System Transfer
Story by Diamondog16 on SoFurry
Clyde was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Wasn’t this all supposed to be a game? Was this a part of it? If so, what kind of level was this supposed to be? One moment, he was having the time of his life, juggling the manics to keep the iconic animatronics from reaching him. As they drew close, Clyde’s heart would pound. Every time the clock struck 6 AM he leapt with joy, having survived another increasingly difficult level. But now something wasn’t right. This wasn’t a level like any of the others.
Before him was that strange rabbit. But he looked different. Instead of some stitched up mascot costume, the green bunny before him was covered in soft fur, decorated by a purple vest. On his face remained a wide, off putting smile. Currently, the rabbit was sitting on a purple, glitching throne. But the thing that had Clyde questioning was the puffy sheath and twin furry testes that rested underneath, resting comfortably against the seat.
What was this game’s rating again? Clyde’s mind was going crazy with all kinds of thoughts and questions but none of them could explain what was going on. He glanced back at the bunny sitting before him and a bolt ran through the player’s body as the hare was staring right back at him, his purple eyes leaving him stuck, unable to move. He wanted out but his body wouldn’t do what he wanted. His gaze was locked with the strange bunny’s as he was walking forwards without wanting to.
Tilting his head, the bunny lifted a single paw, beckoning his new plaything forwards. With each slow, curl of his finger, Clyde was forced even closer to the hare. Just a few feet before the new player, the bunny looked him up and down before drawing a thick, pink tongue over his feet. A hissing chuckle came from the lagomorph. He curled his finger once again, forcing Clyde no more than a foot away from him. Now, instead of beckoning, the lagomorph pointed downwards. He tilted his head the other way as the player before him was forced to his knees.
Clyde wanted to ask what was happening to him. What couldn’t he move on his own? What did this rabbit want from him? But even his own mouth refused to move, remaining closed tight.
Now, the rabbit shifted in his throne, tapping the fingers of his other paw against the armrest. Smirking, the rabbit narrowed his eyes and lifted up one of his wide, fluffy feet, presenting to the onlooking player. Another beckon was made, forcing Clyde’s face into the sole of the large footpaw. All of sudden, the confused player found himself sniffing at the slightly damp sole. Light hints of a biting scent filled his nose. He wanted to reel back from the large paw but somehow the grinning bunny was keeping him fixed in place. The hare’s second foot was soon pressed against Clyde’s face. Flexing and pressing them in tandem, the bunny wiggled his toes, tapping the digits against the player’s face before pressing his soles together and rubbing them together while Clyde’s face was smushed between them. Making small circles independently, the sinister bunny dragged his feet against his captive’s face, leaving a thin sheen of sweat that glistened on the player’s face.
Though he wouldn’t and couldn’t admit it, Clyde himself was growing rather excited by the treatment he was receiving. His face pressed and squished between a twin pair of meaty soles and thick toes that continued to drag and trace against his face. He could feel the dampness of sweat being smeared over his own cheeks, leaving them feeling but slightly wet. But what was really exciting the male on the receiving end was the now even more potent musk that permeated his senses. The scent wasn’t overpowering but it wasn’t hard to pick up. A deep whiff exposed how pungent it was, curling deep within Clyde’s nasal passage. The scent stayed there, only being renewed by every new whiff.
Whether it was because of his hidden enjoyment or the subtle influence of the rabbit, the player’s mouth started to water. The scent only grew more enticing with time. Like the wafting aroma of a home cooked ready to greet you after a long day. Now acting on his own wills, Clyde used his free hands to press the twin footpaws even closer. His nose lodged firmly between them, the player proceeded to take a deep, long whiff of the sweaty soles. The sound that came about was rather comical but the sitting bunny seemed to be satisfied as he no longer had to impose his will on the huffing male before him.
Getting lost in the sensations engulfing his senses, Clyde made a small noise of pleasure while he dragged his nose, from heel to those wiggling toes. In between those toes were sharp bursts of cheesy musk that was driving the other male crazy. Drool was starting to leak from the corners of his mouth but he couldn’t stop sniffing, dragging his nose against the soft, moist sole. Every sniff did something to him, the scent that traveled through his nostrils struck his mind hard, getting him hooked on it. Clyde was soon breathing into the sweaty feet the same he breathed air itself, as far as he was concerned, this was his air.
Despite how good it made him feel, simply using his nose to indulge into the pair of paws felt insufficient. There were so many other ways to… worship such large, soft, sweaty feet. They deserved to be caressed with tender care, more than his simple nose could do. But there was something Clyde had that could make his desires come true. Before he even realized what he was doing, Clyde was easing upwards, reaching those fat, sweaty beans that danced at the end of those soft, plush paws. Unconsciously he planted a kiss against the bigger one. Another soon came, soft and lingering, picking up the bitter hints of sweat.
