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“To us,” the pair cheered together while unenthusiastically toasting their beers.

Under a cloudless, boundless cosmos the two close friends, Rory and Isobel, tipped back their drinks. Rory polished off her third while lightweight Isobel nursed her second. They were sitting in the back of a pickup truck that belonged to the animal shelter where they just volunteered their last day at. The owner of the rescue lent it to them along with the cooler of beers, the truck, blanket, and privacy. Along with a ride home when they wanted it.

Neither young woman thought this day, this moment, would come. Now that they were living it, Rory and Isobel were hoping the night would never end, knowing full well it would.

“We should toast to the rescue next. I’m gonna miss this place, Rory. So fucking much,” a buzzed Isobel fussed as she wiped her lips. She was a petite, olive skinned, green eyed, dirty blonde with smarts, empathy, and a pretend brattiness that came out when she was around Rory, which alcohol further lubricated. “But I need a few minutes to recover from that last sip,” she remarked.

Rory chuckled as she dug another bottle from the cooler. “Whatever you say, little cupcake. Why don’t you go back to explaining all these weird constellations to me. I look up there and it's a lot of random dots. And the moon of course,” she playfully urged Isobel. Tall with a fit build, short auburn hair, brown eyes, Rory was a sardonic, laid back soul who enjoyed hearing Isobel babble.

“S’okay, find the big dipper again. That’s the big spoon one,” Isobel said as she pointed upwards.

“I love big spoons,” Rory smirked while putting an arm around her friend. Her eyes fixed more on Isobel than the sky.

Isobel playfully elbowed Rory in the ribs. “Keep focused, dude. So like I was saying, go to the big dipper and then trace a line from the big bowl past Polaris, that’s the north star I told you about at the start, and then you hit Cassiopeia. It’s the one that looks like a ‘W’.”

“And who is Cassiopeia? Are they the letter ‘W’? Or ‘M’ depending how you look at it,” noted Rory as she cocked her head and sipped her beer.

“She was the Queen of Aethiopia until Poseidon put her in the sky for thinking her daughter was prettier than his,” the well-studied Isobel rattled off with a smile.

Rory turned her head a few different ways looking at the mix of stars. “Poseidon is such a dick. First he puts her in the sky cause he’s got a fragile ego. Then she doesn’t even look like herself. Until she was one of those alphabet people from Sesame Street,” Rory joked respectfully.

“You need to use your imagination a little bit, Rory,” Isobel sighed. “I forgot, you don’t have one of those, do you?”

“Not so much. It looks like a, a, a snake. Honestly, most of the ones you’ve told me about look like snakes. It’s all snakes, Isobel. Snakes!”

Isobel, with a fear of snakes, sat up and punched her friend’s stomach, with a hit that just made Rory laugh harder. “Ahh! Stop it! It’s not all snakes! Take that back!”

“What? I’m just saying…”

“Unsay it then!” Isobel huffed as she punched Rory’s chest next.

“Ow! Fine! They don’t all look like snakes,” Rory complained, whinging in pain. “Jeez, you hit me right in the nipple. Right through the binder and everything, dang it,” she griped.

“I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t say the sky is all snakes! You know I get scared easily. Besides, there is a real snake constellation: Serpens. It’s actually pretty unique itself, if you wanna hear. But no more scaring me like that,” Isobel insisted with her big doe eyes turned up at Rory.

“I promise to shut up about sky snakes while you continue enlightening me,” Rory said earnestly. Before laying back and letting Isobel blabber on about stars and history. Something she would have gladly done all night.

Rory and Isobel had been friends ever since they met in their senior years at high school while volunteering at the very same animal rescue. They came from different backgrounds and their apparent clash of personalities never caused friction. Together they nursed seven abandoned baby rabbits from two different mothers who had passed, becoming inseparable best friends in the process. They went to the same college, started being roommates, and both failed to make the volleyball team. They got their masters together, traveled the world, and knew each other better than anyone.

Along the way the two’s playful flirting in college blossomed into a low key relationship. Rory’s parents were less than approving so Isobel happily played the roommate attached to her hip. And when Rory confided that she wanted to be a man, Isobel supported her without their relationship missing a beat. It stayed a secret between them while Rory figured things out over the last year.

