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Turned down again, Ryan Ortega rubs his still-stinging cheek. Could it have been the excessive amounts of cologne he had misted himself with? Or perhaps she wasn't the type to be impressed by designer clothes. In any case copping a feel of her thigh proved to be the final straw. Ryan received a slap for the faux pas. And despite his fervent declarations of love and affection Jenny departed. Presently Ryan walks to Murphy's, a townie bar adjacent to the school campus which is a hotspot for those students of drinking age. It is a warm and pleasant night but Ryan is sullen. While he is no stranger to rejection his 'zeal' for women and bull-headed masculinity normally help him to rebound. 'Forget it, I'm just going to get wasted and try again tomorrow.' He thinks.

Leaving the lush greens of campus behind Ryan crosses lively suburban streets. The balmy weather combined with the looming, bright moon make for a particularly romantic setting. With a mighty scowl Ryan watches lovers young and old smiling and walking arm in arm. Their laughter stings. He had carefully prepared to court Jenny. He had bought the posh, expensive clothes he presently wears and a new styling gel for his hair. These, of course, are items he would never buy for his own pleasure. He only ever has women in mind. He is sure the laughter of these unknown passersby is somehow directed at him. Mired in paranoia Ryan rounds the corner and gruffly enters Murphy's bar.

Murphy's bar is precisely like any other small-town Irish pub; wooden furnishings, more green than a kale garden, and offering a selection of common bar favorites. Ryan has spent many a night in this place. If not with a posse of friends then alone attempting to land a girl. The bar is oddly quiet for a Friday night. Ryan assumes the bulk of the town's small population is attending the college football game. Ryan first notices two girls sitting in a booth in the corner of the main bar room. Cute girls, sophomores. Ryan nods at his friend from the baseball team Jon Marcos who sits at the far end of the bar. He is in the middle of a conversation with the man next to him. Ryan would rather be alone now regardless so he takes a seat at the bar. After chatting with the bartender, a classmate, Ryan proceeds to order a beer.

The liquid courage does, over time, relieve some of the sting from Ryan's evening. He relaxes and as his confidence returns he eyes and flirts with the girls in the corner. They are having none of it however and laugh at Ryan when he turns away. Ryan attempts to hide his frustration while he curses under his breath. 'If I wasn't so fucking short. No it's these dumb clothes. So stupid.' After sucking down the last of his second beer Ryan heads to the bathroom.

The men's room is vacant aside from someone using the flush toilet. Ryan makes use of the urinal.

"Uggghhh. Damn. You ever just wish you were, like, irresistible?" Ryan inquires of the other person in the room who remains silent aside from occasional grunts.

"You rang?" A voice chimes in from behind Ryan near the sinks.

"Woah what? Shit I didn't even hear you come in." Ryan says as he finishes his business. He zips his fly and turns around.

"I can be a pretty sneaky guy." The new person says. When Ryan gets a look at the character he stumbles backward nearly landing a hand in the urinal.

The person is not a 'person' at all but a creature. It is an anthropomorphic dog, a bull terrier, who leans against a sink near the room's corner. He wears violet, silken slacks with a sash around his torso. Moderate in both height and musculature he doesn't appear -physically- threatening, but something aside from his sudden and unexpected presence immediately horrifies Ryan. This may relate to the dog's black and light-less eyes which now stare directly into his own. He is entirely casual and confident.

"Whu, wha. What are you?!" Ryan asks while clinging to the nearest urinal.

"Hello Ryan, I am a magical talking dog. So magical. My name's Grant. You may want to watch your volume. People might think you're talking to yourself." The dog says with a slight bow. He eyes the door to the toilet just as its lock turns and the person inside exits. The older man eyes Ryan with annoyance.

"You might want to slow down with the booze son, Jesus it's only 7:30." He says as he washes his hands in the sink directly next to the one on which Grant leans. Ryan looks confusedly between the man and Grant. Grant bends toward the man, placing his face between the old man's and the mirror on the wall. He blinks and waves his hands, but the man remains ignorant. Ryan, sweating and frantic, releases the urinal and tries to remain calm as the old man takes his leave.

"It is sad when their vision goes like that." Grant jokes.

"This can't be possible. No. What do you want? How do you know my name?" Ryan asks Grant in a quiet voice while pressing himself against the opposing wall as tightly as possible. The dog steps from the sink and pads some steps closer to Ryan.

"Ryan I have seen your... complications with the fairer sex. You can't get a break huh?" Grant muses.

"My... I guess, yeah?" Ryan replies as he slowly grows used to Grant's presence. The looming sense of vague dread remains though. The dog is suddenly spirited.

