FSE

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With one eye half-concentrating on the upcoming set of traffic lights, switching from green to amber, Zach drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Come on..." He urged the vehicles ahead of him to keep going; they were so close to being able to squeak through the intersection before the lights changed properly! Anticipation was making him impatient.

It seemed like luck wasn't on Zach's side today: the lights changed to warning red, and he grunted as traffic sped across in front of them as his own car idled. Venting his frustration through his nostrils, Zach continued tapping his fingers on the firm steering wheel, an odd seriousness on his young, handsome face.

That face turned slightly, to glance out of the open window on the driver's side; an abruptly loud, muffled laugh burst through the warm, end-of-summer air from the corner of the park nearby. Zach gave the park's closest occupants a quick look: there were several small bunches of a larger group, many dressed to varying degrees of animal costume. One finger uncurled from the steering wheel, and as he pointed with it, he turned his head towards his passenger in the seat beside him. "Hey, look at them!"

Vic gave a non-committal grunt as he rudely tore his attention away from the incompletely-changed settings showing on the video camera's display. Giving Zach's face a quick glance as his eyes headed towards the open window, he noticed the "jokey" grin that had appeared. Seeing the crowd of furries sitting and standing in the park, he shrugged: he didn't have much to contribute. "Weird." His eyes shifted between Zach and the camera; he held up the latter slightly. "Did you want me to film them?"

A scrap from the furry's continuing conversation drifted through the window, oddly clear; it stopped Zach from answering immediately. "It's just too weird. I can't use my usual tricks on them, there's too big a chance one of them will enjoy it!" Then there was a loud, deep laugh; Zach didn't know who had spoken first, but he easily picked out the laugher. The guy was the most prominent person in the group, which said a lot when some were top-to-toe in animal costumes: he looked like the furries had stopped off at their local gymgrocer to pick up this morning's harvest. The huge guy stretched over a bench for two, the singlet clinging to his massive shoulders with what looked like black dental floss. He was laughing at something that, presumably, the white rabbit opposite him had said.

Zach quickly mulled over the idea again before responding. Vic had the germ of a good idea for a video there, he thought, but that big guy might not appreciate the intrusion. "Nah," Zach decided, "everyone shits on furries already, that's not going to excite anyone. Besides, I need to keep a low profile today."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Satisfied, Vic went back to changing the camera settings for filming outside. He was silently relieved Zach wasn't in the mood for a spontaneous prank on the furries; he had seen the huge guy as well and didn't want his fingers broken, or worse.

The traffic lights changed, and by the time Zach had driven them across the intersection, the odd sighting of the furries had been mostly forgotten. Zach's eyes glanced up from the road to the sky for a fraction of a second, just long enough to see the slow, unwavering approach of a sheet of unexpectedly dark clouds. "You sure about the weather? That sky doesn't look happy. I don't want to spend my whole day walking back and forth in the woods while it pisses down on me."

Vic didn't even bother glancing up this time. "I'm not God, man, I don't control the weather. I checked my phone just before we left, just to make sure. It's probably going to pass over us. If it rains, it probably won't last long, and the clouds and the rain will add atmosphere."

"I don't want to get hypothermia if I can't remember my fucking lines, or you miss your cue." Zach followed the flow of traffic, passing by landmarks he recognised from when they had gone location scouting earlier that week. He stuck to the side; they weren't heading too far out of town. "I don't want to actually die, you know."

"You've gotta suffer for art, man," Vic dismissed. He scratched at the coarse bristles on his face; he wasn't used to shaving, so all the straggly fresh hairs that had sprouted on his nude chin felt weird. Deciding to be magnanimous, he suggested - and not for the first time - something he'd been trying to convince Zach about since they began really planning out this idea. "If it gets bad, we can just put in some cuts. I've been looking into better ways to hide them." The camera, now ready for Zach to use, got switched off. Vic returned it to its carry case, which was carefully lobbed onto the back seat. While he waited for an answer, he went back to getting more stuff ready: taking the time to untangle the cords they had jammed into a plastic bag that sat by his black sneakers.

"People are going to notice those 'techniques'," Zach derided. "Then the first fucking comment is going to be 'Nice of your killer to cut your video for you before uploading it!'"

Vic laughed, scratching at his missing beard. "Why, it's not like I don't do that already!"

The grin reappeared on Zach's face. "I always thought you had to be crazy to do all that editing shit."

Vic wished he still had the camera, because he wanted to make a slasher noise and "stab" it at Zach. For a brief moment, his brain dredged up some of the hateful comments they'd given Zach. He looked over, trying to see what was so "smug" or "douchey" or "up his own ass" about his grin - some of the more polite comparisons - and came up with zilch. That was just Zach: he smiled the same way when they were joking around while working on videos, or with Zach's other friends getting high, or when Zach was setting Vic up with Jess. If it weren't for Zach, Vic was convinced he'd still be the same socially awkward virgin he'd been when he graduated high school. "They just don't know what a great guy he is."

Even though he was the first to come to Zach's defense - maybe second, if Zach's parents were included - Vic still felt a bit of anxious excitement. Sure, they'd warned the local cops before-hand that they might get calls about Zach's death at the hand of a masked slasher: most of the people who faked their deaths on YouTube were, in his mind, amateurs. They'd been drunk when the idea had come up, but they were sober, with eyes glowing as they built the nebulous thing into something they could actually do, and what they'd do different from all the other YouTubers: the whole thing done in a single shot, making sure the cops knew that it was just some gullible fans, leaving clues for fans in earlier videos that the more clever ones would spread around Zach's followers, uploading the video to a second channel, the first in what Zach would fill with his more adventurous, creative stuff.

They toyed with the idea of having Zach turn out to be the killer in an amazing reveal; the single-shot ruled out that idea, although Vic still liked it. Instead, he was roped in to play the slasher. "Thank god I can wear a mask." Hanging around Zach made Vic feel pretty average, at least where the attention of the opposite sex came in. Scratching at his beard, he lamented what he'd had to give up already for this video. He'd tried wearing the mask with the beard, and with his long, curly hair, but it stuck out of the black hoodie and then everyone they knew would know it was him. Vic was far happier behind the camera; Zach, he felt, was welcome to the fame that being the face brought.

The car passed well beyond the fringes of town, hitting the highway proper. The wind rustled through Zach's hair from the open window. The weather had been cooling off already, and the clouds were bringing a chill with them, but the excitement of seeing their biggest project to the end was getting both young men's blood pumping fast around their bodies, hearts quivering excitedly.

"Turn's coming up," Vic warned, looking up from the current tangle of cords in his hands.

"Thanks, Google." Zach's hands flashed between the steering wheel and the indicator; on the outside of the car, the turning lights began to blink, as if some half-sleeping metal monster was stirring awake. The car took to the shoulder gracefully - Zach was a good driver - and there was only a few necessary judders as he turned onto the dirt road that should have been in use by the logging trucks. With everything so dry, logging was a massive fire hazard.

Vic looked out the window as the highway retreated, able to relax now that everything was ready to set up once they arrived. Turning towards the trees, he gave a shudder: the uniformity of the pines gave an odd sense of prison bars, bars that they were creeping towards. There was even a gate: it's what kept them from driving deeper into the trees the first time they came out here. He found himself grinning without actually feeling happy, and without knowing exactly why.

Zach didn't notice; he was too busy paying attention to the road to feel unsettled. The car bucked and swerved in the ruts past logging trucks had dug into the dirt. The gate loomed up ahead. He glanced in the rear view mirror. He hoped they were far enough from the highway that they wouldn't be spotted, but even if they were they already had an excuse planned out: a pit stop demanded by a call of nature, one that demanded a little more than half a minute of hanging your dick out just off the highway.

