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“Oops, you've got some blueberry on your chin."

Brandon bent forward over the red blanket to plant a kiss just below Hailey's lips. Instead of the romantic sound he was going for, he made a silly squelching as he attempted to both kiss and slurp. He drew back, trying to catch the blueberry filling that was falling off his lower lip. Hailey giggled all the while.

A sweet breeze rolled through the trees as if trying to join in on their laughter. Brandon had intentionally laid down the picnic blanket at the edge of the park. Past the edge, technically. A spot past the fence to ensure they wouldn't be bothered. Or seen.

Hailey hummed, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply of the warm springtime air. “Gotta say, that pie hit the spot. Morning picnic was a perfect idea."

Brandon smiled as he reached to stroke the back of her hand with a thumb. The thick trees all around stood like sentinels to keep watch over this private place.

His girlfriend's lips stretched languidly into a smile as she pretended to look through the picnic basket. “I'm not seeing a dessert, that's weird. Or maybe you had something other than food planned?"

Brandon hesitated, then frowned as he might normally do. Time for the real main course. “Dessert, for a morning picnic?"

He pretended to be distracted by a message on his phone. “Text," he murmured, pulling it out and opening the app he'd explored in detail the previous night.

Hailey was rolling her eyes, no doubt. “Something work-related on a Saturday morning? Who is it?"

As always, she knew something was up. She was too practiced at her own brand of secrecy and cleverness to be fooled by his meager best attempt at surprising her. Nonetheless, he fiddled with the sliders and buttons on the app instead of responding. In half a minute she'd be laughing and her eyes full of love if he was fast enough. Well, she'd be purring, not laughing, he supposed.

“What's going on?" she asked as he set the phone down and reached for her pink tank top. While she didn't resist him pulling it over her head, she remained flustered. No problem. Just a few seconds to go. He could feel the texture of her shoulders changing. The small bristles under his fingertips lengthening into a soft coat of fur. His knuckle brushed one of her changing ears as he removed the shirt. It rounded and changed to a golden white color as it grew out of her dark hair.

“Take it all off," he whispered. He all but lunged forward, bearing her down to the blanket with his thighs beneath her breasts. What he was saying and doing were so out of character. They both knew it. But she'd shared with him weeks ago the way she fantasized about being treated. Aggressively. Out of the blue. Hers was not an outlandish sexual fantasy, yet it was one that had been difficult for him to work up the courage to fulfill.

She complied, her concerned frown slowly becoming a smile. As she removed her bra, he helped her kick off her shoes, socks, and short shorts. Her toes, he noticed, had darkening pads beneath them as they morphed into the thick toes of a big cat.

“Why do I feel so weird?" she suddenly said. He stifled her questioning by bending forward, pressing himself against her bare breasts, and kissing her deeply.

Her tongue had changed. It was flat and thin. As his own tongue explored her sharpening teeth, her lips transformed. The fine coat of fuzz sprouting on her face tickled his cheeks. When he looked into her half-lidded eyes, the sparkle of new golden irises caught his attention.

Then her eyes opened wide and she pulled away abruptly, almost ripping open a wound on Brandon's tongue with the lower fangs she didn't know she had.

“Whuz gong on, whuzyou do da me?" she growled.

Brandon was surprised despite himself at the inhuman face looking up at him. Was that bewilderment in her eyes, or the naturally stunning gaze of the animal she was becoming? He shifted on her expanding, rising chest. What would be the sexiest way to respond to that?

He rose to his feet. And pulled his shirt over his head with one hand. Not the most impressive sight, but he had to get her into the mood somehow. His eyes roved her changing body as he continued to strip. Her mouth was pushing out into a snout that was as big as his head. Quiet, almost imperceptible cracking noises from her shoulders and hips heralded the coming of her new posture. Her arms and legs were pulled into the air above her. Rigid in comparison to her floppy wrists, Hailey's ankles extended into fully transformed cat paws. Her fingers, now part of her forepaws, looked comical in the way they hung loosely with no ability at all to bend. A black-tipped tail snaked out along the picnic blanket while her genitalia moved closer to the tail base. And everywhere, tawny fur lengthened to become a short coat.

How? came a synthesized voice from Brandon's phone where it lay on the paper sandwich plate. The MindSpeak component of the app was a godsend.

Good. He couldn't tell by her ferocious looking face, but she must have figured out that he'd dosed her with the same bioaug that she'd given him two days ago.

“I spent a little extra to buy it in a dissolvable tablet form. It was in your orange juice, Hay."

Smooth, Brandon, smooth. You really got me by surprise. First time for everything. Her whiskers twitched as she opened and closed her fuzzy mouth. Yellowed fangs in her lower jaw peeked out at him.

He smiled. She didn't know how much this victory meant to him. Fully naked now, he sat down next to her while she rolled onto her side. She was a fair bit bigger than him now, and definitely heavier. He could see the sinews flexing under her furry pelt.

“I went with lioness since I thought you'd like to see how it felt."

Right, because the last form we tried on you was a lion. That was hot. Your thick mane. The deep growl you had.

Hearing her speak in broken sentences through this robo-voice was probably the weirdest thing about this bioaugmentation. Ordinarily she was so expressive and emotional. He wondered if she'd been taken aback by his robo-voice when he'd been transformed. No, probably not. He'd already had a steady, low voice.

Brandon scuttled away from her on his hands and feet when a bloodthirsty, rumbling growl came from her belly and throat.

Relax, said the voice. I'm seeing what it's like to be a lioness.

“Tell that to my poor old heart," he returned. “Just remember, we figured out that your body does affect how you think and feel. I know when I was a lion, I felt...untouchable, dominant. Like a king, as cliché as that is."

Did you feel lazy, too? 'cause I feel lazy. Scratch my belly, Brannie.

“I was going to anyway," he grumbled as he scratched the thin fur of her exposed belly with his short fingernails.

A contented rumble shook his fingertips. Or was it a purr? Her eyes closed and her back arched as he dug in harder. This way and that, her tail swayed and its tip danced. After a relaxing, companionable minute, her voice came from his phone.

Lower.

He scratched her lower belly.

Lower.

He scratched lower, between her muscled thighs.

Lower.

He glanced at her face. She lifted her head and gave him a wink. Brandon couldn't help but laugh at the sight of a lioness winking. His smile faded as he focused on scratching and massaging her crotch. Really, it wasn't too different from a human vagina. A bit more round, less of a slit, furry on the outside. But a vagina at the end of the day. Her rumbling stopped, which he didn't know how to interpret. Pleasure? Dissatisfaction? He pulled his head away to check her reaction to his fingers. She was batting at her shorts, playing with them.

