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Alicia crept through the forest, awash in the welcome sunlight of late May. The rays danced on the rosy-kissed pallette of her cheeks, and splashed along the golden sweep of her hair. Thickets of abundant viburnum and rhododendron marked the edge of the trail that lead down to the stream behind the small Portland subdivision where she and her parents lived.

A summer child herself, her heart was filled with excitement to see the patches of receding snow and then, afterwards, splotches of thick mud that once were along this route finally give way to the first hints of summer to come. The first time she had found this walking path, shortly after her family had moved here a little over a year ago, she'd supposed it to be her own secret world. But the truth of the matter she discovered was that it was part of a much larger hiking trail that led up into the mountains but infrequently used -- she'd only ran into a half-exhausted set of hikers once in the handful of trips she'd made along its course.

She hadn't always lived here. Her father was a CPA, and her mother was a doctor, and they'd moved a lot as she'd grown up. In part because of this, and in part because she was an only child, she had a lot of free time to herself growing up, and she considered herself fairly independent. Even so, it had taken a lot of patience and pleading that she was old enough to spend a week alone while they were gone on a vacation cruise.

If it were later in the season, she might pick a few luscious raspberries or waxy currants to give as a treat to her pet rabbit, Bucky. But at this time of year, her thoughts were of a more introspective note. Her mind was racing thinking about how this would be her last summer of being a kid... This would be her last year in highschool. Most of the girls around her had grown out, Alicia had grown up but was still holding out some hope she might fill in her stick-like frame before college. There had already been a lot of ruthless insinuation from shitty girls about how, at 5'11" and an A-cup, how she was a shoo in for the JV volleyball team. But there was still a lot else to decide as well -- she still needed to pick a university, she still needed to make up her mind whether to move hours away from home or choose to keep her parents close. She'd come out this way to try and sort through some of these things in her most favorite spot.

"Almost there," she reckoned. A spruce log had been set to cross the banks of a stream, rippling and lashing, heavy now with meltwater. She often would sit here in the clearing and listen to its passage, continually murmuring to her in a steady cadence of unknowing. As she neared the slipstones and abundant moss though, an unexpected beacon hit the corner of her eye, as though someone were blaring a flashlight at her even though it was infinitely broad daylight.

It glittered from where it sat in the rocks with the sharpest refraction of... "White silver, no, platinum?..." she thought. Though really she had no professional knowledge to be able to tell the difference. She stood there, held in place, transfixed, wondering from who or where this oddity might have come from. She impulsively looked to right and left to see if someone might have dropped it, though the fleeting image of a person walking through the woods in exquisite jewelry seemed as though something out of a fairytale. "Could it have washed down from the mountains," she supposed? But how it might have started out there in the first place made equally no sense.

The opal glinted with the memory of a piece of solid sky, an indelible mote of night lingering just after dusk. Alicia was drawn to it, she moved slowly but purposively as she covered it with her hand. She draped the white silver of the chain to let it rest on the slightly sun-freckled skin of her collar.

Alicia made her way home with her treasure, not in the mindset to stay outside. Clouds had begun to pick up, cloaking the sun in the unwelcoming chill and stiff breeze that always seems to foretell a late afternoon shower. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and lilted up the steps to her room.

Kicking off her shoes, she decided to feed Bucky before fixing some dinner for herself. In the winter months, they had his cage inside, but right now he was in an enclosure outside on a skylight balcony that led off of her room. The little white rabbit was hopping around happily when Alicia stepped out to meet him.

She changed his water and poured him some alfalfa pellets. Bucky scampered next to her leg, nuzzling it, perhaps cutely pretending not to notice that it was dinner yet. Alicia, won over, knelt down to pick him to take him inside and cuddle him. As she stepped inside holding him, he accidentally grazed the talisman with a cheek. That's when it all stopped making sense.

There was a blinding white glow, and Alicia felt as though her body unraveled, though she could feel the cotton of her skirt on her the whole time. She blinked a few times as the light finally ceased. She looked down over herself, and saw white furred hands -- no, paws. Hurriedly stripping off her shirt and her uncomfortably ill-fitting bra, she looked down at what she was pretty sure she felt were pecs. The amulet had somehow combined her with Bucky!

Bucky, himself, for his part, was nowhere to be seen. Alicia pulled the gemstone up over her neck and long bunny ears and set it down on her night stand. Nothing happened.

