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What We Do to Ourselves Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Carallon56

A quiet, calm breeze blew over the hilltop, weaving in between the newly constructed homes and buildings. Everything had been forged of white and silver and glass, nestled in wreaths of artfully placed ivy and moss to give it a touch of nature. The cement was freshly set, the asphalt newly set. Even the birds were unaware it was safe to come back to the area. Everything had been built as a whole over the last few months. It was one of a few dozen efforts around the country to start things off fresh, and this neighborhood was called Paradigm Crest.

For Liam Wise, it was the chance to get his surroundings to match his intended lifestyle - and he was too eager to get started. Liam walked up the inclined road, passing by the bookstore, the coffee shop and the bakery. None of them were open yet, but they had all been furnished and set up. Everything was so clean and pristine, so different from Liam's last place. Despite the lack of traffic, Liam stopped at the corner and waited for the crosswalk light to change. He was, after all, preparing to go into law school.

Even the sunlight seemed different in Paradigm Crest, washing over the young man and shining on the tinted windows of the pottery store. Liam was five foot eleven, his hair a rusty colored red and groomed into a well maintained quaff. He was fit, he was healthy, he was arguably handsome. He'd been the sort of kid that had been picked on for being too perfect back in his old neighborhood, but that was hardly a crime.

The light changed and Liam continued, walking across the checkerboard of red and white bricks that were inset in the road to create an enduring crossing that didn't have to be repainted year after year. He got to the other side where a cement staircase rose upwards to the top of the hill, either side of the staircase framed with two foot wide water features where water trickled down its own steps, sparkling in the light.

Liam started to bound upwards, sprinting as a bit of exercise, feeling the burn in his legs. The wind whipped against his face, but his blue eyes glinted as clearly as the sky above. After a little bit of effort, he got to the top and stopped to take in the view, turning around to look at the neighborhood. There were no billboards warning of Representative Transformation, no banners heralding the Keep America Pure council. It was a given that this neighborhood was safe. It was specially designed to keep that sort of thing from happening.

After a few moments of staring at a neighborhood with no people, Liam turned and resumed his walk. While he hadn't been given the most prestigious home, far from it, everything in Paradigm Crest was beautiful. As he walked down a slight slope on the other side of the hill, he laid his eyes on it... A private bungalow made of cement, plaster, steel and glass. Freshly built with warm wood floors, skylights, a recessed bathtub, everything just waiting for him. Liam reached the house and pressed his finger to the reader by the door. It chirped and unlocked.

"Welcome home, Liam." The house announced through hidden speakers. Liam walked in and smiled, taking in his new abode. The bed sat off to the right, the kitchen straight ahead, the bathroom in the left corner. Liam's desk had been set up overlooking the back of the hillside, a palm tree waving in the breeze. Liam sighed happily.

"Welcome home indeed." he said with a smile, moving over to his desk. He pulled the chair back and sat down, stretching his legs out a bit. He was going to get some good calf muscles with all those steps out front. It didn't take long for his laptop to turn on, auto-connecting to the house's wifi. After a moment, though, a red and orange pop up appeared in the corner. Liam's brows scrunched up as he read the alert. "Unable to connect to KAFI? What's Kafi?" Liam asked.

"KAFI is the Keep America Pure Filter, the national internet screening service. It is not recommended to use internet services until this problem is rectified. Should I file a ticket?" The house assistant asked. Liam sunk a bit lower in his chair. The idea of being in an empty neighborhood for days on end was bad enough, but the idea of trying to do it without the internet was insane. He shook his head.

"No, no ticket... I'll just be careful." Liam said. The house said nothing as its suggestion had been dismissed. Liam looked back at his laptop for a moment before he closed the alert and opened the internet. It wouldn't be risky if he stuck to just the websites he knew...

**** The minutes had ticked by, then hours. The small home had proven itself to be truly beautiful. As the sun had set and the sky shifted to hues of navy blue, recessed lighting had gradually increased in the house. There were elements hidden in the corners and the ceiling molding, turning the white walls into reflectors that cast a creamy yellow ambiance. It felt cozy and warm, comfortable, and infinitely private despite one wall being almost entirely glass.

