some real results. I didn’t want to backslide by taking a lazy week off. My feet had felt comfortably cradled by the old sneakers for a few hours by that point. It was a shame to have to remove them. It was only after I had untied the laces and slipped them off that the bones and joints in my feet and ankles began to twinge with pain.

They hurt fiercely. It was as if I had just run a mile barefoot over gravel and shattered glass. Maybe the shape of them was damaging my feet without me realizing it and only when my feet were able to rest naturally again did it make itself known. I hissed through my teeth while I rubbed my sore soles and massaged the tense top sides of my feet. I grimaced through the discomfort, but inspecting each appendage didn’t reveal any bruising or anything out of place. I shrugged off the concern of my roommate, and disappeared into the bedroom to grab my gym bag. I made sure that it had my proper sneakers, some clean workout clothes, deodorant and the rest of what I would need packed away and headed out.

I wandered into the locker room and found a vacant locker. I stripped down and opened up my bag to dress. After I tugged on my jockstrap, socks, and shirt I reached for nylon shorts. The canid tennis shoes were beneath them rather than my normal trainers. I would have bet my life savings on the fact that I had left the sneakers in the room with Gabe while I prepared my bag, but I must’ve been so entranced in the joy of the shoes that I thought nothing of slipping them into my sack.

I looked over to the sandals I had worn while driving in. They certainly wouldn’t do for a workout. The paw-shoes were comfortable- at least while they were being worn- and actually intended for something more athletic. I considered leaving, but I had come all that way and paid my entry fee so I didn’t want to waste the trip. The gym was quiet at that time of day, and most people were lost listening to their own podcasts or music while they exercised. I figured that few would notice, fewer would care, and fewer still would bother saying anything about it. 

I hesitated for a moment longer, then put them on. The residual tenderness in my feet rapidly evaporated. I was a bit apprehensive as I strode out onto the gym floor, leery of unwanted judgement, but found I didn’t receive a second glance.

I proceeded to have one of the most intense workouts of my life. I hit a new personal best on reps for both leg-press and bench-press, upped my weight, and then easily hit the same number again. Cardio and core went just as well. I stopped doing sit ups because I grew bored of them rather than because I was exhausted. I planked longer than I had ever done before, and I barely broke a sweat while running a few miles on the treadmill. I was afraid that the shoes would affect my balance, but if anything I felt I had better traction than usual. I almost lost track of time with how serious my exercise was.

When it was all over I confidently strode back into the locker room to shower. I had trouble unlacing the shoes. Everytime I tried, my fingers fumbled with the knots, and I somehow re-tied them multiple times. With some effort I eventually succeeded. My feet immediately throbbed in pain again once they were removed, and I winced with each step I took toward the showers. I had worked up a potent, masculine musk. The smell of it on my jockstrap was intense. My sense of smell felt sharp and precise, and the odor was heady. Almost intoxicating. I fought the newfound, narcissistic urge to hold the sweat damp pouch up to my nose and inhale deeply, and focused my thoughts to avoid popping a boner in the middle of the locker room.

I passed by the long mirror on the wall along the way and caught my reflection. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but without my glasses on my vision was surprisingly in focus. Normally, without them everything was a blurry haze of shapes and colors, but it was almost like I didn’t need glasses at all. I gazed upon my mostly naked body, towel loosely draped around my hips. It seemed like a lot of my extra pudge had melted away. My gym trips must be finally paying off, because there was a bit more muscle definition than I had ever had before, with a bulge to my pecs and biceps, and just a faint trace of a muscular V disappearing into the towel at my groin. Perhaps it was the testosterone from the workout, but my dark dusting of body hair seemed far thicker and more plush than normal.

There was usually only a coarse layer to my arms and legs, as well as my pits and crotch, but other than that, I typically sported a dark, diamond shaped tuft between my nipples and a sparse trail from my navel to my pelvis. Not only did I now have a fuller layer on my chest, but also more hair on my thighs and shoulders and back. I smirked at myself and stepped into the fog of the showers, feeling good except for the pain in my feet. The hot water helped release some of the tension I had built up, and left my shaft and sac hanging low in the steam. Even they felt larger, with my balls hanging heavy in my lax scrotum and my weighty penis dangling limply in front of them.

They were sensitive as I lathered up the velvety skin and I barely contained the urge to fuck my fist in the public shower.

Ravenous from the workout, I grabbed a quick dinner out. It was after dark by the time I returned home to the dorm. The campus lot was horribly lit and what few light poles were there were perpetually burnt or shorted out. I usually used my cell phone flashlight to see, but in spite of the dark everything seemed crisp. I could see, hear, and smell so clearly I almost felt like I had snorted some drugs at some point. I swaggered in to find Gabe on the couch. The empty takeout containers on the table in front of him being the only evidence that he had at some point moved.

