Change Trains 

Silver Sheep

Greg was rushing through the busy train station. He was on his way home and if he didn’t hurry he would miss the last train of the night. For some reason, after work, he had lingered in the city like he was in a daze. He couldn’t remember the past few hours. He put it down to tiredness and his long work day. As he rushed down the underground passageway that connected the different platforms he couldn’t help but notice the odd looks the strangers were giving him.

As he passed a mother and her infant daughter the mother pulled her daughter close and gave Greg the blackest of looks. He didn’t have time to stop and ask what her problem was so he kept going. The people in the passageway instead of ignoring him like most people do in the city. Were giving him weird looks. Many arched their eyebrows in seeming amusement while others openly gawked at him.

Greg was feeling self-conscious with all this attention. Was his fly undone? He reached down discreetly making it look like he was adjusting his belt. He felt with his fingertip for the zipper of his fly. He found that his fly was closed. It wasn’t that, thankfully. He increased his pace to a jog and he weaved through the crowded passageway.

He bumped into a well-dressed office worker as he was rounding a corner.

“Excuse me.” Greg said.

The other man scowled and muttered “Fucking degenerate.”

What were people's problems tonight? Greg took off ignoring the rudeness of the other. He was almost there he ran down several flights of stairs going down deeper and deeper underground. It was around five flights of stairs in total. Soon he saw the door that went out onto the platform. The platform was empty in contrast to the overall bustle of the train station.

Greg's heart sunk as he looked up at the information display. He had missed his train by five minutes. The last train of the night. The next train service was in six hours time. He would have to spend money on a hefty cab fare or spend the night in the train station.

He walked down the station platform towards the escalators. He was greeted by a locked metal grate. He looked up through the grate. The escalators we still and the way up was only dimly lit by emergency lights. This was strange they were working on his way to work this morning.

He turned around to go back the way he had come. There was a figure leaning against the gleaming white tiles that covered the walls. Greg frowned. It was one of those beasts the so-called anthros that had been popping up recently. Sad individuals that couldn’t hack it in the real world and chose to be altered into freaks. Greg didn’t like them one bit.

This creature was a fox morph instead of the natural russet fur of a real fox this creature had gone with bright pink and white colours. It can’t, It can’t be the same one? Greg’s chest tightened. It was the same creature. He hadn't recognized him sooner because he was now shitless unlike at the cafe. He was wearing the same brown slacks so it was definitely him. He had shooed away the creature from the cafe where he worked as a waiter. Why did it have to be him?

His boss had backed him up in getting the pink fox freak to leave. It wasn’t his fault that he didn't get the hint that he wasn’t welcome when he ignored him sitting at the table. Maybe pointing to the pet bowl used for the other patron’s pets and telling him that's the only water he would bring to his table had not been the best of ideas. It just went downhill from there.

This wasn’t good. Alone with a freak with a grudge against him. Had he followed him here? He didn’t see him as he had walked down the platform so he must have. Was he going to start something? These degenerates had feeble minds and could be dangerous. He would make a run for it if it made to attack him.

The fox-like creature turned to look in his direction. His icy blue eyes simmered with rage. Greg had to get the fuck out of he now. With the escalators blocked off, he had to walk past the creature to get back to the stairs. He kept his eyes forward and swiftly walked past the creature. Greg looked at his shadow on the tiled floor to check if the creature was coming up behind him. He only saw his own shadow.

The human flinched at a sudden noise. The fox morph had wolf-whistled at him. Greg turned to face the creature.

The creature bore an amused expression that did little to comfort the human. “Aren't you a sexy thing in that harness.” the fox morph said.

Greg had expected the creature to insult him or make a threat but not to comment on a harness. What harness? That made no sense at all. Suddenly Greg felt that something was wrapped around his chest. He looked down to see what it was. His heart skipped a beat.

Over his work shirt were the bright red nylon straps of a full body harness. At his chest were four chromed metal buckles connecting straps secured to his chest via an O shaped ring. A further two buckles connected a strap going around his abdomen that attached to a second O shaped ring. The two O rings were connected together by a single red nylon strap at his front. In addition, the central strap had a D shaped rig fitted ready for a leash.

No wonder he was getting black looks from people he was wearing fetish wear in public. What made it scary was the fact that he hadn't noticed the hug of a harness until just now. How did he not know that he was wearing this? When did he put this on! Why was he in a harness! His questions were not about to be answered.