Liam hadn't moved much, too captivated by what he had found. He'd started out innocently enough, checking his usual websites before drifting to sites about home decor, but none of them delivered to his area yet. Still, Liam's curiosity had gotten the best of him and he turned to less official channels. He'd never had access to an unfiltered internet before. He hadn't even been sure where to start, but eventually he'd found his way to Gene's List. It operated like an old timey newspaper with sections devoted to yard work, used goods, anecdotes and local flavor... and dating.

When Liam had seen the dating section, he'd paused. It seemed like such a natural part of life, and yet something he had missed. He'd never really pursued it. He'd focused on his studies, his duties, remaining patriotic... but now he had a beautiful home and no one to share it with. Liam had hovered over the ink to the dating tab for several moments before another feeling started to well up in him, the feeling of concern.

If he'd never dated, was he ready for a life partner? Had he done enough to woo someone? Did he even know enough to get through the basics? He was a blank slate... Maybe he had to start casual, something less serious than dating. Liam drifted around Gene's List and eventually followed the breadcrumbs to the portion of the website that flirted with the idea of romance, but delved into more basic instincts. He read a few titles, decided that his preference was going to be more male centric, and clicked a link.

The web page loaded lightning fast, showing a rather attractive young man. He was rather built, his muscles oozing out of his tank top which clung to him like a cheap tan. His arms were like rolling hills, his face carved like granite. A dusting of hair covered his jaw line and a forest spread across his chest. He was big, almost too big... but it wasn't a picture. It had taken a mere moment to buffer before the image came to life.

Liam watched as the beefcake stepped back away from the camera after having turned it on, pulled his tank top up a bit, then his sweats down. He scooped his hand in and pulled out well more than a handful of meat. His tool was huge, as thick as a wrist and at least eight inches long already. He gave the screen a cocky grin and started to slide his hand back and forth, picking up speed, working it. That grin stayed on his lips, interrupted only for some gratuitous moans and groans.

As a captive observer, Liam was frozen. He'd never seen anything like this before... This man was so graphic, so open, so out there... and working with his own tool. Liam bit his bottom lip as he debated emulating this hairy hunk. It was only seconds before his resolve faded. He leaned back in his chair, worked his pants down, fished out his already stiffening cock.It felt almost a little alien in his hands, but that was neat in a way. It quirked at the attention, unused to direct stimulation.

With a few strokes to get oriented, it wasn't long before Liam was moaning too, but he was several steps behind the hunk on the screen. The hunk's tenor and volume climbed until he shouted, cumming hard and fast, sending a shower of sperm that splattered all over his tank before soaking into the fabric and hair. Liam had stopped mid stroke, realizing the consequences of his potential actions... and making him wonder if there were more videos like the first.

Deciding to try and build up to such a fantastical release, Liam reluctantly backed away from the hunk's page and drifted down, finding another soon after. This one was a far leaner young man with bright lime green hair and a faint black mustache that complimented the scruff on his chin. Just like the first hunk, he started working his mea before long. There were comments down below, but Liam didn't read them. Instead he worked his own meat, watching the video, huffing and puffing as beads of sweat appeared across his brow until his face scrunched up and his nose wriggled as he felt the blinding heat of his own orgasm, sending a jet of his seed shooting out across his chest.

The young man leaned back, panting, sweating, elated and drained at the same time. It felt so good... How had he gone so long without knowing about it? Without doing it? Without doing it all the time? And how had he been so unaware of what the internet had to offer... There was no doubt the filter would be installed eventually. The neighborhood was still under construction. His access to this world was limited, his time was limited. He had to make sure he wouldn't be deprived of any of this forbidden content... He had to act fast.

Despite having just had an intense orgasm, Liam licked his lips and leaned forward, downloading the videos he'd just watched and then started navigating for more. He had to collect what he could before it was too late. As Liam focused, his erection still throbbed and his foot started to tap on the floor, eager and energetic with just a hint of nervousness. His energy had never bubbled so close to the surface. He had to be ready for anything.