“Thought you weren’t wearing those out,” he said, nodding to my feet.

I knew that I had put my sandals back on, but when I looked down the paw-shoes were on my feet, athletic socks bunched up around my ankles above them.

“I...uh...I guess I changed my mind,” I said in a daze, wondering if I had or if there was something strange going on. I looked back up at my friend. He was chilling shirtless, his own socked feet up on the table, fiddling with some of the odds and ends we had bought that morning. The faint, flickering glow of the television illuminated his body. My eyes drifted to where his skin gave way to the boxers that were exposed a couple of inches above his low riding cargo shorts. Then from there down his legs and to his large feet. His socks had enough tightness to them that I could make out all of the curves and nuances of each foot. He unconsciously flexed his toes. I forced away the mental image of those cushioned soles on my face or my junk.

I was exhausted from my intense workout and the day overall, so I said, “...g’night,” to my roommate and retired to our bedroom.

My shoelaces proved an enigmatic challenge again, but I eventually overcame them. I slid the anthros shoes beneath the bed so the tips of the toes just peeked out from beneath the frame. I stripped down to my undershirt and briefs, and plopped my butt on the bed to massage my sore feet again. My mind focused on my friend in the other room, making my dick swell and tent the tight cotton of my underwear. My penis pressed a hard outline against the fabric and leaked a dark, damp splotch into the white cloth. I grabbed it through my underwear and groaned. A good workout always made me at least as horny as it made me tired.

I hooked the elastic of my briefs beneath my scrotum and languidly stroked my plump shaft while I pressed my head back against my pillow. I thrust myself up into my fist, imagining burying my erection in Gabe’s tight hole while he moaned for more. I had a decent cock. It was a respectable seven inches long with solid girth. I was uncut and the head of my dick was always so red it almost looked purple beneath the tan flesh of my foreskin. I throbbed against my palm. It felt even thicker than normal. My thoughts inexplicably drifted to the shoes as I drew closer to orgasm. The fantasy of fucking my best friend was replaced with his feet upon my cock- one socked foot clamped on either side, pointing my tip toward the sneakers. I pictured them so clearly in my mind as I continued to buck my hips.

Gabe’s handsome face was far beneath me. In my imagination I was standing above him, legs splayed, while he was flat on his back with legs up in the air. My heel rested near his chin. He was running his tongue forcibly along the sole of my foot, lapping eagerly at it, then sucked my toes each one at a time. While he worshiped my feet, his cradled my erection. It was the most vivid fantasy that I had ever had, to the point where I almost thought I had nodded off with cock in hand for my friend to come in and see, but the pressure building behind my sac reinforced that I was fully conscious.

I imagined him pausing to seductively peel away his socks before replacing his feet. His soles were soft and agile, slick as though recently massaged with oil. They glided around my cock, edging me closer and closer to the point of no return. He shuddered and moaned as he kissed my feet and wedged his tongue between my toes. 

I dragged myself back to reality just enough to lift the hem of my shirt as I hit climax. I came hard. My shaft pulsed and erupted with thick, viscous ropes of spunk that splattered against my belly. The smell was potent; a sharp, masculine tang that hung in the air. I looked to where I had creamed across my stomach. The fat pearls of cum slowly began to melt and run down my torso. I ran my fingers through the blobs, scooped up some and tasted it. I rarely ate my own cum, but I found myself interested in the flavor. I thrust my fingers into my mouth and slurped it eagerly off of my digits, savoring the salty treat, before going back for seconds. And again and again, until I had eaten it all, including milking out the last remnants of seed inside my penis. Despite my recent climax I had an insatiable sexual desire. I had barely deflated halfway before I stiffened up again. My cock grew harder each beat of my heart. I was ready to blow another hefty load of jizz.

I strongly considered masturbating a second time, but in the end thought better than tempting fate that Gabe would stagger in before I was finished. I didn’t want to suffer through an embarrassing conversation. I reluctantly stuffed my cock back into my underwear and pulled a sheet over myself. I always slept well after a good workout, but that night was different. I had strange dreams that could be best described as vivid, erotic nightmares. They had felt so real that even in the fog of waking up I could feel their sensations across my body. 

I remembered being chased across a barren waste by a cackling hyena. He was impossibly large, and smelled of ash and brimstone. And it was, in fact, a he, for massive sheath and sac hung cumbersomely between its back legs. Bony spines like shattered branches erupted from his joints, and its slobbering fangs, each finger length, glinted in the starlight jutted. They jutted unevenly from about his muzzle. His shovel-like paws, each tipped with razor-edged claws, thundered on the earth behind me, rapidly closing the distance between us. All the while his eyes smoldered with an infernal, crimson light as he fixated on me as his prey.