The car shuddered to a stop, the front grill kissing the gate. They sat there for a moment, the excitement and unease churning through the air. Then the spell was over; Zach wound up the window, and Vic unbuckled his seat belt. They engaged in a flurry of activity: Vic unpacked the laptop and the spare battery for it and the camera, while Zach unpackaged the camera itself. There was even a portable generator plus fuel in the back, just in case: neither of them had tried to film something this long without a cut before, and definitely not this long outdoors.

Zach came over, patting Vic on the shoulder as he squatted by the car's open door. "I'm going to walk the walk, make sure there isn't anything for us to trip over, probably do a few run-throughs of the script. Give a shout when you're ready."

"Will do." Vic nodded.

"Don't forget to get dressed for your big YouTube debut!" Zach grinned.

"Sure, sure," Vic waved him off. With his feet starting to turn numb, he stood up and stretched. He watched Zach walk around the gate - the area wasn't fenced off - and dissolve into the trees. He felt something cold creep along his spine: something about the way the clouds made the shadows fall right now seemed add an extra bit of spook to the area. He smiled automatically again, and said "Perfect" to nobody in particular.

Now that they were here, however, Vic was starting to feel a big knot growing in his stomach. They hadn't gotten permission to film, so they could still get into some serious trouble; but that was out of their budget, especially while they were still growing Zach's brand. Time was a factor too: by the time they contacted the right person, the trees would have been felled.

It wasn't just legal nerves that made Vic feel like things were off. He stretched, looking over at the highway, perspective-shrunken cars whizzing past them. The traffic sounds were oddly muted, like the highway was actually farther away. "Probably just a pocket of low traffic." He wasn't convinced, but he had other things to worry about.

Now that he had all the most urgent technical stuff set up, Vic had to change for his on-screen debut. He grabbed the pile of clothing he'd left on the back seat: an Oreo of black jeans and black hoodie sandwiching a white mask. Zach had asked not to see it - he'd heard that they hadn't warned the Alien cast about the chest-bursting scene - and while Vic guessed something would screw up the one take they had to do that properly, if they got the first take flawlessly, the video would be one of their best for a long time.

Vic glanced around warily; not expecting company but feeling like someone was watching him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled up, and a single raindrop splattered on them. His heart raced, until he realised what it had been. He grinned anxiously, bending over to untie his shoes. He popped his head up, unable to feel settled enough to let the uneasy feeling go.

Tugging off his shoes, Vic took another proper look around as he stretched out a crick in his lower back. He couldn't shake the sense that someone other than Zach was hanging around. "Hello?" He felt stupid for calling out - he hadn't done so loudly, just in case - but he needed to do something to shake the bad case of the willies he'd caught. Nobody materialised, however, and with nothing else to delay him, he unbuckled his belt.

Giving his surroundings one final, methodical check - now out of a desire for privacy as well as to calm his clearly irrational fears - Vic yanked off his regular jeans, pulling them off his legs. He yanked them off, his butt straining against his boxers. He hurried; he didn't want to give Zach any excuses to hang around here, and went over the actions they practised in his head. More unsettling shadows accompanied the creeping sheet of dark cloud spreading across the sky. More raindrops fell down in an unnatural pattern, sending a shiver down his back as he bent over.

"Nice view."

Since one of Vic's feet was half-in the black jeans, when he yelped and spun at the unexpected voice, he fell on his rump. A yelp escaped him, as his jeans seemed to tangle themselves deliberately around his legs. He looked up, trying to pinpoint the speaker, but the source of the voice had vanished.

"Don't hurry on my account."

Vic's uneasy feeling ratcheted up. Now the voice seemed to be coming from a completely different direction than it had before, so if the person was somehow out of sight, they must have moved impossibly fast. He tried to scramble to his feet, every sense on high alert as he scanned everything around him.

For a second, Vic almost felt the warmth of the foreign, fuzzy finger that reached out of nowhere. It pressed against the cleft between his buttocks for only a second, then it snapped the elastic waistband on his boxers. This was swiftly followed by a deep, unearthly chuckle.

"Then again, you're in a hurry, right? Don't want to get caught trespassing, do you? You naughty boy!"

A soft, furry hand grabbed Vic's foot. He sprawled on the ground, wincing as his junk got unexpectedly crushed against his body. With no time to brace his head either, his banged nose throbbed.

Vic turned his head. The first thing he saw was the foot: white and fluffy, and lifting rapidly as it tapped impatiently by his head. The other he couldn't see, but he could definitely feel; it was only a small foot, attached to a slender leg if its mate was anything to go by, but it pinned him down with an unexpected strength. The muscles in the lanky legs weren't what was causing the tracksuit pants legs to bulge out; that was the fur that didn't seem welcome under that layer. Above that was a hoodie, the twin of the one sitting folded on the car seat mere inches away. Small fuzzy white hands poked out of the sleeves, and although the head was covered in a white rabbit mask, if the face awkwardly pushing behind it was any indication, it wasn't needed, especially not with two long rabbit ears poking out from under the hood.

The mask had a different purpose: to completely terrify Vic. The white rabbit face sported blazing red eyes, straight out of some infernal pit of monsters. The frozen smile was nothing like a rabbit's should be; it was filled with grinning, blade-sharp triangles as "teeth". Vic wondered for a moment whether the mask was actually better than what was underneath.

When the interloper spoke again, this time without vanishing back into the ether, Vic was thankful the mask's lips hadn't budged an inch. "Don't worry, I'm sure you and Zach can weasel out of it by calling it a 'prank'. The two of you seem to like pranks a lot, don't you? You've certainly played enough of them. I think maybe I ought to play a little 'prank' of my own..."

For a moment, Vic expected the mask's horrible red eyes would blink, and the corners of its mad grin would curl up a little more at the corners. Warm urine threatened to leak out of him, leaving him in his very own warm puddle. He continued to look up, unable to squirm out from the steel-strong force of the rabbit's foot.

The rabbit faced him. "But maybe you've been forced into filming all of your friends little 'pranks'. My, my! Hiding behind your camera like a timid little rabbit." The word "rabbit" was all it took; the lips of the mask actually moved as Vic watched, and he moaned in horror. The puddle of urine that had threatened to form before was birthed underneath him. Then the mask was back to its original appearance, as if nothing had happened. The whole episode only lasted a moment, but despite the illogic, it felt to Vic like the most real thing in the world.

"Well, fellow rabbit, if you like, you can consider this a free lesson: it might be right or wrong, but a man is known by the company he keeps, and you've got some rather..." The rabbit seemed to shudder physically. "...irritating company. Maybe you ought to go find some new friends, hm?" The rabbit chuckled; the magic stayed frozen. "Well, I've got to run. It's almost time for my big YouTube debut!"

Something metal flashed in the rabbit's paw. It hadn't been there while Vic had watched, or so he thought. Even not seeing it properly gave him a sharp chill; he knew what it most probably was, and only wished he had more urine if it meant not being able to connect what was going to happen next if he didn't do anything. Zach's stupid "jokey" grin floated into his mind's eye.

The rabbit departed; it bounded over the car - and the gate beyond - with one easy, inhuman leap.

Vic continued to sprawl on the ground, his mind a blur of contradicting information. He quickly decided on the most important thought: there was no way he could leave Zach here alone with a psychotic rabbit, especially one armed with a knife, and which could intimidate the strongest person around.

Still not wearing any proper pants, Vic pushed himself to his feet.

* * *

After the initial shock of seeing the mask on the figure loping towards him, Zach was secretly pleased. "Good job, Vic!" he thought, his heart still racing at just one glance. He'd never been scared by a masked figure before, but this one looked like the person behind it was completely psychotic. "Don't get the gloves. It would be nice if you hadn't fucked up your cue, but let's roll with it."