"Well, today is your lucky day! I grant wishes. Sort of like a genie." Grant begins. "If you wish, I can make it so you get all the attention you could ever want." A glint shows in the dog's eye briefly.

Ryan is instantly interested in Grant's proposal. His imagination runs wild. He pictures flocks of girls following and coddling him. He blushes. Any mistrust Ryan had placed in this impossible, shady character is dashed in the face of the wild possibilities he presents. "You can do that?"

"I can do that and more." Grant says with crossed arms. Ryan cautiously approaches the dog.

"Anything I want?" Ryan asks.

"Anything you want." Grant replies looking down at Ryan who, much to the boy's consternation, is shorter than Grant.

"Ok, how do we do this?" Ryan asks hurriedly.

"That was fast." Grant states with an eyebrow raised "Just say the wish."

"Ok. I wish I were irresistible. And virile, hehe." Ryan says.

"Hmmm. Irresistible, are you sure?" Grant asks.

"Yeah totally. Beating them off with a stick, you know? Irresistible." Ryan confirms.

"Alright. I can work with that." The dog responds. "Here, let's shake on it." Grant extends his four-fingered hand to Ryan who hesitantly takes it. The dog grips his hand tightly while glaring. His eyes two black, fathomless deeps. Grant's hand steadily grows cold. The entire area around his body grows cold. Ryan is unable to look Grant in the eyes. He shivers in the unexplainable frigidity. Suddenly he feels a prick, he pulls his hand away.

"Ah, watch the claws. What the hell was all that?" Ryan exclaims.

"All part of the deal." Grant says, back in his casual demeanor. "Look."

Ryan examines his hand and the tiny cut Grant had made. From the cut a spreading patch of white fur grows. It has nearly consumed his left hand.

"Ah, what did you do?" Ryan asks, panicking.

"Just shush and enjoy the ride." Grant says resuming his spot by the sinks.

"Hey what did--" Ryan yells before quieting himself. "What's happening to me?" Grant remains silent.

Ryan's hand, now coated in fur begins to shift and transform. His pinky and ring finger merge giving him three, pudgier fingers from which small black claws soon emerge. There is no real pain though the process is uncomfortable. The whole hand enlarges along with the wrist and lower arm which has now been overrun by soft fur. His flexor and extensor muscles bulge slightly giving the changed arm a degree of muscle tone. As the fur reaches his shoulder the transformation begins on his other arm. Growing and straining muscles ripple under the new fur. In moments Ryan possesses two white, furred arms of disproportionately large size. Despite his understandable anxiety Ryan is pleased to find that the pain in his right arm which he'd gained from a car accident in high school has disappeared. In fact the arms feel stronger than before. He flexes the strange new hands as his torso starts to change.

"What the hell..." He wonders.

Ryan fumbles as he tries to witness all that is happening to his body. Grant, who evidently experiences this often, examines his claws by the sink in disinterest. Ryan's shoulders widen and bulge. Along with this Ryan begins to grow taller. This part is painful. Every snap and crack of the spine gains him another inch so that he is nearly six-feet, five-centimeters tall by the time the growth subsides. An extension appears at the base of his spine and peaks out of the top of his shorts. The extension, a small tail, soon grows a huge tuft of fluffy fur. The muscles of Ryan's chest, beneath the creamy fur, swell.

"Grrooaah. No wayyy." Ryan watches as one by one his abs grow pronounced and firm beneath his shirt. He must admit that this is an exciting development. From his now toned and attractive chest his legs begin to change. Judging by the increase in girth and in muscle mass Ryan can tell that his legs will be even further enhanced than his upper body. He grunts as his denim shorts are frayed and then split open. The furry and fit legs develop intermuscular valleys. Ryan runs an unfamiliar furred finger over the taut muscle. Upon flexing he is excited to feel the impressive hardness.

This is not the only 'exciting' development. Grant begins to pay rapt attention as Ryan's groin enlarges. The mound swells to Ryan's embarrassment. It is completely apparent in the now torn shorts.

"Haha! Virile." Grant laughs.

Ryan's legs are almost entirely white. His feet elongate slightly. He suddenly feels very springy and light-on-his-feet. Then his toes thicken and develop leathery pads on their undersides. As with his hands small claws emerge from the toes.

"Wow, this actually feels pretty good." Ryan says while flexing his arms. His voice is a bit deeper than it had been before.

"It -looks- pretty good too, if I can say so myself." Grant adds. Ryan ignores the comment as his head is in the process of transforming. His neck grows strong and sinuous. *Krack-bruk* Ryan's mouth slowly extends outward. As it does so his molars and premolars take on specialized shapes. His incisors, at the end of his forming muzzle, grow long and pronounced. When he shuts his fuzzy lip they stick out like buck-teeth.