Things were going well when they both graduated three months prior. They rented a place together that was a short drive from the animal rescue they loved. Isobel was lined up for a teacher position at their college and Rory was a few months from financial independence from her parents.

It took a week for all those plans to crumble.

One of the dream jobs that Isobel applied to, fully expecting to be turned down, sent an offer too cushy to turn down. But she would have to live overseas for five years at least. Rory had encouraged Isobel to apply to those dream jobs months ago and that hadn’t changed. As much as it would hurt, she couldn’t deny Isobel her dream.

They went to their landlord to arrange for Rory to take over the lease under her own name. Isobel would be making enough to still pay her share of things so they didn’t expect issues. However when the landlord heard about Isobel working overseas it sparked a long dormant wanderlust in them. By the end of the week they informed the pair they’d be selling the property to fund an extended vacation.

Somehow Rory’s parents found out about her housing situation, her secret relationship with Isobel, and her plans to transition into a man. It resulted in Rory being cut off and ostracized from her entire family within a day. The crummy car her parents had gotten her was taken, her accounts closed, and every cousin, nephew, and every ‘family comes first’ relative blocked her calls and texts.

Through it all Rory made sure Isobel went through with accepting the job. Assuring her girlfriend that she’d find a way and not to worry.

But Rory couldn’t hide how scared she was about her unknown future. Isobel inquired about delaying her start date or waiting a year but they were firm on this being a one time offer- with others waiting to take her place. She’d turned down every other offer by then and would risk her future career if she stayed. And she would have, if Rory hadn’t been absolutely insistent that it would destroy them knowing they’d body Isobel this chance.

They’d lived in a malaise ever since. The fog only lifted when they arrived at the rescue for their shifts. It’s why they took every extra day or hours they could over the last month. Too many good memories, friends (both human and guests), and always work to do let the two forget their ills. Rory and Isobel were themselves while they were in their work slacks, tees, and branded ballcaps. Once they got home and the clothes came off, the dour clouds stormed back into their lives.

By that time tomorrow, Isobel would be on a plane and Rory would be home alone trying to decide what possessions she could sell to get by. Her transition was regretfully on pause. Until she could manage it how she wanted, Rory would keep her name and pronouns. It pained her but she had to. She’d lied to Isobel about going through with it just so she wouldn’t do something stupid, like stay behind for a bundle of problems like her.

Just past midnight, still in their work clothes and with beers in the cooler, neither wanted to be the first to act like a stage in their life was coming to an end. They’d done anything to make it last just a day longer.

“... but that one you can really only see in the winter time. When I visit between semesters I can guide you through- Rory? Are you even paying attention to me?” Isobel asked her distracted friend sharply.

“Yeah, I am! Sort of,” Rory awkwardly apologized.

“Sort of paying attention is not paying attention and you know it,” Isobel sneered.

“But I was paying attention to you! I got distracted just a second or two ago by that big, bright star over there. No wait, over there. Weird, it moved?” Rory attempted to explain.

“Stars don’t usually move, Rory. Thought even you knew that,” a tipsy Isobel teased.

“Seriously! It’s… there! Over there now! See! Right between the big spoon and the unlucky ‘W’ woman. See it?”

“I don’t- well holy shit, you’re right. What the heck is that? It’s definitely moving though. Maybe a satellite?” reasoned Isobel as she narrowed her eyes.

“Looks like a star to me. Maybe it’s one of those… What do ya call ‘em? Running stars?” Rory drunkenly tried to recall.

“You mean shooting stars? I guess but they usually have… tails.”

As Isobel spoke a luminous streak of white stretched out from behind the clearly moving brightest star in the sky. It sparkled like no other thing in the sky. The shooting star’s white light reflected in both women’s wide eyes as they followed its path towards the horizon.

“It’s so pretty. Wish my phone could take a decent picture of the sky at night,” remarked Rory.

“Yeah, I wish…Oh! It’s a shooting star! We have to make wishes!” Isobel hooted while excitedly grabbing and shaking Rory. So much so that her beer fizzed and spilled in her lap.

“Woah, calm the hell down! We can make wishes without wasting beer,” Rory reminded her girlfriend while trying to dry her pants with a corner of blanket. “Did I accidentally waste my wish on a new phone? Did that count?”