“Just like a real cat," he said under his breath as he returned to her vagina.

I heard that.

He must have been doing something right, because a musky smell started to come from Hailey's 'pussy'. She was getting wet. Good. Time to step up his game. Leaning further onto his side and bending his neck down between her legs, he let his tongue play along her outer lips. Her body shivered, her tail accidentally batting him as it twitched. He worked his tongue deeper ever so slowly, doing his best to tease her lioness vagina.

The purring started up again. It was music to his ears. Initially it had been frightening, but now it was both amusing and rewarding. How strange, for his girlfriend to be an exotic animal that could kill in seconds. The knowledge that he had not only this private grove to protect him, but also this ferocious lioness was oddly comforting. She would never, could never hurt him, but would definitely be a risk to anyone who came poking around here. He couldn't recall ever feeling so safe.

Hm, his mind was running away on him. Returning his focus to pleasing his girlfriend, he pushed his tongue even deeper. He was reaching places he'd never expected he could reach. Did lionesses have shorter vaginas? His tongue was hitting her tunnel's end: her relatively hard cervix. And the more he licked, the easier it became to reach her deepest places. It had to be some sort of muscular response to stimulation. The more stimulation, the more her cervix was pushed toward the outside world. To increase chance of fertilization? To keep the males stimulated, somehow? Strange, he ought to have heard of this phenomenon since he worked in animal protection. He loved animal trivia.

He drew back, finding the motion unexpectedly easy. Like his neck had become super flexible. He smacked his lips of the salty, tangy juices while straightening his neck, only to find that his head was now positioned some three feet above her body. And his own body.

With a cry of surprise, he once again scrambled away from his girlfriend. His arms and legs were gangly like sticks. His fingers and toes were numb. Hooves. Whenever he moved his head and neck, it threw his entire balance off. Like he was swinging something very heavy. His longer ears shook and flapped behind his skull with alarm as he struggled to leverage his rapidly changing body to a standing position.

By the time he'd gotten to his 'feet', Brandon could tell the transformation had ended. Accordingly, he forced himself to relax. There was nothing to be scared about. He wasn't dying, he wasn't having a heart attack, and aliens weren't invading. Hailey must have surreptitiously used her phone to transform him while he'd been...occupied with her lower region.

He was a giraffe, of course. He could be nothing else considering his vantage point. A lioness sat on her haunches some twenty feet below his head, watching him while her tail danced. A small thrill of fear ran his long, long spine, but he overrode it with reason. That was Hailey, not a natural predator. Still, he couldn't fully shake the lingering need to leave the area, to find comfort in numbers. Instead he focused on his new body.

Despite his incredible height, Brandon felt stable on his four legs. Legs that were longer than his human body had been tall. He shifted on his cloven hooves. There was something about being a quadruped that made him feel solidly connected to the earth. The spotty pattern of tan and brown in his short-haired hide was pretty to look at. His thin tail swayed behind his tall butt absently while he inspected himself, until a voice from his phone far below caught his attention. His sensitive ears swiveled to catch the sounds reflexively.

If you're done admiring your spots, lower your belly so I can take a lick at your goods. Look, I mean.

Hailey's toothy mouth widened in what he could only assume was a grin or chuckle. The slip of the tongue had been no slip at all; she would have to focus on her words very carefully for the MindSpeak to dictate them.

Brandon wasn't sold on the idea of allowing a lioness access to his nether regions, but he'd set this picnic up knowing full well it was going to get crazy sooner or later. The sex during their previous misadventure had been both fun and fascinating. With no property damage possible in the current circumstances, he really didn't have anything to lose. No excuses.

So he gradually spread his hooves. It must have looked ridiculous to any observers, were it possible for anyone to be watching them in this grove. Like a circus trick. A safari animal taught to do something human. He certainly felt bizarre. Giraffes weren't meant to spread their legs apart. They had their necks to reach anything low.

He froze, an animal grunt escaping his snout. Her hot, flat tongue was lapping at the skin of his crotch. His long purple tongue cleaned his lips nervously while he craned his neck down. Weird, to be able to easily watch what was happening between his legs while he stood upright.

Hailey was on her hind legs with her forepaws squeezing his hanging belly for support. Her head was bobbing up and down while her tongue worked on the sheath of his penis. Tiny pinprick sensations threatened his belly where her paws gripped him.

Watch those claws, he sent to her phone.

I know Brannie, quit your whining or I'll eat you up. I hope your cock matches your neck, so I can eat that up.

Classic Hailey. He snorted, saw the nostrils on the top-side of his snout flare. He was certainly beginning to feel hot and bothered as she continued her treatment. Something long and sensitive emerged into her moistened mouth. The tips of her fangs tickled but he forced himself to stay stock-still. An errant twitch could find him impaled on her fangs, fangs that were intended to crush and rip throats.

Good, you're ready, she said. Now get lower and fill me up.

Their gazes met as she lowered her upper body to the ground. Her rear and dancing tail remained pointed up in the air toward his red penis. She purred, a decidedly sexual sound.

Brandon spread his four legs even farther apart, as far as they would go. His shoulders and hips strained uncomfortably. He was as low as he could go. Still, his penis tip was above his target. Switching tactics, he stood tall before folding his hind legs. No, that wouldn't work. He couldn't keep his long front legs straight while his back ones were folded, in the way that many animals could.

The lioness moved out of the way so he wouldn't fall on her as he continued to adjust his positions. His cock brushed against the grass, enticing him further. If only he could find a way to mate with something as small as her!

I could climb to a low tree branch, she suggested.

Don't be ridiculous, Hay. That's dangerous.

She growled for a second. I think this body's up to the challenge.

I doubt this is going to work, he said with an attempt at finality. The firmness of his voice, of course, didn't translate to the synthesized voice.

Fine, she returned. He could hear her moving behind him. I've lost interest with this pairing anyway. Your cock's shape is a bit fucked up to be honest. Windy and narrow.

Gee, thanks. Standing once more, he watched from high above as she fumbled with her phone. He was reminded of a cat following a laser pointer.

How about we pick new animals for each other. Start fresh.

He tossed the idea around in his head for a moment. Was it safe? Not going to ruin anything? Fine.

Okay.

He bent his head down to the ground, expecting dizziness that didn't come. The long tongue slithered out to his phone's screen. He did his best to slurp up the coating of saliva, the sticky factor that would allow him to grab leaves off of trees so easily. It took about a minute to decide on an animal he thought Hailey would like. Manipulating the menus and buttons with his tongue was surprisingly easy.