She gazed down, astonished, and her sight was greeted by the telltale point of male equipment. "Yep, definitely a dude downstairs," she mused with the sort of rationality that suggested she had it together. In truth, though, she found herself nervous and at a loss for this situation. She'd seen a guy's junk before in pictures online, and sure she'd gotten to fool around with a boy once, but with clothes (friction can go a long way!) and her parents had wound up moving before they'd had gotten enough alone time to get much further. She tried to ignore the thought of it, poking at it through her panties, and thought to herself in flustered embarrassment, "Does this thing ever go down?"

Alicia walked through the hardwood floors of her halfway to the full length mirror on her parents' bathroom door to get a better glimpse of herself. She hiked her skirt down to her ankles, and was drawn in by the figure in front of her. She contemplated that she really would be into a guy like this, if not for the being a rabbit part... Her thin frame and white pelt hid a sinewy upper body, her calves thick and toned like those of a cyclist. With considerably less reservation, she skootched down her panties, the last remainder of her modesty. She looked down between her legs in the reflection flagged at full attention. Were all guys hard like this?

Still stunned and confused, Alicia stumbled back to her room. She picked up her iPhone and started taking video of her newfound physique. Leaning back on the bed as a prop, she filmed a very thorough selfie with its camera so that she could atleast document what was going on if somebody didn't believe that human-shaped rabbits were a thing. She started to feel kind of silly about how analytical she was being, and set the iPhone down.

"Now what?" she wondered. Her eyes carried back down to the flush swell of her equipment. Alicia cautiously traced her hand over the pubic fur above her dick, and felt a sense of release building up in her, at the edge of her awareness. She licked a finger and touched it to the tip, the sort of thing she thought a guy might like. A little buzz of pleasure flooded her and now she absolutely had to get off. Experimentally, she tried to yank at it the way she imagined men might do, and almost doubled over in accented pain, "Too hard," she realized too late, though thankfully the hurt was superficial. Carefully, she circled the paw back over it, teasing the tip with a feather-like touch of her finger. Her lower abdomen knotted with a tonality of tension as her hand moved over it, a very slight gnawing bliss welling up from her center.

She deliberated despite these shallow pangs, curiously intent on her other unknown erogenous zone, the two large balls in her furry sac underneath her now-throbbing cock. Cursively, she traced a finger along their silken orbs and felt a reel of abandon in the pleasure she felt. She circled them lightly with one paw, the other she once more wrapped around her maleness, working it, feeling stirrings of exhilaration as it surged in her hand. She closed her eyes as she rocked in ecstatic flow, every perfect intuition within in her seemingly coming into clarity at a thousand miles an hour. She felt all her sensations lock up at once. She shuddered in fulfillment, and a glossy drizzle of guy-spunk splurted onto her, just under her navel.

Unsure of what to do next and how long this might last, she got up and decided to make the best of things and fix herself some dinner. Giggling, she pulled out a bag of pre-mixed salad that she'd avoided so far from fridge, and poured on a large dollup of French dressing. She chewed languidly on a cucumber as she absently stroked a long ear, and watched a terrible horror film on her parents' Netflix.

As the movie ended, she realized with considerable reservation that she needed to use the bathroom. She put down the seat and sat down at the toilet. She felt the intense chill of water, it sent her up with a gasp of surprise as she realized she'd dipped her tail in the water. "Stupid thing," she muttered in recrimination as she tried again, this time with considerable delicacy in terms of ass positioning. She pointed her guy parts down and tried not to think too much about how humiliating it seemed, and was quickly relieved by a few plops. "Fucking too weird," she thought as she wiped, looking at the rabbit pellets in the bowl.

Alicia brushed her teeth (confusing but ritual since she wasn't sure if they were really her teeth), turned on her fan, and turned off the light almost automatically. Tomorrow was Saturday, fortunately not a school night, if things weren't different then, then this was going to get a whole lot harder to explain.

Alicia opened her eyes blearily, then readily, in the half-lit mid-morning of the bedroom. She noticed the fuzzy circle of Bucky crouched up on top of her once again very girlish stomach. She smiled, woozily relieved to think she wasn't going to have to relate anything to her parents about having unintentionally changed her species and sex.