Greg knew one thing for sure that he had to get away from this beast. He fumbled with the buckles of his harness undoing them until he was free. The harness clattered loudly on the platform tiles as it was flung from his body. He rushed down the platform to the stairs and tore up them. He climbed the flights of stairs huffing and panting as he leapt up to the main concourse away from the pink and white monstrosity.

He burst through the double doors and out onto a platform? This wasn’t right he should have been in the main concourse not back at a platform. He went up the stairs and there wasn’t a platform above, only the way out.

“I’m afraid you missed your train. Not that it had tracks to run on.” Came a voice.

Greg turned to face the sound. It was the creature he was pointing to the rail bed with a white hand paw that was tipped with black claws all the while not taking those blue eyes off Greg.

Greg peered off the edge of the platform. Down in the train tunnel where train tracks should have been was nothing just bare concrete. There were no rails! Greg turned around and headed back up the stairs running even faster this time. He was sputtering and panting as he pushed himself up flight after flight. Finally the top doors. He shoved them open and threw himself through.

What? He was back on the same platform. The creature, the pink and white fox was seated on a station branch holding the red harness fiddling with the buckles. The fox morph looked up and narrowed his icy blue eyes at Greg. Greg’s chest tightened. What he had thought of as a ridiculous colour scheme in the daylight was something completely different in the station deep underground.

“You left your harness behind, runt. In such a rush to go nowhere.” said the fox in a callous tone.

Greg turned back to the doorway. The doorway had disappeared. He had just come through but instead of a doorway, there was a wall of unbroken white tiles. Something was very wrong. A wave of terror shot up his spine. Not believing his own eyes he pressed against the tiles. It was an unyielding tiled wall. It didn’t move at all it was solid concrete and tile.

An inhuman snarl ripped through the silence. Greg turned to look towards the source of the noise. The fox morph was showing its fangs and sharp canine teeth. Greg backed away putting some distance between him and the creature. 

“You won’t escape.” the creature snickered.

Greg couldn't pull his gaze away from the icy blue eyes that stared at him with such intense emotion. Strangely he felt heavy. This had to be a nightmare he had fallen asleep on the way home but he didn’t wake up he was still here. Still staring into those eyes. Those eyes were not normal something was strange about them. They were almost glowing. 

“Stop.” the fox said. 

Greg stopped in place. His body was frozen he willed himself to move but his body didn’t respond. He didn't want to stop he wanted to get away from this creature. He wanted to be back home. 

“Strip.” said the fox. 

The human shivered. Greg didn't know what had come over him he suddenly felt the urge to undress. He resisted this strange urge but his normally comfortable work clothes began to feel restricted as if they were too tight. He was finding it hard to breathe. 

He took his shaking hands and began to unbutton his shirt. His work shirt was wet with his sweat. Soon he slipped it off his back and onto the ground. He could not fight against his urge to obey this fox. He turned to the creature. The fox morph was slowly walking towards him. 

Greg unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down around his feet. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his discarded pants and shoes. Again he turned his head towards the advancing creature. He was closer now he was carrying the red harness in his paw like hands. He could hear the clicks that the creature's foot claws made on the white tiles of the station platform. 

Greg reached down and took off first his left sock and then his right. He was stalling the strange urge to follow the fox morph’s command wasn't satisfied yet. The human pulled down his underwear and pulled them free from his body. He covered his manhood from the creature's gaze. 

The pink and white furred creature was close now. Greg flinched as the fox morph stopped just in front of him. The creature just glared at him. Greg wanted so badly to look away from his glaring gaze it was so intense, so commanding. He trembled he could feel his sweaty body begin to cool in the air.

After what felt like an eternity the fox spoke. “Call me a pink poof now!” he said. 

Greg stayed silent. Flinching at the sound of the fox’s voice. Greg wanted to hide but all he could do was stand frozen in place.

The fox walked around stopping behind the human. Greg flinched as he felt the hand paws brush down his back. The black paw pads felt strange as they caressed his back. One of the hand paws came up to his chest. Greg flinched again as his right nipple was pinched by the fox. Greg couldn’t move his own hands at all they were by his sides. 

Greg felt the hot breath of the fox morph brush over his ear. The human felt something warm and wet brush over his ear. The fox’s flexible canine tongue lapped his ear. Lick after lick. The tongue slurped over his ear. Greg froze and clenched his eyes shut. The fox’s rubbery paw pads were exploring his body sweeping against his exposed skin. 

“Have you ever had a fox cock before I think you'd adore them?” the fox breathed into Greg's ear. 

“Please don't! I’m sorry.” Greg pleaded. His voice almost a sob. 