**** The Paradigm Crest grocery store had opened. It was the first business in the neighborhood to do so. Even the neighbors hadn't really arrived yet. Liam had been forced out of his isolation for essentials, and the days had taken a bit of a toll. The hair on his head was a bit duller and the well maintained quaff had become more of an unruly shag. Even the shaved sides had gotten a bit lankier, and a brownish fuzz had spread across his cheeks. He was sweat soaked and a bundle of energy, craving hydration and greens.

Liam stood in line, one arm holding his canvas bad of food, the other itching at the hair peeking out from the collar of his shirt. His foot kept tapping, keeping time with some silent internal clock. While there weren't many other customers and few employees to start with, a few had given Liam some looks. Some had been a bit taken aback that one of their residents was quite so... young and unrefined, though the young man stocking the produce had eyed just how Liam filled out his pants, namely the ever present bulge resting in the front, distending the fabric just enough to hint that he really had something going on there.

Eventually the self checkout line cleared and Liam stepped forward. While some might have questioned his healthcare routine, few could argue with his diet. He rang up alfalfa sprouts, asparagus, artichokes, brussel sprouts, cabbage, kale, squash and carrots. He topped it off with some sports drinks to keep his energy levels up. They were rung up, bagged, paid for and Liam was out the door with a spring in his step.

Liam glanced both ways before crossing the road, jogging across the street and then up the stairs. He smelled the fresh cut hay from the valley carrying on the wind. It smelled so nice, so perfect, like a home he never thought he'd have. Liam made it around his bungalow, stepped inside and quickly put his food away in the crisper before grabbing a carrot to munch on. He returned to the one spot he had not left in days, dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them before settling down.

The young man winced a bit, his tailbone feeling a bit sore. He adjusted his position and scooted back. With a deft hand, his underwear was swept downwards and his fingers curled around his swollen, stiff member. There was so much blood in it that it was a reddish pink, puffy and well used but never giving up. Liam felt like if he ever found a partner, he'd be able to fuck forever. He started to stroke up and down, having become rather proficient with typing one handed.

The minutes ticked by, but Liam was lost to time. His eyes glazed over with lust was he watched one erotic video after another. He never knew there was such a variety, and so few of the actors had a lot of videos. It was like they each had a few wonders and then disappeared... but that gave Liam more to love. Once more his salty brine rushed from his shaft as it throbbed and ached in his hand, growing fatter and longer. He collected some on his finger and tasted it, savoring the musky aroma before he went back to it.

The pain in his backside hadn't let up. If anything, it was becoming more aggravated. The flesh was swollen and irritated, his tailbone hurting. Still, the pain seemed only to feed the pleasure. Liam could feel his heart race, his erection throb, his lungs rise and fall. It was all so visceral, so real, so hot. His face scrunched up, his ass cheeks clenched and he came again, sending volley after volley of cum into the air.

He panted hard as it subsided, sweat beading his brow... a brow that had grown substantially fuzzier with the passage of time... but Liam didn't care. He had a fever he couldn't get to break - and he didn't want it to. He wanted to be like this forever, feeling the rush of never-ending energy, the ability to jack off whenever he wanted, however many times he wanted and never to tire of it. The energy was potent enough that Liam was right back at it no sooner than his rod had stopped quivering, Liam's eyes focused on the screen before him, nose twitching as he dove in for more.

**** The gentle woosh of vehicles outside came in ebbs and flows, marking the passage of time. In the afternoons there were bouts of laughter and chatter as school children returned home. Life had come to Paradigm Crest, but it had left Liam. His rusty red hair had turned an earthy brown, fuzz covered his cheeks and a few of his whiskers had grown longer than the rest. His ears were swollen, a lump had formed on the base of his spine and his feet had swollen. Liam had seen the changes, but those weren't the ones he was interested in.

Almost like a muscle that had received a workout, Liam's rod had grown stronger and bigger, plumping up and stretching out. His balls had grown in kind, surpassing the size of oranges. His sack was round and full and covered in brown fuzz as well. Liam was so fixated on the screen that he'd lost himself, at least until he'd stumbled on a video from one of his favorite stars. It had originally been a livecast, though someone had used screen capture software to grab it.