“You didn’t really mean it so I don’t think so. In fact, you gotta say it's all special. You say, ‘I wish upon this falling star for…’ and then it's a real wish!” Her creativity always spiking when she had a few drinks in her.

“That doesn’t sound right, but I don’t know enough about shooting stars to dispute you, babe. In that case,” Rory paused to think how to word it all. “Okay, I’ve got it. I wish upon this falling star that we could stay together, with me able to transition into the burly farmer husband my girl needs,” she declared to the sky.

“Awwww, babe! That’s sweet and what I was basically gonna wish for!” Isobel pouted.

“Then just wish for the same thing. That’ll just make it more likely to happen,” reasoned Rory while grabbing herself a new beer.

Isobel vehemently shook her head. “No, I gotta wish for something that compliments yours to cover all the ground we can.”

“How very practical of you. Better hurry and think of something before the star shoots its load,” Rory breezily warned.

“I am! I just need a second to think of the perfect… I’ve got it!” Isobel sat up straight and tried not to slur her words. “I wish upon this falling star for all you wanted plus a big family together, and that we lived right here at the rescue. That way we can wake up in our favorite place with all our friends!”

Rory pulled Isobel close for a kiss on the cheek and forehead. “You’re too precious for this world, babe. That all sounds wonderful. Might want to add a wish to make Ron the owner be fine with us building our house in the parking lot. A big one too. For that big family we’ll have,” she said with a suggestive wink.

“If all that comes true I’m sure Ron will just be happy to have help on hand whenever someone calls out,” Isobel giggled as she returned the wink. She fluffed out her hair and prepared to be kissed. “If only wishes came true.”

“I don’t know. Sometimes they do,” a smiling Rory remarked, pulling Isobel closer.

As their boozy lips met a brilliant flash of light from the shooting star that briefly blinded either woman. When they could see a few seconds later it was back to soaring down towards the far horizon.

“Is that sort of thing normal?” Rory idly asked Isobel as she tried to pick up where their kiss left off.

“I’m sure there’s some kind of explanation. It entered the lower atmosphere or maybe ohhhhhhHHHHHH,” Isobel moaned as Rory kissed her neck. Her curiosity melted away in her lover’s arms.

A sloppy, passionate makeout session broke out with Isobel pulling Rory on top of her. Pillow princess Isobel giggled and whispered dirty things she wanted Rory to do to her. In response, Rory did whatever she wanted and used her strength and size to handle Isobel in the rough, careful way she loved. They gave no second thought to their body’s heating up or their hearts racing when they were in the other’s arms.

A strange chill sent shivers through their bodies in the midst of their overflowing passions. The goosebumps, the twitching in odd places like their ears and tailbone, or like aching of their nose and toes didn’t deter Rory pinning Isobel’s hands above her head. Or Isobel wrapping her legs around Rory’s waist to squeeze.

Too pent up and drunk for either to notice their wishes had begun to come true. An otherworldly magic seeped into clueless Rory and Isobel. Its wild energy caused the aching, cramping, and shivers which they disregarded. However as the magic progressed it’s bestial bent on wish fulfillment revealed itself.

First with pointed tips atop their subtly elongating ears. This while the hard to ignore soreness around the base of their spines had them both sporting short, stubby tails. Writhing, itchy flesh traveled from the reshaping base of their ears to curl the edges like a forest animal’s. Similar growth tugged their new tails out slightly.

Neither woman wanted to be the one to spoil what could be their last time together in a long time. They kept their eyes closed, ignored the throbbing from their protruding ears and rolled on their sides to avoid pinching their freshly grown tails. Avoidance could only work for so long with their changes next tickling their madly twitching noses.

“Mmmmm, you’re pressing into my nose too hard, babe. Lay off a little,” Isobel murmured to Rory as their kisses slowed to become deeper. While the end of her nose throbbed larger, the nostrils constricting, an invisible force squeezed the bridge uncomfortably inward.

“Me? You’re the one pushing your schnozz into me,” Rory refuted. Similar morphing of her nose had her wincing back tears the changes brought on. She kept her eyes closed even as the area under the nose puffed out and a peak formed in the middle of Rory’s upper lip.

Her own upper lip pursing and continued nose pain didn’t stop Isobel playing princess. “Am not! You’re the one trying to crunch my face! And did you bite my lip? Without asking?!” Isobel chided as she struggled to open her eyes and hair out of face.