“It's much too late for that. Too late for sorry.” the fox growled into the human's ear. “You don't deserve my red rocket. I have something else in mind.” the fox added.

Greg let out a whimper.

The fox morph draped the straps of the harness over Greg’s shoulders. He came around to face the human.

“I’m going to put on your harness again. This time it’s not coming off until I say so.” said the creature.

The creature’s adept paws snapped the first buckle shut. The creature’s soft fur and warm paw pads felt strangely soothing as they tugged the next set of straps together. Another metallic snap echoed on the platform. Something was wrong he should be running from this creature or fighting it not just standing here letting it strap him into a harness.

Greg felt the fox morph brush his soft hand paws over his chest. The creature stared into his eyes. The icy blue eyes bore into his soul they were so commanding. Greg felt his mind grow heavy, he couldn’t look away. His shaky breathing began to slow. Greg felt his hands move on their own they reached for the creature’s hand paws. He gently took ahold of those soft wonderful paws and guided them to the next set of buckles. The fox smiled showing off his perfect white teeth. What a superior creature. How could he had not of noticed that before?

“Look at you. All eager now, hmm? Just a soft mind now, soft like my fur, soft as your fur as it begins to sprout. Tufted, tufts of soft fur.” said the fox. He voice was soft now none of the anger was left.

Tufts of fur were sprouting from Greg’s bare skin. This didn’t worry the human why should it just tuffs of lush blue fur thickening right before his eyes. In fact, the human started to giggle at the strange sensation. Greg loved how his new coat of fur felt. The fox fastened the rest of the buckles of Greg’s harness as more fur grew out from the human’s skin.

“That’s better, much better to be in your harness. A loving hug, a hug that doesn't end, an inescapable hug.” said the fox. The fox took the changing human's hands into his hand paws. “Look at those hands they don’t suit a husky like you at all. Paws, well paws are just so much better. Paws, pause those thoughts. Paws are just what a husky needs.” continued the fox.

Paws, a husky? He wasn’t a husky. Greg looked down at his arms. His arms were covered in thick blue fur. Greg was wrong he was a husky but he still had hands and not hand paws. He needed hand paws like the fox, hand paws with rubbery paw pads and claws. He had the fur he just needed to think. No pulse his thoughts. Paws, husky paws. He needed husky paws.

The fox let go of Greg’s hands. The bones shifted inside of the changing human’s hands shifting and shaping. The fur on his fingertips parted as paw pads began to grow. His nails rounded into thicker canine claws. His paw pads were golden in colour. He was getting one for each finger and a palm pad too. His changing hands didn’t hurt although he felt the sensation of pins and needles as the nerves reconfigured themselves.

After some more time the paws, his paws felt like he had always had them. Of course, he always had them he was a husky after all. Well, perhaps a husky in training. He opened and closed his hand paws. He ran them through his thickening coat. He was nice and toasty now that his fur had thickened into a full coat. What a lovely harness he had on; husky’s love harnesses.

“Does the husky like his harness? How it changes you? The red contrasts well with your fur.” asked the fox.

Greg paused to consider the fox’s question. Of course, he loved his harness and how it was changing him but there was a nibble of a doubt at the back of his mind. If he was already a husky why was he changing? Such thoughts were confusing he looked into the blue eyes of the fox to search for an answer.

The fox seemed to notice the changing humans confused expression and he said “Now, now little husky you just have to pause those thoughts. Thinking too much can be dangerous. It is much better to let go of those troubling thoughts. It won't be much longer now my friend, to be made whole.”

Greg's mind felt heavy every time he tried to think it just seemed like so much effort it was much better just to listen to his fox friend’s words. How they seemed to pierce the darkness, to pierce the fog of his mind. He couldn't focus on the sentences the fox was muttering it was as though each individual word travelled through his mind like a steam train going through a tunnel the black smoke from the chimney obscuring what came after.

Unbeknownst to the changing human his changes had spread to his head. His jaw was elongating out into a long muzzle. It already had a coating of blue fur beset by gold markings but the structure was beginning to change. His nose had turned black and his nostrils had repositioned themselves. His ears travelled upward forming canine points. His lips turned black and his teeth grew sharper.

The changing human felt his changes and began to feel afraid. Somehow deep down he knew he was going to be alright. He was with the fox after all. The fox was all he could see and he could hear. He could only see the fox’s blue eyes and how they shined like a beacon of hope. He could only hear the fox’s soothing voice only making out individual words that seemed to slip past like sand through fingers not that he had fingers anymore they had long since been replaced by beautiful canine-like hand paws.

