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There were more anthros now. I hadn’t much thought that there were some people whose quarantine wasn’t up. It still wasn’t at any drastic point where even like an eighth of the school had gotten it - but there were far more of us now.
When Douglas and I were in gym, I noticed a new face - well, an old one. She was just a bit hidden under the face of an Australian Shepard.
“Hey Maddie,” I said to her. We were just starting to break into groups.
“Oh, hi,” she said, pointing her nose slightly down. She fidgeted with her gym clothes.
“I see… that you got the virus.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “It’s… it’s tough.”
“I feel you.”
She looked up at me more directly. Her non-floppy ears twitched.
“That…,” she said, “that thing that happened with you in gym… it was the start of all this wasn’t it?”
“Mhm. I was… pretty freaked out, to say the least.”
Douglas came up next to me, and noticed who I was talking to.
“Hey,” he smiled, “so, was it the original treatment, or a kiss?”
“Douglas…,” I said.
“Sharing a milkshake on a date,” she said. “And… and I’m not even sure if I really wanna date the guy again. He apparently already knew that he’d gotten canis, and didn’t say anything.”
“That sucks,” Douglas said. “At least, if it’s any consolation, there’s a lot of other anthros out there now.”
Maddie sighed. “I guess.”
She turned to go grab a basketball, and I noticed that she, like all the other anthros, had a little hole in the back for a tail. She however had barely any tail, just a little tuft.
“Oh,” she said, “I… well, I could probably do just fine wearing pants normally. My tail is small enough it isn’t an issue… but…”
She panted slightly, smiling, and her tail wiggled in response.
“But to be honest…,” she said, “I kinda want to join in with everyone else.”
I smiled, not saying anything, and she went off to talk to some of her friends. Other than Jackie, I wasn’t really used to the idea of people liking something about this change - but it was like my Dad had said - some people were going to view this differently. Some people might intentionally infect themselves.
I joined Douglas as he began gathering people together to play a game of revenge. I noticed that all the anthros in the class, except Maddie, had joined in. I wondered what would come of stuff like this. We seemed to have a special bond. all of us. We all knew the difficult pain that one went through when they transformed. We all knew how it hurt to look in the mirror and see a twisted version of yourself.
But in contrast to that day a month ago when I’d first started to change, and felt terrified, I now saw the half dozen of us anthros playing basketball, not in sour moods, but a few of us even readily panting and wagging our tails. I only barely noticed that I’d been licking my nose.
In some sense this companionship of people with shared trials felt comforting. In other ways it did not. It was great that there were people there who knew how I felt, and vice versa, that I could help them get through it all. But there were also the people outside these developing cliques. There were people who thought this was monstrous. Who considered us inhuman.
Despite the higher concentration of anthros in our area, we would always be a minority - and that left a lingering worry in my mind of the future. My children would grow up in a future where they were considered by some to be less than human. That was an awful thought. In my mind I liked to think that humanity was past this. There were always going to be struggles with racism and other prejudice around the world, but… when there was someone who was half animal… there was the possibility people could slip into 1800s levels of racism.
I barely caught the basketball as someone threw it to me, and I shook off my thoughts and got into the game. I barely got a basket in time to not be eliminated, and then ran to the back of the line.
“You okay dude?”
Douglas turned around, one place in front of me in line.
“Yeah,” I said, “just… just having some deep thoughts.”
“I know the feeling. I’m… I’m pretty sure that my parents are going to change.”
“How so?”
He shrugged. “Recently my Dad has been quiet and a bit reclusive. He goes off to work quickly, doesn’t talk a lot when he comes back. My Mom similarly seems to not be wanting to interact with us much.”
“So you think…”
“I think that My Dad caught the virus, and is trying to hide growing fur.”
Douglas was cut off by needing to jump in and make a basket. I followed after him, and tried to get him out, but to no avail. I followed him to the back of the line.
“Anyway,” he went on, “I think that then he transmitted it to my Mom.”
“You think so?” I asked. “I would’ve thought -”
“Gosh Matt, my parents aren’t doing the best, but it’s more complicated than that. They still kiss… and stuff.”
“Sorry,” I said. “Do you think that… with the change…”
“It’ll make things worse? I don’t know. Their frustrations with each other were a lot more obvious, a lot more hot tempered before all this stuff happened. Since I changed, they’ve been… just cold. Silent. It’s only gotten worse.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Sorry dude.”
He breathed, and briefly closed his eyes. “I… I’ve come to terms that it’s not going to last. It might even be better for all of us if they got it over with. I just… I just have seen who they can be when they love each other. I have a hard time imagining how they can forget that.”
The ball came to Douglas again, and this time I got him out - but felt really bad for doing so as he went to the sideline. The distraction of the conversation then led to me getting out by the person behind me. I went back and joined where Douglas sat on the one extended row of the retracted bleachers.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said.
“I know,” Douglas said, “life goes on. In all honesty I’m more afraid that they’re changing, and trying to hide it, and thus not following their quarantine. Dealing with… divorce… that would be hard. But it would be so much worse if it ended in one of my parents getting arrested or something.”
Something about that stuck in my mind as gym ended and we changed back into our regular clothes.
My Dad was doing something illegal - at least in some people’s eyes. He could be arrested. He could go to prison… and me and the rest of my family had been complicit. It was hard to not justify myself that he had good reason to break the law - but I’m sure that a lot of people who broke the law felt that way.
I’d felt through all of this that the transformation itself was the worst part of it all - but for all my frustration and anger at the start, what they’d said had been right - I was still my conscious self - Matt Hewitt. I still could live my life. But if my Dad was arrested… that could ruin everything. The rest of us could be in trouble too.
And what if the other side wasn’t shy about getting into sketchy legal areas either?