These damn paws are so clumsy, Hailey said, tail twitching in agitation. Ready now though. Medium transformation speed, okay?

He slid his tongue's tip along the virtual slider. Ready.

Go.

The world immediately started shrinking around him. The spindly, knobbly legs he had thickened as the hair became a coat of dense fur. Everywhere, his furry pelt was sprouting, darkening to brown. It was a paler cream color on his upper belly, and toward his face. His hooves split into hoof-tipped fingers and toes. The hard keratin of the hooves narrowed to become delicate claws. His compact belly and chest lengthened like an accordion. Was she turning him into some weasel? Or ferret? Maybe a jackal? Even as the thoughts occurred to him, he could feel his thin tail growing with muscle and fur. It was becoming almost an extension of his belly past his hind legs. The tail alone drew most of his attention.

He turned around to watch Hailey's transformation, though he quickly became distracted by his continuing changes. Her fur had become a pristine white. It contrasted sharply with her black nose, lips, eyes, claws, and insides of her ears. She was a two-toned creature. A polar bear. He wasn't surprised to see she was bigger than him, and growing quickly.

His cheeks and eyebrows itched as whiskers sprouted, reaching an impressive length. Whatever he was, he was one whiskery animal. He couldn't feel his ears anymore, so they were either gone or very small. His nose was jet black like a dog's, but no dog he'd ever seen had such a thick and strong tail. Nor such dexterous fingers. Raccoon? No, he was too big, and too brown. The changes were over, so why couldn't he tell what he was? He looked down at his hands in puzzlement, a very human gesture. When he spread his fingers to reveal webbing, the answer came to him.

Otter, he said. River otter, since I've got real feet.

And I'm a polar bear. Hear me roar.

He squeaked in alarm as she opened her ursine snout and let loose a real roar. The echo was loud enough that Brandon imagined the sound hadn't reached to the nearby park too loudly, but he still yelled in his head at her to stop immediately. He bounded toward her, slapping at her strong leg. When she did stop, he imagined he could see her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked down at him with her huge bear head.

I ain't gonna apologize, Brannie. This is awesome. Good choice.

He gave her a play bite with his teeth to emphasize his point. Please don't get the cops called on us to investigate. I think this is illegal.

She chose not to respond but to pad past the picnic blanket. Getting a feel for how she walked as a polar bear, no doubt. He followed suit and found that the natural bounding locomotion he used was the one that worked best. He wanted to try sliding down a muddy bank like he'd seen otters do on videos online, but there was none to be found. The whiskers fed him plenty of tactile information as each blade of grass brushed by his face. The natural aromas of the forest were strong in his nostrils. He caught the scent of an old cigarette butt not too far away. Maybe this wasn't as private a place as he'd first thought.

He bounded toward the nearest tree, turning his head this way and that to take in the forest around him. Scratching at the smooth bark showed that his claws were plenty sharp enough to do some damage. Wait, smooth bark? Not a common sort of tree. He racked his mind to identify the species, but he'd never paid too much attention to plants. He'd always been interested in the animals. Losing interest, he pushed off the trunk to bound toward something else.

Hailey was watching him. She stood on her thick, shaggy legs, a statue except for the head that turned to follow his movement. What, was she bored? He'd turned her into a polar bear, and she was just standing there?

Her words came from his phone. Well aren't you a bundle of energy. I think I know a good way to tire you out.

Startled by her observation, he turned his thoughts inward for a moment. She was right. He hadn't stopped moving since the transformation. The form he wore was dictating how he acted, how he thought. The idea was a scary one, especially for him, but it was difficult to care at the moment. There was fun to be had! He was an otter, dang it, and he was going to make the most of it.

Get on your back, you're too tall, get on your back, he sent. The voice was definitely failing to capture the bubbling energy he felt.

What felt like ages passed before Hailey responded. She let herself fall to her side before rolling over. Her four fluffy but massive paws flopped in the air. The expression on her face was bored when she lifted her head to look at him. Or was that his own perspective layered onto her neutral face?

He could tell she was about to ask something so he caught her by surprise by leaping over her nub of a tail and onto her belly. He crawled through her fur until they were muzzle to muzzle. His bright pink tongue darted out, past his whiskers, to lick her big black nose. The next lip caught the side of her upper lip, dragging it upward, before slobbering up her nose again. On the next lick, she returned the 'kiss'.

Hailey's tongue enfolded his entire head – nose, whiskers, ears, eyes. The sensation was stifling in the extreme thanks to the danger signals generated by all of his whiskers being bent from all directions. His fur grew damp and sticky from the saliva. It felt like his face was going to burn up from her hot breath. Her tongue grabbed at his fur, bending his neck, pulling up and up and up, until her tongue-tip slipped past his nose. And it was over. The lick had been a little bit scary, but exciting and sensual too.

Brandon sent his tongue out again, exploring just inside of her nostrils, the sharp teeth behind her lips, the fluff of her ears, her heavy jaw. He was like a machine gun. She was a bazooka. He had to brace himself for every lick. As he scrambled over her face with his nimble, small body, Hailey abruptly bent her head forward to send a lick toward his tail. Her big wet tongue caught the base before dragging up through his hind legs. It pressed against his tiny furry testicles, such as they were. It drenched his inner thighs. And before lifting away from his tubular, flexible belly, it drenched his sheath and the sensitive tip that was beginning to emerge.

His turn to surprise her. He jabbed his hips at the tip of her muzzle until his cock found an opening. One of her nostrils. A little bit too small, but he'd take what he can get. He got a couple of quick thrusts in before a sharp exhalation from her popped him right out. The rush of hot air was delightful.

You kidding me? she sent. At the same time he sent, Open your mouth.

She complied, thankfully, and he was able to thrust through her loose black lips. They flopped inward, shielding his sensitive organ from her teeth. He thrust along her slick tongue almost to her uvula. The heat was intense. Every great breath she exhaled was a treat, making him feel like he was deeper inside her than he really was.

Hailey's body, except for her neck, relaxed. He could feel her trying to enjoy what he was doing. His cute little webbed paws gripped the fur above her heavy brows. His long otter body stretched along her muzzle to drape his hips right over her mouth. His thick tail drooped past her chin. It curled sometimes, he could feel, to bat at her lower jaw.

He was like a dynamo. It felt like his tempo was a million thrusts per second. His penis was totally enveloped by the wet warmth of her mouth and tongue. Hailey was using her tongue to better massage his length, but given the size difference of the organs, there wasn't much interaction there. Nonetheless, Brandon was loving it. It was absolutely bizarre to be so tiny compared to her, but he didn't give it much thought. He was immersed in the effort of pleasuring himself in her mouth.