She saw the necklace on the nightstand, but was starting to have her doubts now that it had all been real and not some really strange, really elaborate dream. "The iPhone!" she remembered, picking it back up to cycle back through the footage. Sure enough, there was a very bewildered, very naked anthro bunny on display. Alicia felt herself getting hot and bothered, the sight of herself posing in male musculature making her all sorts of turned on. This duality, the attraction of him besides her was now something she felt a immediacy toward. Her fingers darted down to her folds, already slick with ready wetness. She'd fucked herself a number of times before, but not like this, the images and fantasies of having him were vivid and endless. She whimpered as her fingers darting along the aching entrance of her sex. She found herself losing control, unquenchable, ragged, dire, wanting breath as she coaxed the walls of her passage on the inescapable delight of rutting with him. Her pace quickened, shallow with heated excitement, numb and mute as she felt awash in the tides of this all-encompassing energy.

A possibility came to her as she drifting back to rationale, something out-of-character that seemed like it might be a very bad idea. "What if I really want to though?", she assured herself, picking up her cellphone.

Claire, Alicia's friend from homeroom, walked towards Alicia's house, the streets sheen with the afternotes of another afternoon of summer mist. The two lived about a half-mile from each other, it was one of the things that had solidified their friendship, and they had both made the trip through this winding residential neighborhood more than a few times.

Though she a full figure (which made her a bit of an outsider like Alicia), Claire carried herself with a certain poise. She had a pixieish complexion to her demure face. She was neither the sort of girl who lacked self-respect to the point that she was horrendously overweight nor the sort who was so unhappy with her body that she was burdened with endlessly wanting to be waif thin. Though more thought of as "cute" by boys than attractive, she was a fascinating study in contrasts -- her sophisticated smooth bob of wavy black hair, button nose, and tortoise-shell hazel of her seemingly innocent eyes outlined with Katie Perry cues of mascara.

Arriving at Alicia's house, Claire rang the doorbell, and Alicia greeted her. "Did she seem a little nervous?" Claire supposed to herself, wondering what might be the source of that behavior as she followed the other girl inside. These observations were pushed aside though as soon as she saw the charm.

It was strange, the necklace on Alicia's dresser. An almost opaque prism of the hexagonal gem it held, the braid silver chain, the back having no marking or identifiers of any kind; it looked as though it could have been made a hundred and fifty years ago or last week. Claire realized her mouth was slightly open, the way a small child might approach a shooting star.

"I found it today -- I told you it was something you had to see for yourself. You can try it on, if you like," Alicia coaxed her, petting the prone white rabbit nestled beside her. Claire all too readily obliged.

"Here, hold him for a sec," she held up Bucky for Claire, and she caught him as Alicia gently dropped him into her arms. An oval of familiar white light enveloped Claire, as Alicia pedalled backwards.

Alicia marveled at her handiwork as the glow subsided. Interestingly, this second appearance of Bucky seemed to maintain Claire's shape, though being a guy, he seemed more... "Pudgy? -- No, stocky," Alicia thought. The frame of her friend's sports top hung boxily on square shoulders, and her capris were now all but bursting with the same taut runner's calves that Alicia knew all too well.

"Whaa--" Claire blurted, then shock overwhelming her as she dropped to the ground. "Am -- am I a guy?!" she was trying not to freak out as the words came out an octave lower.

Alicia blushed heavily, stumbling a little, "Yeah, uhmmm, I'm sorry, I wanted to see if it would work again. It wears off if you take it off in a few hours."

Claire was kind of pissed as she tossed the necklace into a corner of the room, "Alicia, what the fuck?! What am I supposed to tell my parents in the meantime?" she chided, her paws outstretched, though she hadn't worked up the enthusiasm to stand in bunny form just yet.

"Here, look, I'll explain," Alicia pulled Claire's phone out of her purse, tapped out a text, and handed it back.

Claire read the message. "Mom, dad @ Alicia's watching a movie. Spending the night! see you tomorrow <3 luv, claire" She conceded, it was a halfway decent plan, she had stayed over once or twice before. She hit the Send button. "OK, so that works, but what do we do now? I don't exactly want to be in this gross body," Claire exclaimed, wrinkling her nose.

"I have a secret I want to show you." Alicia kissed her cheek, her left hand gently, sensuously, circling over her friend's broad shoulder.