“I didn’t bite you! I- wait, something’s wrong, Isobel,” Rory blurted out in shock upon seeing her misshapen, bulbous face. Her shock blossomed into near panic when she saw Isobel. The changes to her lover’s face and the wide, floppy ears she was sporting, a single animal came to mind. “ Oh no, Babe, what’s happened to you?. Your face is, is, is changing somehow. You look a lot like a, a, a… bunny rabbit. And it’s getting worse!” an uncharacteristically frightened Rory told Isobel as the pair separated.

“I do? It is?!” Isobel yelped. She cried out again as she groped her face with one hand and tugged her ears with the other. “It is! Heckin’ heck, Rory, what is happening to me? To… to you too! You’ve whiskers and… those ears! You’re getting rabbity too, babe!”

“Yeah, I was worried about that. Is it bad?” Rory asked as she tentatively grasped her own five inch long ears.

“It’s bad! And it looks so freakin’ real, Rory! On you and on me! How is this even possible?!” Isobel hollered as their transformations advanced.

“As if I know! I just want it to stop! It has to stop. It’s going to stop any second, right? Right?!” Rory bellowed, her hands moving to other worrying aches on her body.

“I freakin’ don’t know but it doesn’t seem like it is! Now my teeth are hurting and my ears are getting fuzzy!” exclaimed Isobel in a shaken voice. A fine peach fuzz germinated up and down the length of her floppy ears.

“Shit! So is my tail!” Rory grimaced after rolling over digging it out of their pants.

“You have a tail?!” Isobel was spurred to check her own backside where she found her own lightly furred tail. After blurting out, “I have a tail!” Isobel’s dread gave way to an odd fascination with her ongoing changes. Falling silent as she tried to understand why.

Anything but quiet and fascinated, Rory was sobering up fast to her transformation. “We gotta, we gotta… do… something! Maybe it’s the truck causing it or like, the blanket! We gotta get out of her before- ah! AH! My teef!” Rory cried out when her top front incisors grew prominently long. This as her lower lips, jaw, tongue, and other teeth continued trading human features for a rabbit’s

The relentless ache that transformed their faces never crossed the threshold into excruciating or unbearable pain. The bizarre sounds and sensations of their bones, flesh, tendons, and meat changing were inescapable. They winced, grunted, coughed, and whimpered at opposite ends of the truck bed while unable to do anything but bear what was happening. Isobel doing it with curiosity, and Rory with dismay.

“Thish ish really happeningsh to me. To you. To us. It’sh not stopping, Ishobel!” Rory complained with a lisp from her altered mouth.

“It’sh definitely happening, babe. I’m not shuresh what we can do to, to, to schopsss it,” Isobel replied in a calm, shaky voice. All while casually plucking out chunks of her shedding blonde hair and watching them fall.

When Rory rubbed her head she inadvertently brushed most of it away. A fine layer of glossy white and black fur already stretched across her scalp from ear to ear. Rory interrupted Isobel’s detached inquisitiveness to her changes as warning signs of a mental breakdown. That put the onus on Rory to get them through whatever this was.

“Ishobel! Come on, we can’t schtay here. Maybe if we can get inshide and find Ron he’ll be able to help with what’sh happening to ush. We gotta try,” Rory proposed while dropping the back tailgate she’d been sitting against.

Her sweaty, numb fingers fumbling with locks she didn’t remember being so big. Finally getting it down, an overexcited Rory didn’t notice how loose her pants had gotten when trying to stand. Leading to her tumbling unceremoniously onto the crushed gravel lot.

“Rory!” Isobel shouted as she scrambled over the blankets to the tailgate. She found her girlfriend sprawled and twitching on her back. With her clothes appearing a size too small thanks to a slimming frame. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Shay schomething!”

“Schomething,” Rory sniveled from embarrassment as much as pain. “And of course I’m not okay, Isobel. Look at us, babe!” she added while peering up at Isobel’s wobbling ears and scrunched face.

“Sshorry, schorry, force of habit to ask.” Isobel shimmied herself off the tailgate. Then gingerly helped Rory up. The two’s baggy clothing hampering their movements. “I don’t want to shcare you but I think we’re schhrinking too,”

“Crud, we are, aren’t we!?” Rory exclaimed in a squeaky voice. Her cramping fingers and nagging pain from stretching bones gave the paradoxical feeling that Rory was growing while desperately having to hold her pants up.

