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"Troy," The girl said into the cellphone, biting her lip and pausing, "I think I don't want to see you any more."

"B-but… Adrianna…" Troy uttered, after a long pause. "But I thought… Wait, this isn't about, the whole… You know, the thing about-"

"You being a furry?" Adrianna said, finishing his statement.

"Yes!!!" He spat. "Look, why does that matter, anyway? We were going to have our tenth date this week, Adree! We were gonna go to the play!"

"Don't call me that, okay?!?" she spat.

"But why?" He begged. "Why does it matter???"

"It's just… I didn't imagine that things would be this way, and I don't like it."

"Please, Adree…" He begged. "Everyone's already making fun of me for it, and nobody takes me seriously anymore! All the other girls think I'm a pervert, and all the guys are acting like I'm gay! Please, don't leave me!!!"

"I'm sorry, Troy," She said with a steely voice, but tears welled up behind her eyes.

"Wait, is this because you're afraid of being made fun of by your friends, right?!?" He asked. "That your boyfriend is a freak or something?" She bit her lip, looking down, silently. "It is, isn't it? Look, that doesn't matter!!! Who cares what they say?!?" He paused, before his voice cracked. "I love you, Adrianna, and I KNOW you love me too! We've known each other since sixth grade, you can't do this!!!"

"I'm sorry, Troy," She said. "Goodbye." Troy tried to call out for her to wait, but she closed her cellphone. She sniffed in, wiping a tear away from her eye, before standing up off of the bench.

She was in the middle of the park, sitting amongst the trees. She had gone there to think about what she was going to do, and she had just done it. She sniffed in again, before letting out a little sob. Her boyfriend, well, now EX-boyfriend, Troy, was revealed to have a fetish for anthropomorphic animals only three days before, like foxes and wolves. He had a deviantART account, as well as a FurAffinity account, which his information was put onto his Facebook page by an internet friend of his by accident. Now he had gone socially from an all-star wrestler, nice, and overall cool guy, to be thought of as a sick gay dude into bestiality, which, for the most part, he was not. But he was at least thought of as a pervert, or "The Fur-Vert", as they started calling him, when they saw his favorites and his uploads on the sites, which many of them included, well, anthropomorphic female foxes, wolves and dragons, among other animals, all of them pretty 'revealing', to put it nicely. To put it brashly, however, you could call it soft porn with fur, scales and abnormally large tits.

Actually, Adrianna didn't mind Troy being so much into fantasy and such things, so much as all the 'Furporn', as it was soon to be called by the people of the school. She even had the mind-image of him actually, well, "getting down on the one-eyed snake" to this stuff, which was what made her really uncomfortable just thinking about him. She began to avoid him, before this came up, and then, well, she called him and told him that it was off.

Adrianna continued to walk down the street, looking around at the buildings, anything to get her mind off of Troy. Of course, she kept going back in her mind, thinking about things like "How long has he been into this stuff?" and "I wonder if all he sees me for is my body?" even the absurd notion of "I wonder if he ever thinks of me AS one of those creatures?" She shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out of her mind. Of course, she herself began to think about it, wondering what could possibly go so wrong in a person's head to be turned on by that stuff. She even thought about how much of a normal guy he was, and at one point, she even remembered thinking of him as the only guy in the school who didn't have issues. And she loved him, yes, but she was just too afraid of what the others would think if she stayed with him, which was just wrecking her emotionally, but she was too headstrong to let that show.

Adrianna came out on the street, walking towards the small, rectangular bus-stop. She was about fifty feet from it, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around, and stepped back a little as she saw a man. He was short and stocky with a stubble of beard on his face, deep-set eyes that pierced a bit, a noticeable jawline, not to mention some shabby, dark, faded clothes.

"Hello, miss," He said, with a remarkable amount of hiss. "Taking a walk this fine day, are you?"

"Um, yes, I am," She said and nodded, backing away a bit. But he reached over, putting his arm around her neck and on her shoulder, and she froze up a bit as he did.

"I think that I've got something special to show you," He said. She stepped back a bit, but he tugged tighter. "Wait, are you in a hurry to go somewhere, all of a sudden?"

"Yes," She said, getting very nervous. "I- I'll miss the bus," She said.

"There'll be another one," He said with a smile.

"But it's gonna rain…" She said quietly, in fear, looking around for anybody able to help.

"Rain is fun, isn't it?" He asked, before putting a little object out of his pocket. "But stab wounds aren't, my dear," He said, just as a shiny, silver blade shot out of it. He smiled kindly, but she gasped, stumbling back, but he just pulled her into the alley with surprisingly strong, beefy hands. She began to sweat cold sweat, her heart pounding. "Now, let's take a walk, my friend," He said with a seemingly nice grin. She tried to struggle, but whenever she did, he pressed the blade into her back, cutting through her jacket a bit. "Ah ahhh," He said, "Let's be mighty quiet, and obey Uncle Ron, eh, my friend?" He chuckled darkly.