This isn't working, she said. Suddenly Brandon was deposited on the grass.

She was on all fours, her back legs straight. He caught a glimpse of her ursine vagina. Hm. Farther below her tail than he expected. And just like that, he was leaping through the air, grabbing the luxurious fur that covered her rump, and scrambling into place. Like a parasite, he gripped her at four places to anchor himself firmly to her hole.

Here their sizes were much more evenly matched. There was still a great deal of potential space to fill, so to speak, but his penis made contact with all of her walls as he slid in and out of her. Bliss.

It hadn't been ten seconds when a deep, almost inaudible growl shook her form. He could feel it through his crotch when he was pushed in to the hilt.

This just isn't working.

She ambled toward where their phones lay by the blanket. Brandon was merely along for the ride, pounding away at her slit. Silly that she wasn't having a great time, because he sure was. Hailey's paw pulled their phones together, arranged them in the right orientation for viewing. Then he lost sight of them. Flexible and long as his body was, her butt was far too big to see all the way around. He knew what she was going to do though. More transformations, of some kind.

It isn't working Brannie, so brace yourself.

No, no, no, he spoke to his phone. Please let me finish, come on, come on, come on.

The changes had begun. Either she was shrinking or he was growing, since his tail tip started poking against the ground. A second later his ankles touched the earth, so he planted his hind paws. Hailey's rear and back were turning brown, the same shade of brown that he'd been covered in. He spotted the ears atop her head crumpling to become tiny afterthoughts. They seemed to loom toward him as his upper body slid over top her spine.

They were both changing size, he realized. She was getting smaller and he was getting bigger. When his face reached her ears, he could plant his forepaws on the ground on either side of her. At the other end, Brandon felt a tickle along his hanging testicles. Her nub-like bear tail was growing explosively. He could feel it. Thick and tapering in shape. As he noticed his snout lengthening and the fur color bleaching to white, he realized what she had done.

A switch of species.

The transformations completed a few seconds later. He backpedaled so as to not crush his river otter girlfriend beneath one of his huge polar bear paws. Once she was clear, Hailey was twisting and rolling in the grass, then bounding in circles as if chasing her tail, then swinging her head around in quick jerks like a bird to take in the sights of the grove around them, then bounding past his legs to inspect his body. It was all so fast, so much. He watched while he stood mutely on his stout legs.

Had he really been that lively? How annoying. Her muzzle poked around at his ankles, along his belly, snuffling and licking. The stiff whiskers tickled.

His phone spoke her words. I figured you were loving it so much, that I'd enjoy it a lot if I were the otter. This matches our personalities better anyway. You're definitely kind of a bear in real life anyway.

He wanted to interject, but her stream of sentences was still coming. Now you're the huge animal and I'm the tiny one, so you'll definitely be able to handle me if you're feeling dominant. Which I'm sure you are, since you're a bear now. I'm so glad you're this big. I wanted you this big. I hope you're not too big, if you know what I mean. It's so exciting to switch, I'm glad it turned out like this. Now we'll both be able to experience what the other was just experiencing. It will be -

His MindSpeak cut into hers and she stopped sending sentences. Stop. I can't deal with everything you're saying.

Then deal with this.

She was on her back, hind paws paddling at the air. She bent her spine left and right, left and right, causing her butt, tail, and hind legs to wriggle enticingly. Her tail curled and batted the ground alternately. Brandon spotted the small slit nestled in the thick fur of her crotch.

He walked steadily toward her. But then she was on all fours, bounding toward their phones. He came to a halt, caught off guard by the sudden movement. It seemed she just wanted to be near the phones though, as she was quickly presenting once again. This time he made it all the way.

Unfortunately, when he planted his legs in a wide stance, his penis only brushed against her paws. She was instantly giving him a foot job of course, but he wasn't satisfied. He wouldn't be able to go deep enough or hard enough into her when he was so tall. It was the same problem they'd encountered as the giraffe and the lioness.

Idea, Hailey said. Get on your back.

He rolled his big body onto his fatty, muscular back. She yammered away at him as he got into position. He ignored the repetitive drivel.

Immediately, she was slithering up past his hind legs, then jamming her crotch down at his penis. A penis, he found, to be somewhat short but very thick. Her little furry cleft played around his tip, tickling and tantalizing and teasing with every passing second. Brandon bucked his strong hips, trying to impale the nubile critter on his girth, but it only pushed her up his fat belly. He couldn't slip inside. It was infuriating. He found himself growling - a deep, deep grumble.

You're too damn big, she sent. How are you gonna fit without ripping me in two? I don't understand. I don't think I was even close to as big as you are.

Sexual dimorphism.

What? You're gonna have to explain, mister animal expert, you know as well as I do that's not my field, so I want--

Brandon snorted. Male bears tend to be much bigger than female bears.

He inched this way and that, pulled his belly in some, then pushed it out, all to try and get the perfect angle. It wasn't working. Neither were her attempts to push herself down onto his length. The end of his penis was too wide. All they'd managed to do was smear some of his fluids around her outer lips.

A low-pitched ursine roar burst from his throat. He couldn't get relief! He was going to go insane with lust! The black claws on his wide paws scratched at the air as he humped upward, aiming at the base of her tail. Hailey's tiny otter paws, paws he could barely feel, pushed against the rolls of fat on his belly. She was trying and failing to ram herself onto him with a 'running start'.

She said, I want you so bad, so damn bad. You're so big and I want all of it even if it hurts, but it's just not going to fit. Polar bears weren't meant to fuck otters. Eat them, maybe, not--

Change me, he interjected. Or change you. Change both of us. I don't care. I need you now.

Hailey all but leaped off his belly to the phones. Her agile little fingers played over the screens as if she were a novelty act on a talk-show. 'The Otter Tech Wizard.'

He could barely focus on his surroundings, so great was Brandon's lust. Thankfully by the time he was on his feet and walking toward her, he felt his body beginning to change.

Hailey was talking while she worked. I know, I want you now too. I know what it was like to be the bear, I was one first, remember? The animal switch was a stupid idea. It was never going to work.

His fluffy fur was being replaced with human skin and his normal black hair. His fearsome forepaws shrank, becoming flexible and quick-fingered. As his shoulders lost strength, and his huge belly and chest retreated toward his spine, he made the switch to upright walking.

Hailey had set her bioaug to change her back to human, too. Her tail was slurped back toward her butt, allowing her thighs to push together until they were touching. Nipples emerged. Mounds followed, filling out into bare breasts as the fur thinned. Her cute otter ears slipped downward to the sides of her skull before vanishing behind a curtain of her lengthening hair.