Both women shed muscle, fat, and inches by the second. Giving a gauntness to their progressively monstrous forms. Their twisted backs bent them forward on shaky, distended feet. Which were themselves flowering into elongated, furry, rabbit’s feet inside their socks. The changes were coming on fast and every labored breath brought them closer to the bunnyhood- and the ground.

“Babe, come on. We have to get to the, the door, babe. I can’t do it alone,” Rory said while attempting to straighten her back out. The side door to the rescue was thirty yards away. To Rory it was a sliver of hope to escape what she felt coming.

“Sh-Shure, Rory. We can try,” a squeaky voiced Isobel agreed, offering her shaky arm for Rory to balance herself. Isobel lacked her lover’s urgency and fear but would always support her.

“We can make it if we hurry!” insisted Rory as she shuffled them both forward.

A walk that normally took less than thirty seconds dragged out interminably. Losing a foot in height and dozens of pounds drenched their clothing in sweat. Heavier, looser clothing caused a lot of problems. Isobel let her socks fall off. Rory wore hers until her elongated, bulbous feet tore them to shreds.

Around the halfway mark their pants had to be discarded. Their shirts hung near to their knees, covering their muscled, broad thighs. Below that their hairy calves and feet had to be balanced on precariously. Rory stumbled repeatedly trying to walk like nothing had changed. So Isobel, moving more akin to a rabbit, had to stop and help her up.

They slowed down, their changes sped up.

“The shhhirts have to go, Rory. You can barely move your armsh. Let me helpsh you,” Isobel cajoled while already pawing at her girlfriend’s sagging shirt.

“Do I haft to?” Rory weakly protested with a fainter voice. One of her crooked, shrunken arms was caught under her shirt and prevented her from stopping Isobel. Who followed suit with her own shirt.

“We haft to, babe. Look at ush,” Isobel said flatly.

They’d gotten close enough to the door for the light above it to deny how much they’d changed. Barely four feet tall, hunched, hairy, and inhuman; their remaining undergarments dangling on their skeletal hips and chest. The contrast in their fur pattern- short, glossy black and white fur in Rory’s case and shades of velvety gray for Isobel- showed better in the light too. Tufts covered some places while those few bare spots left just highlighted how much fur there was.

“Don’t jusht schand there! Come on, babe! We’re so close!” a beleaguered Rory stubbornly stated. In just her chest binder and short underwear, Rory continued ahead.

Isobel sighed. “Right behind you, babe,” she promised as she tried to unclip her bra. Her short, fat fingers, elongated palms, and stubby thumbs laboring in vain.

“It’sh okay. I’ll wait for you there,” Rory assured in a softerm higher pitched voice than last she spoke.

Getting rid of most of her clothes made the last few yards to the door her fastest. But closer brought Rory fully into the light. She didn’t like being able to see what was becoming of her. Nor did she like how big the door was compared to her. For someone so accustomed to being big, it was ego shattering for a woman already on the edge.

“Schtupid knob! I can’t… quite… get… it… Argg!” Rory chirped as she hopped up and down. Her scrawny arms and paws unable to quite reach the door knob. Rory kept trying despite her transformation shrinking any chance of getting in away. “Let me in! Ron! Helpsh ush! Help!” Rory squeaked.

Isobel hopped up on Rory unawares, having shrunk so much that her bra could fall off on its own. As did her panties. “Rorrryyyy, schtop. He can’t hear you and, and he couldn’t help anyway. You have to know that, babe,” Isobel pleaded while nudging Rory’s back with her nose.

“You don’t knowsh that!” Rory whimpered with her strength failing. She kept at it until her binder slipped and pinned her arms down. The fight in her faltered and she collapsed. Blubbering, “No, no, no, no. Ishy, I don’t wannash be a… little b-b-bunny girl.”

A friendly pink nose wrapped in velvety gray fur nuzzled and licked Rory’s cheek. “Ish okay, babe. You won’t be. Let me helpsh you,” Isobel comforted as she pawed at Rory’s binder.

“I won’t? How cansh you schay that?! Looksh at ush!” Rory pouted. Her eyes looked anywhere but down. “We’re gonna be a couple of freakin’ bunniesh!”