Liam's hand jumped up and down on his cock, surging higher and lower, moving with the precision and finesse of a musician working their instrument. He smelled of semen, salty and musky, as well as the greenery he'd been eating such a steady supply of. He saw a young, lithe, impressionable young man on all fours in a grassy field, moaning and murmuring with need. Liam could relate to that. In the video, a shadow fell across the young man.

The camera angle changed and it showed Liam's favorite actor. He was strapping, strong, tall... his blond hair was bleached nearly white, shaggy and hanging out beneath a floppy hat. His hands ran over the young buck's bubble butt, his firm legs, and the two got to doing what they did best. The star pulled his shorts around so his ample cock came out of the pant leg, giving him free access.

Liam was a bit intrigued at first, confused at the wardrobe choice, but who was he to complain? This was a video that he hadn't seen, another hit by the legend. The two rubbed and ground, They kissed and nuzzled. Nipples were pinched and tummies rubbed, but in the end they had one thing on their mind. The star brought his fat cock between the young buck's cheeks, slid up and down a few times before he let loose with a gush of precum. The clear, sticky liquid glistened in the placid summer sun, the perfect lubrication.

Moans escaped both from the video and from Liam as the star pushed his cock into the young man. He started to glide back and forth, faster and deeper, moaning and purring and groaning. The young man's face was wrapt in absolute pleasure, feeling things he'd never felt before, let alone quite that large. Liam moaned too, loving it. He even saw the star's foot tapping, just like his... They were so alike.

The fever pitch grew as Liam moaned harder, unaware that his ears were stretching taller, his tailbone was wriggling free of his pelvis, or that the ligaments and bones in his feet were softening and reshaping. He was lost as always in the heat of the moment... at least until he saw something strange on the screen. The star had been going wild, fucking the young man's brains out. He was rough and tumble, but in the course of it, his shorts were sliding down... and revealing something puffy and fuzzy and white.

There were gasps of surprise from the camera crew. The film star had a tail... There were muffled murmurs, pleas to stop recording, but the star rolled, bouncing the young man on his ample cock, thrusting up and letting gravity bring him down. The two were lost in bliss, and then the unthinkable happened - As the star tried to sit up, his shoulder caught his puffy hat. It came off, revealing a mane of white hair... and two long rabbit ears. The camera fell onto the grass, the crew ran over, trying to pull the younger man from the star's cock.

"No, we're not done yet!" he pleaded. The star howled out and arched his back, howling as he came, his face distorting more and more, taking on a subtle muzzle. Patches of white fur were visible sprouting across his chest and elbows, his knees, and his swollen feet. The feed cut off just as he tried to get up, the image lingering on the star for a moment before the file ended, leaving Liam with a blank screen, looking at his own reflection... and his own changes.

"Shit..." Liam whispered softly, blinking slowly, seeing his own differences in his nose, his ears, his eyebrow... His hair had changed color, and that was far from all. Liam looked down at his huge cock, his heavy balls, and his... huge feet. He swallowed, reality setting in finally. He'd been ignoring it, so focused on self pleasure. It had been there for days, maybe even a week, the warning signs... He'd been trying to fuck like a rabbit and he was turning into one... It was Representative Transformation, the very thing that the Keep Americans Pure committee had been trying to weed out, the very thing that the Paradigm Crest neighborhood was built to be free of...

Now he was one of them, one of the others, one of the humans too weak to control their impulses and doomed to become something else. He had no one to blame but himself, except perhaps the internet company that had failed to install the filter.... But even then, it had been his path to find such dark corners of the internet. He couldn't stay there. There were stories about what the good and decent people did to those that changed. There was only one place that was safe for him, but not like this, at least not during daylight. He had to play it smart... He had to be ready.

**** Night had fallen, though Paradigm Crest was well lit. Countless street lights and the closed stores all glowed like warm embers on a cool night, casting their creamy yellow glow onto the street beyond. Liam had managed to find a sweatshirt that covered the changes to his head and tail, baggy sweatpants that almost hid how big his package had grown, but there was no hiding his feet... They were too big for any shoes, and they felt so good being used.... He bounded down the cement steps, having already said goodbye to his bungalow.