Zach didn't say any of these things: he knew his completely surprised reaction had been good, and he didn't want to ruin this take. For a moment, he felt genuine fear as the masked figure crashed into frame. His heart was pounding before he'd even started running away. He stole a glance over his shoulder. Vic was going to be happy when he saw the footage later: he was completely unrecognisable in his costume, and that oddly quick shamble-run didn't look like something a human being could pull off.

Jumping ahead in the script was fine; Zach's improvisational squeal of fright was better than his scripted reaction. His voice came out crackly and hoarse, and he was surprised at how spooked he was, even though he'd been expecting this type of thing. His hand clutched the camera tightly, because Vic would actually kill him if he dropped it. He'd gone to the track to practice running while holding the camera, so Zach was sure he'd gotten at least one good shot of Vic's amazing costume. Adding to the surge of adrenaline was an almost audible counter of all the milestones this video was going to pass when they uploaded it.

Then Zach heard Vic scream.

It wasn't an acted cry of bloodlust; Vic's voice cracked with terror, rather than insanity. Zach heard the first of it clearly, everything else seemed to run together into a single, long word. "Run, Zach! It's some crazy fuckandhe'sgotaknife!" The hood fell away, and long white ears sprang into view.

Zach glanced behind him, but it wasn't necessary, as his protesting brain told him what he was going to see. Vic - the real Vic - was now chasing after him, the masked figure running between them. Zach paused, blinking; it couldn't be real. Things like this just didn't happen in real life. Something in his brain, spiking with horror then insisted it was very real, and if he wanted to get out of this mess, he had to go right now. "Shit!" He dropped the camera, sprinting haphazardly into the forest. There was no plan at first, not at first; he just needed to get distance between them. Vic was shouting again, but it was an incoherent mess by the time it got to Zach's brain.

Trees whizzed by Zach, turning into a green-brown kaleidoscope. Trying to claw back rational thought, he tried to remember which way it was to the highway: getting there meant he could get to the car, or if there was no time get somewhere where help would know where he is. He turned and twisted, occasionally looking over his shoulder. Vic had vanished, and he was only being chased by one figure. Zach hoped Vic hadn't been killed.

The glance told him the figure had gained on him. Zach's breath was starting to whistle as his throat wanted to squeeze shut. His body was running on pure adrenaline, but even that had its limits. He felt his legs wobble, his knees throbbing painfully. Points of failure flashed through his mind. There were few roots and logs to trip over, but he still managed to stumble over something, rolling over the ground, his mind shrieking at him that he was dead. That was what Zach still believed when the rabbit-man pounced on him, the knife plunging into his flesh.

Zach waited for the flash of pain, but it didn't come; the only thing that hurt were his joints and the screaming muscles in his legs. The rabbit-man's weight pinned him to the ground, a joyless chuckle coming from behind the mask.

"Can't take a prank, Zach? I'm shocked!"

Something landed on the ground by Zach's head. He didn't even know he'd closed his eyes, until he opened them warily to check. The knife had looked gigantic before, like a machete; up close, he realised that the blade was obviously fake. His mind spun in confusion, as the rabbit-man continued to laugh; he felt the weight come off of him, fuzzy hands jerking him up with surprising strength.

"Come on, let's go find that friend of yours."

* * *

Since the crazy rabbit-man was between him and Zach, Vic had no chance of getting to him. Once he could think clearly again, he quickly legged it back towards the car. He needed to get his phone; if there wasn't any signal out here, then he was going to drive back to the highway and flag someone down. He remembered Zach had left the keys in the car, and Vic was never more happy about anything.

Just as he emerged from the trees, the blackening, cloud-choked sky above the cleared stretch between the woods and the highways blinked in bright, alternating red and blue lights. "Is that the cops?" Vic couldn't believe his luck, as he saw the police cruiser gliding along the dirt road towards the car. He hoped the cruiser would slow down as he ran to it; getting his second wind, he sprinted towards it, jumping with preternatural skill over various unseen obstacles. Waving his hands in the air, and with tears of relief running down his face, Vic shouted, his voice strange and stilted as the words stumbled and bolted out of his mouth. "Please! You gotta help me! There's a crazy guy after Zach, and..."

Vic's voice scrambled back down his throat as the driver emerged from the police cruiser. Because of the brilliance of the flashing lights, he had been converted into a black silhouette. His sprint towards the car came to an abrupt halt, staring at the wrong shape in disbelief. The head of the creature that had gotten out of the car was not entirely human; as it stepped forwards, and the silhouette filled in, the first detail Vic could really see was wrong. A large, ivory horn jutting out of the top front of a gravel-grey muzzle. Coarse lines ran across the skin, the fine details of the thing's leathery hide leaping out at Vic while the rest of the rhinoceros head appeared, sitting on top of a thick neck and a heavily-muscled, mostly - but only mostly - human body. Stranger still, the rhino-man was actually dressed up as a cop.

The rhino-cop slammed the door of the police cruiser shut. Unaware his existence was impossible, it stared at Vic from dull, almost bored, eyes that glimmered with an ember of red fire, and tugged up the uniform's dark trousers with thick, half-merged fingers. "Sir, please, I'll have to ask you to calm down. Take a deep breath, and then tell me what's happened." His voice was gravelly and authoritative.

Vic decided that maybe he was hallucinating the rhino part; after seeing the rabbit, his mind maybe was having trouble coping. After doing what he'd been told, he tried to explain himself, but for some reason all the things whirring through his head never managed to get out of his mouth. Something rustled behind him, and he spun around on his feet. The slasher rabbit - now, without the creepy mask, Vic could see that his rabbit features were underneath as well - was ambling towards them, pushing a dishevelled Zach along, half-stumbling like an overgrown child being marched somewhere by an exasperated parent. Before, the rabbit's smile had been tinged with insane menace, but now it seemed genuinely friendly. "Hey Sam! Great work, as always!"

The rhino-cop, shrugged, heavy hand landing squarely on Vic's shoulder, strange fingers gripping him like a vice. "Thanks, sir." Vic tried to squirm out from those three squeezing digits, but it must have been pinching a nerve or something that controlled his whole body. All he could do was stand there, and just watch; his tongue felt like a heavy metal lump in his mouth, and his feet felt sunk into hardening cement.

"That uniform looks really good on you." The rabbit slasher grinned. "You fill it out very nicely. I ought to get you into it more often."

"It's a bit snug," Sam, the rhino-cop, complained.

"Well, you won't be staying in it for long."

Sam let out a slow grunt; Vic glanced down, seeing the obscene bulge in between the tightly-trousered, muscular legs standing beside him twitch and shift. "Sure, sir. If that's what you want."

The rabbit sighed, the white furry forehead tenting in the middle. "How disappointing. You could have at least tried to play up the dominance when you're in that uniform. What kind of lame fantasy is it to play a helpful cop? Where's that wild aggression you had that first got my attention?"

"The one you turned me into this over?" Sam countered. Vic saw his thick teeth appear through his heavy lips as he gave a slight smile.

"Details, details. I seem to remember that you enjoyed this a lot, plus you've got a lot shorter commute to work." Throwing up his free hand in mock despair, the rabbit gently shook a slack Zach with the other hand. "See what I have to work with? People are so ungrateful nowadays." He pushed Zach over; he yelped, bracing to catch himself while the rabbit's long foot slammed squarely into his back, sprawling him against the ground. He tried to escape by squirming, but after a few futile attempts at sliding out from under the unexpectedly strong leg. He then tried to speak, but his throat just jumped around and nothing came out, forced to wait to see what happened next.

Sam gave an awkward cough, giving Vic's shoulder a hard squeeze. "Maybe you, uh, we ought to deal with these two, s-" He stopped for a moment, looking at the rabbit as he thought, then replaced whatever he was going to say. "Alakazam?"

