Finally getting a winter break from college, Axel rented a small chalet in the Rockies for a few days, it was more like a break from his annoying parents than the popular "family vacation". The Website's photos of the place made it seem reasonable and decent enough. Some weeks later, after getting in his car, he drove miles and miles until he reached the foot of the mountain where the accommodation was. There, he left his hoary pickup in a parking lot, giving his keys to a sturdy man inside a bin near it. As he strolled towards the wooden house, he found the trip quite difficult because of the thick snow and strong winds caused by a very unusual cold front the radio was discussing. Though it was difficult, in about 15 minutes at a constant pace, he reached the house's deck and opened the door. The bright light of the translucent windows had awakened a feeling of alien comfort as though he was struck by an unforgettable youth mixed with a vintage feeling. It took him two trips to bring all his bags, figuring out where to leave his leathery weights,l he found a hazel room with a beautiful milk-white wardrobe and a soft bed with a tender scarlet blanked; then, leaving them there, he explored other places in the house. There were five rooms in total; a toilet, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a tiny pantry where he found some canned and fresh food. Arranging his belongings in place, he decided to hike and enjoy the fluffy white snow and the shaded green vegetation around him. The birds sang wherever he went, and the satisfaction of the fresh and wild aroma made the trip very enjoyable. Finding some of the sweetest blueberries while near a hill, he decided to look for more. Stumbling upon a strange gap in a pile of large rocks behind some bushes, with the bag full of all sorts of succulent berries, he felt a lustful curiosity as he immersed himself in what he later discovered was a narrow and yet long strait. As he crawled, it slowly became more dark and humid, making every thrust forward more uncomfortable. As he kept going, he saw an orange light at the end of that dubious tunnel, and as he sneaked out, the source of that peach-devilish orange became more evident, a small cut within the stone made fire bloom where what seemed like natural gas emerged and burned for what seemed years before his arrival. While inspecting the room, he fell upon a large painted wooden chest, secured by a quite tough lock; multiple times he tried opening it, yet it was sturdy enough to take some hits. After about what seemed one entire hour, his curiosity overcame and forced him to take it home, if often stuck while walking out, and almost pinned itself because of a narrow area. Yet, his will did not let him down as he brought the so-craved casket, and as he reached home, he decided the best thing would be to put an end to his musk. Halfway through his bath, he heard a loud and short thud, resulting in a hurry, drying himself and rushing to the corridor. Confused by what was happening, he looked around the room only to gaze at the chest as it made a sharp and strident metal sound, seconds later, his eyes were wide open as he saw the lock on the ground, broken into pieces. His steps were slow, with a hint of uncertainty, he carefully opened the umber chest only to find a beautiful and yet old wolf pelt. It was of pure white, with a greyish tint, making it look gorgeous to the simple human eyes; taking it out of the chest, he saw how well done it was. A full-body pelt that could cover an entire human body with ease, its fur was as soft as a blanket, the tail was long and of a thick fuzzy fur with a shady tip at the end, rounded ears fo pure fur, a long scar running from the top of the brow to the cheek and deep blue iris that had the color of the stream of a clear river. Every time he looked at it the more he wanted to try the furred creature, opening its bestial snout, he was met by thick and tapered fangs and a vibrant pink tongue. Like a tiny spark in a pile of dry hay, his desire to put it on grew ever more slightly. Already without clothes and feeling the cold and crisp air hitting his body, he entered a state of a deep urge to put it on. And the thought came to reality, slipping the pelt over his head, he was met with two holes where he could see the outside, a snout that opened with his mouth movements, the gloves made of pelt, felt as if they were made for him, having a perfect fit. It seemed more like a costume itself, the pelt covered from his head to the bottom of his foot. Wearing it, slowly built on him a sensation of the purest warmth, even on areas where it was not covered at all, which grew into a welcoming soft sensation all over his body. He played in front of the mirror as he now seemed more like one of those CGI werewolves, hugging himself and melting in the delightful relaxing feeling the pelt brought upon him. While glancing at the mirror, he noticed the gap between him and the skin had disappeared as it stopped swaying. Still playfully smirking, with a gentle attempt, he tried pulling the soft fur out of himself, it did not come off, slowly giving him the impression that the pelt glued to his skin. Anguish quickly grew in his mind, trying all he could to take the thick gloves away, fell to the ground as his legs quickly shifted to a tiptoe position and as he lifts his legs, he sees his toes fingers shrinking and his feet thickening and merging with the skin, while white fur slowly grows in uncovered spots and human nails turn into vivid, sharp claws. Desperate, he looks at his hands as he sees they look sturdier and bestial, he tries to pull his animal mask off, yet it seemed glued merging with his face and stretching it to the tip of the snout, everywhere, was being covered by a plentiful second skin. Realizing the foolish thing he had done, he felt an intense and short burst of pain as his bones shifted and crackled to give his new form. Crying, he quickly pulled his newly formed skin that felt as if he was pulling his skin, and like a snapping sensation, its fangs connected to his jawbone and the merging tail connected with his column, followed by his canine tongue, which grew so spontaneously he could not hold in his mouth as he almost gagged, spilling it out and making saliva drip, oozing like a dog when finding something flavorful. The sensation of looking through two holes went to a halt, as it felt he was seeing using the eyes of the pelt, touching the top of, he felt his claws passing through the soft and gentle ears. His voice deepened, the pain was increasingly halting to a point beyond bearable, his new nerves, yet connecting to his body, made him wag his tail, giving him the oddest experience ever occurred to him as he smiled, and like a strong punch hitting his face, he smelled the woody, moldy smell from the old chest even though he was 5 feet from it. Pulling himself up from the ground with great difficulty, Axel noticed how he had become taller, and touching his snout, the wetness of it felt beyond real, like it was not meant to be there. Wagging his tail in the puppiest happiness, he gave a last look at himself at the mirror as he saw his water-blue eyes, ears of dark shade, and the softest and whitest furred tail he had ever seen, and so, he ran, to follow the breeze of the wild and unexplored.

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