Bunny Beats
A story we wrote for our metamour https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lurkerrabbit ; in which their mouse sona listens to a popular new song, that just so happens to cause him to turn into a horny rabbit.
"Have you been injured in a-"
"Tomorrow, we'll have clear skies-"
"Remember, tonight is the big show from-"
Lurker sighed as they simply turned their radio off, their fuzzy fingers dancing over the buttons in their car. The pale-furred mouse was struggling to figure out what to listen to; he liked several of the local stations, but nothing was the right mood for him as they waited by the traffic lights. They considered simply keeping the radio off, but were only able to keep that going until they hit another intersection, needing a distraction from the mundanity of the road that wouldn't distract them from its contents.
Turning it back on, he shuffled through another pair of stations, before hitting one that he hadn't heard of before; Rabbit Rhythm, whose frequency was one they didn't recall ever being used. They were uncertain, but it was novel at least, and so they settled for leaving it on as they continued their drive.
"Hello to all our wonderful listeners! Or should I say Bun-derful? Been saving that pun for days!" the host announced, his voice light but with a moderate pitch. "Anyway, tonight we have a new act for you, a lovely track from the Bunny Beats supergroup that I'm sure our listeners will enjoy. And after that, a word from our sponsors."
As the music began to play, Lurker smiled, front teeth on display as he listened. They were actually enjoying this song, even though they didn't catch the name; it wasn't quite catchy enough for him to remember it all, but it was good, and they happily turned up the volume, enjoying the track. It was mixed perfectly, the vocals clear, the instruments balanced nicely against each other. They made a note to themselves to look it up later as they pulled the car in, waiting until the song was over and the ads started before he turned off the radio and left the car.
As they went about their day, he kept thinking about the song; there was something about it he couldn't quite place that he enjoyed, even as they struggled to recall the exact lyrics. Something about how soft bunny fur was? They shrugged it off for now, going about their business in various stores, buying groceries and a few other supplies.
As they made their final purchases, getting a set of replacement parts for a computer, they stopped. The store radio had a familiar song playing, and it took Lurker a moment to realize it was that same song from Bunny Beats, although he'd still missed the name. He happily listened to it, managing to commit a bit more of it to memory before the song ended, shuffling to another group as the store speakers went through their random playlist. They appreciated finding it again in the wild, but at the same time were dissatisfied; the store speakers were old, didn't give a clear mix, and generally weren't good for listening.
The car trip back saw him leaving the radio on the new station, wondering if the song would return. It didn't, but they were able to hear some other songs from the group; "Bounce House" was exactly what the title implied, "True Love" was an upbeat pop song, and "Stone Cold" incorporated heavy metal into their sound. He was pleasantly surprised by the variety in their work; even with them being a supergroup, different songs attributed to different members, they managed to all fit together while being distinct.
Back at home, they took the time to settle in, setting their food aside, spare parts laid out by their machine. He worked quickly, removing the casing to set the new parts in, and as soon as it was functional once more his first act after testing was to search for the band.
His search took a few tries, specifying that they wanted music, then specifying again the supergroup. They were hooked, searching through several music videos, following the group's social media, even considering buying some albums before deciding to wait until he had more free cash. And yet, the first song of theirs the mouse had heard was nowhere to be seen; a look through the discography proved near-fruitless, until they found the video at last, unlisted in search engines but accessible as a link on the band's own site.
It took surprisingly long for the video to load, slower than their computer usually was, but soon enough they'd found it. He'd finally found the song's name, "Become the Best Bun"; they watched the video, several members of the group dancing and swaying in just their fur, anything naughty covered up by their fluff. They could guess at why this wasn't released to the public yet; as alluring as it was to watch, admiring the various colours and patterns of the all-rabbit band, the video was probably too spicy compared to the rest of the output to fit.
When the video ended, they immediately played it again; while one watch was enough, they were happy to listen to the song again, admiring the intricate mix of acoustic and electronic instruments, the lyrics where they talked about letting one's ears stick out, the melodies that were extremely pleasant despite their generic nature. He giggled a little when they caught a line telling you to be your own bun, mentioning how some stick up and some droop down, idly running a hand along his own arm, feeling the fur's texture. It was coarse, or at least coarser than a rabbit; that they were making such a specific comparison only struck them as odd for a moment, before figuring it was simply their admiration for the rabbits currently dominating their computer screen.
Turning back to the rest of his desk, he found himself simply doing boring paperwork, although it was made easier to bear with the music going. Their tail waved back and forth, gently tapping against the legs of their chair, although after a while they noticed it was starting to sway a little less, hitting higher parts of the chair. When he turned back in confusion, he saw exactly why: their tail was shrinking, soft fur slowly taking over as it shortened. It was only a small amount, but it was strange.