The changing human felt a peculiar sensation as a tail had begun to grow out of where his coccyx had been. It felt strange having a new appendage. A curling husky tail slowly growing larger and larger. It had blue fur at the top and gold fur on the underside. It showed his expressions not many at the moment, it was quite subdued but even in his state his tail was curled and wagging slowly. It was wonderful to have a tail it suddenly dawned on him Huskies always have a curly tail and they're proud of their tails.

The changing human licked his new canines exploring them with his unfamiliar pink tongue. It was quite a bit more flexible than his older one but wasn't it always like this? Of course, it was. He sniffed in the air of the station platform it carried the normal unpleasant urban scent but now he could pick out much more detail than he could ever have before. There was one new scent that took his attention. It was the scent of the fox standing before him he could tell by his scent that the other male was calm and had a feeling of confidence, not arrogance but the confidence of someone doing a task that they have done many times before. Like it was just another day on the job. It struck the former human as alien to be comforted by a scent but it was like a whole new world had opened up before him. This new world of scent was as if he had needed glasses and suddenly could see without them. All the details that he had missed were suddenly there. They had always been there but his nose had been lying to him. Not telling the whole truth.

The former human suddenly lurched forward and fell into the arms of his fox friend. His fox friend was there to catch him. He was expecting him to stumble. What a marvellous fox! This creature helping him. His legs were now feeling quite unsteady but luckily the fox was there to catch him. The former human fell down to his knees. The fox gently guided him down so he wouldn't hurt himself by falling. He could feel the strength of the other male and the powerful grip of his hand paws. It was almost erotic this confident fox taking a firm hold of him and making sure he was safe.

The former human looked down to see his still human feet being transformed into husky paws with thick golden rubbery paw pads and black pointed claws. Even his legs already coated in blue fur were changing. This explained his sudden lack of balance but his fox friend was there. He nuzzled his face into the other creature’s chest fur. He took a whiff of his scent now that he was closer. He looked up searching for those stunning blue eyes. How he loves those eyes. How those eyes made him feel. How they pushed all those noisy thoughts right from his mind. He could see that the fox was smiling down at him this made his heart beat a little faster. He could see that he was making his fox friend happy. He looked down again to check on his legs and brand-new paws. He was a little reluctant to try them out, not knowing if they could take his weight yet.

It was then he felt a tug. It was the fox pulling on his elegant harness bringing him to a standing position. He should trust his friend. His friend wanted him to try out his new husky foot paws. Stand on them for the first time. He stood up aided by the fox’s strength. When he was standing confidently on his new foot paws his friend gave him a warm hug. It only a brief hug but it felt good just that simple act of affection.

His fox friend was counting down from ten and it seemed with each number Greg was becoming more and more aware of his surroundings. His thoughts started returning at a comfortable pace. He could see the white tiles of the station. With his new ears he could hear new noises, the wine of ventilation fans and the buzz of electronics something that he had never noticed before. He could feel his ears swivel on the top of his head in the direction of noises as he tried to discern what they were. The fox was up to five and slowly counting lower. His mind didn't feel quite as heavy and was getting lighter and lighter. His fox friend said one he added a command to wake up. The command shot through his mind instantly. Had he really been asleep? He didn't remember being asleep.

He looked down at his body. He was a blue husky morph with golden paw pads and golden markings now. Greg felt a slight itching at the back of his head. That feeling he had when he just left his house. That he’d forgotten something. Like he needed to go back to check that he’d turned off the kettle. He wagged his husky tail. It wasn't that. His tail was still there. He looked down at his hand paws and moved each of his fingers. His paws were working fine so it wasn't that. It must not be that important.

“Look at you! All husky now and a cute one at that. So how are you feeling?” asked his fox friend.

Greg looked into the fox’s eyes and replied: “I'm fine but I have a feeling that I've forgotten something.”

The fox morph grinned and fished around in his back pocket. Finally, he pulled out what looked like a dog leash. It was a red dog leash that matched the colour of Greg's harness. He stepped forward and clicked the leash onto the D ring of Greg's harness. As the leash snapped shut the doubt in Greg's mind disappeared like it was never there. That must have been what he had forgotten.

The fox morph smiled showing off his beautiful white canine teeth and said “Come on my blue husky, I better get you back to my apartment. I think my new husky needs some husky training.”

Greg relaxed as all the tension drained from his body. It was only right to submit to his fox friend. He had the leash after all and one should always submit to the person holding the leash. He did need training. Huskies are always full of energy and they need to have their mind kept occupied by the delicious commands that this pink fox could instil.