He quickly walked her out of the alley, the other way, walking up the street. He waved and smiled kindly to everybody that they passed, but she just kept this bewildered look on her face. Suddenly, she saw, up ahead, two cars pulled over, one of them was a red sedan, and the other was white with a blue stripe. She gasped, seeing the uniformed man standing next to the window of the Sedan, writing on a notepad. Her heart leapt in joy, for here was help.

"Smiiile," He growled into her ear, pressing the blade into her back. She smiled weakly as she walked. Every single cell in her body was screaming at her to run to the police officer, but it was as if the knife told her to stay. It would have been so easy to escape right then, but she felt the cold steel jabbing in her back, and she was petrified, like a zombie. "Afternoon officer!" the man, Ron said, smiling to him and waving. "Workin' hard, or hardly workin?" He quipped with a laugh and the officer chuckled, as Adrianna just kept walking.

After what felt like eternity, just walking, the man arrived at the harbor district of the city. He took her by the hair, much more violently, and pushed her into one of the huge warehouses.

"Up the stairs," Ron commanded, and she slowly took the steps up the stairs. "FASTER!!!" He poked her in the back, and she shot up the stairs so fast that he wheezed to follow her.

Soon enough, they arrived at this odd place, this raised-up portion of the warehouse, a good 100 feet above the floor of it, like a separate floor attached to the roof of the oversized warehouse. Chains jangled in the wind below them, nothing but a very dangerously low handrail keeping them from falling to certain death. The man then pointed her to sit against the railing, as he kicked a sofa over in front of the door, blocking it. Adrianna looked around the room in fear, seeing the boxes there, as well as other miscellaneous crap.

"W-what do you want with me?" She asked slowly. "Are you going to… rape me?!?" The man chuckled.

"Well, that depends… Heh heh…" He then picked up a crowbar that was on one of the boxes, wrenching one of them open. He looked into the contents, his face brightening up. "Ahhh," he said. "Take off your clothes."

"W-what?" Adrianna asked, in a disbelieving whisper.

"Take off your goddamn clothes, bitch, or else I'm gonna brain you!!!" He held the crowbar like a baseball bat, advancing on her. "TAKE 'EM OFF!!!" He hit her on the leg with a rather weak, but threatening swing. She, in terrified tears, slowly took off her jacket. "Come on, come on!!!" She took off her shirt, shoes and then her pants, sitting on the floor in her underwear. "All of them," He growled.

"N-no," She said defiantly.

"No?" Ron asked, before he smiled. "NO?!?" He began to laugh, before he walked over to her. He took out his knife and put it to her cheek, before he quickly swiped all the way to her ear, and blood gushed out as she screamed in pain and terror. He kicked her over, and she clutched at her face, crying. "Take them off, or else I'll cut off your ear!!!" Slowly, she nodded, sobbing, as she undid her bra and took off her underwear. She sat there, trying to cover herself, sobbing, as the man just looked her over with a lustful stare in his eyes. "Heh heh," He said, "that's better."

"What are you gonna.. d-do now?" She asked in total fear. Without another word, he reached back over into the bin, rifling through it.

"Ahhh," He said, looking at the object. "Perfect." She watched as he pulled out what looked like a piece of clothing. But, as he unfurled it more, she gasped, seeing what looked like an orange and white suit, with a limp but fuzzy tail and a fox-head. She gasped, looking at it. He threw it at her. "Put it on," He ordered, and she looked at it, a bit confused. Did he seriously just hold her at knife point, walk her through a mile of people, take her to an abandoned warehouse, and make her take all her clothes off, just to wear a suit? And a furry suit, no less; she thought, thinking of Troy and just how odd, surreal, and most of all, frightening of a situation she was in.

She also felt the fur, and it felt just plain EXPENSIVE, to boot. This stuff must have been worth a fortune, because it actually felt like real fur, that was on a living animal not to long ago, although it was virtually devoid of stitches, save the zipper in the back.

"Put it ON," He suddenly growled, and she came out of her little trance, letting out a yelp. She slowly rose up, and she stuck a leg inside the suit, reaching the foot of the suit. She gulped a bit, feeling the innards of it. It wasn't normal rubber, it felt smooth, tingly and warm to the touch, pulsating, and a little bit pleasing overall, almost alive. She then put her other foot through it, before sticking her hands into the furry arms. She immediately took note of how the suit seemed to tighten all of a sudden, sticking close to her skin, contouring to her body, even contouring to the cleavage of her breasts, which felt very awkward and yet strangely satisfying and pleasing at the same time. She stopped, the head drooping above her chest.

"Now the head," He said, almost in fascination. Slowly, Adrianna lifted up the large head of the suit, and put it over her own head. "Heh heh," He said, "Faaascinating."

"Now, can I take this stupid suit off now?" She asked. But suddenly, the zipper behind her zipped up, for no reason. She reached back for it, but, to her amazement, it wasn't there. Not even the seam.