When they tried to return to their work, they got distracted when running their hands in his fur; it was softer than before, the hairs texture slowly shifting. It was gradual, and only in patches, but it was yet another oddity for him to ponder as they went back to the computer, keeping the video playing while checking messages and talking with his friends. For a moment, they wondered if they should tell their friends about the change, but decided against it for now.
Then one of them posted talking about music they were listening to, sharing some of it. Lurker smiled, pausing his own to listen and enjoy. By the time it was finished, however, he was already ready to return to Become the Best Bun, and sent the link into the groupchat to let their friends and partners listen too. They were quite happy with the immediate positive response they got, before they realized how late it was, leaving the song playing as he went to sleep.
Their rest itself was unremarkable; no dreams out of the ordinary, no more or less comfortable than normal. But as Lurker woke up, they immediately felt a number of oddities; the hair on their hands was more similar to fur, his ears and feet had grown small patches of matching fur, their muzzle was shorter than it usually would be. He spent several minutes simply examining himself in a mirror, trying to see all the changes. The entire time his computer speakers kept the song playing, the lyrics starting to burn themselves into their mind, although they didn't particularly mind.
When they checked up on his friends that they shared the song with, he found several of them noting that they felt weird; their tails growing shorter, ears sticking out, fur either softening or appearing where there was none before. They felt it was only right for them to comment on their own changes, his even shorter tail barely past their knees as it rested against their seat.
"Oh yeah, I've been changing like that too! It started sometime yesterday for me, though."
"Do you know what caused it?" asked a friend, a cat whose ears were now much more floppy.
"I don't, sorry. If I find out I'll tell you, alright?"
Today, they had work; in the interest of preparing, he finally stopped the music he'd been playing, but not before catching a comment someone had left on the video with a download link. Although too suspicious of it to click themselves, it occurred to them that they might wanna guarantee they could hear it on the drive over, or during their shift, so he quickly went and made a recording to keep on his phone.
He kept the song playing during his drive to work, his phone plugged into the car speakers. With their window open, a few fellow drivers and pedestrians were able to hear the music; they didn't easily catch other people's reactions, but there was a lot more appreciation than normal for someone playing their music so loudly. At one traffic light, they even upped the volume by a small amount, the sounds of other cars threatening to drown the song out.
When he reached the store he worked at, he found his ears brushing against the top of the doorframe when he stepped out. Confused, he looked into the car's mirror; their ears, on top of being mostly fur-covered, were now both longer and narrower, gently sticking upward and twitching a little with their mood. These changes were getting greater, and as their shorter still tail wiggled a little, Lurker was starting to piece it together; the song was responsible for them.
As they slid into their work clothes, he thought over things, how he had shared the song around. He knew that when he got the chance to return home, he should tell his friends about how he found the cause. But as he thought about actually stopping the song, not listening to it, he felt odd. They liked the song, they wanted to keep enjoying it; as they began the dull work of stocking shelves with new electronics just before opening hours, they found themselves singing the song in his head.
Even simply humming it to himself was enough to have the changes continue, albeit more slowly than before; they noticed the shifting of the fur on his fingers, how his nails were changing shape to match a rabbit's claws. His feet were growing thick, matted fur inside their work shoes, no pads but plenty of fluff, sharp nails good for grasping. As much as Lurker was uncertain about these changes, he felt like he might as well give in, like they should see them through.
During his break, he took the time to visit the office of the store. A few customers and one of his coworkers had been curious about his changes, something he found himself having to brush off as no big deal. One computer in the corner was set up to provide music over the intercom system; idly, Lurker sat down and looked over the playlist. They were pretty neutral towards the majority of it, but then had an idea, quickly looking for the store manager, an otter with a small gut.
"Excuse me, sir?" they asked, the older man turning to meet them. "Is it alright if I add a song to the store's playlist?"
The manager sighed, stepping past them back to the office. "As long as you run it by me first."
As Lurker showed him the video, the manager smiled a little. They couldn't help but notice his front teeth sticking out a bit more in his smile, although the man himself didn't catch it.
"Yeah, this is good stuff; uplifting message, happy vibes. I'll add it to the playlist."
The mouse-turning-rabbit smiled at his boss' words, bouncing a little on his feet, taking note of how they felt a small bit larger. "Thank you!"
"Say, I've heard of these guys before... yeah, here!"
The older man stepped toward a drawer, opening it to reveal a selection of posters and flyers, taking one out near the top. The picture clearly showed the majority of Bunny Beats, alongside a proclamation: the band had a live show that was performing that week, seven days in a row! The first show was later tonight, and immediately Lurker felt an excitement in the back of their mind, despite how much they'd already been changed by the band's music.