Zach could feel each clawed toe tapping individually on his back; it was gentle, but it felt so close he wondered if his shirt had torn somehow. It was possible: they had been caught by a rabbit in tracksuit pants and a rhino dressed as a cop, so anything seemed possible now. The sky, for example: Zach couldn't see much of it from his current angle, but he imagined there was nothing much to see. The cloud cover was so dark and absolute, it reminded him of a grey twilight; no moon, stars or sun. Even over the talking, he should have been able to hear the traffic passing by on the highway, but there wasn't even the gentlest of hums that usually came from a fairly busy road.

"Of course!" Alakazam, the rabbit, continued tapping his toes on Zach's back. Staring at Vic with glowing red eyes, Alakazam put his hands up in a placating gesture. Vic had seen Zach doing that plenty of times, when the person they'd been filming started to get confrontational. "Hey, don't worry guys! Just think of this as just a big prank! A couple of pranksters like you should be keen to see what someone with a bit more 'budget' can do. Besides, it'll help the two of you out immensely: you seem to think that making edgy copies of other people's annoying videos is 'creative'. Perhaps if we helped you raise your game, you wouldn't be such an embarrassment!"

Zach squirmed uneasily; this Alakazam, he thought, must just be trying to get under their skin. He just couldn't understand why. He was too caught up in thought to notice, until it was too late, that Alakazam had lifted the foot off his back. He tried to bolt away, but the rabbit seemed to know automatically what he was going to do; his fluffy hand shot out, catching him by the back of the shirt. "There we go, track star!" Putting one hand over Zach's shoulder, Alakazam pulled him in close, shifting them closer to Vic and Sam. "Lesson one: working within your limitations. A big part of being creative is working with what you've got. For example, here I've got myself, my trusty sidekick - who's looking exceptionally hot today - and you two chuckleheads."

A loud crack reverberated in Zach's ears, as Alakazam snapped his fingers right beside his ear. He winced, ears ringing. "Now watch!" The edge of his eye saw one of the fingers around his shoulder stretched out, and he looked over. Vic was also looking, unable to move much but clearly wanting to. The police uniform's fly was slowly opening by itself, the bulge underneath slowly working itself out: first the thick-foreskinned head of a heavy, grey cock, inch after inch sliding out, followed by a weighty, swollen sack. The cock began to enlarge further, becoming erect as a half-glazed, dumb look grew in Sam's eyes.

"Now that's a trick I'll show you later," Alakazam confided in Zach, "when you're a little more receptive to the idea, and when you're ready, of course. You can have all sorts of fun getting a guy so turned on he can't think straight, especially with just a snap of your fingers. Plus, it's a great prank: sure, there's some temporary embarrassment when it starts, but any negativity goes away when you and your target can have fun dealing with it together."

Alakazam cleared his throat in an over-dramatic fashion. "So, if you were me, and you had someone in a cop's uniform, a convenient squad car, and a couple of other able-bodied young men, well, naturally you'd be thinking of making a kinky cop-prisoner sex tape for the role-playing crowd. So, I just turned Sam into a dominant, horny cop, too dumb to do much more than use his 'baton' on an unruly prisoner, put the car in the background, and voila! We've got ourselves the start of something. Time for lesson two: decision making and delegation!"

Squeezing Zach on the shoulder, Alakazam looked first at Vic, then turned to him. "Sam over there is ready to go, as you can see, and that raging rhino needs a hole to relieve himself into. I need someone to get filled with his thick, hot cum, someone who can be a real slut for the camera. Zach, since you're the face, I'm going to delegate the choice to you. Either you offer yourself up on the altar of that big old rhino dick, or choose to sacrifice your camera-shy friend Vic over there. So...?"

Sam grunted. Vic, who had been doing his best not to look at the erection swelling right by his leg, now had to look down. The large grey cock was drooling clear, musky fluid from the swollen head. He looked over to Zach; he'd heard everything Alakazam had said. He already knew what the answer was going to be. He liked Zach a lot, and was sure the feeling was mutual, but there was a limit to what one guy would endure for a friend, and getting fucked in the ass by that thing was probably beyond that point for Zach. He knew he'd probably do the same in his shoes. Despite that, and despite being unable to talk, Vic couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least try, so plead with his eyes. "Please, Zach!" he thought, "That thing's gonna tear me apart!" His body twitched just thinking about it: how would it even fit?

Zach gave Vic a glance, but only a glance, before finding something easier to look at, like the ground at his feet. He could feel the strange weight on his tongue that prevented him from speaking dissolving like cotton candy, a repressed moan oozing out of his throat like a gasp from the grave. He ran his tongue over his lips, sucking on one and then another. It wasn't hot - it felt colder than it had for over a month - but sweat still poured out of his armpits, and running down his back. He tried to buy time, tried pushing the question as far as he could into the future, but there was a limit. He could almost hear Alakazam's impatience growing, as if he expected one of those long white feet to start thumping irritably on the ground. He was the one given the choice, but if he didn't do it soon, he could hear the rabbit's next words pop into his head. He'd say that if Zach couldn't make the decision, then maybe Vic should be the one in charge; or he'd choose, maybe flipping a coin; or - worse - the rhino would have both of them, and who knows, maybe each other afterwards. His hands trembled, but he couldn't even raise his arm to point; Alakazam was going to make him say it. "H-h-him. Vic."

"No!" Vic yowled, caught by surprise more by being able to speak again than by the decision, even though it made him shudder. Beside him, Sam moaned, tugging on his junk. Pre-cum leaked out onto his thick, grey hand, which he brought up to his mouth to taste; a stupid grin appeared on his face, the fire-tinged eyes had become large red eyes bulging below drooping, almost hypnotised, eyelids.

"Interesting choice!" Alakazam grinned, slapping Zach on the back. "Guess you're just too fond of me! How nice!" What little colour remained in Zach's face drained out, the tan dissolving in a puddle of unease. "Oh, didn't I mention that the other person would have to get fucked by me instead? Well, that's lesson three: be prepared for surprises to come along and fuck you over, and just enjoy the ride."

Vic gave a small snort of satisfaction, as he watched Alakazam push Zach over to where proper movie-making equipment had materialized: a film-quality camera was aimed at the police cruiser, and one of those foldable director's chairs squatted behind it, with Alakazam's name printed on the grey fabric in neat, white letters. He got the distinctly odd feeling, considering everything he had seen so far, that he might have ended up with the better part of the deal. He watched as Zach stood mannequin-stiff as Alakazam got himself comfortable on the director's chair. With a beckoning curl of the rabbit's filter, Zach jerked and twitched under the control of a careless puppeteer, walking stiltedly over to the chair before sitting on the rabbit's lap.

Feeling strangely itchy, Vic looked down at himself. His shirt had changed into an orange prisoner's jumpsuit top; the lower half was still only dressed in boxers, which had also changed. The edge of the jumpsuit was ragged, as if his pants had been torn off of him as Sam swelled in horniness. A strange doubling seemed to happen in his head; he remembered feeling a scared, but also excited, rush as the hot, muscular cop tore off his pants, those eyes the same lust-filled red. He even "remembered" the details of the lines on Sam's hands as the skin tensed. "Did I think Sam was hot?" he thought. He was quickly distracted, as he then became the one being moved by invisible marionette strings. He walked himself over to the cop car door, hard steel biting into his wrists, the handcuffs growing around them from nothing. The rest of the control put on his body felt like a magic trick: he walked up to the door, arms outstretched; then his hands jerked outwards, then down on the edge of the door in front of him; the chain slipped through the metal frame of the door as easily as if it was air, and with that one fluid movement he was then cuffed to the open door of the police car. Vic realised, "Shouldn't this door have been closed?" He tried to remember, even as Sam grunted and huffed and stomped behind him, thick grey fingers finding their way into Vic's scratchy, cheap prisoner boxers, tugging them down so hard they almost ripped in half.