"No, you can't," He said with an evil smile as the head began to shrink. She reached up, grunting, trying to pull it off, but then, the suit's insides seemed to stick to her skin, before a burning sensation started. "Never." He uttered, and just then-

Her entire body seemed to catch on fire. She tried to scream, but her jaw was frozen, fusing, morphing into the jawline of the suit. She tried to scream with all her might, but she was completely immobilized. Her hair came out of the back of the head, poking out and fusing with the suit, becoming a mane, as the suit's head shrunk down to a reasonable size, as her heels seemed to deflate in size, before stocking up and crawling up her leg, as the balls of her feet, and her toes, got bigger, wider and more dog-like, with thick, leathery pads on the bottom of them thickening quickly. She felt as her spine seemed to stretch like gum in the hand of a bored teenager, as the bones split and expanded into her orange tail, as organic material grew into the tail with them, and it swelled up a bit, flailing around with the new nerve cells which were quite uncontrollable. She felt as she went deaf, hearing absolutely nothing as her ears melted away inside the suit- but then, she felt new ones closer to the top of her head. Her ears shot around and twitched, and things sounded fuller and more resonate. She couldn't breathe at all as her nose went forward, suddenly opening up, breathing in and out, to which she could smell much, much more. Suddenly, she opened her mouth again.

"Yaaah!!!" She screamed, feeling a much bigger mouth under her control. She was suddenly no longer paralyzed, and she fell to the floor on her knees and hands, breathing heavily. She looked around in disbelief, eyes wide. "H-Hh- Wh- What-"

"Beautiful," He said. "Absolutely beautiful." Before she could even ask for clarification, He reached over into the box, rifling through it. She looked down at herself, seeing her curving figure, all the contours and complexities of the human body, only it was covered in the skin of a fox, with a few vulpine touches here and there, like her foxish head (which, luckily for her, still had quite a large cranial area housing a brain equal in power to a human) and the digitgrade feet and her big, fluffy, soft tail, almost as if she wasn't even wearing a suit- in fact, she could not feel the suit, for she WAS the suit, as the suit was her new skin. She looked at her padded hand, seeing that she could move her fingers with dexterity. She touched her other arm, both touches registering. She then felt her mouth, even feeling inside. She even had a brand-spanking new set of sparkling white teeth and healthy gums, and her new muzzle felt as natural as her old one did. She just moved her jaw in utter, speechless amazement. She then felt her ears, her soft, ticklish ears sitting perkily atop her head. Her tail shivered, which she looked down and saw, a good two and a half feet-worth of fuzzy fur extending from her rear end, and she naturally looked down at her feet, the wide, dog-like paws, as she moved each toe, all of them responding naturally to her command.

"Oh, my…" She just uttered, with a slack jaw and wide eyes.

"Crazy, isn't it?" He asked, still looking through the bins, for a specific one. "I've heard of the people that make these suits, then I found these boxes full of 'em, and I couldn't believe myself- and yet, there you are," He said with a chuckle. She just stared at herself in disbelief, not even daring to say anything, still far too shocked to barely move. "Ahhh," He said in satisfaction as he found the specific box he was looking for. He rifled through THAT one for a bit, before he paused, looking into it with awe. "That's beautiful."

With a roaring grunt, he picked up the object, which, to her, looked like a big, red jumble of metal. She figured that it must weigh at least eighty pounds, and each scale must have been two inches thick, and she gasped, seeing the leathery wings. "This- is what I have been looking for!!! Hah hah!!!" It was like a suit of armor, but fit for a dragon. He dropped the knife in excitement (and stupidity), and undressed quickly, before he pulled on the arm, and she watched as it sucked onto his body, latching on, as he pulled the other ones on. He pulled on the legs, before he, almost laughing in crazy excitement, put the head on. The seemingly massive suit, that would have been too big for a pro basketball player, seemed to shrink right into his form. She then could truly appreciate it, seeing the complexities- black underbelly and four black, curved horns, with a deep-red, rusty hide. He looked at himself, his shiny arms, before the suit zipped up.

"Unhhh- Agh!!!" He let out, as he seemed to become paralyzed, shaking, but still laughing in evil pleasure. His tail spazzed, and so did the limp wings, and his legs began to change like hers. He laughed out as he started to grow, seven, eight feet tall, bulking up. He laughed out, opening his mouth finally, before he stood there and let out a fireball into the roof. He laughed, seeing his power, and, with his mighty, heavy, musclebound fist, smashed one of the railings, which bent like rubber to his touch. As he was roaring to himself, he suddenly stopped. "W-wait," He growled out with a booming, powerful voice, "There's more?!?" Suddenly, he began to convulse. He grew freakishly tall, as if he had been sucked into a taffy puller, before his midsection bent, and out came two more little legs. He fell down onto them as a pair of wings came from his rear body. She gasped, scrambling back, before she felt one of the miscellaneous objects that had been scattered across the room- a bottle full of Tabasco.

