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The world had changed again, and not for the better. Night was closing in all around, which meant danger for the lone rabbit hauling his treasures back to the shelter he had cobbled together from materials torn from the earth. With the fading evening light, it was smarter to run than look back to see if anything was following him.

Ricky heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the hazy orange glow upon the horizon. Even the angry, liquid fire from the veins of the earth could be tamed. He had made it into part of his protection. He carefully set one foot on the narrow bridge, testing it like he always did. The row of guardians on either side did not awaken. He walked under their alert gaze, not daring to look down into the bubbling heat.

The rabbit trusted they would be enough to keep the terrifying creatures out of his home. The shambling ones and spiders couldn't survive the onslaught when those golems struck them down. Hissing monsters seldom made it through. Just in case, his walls were packed down with the blocks of black stone almost nothing could destroy. He crossed the entrance to his shelter finally, peering through the blocks of nearly transparent quartz to make certain nothing lurked outside. Sure of his safety, the bunny sat down with crossed legs and examined his finds. He hadn't had time for much more than reinforcing the defenses of his home and visiting his farm only a little distance. The watermelons grown there had become almost as important as his hens another distance away. They practically harvested themselves, Ricky thought as he cracked open the fruit's hard rind with a pick.

Nothing tasted as good after a day of laboring to keep himself alive. His teeth scraped every bit of ripe red from the melon's hull as the sweet juices dribbled down his chin. He was famished and soon it would be time to check the perimeter one more time before closing his eyes to rest. Then more toil to keep him safe and fed.

The rabbit licked the traces of watermelon from his fingers. Satisfied he had gotten everything, he collected the rubbish and stood. Dropping it into the fiery flow under his bridge made for easy removal and the way the flames charred the trash made him think it was almost like a sacrifice to make sure he was protected.

Ricky approached the lava, yawning. Watching with interest his entertainment for the evening, throwing the rind on the surface of the incinerating river of fire and seeing it ignite and sink.

Then there was a sound like the whoosh of something past his head. The rabbit stepped back as another projectile flew past him, barely missing him. He saw the head of the guardian lined up with him, those mindless eyes staring straight at the one who had built them as it attacked again.

Ricky dove for the entrance, quickly shutting himself in. Gasping for breath as he saw their projectiles impact fruitlessly on the exterior wall. The bunny slumped against the wall as he wondered what had gotten into them. Was this some new enemy spawned to plague him?

He looked down at his legs, making sure he was alright after his tumble for safety. The scrap of patterned orange cloth he'd fashioned into shorts were his only covering as he rested his head against the stone of his shelter and tried to get his bearings.

It was then that he noticed it. There was something on his fur. It covered the fingers of his right hand like it had been caught in a splash, leaving traces of black clinging to him. He turned his hand over to examine it, touching it with the fingers of his left. It felt smooth and slick, with almost a viscous quality to it. The black coated most of his palm as he rubbed at it. It didn't feel like it was simply covering his fur, but there in place of it. Glossy smoothness that had wrapped around each of his digits as he stared, overawed.

The rabbit had never seen anything like this. It trickled further, spreading until he realized that from his fingers up to his wrist, it was all black now. His claws were no longer short and trimmed. Longer now and sharp like talons in wicked, gleaming black.

Ricky screamed as he realized whatever had touched him was changing him. Horrified at the thought that he would soon be like this all over. It seemed to be engulfing more of him by the second, and by the time his cries had faded into muted whimpering the dark skin had consumed his whole hand and most of his arm.

The rabbit's head pounded, his sanity under siege by the idea of his own body attacking itself like this now. He opened his mouth to find his tongue spilling out. Impossibly long, it darted so he could see it as a pale blue thing that slid out of his maw. Ricky's prehensile limb writhed like a snake with an impaling tip to its end. Clear slime and glossy black goo dripped from it. The rabbit shuddered when he realized what his body now looked like inside. He reached for the tongue tentacle, only to find it dribbling onto his fingers and wrapping around the untouched fur of his other hand to taste it.

Trying to pull away from the nightmare tendril his mouth had unleashed, he saw the stain of slick blackness on his stomach. Another on his leg, seeping under his shorts. It wasn't satisfied with only part of him. His cock responded to the idea with strange arousal as the rabbit slid his shorts down and saw a trickle of pale blue seed, like what dripped off his tongue. A base part of him enjoyed what this was doing, his fingers timidly touching the glossy black stains on his shaft. It was only a matter of time until they consumed this, too.

Ricky could only moan around the thick tendril loosed from his maw. Every dull throb of his cock seemed to pump more of the slick black through him to spread further. His thighs had glossy darkened patches all over where his chestnut fur had once been. His chest splattered with smooth skin that joined together. The tongue licked over his nipples now that they were coated with it, relishing the shiver of terrible delight that sent through him.

Why not enjoy it? Why not encourage it with two hands on his cock now that they were both an alien black? He could feel his balls churning with a load of whatever he produced now. Begging him to pump it out over his glossy fingers as the slick transformation crept up his neck, the tip of one of his ears already showing the signs. The rabbit knew it wanted to spread. Spread..consume....engulf..devour....corrupt... His body would be a gift to what was overtaking him. The idea felt right as liquid obedience trickled into his ears, finding its way towards his mind.

Ricky stroked his glossy prick, delighting in the pale blue color of the head that burbled fresh cum. The tendril that sprang from his mouth wrapped around his fingers to work his cock further. His legs were smooth gloss down to his ankles. The claws of his toes started to show signs of lengthening and sharpening. Meaty rabbit paws with slick spots that grew as he watched.

It would have him soon. Willingly as he groaned with another orgasm that made the veins of his cock throb harder. Spreading it everywhere inside him. Spreading was good. Spreading pleased him. It made his tongue squeeze at the bobbing shaft that had grown while it had turned black and glossy. The shorts were torn and tattered and forgotten.

The slick contamination reached his face and mouth. Ricky's muzzle now as black and smooth as the rest of his body. He saw his feet were now as dark and glossy as his fingers. Another spurting climax reminded him how wonderful this was as the inky substance flooded his mind. The rabbit's eyes closed as he worked his cock again while it learned everything as it became him. The black, glossy perfection was the end of Ricky as individual. The secrets melted into the creeping, fluid skin. What he had built to protect against intruders and dangerous creatures. How to keep out what he had become. The tools and materials that could wound them.

With a final shudder, the former rabbit grew still. A moment passed and he opened pale blue eyes that stared at the space around him. Wide, eerie orbs that saw without pupils now. He stood and gave a low growl as he sensed something. The world around him dissolved into fragments of colors and textures before he vanished.

The wolf lifted his head from the sight on the crossbow, doubting what he had seen standing there for a moment. The creature looked like night itself, except for those eyes that seemed to find him. Nothing stood there now as he muttered to himself about the insanity of being caught out of doors at night.

'Ssssssspread....,' it rasped behind him. He turned and raised his weapon, only to be confronted with those pale eyes that froze him in place as the thing's tongue slithered out of that rabbit maw. He shivered when it caressed the side of his face, gurgling a scream when the nimble tendril plunged into his mouth.

The change would bring an end to this one soon. His body was already speckled with slick, black patches as it took him...