Just as I was about to be pounced upon, it stopped short and started pacing in a slow, wide circle around me, snarling menacingly. I looked around to see why it had stopped mere meters from me, and saw the thick, muscular coil of an enormous serpent coiling around me while it rose higher and higher. I followed its undulating form up, but instead of only a head at the top, I saw that its body flared out into an athletic torso with powerful arms. Its head retained its spade-shaped, snakelike aesthetic and was shrouded with the patterned scales of a cobra’s hood. Its nostril slits’ subtle movements were the only sign of its breathing. Overall it looked like a larger version of the snake anthros that I had studied for class, albeit some savage, primeval form of one. 

It opened its mouth and flickered its tongue. Only instead of a tongue, it expelled a veiny penis. It moved so fast that barely caught a glimpse of it, but there was no mistaking how the head strained against the taut foreskin upon it. His bladelike pupils glared down at me as he spooled tighter and climbed higher until he formed circular wall of muscle around me. He was naked, and his cloaca spread open to unveil his dual, reptilian phalluses. They slid forth slowly and swelled until they were erect and glistening, each one individually dwarfing my own shaft. They were a shimmering peach in color, wet with oozing pre.

The feral hyena’s shadowy frame loomed behind me. He had also assumed a demonic form of hyena anthro, the silent metamorphosis happening in the blink of an eye when he was momentarily out of my line of sight. His body remained naked. His phallus jutted a foot from his body with a softball sized knot at its base. He reached out and tore my clothes from my body with a swipe of his claws. Strips of fabric shredded cleanly beneath his natural weapon. His paws roamed my body. I wanted to keep looking at him, but the cobra suddenly craned his head downward as if to force a kiss. My lips met his smooth maw and he slithered his cock-tongue into my throat. It was thicker and longer than any guy I had ever sucked off. When it throbbed, I could feel the outline of its veins upon the back of my tongue. I choked on it and gasped for breath. The snake anthro continued to ignore my squirms and whimpers as it leaked runny pre into my mouth.

The serpent's body tightened and immobilized me. He lifted me several inches from the ground. The hyena fur lapped at the soles of my exposed feet. His tongue was ruff, wet, and strong. It massaged the erogenous zones on the bottom of my feet. My fretful whines turned to moans. I was lost in a limbo between fear and arousal.

Then I noticed him. The intimidating wolf whose estate I bought the shoes from. He sneered at me in the distance with his stately suit and tie. His eyes flashed like they were reflecting lightning, and he smirked as he mouthed something. I couldn’t hear what he said over my own noises of terror and ecstacy. I awoke in shock and sat bolt upright, knocking over the glass of water I kept by my bedside. 

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath as I swung my legs over the side of the mattress and looked down. My briefs were soaked, and sticky with warm cum. My sensitive erection still thrummed, pulsing against the stained fabric as it oozed forth that last vestiges of my ejaculation. I pulled out the elastic waistband. Thick strands of semen connected the damp cotton to the jizz still leaking from beneath my foreskin. Despite the nightmarescape I was in, I had a wet dream. It was the first one since I was a kid and entered the throes of puberty. 

I peered over to Gabe’s bed to make sure I hadn’t woken him in my humiliating state. As I expected, he continued to snooze. He had once somehow managed to fall asleep with death metal screaming through his headphones. 

The bright light of morning filtered in through the blinds and I realized that I hadn’t set my alarm. I swore again and decided I would shower before I started worrying about being late for class. I hurriedly changed into something presentable to head to the shower in and grabbed a towel. When I got beneath the spray of water it felt strange against my skin. As I lathered up, I perceived a scaly patch of skin on my wrist and wondered if I had developed a rash of some sort from the machines at the gym. There were a couple other rough spots, but they were few and far in between, mostly on my arms from the elbow down, my back along my spine, and my neck. I tried my best to ignore any irritation from them and made a mental note to buy lotion later.

I ended up having an off morning overall. My tongue felt thick and heavy in my mouth, and my usually dark body hair took on almost a reddish hue. My muscles had retained their post-workout swelling from the previous evening, at least, which was a small comfort on an otherwise awkward day thus far.

I attended classes, and received odd glances throughout the day. It wasn’t until I was wandering back to my dorm for a break that I realized I had unwittingly worn the anthro shoes. I groaned to myself, wondering how weird I looked wearing something so obviously not meant for me. Maybe, I mused, I could spin it as a professional curiosity or even class project given my field of study.

I had trouble removing them again. I would untie the laces entirely only to find that my fingers had somehow looped another knot in them before I could get them off. As oversized as they were, I struggled to merely slip them off either. It took the better part of half an hour to extricate myself.