Zach squirmed on Alakazam's lap, watching the re-costumed Vic shamble into position, with Sam coming up behind him. The rabbit's surprisingly large, thick cock had grown erect between his legs. Alakazam's tracksuit pants had just disappeared, as had his own jeans and boxers. One of the unnaturally strong, white-furred hands wrapped around him, idly rubbing at the flaccid cock between Zach's legs. "You made a good choice," Alakazam complimented. They watched Sam grab onto Vic's bare hips, shifting his 'prisoner' and the door into a better position for him to not only fuck him in the ass, but to have it all appear nicely on the camera. "It's always good for us bosses to remind out underlings where they sit in the order of things. But there's no need to be cruel about it; that's just stupid. You've got to be firm - " he paused to grunt, his cock swelling wider between Zach's legs " - but you've got to be kind, too. That's going to be our lesson four. One that's just for the two of us. Think of it as Advanced Placement Pranking."

Alakazam pointed to the screen on the camera, which was showing an extraordinarily detailed close-up of Sam's thick cock rubbing up and down between Vic's ass cheeks, his pre-cum leaning a glistening smear. Zach couldn't just see it, he could smell the thick manly scent coming off of it, and hear the grunts of arousal, and the crackling of the hair Vic had growing around there. "Take your friend over there. You could leave him to suffer. But wouldn't it be a whole lot nicer for him if, say, we could just tweak his brain, just a bit, so that he was okay with it. More than okay. We could make it so he actually enjoyed the feeling of Sam's thick ol' dick sliding into his ass? Imagine if the anticipation really turned him on, left him panting, his tight little virgin butthole twitching hungrily for it!"

Zach squirmed. The way Alakazam described it was so crude, but it seemed to even turn him on a little bit. If Alakazam had noticed the twitching, thickening movement in Zach's cock, he showed surprising restraint in not commenting about it. "Now, here's one I prepared earlier: I did a little rummaging around in your boy's head there, and the idea that Sam's a hot stud has been planted there very well. All you've got to do is fertilize it into a nice, healthy lust for big cocks, and when it's done, he'll thank you for it. Try putting yourself into his head, think about how he's thinking and feeling right now, sync yourself to him until you can't really tell the difference between the two of you. Once you've gotten in, and you're comfortable, find those little starting points and start tweaking a little. Grow the idea that it's not all that different from the sex you've already helped him to have. Stretch out that idle curiosity into a full-blown obsession. Tweak those erotic thoughts you find, pining for breasts and pussies, and refocus them on muscular pectorals and thick, swollen cocks..."

Feeling compelled, Zach stared at Vic's image on the camera screen, Alakazam's words making him feel woozy. He felt his butt rub along the rabbit, trying to imagine Sam's cock there instead of the one poking up from underneath him. It lasted a while, until for a brief moment, he seemed to have double vision; then a complete doubled sensory experience. Suddenly, he was also shackled to the police car, a horny rhino-man's grunting clumsy thrusts leaving his ass feeling sticky and already used, even before there had been one attempt at penetration. Zach could feel the discomfort and shame, fluttering around a tiny, glowing red spark of excited homosexual potential, planted there by Alakazam for him to play with.

Focusing his mind on it, Zach tried to grab out at the metaphorical connections in his brain, trying to feed it into growing by trying to attach it to things he thought gay dudes liked to think about. The attempted connections resisted, and he wondered if Vic was somehow fighting, or if this was an instinctive defence mechanism. He moaned in frustration, his mind only half-aware of his manhood getting stroked back in his own body, Alakazam's soft hands moving gently, almost lovingly.

Something clicked in Zach's head: sights, sounds and smells marauded through his own brain; he plucked them out, feeding them into Vic's. Feeling the big cock sliding along his ass again, so warm and big, he closed his eyes, and moaned. His own body ground up against the soft, white seat of Alakazam's lap, feeling a genuine thrill of the touch of the hot erection of another man - with rabbit- and rhino-men counting - and of getting Vic to duplicate those feelings. He felt himself going completely hard, Alakazam's hand immediately starting to stroke up and down. It was gentle, almost lazy, but incredible pleasurable. "That's a good start," Alakazam whispered, heavy and low, into his ear.

Vic felt sweat plink off his body, body shaking as he felt Sam's stout shaft push up against his hole. At first he had thought it awful and scary and gross, but it wasn't as horrible as he thought it was, and he was grateful Sam seemed to be taking his time. There was something pleasant about having another warm body rubbing up against your own, and although Sam might not have been his first choice in any way, he couldn't say he didn't like that heavy, hard cock probing around his backside. Vic had never thought of men sexually before, not with any seriousness, but with an odd detachment, he started wondering about himself. Apparently his brain thought Sam was hot, and he did spend an awful lot of time with Zach, who wasn't exactly unattractive. Sam's foot stumbled on something, and he grabbed the nearest thing for extra support. The large hands brushed against Vic's engorging shaft, and Vic shuddered.

The slippery mess of pre-cum between Vic's buttocks dripped down, sliding over the fuzzy pendulum of his sack. The smell wafted up to him: it was strong, pleasantly strong. "If he was just going to force himself in," Vic thought, "he would have, wouldn't he?" The giant rhino-man clearly wanted his ass, and as his prisoner, he could have just gone in, making him scream. Instead, he seemed to be waiting until Vic was ready, and he starting feeling safe under the grip of those strong hands gripping his waist. His nipples hardened, and he pushed his ass backwards. He remembered things he read online - not entirely sure where - about how great getting your prostate massaged could be, but hadn't tried before. Asking a girl to stick her finger up your ass wasn't something Vic was brave enough to try. "If anything's going to stimulate it," he thought, his brain filled with the sight of Sam's erection, "that big cock is going to do the job, right?"

"A very good start." Alakazam raised his hand, giving the tip of Zach's shaft a gentle squeeze-and-swirl before sliding down again. Zach shuddered: his cock was rock hard and throbbing as he squirmed on Alakazam's lap. He looked at the camera, noticing an anticipatory twitch pass through Vic's lips, feeling an echo of it on his own. He felt an excited shiver at the idea he'd get to watch his friend ploughed by another guy while he was also getting fucked hard; not only that, he'd get to maybe feel it, too.

"Maybe that's part of the trick," he thought. "If I can get Vic to enjoy it, the rabbit's probably done the same thing to me." He stopped and frowned. "Or maybe I did it to myself."

Alakazam patted Zach on the side. "You're learning, I see. When you're not so high on yourself, you're not completely stupid." Zach sighed, feeling his weight slide forwards, the rabbit's erection bending forwards slightly as Zach's ass spread apart. The cock wasn't as long or as thick as Sam's, but Zach guessed that was just Alakazam's choice; it definitely felt more real - which he guessed was because he was feeling it first-hand - and it was a lot hotter. He suspected Alakazam wasn't the type to be big and gentle as Sam was being, despite - maybe because of - his size. Zach got pulled to his feet - or he stood up, the way Alakazam worked, he couldn't tell where he ended and the rabbit began - and aligned his ass with the rabbit's ready tip. Breathing out, and gritting his teeth to keep from screaming and ruining the film, which seemed unusually important, he slowly sat down, feeling the cock's flesh bunch around as it kissed Zach's puckered ring.