"If you, say, need to take tomorrow off because you slept in, well... I wouldn't mind handling some floor work."
"Thank you, sir!"
For the rest of their shift, Lurker was elated. Not only had he managed to share the song some more, but now he was going to see the band live! Even having to work the register for the second part of his workday couldn't get to him; his smile when helping customers pay was genuine, and only a few took any notice of his odd appearance. He couldn't help but squirm a little for much of the shift, however; their pants were feeling a little tight in the front, and they could only assume their cock was starting to grow, just a little, even beyond how much it usually would swell when he was turned on.
Near the end of their shift they noticed that Become the Best Bun was playing again, and couldn't help but feel great at seeing how the customers had patches of softer fur, gently extending ears, shortening tails and growing teeth. It was a small effect, and many didn't even notice, but he knew that this would spread the changes further. Part of him felt he shouldn't be doing this, but that part was quieter, drowned out by how good it felt, and how he knew it wasn't actually dangerous. That the thought of these changes spreading were helping make him horny, their mind drifting to lewd acts, also didn't help.
Finally work ended, and they were free once more to pop in their earphones as they slipped out of their uniform. Already his fur was softening once more, the colours at least remaining as he settled in for the drive to the venue. It wasn't too long, only a short detour, but it was enough for them to listen to the song for a few more loops.
Fortunately for him, he was able to arrive early enough to secure a safe parking spot. Stepping out of their car, they quickly made their way into the large, stadium-like venue; it wasn't the biggest around, but it had a lot of floor space, and the band had even made entry completely free. All it took was a verification that he was an adult, and Lurker was in.
A small crowd had already formed, folk of several species attending. Lurker noticed that many of them had soft fur already growing, giant ears and buck teeth. A few had noticeably ill-fitting tops, designed to fit breasts that weren't there, or bulges poking through their skirts. They smiled, managing to push his way closer to the stage, joining in the cheering when the members filed onstage. Not everyone was there, just the ones who were confident with a crowd, but that didn't stop the excitement.
"Alright! Hello everyone! Are you ready for the first-ever live show of 'Become the Best Bun'!?"
The roar of the crowd grew, and soon the group began their performance. Some performed live vocals and playing, while other parts were prerecorded, set to play by the DJs of the group. It was exciting, in more ways than one; Lurker found themselves growing hard once more, his cock tight against his pants as he listened and changed.
Hearing the song live instead of recorded was accelerating the effects, their fur completely shifting, nails fully forming blunt claws. His tail shrunk into a tiny, wiggling nub, and his ears fully swayed, picking up on the sounds of the crowd as they too had their changes advance. One man, a turtle, was watching as his shell fully shrunk down, testing out his newfound flexibility by twisting to kiss the rabbit next to him; another person was watching as their breasts and skunk tail shrank away, hand reaching into their pants to just openly stroke at their dick. The crowd was growing horny, and as the song ended, the lead vocalist smirked.
"Go ahead, guys, let yourselves loose! Who wants an encore?"
The response was mixed; half the crowd was cheering and calling on another performance, while the other half was already starting to pull their clothes off. Lurker blushed as they watched another rabbit, a taller one than him, approach, his face still shifting in front of him. Another one, fatter than either, soon joined them, his cock still obviously growing after he'd shed his ill-fitting skirt.
"Care to join us?" the taller bun asked, Lurker simply nodding as he began to pull his shirt away, exposing their own leaner chest. The taller two rabbits blushed back, the fat one looking a little embarrassed as he settled himself down to pull at Lurker's pants, soon leaving them just as naked as their new companions. He heard another guest asking for permission to join in and gave a thumbs up, as the tall rabbit bent in to give a deep kiss, tongue running along their teeth. He was soon joined by another set of paws, even softer than most of the rabbits, running along his chest, while the large bun at Lurker's feet began to kiss at their thighs, eventually taking his cock into his mouth, blushing as he gave it a taste.
Lurker couldn't help but smile, even as the two rabbits on his face and chest soon grew distracted from teasing them by each other, happily cuddling each other, one grabbing both their cocks to pleasure them at once. Lurker simply turned all his focus to the person still tending him, one hand supporting his head while he worked, tongue running along their shaft, hands holding onto their hips as Lurker came. He was left panting a little, but already was starting to recover, the song helping him keep his energy up even as his current partner began to stand up, the smaller rabbit bending down to offer him the same treatment.
When the band finished their encore, they simply switched over to the next track, confident that the whole crowd was a collection of horny bunny boys. Lurker, for their part, happily let go and enjoyed themselves; he wasn't sure when, or if, he'd turn back, but it was hard to care in the moment, joining in the lewd celebration for the night.