With astonishing rapidity, he felt his weight evaporating. Hundreds of pounds gone in seconds. In a moment of inexplicable fear, he thought about floating away into space if he happened to jump. His build was at last becoming fully human. The only thing that hadn't really changed was his rampant, aching arousal. The bioaug hadn't touched his level of horniness.

His girlfriend was still chattering away as the changes continued. I'm going to make the next change at the fastest possible setting. I know we want to get back to business ASAP. Sorry again, but get ready for whatever comes next. I was thinking --

“Shut up," he said with a mouth that was 90% human, slurring the two words. “Please. I just don't care," he added. There was talkative, and then there was 'Never Shuts Up'. Even when she was almost fully human again, that lingering otter influence was making her less than tolerable. And, he supposed, that lingering bear influence was making him grumpy and intolerant.

Hailey gave him a surprised, angry look past her shrinking whiskers. He amended himself. “Sorry, that was the bear talking. I'm really, really horny, so I didn't want to do any more talking."

Her now fully human face didn't look fully appeased. She jabbed at the virtual buttons harder than was necessary. Brandon felt his heart plummet in his chest. Not far, but far enough that he knew he wasn't going to like what was coming.

As he reached for the phones in her hands to stop her from changing him again, he found that he was off his mark. His hand found the air below her hands. He stepped forward, lifting his arm higher, but it wasn't enough. When his foot landed he stumbled and fell onto all fours. Wait, huh? His face was at knee-height. Then ankle height. The colors were changing too. Her skin's hue was fading, the greens of the grass and leaves all around becoming pronounced. The field of vision he had was spreading outward as his eyes moved, the distances of everything around him increasing. A pink nose on a furry gray snout pushed into his field of vision and began twitching. His long whiskers shook along with the movement.

He could feel his long naked tail in the blades of grass around him. Blades that were taller than him. Hiding him, partially. The ears on his head swiveled to catch all of the loud sounds in the air above. Like satellite dishes.

Brandon hunkered down on the ground, considering. He wanted to tell her to stop, to change him back, but he was re-prioritizing. Better to find somewhere to hide out, first. He was off like a shot through the grass. Despite his plumply compact body, he felt quiet and quick. Like an arrow in the night. As he ran, his beady eyes could see the gigantic human above him. Hailey.

She tapped on some more buttons. Her gaze wasn't on him. He'd lost her in the shadows of a nearby oaken tree trunk. The grass was taller, here. He felt like he could climb the textured bark, but was that really necessary?

With some semblance of safety achieved, he turned his attention to his body again. He was a rat, or mouse, or vole of some kind. And boy did he have huge balls. His aching arousal was at the forefront of his mind. It was hard to ignore, in such an impulsive, twitchy little body. He could feel the warm weight of his testicles hanging from the base of his naked scaly tail. Without even really meaning to, he found himself humping the dirt, poking his member around the grainy soil. He needed relief!

“Not so fast, Brannie, you little rat," Hailey boomed. About time she spoke up. He felt like it had been a good thirty seconds since she'd first transformed him. Or maybe he was just thinking very quickly?

He darted along the base of the tree trunk toward the other side, but found himself slipping. His little claws all but exploded into thick hooves that scrabbled at the bark to no avail.

“Or should I say pig? That's what you are, after all."

Ugh, she could be so dramatic sometimes. That was the only coherent thought he had room for before his brain was filled with the sensations of another rapid-fire transformation. His pink nose flattened into a pink snout. His long tail curled as it shriveled. Every strand of his dusky gray fur lightened to an annoyingly happy pink. Unfortunately his vision was still duller than his normal human sight, but the sounds of the forest made up for that. His ear shape and body proportions shifted a little, but really, the change wasn't world-shattering at all. The most poignant change was his size. The tree was more or less tree-sized now, and the grass only rose as high as his dainty cloven pig hooves.

His snout twitched in response to an interesting smell. Something earthy and flavorful, like a mushroom. He bent his stocky neck to snuffle around near the roots of the tree.

No, he was getting distracted! He gathered his thoughts.

“Here, piggy piggy piggy," said Hailey from the other side of the oak.

Hailey, I realize you're upset. I'm sorry for what I said, but as an otter, you were very, very talkative. And I was being a grumpy old bear.

He peered around the bark to watch her expression. Were his words on track to making her less mad at him? His simpler vision made out her thoughtful frown. Then her eyes alighted on him.

“Brannie, there you are!" She strode over toward his tree. He didn't bother trying to run. No way he'd be able to outrun the range of her phone's commands, and he'd rather settle their argument here and now. Was that...pig-like of him? No, he was just being a reasonable, mature human being. Hopefully.

Strange it might be, but he found himself to still be very aroused. The way his flesh was being remolded, the way he was in a fresh new body all the time, it was almost sexual in and of itself. He'd felt his penis twist at the end into a corkscrew shape. Disturbing it might be, but it was also physically stimulating.

Let's have sex again, he proposed. In these bodies, or bodies of your choosing.

She seemed to consider, before the corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile. “Sex is all you want, eh? Let me give you a fitting body for that one-track mind."

He mentally groaned. The MindSpeak didn't dictate the sentiment.

She moved some sliders and tapped some buttons on the screen. Powerless, Brandon waited on his four legs and mentally braced himself.

His hooves burst outward into clawed toes, while the distance between his hind legs' toes and ankles lengthened dramatically. Pink skin became a coat of tawny brown fur. More fur exploded from his curly pig tail until it was a little poof on his rump. A rump that had lost all of its bulky fat in place of lean muscle. Twitchy, powerful muscle.

“Just be grateful I've made all of these transformations at maximum speed, Brannie."

Her voice seemed to come from even higher as Brandon shrank downward. His huge snout collapsed into the tiniest, cutest nose he could imagine, but his ears grew tall and rigid. A few other changes wracked his body. He waited through them, stock-still. The most dramatic shift was his posture. His hips naturally bent like a coiled spring, such that he was sitting on his haunches. His forelegs were straight, making his back curve downward. Despite the potential to move so accessible, so present in his hind limbs, something was telling him to stay still.

“Oh, aren't you cute!" Hailey bent down to pick him up as gingerly as if he were a newborn baby.

Fingernails pressed into his furry scalp, massaging the base of his ears. The sensation was alarming. And wonderful. His whiskers twitched as he reflexively sniffed at her hands and wrists. Her fingers scratched at the short fur of his scalp, the ridge between the eyes on the sides of his head, the back of his neck, his chest. It felt the best around the top of his head and ears, and he couldn't help but guide her.