The rest of the week continued in the same fashion. I had the recurring strange dream that hovered between horror and enticing, and ended up cumming into my underwear almost nightly. I spent more and more time at the gym to take my mind off of things, and was getting more comfortable wearing the canid shoes after having accidentally worn them out and about a few times.

It was exactly a week after I had first put them on that I ended up having a significant problem. I came home from my workout after having worn them like normal for the previous seven days and found that I couldn’t take them off at all. It wasn’t the laces this time, they were completely undone with ease. I simply couldn’t get my foot to budge from the shoe. It was as if it were fused with it. I was past experiencing any pain or discomfort, so I wasn’t worried in the physical sense. My biology and medicine training had taught me any dangerous signs and I wasn’t experiencing anything of the sort. I also had only removed them and put them back on to shower at the gym less than an hour before so they likely hadn’t swollen to fit the interior of the sneakers in that time. 

Maybe someone had pranked me by pouring some sort of glue in them? Baffled, I yanked and pulled in every way I could imagine to no avail.

As I tugged, I saw that there were more scratches along the outer edges of the rubber soles of the shoes than just the runes we had spotted before. I had chalked up these extra scuffs to wear and tear before, but now they were deep and visible- purposefully imprinted. The strange symbols resembled the other glyphs on the bottom that Gabe had pointed out. The dirt that had collected in them was a damp, clay red, and so glossy it was almost reflective. I wondered when I had walked through such terrain. I had been careful where I put my feet while knowingly wearing them, wanting my treasure to last as long as possible.

Gabe was still out for the evening, but I needed to get to bed. I couldn’t go to a hospital for shoes stuck to my feet, that would be a waste of a tremendous amount of time and money if I wasn’t laughed out of the patient's intake. I didn’t want to cut them off either. I had grown too attached to them  to purposely damage them. I decided I would just go to bed wearing them and figure out what to do about taking them off in the morning.

I crawled into bed, mildly annoyed I couldn’t take off my jeans over the sneakers, but- once I took off my shirt- was still comfortable enough to doze off.

The nightmare came again, stronger and more intense than ever before. Each sensation felt real and resonated throughout my entire body. This time it didn’t end when I saw the smug lupine staring at me while his eyes crackled with eldritch power. His demonic anthro minions continued to hold me captive and sexually torment as he approached closer. He moved casually and carried an ornamental cane topped with a silver crescent moon. It didn't seem that he needed its assistance for walking, but clutched it covetously nonetheless. He stroked my cheek with the back of his paw.

“I may have hexed my possessions, but you’ve willingly given yourself to the curse. You took what was mine. In return you will soon enough belong to my more precious collection. These beasts will be your unmaking as surely as they become part of you,” he stated, staring into my eyes as I felt a searing heat flash through my body. 

I couldn’t respond, instead choking around the cock-tongue throbbing in my throat.

The cobra and hyena demons suddenly ceased shoving their penis-like tentacle tongue down my throat and stopped slurping at my toes respectively. They shimmered and stretched like they were made of sentient plumes of smoke. I inhaled wisps of the amorphous haze and felt a burning inside of me. The infernal, smoky shadows that once were the duo entered me as I gasped, able to breathe freely again. I woke up, but the pain in my chest didn’t end. I looked down and saw that runes on my shoes were glowing a fiery red in the darkness of night. Despite the discomfort I forced myself upright and reached for my feet. My muscles ached, protesting like I had just completed a triathlon without even bothering to stretch first. Still, I persisted.

I tried pulling off the shoes again, but my hands were distorted. My fingers seemed fatter and shorter, and my palms and fingers had morphed into the shape of animalistic paws. I gawked as I could see my flesh ripple and twist, slowly melding into a new form. I fell backward onto my bed, hyperventilating. I inspected my body. My body hair had grown substantially more plush in the night, resembling more of a pelt than human hair and still in the process of thickening before my eyes to a full, bristling coat. My chest and abdomen down to my groin on the other hand were completely smooth and hairless. They had taken on a serpent scale-like texture, as if I were a reptilian anthro.The scales were tarnished bronze in color and my body fur was crimson spotted with midnight black. 

My eyes widened. What was happening to me!?

There was a searing pain in my neck, just to either side of my spine and reaching up behind my ears and scalp. I reached up to massage the ache and noticed an elongating, thick curve of armor-like scales, similar to the hood of a cobra, flaring out on both sides of my skull. My hands had turned into lizard talons by this point. Onyx claws burst forth from where my fingernails once were. My muscles bulged and flexed and grew. I felt taller, stronger, and more powerful. A sense of dominance slowly replaced the pain and fear. The seed of hedonism was planted deep in my subconscious and grew like a tenacious weed. My swelling musculature caused my jeans and underwear to fit uncomfortably tight. My quads started to tear the denim as I flexed my legs. I tore into them and ripped the tattered remains off my body in one easy motion, then did the same with my briefs. 