“Yesh but-”

“But what? What do you schee that I don’t!” a shrill Rory shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Yesh, I do,” Isobel squeaked back while nuzzling down Rory’s neck and chest. She was able to use her teeth to open the front zipper of her girlfriend’s binder. It sprung open against Isobel’s ears as she licked her way to Rory’s furry crotch.

“Ishy! What are you doingsh down- hey!” Rory gasped when she realized Isobel’s destination. Then gasped again feeling a warm wet tongue licking at something new. “Wh-What ish this… feeling? Cuz I, I, I… lovesh it.”

Isobel took her time slowing down her tongue before answering. “Haven’t given a proper blowshjob before scho I hopesh you liked your firsht with a dick, Rrrroryyy,” Isobel giggled, her nose twitching away. “Your wissshesh came true!”

Rory cocked her in disbelief. “Are you nutsh? I never wischhed to be a rabbit. I-”

“...wanted to be a boy. And you definitely are now, baby,” Isobel reassured as she went down between Rory’s legs again. Doing so comfortably from all fours.

“But I-” Rory squeaked and mewled as her girlfriend’s eager bunny tongue returned to licking her newly sprouted manhood. A new set of sensations radiated from between her furry thighs. The pleasure was so divine that Rory rested her front paws on Isobel’s head. “Howsh this posh- poshi- poschee…”

Rory’s words trailed off into chitters. Her lover’s words hit differently with Rory cognizant of her throbbing bunny dick and balls. Seeing no breasts on her furry chest along with the surge of male hormones to her brain brought a clarity dreamed of. She stitched together the falling star, their ambiguous wishes, and the rabbits they were about to be. Coming to terms with what Isobel already had.

The two women’s bodies no longer bore a human likeness. Looking like unusually oversized, partially furred, rabbit monsters. The hideous sounds of cracking bones and writhing flesh were dying down the closer to their new bunny forms they got. Their human wits were spared the same shrink while instincts to fit a pair of bunnies fueled a seamless transition of desires.

The early tumult of their transformations had become a passionate acceptance now that they were nearer the end. Isobel could feel her throat and mouth aching shut. So she reluctantly pulled away from Rory’s well licked bunny cock. Hoping she could still speak.

“I lovesh yoush, Rorree. Alwaysh will,” a soft, squeaky voiced Isobel promised into the fluff of her girlfriend’s neck. Words she was happy to be her last.

Hearing the sweet words, Rory had to concentrate to say what she wanted. “Love you, babe. We are together and we’re… home,” a barely audible Rory vowed. They were curled against the door atop her old binder and undies. “Home togethersh.”

Neither found themselves needing words to express what they both felt. The love, the feral lust, and grounding sense that they’d manage. Somehow. For the time being they let their lusts do the talking.

Their transformations completed with Rory mounting Isobel. She was thrilled to get to fuck her girl like she’d always wanted. With her own dick no less. That it was a rabbit’s cock didn’t matter. It definitely didn’t matter to Isobel, who was falling in love all over again with Rory.

They fucked liked horny little rabbits right there at the doorstep to the rescue. Collapsing next to each other afterwards in a panting heap. Both stinking of bunny sex and human sweat.

Once they caught their breath, Rory and Isobel moved somewhere they knew they’d be guaranteed safety, warmth, and best of all, privacy. Hopping off together, they gleefully ditched their humanity and responsibilities for a simpler life. Close to home.

The owner of the rescue went out at half past one in the morning expecting to find the two women passed out in the truck bed. Finding instead the pair's clothing, shed hair, spilled beers, and other disparate clues had the older man worried something bad had happened to one of both. While hurrying back into the rescue for his flashlight, he saw the light was on for the rescue’s twenty-four hour drop-off for animals. There he found two rabbits, a black and white checkered giant and a small, gray dutch, pressed together and fast asleep.

Piecing together what had happened, the owner woke the rabbits to confirm what he suspected. After that, arrangements were made for the rescue to adopt the two rabbits. Giving them the names of recently departed long-time volunteers didn’t raise any eyebrows for other staff. Who came to love the smart, lively pair of rabbits and consummate rescue mascots. Caring for them and their many, many, many offspring for decades to come.