It was painful. It had been such a nice neighborhood, everything built just for them, for the elite, for the unchanged... It was paradise, but with his sins he was casting himself out. Liam's head drooped as he reached street level, seeing the red glow of the crosswalk reflected on the perfect asphalt until it switched to right. He jogged across the street, his feet giving him such a spring in his step. Perhaps it wasn't all bad, his changing form seemed to have some perks. It was a relief that he wouldn't get quite as fatigued as he would have as a human, he had a long way to go...

Liam's journey took him out of Paradigm Crest and along the curving access road. The street lights were fewer and farther between. The model town was behind him and there was a stretch of nothing - an intentional buffer to cut off the land of the pure from the city of the common. Even with his enhanced speed, it felt like an eternity to traverse the distance on foot.

Every bound and every hop brought Liam closer to the city. The sky glowed with light pollution, a melange of orange and purple and blue in a soup of carelessness.The city had not been planned, it had evolved. There were echoes of the past, mistakes learned the hard way. There were sports arenas left abandoned after it was deemed too dangerous for certain sports to be practiced when team members might transform. There were neighborhoods that fell into disrepair, and... the quarantine zone where those, like Liam, called home.

Liam had come close to it only once as a boy, dropping his toy from an overpass. He'd looked down to see another child pick it up, a child with fur and a muzzle and pointed ears, looking as if the greatest gift ever had fallen from heaven. Liam was young. He'd wanted to go get his toy, but there was no easy way down there, no easy way for the 'normals' to mix with the unusual, the changed, the different... but that had been one of the only parts of the city that had been planned. It was hard to get from the top down, but they'd never tried to trap the changed. Approaching the city from the outside, Liam could see the culvert was wide open... He had his way in.

**** Dawn was breaking. The clouds shifted from navy blue to shades of gold and bronze with hints of pink. Fires burned in barrels, but it wasn't for warmth. The slums weren't as bad off as Liam expected... There were full on houses down there, maintained painstakingly over the years. There were new structures built out of cargo containers, out of found supplies, even wood cabins made from trees from outside the city. Nature had found its way in even if the citizens had chosen not to leave.

Liam passed a lanky young man with a beak and piercing gold eyes peering out from under a hood, sharp talons gripping the cracked cement beneath. He saw a young antelope woman hanging laundry onto a line. He saw a trio of cheetah teenagers sitting on a porch, talking to one another. Liam's pace slowed, not just from fatigue, but from a strange realization. Paradigm Crest had been built to be paradise, but here had been no people - at least not at first, and it had been built with each house and each bungalow an island of isolation. Liam realized just how long it had been since he saw real humanity, and it hadn't been until he came here.

"You're new around here, aren't you?" A question came. Liam froze and turned, coming nose to nose with a twenty something year old skunk. The white part of his hair had been worked up into a bit of a pompadour while the scruff on his chin was long and braided. Liam swallowed a bit and nodded. The skunk reached out, running a claw along the fuzz on Liam's cheek, tickling one of his whiskers. His nose scrunched up and he twitched at having the whisker played with.

"What do I do?" Liam asked. The skunk cracked a grin.

"Well, I mean that's kind of up to you. You could keep doing what got you into this mess, or you could try to hold it off. But I think after getting this far, you might as well just have fun." The skunk said. Liam looked at him in dismay.

"So that's it? Just... give up or fight the inevitable?" He asked.

"That's what humans have been doing for decades." A second voice said. Liam turned to see the hawk boy approaching, pulling his hood down. His hair was beautiful, falling down to his shoulder in hues of gold and brown and straw and stone. He kept his arms close to his sides, though it was clear he had feathers and tissue connecting them to his back, a structure of wings more beautiful and unusual than Liam had ever seen before.

"What do you mean?" Liam asked, trying to focus more on the bird boy's words than his body. The hawk grinned.

"Little by little, humans started changing into forms that fit their behaviors - not just the bad ones, but all behaviors. It was a gift, or a tool, preparation for something that was coming. And what did the humans do? They hid from it, and they hid us from them. They treated it like a disease, but it's not contagious. It's inbuilt in every one of them, waiting for the right moment to awaken." he said softly.

"Don't mind him, Eagle Eye is a bit of an idealist." The skunk smirked.

"I told you to stop calling me that." The hawk glowered.