There, yes, between my ears, came the voice from her phone. It was discarded in the grass by her feet. Anyway, I'm a rabbit, I'm guessing?

“Yes you are, yes you are. A cute widdle European hare, you are. Oh I love that little nose and those long long ears!"

Brandon found himself tiring of the petting quicker than he had expected. This wasn't like being a dog the other day, where he lost himself in the full-bodied sensations. This petting was nice, but he was over it. Remembering what had happened in the last couple of minutes, he knew it was time to take preventive measures. He needed control of the situation. Hailey was being too emotional. She would calm down eventually, maybe even had already decided to stop transforming him, but he'd rather not end up as a cockroach or starfish. If the bioaug could even manage those.

He gathered his strength into the stretched out muscles of his hips and hind legs. Then with an explosive leap, he burst free of Hailey's arms. His long feet pivoted, straightening out fully, sending him that extra couple of feet. The kick was so powerful that Hailey stumbled backward, almost falling onto the picnic blanket and supplies.

Landing awkwardly was no problem for a tiny hare. In a flash he was on his feet and hopping toward where his phone lay. He ignored the cry and accompanying words from Hailey, words that filled the ears he'd anxiously turned to monitor her. She was beginning to give chase. Her full effort wasn't in it though. No doubt she'd been lulled into a false sense of security by his cuteness. His dainty forepaw played along the screen, navigating the app's menus.

He just needed an animal that wouldn't be able to use this app. Hooves, yes, hooves was a fine restriction. Animals with hooves, animals with hooves...there! Classic. He finalized the species selection and initiated the transformation. The part of him that wasn't ticked off at her must have taken control at the last moment, as he'd set the transformation time to its fastest setting. Just as she'd done for him. Dragging an unwanted transformation out wasn't pleasant for either party, really.

He felt her huge hands grab him from behind. He'd heard her coming, and let her pull him away without trying to dodge. He'd already succeeded.

“Brannie, what did you do?" she cried with some alarm.

It made no difference whether she'd seen the app screen or noticed herself beginning to transform. She was too late. In a moment she wouldn't be able to operate the app, and he'd be able to turn himself human at his leisure. It was practically impossible to do anything during a transformation. The sensations, the shifting bones, the huge changes in sensory inputs. Taken all together and all at once, one was effectively incapacitated. Especially when it all happened over a few short, intense seconds.

Her fingers were straightening as they stiffened. Brandon was pushed out of her grasp once her thumbs were pulled toward the rest of her immobile fingers. His light body hit the grass without a flash of pain. He hopped over to her phone to set his body to return to human form, glancing up at Hailey's transformation every now and again.

His girlfriend was on all fours. Her arms and legs were now the tall, tall legs of a hoofed beast. Her chest and belly had barreled out. Her neck, too, lengthened even as it deepened dramatically. The long dark hair she wore rose shrank some before stiffening and rising upward into a rigid mane. Like the brush-tops of ancient Trojan helmets. The controlled alarm on her face had been subsumed by the animal's head she now wore. How could she frown when her mouth was merely a small gap at the end of her long muzzle? How could anyone see the unease in her roving eyes when the whites had been consumed by dull orange irises?

Admittedly, Brandon's attention was attracted to the place between her legs. A hairy tail had wriggled out from her tailbone. He watched her sex darken to black even as the skin around it grew even paler. They seemed to swell toward his gaze as the mighty muscles of her hindquarters became plump and strong. She craned her long neck to the side to glance at him past her rear as the last of the changes completed: the stripes.

Like a raincloud passing in front of the burning sun, darkness fell upon Hailey's short fuzzy coat. Black stripes covered her form from nostrils to hooves. The pattern even reached her bristling mane and short tail.

“Gorgeous," Brandon murmured. He was fully human once more. Zebras were distinctive enough on television. At the zoo, too, they were a treat for the eyes. Seeing their stripes shift with the movement of their muscles was beautiful. But here, now, with a fully-grown zebra standing mere feet away, he felt humbled. Hailey was a truly elegant animal. He'd been impressed by his own spots as a giraffe, but giraffes had nothing on this natural beauty.

Her ears were flicking as she stamped slowly around to face him. Brandon recognized the signs of anxiety or anger from his own time as a giraffe, an animal not too different from the zebra. He strode forward to run his hand along the tiny hairs of her muscled neck.

She pushed him off balance with her long muzzle, almost sending him sprawling. It wasn't a violent movement. Nonetheless, she was far stronger than him. She stamped a hoof for emphasis.

So you decided to fight fire with fire, huh?

“You turned me into a rat or mouse, then a pig, then a rabbit. I think I'm being generous with a zebra."

She snorted out of her equine muzzle. Her new voice was deep, athletic, though the synthesized voice was robotic as ever. You told me to shut up. You deserved it.

He glanced downward at the picnic blanket to avoid her gaze. All the neat packing of the supplies he'd done was ruined. Their activities had strewn everything about.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Regardless, we should pack it up and head home soon Hay. This picnic's gotten out of hand. Out of hoof."

She didn't look amused in the slightest. Although, she was a zebra. A breath of silence passed before she replied.

There's one more thing we have to do first. One very important thing. I'm not gonna be happy if we drive home without doing it.

Brandon didn't feel aroused anymore. He didn't feel energized. All he wanted was to lie in bed at home and think through how best to repair their relationship. If it even needed to be repaired. Their brains had been affected by the animals they'd been, so they hadn't really been Brandon and Hailey. It was like being shit-faced drunk. You never really held them accountable for what they'd said. It might have been true, or it might not have, but they'd been drunk.

“Okay, what is it?" he said.

You've gotta fuck this zebra rear of mine.

Some of those odd, warbling squeaks unique to zebras came from her mouth as she bounced on her legs and stamped a hoof a few times. She was laughing, even as he was sighing.

Come on. You know that horny part of Brandon deep inside wants to.

Brandon was too mentally exhausted to argue against it. And Hailey was stubborn enough that arguing with her was always a struggle. So he didn't even try. He walked up to her behind and pulled the ropy tail out of the way with his right hand. With his left, he spread her dark labial lips apart. Her anatomy was large and loose enough to indicate that zebra males had to be just as hung as horses.

Hailey practically danced in place from the stimulation. Her striped ears were flicking, her tail twitching in his hand, her hooves pulverizing the grass.

This works too, she said.

He inserted the two fingers of his right hand, stroking her insides as he slowly wormed his way deeper in rhythmic motions. Coaxing out her moisture, trying to tantalize her with promises of greater stimulation. From the way she was moving and making zebra noises, he knew he was on the right track. He stroked the soft flesh in her vagina. First the left and right side, then long, soft scratches along the top. He massaged the entrance with the knuckles on his hand that weren't buried inside her for a moment, before resuming his stroking.