My dick had grown larger too. Hanging flaccidly, it already surpassed my previous respectable length and girth. It hung limp in front of a hefty sac filled with, I realized, not one but two sets of heavy testicles. There was a painful series of pops and clicks going down my back to the top of my cleft. At the base of my spine I spouted a tail. I shuddered as the new bones formed and knit together beneath the scaled flesh that, before long, started to drag on the carpet behind me.

My feet underwent the most exquisite change. They were still hidden beneath the canvas top of the sneakers, but every slight adjustment of their composition sent waves of pleasure through me. Toes melted together, perfectly fitting inside of the shoes. My human arches flattened. Paw-pads were forced into being across my soles, lighting up my nerve endings with nearly orgasmic bliss. My knees warped, twisting until I had haunches more appropriate for digitigrade paws. Not a thought in my mind was spared to whatever horrors my legs were going through- I was enraptured by every sensation from the ankle down. I could feel the splayed toes within the cushioned confines of the sneakers. When I flexed my new paw, claws extended and retracted, catching on the fabric of my socks.

My face felt strange, as if it were clay being reshaped by the invisible hands of an artist. I stood and staggered over to a mirror to get a better look at myself. I realized that my eyesight was so clear and sharp that I didn’t even need to click on a light or find my glasses. I couldn’t believe what I saw in my reflection.

I was no longer myself. Frankie, the human, was gone and Frankie, the beast, was all that remained. My head was that of an anthro hyena’s, but with a pair of dripping snake fangs jutting out of my muzzle down past my chin. Behind my pointed ears was a cobra’s hood. There was a scaly streak of spines going down the center of my back to a thick, lashing, lizard tail. I was muscular like a bodybuilder. My body fat was nearly nothing. I had a column of nipples in a vertical line where either one should be that shrank in size as they curved into the musculature of my groin. The only things I was still wearing were the socks and shoes. I wiggled my toes, which now fit snugly within the sneakers and moaned softly. It was an evocative sensation to feel them against my paws.

My cock plumped at the sensation, and I understood the feeling to be more akin to stroking myself than anything else. I looked down to see myself oozing a slimy trail of pre from my tip. I should have been calling a hospital to take a look at me, but the idea almost made me bark with manic laughter that I had to work to contain. Instead of being afraid or nervous, I was aggressively aroused and felt compelled to satiate my lust.

Gabe stretched in his sleep, then rolled over. That gorgeous southern boy would submit to me.

I felt power scintillate through me, an unspoken essence that I could control through intuition alone. I opened my mouth to lick my muzzle, but found that it wasn’t a tongue that slid from my maw, but a long, thick cock. I could feel the caress of my mouth upon it. I extended it further and further to see how far it could go and how much control I had over its undulating explorations. I sensed with a shudder of pleasure each object that it grazed past as it writhed. It was an uncircumcised cock very much resembling my own penis, with the exception of its mythic length. Even when several feet long, I could control its contortions through the air. It swelled and pulsed like it was half hard and eager for attention. The bronze flesh was veiny with a scarlet mushroom crown pressing out against the taut foreskin. I wrapped a paw around it and received pleasure just as if it were the maleness affixed between my legs.

I flexed. My tensed muscles bulged. I stalked over to Gabe’s bed. He finally fidgeted a bit when I loomed over him, exuding my influence, but continued to snore. I tore off his sheet and saw him lying there in only his boxers, the fabric bunched up along his upper thigh to reveal the tone underside of one buttock. His nocturnal erection strained against the cloth of his underwear. He blinked groggily up at me then startled fully awake. He tried to scramble back on the bed and opened his mouth the holler for help, but before he could eke out a word I clamped my talon over his mouth to muffle his screams.

I could smell his fear and discovered that I liked the strange scent. The pheromones that were too subtle for my former, weak human senses to detect were palpable to me. I intensified the potency of his terror for an instant by opening up my muzzle and letting my penis-tentacle-tongue slither forth again. It coiled a looping path between us (including a pass around each of his feet), and drew near his cheek. A bead of pre glistened at its tip like saliva before dripping down onto his collarbone. He quaked but firmly set his jaw. I had to respect that when cornered and outmatched he would be willing to put up a fight with a demonic intruder armed with nothing more than his underwear.

“It’s me,” I leveled. My voice still sounded somewhat like my own, but in a deeper, more resonant register and undercut with a sound reminiscent of grinding stones. 

He transitioned slowly from terrified to confused and suspicious. His eyes roamed over my hellish visage and settled on my sneakers for a few seconds before returning to my face. It didn’t escape my notice, with my new, heightened senses, that his pupils lingered on my thick cock and dual set of testes for longer than need be.