"Ready for something more advanced?" Sam - no, Alakazam - pushed hard against Zach's hole, and the idea to relax it peppered his mind. He tried, waiting and trying to concentrate on making himself open. He got the glimpse of a feeling of warmth of another body invading him, and he shuddered. He nodded, insides squirming as Alakazam penetrated him again. "You've done a bit of mental alteration. Those are actually pretty easy. People's minds are pretty malleable. Physical changes are a bit harder, because you've got to compensate for everything during the transition, unless you want the person to die in horrible agony." Alakazam thrust, and once again Zach was penetrated, each time feeling less anxious and more enthusiastic. "Don't worry, I'll do most of the heavy lifting, but I'll let you 'feel' what it's like and what you need to do. Now, what to try, what to try... I know! I can tell from his thoughts that Vic is surprisingly loyal to you, isn't he?"

Vic felt Sam enter him: the swollen, slick penis head stretched his ass, wedging it open for further thrusts. The hot, dripping rhino pre-cum drizzled into him, burning his insides. An aroused moan erupted from his mouth, the cock bouncing between his legs suddenly swelling into a full erection. He never felt that big before, his dick seemed to change size depending on how horny he felt, and this felt like it was passing his limit. A splash of his own pre-cum flicked off him in a wet arc, and hit the coarse canvas surrounding his chest. A potent heat spread through his genitals, somehow making him larger as Sam pushed forwards. The flesh glowed red, stretching outwards. A subtle change in shape spread through it, his pre-cum dribbling out of a tip that sharpened as heavy veins bulged along the side. The once-removed foreskin returned, growing down his shaft even as the reddening flesh of his hot shaft escaped it.

Sam's clumsy, slow thrusts weren't doing quite enough, and Vic rocked in the opposite direction. He wanted to extend the intense feeling of the thick grey club of flesh plunging into him, then pulling out, looking forward to the next invasion. His body sweated and itched all over, the rough canvas shirt rubbing against the skin on his arms. The white singlet underneath had turned almost clear in spots, and clung to him like a second skin. Thick red-brown hairs thrust out of him like a virgin's first attempt at sex, his body slowly turning fuzzier as more bristled in growing patches. The hair wasn't confined to his chest; it sprouted over his legs, the natural black hairs disappearing under a wave, and the new hairs growing on his head didn't match the colour of what he'd shaved off earlier.

Fire burned through his muscles, and Vic grabbed the car door, pushing himself backwards, digging Sam's cock deeper inside. His soft roundness - which wasn't much, but was there - sizzled off of him, as though his body had become a hot pan. His mouth stretched open wide, heavy lusty pants steaming out of it. Energy surged through his body, as underneath his muscles slowly gained more definition. The smooth outline of firm muscle were now, instead of being hidden by a layer of fat, were obscured by the thick red fur covering most of his body. Vic didn't notice this, not even when he looked back to watch the grey fingers tighten as Sam pushed another half-inch of big rhino junk into his ass.

"Not all that shy now, is he?" Alakazam muttered, Zach hearing it as if it was whispered directly into his head. He agreed, running his hands over his chest. The inside of his shirt felt so hot and itchy, worse than the sting as his ass stretched around the firm, surprisingly-big-feeling cock he really wanted to fit into his ass. Pushing up with his legs, he grabbed the sides of his shirt, yanking them loose. Buttons flew everywhere, and he drove himself down on Alakazam; he exploded with a moan, a squirt of natural lubricant, and a burst of thick, long red fur covering his own, exposed chest. Alakazam slipped his non-stroking hand up, running his fingers through the rapidly-growing fur.

After creating a lazy arc of ruffled fur, which got Zach's nipples tingling, Alakazam shifted his hands to Zach's hips. Zach could feel the rabbit's grin as the muzzle pressed into his back, the magic heat blossoming out of the glowing red eyes. His tongue poked out, leaving a streak of damp skin, prickling with extra hairs to coat the skin that was, for the moment, still human. Then his head tilted to the side, tucking under Zach's arm to let him enjoy the show happening beside the police car. Zach didn't; echoes of it were in his head, giving his own experience of being fucked a ghostly double. Having Alakazam in his ass meant, in some respect, he was the one in control. A thrill ran through him, his cock throbbing and stretching into a long, thin pole, feeling Alakazam's plunge deeper inside him as he kept slowly pushing himself down.

Vic panted; he found it helped to cool down his body, which was absolutely sizzling now between being more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, and being so close to the exceedingly sweaty muscles of the grunting rhino fucking him with an equally thick, slick cock. A lengthening tongue slid over raised points on his teeth, in a jaw that was beginning to stretch out of his fuzzy face. The fuzziness was only on Vic's mental periphery. He'd done pretty well - managing to fit between a quarter to a half of Sam's cock inside him - for a guy's first attempt at bottoming. The exact fraction changed with each grunting thrust.

Pulling down on the cuffs, Vic felt a fresh bite, weaker now that his wrists were covered by part of his new pelt. He wanted to reach down and touch himself so badly, even though he was kind of pleased that it didn't seem necessary. He'd never ejaculated hands-free before, but knew people claimed that you could; Vic wondered if it was just getting his prostate massaged, or if getting his ass filled by the thick manhood of a muscular stud was something he'd always needed. He considered that it was both; his prostate was definitely getting a workout.

Gripping onto the window frame, Vic's fingernails stretched out, rings of darkness beginning to run up from their roots at the end of his furred digits. Something similar had happened to his feet, the lengthening toenail-claws sliding out through fresh holes in his socks and digging into the cheap materials. He pressed his forehead against the cool metal and rubber as Sam pulled out, and felt some of the thick pre-cum escape down his taint. His nostrils went crazy, snuffling the air as the pinpricks of dark wetness that had peppered it began to coalesce. The scent screamed into his brain: Sam was musky, strong and hot, hot, hot. Vic wanted to bury it right between the no doubt meaty, sweaty cheeks and breathe it right in until it filled his elongating mouth.

A throb ran up Vic's erection, its changes - like those of his skin - advanced beyond most of the rest his body had to enjoy soon. Purplish veins bulged on the thick, pink surface, the tip like a lip to a jug that had been squeezed. Concentrated pre-cum coated the surface; had it been as hot as it had been before, it would have dried immediately, forming a musky shell over his fleshy, sensitive sex organ. His balls twitched, larger and fuller than they had been, the changed skin of his sack tighter and oddly less hairy than the rest of him. Sam slammed into him again, and he idly wondered if there'd be another pit stop along the way back to prison.

Zach, firmly impaled by Alakazam's dick, let out a shudder, feeling the strange stretching of his cock. It was more slender than it had been, but any loss of girth had been more than made up for in length: his almost hard, pink tip now wagged well above his mid-abdominal range, and was still growing healthily. He could feel the heft of his growing balls tug his sack down; it was bloated and aching for more release than the steady stream of pre-cum could provide. The spread of his red-brown pelt was almost complete, and when Alakazam's hands weren't on his hips or cock, they were tracing the hidden lines of muscle that ran underneath his thickened skin.

"Let's give me something to grab on to." Alakazam jerked his hands away from Zach's lower body, moving them onto the newly-fuzzy forehead. Zach's long, darkening tongue slid up into his nostril, a curious tic that seemed to ignore the bones and muscle in his face shifting, and the growing enamel stretching the base of his gums, teeth spreading outwards to fill the growing gaps between themselves and their neighbours. Alakazam pushed Zach down, the former groaning as inch after swollen inch penetrated the latter. Zach was unable to contain himself, a pained, aroused moan arising from his deepest guts.

Between Alakazam's fingers, there began to curl large, bony structures, at first covered in fur, then smooth and pitted. Zach's luxurious, well-kept hair had gone, replaced by the short red fuzz covering most of the rest of him. Jutting horns thickened, branching out into numerous, sharp points. Alakazam jerked him up as he thrust in, but Zach didn't move; instead, he felt something soft squirm between their bodies, trapped against Alakazam's chest. He couldn't pay it much attention: he was so close, but he knew Alakazam wasn't ready for him to orgasm just yet.