"Gah," He roared out. "Gah hah hah!!!" He slammed his feet. He must have been nine feet tall and twelve feet long, because he was massive. With every step he took, the floor- no, the whole building shook, as he walked, a huge dragon-like creature that was literally half a ton of muscles and carbon scales that looked as if they would stop bullets. If anything, he looked like what would happen if you crossed a centaur with a big, red, angry dragon, and throw in a little touch of tank. "Hah hah!!! I can do anything I want now!!!" he roared, picking up the crowbar, and to her shock, he slowly bent it like it was nothing, before he laughed out in glee and tossed it behind him.

"What are you gonna do?" Adrianna asked quietly, with a gulp.

"Well, little fox girl," He snarled evilly, "I'm invincible now! And if you really must know, my plan is to go and attack the military depot just for fun, steal myself a few nice, big guns, and then rob the city bank, and blow up a few things while I'm at it!" He roared. "Oh, wait…" He said. "Now that you know my plans, I think that I can't let you get away to go and warn the National Guard." He tromped over to her, and she tried to scramble away, but to no use. He picked her up with his massive hands with ease, as if she was made out of air. She cried out and struggled, but he had her without even a fight. "And all this talk has got me very hungry!!!" He roared, as he opened his mouth, And Adrianna screamed in terror, before her head disappeared into his mouth, as he laughed out, starting to swallow her alive, just for fun. She screamed, flailing around, as he swallowed her neck, and soon got to her shoulders –but she then remembered, the bottle of Tabasco sauce in her hand. She swung it backwards, which smashed right in his face.

The next thing she knew, she was thrown back with a blast of air (which was presumably a roar of agony) and landed on the sofa, and the massive dragontaur was flailing around, roaring, his angry eyes blood-red, tears flowing from them. He was screaming in pain, just as his front right leg stepped down on a small, shiny, sharp object which he had left there. He roared in pain again as the knife stuck right into the place between his pads, and blood seemed to splash out. He rose the foot up to take the blade out, but his pain from the hot sauce all over his face and his misplacement of balance caused him to tip over, and she gasped, as he fell, right over the railing that he had bent.

In horror, she raced over to it, looking down, just as she saw the roaring figure fall and fall- right into a hazardous jumble of chains, as they, under the massive pressure of his weight, wrapped around his neck, and with a squeeze and through the momentum of the fall-

Snap.

The body swung there in the air, the limp, heavy form swinging back and forth, a shocked expression forever on his face. He swung for a few seconds, before the chains finally gave way under his weight and he crumpled to the ground, his head spinning on his neck as if it wasn't attached.

A sulking, shivering figure walked through the dark streets slowly, as the rain beat down on her head. She rubbed her jacketed arms and shivered, not because of the cold, but because of her fear- after all, she was some freakish fox-thing walking through the streets. But the rain was too heavy and luckily disguised her. She then yelped out as a car drove by, and water splashed up onto her.

"Oh, come on!!!" She let out in disheartened despair. She then walked over into an alley, sitting under the cover, shivering and crying, rubbing her jacketed arms, just sobbing in fear. Fear of her parents, fear of her school, fear of her future. Wait, her school… She suddenly brightened up as she reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Unbelievably, it was barely wet even though surrounded by her soaked jeans, and she opened it up, dialing a number. After two rings, it was picked up, by a stressed, broken voice.

"Look, Adrianna. What do you want; do you just want to buy stuff off of me or something? After all, I am just a 'Sad Lonely Furvert'," he snarled. Before she could even open her mouth, he went on. "You know, it's people like you that made me give up on humanity. People who are just so selfish and cold, because ALL of you stupid humans are the same! There's not a good one among you!!!"

"Troy," She gasped out, between sobs.

"What?!?"

"I- I love y-you," She uttered, and they both remained silent. "And I need you now."

"No," Troy suddenly said.

"Troy, don't be like that! This is something that's bigger than all of us! I am sorry, so, so sorry! I WAS pressured by my friends to dump you! I HAVE always loved you, and I don't care if you are a furry or not!!! I don't care if you really do want to bang a… a fox up the ass!" Troy remained silent for a few seconds, which felt more like minutes, as she hoped and prayed.

"R-really?" He asked, his voice soft again.

"Yes," She sobbed. "I love you, Troy, and let's never have anything like that again," she sobbed. "And I need you, right now, because… I think that you're the only person that would know about this stuff," She said with a smile and a little disheartened chuckle, looking at her hand.

"Okay, I'll… I'll help you," Troy said caringly, but still a little bit flustered. "Where are you?"

"Cross of twenty-first and Rarewood Street, there's an alley. I'll be here," she said, sobbing less now.

"Wait, and what did you mean by 'I would know about this stuff'?"

"Let's just say… That you're going to be pleasantly surprised when you see me," She said, and hung up, and she sat back and smiled.

For out of all the despair and fear and dread that filled her, she felt a tiny glimpse of hope- Because, no matter what happened, she knew that there would always be somebody that loved her, and if not for what she was; then definitely for who she was.