“...Frankie!? The fuck happened to you?”

I stared at him, trying to decide for myself. I had felt strange all week. Stronger, sharper senses. The uncontrollable laughter. More. It had all begun when we went to the estate sale of that occultist, shopping for paranormal paraphernalia. Gabe came to the same conclusion at the same time. His eyes flickered once again down to my socks and sneakers, the only stitch of clothing I wore.

“The shoes…?”

I nodded. Curiosity had restrained my lust thus far, but I could feel the aggression raging inside of me, champing at the bit to break free and have my way with my roommate. 

“There’s got to be some sort of logical explanation for this,” Gabe said, as much to himself as to me. He inched backward, obviously still frightened of my primal physique. I basked in the terror and submission. It was interesting to see him wrack his brain for a scientific reason behind my transformation. We spent most of our weekends staying in haunted hotels or exploring graveyards trying to prove the existence of forces beyond our control and understanding, and when shown the very evidence that we sought, he retreats to refusing to accept it.

“Don’t worry about that now,” I rumbled, reaching out another talon and pressing it against his chest. I traced my claw up to the hollow of his throat. It was clammy with anxious sweat.

His mind is fragile and weak. Break him and make him ours!

I have no idea where the thought came from. It resonated from the deep, dark corners of my mind. A primordial place. I willed him to give into my baser desires. To worship my muscles, my penis, my foot-paws. To beg me for the privilege of being speared on my cock. The idea made me plump again. I could smell my own aroused scent, like the sharp glint of blood in the air. I saw Gabe twitch. He didn’t consciously register it, but felt its pull deep within his loins. He shivered, and I saw the thin fabric of his boxer shorts shift with the twitching of his hardness. I was surprised the button of his fly hadn’t burst off. 

I let the claws I had on his chest glide lower again, and smirked at him. I had found the confidence to finally express my desire for him. Maybe it was because he couldn’t refuse.

“I have always wanted to be with you,” I confessed, leaning in and closing the distance between us. His bed creaked as I rested a knee on it. It struggled to accept my heavy form.

His body shuddered and slackened.

“Yeah?” He asked. The quiver in his voice, which had come from delicious terror, now stemmed from carnal need. It was good to see that my new body was enticing to him. I slowly hooked my talons into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down with ease. He lifted his ass so the boxers could come off and I revelled in his naked form. He was a statuesque young man- the kind ancient cultures would build monuments of. He had a dusting of freckles matching his face across his shoulders. His erect cock laid heavy against his thigh. The skin of his most intimate parts was scarcely paler than the rest of his flesh. His habit of skinny dipping at every opportunity had served him well.

Gabe’s shaft was befitting of his form. Larger than average and uncircumcised. When I had a human body I kept my junk shaved smooth, or at least trimmed when I couldn’t be bothered with the full upkeep, but he proudly wore his natural, dirty-blond bush. I could smell the musky sweat and pheromones emanating from it. They would have been imperceptible to my human senses, but in my new form I could taste the wanton need wafting from it. I could tell that he had pleasured himself only hours before, but his swelling cock told me he had plenty of spunk in reserve.

I set one sneaker onto the bed next to his hip and let the other rest on the floor. I placed a palm against the wall above and behind Gabe. My erection was level with his lips. It jumped, aching with desire. He looked at it, curiously enticed by its size and smell. While he had known I was gay since we were kids, he had only ever been with women, and had never seemed particularly interested in men at all, but as he cautiously lifted a hand and closed his fist around my length I could intuit the deep, burning curiosity within him. He had always wanted to know what it would be like if I took charge and dominated him. He had never tried sex with another male, but he wanted it to be unrestrained and rough. 

I was eager to make that a reality.

I rasped a throaty moan as he slowly started stroking me. He peeled back my foreskin and stretched it around my massive glans, then slid it back up again. He seemed mesmerized by my cock. I thrust forward my hips a little bit more until my tip barely touched his lips. He flickered his tongue across them. His moist member briefly teased the crown of my erection. He kissed it, tentatively at first. Gingerly. It was something he had never experienced, but getting a taste, he did so again more fervently. He made out with the tip of my shaft soon enough, rolling his tongue in the sensitive fold between my apex and my foreskin while wrapping his lips around the tip and suckling. Once he began to bob I knew he was a natural. I tangled my claws through his hair.

I let him explore my penis for several minutes. I occasionally tensed or moaned to let him know what a good job he was doing servicing me, if he couldn’t tell by me jetting endless spurts of pre into his mouth. He savored the flavor and swallowed it all without hesitation. He was completely rigid. His thrumming cock was flushed as red as his cheeks and chest- a scarlet haze of lust over his skin. It leaked a river of precum, filling the air with his heady scent. His toes flexed rhythmically and he rubbed the soles of his feet together as he worked. It was more than an idle habit. His feet were soft and beautiful. They were well cared for, regularly treated with a pumice stone and my nose detected a hint of tea tree oil and mint. People who treated their feet so well only did so for one reason.