"Relax kid, you don't have to be afraid here. You can do what you need to do. I'm sure someone will take you under their wing - so to speak." he smirked.

"Do you guys know Jace Kade?" Liam asked. The hawk looked surprised but the skunk grinned. He looked down at Liam's feet and then back up at his face.

"Oh my god... Are you serious? Did you know him, or just... like find out about him?" The skunk asked.

"I found some videos of his..." Liam admitted bashfully. The skunk broke out laughing.

"Oh my god... For a gay bunny, he can still breed like a rabbit. That's insane. That's what, four? Five?" The skunk asked.

"Five now..." The hawk murmured.

"Well, if he's your so called patron spirit, let me show you your way." The skunk said, gesturing. Liam felt even more isolated and embarrassed, though he turned back to the hawk.

"If you're around later, maybe we could talk about your ideas about humanity? I thought they were kind of interesting." Liam said. The bird boy's beak chattered a bit before he nodded.

"I'll be around until sunset." he said. Liam nodded at that before resuming his walk, going with the skunk, not sure what to expect of his new life.

**** The slums were filled with every sort of place Liam could imagine. They were headed into the heart of it all, passing by churches, markets, even an area that seemed to be some sort of bar or musical area, but near the back of the slums, tucked under two different levels of overpasses was a big tent made up of cloth in various shades of red, stitched together and held up with a rib cage of found metal poles. The skunk lifted the front flap and turned, looking back at Liam.

"This is the answer to the question, but if you go in here, there's no holding anything back." he said. Liam nodded weakly.

"I've come a long way. What's a little further?" he questioned. The skunk gave a grin before he backed away, allowing Liam to step into the tent. The air was warm and humid, spicy with just a hint of fresh cut hay. He only made it in a few feet before he brushed past someone leaving, a fox that was looking well spent. It was hard not to stare at each and every individual down here. They were so unique, so distinct. The surface had become boring with everyone trying to blend in, trying not to change. By the time Liam's eyes lifted, he gasped.

Standing in the center of the tent was a tall, strong figure covered in pristine white fur, aside from a pattern that had been dyed into it like some sort of tattoo. He was a rabbit with a puffy white tail, long ears down to the small of his back, flowing white hair and a cock so large it seemed like some sort of club. Huge feet tapped idly on the ground and fingers covered in rings placed a selection of supplies into a basket before the head turned and crystal blue eyes looked at Liam. A smile crossed his muzzle.

"Welcome to my hollow, my dear bunny... " The rabbit said. Liam licked his lips.

"Are you Jace Kade?" he asked. The rabbit grinned.

"No one's called me that in a while. Most people here call me Ace. How did you find my real name?" he asked. Liam blushed.

"I'm a big fan." he muttered. Ace smirked and moved over, reaching down, rubbing his ringed hands over the bulge in Liam's sweatpants.

"I can see... Have you come to become one of my boys?" he asked. Liam looked up, startled.

"One of your boys?" he asked. Ace nodded.

"You've got the goods, I'm sure you have the stamina. You could make a good life for yourself here... People pay handsomely for us to get their feet hopping." Ace said. He smiled and leaned in, licking the fuzz on Liam's chin, "And I bet you enjoyed the road getting here." he said. Liam huffed and moaned, his own foot starting to hop.

"I don't know what I want yet..." He whispered. Ace nodded at that and turned, moving over to the very large bed in the center of the tent. He climbed down onto it, slinking over to a pile of pillows, his hand reaching out to start to stroke his shaft. Liam watched with awe as it stretched even fuller than it had been before.

"See anything you want?" he asked. Liam moaned at that, his heart racing.

"I... I've never done anything with anyone else. I just saw your movies. I... I'm not even fully rabbit." Liam whispered. Ace grinned.

"Not yet, but you're so close... Come on, you can learn from the best. You'll love being a fuck bunny. Everyone will want you. I bet you'll have the softest fur... and the silkiest cum." Ace whispered. Liam swallowed, looking at the man of his dreams, or at least the person the man of his dreams had become... and he was right, he was so close... and he had enjoyed it so much. He had made himself this, he had changed himself, this was his destiny in a way. Liam took one more breath before he approached the bed, starting to pull off his sweatshirt.

