Well, this is actually the final story in my second trio of stories. The other two I'm still working on when I came up with this idea. Mark gets his revenge on Tyler for all the pranks in "Aftershocks" and "Free Enterprise". And FNT is Friday Night Tech, which is a real furry-friendly podcast (fnt.xanacreations.com).

Also, the character Darkraven is a furry friend of mine (he is actually on FA) who I am tf'ing out of boredom and because I asked. He's in the other two stories as well.

Retaliation
The day of the party had come. Darkraven and Mark showed up, and we enjoyed a good episode of FNT over root beer and Dr. Pepper. The party could have been bigger, but I didn’t care much. It was, after all, a celebration of the successful tests we had done with the Machine over the past month. I had rolled out cots and sleeping bags just in case we actually managed to fall asleep. The FNT post-show was done around 1:30 in the morning, and we all decided to talk about the new features I was working out for the machine.
“I’ve been working on hair, fur, and fabric materials. I got it to work, and even made a pair of moulds. Fursuit moulds. And yes, they are of your animals, because I know you’re wondering,” I said, making a little flourish over the fursuit deal. I knew Mark would go nuts over it, and Darkraven should be at least interested in the concept.
“Well then Tyler, we’ll have to test it out tonight!” Mark said, obviously brimming with excitement.
“Alright Mark, I’ll get the machine set up,” I said, a little irritated over having to do the extensive set-up at two in the morning. I climbed up on the conveyor and starting rigging up tubes and pressing buttons on the tablet PC that I used to control the Chambers. More than once I smacked an arm against a metal coupling and uttered a few choice words.
“Alright, finished,” I grunted as I put the tablet PC next to the conveyor. I reached my arms straight up to grab a set of handlebars to use as leverage in my exit. Just then, the conveyor started, making me miss the handlebars by two inches. I rolled into the Liquefaction Chamber headfirst, and started to melt.
Mark laughed nefariously as he watched the gauges show how my transformation was going. It had taken half an hour of intense vigilance, but he had found the perfect opportunity to get revenge on me for all the jokes I had cracked on him while he was a roo! “I gotcha now Tyler!” he bragged as I finished melting and entered the Blending Chamber.
The Blending Chamber began turning me into different fabrics and metal. Dyes soon changed me to fit to the coloration of a kangaroo, as I was stretched across the roo “mould” (really a plastic model of a roo). I felt my form solidify, especially the zippers scattered over my body. The machine undid these zippers and pulled my dis-connected body off of the roo model and essentially tossed me out the Moulding Chamber!
Mark whistled at the quality of the fursuit. “Wow Tyler, I never thought you’d go to pieces over fursuits!” he said, laughing.
Mentally, I groaned at the poor quality of the joke. Mark never was good at comedy, same as me.
“Well, since there’s a perfectly good fursuit just lying around, I guess I should try it on!” he said, rushing to put me on despite his poor rationalization. He quickly scooped me up and ran around the cot (which Darkraven had been sleeping on since before I had been transformed) into the bathroom. He stripped down to his underwear and began putting me on.
-Being worn feels weird,- I mentally complained as Mark zipped up the numerous zippers and put on the headpiece. He walked around awkwardly, slowly getting accustomed to the suit before sitting down on my open-backed chair and logging into Facebook. It was very boring, sitting there for four hours before Darkraven woke up.
“I had the strangest drea…Whoa,” he mumbled, jaw dropping when he saw the fursuit. “Okay, who is the fursuit and who is wearing it?” he said, catching on to what was going on fast.
“Hey Darkraven, Tyler’s the suit. Been wearing him for about four hours now, I think I’m gonna change him back… tomorrow,” he said, chuckling under his breath.
“Why tomorrow Mark?” Darkraven asked.
“Oh, after my first tf in the machine, he pulled a bunch of practical jokes on me. I’m just getting even,” he said over his shoulder.
“Mark, change him back. Now,” Darkraven growled as he clenched his fists.
“What, you’re gonna fight me while I’m wearing him? That’s real smart,” Mark retorted.
“Why you little!” Darkraven said as he charged Mark. Mark leapt from the desk and settled himself between the conveyor and the obviously angry Darkraven. Darkraven charged at him once again, but Mark side-stepped out of the way. Darkraven’s momentum carried him into the Liquefaction Chamber, while Mark had no hesitation in starting the machine.
Within a minute, an animatronic German Sheppard/Husky Mix rolled out the Moulding Chamber. Despite the faint smile on the dog’s face, Darkraven was enraged over being tricking into the machine. Mark sat down, the adrenaline from the fight fading, and then took me off. He hung me up in the closet and went off to work, leaving both of us steaming in the basement…
-Fin-