Vic felt Sam grab something behind him - something that was a part of him - and pull it out of the way as he moved in closer. He was deep inside Vic now, and his body was looming over the increasingly-canine-looking prisoner cuffed to the car. Vic was only startled slightly by the realisation that he had a tail; he needed to be fucked far too badly to think about things, and the worry was flushed away with another plunge from the rhino-man almost completely obscuring him with his massiveness.

Something odd was happening to Vic's cock. At the base, near where the large pink protrusion came out of a tube of thick, protective skin lined with fur, was a weird, swelling feeling. Bulging was a common experience during sex, but this was something new, like his body had found some trick to becoming doubly aroused. When it pushed out, making a wet sound and followed by a tingling rush through his whole body, pre-cum flowed from his cock.

Vic panted and growled, his lips a happy, black line along his muzzle. All of the extra nipples he had grown, black nubs barely poking out of his fur, became extremely sensitive. It was happening, just as Sam was ramming into him the hardest. It should have hurt more; he wondered why it wasn't. "Maybe because I'm about to cum?" he thought; although his genitals had changed, he knew fairly well the signs that he was getting close. He'd never felt them stronger than now. He clawed at the car door, his legs shaking, their fur dampened with what felt like a bucket-load of lubricant from the factory Sam was carrying around in his sack.

Sam was going to ejaculate first, though; that only seemed proper to Vic as he held off as long as he could. Instead of a grunt, Sam exploded with an ear-splitting roar that shook the other windows in the car. Vic felt like he had sat on a fire hose that had suddenly been switched on. His ass stretched even more than he thought was possible, and so much hot rhino jizz squirted into his guts that he wasn't entirely sure it was his imagination that he could taste the salty, thick stuff on his tongue.

Vic sagged against the car, crushed against it under Sam's weight as the spasms in the grey cock went out of control. Being filled this way sent spikes of light through Vic's eyes; he tilted back his head, and howled. His red, canine cock shuddered against the car door, and a thick white streak appeared over the black paint. It started to lazily run down, but more quickly followed it. Vic's head swum, his howl slowly petering out well before he was going to stop coming. The orgasm had taken his breath away, and he instead gasped for air, hugging the door for support. Sam did the same, and the whole car groaned and tilted slightly.

"God, that's hot!" Zach grabbed at the long, pink rod that had been waggling in front of him. He didn't know why he hadn't touched it before now, especially with pairs of his fingers starting to fuse together, the fingernails thickening and hardening into increasingly black, shiny lumps of keratin or something similar. A roar exploded from his throat, his broad chest heaving up and down. Alakazam was still buried inside him, but Zach was no longer shocked by the pain that arced with each frantic thrust from the rabbit. They both tilted off the chair, slowly moving into a standing position; it seemed to make it easier for Alakazam, who went after Zach's ass with the frenetic energy one would expect from a male rabbit copulating.

With Alakazam going after him so vigorously, Zach was surprised that he could still stand; when he glanced down and noticed his whole lower leg shifting, deer hooves - admittedly wider than on a normal deer - at the end of his elongating feet, he expected to topple over with one of the more vigorous thrusts. He watched the same thing happening to his hands, at least to a point; he'd been allowed some of the flexibility of fingers and thumbs, while also considering the "two-toed" nature of a normal stag's front feet. Even that was enough for him, however, if it meant he could continue to pump his long, thin rod. Unbelievably potent pleasure shot down it, while his ass went almost numb from the jackhammering thrusts.

The fluids pumping out of Zach's sack were pressing on his insides, wanting to get out. The jostling from Alakazam's forceful thrusts - now so deep his waist was just constantly slamming into Zach's ass - it was a struggle to contain it. "So, why are you?" his brain wondered, but Zach knew why: it just felt so fucking good that he didn't want to stop. A long, thick tongue, darker than it had been, licked over the lips that went around his muzzle, one handsome face replaced - arguably - with another one.

Alakazam seized him. "Here we go!" Zach expected something - he didn't know what it was like to have someone cum in his ass - but instead it was his own ejaculation that was starting to race along the long, thin tube that was somewhere inside his shaft. He panted and whined, his voice surprisingly deep even with the height making his throat feel tight. Hot seed fired out of his dick, all the air in his lungs suddenly feeling sucked out. Another blast, this one inside, sent his mind careening around. Zach just closed his eyes, just trying to enjoy all of the intense, new - or at least altered - sensations washing through him.

Vic had been ejaculating for a while. The lower half of the police cruiser door would have been mostly white by now if his semen had been a bit stickier. Every now and then he'd squirt out another shot. Still, he reckoned he had more cum inside him now than before; Alakazam hadn't been kidding when he said he'd turned Sam into one randy bastard. The fluid sloshing around in him felt like the pent-up need from weeks of abstinence that had all suddenly exploded out of him.

The massive cock was now merely huge, slowly sliding out of Vic as Sam carefully backed away. His big, canine ears heard the steady drip of ejaculated semen dripping out of his stretched asshole, still gaping as the muscles very gradually tightened again. "Did you enjoy that?" Sam asked, Vic noticing a tiny glint of metal between his finger and thumb.

Vic's head seemed to be a lot clearer now than it had been. The prisoner-cop illusion was fading like a dream, and he was starting to remember some of what had been happening; only it was slightly muted. He let Sam unlock his handcuffs, rubbing his furry wrists gratefully. He removed his shirt and pulled off his singlet, feeling slightly embarrassed that he was admiring his more athletic body. "If it weren't for the whole dog thing," he thought, "I'd probably look pretty good."

Sam coughed, and Vic jerked his head towards the sound. Looking at Sam, Vic thought he didn't look as imposing as he had seemed, and he felt lazy twinges of arousal as he looked at him. "More than I expected, I guess," Vic finally admitted, wincing as he rubbed his sore rump. Now that the thrill had passed, his body didn't have anything to distract itself, and the aches and pains became apparent. He dropped his hand behind him, reaching under his raised tail to touch at the raw ring at the opening to his body underneath. Most of his fingers could fit easily inside, he found, but didn't try to press in too much: claws scraping his insides didn't sound like fun at all.

Vic glanced over, looking as the rabbit bent over a stag-man. Even though he had not been watching Zach's transformation, he knew who it was under there. He sniffed the air, surprised at how powerful the sense of smell had become, and wondered how long it would take to get used to it. Only a few bits of what he considered the mental fog remained, and some of that he was just unsure about. One thing he was remembering very clearly though: it made him clench his hands into fists, before jerking his fingers away as the claws dug in a little too far. Instead, he flexed his fingers, skulking over, leaving a trail of cum dripping behind him.

Zach felt Alakazam pull out, shuddering; the feeling of being evacuated was surprisingly nice. He clenched his strange new hands on his awkward legs, trying to get used to the added weight of his antlers. His neck was thicker, fortunately, and his muscles look to have bulked up a little. "Not bad," he thought, rubbing at the nice, firm muscle buried under his deer pelt. He was so caught up with inspecting himself, and reflecting on all the things that Alakazam had left in his head, that he didn't notice the stomping furry figure heading towards him, a snarl appearing on his furry muzzle.

Vic's open palm smashed into Zach's cheek. "You fucking bastard! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Wincing as his cheek stung, Zach closed his eye and glared. He curled his lips and blew phlegm from his broad cervine nose. He angled his antlers in Vic's direction. "Me? What wrong with you?! You're the one hitting me!"

"Why'd you offer my ass up!"

"I got a dick in my ass too!"

"Like it was anywhere as big as that one!" Vic pointed; Sam had followed along, his police uniform looking stained dishevelled. His flaccid cock was still hanging out of his pants.

"Hey! I know you fucking loved having that big thing in your ass, so stop being such a pussy!"