"Huh? A phrabbith?" Ryan attempts to say. The big teeth give him difficulty.

His human nose becomes a small, pink nose. His eyes, while shifting to fit his new skull, become a dark shade of green. His ears slowly migrate to the top of his head and then grow extremely long. They then flop forward before he realizes how to control them. He is briefly overwhelmed by how sensitive his hearing has become. His hair turns from brown-died-black to white in order to match his fur. The hair hangs messily on his face before he sweeps it aside. The transformation is finally finished.

"How do you feel?!" Grant asks, approaching the rabbit.

"I fffeeel-- feel. Ugh these teef. I feel fffine." Ryan says. "I actually... feel really good."

"Yeah, I can see that." Grant says eying Ryan's taut shorts. Ryan was hoping Grant would ignore that embarrassing detail.

"Ahem. Yeah, I feel strong. But why did you turn me into this?" Ryan asks with increasing uncertainty.

"Everybody loves bunnies Ryan, come on." Grant replies with a wink.

"Yeah, but I'm trying to get laid. You were supposed to make me irresistible. Nobody is going to want to bang me now. Damnit. I'm a furry freak now, like you." Ryan shouts, fuming. His ears droop.

"Well that was uncalled for." Grant says calmly, though his eyes are wide and alarming. Besides, you are irresistible, watch." Grant walks to Ryan's side and places his hand on his shoulder. With a burst of power he shoves Ryan through the swinging bathroom door and careening into a table. The racket attracts the attention of everyone in the bar.

"Oh, shit." Ryan breathes as Grant follows him into the bar proper.

The first patrons to react are the girls who were sitting in the corner. Upon getting an unobstructed look at Ryan's rabbit-like body they ran screaming from the bar. The other patrons, one by one, rise and begin approaching Ryan who stands and dusts himself off.

"What the hell was that for?" Ryan shouts at Grant who is watching the approaching group.

"Oh my god, lookit him."

"Damn, look at that butt."

"I have to touch his fur."

"What the ..." Ryan turns to the other bar patrons who are curiously all male and, due to the close proximity of the college, around his age. They ogle him and appear completely entranced. When the first person reaches him, a Latino who had been drinking alone, he grabs onto Ryan's arm gently and caresses his muscles.

"Hey where did you come from handsome?" He coos. Ryan looks on confused.

Another person begins rubbing his other arm. Then Jon, his own friend from the baseball team, approaches his front and leans against his chest.

"Wow, so soft." Jon whispers.

"Grant, what the hell is going on?!" Ryan shouts at the dog who watches gleefully from the side.

"You said irresistible." Grant says.

"Yes. To girls you idiot. I'm not gay!" Ryan replies.

"Really?" Grant says from his spot by the wall teleporting directly behind Ryan with his arms below the rabbit's. He circles one of Ryan's pectorals with a fingertip. "Because this all looks pretty gay to me."

Ryan unintentionally releases an impassioned moan. There are five males happily swarming him and somehow he feels increasingly comfortable. He had never thought he was gay though that would explain quite a bit. Why he has never had any luck with women and why he always had to resort to overblown trinkets and clothes to get their attention. Perhaps he has been looking in the wrong place. Ryan is frozen at first. He lays against Grant's similarly fuzzy chest and watches the amorous men around him massage and grope his body. In the heat of the moment Ryan leans toward Jon who is hugging his chest. He lifts Jon's chin with a finger and takes him into a lustful kiss. Jon happily returns the gesture. He works his tongue around Ryan's new rabbit teeth and explores. Ryan's heart stops. The pleasure is a shock.

"Ohhh, Jon." Ryan says, his eyes welling. Jon, in this light, seems so attractive to him now.

"Do you want to... ?" Jon begins, Ryan catches on quickly.

"Yes!" Ryan, working around the men who hang on his arms, turns Jon around. Jon is plastic and follows Ryan's guide easily. He leans against the downed table and begins removing his pants. Ryan follows suit. It is a simple task to simply yank and tear the remnants of his shorts away to allow his pink glans to swing freely. His endowments as a rabbit are surprisingly large with the exception of the testes which seem to be a bit smaller than they were previously. His t-shirt, which had fit him perfectly before, is now super tight. It reveals his abdominals enticingly, but he swiftly removes it and tosses it aside. His cadre do the same. There is soon a gaggle of nudes with Ryan preparing to enter a blissful Jon. Even Grant has pulled down his pants and is pawing off while watching the impromptu orgy.