A wave of tiredness struck him after he'd found his cadence. He stepped closer to rest his chin on her bulbous buttocks. As he swung his left arm over her butt to rest some of his weight on her rear and lower back, he wondered if she could even feel the extra load.

The scent from Hailey's short, striped hair filled his human nostrils. Animal. For a fleeting moment he felt as if he were at a petting zoo, or on a safari. Except that he was fingering a zebra, and that he felt entirely safe.

Not for the first time, he marveled at the power of the bioaugmentation invention. It was a strange disparity for him to be resting against a perfectly tame zebra, but also pleasuring his girlfriend. The beast before him was undeniably a zebra in almost every way, even down to the smell of the thing. Yet it was also his girlfriend, Hailey. She was here, experiencing a human being's hand inside of her altered femininity. She would remember the sensations he was giving her.

Brandon lifted his chin, shaking his head. He really was tired to be thinking along those philosophical lines. With a rocking, twisting motion of his wrist, he pushed deeper into his zebra. She warbled in response. Her canal was wider and deeper than a human, so he had to get more of his hand inside.

Good God that feels good. Cram it all in there. Stroke harder.

He did his best to comply, and against his will, he felt his exposed penis getting hard again. With the arousal came the aching sensation he'd feared. Blue balls. The aching pain in his testicles only had one cure, but he could just ride it out. Get his girlfriend to orgasm, call it a day, go home.

Come on, spread your hand a bit wider, dig in. Keep going just like that.

He was only getting hornier. Fuck it. He pulled his hand out of Hailey's vagina, spattering himself with little droplets of clear fluid as he did so. As he turned to find her phone on the ground, he soon felt a gentle nip on his shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?"

Something in her bearing made her seem amused. Or it was his imagination. Just a love bite. Why'd you stop, zebra-fucker?

Brandon ignored her. The surprise of her sudden nip faded, leaving only his unsatisfied arousal. That was his priority. He ran his fingertip along the app's lists until he found a suitable animal.

Make it a slow transformation. I wanna watch you change. Wanna watch you get bigger.

He knew if she were human, she'd be grinning ear to ear at the implication. He nodded and set the transformation time to one minute before tapping the button to start it.

Oh, and talk to me while you transform. Tell me which changes you're feeling. I wanna hear your voice get deeper and sexier. I assume you're turning into a big animal to satisfy this big zebra butt?

“Fine, and yes. Very big. Hope you're ready, big girl." He rolled his eyes at the sexy-talk he was making, even though he did find it amusing too. When he was being honest with himself.

The changes were already underway. Every breath expanded his rib cage, barreling his chest. The mark of any quadruped Brandon could think of. His belly wasn't left in the dust though. It swelled like a balloon. Bulging outward to keep up with his big chest.

His voice was already much deeper. His lungs, larger. “As you can see, I'm getting a lot bigger. My shoulders are – wow, didn't expect this. Huge shoulders."

His upper body felt like a humongous hunk of muscle. The contours of his new muscles were defined beneath his skin. Darkening skin. What felt like a little hump formed between his shoulder blades. Maybe Hailey would think he'd picked a camel.

As if he would ever turn himself into a camel.

His fingers probed the new growths emerging from his temples, but he didn't draw Hailey's attention to them. That would be making it too easy.

Now his voice was growing nasally. “The muscles around my hips and butt are bulking up too. Looks like my legs are getting a bit thinner though I guess. Ugh, hard to stay upright with this – hgh, belly." He grasped at his midriff while he spread his legs in a stable stance. “Can't hold it in with these stiff fingers."

Hailey the zebra was watching him intently the whole time. Her tail laughed at him as it swished along her hindquarters.

Oh, hooves, what're you gonna be?

“Can't –" he grunted before the weight of his upper body reached his threshold. He fell forward, away from his girlfriend, onto his transforming hands. The fat and muscle of the belly he'd been trying to hold back spilled downward, jiggling slightly with the shock.

Now that's a view. They're already bigger.

Even though his backside was being exposed to someone he'd had sex with countless times, he still felt a flash of embarrassment. His butt cheeks were now less so fleshy sacs that concealed his anus, and more so pillars of rigid muscle that left nothing to the imagination. The warm air tickled the skin of his ball sac where it was stretched beneath his anus for Hailey to see. The worst part was that he didn't feel the development of any tail muscles or bones. If anything there was a tiny nub growing, but that was all.

He turned himself around on all fours with speed, almost losing his footing as a result. The sensations of the contact with the ground were diminishing. A glance told him his fingers were fusing even as his nail beds stole upward. He'd have full hooves in a few seconds.

When he talked, it was with difficulty. A slower pace. His voice came from his big chest, transmitted through a longer and deeper neck, and came out of an inhuman mouth. “Hands, feet, almost hooves. Neck longer. Hips and shoulders feel very strong. Head heavy. Hear better. Smell very great."

And he could speak no more. His bellowing was becoming incomprehensible. At this point his spine was level with the ground and his forelegs and hind legs were equal heights. He was comfortable standing on all fours. A whisper of the wind that made it into the grove rustled a short coat of fur that he hadn't realized he had. It caught some furry flap of skin hanging beneath his jaw. He had a dewlap?

His nose twitched with the scents on the wind. And what a schnoz he had. Every second brought it further from his eyes on the end of his long and blunt snout. Even his nostrils were long where they were placed on either side of his huge nose. He moved his neck, almost unconsciously, to point his nose into the wind. His head felt like it weighed a ton even though he had more than enough neck strength to lift it. There were huge bony growths protruding from his temples. Growths that he could see above the eyes on either side of his skull. He twitched his tall, sensitive ears, but couldn't quite bend them enough to bat at the new ornamentation.

Oh, I know what you are, came the voice from his phone. He could almost hear Hailey's excitement in his head, even if it was absent from the voice. Gimme a second. Oh, a moose. Those antlers are huge. The tips are finishing just now. Man, you could fill those things with a fruit salad and eat it all up.

Yes, a fruit salad, good idea, he returned from the other phone.

Oh shut up.

Strangely, he felt something like kinship when he looked at the zebra a few feet away from his new mouth and nose. He was bigger, but of a similar size. He knew how she felt to be on those four hooves, standing just like he was. Maybe they'd both like to taste the grass together? But no. No, she'd be interested in something else. Any second now.

You're looking quite handsome, she said. Not gonna lie. Your coat is a pretty auburn, with more brown as it goes lower. Your belly's almost black. Have you noticed any other changes around there?