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"Troy," The girl said into the cellphone, biting her lip and pausing, "I think I don't want to see you any more."

"B-but… Adrianna…" Troy uttered, after a long pause. "But I thought… Wait, this isn't about, the whole… You know, the thing about-"

"You being a furry?" Adrianna said, finishing his statement.

"Yes!!!" He spat. "Look, why does that matter, anyway? We were going to have our tenth date this week, Adree! We were gonna go to the play!"

"Don't call me that, okay?!?" she spat.

"But why?" He begged. "Why does it matter???"

"It's just… I didn't imagine that things would be this way, and I don't like it."

"Please, Adree…" He begged. "Everyone's already making fun of me for it, and nobody takes me seriously anymore! All the other girls think I'm a pervert, and all the guys are acting like I'm gay! Please, don't leave me!!!"

"I'm sorry, Troy," She said with a steely voice, but tears welled up behind her eyes.

"Wait, is this because you're afraid of being made fun of by your friends, right?!?" He asked. "That your boyfriend is a freak or something?" She bit her lip, looking down, silently. "It is, isn't it? Look, that doesn't matter!!! Who cares what they say?!?" He paused, before his voice cracked. "I love you, Adrianna, and I KNOW you love me too! We've known each other since sixth grade, you can't do this!!!"

"I'm sorry, Troy," She said. "Goodbye." Troy tried to call out for her to wait, but she closed her cellphone. She sniffed in, wiping a tear away from her eye, before standing up off of the bench.

She was in the middle of the park, sitting amongst the trees. She had gone there to think about what she was going to do, and she had just done it. She sniffed in again, before letting out a little sob. Her boyfriend, well, now EX-boyfriend, Troy, was revealed to have a fetish for anthropomorphic animals only three days before, like foxes and wolves. He had a deviantART account, as well as a FurAffinity account, which his information was put onto his Facebook page by an internet friend of his by accident. Now he had gone socially from an all-star wrestler, nice, and overall cool guy, to be thought of as a sick gay dude into bestiality, which, for the most part, he was not. But he was at least thought of as a pervert, or "The Fur-Vert", as they started calling him, when they saw his favorites and his uploads on the sites, which many of them included, well, anthropomorphic female foxes, wolves and dragons, among other animals, all of them pretty 'revealing', to put it nicely. To put it brashly, however, you could call it soft porn with fur, scales and abnormally large tits.

Actually, Adrianna didn't mind Troy being so much into fantasy and such things, so much as all the 'Furporn', as it was soon to be called by the people of the school. She even had the mind-image of him actually, well, "getting down on the one-eyed snake" to this stuff, which was what made her really uncomfortable just thinking about him. She began to avoid him, before this came up, and then, well, she called him and told him that it was off.

Adrianna continued to walk down the street, looking around at the buildings, anything to get her mind off of Troy. Of course, she kept going back in her mind, thinking about things like "How long has he been into this stuff?" and "I wonder if all he sees me for is my body?" even the absurd notion of "I wonder if he ever thinks of me AS one of those creatures?" She shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out of her mind. Of course, she herself began to think about it, wondering what could possibly go so wrong in a person's head to be turned on by that stuff. She even thought about how much of a normal guy he was, and at one point, she even remembered thinking of him as the only guy in the school who didn't have issues. And she loved him, yes, but she was just too afraid of what the others would think if she stayed with him, which was just wrecking her emotionally, but she was too headstrong to let that show.

Adrianna came out on the street, walking towards the small, rectangular bus-stop. She was about fifty feet from it, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around, and stepped back a little as she saw a man. He was short and stocky with a stubble of beard on his face, deep-set eyes that pierced a bit, a noticeable jawline, not to mention some shabby, dark, faded clothes.

"Hello, miss," He said, with a remarkable amount of hiss. "Taking a walk this fine day, are you?"

"Um, yes, I am," She said and nodded, backing away a bit. But he reached over, putting his arm around her neck and on her shoulder, and she froze up a bit as he did.

"I think that I've got something special to show you," He said. She stepped back a bit, but he tugged tighter. "Wait, are you in a hurry to go somewhere, all of a sudden?"

"Yes," She said, getting very nervous. "I- I'll miss the bus," She said.

"There'll be another one," He said with a smile.

"But it's gonna rain…" She said quietly, in fear, looking around for anybody able to help.

"Rain is fun, isn't it?" He asked, before putting a little object out of his pocket. "But stab wounds aren't, my dear," He said, just as a shiny, silver blade shot out of it. He smiled kindly, but she gasped, stumbling back, but he just pulled her into the alley with surprisingly strong, beefy hands. She began to sweat cold sweat, her heart pounding. "Now, let's take a walk, my friend," He said with a seemingly nice grin. She tried to struggle, but whenever she did, he pressed the blade into her back, cutting through her jacket a bit. "Ah ahhh," He said, "Let's be mighty quiet, and obey Uncle Ron, eh, my friend?" He chuckled darkly.