Ace watched with intrigue as Liam revealed himself. His ears were pointed and taller, but they hadn't yet changed. His mouth was protruding, but it wasn't yet a muzzle. He was right on the tipping point and something about that intrigued Ace. He reached out, his paw taking Liam's hand, pulling him closer. Liam wriggled out of his sweatpants, his huge cock hitting open air. Ace put his other paw on the young man's ass, bringing him down until they were cock to cock.

"What's your name, my bunny boy?" Ace asked. Liam blinked softly.

"Liam..." He replied. Ace smiled, his nose twitching.

"That's a good name... I'm going to scream it out as we fuck." Ace whispered before kissing Liam. Liam moaned, feeling surprised and delighted at the same time. He'd never expected to feel another man on him, especially like this. His whole body was covered in silky fur that felt like being embraced by a dream. Liam melted against him, feeling their chests rub, their cocks grind, their lips meet. Ace kissed like a beast before working down, nuzzling against Liam's chest, finding his nipples to suck. Liam moaned hard at that, panting, rolling onto his back.

Ace seemed to have the new convert right where he wanted him. He worked his nipples with his mouth, fondled his balls with one paw, using the other to wrap around. He stroked up and down, making Liam moan and buck, arching his back. It wasn't long before his swollen rabbit foot started to bounce and twitch. Ace picked up the pace, stroking him harder and faster before he lowered down more, slinking until he brought his whiskered muzzle up to the tip of Liam's shaft. With a mischievous grin, he dove down.

Liam gasped and then howled as his cock was enveloped in a hot, slick mouth for the first time. Ace started to bounce his head up and down, faster and harder, moving it with rapid fire precision. He salivated all over it, soaking it with his spit, feeling how full and plump and hard it was... but apparently it was all a prelude. Ace stood back up, careful of his balance on the bed. He gave Liam a bit of a dance, flexing and contorting, showing off his muscles, his furry backside, strutting his stuff before he lowered down and down and down... and onto Liam.

Of all the things Liam had been expecting, this wasn't one of them. In the videos, Ace had been the top, the dom, the aggressor... but at the same time, Liam had been imagining himself as that, working his own cock like he was fucking someone. Somehow it felt oddly right, oddly perfect, tight and hot and... so good. Liam started to buck his hips up and down, picking up pace, jumping to a fast speed.

"That's it, my fuck bunny. You've got the drive. Breed me, mate me, make me yours." Ace moaned. Liam twitched and moaned, grunting hard, fucking like his life depended on it. Ace rode him for a few more moments before he rolled, hoisting Liam up with him. Ace dropped onto all fours, his puffball tail twitching. His back arched and he swayed, thrusting forward and back to maximize the friction that Liam was feeling.

It was funny. He'd had so little real life practice, but he'd seen enough videos to get a feel for it. One of his hands grabbed onto Ace's hips, the other stroked one of his long, flat ears. Liam's hips jutted forward and back so fast it was like a blur. Nothing was going to stop him. The heat built, the friction tingled, his balls ached, but nothing would stop him. He needed this, he needed Ace, he needed to embrace who he was.

The moans escaping from Liam's mouth were hot, but they started to become something more as he felt the heat change inside him. His blood was boiling, his muscles singing out, and his face was throbbing. More brown fur began to creep up his cheeks, ring his mouth, and then sweep across his nose. His human flesh was subsumed just as his jaw and skull began to contort.

Pops and snaps came, even a muffling of his hearing. Liam was lost in a moment of blindness, deafness, feeling only the ass around his cock. He focused entirely on that, ramming in deep and hard, feeling his cock growing fatter and longer, putting up even more of a resistance. He didn't want it to stop. He felt like he'd found his true purpose. His hips rounded and became more supple as he moved, his asscheeks prying apart. The swollen lump that had been the start of his tail finished, bristling with brown fur until it was a slab of fur that sprung up with excitement.

Liam's face had contorted in sexual bliss, but it was pushing well beyond that. The bone softened and expanded, taking on new shapes before hardening again. The tip of his nose became more animalistic, his nostrils changing. The nose itself became flat on the top, taking a smooth angle up into his brow bone. His teeth flattened, his mouth elongated, and his muzzle pushed into its own. It would have been pure cuteness if not for the sexual glaze over his half lidded eyes.