I extended my cock-tongue and wriggled it near his feet, dribbling precum across them. He fidgeted as it slicked his toes. I used it to prod at his feet, gliding between his cupped arches, while he sucked on the shaft I had buried in his throat. He shivered as I throbbed against the velvet skin of the bottom of his feet. I pried his toes apart as I forced my tongue to slither between them.

Eventually, I pulled away, breathing raggedly. I didn’t want to shoot my load down his gullet. I wanted to rut him rough and raw, and spunk deep within him. I slurped my second penis back into my muzzle with a seductive leer. I lifted my foot-paw from the bed next to his rump and held it up before his chest. He looked at the splayed toes of the shoe then up to my smoldering eyes. An ambitious smile played at the edge of his lips. He slowly unlaced the sneaker with an erotic elagance to his movements. He then grabbed it firmly at heel and toe tip and tugged it free. Now that my transformation had completed it came off for him with ease. My socks had morphed along with my body to perfectly fit within the shoe, with a separate pocket for each toe.

Gabe curled his fingers into the elastic and wiggled it loose. He helped by biting into the sock near the tip of my toe-claw and tugging with a jerk of his neck.

My foot-paws were identical to those of the demonic hyena anthro: Large, red and black furred canid paws with a distinctly infernal quality about them. I spread my animalistic toes expectantly. He held the paw on either side, seizing it like a treasure, before massaging my plush paw-pads with his thumbs. I moaned with rapture. It was far better than a blowjob. The pleasure was immeasurable. He rubbed his smooth cheek against my paw pads, then, with a quick implish glance up to my face, gave it a lick. I huffed as his tongue sailed across my sole. He used it to delve between my toes and suckled each one, groaning around the digits in order. I relished the dual gratification of both being physically pleasured and also of having someone enjoy subserviently worshiping my feet. After a long while of licking and teasing my foot, he pressed it hard against his cheek and closed his eyes. One of his hands moved down to his trembling erection. He fondled it lightly, as if unsure if he was allowed to touch himself or perhaps self-conscious at openly submitting to his friend.

“Your paws are so hot, Frankie,” he admitted. “I’ve been curious to try...things with you. You were the only guy I’ve ever been attracted to. I've dreamed of this-” he paused and uttered a nervous laugh- “maybe not exactly this. I still have no fucking idea what’s going on, but of having you take charge like this for so long.”

Gabe brought my foot-paw lower to his crotch and started to thrust his erection between my saliva-damp toes with gasp. His bucking picked up rapidly. Within seconds he was eagerly fucking my paw. I didn’t allow him to continue for long. As much as I enjoyed it, the lust bubbling inside me threatened to fully boil over any second. I grabbed his calves and flipped him onto his back on the mattress then held his legs up and apart. His body was prone and helplessly exposed before me.

My tentacle-like tongue-penis flitted out and down toward his aperture. I pressed the crown of it against his hole. He moaned as the tip, wet with an endless ooze of precum, stretched him as it attempted to enter. My cock head was wide and swollen, and had to force itself inside with a steady pressure. Its slick flesh was more fluid and yielding than a normal phallus, useful for contorting through the air, but firm enough that the southern boy still writhed and whimpered as it worked its way in.

Once my tongue was buried within him, I let it explore him deeper. I allowed it to plunge its way in, inch after inch. How deep I ultimately went, I will never truly know. I was too lost in the heat of the moment to pay attention. He clamped down around the intrusion, making me ooze gushes of pre into him. When I finally withdrew, he groaned and arched his back, wanting more. I wrapped my prehensile tongue around his ankles and used it as a form of bondage. The tip of my cock-tongue was a few feet past the coiled length and leaked over his handsome face. It damped stray wisps of his mussed-up hair.

I looked across the room to my nightstand, thinking of the bottle of lube I had stashed there. I summoned it to me through want alone. The drawer rattled open. As if I had thrown forth an invisible tendril of will and flicked it back to me, the bottle inside was plucked up and sailed through the air to my palm. I squeezed a generous amount into my talon and greased up my hardness with a series of wet slaps, then tossed the container aside.

I hunched over him and lined up my tip with his virgin pucker. My cock glistened.

I bucked my hips forward and impaled him on my thick length. Gabe winced and bit his lip as the first half of my shaft entered his ass. He clamped down around the intrusion, nearly sending me into a mating frenzy. I stayed still for a moment as he sucked in air through his teeth, letting him have a brief reprieve to get used to my new form’s impressive girth. Before he was fully ready, however, I jerked the rest of the way. Gabe howled out a moan, one that started as pain and ended in ecstasy. The heat gripping my penis was intense. I had wanted to fuck Gabe since I could first pleasure myself, and here he was, at my mercy and submitting to my every whim.