If Clyde was hooked on the smell, the taste left him addicted. A moan left him before he realized but it was muffled around the fat digit that was teasingly pressed past his lips. His eyes lidding and his moan becoming deeper and longer, Clyde licked at the thick toe. Alongside the heady taste was that biting, cheesy aroma. Now lines of saliva were freely dribbling from the corners of the licking player’s mouth. Even with the influence of the bunny leaving him, Clyde’s mind was polluted by a thick smog of lust. It hung around, shrouding and snuffing out his rational mind, instead corrupting them with carnal desires, desires that were previously repressed and left to be forgotten. The most shameless reaches of his mind now free and left to roam, Clyde acted on them.
He moved from toe to toe, giving each extended attention, making sure each soft toe bean was dripping with a mix of heady sweat and his own spit. Showing signs of enjoyment, the large sole that pressed against his chest often curled while another slow, lingering lick was delivered against another digit. Clyde was about to move to the other foot but his actions were barred by the foot he just pulled away from lifting. In a quick motion that footpaw, now slathered in sweat and spit was slowly dragging up and down the submissive player’s face. Toes, a large sole, and thick heel slid and ground against the groaning male’s face continuously, ensuring he would receive unending doses of the sensations he so desperately craved.
“Do you wish…?”
A voice, surprisingly smooth and silky sounded. His face still covered by the large foot, Clyde was afforded a view of the speaking bunny between the fat toes. Said bunny kept his foot in place, wanting those eyes on him as he spoke.
“Give in to what you want. Submit yourself to me. Give up your being to me and you will be rewarded...handsomely. If pleasure is what you desire I can bestow that upon you and much, much more…”
Clyde gulped, suddenly sweating from the words spoken from the bunny. Once again, the hare tilted his head and ran his tongue over his flat teeth, chuckling.
“I… I’ll do it. You can have me,” Clyde nodded, not actually putting any real thought into his words. In truth, the moment he indulged in the bunny’s footpaws via his free will it was already over him. His mind was lost, the corruption had ample time to change his thoughts completely, his desires and goals were now all nothing more than what the lagomorph desired. While the player’s mind was already taken, there was the matter of his body. But that was a quick and easy fix…
“Say my name…”
“G-Glitchtrap…” those words came out shaky, a product of the sudden shudders that ran through Clyde’s body. In an instant he felt cold seeping into him, bitter and penetrating through his clothes.
“Come to me…” With his arms and feet outstretched, Glitchtrap welcomed his new vessel. Like a moth to a flame, Clyde was quick to approach. But as he drew closer, the bunny snapped his fingers. The cold that pierced into Clyde was soon replaced with a burning, aching heat. Desires ran wild within his mind. The evidence could be seen by the sudden growing and tenting within his shorts. Without thinking, he pulled them and the briefs underneath off. The motions were quick as if they had combusted into flame. Nude from the waist down, Clyde could hear the wispy chuckling of the golden hare before him.
Without saying a word, Glitchtrap stretched his legs forward, both his feet pressed together and sandwiched his new vessel’s erect length in between them. In an instant, the bunny was slicking his large feet back and forth. While his lower half worked, the hare’s upper half was slumped in the throne, his head resting in the palm of an arm that was propped by an armrest. While he pleasured the other male, Glitchtrap kept his eyes on Clyde but they were looking right through him, searching for signs of something…
His legs shaking and his breathing in that same state, Clyde could hardly endure the onslaught of pleasure that was attacking his shaft and tip. The twin soles that pressed up and down his inches were so large, so soft, and warm. Slicked up with warm spit and sweat, the pair of paws easily slid back and forth, making faint smacks as they worked. While it was hardly any effort for the bunny, the male he was stroking off was panting heavily, even struggling to stand. It was clear that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Those suspicions were confirmed by a cry of pleasure and the sudden bucking against his moist paws. Thin ropes of seed spilled onto the floor below, glistening under the low light. Glitchtrap released Clyde from his grip and watched as the male fell forwards onto his knees. The perfect position. Working quickly, the hare grabbed hold of the panting player’s head and held it steady as his cock quickly peaked and extended out of his sheath. Pink, thick, and pulsing the tapered tool was presented to the new vessel, already becoming the new apple of his eye.
“I have fulfilled your desires. Now it's time for you to do the same. More rewards will be given if you do a good job,” Glitchtrap planted his feet on the floor and instead spread his legs.
Clyde was quick to make good on his end of the deal. He pressed his lips to the rigid thing, enjoying the warmth that radiated. Using his tongue again, Clyde started off with a slow lick downwards, from the tip all the way down to the sheath. The action was rewarded by a pleasured sigh from the sitting hare but also in another form that Clyde himself hadn’t noticed yet. Though he could not see it, the human’s usually brown hair was starting to turn light blonde, starting with just a few strands but it was steadily spreading.