He quickly walked her out of the alley, the other way, walking up the street. He waved and smiled kindly to everybody that they passed, but she just kept this bewildered look on her face. Suddenly, she saw, up ahead, two cars pulled over, one of them was a red sedan, and the other was white with a blue stripe. She gasped, seeing the uniformed man standing next to the window of the Sedan, writing on a notepad. Her heart leapt in joy, for here was help.

"Smiiile," He growled into her ear, pressing the blade into her back. She smiled weakly as she walked. Every single cell in her body was screaming at her to run to the police officer, but it was as if the knife told her to stay. It would have been so easy to escape right then, but she felt the cold steel jabbing in her back, and she was petrified, like a zombie. "Afternoon officer!" the man, Ron said, smiling to him and waving. "Workin' hard, or hardly workin?" He quipped with a laugh and the officer chuckled, as Adrianna just kept walking.

After what felt like eternity, just walking, the man arrived at the harbor district of the city. He took her by the hair, much more violently, and pushed her into one of the huge warehouses.

"Up the stairs," Ron commanded, and she slowly took the steps up the stairs. "FASTER!!!" He poked her in the back, and she shot up the stairs so fast that he wheezed to follow her.

Soon enough, they arrived at this odd place, this raised-up portion of the warehouse, a good 100 feet above the floor of it, like a separate floor attached to the roof of the oversized warehouse. Chains jangled in the wind below them, nothing but a very dangerously low handrail keeping them from falling to certain death. The man then pointed her to sit against the railing, as he kicked a sofa over in front of the door, blocking it. Adrianna looked around the room in fear, seeing the boxes there, as well as other miscellaneous crap.

"W-what do you want with me?" She asked slowly. "Are you going to… rape me?!?" The man chuckled.

"Well, that depends… Heh heh…" He then picked up a crowbar that was on one of the boxes, wrenching one of them open. He looked into the contents, his face brightening up. "Ahhh," he said. "Take off your clothes."

"W-what?" Adrianna asked, in a disbelieving whisper.

"Take off your goddamn clothes, bitch, or else I'm gonna brain you!!!" He held the crowbar like a baseball bat, advancing on her. "TAKE 'EM OFF!!!" He hit her on the leg with a rather weak, but threatening swing. She, in terrified tears, slowly took off her jacket. "Come on, come on!!!" She took off her shirt, shoes and then her pants, sitting on the floor in her underwear. "All of them," He growled.

"N-no," She said defiantly.

"No?" Ron asked, before he smiled. "NO?!?" He began to laugh, before he walked over to her. He took out his knife and put it to her cheek, before he quickly swiped all the way to her ear, and blood gushed out as she screamed in pain and terror. He kicked her over, and she clutched at her face, crying. "Take them off, or else I'll cut off your ear!!!" Slowly, she nodded, sobbing, as she undid her bra and took off her underwear. She sat there, trying to cover herself, sobbing, as the man just looked her over with a lustful stare in his eyes. "Heh heh," He said, "that's better."

"What are you gonna.. d-do now?" She asked in total fear. Without another word, he reached back over into the bin, rifling through it.

"Ahhh," He said, looking at the object. "Perfect." She watched as he pulled out what looked like a piece of clothing. But, as he unfurled it more, she gasped, seeing what looked like an orange and white suit, with a limp but fuzzy tail and a fox-head. She gasped, looking at it. He threw it at her. "Put it on," He ordered, and she looked at it, a bit confused. Did he seriously just hold her at knife point, walk her through a mile of people, take her to an abandoned warehouse, and make her take all her clothes off, just to wear a suit? And a furry suit, no less; she thought, thinking of Troy and just how odd, surreal, and most of all, frightening of a situation she was in.

She also felt the fur, and it felt just plain EXPENSIVE, to boot. This stuff must have been worth a fortune, because it actually felt like real fur, that was on a living animal not to long ago, although it was virtually devoid of stitches, save the zipper in the back.

"Put it ON," He suddenly growled, and she came out of her little trance, letting out a yelp. She slowly rose up, and she stuck a leg inside the suit, reaching the foot of the suit. She gulped a bit, feeling the innards of it. It wasn't normal rubber, it felt smooth, tingly and warm to the touch, pulsating, and a little bit pleasing overall, almost alive. She then put her other foot through it, before sticking her hands into the furry arms. She immediately took note of how the suit seemed to tighten all of a sudden, sticking close to her skin, contouring to her body, even contouring to the cleavage of her breasts, which felt very awkward and yet strangely satisfying and pleasing at the same time. She stopped, the head drooping above her chest.

"Now the head," He said, almost in fascination. Slowly, Adrianna lifted up the large head of the suit, and put it over her own head. "Heh heh," He said, "Faaascinating."

"Now, can I take this stupid suit off now?" She asked. But suddenly, the zipper behind her zipped up, for no reason. She reached back for it, but, to her amazement, it wasn't there. Not even the seam.