Claire started and pulled back reflexively. "I'm not really into girls," she stammered.

Alicia sheepishly replied, "I'm not really either," then added, "But I'd like to try this with you," she leaned in furtively and touched her friend's lips with a burning hotness before pulling away all too soon. "I--I'm sorry," Alicia conceded, "I'm being an idiot."

Claire, eyes averted, replied, "No... It's okay." She paused, uncertain, but then returned Alicia's kiss, a haltingly formal touch of the lips at first but then parting her mouth slightly, their tongues dancing playfully. Alicia could still feel some remainder of Claire's hesitance, a palpable tinge of anxiety, as though embers of taboo were melting off him every instant. She thought she felt, then affirmatively sensed the bulge of his length as it pressed next to where her resting hand lay on his thigh. Was it bigger than her's had been?

Alicia coyly strayed her hand over it, lightly sashaying along the cream fabric of Claire's capris. Claire's whole being is swept up in an electric totality, a stratospheric thrill as Alicia's hand passes over her length. Alicia reaches up, unbuttoning the clasp, and with some considerable difficulty and some scrunching assistance from her friend, shrugged the pants down below Claire's waist.

Alicia slipped off Claire's panties and giggled as her friend's perky member practically springs out. Playfully, she tersely runs her hand across it, Claire half-frozen in rapt suspense. Claire then watches as Alicia brings the phallus to her petulant lips and kisses it in a way that makes the bunny swoon. "Ahhh gawd," Claire blurts as Alicia takes the cock in her mouth, and throbs her tongue along its base. Alicia slowly, possessively guides her lips up and down it, temptation evoking him to buck reflexively, causing him to writhe under her touch. Alicia grabs at either side of the crest of the bunny's taut ass and squeezes him tenuously, her hot breath on his shaft as she incites him, drawing his out. Alicia mmms lasciviously, teasing his head with her tonguetip, the spontaneity of her spit mixing with his pre-cum. Claire gasps, filling Alicia's throat with a mouthful of hot seed, clenching as she trembles with male climax. She'd only been a guy for a few minutes and now she's reeling in absolute wonder from this release.

Breaking away, Alicia invariably, evocatively starts to strip off her clothes, they tumble around her softly like feathers on a still breeze. Without saying a word, Claire lays back on Alicia's bed, wanting to show reciprocation for everything she's just been shown.

Alicia brings her head to Claire's throat, sanguinely tasting him with her teeth sliding just above his skin. Claire carries her hand along the supple shape of Alicia's teardrop breasts, delicately smoothing over their pert nipples with her fingertips. Claire can smell the insatiable scent of Alicia's strawberry body cream as she kisses her areola, and something deeper, more intrinsically *her* as they lay close. She can feel the wet need of Alicia's passage as they lay together, ready and so casually close.

Instinctively, stroking the base passively, she guides her dick into the plush warmth of Alicia's womanhood. Alicia squirms with captive contentment, undue with the sense of his firmness in her secret skin. She enmeshes her legs around his waist, bucking against him as their tempo increases, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. Claire is besieged, Alicia's stoking his desire as she starts to rhythmically thrust her male hips in time with her, Alicia breaking into light girlish yelps. Alicia knew what she should do but could hardly do it, the fullness of his arousal in her womb wracking and quaking her every measure. Alicia grips him close, her teeth touching her lip slightly as her orgasm draws in on her, then gasping with overriding lust as it hits her like a ton of bricks. Claire is tremulant with delight, as it becomes abundantly clear that Alicia's body's contractions are bringing her to a second peak. For a moment it feels as though she's not going to be able to stop, flooding Alicia's opening with what feels like a load after load of climax.

Their bodies still intertwined a few minutes later, Alicia tickles him just above the navel. "You were spectacular." "No fair, you're getting me all revved up again," Claire scolded, and arches next to Alicia with her half-aroused member, eliciting a remonished "yeek," and some rushed apologies as Alicia lays back on the tufts of the bunny's fluffy chest, less provocative now, as sleep creeps up on the both of them.

The two girls awoke, nude, entangled, a circle of dainty fur splayed in between them. "I'm glad we did this," Claire purrs, picking up a sleepy Bucky to kiss him lightly on the nose. Facing Alicia, Claire kisses her also in turn, her eyes alight. "Maybe we should try this again sometime?"