As Clyde continued to drag his tongue up and down the golden bunny’s rode, more his hair shifted colors. But the effects were rapidly spreading to other parts of his body. Extending from his follicles, golden fur was starting to creep down Clyde’s neck, a thin layer that continued to travel downwards, further and further. At this point the human could feel that something was steadily changing about him but he was too wrapped up in his own lusts and desires to actually stop and notice. Steadily, millions of individual hairs were now forming to cover his body in the same golden shade his new master adorned.
“Already proving to be someone of value…” Glitchtrap mumbled to himself, his eyes transfixed on the slow transformation before him. His eyes trailed down as the fur was now engulfing Clyde’s legs and feet, an even and fluffy coat. But this was only the beginning. His vessel’s lust would distract him from the pains of transforming but that would require an effort to keep things going on Glitchtrap’s end.
Focusing on the acts being done on him, the yellow hare sighed as soft lips finally curled around his tip. Those same lips were soon dragging downwards as a hot tongue consumed the thick, long cock. His lusts running wild, Clyde was quick to bob his head up and down, making small moans just from the thrill of doing such a thing to such a creature. It was all so exciting, and thrilling. Clyde’s body was alight with tingles, both from his sexual excitement and the very shifting of his anatomy. Unbeknownst to the changing man, his feet were starting to fill out and expand as the bones underneath were growing larger and fuller. Underneath, the smooth skin of a foot soon became bumpy and textured with the segmented pads and soft digits. Even more fluffy fur grew alongside the transformation, ending in the pair of feet looking just as large and plush as Glitchtrap’s.
The hare in charge couldn’t deny that his new minion was certainly eager. Faster than expected he could feel an intense pleasure building within him, threatening to boil over the surface. But the bunny wasn’t worried, he had many methods to deliver pleasure. He embraced the incoming climax, resting his paw on top of Clyde’s head. Stroking the soft fur that adorned the shifting human’s head, Glitchtrap smirked and pressed the human’s head down, grunting as he came. Thick pulses traveled up the hare’s shaft, ending in thick spurts of bunny spunk. While he basked in his pleasure, Glitchtrap took note of the swallowing that his minion was doing. That would only aid the process, accelerating his transformation…
A deep blush showing through his yellow fur, Clyde gulped down the rest of the warm load, grinning around the softening length as he felt the substance sliding slowly down his throat. But it was after that final gulp that he realized that many things felt off about him. So many parts of his body felt different, leading him to question if it even belonged to him. Lust fading and his rational mind getting a grip, Clyde looked down at himself in shock as he was covered in fur. His feet were large and heavy. And there was a sudden popping of his ears that were shifting upwards and extending, becoming long and floppy.
The transformation was in full effect now, only spurred on by the tainted cum that now resided within the host’s guts. Covering his mouth, Clyde’s pained shouts were muffled as his teeth changed shape, some flattened while others were pushed aside. His two front teeth only grew larger and larger, becoming wide, flat, and prominent. Alongside the morphing of his teeth came the shifting of his face, extending out slightly, his nose became a bit flatter and moved lower, sticking out and twitching at the end of his newly formed muzzle. There was sudden itch at the sides of his face as thin, long whiskers quickly extended and took their place. The last sensation was a sudden pain in Clyde’s tailbone. It was sharp and panging, a result of the tail that was quickly forming, coming out short and soon covered in fluffy fur like the rest of him. Shocked at the feeling of this new appendage, Clyde wiggled the cottonball that decorated his backside.
Impressed with the sight before him, Glitchtrap stood up from his throne and approached the newly formed hare. While Clyde was still dazed and confused, the other hare inspected the newly transformed hare, taking a good look at his yellow pelt, his large teeth, poofy tail, and even the shifted genitals that resided between his vessel’s legs. Just peeking from his plump sheath was a pink tip of a bunny cock.
“I told you there would be rewards…” Glitchtrap chuckled before he snapped his fingers again. That seemed to be the final step as Clyde stood straight and still. While nothing more happened to his body, his mind was invaded with the influence of Glitchtrap. Oozing and creeping into every corner of his psyche, all things about the former human’s life before his point was corrupted and fragmented, lost forever. None of that would matter anyways, he was now a vessel, a new puppet to act out Glitchtrap’s own whims. Oh how much fun the two of them would have… Just like the bunny that turned him, Clyde—no, the first in what was planned to be many—Malhare let a wide grin spread on his muzzle, eager to get to work. The plan was simple. He would remain here, looking out for anyone curious or foolish enough to play the game next. Like Glitchtrap had done to him, he would lure a new vessel and spread the virus, making another Malhare. Soon they would be plentiful, spreading their influence over and over again until there was no one and nothing else.