"No, you can't," He said with an evil smile as the head began to shrink. She reached up, grunting, trying to pull it off, but then, the suit's insides seemed to stick to her skin, before a burning sensation started. "Never." He uttered, and just then-

Her entire body seemed to catch on fire. She tried to scream, but her jaw was frozen, fusing, morphing into the jawline of the suit. She tried to scream with all her might, but she was completely immobilized. Her hair came out of the back of the head, poking out and fusing with the suit, becoming a mane, as the suit's head shrunk down to a reasonable size, as her heels seemed to deflate in size, before stocking up and crawling up her leg, as the balls of her feet, and her toes, got bigger, wider and more dog-like, with thick, leathery pads on the bottom of them thickening quickly. She felt as her spine seemed to stretch like gum in the hand of a bored teenager, as the bones split and expanded into her orange tail, as organic material grew into the tail with them, and it swelled up a bit, flailing around with the new nerve cells which were quite uncontrollable. She felt as she went deaf, hearing absolutely nothing as her ears melted away inside the suit- but then, she felt new ones closer to the top of her head. Her ears shot around and twitched, and things sounded fuller and more resonate. She couldn't breathe at all as her nose went forward, suddenly opening up, breathing in and out, to which she could smell much, much more. Suddenly, she opened her mouth again.

"Yaaah!!!" She screamed, feeling a much bigger mouth under her control. She was suddenly no longer paralyzed, and she fell to the floor on her knees and hands, breathing heavily. She looked around in disbelief, eyes wide. "H-Hh- Wh- What-"

"Beautiful," He said. "Absolutely beautiful." Before she could even ask for clarification, He reached over into the box, rifling through it. She looked down at herself, seeing her curving figure, all the contours and complexities of the human body, only it was covered in the skin of a fox, with a few vulpine touches here and there, like her foxish head (which, luckily for her, still had quite a large cranial area housing a brain equal in power to a human) and the digitgrade feet and her big, fluffy, soft tail, almost as if she wasn't even wearing a suit- in fact, she could not feel the suit, for she WAS the suit, as the suit was her new skin. She looked at her padded hand, seeing that she could move her fingers with dexterity. She touched her other arm, both touches registering. She then felt her mouth, even feeling inside. She even had a brand-spanking new set of sparkling white teeth and healthy gums, and her new muzzle felt as natural as her old one did. She just moved her jaw in utter, speechless amazement. She then felt her ears, her soft, ticklish ears sitting perkily atop her head. Her tail shivered, which she looked down and saw, a good two and a half feet-worth of fuzzy fur extending from her rear end, and she naturally looked down at her feet, the wide, dog-like paws, as she moved each toe, all of them responding naturally to her command.

"Oh, my…" She just uttered, with a slack jaw and wide eyes.

"Crazy, isn't it?" He asked, still looking through the bins, for a specific one. "I've heard of the people that make these suits, then I found these boxes full of 'em, and I couldn't believe myself- and yet, there you are," He said with a chuckle. She just stared at herself in disbelief, not even daring to say anything, still far too shocked to barely move. "Ahhh," He said in satisfaction as he found the specific box he was looking for. He rifled through THAT one for a bit, before he paused, looking into it with awe. "That's beautiful."

With a roaring grunt, he picked up the object, which, to her, looked like a big, red jumble of metal. She figured that it must weigh at least eighty pounds, and each scale must have been two inches thick, and she gasped, seeing the leathery wings. "This- is what I have been looking for!!! Hah hah!!!" It was like a suit of armor, but fit for a dragon. He dropped the knife in excitement (and stupidity), and undressed quickly, before he pulled on the arm, and she watched as it sucked onto his body, latching on, as he pulled the other ones on. He pulled on the legs, before he, almost laughing in crazy excitement, put the head on. The seemingly massive suit, that would have been too big for a pro basketball player, seemed to shrink right into his form. She then could truly appreciate it, seeing the complexities- black underbelly and four black, curved horns, with a deep-red, rusty hide. He looked at himself, his shiny arms, before the suit zipped up.

"Unhhh- Agh!!!" He let out, as he seemed to become paralyzed, shaking, but still laughing in evil pleasure. His tail spazzed, and so did the limp wings, and his legs began to change like hers. He laughed out as he started to grow, seven, eight feet tall, bulking up. He laughed out, opening his mouth finally, before he stood there and let out a fireball into the roof. He laughed, seeing his power, and, with his mighty, heavy, musclebound fist, smashed one of the railings, which bent like rubber to his touch. As he was roaring to himself, he suddenly stopped. "W-wait," He growled out with a booming, powerful voice, "There's more?!?" Suddenly, he began to convulse. He grew freakishly tall, as if he had been sucked into a taffy puller, before his midsection bent, and out came two more little legs. He fell down onto them as a pair of wings came from his rear body. She gasped, scrambling back, before she felt one of the miscellaneous objects that had been scattered across the room- a bottle full of Tabasco.