Slightly unsure of how he ought to proceed Ryan places his hands on Jon's buttocks. The baseball player has always been fit and handsome. Ryan finds it somehow ideal that Jon will be his first time. Not just with a man, but with anyone. Ryan purses his lip while guiding his cock into Jon's rear. His partner squeals a bit out of joy more than pain. The rabbit's well-lubricated rod slides easily inside. He has a few short breathy laughs of excitement before he begins humping away.

The sensations as a rabbit are swiftly made apparent. With every hump Ryan's lust peaks. The pleasure is so much more intense than it was. This combined with the fact that the rabbit is being poked or touched from every angle causes an overwhelming pleasure that Ryan thinks he will be unable to handle. His springy legs and toned body allow him to hump with fervor. Someone at his backside is rubbing his cock against Ryan's ass. It's too much.

"God, so good." Ryan graons. Someone caresses his chin. A finger works its way into his anus. "No, not yet. Too soon. Fffuu so good."

Ryan approaches climax. Another effect of his new body. He pulls Jon tightly, digging in his claws. When he comes inside Jon it is in one small, sustained burst. Though he does manage to fill his partner. And when he pulls out his rod glistens with the seed. Grant, who had been sitting on the bar masturbating soon comes as well, growling like an animal. He spills seed all over the floor.

Jon, after accepting all of Ryan's load turns around and faces him. Ryan is almost embarrassed by both his new appearance and how pleasurable the sex had been. He is reassured when Jon, after caressing his soft cheek, kisses him deeply once again. Though when the kiss breaks Ryan notices something familiar. A tide of fur slowly spreads around Jon's waist.

"He-heey Jon are you ok? Look" Ryan rubs the growing fur.

"Wow!" Jon shouts "Same as you." Sure enough Jon's bones and muscle begin to change as Ryan's had. Ryan looks to Grant who has calmed down and made his mess disappear.

"Oh right. You know how quickly rabbits multiply. Well, every time you bang someone new you will, erm, share the wealth." Grant explains.

Ryan feels as though he should be upset with Grant's many withheld secrets but when he sees the joy on Jon's face he relaxes. And when he spies the rapidly appearing rabbit form he has to admit that he can't wait to see how he turns out. He holds Jon's hand throughout the occasionally painful process.

Jon is shortly a rabbit as well. He is nearly a mirror image of Ryan except for the black spots on his ears and his hair which retained its wavy look. After Jon examines his new body with relish he hugs Ryan close. The other men join in.

"Ryan this feels amazing." Jon says.

"Yeah. Yeah I know." Ryan replies referring more to the exploration of his newfound gay desires than to he and Jon's transformations. He kisses Jon's cheek while a gentle hand from one of the others works its way under Ryan's testicles. The surprising touch shocks his penis to life once again. It has only been minutes, but Ryan's cock is as hard as it was the first time and he imagines he has been 'replenished' as well. Jon has found his way to Ryan's backside and places his dick against his anus as a simple hint. The Latino from before kneels before Ryan holding his cock. Ryan leans over him allowing him to take him orally. Meanwhile Jon prepares to enter Ryan from the rear.

"Are you ready Ryan?" Jon asks while caressing Ryan's firm trunk.

"Awww yeah. Fuck me, nnnfff, good." Ryan says haltingly. The man beneath him carefully laps at his cock causing him to moan occasionally. They begin their three-way.

Grant walks to the center of the room within Ryan's line of sight.

"Ryan I'm really glad I could help you learn about this aspect of your personality." Grant says earnestly. Ryan smiles. "I hope you will enjoy your new life. Now I am going to depart before the police arrive. They are going to have A LOT of questions. Better let you come up with a plan."

"Hunh? Cops? What are you talking..." As soon as he asks the question he understands.

"The two girls who ran away earlier called the police right away." Grant says. Ryan, shocked, gets his partners to let him free. He stands with his dick tall and wagging.

"Wait, shit. Shit! You knew they were coming? Why didn't you tell me!?" Ryan asks in a mounting panic.

"Um I forgot." Grant says in a tone indicating he absolutely did not forget. "Bye Ryan. You're welcome." With this Grant blinks from existence and is gone so suddenly Ryan almost can't remember if he had been there in the first place.

"Shitshitshit. What do I do?" Ryan turns to his cadre. They are entirely unaffected by the situation. They continue to please themselves. In fact Jon has moved onto humping the Latino as the others watch. "Guys seriously?"

*Bwee-Bwee* the sound of sirens approaches and comes to a stop in the parking lot. The stomping of boots sounds directly outside the door. Ryan's ears droop. He sulks in defeat.

"Goddamnit Grant!" He shouts.