A ruffle of auditory sense broke through the muffled silence as Liam's hearing returned, this time enhanced and coming from a completely different part of his head. His ears had migrated up his skull, taking up new positions before his ears had started to stretch out longer and flatter, covered in soft brown fur. The sides of his head had filled in, flat and furry, letting his skull take on its completely bunny shape.

Ace and Liam were a tangle of fur and flesh, of bit feet stroking and rubbing one another. Ace rammed back around Liam's cock, all the while the fur was spreading across Liam's stomach, his back, his arms and legs. His fingernails darkened to black, stretching out into claws, the fuzz around each finger thick enough to make it look more paw like. It only took a few more seconds before the last of Liam's human skin was gone, replaced with his rabbit pelt.

In moments they looked like naturals, a skinny brown rabbit fucking a muscled white rabbit. They were fast and furious, sweaty, musky, eager, loud, rambunctious and horny. Ace moaned, starting to clench his ass, writhing and panting before his own cock erupted with a geyser of bunny spooge, soaking the bed beneath him.

"LIAM! Oh my god! Fuck yes! Fuck me hard you bunny stud!" Ace screamed as he came. The smell hit Liam, combined with the undulation of the ass around his cock, and there was no way he could last. Liam threw his head back and howled out.His tail twitched, his whiskers flinched, his chest heaved with breath and then he came... and came... and came.

The last drops of his human semen were shed just ahead of a wave of his new cum. It was plentiful, thick, hot and silky. No doubt it would be a fan favorite. Liam held onto Ace, feeling his partner pant, feeling the sweat soaking his fur, feeling that... apparently... Neither of them had gone soft after their orgasm. They were both still erect, aroused, and even with the splendor of their orgasm, he wasn't tuckered out.

"Alright, my turn..." Ace whispered, licking his muzzled lips, looking back at Liam. Liam finally realized why Ace had let him go first... It was to complete his transformation so he could be fucked like a real rabbit. It was a calculated move, but somehow Liam was only thankful. He had a lot to learn, but he was eager to learn it.

**** The sun had set out of view of the slums, but its lingering effects were far reaching. The sky was beautiful, looking up between the labyrinth of raised city streets and neighborhoods, all of them angled so none could see down and see the cast off or the forgotten. It seemed callous, and yet Liam had never felt so free. He'd left Ace's tent with an orange wrap around his waist to cover himself up, but the rest of him was bare. He liked feeling the cool breezes in his fur, to feel his long ears resting on his back, to feel the cement and the tufts of grass beneath his feet.

He nodded his head to those he passed. In time he'd have to get to know them all, and some he was sure he'd get to know very well, but there was one person he wanted to see more than any other. Liam passed back toward the entrance to the culvert, passing the skunk who gave him an appreciative nod, but that wasn't who he was headed for. Liam slowed as he got toward the entrance, spotting the hawk that stood guard.

"If I'm not supposed to call you eagle eye, what should I call you?" Liam asked. The hawk turned his head without turning his body, regarding the brown rabbit before forming his beak into a bit of a smile.

"Reno... And you?" he asked.

"Liam." The rabbit answered. The hawk smiled.

"It looks like you found yourself." Reno commented.

"Well, I guess I did this to myself... Unless what you're saying is true, and it was always in there?" he asked, moving to sit down on a crate near where Reno was standing. Reno smiled and looked up at the sky, then out of the opening toward the access road and the forest on either side.

"This ability to change is in all of us... More now than ever. They've been trying to hide it for decades, but they're losing. There are slums like this in every city on the planet, and here are cities that are just the changed. Something is coming, and the humans... can't face it. They needed a competitive edge, something to make them more resilient. This is a gift." Reno said.

"What's coming?" Liam asked. Reno chuckled.

"I'm not sure... And I don't know when it'll get here, but whatever it is, it'll be easier on those that embrace who they really are and use their gifts to survive. Welcome to your future, Liam." Reno said, holding out a first. Liam closed his paw into a fist and bumped it into Reno's.

"Glad to be here." He replied before following the Hawk's gaze into the wilderness.