"Gah," He roared out. "Gah hah hah!!!" He slammed his feet. He must have been nine feet tall and twelve feet long, because he was massive. With every step he took, the floor- no, the whole building shook, as he walked, a huge dragon-like creature that was literally half a ton of muscles and carbon scales that looked as if they would stop bullets. If anything, he looked like what would happen if you crossed a centaur with a big, red, angry dragon, and throw in a little touch of tank. "Hah hah!!! I can do anything I want now!!!" he roared, picking up the crowbar, and to her shock, he slowly bent it like it was nothing, before he laughed out in glee and tossed it behind him.

"What are you gonna do?" Adrianna asked quietly, with a gulp.

"Well, little fox girl," He snarled evilly, "I'm invincible now! And if you really must know, my plan is to go and attack the military depot just for fun, steal myself a few nice, big guns, and then rob the city bank, and blow up a few things while I'm at it!" He roared. "Oh, wait…" He said. "Now that you know my plans, I think that I can't let you get away to go and warn the National Guard." He tromped over to her, and she tried to scramble away, but to no use. He picked her up with his massive hands with ease, as if she was made out of air. She cried out and struggled, but he had her without even a fight. "And all this talk has got me very hungry!!!" He roared, as he opened his mouth, And Adrianna screamed in terror, before her head disappeared into his mouth, as he laughed out, starting to swallow her alive, just for fun. She screamed, flailing around, as he swallowed her neck, and soon got to her shoulders –but she then remembered, the bottle of Tabasco sauce in her hand. She swung it backwards, which smashed right in his face.

The next thing she knew, she was thrown back with a blast of air (which was presumably a roar of agony) and landed on the sofa, and the massive dragontaur was flailing around, roaring, his angry eyes blood-red, tears flowing from them. He was screaming in pain, just as his front right leg stepped down on a small, shiny, sharp object which he had left there. He roared in pain again as the knife stuck right into the place between his pads, and blood seemed to splash out. He rose the foot up to take the blade out, but his pain from the hot sauce all over his face and his misplacement of balance caused him to tip over, and she gasped, as he fell, right over the railing that he had bent.

In horror, she raced over to it, looking down, just as she saw the roaring figure fall and fall- right into a hazardous jumble of chains, as they, under the massive pressure of his weight, wrapped around his neck, and with a squeeze and through the momentum of the fall-

Snap.

The body swung there in the air, the limp, heavy form swinging back and forth, a shocked expression forever on his face. He swung for a few seconds, before the chains finally gave way under his weight and he crumpled to the ground, his head spinning on his neck as if it wasn't attached.

A sulking, shivering figure walked through the dark streets slowly, as the rain beat down on her head. She rubbed her jacketed arms and shivered, not because of the cold, but because of her fear- after all, she was some freakish fox-thing walking through the streets. But the rain was too heavy and luckily disguised her. She then yelped out as a car drove by, and water splashed up onto her.

"Oh, come on!!!" She let out in disheartened despair. She then walked over into an alley, sitting under the cover, shivering and crying, rubbing her jacketed arms, just sobbing in fear. Fear of her parents, fear of her school, fear of her future. Wait, her school… She suddenly brightened up as she reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Unbelievably, it was barely wet even though surrounded by her soaked jeans, and she opened it up, dialing a number. After two rings, it was picked up, by a stressed, broken voice.

"Look, Adrianna. What do you want; do you just want to buy stuff off of me or something? After all, I am just a 'Sad Lonely Furvert'," he snarled. Before she could even open her mouth, he went on. "You know, it's people like you that made me give up on humanity. People who are just so selfish and cold, because ALL of you stupid humans are the same! There's not a good one among you!!!"

"Troy," She gasped out, between sobs.

"What?!?"

"I- I love y-you," She uttered, and they both remained silent. "And I need you now."

"No," Troy suddenly said.

"Troy, don't be like that! This is something that's bigger than all of us! I am sorry, so, so sorry! I WAS pressured by my friends to dump you! I HAVE always loved you, and I don't care if you are a furry or not!!! I don't care if you really do want to bang a… a fox up the ass!" Troy remained silent for a few seconds, which felt more like minutes, as she hoped and prayed.

"R-really?" He asked, his voice soft again.

"Yes," She sobbed. "I love you, Troy, and let's never have anything like that again," she sobbed. "And I need you, right now, because… I think that you're the only person that would know about this stuff," She said with a smile and a little disheartened chuckle, looking at her hand.

"Okay, I'll… I'll help you," Troy said caringly, but still a little bit flustered. "Where are you?"

"Cross of twenty-first and Rarewood Street, there's an alley. I'll be here," she said, sobbing less now.

"Wait, and what did you mean by 'I would know about this stuff'?"

"Let's just say… That you're going to be pleasantly surprised when you see me," She said, and hung up, and she sat back and smiled.

For out of all the despair and fear and dread that filled her, she felt a tiny glimpse of hope- Because, no matter what happened, she knew that there would always be somebody that loved her, and if not for what she was; then definitely for who she was.