I wasted no time in pulling out until only my glans remained within him and thrust back in again. I buried myself over and over into his perfect ass, claiming the prize that I had wanted for so long. I didn’t just fuck him; I rutted like a feral creature driven on instinct and desire. He cried out and groaned in bliss. His own erection stood as a solid testament to how much he was enjoying himself. Even if I had used a spark of my newfound demonic influence to make him embrace the wanton desire, I decided that I should give him some sort of reward for yielding to me so fully and willingly.

As I ground my pelvis against his backside, I felt arcane energy well up inside of me. My breathing intensified. Gabe’s was equally rapid and uneven. We could both feel the strange, gathering energy weaving invisibly around us. I rested my jaw against his captive foot, and eclipsed the starlight from the window with my flaring cobra hood as I screwed him with an unforgiving tenacity. Gabe’s toes flexed in time with his face scrunching up. His feet were smooth and soft against my fur. Just as I approached orgasm the eldritch power began to take hold. While I was still hilting myself within him, his body began a transformation not dissimilar to my own recent change.

His athletic torso swelled and spread, morphing into something more beefy and muscular. His toned physique became more like a strongman’s muscle-gut. His biceps and quads expanded. His body hair thickened until it became a shaggy pelt, rapidly engulfing his form with monochrome fur. His face distorted into a savage, badger muzzle with razor sharp teeth protruding up from his lower jaw on either side of his snout. His knife ears folded back. His hands and feet became overly wide paws with soft paw pads and enormous claws. I felt them against my face as they changed, joints and tendons popping into a more perfect orientation. The bed groaned again under our combined weight. In addition to his heavier build, he gained at least a foot of height. 

His voice rumbled from deep in his chest like a gathering stormcloud.

“What’s happening?” He snarled, still lost in the haze of pleasure from my persistent thrusts.

“You’re becoming like me,” I told him, omitting that he was unwittingly entering a pact to become my thrall and sex slave. He seemed to voluntarily fill the role, but I would exert my authority over him if needed. Gabe would worship and lick my paws until I came on or in him everyday from then on out. He would be violated in every imaginable way and still plead for more.

I gave a few more powerful thrusts of my hyena haunches until my two sets of testicles tightened along with my abdomen. My muscles flexed and corded as I climaxed within him. I pressed my pelvis against his newly furry rump and unleashed the largest load of spunk of my life into him while snarling uncontrollably. My body spasmed violently, but he moaned as I pulsed within him, massive cock throbbing and spraying seed. Soon my cum was leaking out around my pulsing rod. We heaved in unison from the exertion, but I mercifully held up my foot-paw to his muzzle so he could continue to lick its underside and suck my toes as he grasped his own turgid erection.

He barely had to pump it at all before he splattered a load of opalescent semen across his black and white belly. It seeped into his fur. The scent was overpowering.

We gazed at each other. As he stared into my eyes I could feel any resolve he had left softening. He was becoming completely malleable to my whims. On some deep, internal level, he wanted to obey me. He wanted to be my eternal servant. This seed of desire I had planted in his mind blossomed into a base need as he floated in the afterglow of both his orgasm and the transformation. I collapsed on top of him, my energy spent.

The magic that had worked on me tugged at my own mind, pulling me toward the mansion where I had bought the shoes without warning. I didn’t know why, but I felt I should at least go check out what compelled me to revisit the place. I glanced in the direction I instinctively knew led to the lupine’s mansion. Gabe did too. He felt the same tug on his spirit.

After several minutes in a heavy, tangled mass, we rose and looked for any clothes we had loose enough to fit our enlarged and muscular forms. It was a challenge, but we succeeded in concealing out nakedness beneath gym sweats after cutting holes for tails. I put on the sneakers again, but Gabe had to go with bare paws.

We exited the dorm. Immediately, one of our friends from a few doors down saw us in the hallway. He didn’t bat an eye at our infernal appearance and waved with a friendly smile.

“Frankie! Gabe! What’s up, guys?”

We looked at each other, confused. How did he recognize us as us, and not a pair of random anthros leaving our dorm?

“Notice anything different?” I asked, spreading my arm, completely bewildered.

“You dye your fur or something? Sorry man, whatever it was I’m not getting it. Anyway, it’s late and I should be getting to bed.”

He entered his own dorm room. Whatever had happened to transform us seemed to exert some fog over the minds of others, so that they didn’t notice the change. There was another pull toward the manor in my mind. Like a mental beacon it strobed and beckoned, refusing to be ignored. We left the building in search of answers.

In search of the wolf.