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When Douglas and I were in gym, I noticed a new face - well, an old one. She was just a bit hidden under the face of an Australian Shepard.
“Hey Maddie,” I said to her. We were just starting to break into groups.
“Oh, hi,” she said, pointing her nose slightly down. She fidgeted with her gym clothes.
“I see… that you got the virus.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “It’s… it’s tough.”
“I feel you.”
She looked up at me more directly. Her non-floppy ears twitched.
“That…,” she said, “that thing that happened with you in gym… it was the start of all this wasn’t it?”
“Mhm. I was… pretty freaked out, to say the least.”
Douglas came up next to me, and noticed who I was talking to.
“Hey,” he smiled, “so, was it the original treatment, or a kiss?”
“Douglas…,” I said.
“Sharing a milkshake on a date,” she said. “And… and I’m not even sure if I really wanna date the guy again. He apparently already knew that he’d gotten canis, and didn’t say anything.”
“That sucks,” Douglas said. “At least, if it’s any consolation, there’s a lot of other anthros out there now.”
Maddie sighed. “I guess.”
She turned to go grab a basketball, and I noticed that she, like all the other anthros, had a little hole in the back for a tail. She however had barely any tail, just a little tuft.
“Oh,” she said, “I… well, I could probably do just fine wearing pants normally. My tail is small enough it isn’t an issue… but…”
She panted slightly, smiling, and her tail wiggled in response.
“But to be honest…,” she said, “I kinda want to join in with everyone else.”
I smiled, not saying anything, and she went off to talk to some of her friends. Other than Jackie, I wasn’t really used to the idea of people liking something about this change - but it was like my Dad had said - some people were going to view this differently. Some people might intentionally infect themselves.
I joined Douglas as he began gathering people together to play a game of revenge. I noticed that all the anthros in the class, except Maddie, had joined in. I wondered what would come of stuff like this. We seemed to have a special bond. all of us. We all knew the difficult pain that one went through when they transformed. We all knew how it hurt to look in the mirror and see a twisted version of yourself.
But in contrast to that day a month ago when I’d first started to change, and felt terrified, I now saw the half dozen of us anthros playing basketball, not in sour moods, but a few of us even readily panting and wagging our tails. I only barely noticed that I’d been licking my nose.
In some sense this companionship of people with shared trials felt comforting. In other ways it did not. It was great that there were people there who knew how I felt, and vice versa, that I could help them get through it all. But there were also the people outside these developing cliques. There were people who thought this was monstrous. Who considered us inhuman.
Despite the higher concentration of anthros in our area, we would always be a minority - and that left a lingering worry in my mind of the future. My children would grow up in a future where they were considered by some to be less than human. That was an awful thought. In my mind I liked to think that humanity was past this. There were always going to be struggles with racism and other prejudice around the world, but… when there was someone who was half animal… there was the possibility people could slip into 1800s levels of racism.
I barely caught the basketball as someone threw it to me, and I shook off my thoughts and got into the game. I barely got a basket in time to not be eliminated, and then ran to the back of the line.
“You okay dude?”
Douglas turned around, one place in front of me in line.
“Yeah,” I said, “just… just having some deep thoughts.”
“I know the feeling. I’m… I’m pretty sure that my parents are going to change.”
“How so?”
He shrugged. “Recently my Dad has been quiet and a bit reclusive. He goes off to work quickly, doesn’t talk a lot when he comes back. My Mom similarly seems to not be wanting to interact with us much.”
“So you think…”
“I think that My Dad caught the virus, and is trying to hide growing fur.”
Douglas was cut off by needing to jump in and make a basket. I followed after him, and tried to get him out, but to no avail. I followed him to the back of the line.
“Anyway,” he went on, “I think that then he transmitted it to my Mom.”
“You think so?” I asked. “I would’ve thought -”
“Gosh Matt, my parents aren’t doing the best, but it’s more complicated than that. They still kiss… and stuff.”
“Sorry,” I said. “Do you think that… with the change…”
“It’ll make things worse? I don’t know. Their frustrations with each other were a lot more obvious, a lot more hot tempered before all this stuff happened. Since I changed, they’ve been… just cold. Silent. It’s only gotten worse.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Sorry dude.”
He breathed, and briefly closed his eyes. “I… I’ve come to terms that it’s not going to last. It might even be better for all of us if they got it over with. I just… I just have seen who they can be when they love each other. I have a hard time imagining how they can forget that.”
The ball came to Douglas again, and this time I got him out - but felt really bad for doing so as he went to the sideline. The distraction of the conversation then led to me getting out by the person behind me. I went back and joined where Douglas sat on the one extended row of the retracted bleachers.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said.
“I know,” Douglas said, “life goes on. In all honesty I’m more afraid that they’re changing, and trying to hide it, and thus not following their quarantine. Dealing with… divorce… that would be hard. But it would be so much worse if it ended in one of my parents getting arrested or something.”
Something about that stuck in my mind as gym ended and we changed back into our regular clothes.
My Dad was doing something illegal - at least in some people’s eyes. He could be arrested. He could go to prison… and me and the rest of my family had been complicit. It was hard to not justify myself that he had good reason to break the law - but I’m sure that a lot of people who broke the law felt that way.
I’d felt through all of this that the transformation itself was the worst part of it all - but for all my frustration and anger at the start, what they’d said had been right - I was still my conscious self - Matt Hewitt. I still could live my life. But if my Dad was arrested… that could ruin everything. The rest of us could be in trouble too.
And what if the other side wasn’t shy about getting into sketchy legal areas either?
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44791467/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44897340/
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
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Category Story / Transformation
Species Canine (Other)
Size 77 x 120px
File Size 38.4 kB
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