Her tone couldn't be anything but innocent when coming from a voice synthesizing program. Brandon knew better. And yes, he was more than a tiny bit aroused. The change into a huge male beast hadn't hurt his sex drive.

He sent, Let me get a whiff of you. See if we're compatible.

Ignoring the exasperated reply she gave, he walked past her neck and shoulders, rubbing his furry, hunky shoulders along her flank. His nostrils dilated with the powerful scent of her body. Exotic. Unique. And stronger with every inch he went toward her backside. He tilted his head just enough to allow the underside of his heavy antler to brush along her spine. He imagined he could see her shiver beneath him.

Oh, Brandon.

When he felt her snout rubbing and sniffing around his thighs, he almost jumped, but he'd been expecting that. His own blunt nose sniffed around the base of her tail. While there was an understandably foul scent when he poked around too high, he loved the ripe smells coming from a bit lower down.

Without another word, he positioned himself behind her. She turned her striped head to watch him.

I'm ready, she said.

Brandon reared up toward the canopy. The hooves of his forelegs bobbed in the air as he took a couple of tiny steps forward with his hind legs. Then he crashed back down atop her lower back.

Her legs shook, but she took his weight like a champion. Brandon was surprised. His huge belly, bony antlers, and massive frame weren't enough to bear her to the ground. Then again, Hailey wasn't currently her female human self. She wasn't fragile. Now, she was a fully-grown, healthy zebra. And zebras were meant to be on their feet all day, sprinting away from hyenas and big cats not infrequently. She could handle a physical challenge.

The sensitive tip of his penis tingled with stimulation when it pumped into the skin of her backside. He shifted on his hind hooves slightly, trying to line himself up. It was awkward. He felt like a pet dog panting like an idiot as it moved on its hind legs to better hump a couch.

I can't hold you properly with these damn hoof legs, he said to her.

Then hold me with your weight like the animal that you are.

Seconds later he found the sweet spot. Scooting forward a bit more allowed him to fall heavily upon her back and slide into her black vaginal lips. His mind exploded with the feeling.

Yes, said her synthesized voice, completely lacking in passion. Her pleasure was evident in her warbling. She tossed her head, stiff neck mane shaking beneath Brandon's gaze. Thrust, retract, thrust, retract. His rhythm sent small ripples through the musculature of Hailey's plump hindquarters. He could see with one eye his hips slamming into her backside when he lowered his head and turned to watch.

The pungent aroma of their mixed sexual fluids reached his huge, sensitive nose, making him to bellow with desire. The bestial noise was low, dominant. Commanding. He lowered his heavy head to bellow again by his zebra's ears. Because he could. She bent her head away from the noise. Her blunt muzzle brushed against the grass, shaking with every one of her labored breaths.

Harder, she said. Brandon pulled out to the tip of his penis, rocking backward on his anchored hooves, before shooting himself forward as hard as he could. He slammed into her so hard that she stumbled forward on all fours. Again, he slammed into her. This time she resisted, but he could see the strain in her posture. It was taking all of her strength to hold her position against a bigger animal on top of her.

Brandon kept up his fierce rhythm, and a minute passed. Then two. Two minutes of hard work. Of intense pleasure. The trim fat of his black belly brushed roughly along her spine and back muscles. The weight of his chest bore down upon her strong shoulders and thick, maned neck. The scents of the forest were lost amid the stew of heady aromas from their sex. No matter which way he turned his huge nose, he smelled nothing but his potent pre-cum, her vaginal secretions, and the salty scents of their exertion.

Can't last. Going to cum, he said as the familiar pressure built within his hips and inside the big ballsack that was bumping against her thighs.

Then make these seconds count. I wanna see those antlers fly off your head from how hard you're fucking me.

She let her forelegs collapse, putting her on her front 'knees'. The angle of his penetration changed. She was bending her back, pointing her vagina at the canopy. Brandon had to scoot forward to keep thrusting. And now he was thrusting more downward. He felt even more dominant, more in command. He was truly on top of her now.

Allowing those feelings to fill his mind, he bellowed again. A magnificently low roar to announce that he was the king of the forest. And the dam broke.

Spurt after spurt of hot liquid ejected from his long and thick member, immediately filling her zebra vagina. Squelching noises reached his altered ears from the pressurized fluid escaping around his manhood. He let his full weight, hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of moose, bear down upon her raised rear. She was making those zebra noises again, calling out with her passion, but he couldn't hear it over the sounds of the blood rushing through his skull.

His dewlap jiggled. His eyes squinted. His breathing caught. His hairy coat itched. His testicles contracted toward his nub of a tail.

And it was over.

He scooted backward to allow his softening penis to slip out of the pool of semen he'd created inside of her. Wet droplets that he doubt he'd hear as a human reached his ears when the semen struck the grass and dirt. His ears had turned instinctively to catch the sound.

God damn, that was hot, Hailey said. She turned about to face him. Her nostrils contracted and expanded with her audible panting. On impulse, Brandon extended his head to brush his stout muzzle against her more delicate, beautiful one. The heat of her breaths against his jaw and cheek was lovely. He hoped his own heavy breathing wasn't bothering her.

You're so manly like this. Strong, bulky. Something about those antlers really turns me on, too.

He snorted, looking into her right eye with his right eye. What are you trying to say about my human self?

Hailey's hoof pawed at his front leg. Oh Brannie, you worry too much. I love you. You put up with me, you even participate in the crazy ideas I have. But you're also my rock. My voice of reason. I appreciate it.

Does this mean you're not mad at me for what I said?

She stiffened for a second. Guess I can't be. You were still a bear. It brought out the grump in you. You really think I talk too much though?

He snaked his tongue out only to find it disappointingly short. All he could lick was the stripes along her long face, instead of her ear. We've all got our strengths and our weaknesses.

The strong muscles in her neck contracted to send his head sharply away. He caught his footing as she warbled in laughter.

Now how do we change back, with no fingers? Brandon asked.

Don't worry, Hailey said as she walked toward one of the phones in the grass. You've known me to be pretty good with my tongue every now and then, right?

He rolled his eyes, even though she couldn't see. Helping her in any way seemed a lost cause so he wandered away from the site of their mating. The smells there were overpowering. Following his sensitive nose, he came to a willow tree that somehow smelled...appetizing. After a few seconds of deliberation, he drew in a small mouthful of leaves using his tongue. His eyes widened.

Hey, Hailey.

What? I've almost got me back to human. She continued working on the screen with her tongue.

These willow leaves are actually really tasty.

A few seconds of silence.

Oh, Brannie.