"Yeah, but there's a difference between me choosing it and you forcing it on me!"

"I didn't force anything on you, but I bet you wish I had earlier!" Zach grabbed at the sheath his cock had retracted into, and gave it a jostle. "Didn't know you were such a little bitch!"

"And you're just a backstabbing, gaping asshole on two legs! I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"The only thing you could do to my ass, dog-boy, is-"

The sound of a cough clearing a throat brought the argument to an abrupt halt. Both Zach and Vic turned, to see Alakazam. He was straddling Sam's chest as the rhino lay on the ground face-up, staring up at the other pair, a bag of popcorn in his hands. His leftover jizz dripped down onto Sam's wide neck, and he didn't seem to particularly mind at all; his eyes looked half-closed, as if he was only vaguely awake.

"Are you almost done with the foreplay," Alakazam asked, carefully picking up a single kernel of popcorn, dexterously flicking it straight into his mouth, "because if you don't get on to round two soon, I'm going to get bored and just send you home." His head tilted as he rested his cheek on his hand, fingers curling over his face.

"Home?" Zach shifted back up into a more upright position. He looked to Vic, who was still staring daggers into him, and he narrowed his own eyes in response. The idea of going home - or, more importantly, not - hadn't occurred to him at all.

Sam seemed to pipe up from whatever sleep was trying to claim him. "Guess they thought they were going to stick around for a while. Maybe they want to?"

Alakazam licked his lips. "You know, you're right! That roast rapist tasted great, with enough adjustments and apple sauce, and I haven't had venison in a while. It's been ages since I dined on dog, too..."

Zach and Vic's mutual animosity plummeted, conveniently by the same amount that the heat in their blood dropped when their powerlessness was so neatly underlined. "We're food to him?" Vic thought, his tail and ears drooping even more.

Sam coughed, the force lifting Alakazam slightly into the air. "That's not what I meant."

This earned Sam a gentle kick to the sides. Zach almost expected Alakazam to yell out like a cowboy; it would have been funny, maybe, under very different circumstances. He didn't think the two of them could just drive out of here. A quick glance over told him that; he couldn't even see the highway any more, and the forest behind him looked and certainly smelled different.

"Oh yes!" Alakazam smiled, broad and vicious. "Sometimes I keep some fool around to help me out. Sometimes they forget that, and get a bit too big for their britches." He leaned forwards, resting his elbows on Sam's lower jaw. He ignored the muffled grunts of annoyance, and once again looked up at Zach and Vic. "Either of you interested in a permanent position? It comes with some great health benefits, and moving costs are already covered."

"No!" They both answered at the same time, then looked at each other. A silent agreement passed between their eyes: whatever beef they had with each other, right now they needed on getting out of here before the rabbit did anything else to them.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Vic added.

"Yeah, okay." Alakazam's nose twitched as he let those two words hang alone there, the promise of more weighing on his audience. "But how do I know you won't just go back to making your shitty, annoying videos again?"

"I promise!" Zach quickly agreed.

"I never want to even see a camera again!" Vic shuddered, realising that his romp with Sam had been filmed.

Alakazam suddenly perked up, jolting upright and clapping his hands together. He rubbed them, a devilishly clever gleam in his eye. He turned to Zach. "I know! How about we make sure it's all out of your system! We film that last video that you two were going to make: the one where Vic is chasing after you to kill you! Now it's even better, because, you see, the particular breed that I turned him into - a Scottish deerhound - just happens to have been bred to hunt deer! See! Perfect!"

Alakazam bolted to his feet. He seemed to ignore everyone, instead just speaking the thoughts as they flashed through his mind. "Oh! That's even better! If I send both of you, I lose my collateral to make sure you behave, but if one of you has to stay here, well, then that really puts an end to your videos! Let's do both!"

Pacing with light starting to shine from his eyes, he suddenly stopped, and turned to face the two young animal-men. "Here's the rule of the game: one of you gets to go home. Zach, if you can avoid Vic for, oh, let's say a day, then you go home - completely normal - and we get a new doggie!"

"He'll have to sleep outside." Sam punctuated his sentence with a groan as he sat upright.

"Vic," Alakazam continued, ignoring Sam and turning to face Vic, "If you can catch him and kill him, well, then you get to go home."

Zach and Vic studied each other. The anger towards the other that had grown in each of them flared up again. Zach thought that, at any moment, Vic was going to lick his chops. Vic stared straight back, weighing up if he could actually kill someone that - this past experience aside - he thought of as a brother, against being able to go back to being a plain old human.

"Now, according to your script," Alakazam noted, looking down at a sheet of paper, "Zach's supposed to be up ahead in the forest when Vic appears. Makes sense. Give him a head start then." Dropping the paper, Alakazam's hand was suddenly holding a starter pistol, which he aimed at the over-clouded sky. "Alright, track star, you're up!"

"No, wait!" Zach tried to plead. Things were happening too fast. He was loud, trying to speak over the heavy pounding of his heart that he thought everyone could hear.

"Ready! Steady!"

Instead of the small explosion from the gun, the world lit up as a bolt of lightning charged through it. Zach suddenly heard a voice - his voice - screaming in his head to run. He bolted, finding he was surprisingly nimble and quick on his new hooves. The trees actually felt oddly safe, and the closer he got to them, the more he relaxed: not much, but it was enough. His mind started to churn over plans in his head: trapping Vic, killing him if need be, sprung up his mind. With a "what", he started to consider the "how".

Vic sniffed the air, watching Zach disappear amongst the trees, just another brown splodge amongst many. He'd tried to move, but his paws remained frozen in place. He stared at Alakazam. "Fair's fair." Alakazam said, shrugging casually. The starter pistol had disappeared. Noticing Vic noticing this, he grinned. "Don't worry, you'll definitely know when it's your turn to go."

A thunderous boom shook the world. Vic felt the restraining weight in his legs release. Curling his fingers, he scanned the air; he bent over to sniff at the spot Zach had been standing on, then stood upright and loped towards the forest.

Sam trudged up to stand behind Alakazam. Leaning over, he whispered into the nearest long, white ear. "I know they're pretty aggravating, sir, but having them try to kill each other, well, it seems a bit much."

Alakazam dismissed Sam with a careless wave of his hand. "Disappointing to see you forgot too. That was just another prank. Sure, if it happens, I'll keep my word. He snapped his fingers, summoning another bolt of lightning from the sky. The tip of the bolt branched towards him, the energy turning into a ball that hovered a couple of feet above their heads. It floated there like a will-o'-the-wisp, undulating slightly until Alakazam pointed it at the forest. Then it zoomed towards the trees; not as fast as light should pass, but fast enough to catch up to the two runners.

"I explained what happens if Zach evades Vic, or if Vic catches Zach and kills him," Alakazam explained, "but what do you think happens if Vic catches Zach, but suddenly killing him was the last thing on his mind? I'd hope Zach was clever enough to remember to use the lesson I taught him to turn Vic into a real horn-dog, but if not then that's the back-up will make sure that's how things turn out." He grinned. "That's what good cops do, right?"

"I guess so, sir." Sam smiled.

"Although from what I saw," Alakazam noted, "you weren't exactly a good cop..."

Sam groaned. "I'm not going to complain, but did you have to really make me that stupid?"

"Oh Sam, to me you're all that stupid!" Alakazam patted Sam on his ass. "Come on, let's go watch Zach's last video live. You've been acting a little too bossy today."

"You literally told me to be more assertive when I'm in the unif-oh, haha, sir, very funny." Sam didn't even have to look. The gentle breeze told him Alakazam had made him completely naked.

"I said something about enjoying getting out of that uniform, didn't I?" Alakazam grinned.

"Yes, I believe you did, sir," Sam agreed, reaching down to carry Alakazam back over towards the director's chair.