A single overhead light flickered and hummed far in the corner of the study area. Justin glanced up at it with an internal sigh before focusing back on his books and notes. He was grateful the small community college had a quiet room for students to study but he wished they kept it in better shape.
The young man stretched his neck slowly, working out the soreness that seemed to have crept in over the last hour. Too long in one position staring at pages and pages of poorly written notes, he assumed. He fanned the front of his shirt slowly to move some of the stale air while reading. Unlike most of the students here, he was old enough to have his own place and knew he'd be more comfortable there but, he also knew he'd be
too
comfortable to study.
Did I just read this part?
Justin wondered, pinching the bridge of his nose with long fingers. The buzzing from the bad light seemed to grow in volume, as if a cloud of bees were slowly but inexorably making their way towards him.
With another sigh, the young man leaned back to look around the room, letting his eyes focus on distant objects for a change. Only one other student shared the room with him - a young white woman with baggy cargo pants and a loose, rainbow colored top. She sat on the couch opposite him with earbuds in and her feet up on the cushions. Periodically, she'd quietly tap her pencil along to the beat of whatever (
Rap,
Justin realized suddenly, his ears twitching.
Sounds like Ciara
) music she was listening to. Her hair was bright pink with green streaks all pulled into a tight ponytail.
Justin eyed her briefly and fanned his shirt again. He sneezed suddenly and growled, swallowing against the itch in the back of his throat. A single drop of sweat slid from his temple, slowly coursing down against his dark skin. His eyes watered from the musty scent of old dust and books and furniture.
They
really
need to clean up in here. Fix the damn buzzing broken light and maybe vacuum everything. Twice. I'm dying in here.
He cleared his throat again, a deep rumble as he crinkled his nose, his lips pulling back to expose slightly crooked teeth. Another drop of sweat slid along the nape of his neck and more followed until he wiped his brow.
Can the windows open in here?
The young man's eyes flicked to the row of outside windows. There were old, small cranks at the base of each window. Through them, he saw faint silver light flickering from the small leaves of bushes just outside. He could hear the
shuuushing
sound of the wind through the leaves mixed with a sudden solo from Ludacris on the girl's MP3 player.
The overhead light flickered again and the buzzing began to drill into his ears. Justin growled, his brow crinkling. He gripped his shirt and felt it soaked with his sweat against his lean body. The musty scent of the room was fading. Another scent wound its way to him, caressing him and making him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Soap and body wash - lavender and coconut - and the sweet, sharp scent of a woman's sex.
Justin's lips curled. A single drop of blood traced along a canine tooth as it lengthened, scraping inaudibly against the nearby teeth. He was panting against the heat now and his pants bulged to contain his growing erection. He could feel his cock press against his underwear and then slide against his thigh. However, unlike it usually did, it continued to move, moving painfully as it tried line up straight against his belly.
Groaning and licking his lips, Justin pawed at his crotch, squeezing and pulling his cock until it was straight. Only then did the pinching pain stop. The black tip of his cock peeked out from the very top of his pants.
Sweat dripped freely from the young man's forehead. His blood boiled within, racing through his veins. Justin leaned forward, moaning quietly as his other canines grew, chipping pieces of the surrounding teeth. His breathing became ragged and powerful.
The scent...
HER
scent grew impossible to ignore. Justin licked his lips and his tongue hung free while he panted, staring at her and no longer caring if she noticed. He continued to squeeze and pull at his cock and it grew with his touch, sensing his excitement. The head pushed forth from his pants and strained, the flared ridge of his circumcised cock pulled down and red patches of new skin appeared among the black. His cock swelled and lengthened until the throbbing pointed tip nearly rubbed against his shirt.
Black hairs sprouted from the back of the young man's neck and beads of sweat fell among them, trapping themselves as the slowly growing fur crept lazily along the man's spine. His own scent began to fill the area. Powerful, musky and thick, driving his changes onward.
A crack loud enough to be heard by anyone nearby forced the young man to curse loudly and bend himself nearly double. His spine pressed against the skin of his back as muscles within his chest swelled. He'd been lean before but large, defined muscles grew within his body to line his torso. He gripped his sides, biting hard through the pain as his bones cracked and then healed, stronger and thicker than before.
"H- hey, you okay, man?" The woman had heard his shout and stood halfway between his couch and hers, hesitant. Wanting to help but too cautious stand near him. "Do you-"
Justin looked up and the woman screamed. His lips couldn't close to cover his new fangs and they bulged from his lips, drool hanging from the corners of his mouth. His simple t-shirt strained to continue his bulk and his pointed cock, black with shiny red patches of new skin, throbbed inches out of his pants. The girl's eyes widened as she took all of this in at once.
"Wha- wha- wha," she stammered, stumbling backwards, her hands going to her mouth.
Justin stood, nearly leaping for the girl. His soaking wet shirt tore as he moved, exposing muscles rivaling an Olympic weight lifter. He caught the woman before she fell and she screamed as he grabbed the collar of her shirt. Justin pulled and his biceps bulged, easily tearing the shirt down her left side. His other hand held the back of her neck and he leaned forward, biting into the woman's shoulder.
Blood welled in the young man's mouth and he drank greedily of it. The hot coppery taste drove him wild and he tore at his jeans until they fell to his ankles.
The skin at the base of the man's cock was swollen and thick. His new sheath was forming, growing up over his testicles and slowly along the length of his cock. As he drank the woman's lifeblood, the sheath began to bulge and his knot formed, pushing the thick skin down.
The woman beat at Justin's chest, screaming in pain but unable to break his grasp. More fur sprouted along his shoulders and forearms. At the base of his spine, a bump formed - the beginning of his tail.
Justin lapped at the woman's blood with a long tongue and then pressed his mouth against hers mid-scream. Startled, the woman found herself kissing Justin deeply. His thick tongue filled her mouth and she tasted her own blood. Her muffled curses went unanswered.
Finally, the young man pulled back with a quiet, pained howl, pushing the girl away. In their struggle, they'd moved close to the wall and he pressed his upper body against, it, slamming huge fists against the cool concrete. His jaw cracked painfully and he almost whined, his short furless tail hanging curled between his legs, the bare tip brushing against his furred sheath. He snarled as his jaw pushed forth into a muzzle.