Why did I ever agree to this? Kyle mentally asked himself. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror with a furry black horse head covering his own. The head wasn't quite as big as a horse, but more of an anthro shape, which made it fit much better on his head. The rest of his body was covered in a black fursuit, with a white center on his chest. The suit included detachable black hands, and two specialized shoes. The shoes on the bottom were made of hard wood, while the interior was soft insoles for his feet. A dark mane ran down the suit's head, and halfway down its back, complete with a black tail.

Underneath that fursuit, Kyle was a fairly average male, just a little quiet and kept to himself. The fursuit did not help his situation that much. He was still himself underneath the largely one piece suit. It was incredibly hot in that suit too, so much so that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was wearing pants underneath it at the very least, and in a small briefcase of his, he had a shirt. He also had a nametag, identifying him as 'Mark' with his real name underneath. Truthfully, the black horse suit he had on was not his 'fursona' as others call such things. He had a character he loved, and that was Myu, a herm anthro. Kyle knew he could never successfully portray a female character at a real furry gathering, let alone a herm, so he had to go with the next best thing; he made a character from scratch. The character wasn't completely and fully fleshed out yet, but he figured that didn't matter too much.

There was a sudden knock at Kyle's hotel door. "Are you ready to go yet?" A male voice called out on the other side. Dustin. He too wore a fursuit like Kyle, but unlike Kyle, this man wore a suit of a bear/tiger anthro. His head was a big brown bear with green stripes on the back, his eyes positioned in a manner such they always looked as if they were watching someone, regardless of the angle they looked at the blue eyes of the suit's head. The rest of the suit had largely brown on it, with green stripes in the back, and a long tiger tail. Dustin's suit also had removable furry hands, and like Kyle's, they were essentially just padded gloves.

Kyle grabbed his small suitcase, and opened the door. Both Kyle and Dustin normally lived quite far apart. The two had agreed to meet each other at the hotel a day before the furry gathering. While meeting for the first time was incredibly awkward for the two, a few card games that night helped them open up a bit more.
"Yeah, I got everything I need." Kyle said with a small suitcase, about as big as a briefcase. "Got the cab ride set up?"

Dustin nodded, although it barely showed underneath the fursuit head of his. "Yeah, uh...let's get going."

Dustin and Kyle walked to the elevator, and down to the cab. The pair got some looks, but it wasn't quite significant, if only because of the furry gathering taking place in the town meant there were a lot more people wearing fursuits than them. The outside was chilly, but the two were wearing full bodied fursuits, negating much of the cold. Both of them got into the backseat of the cab, Kyle gave the address, and soon the pair were off to the convention center.

During the cab ride, Kyle came up with a thought, something he had been thinking of ever since he arrived at the hotel, but something he couldn't quite place. "Hey Dustin...who's idea was it for us to meet up here like this? Not that I'm complaining, but...you know..." he was curious. Both of them were, in short, people who liked to stay inside. Going to a furry gathering, practically a convention for that matter, was not something either of them were likely to do, much less invite someone to go with them. At least the gathering didn't require a plane ride for either of them, just an 8 hour car trip, but it still made him wonder who had the idea that they should go to the convention together.

"Huh?" Dustin looked at Kyle through the suit oddly. "Well, that's easy, it was..." he paused. Whose idea WAS it? He thought to himself. It couldn't have been his idea, he would have been far too shy. At the same time, it seemed like something Kyle wouldn't be upfront about either. If neither of them gave each other the idea, then who could it have been?
"Maybe it was the Myu." Dustin concluded, although jokingly. "Maybe she's getting us set up to become her and Berkley for real."

It was a good thing Kyle wore the mask, otherwise Dustin would have seen the roll of his eyes underneath the blue mask's eyes. "Yeah, she'd be a bit more direct than this if that were the case. Besides, I've already mentioned it, I couldn't dress up as her. I'd never be able to pull the voice off." Though the temptation to be the 'quiet' one was there, dressing up in a fursuit was embarrassing enough, he didn't want to dress up in a fursuit of a herm. That would just raise more questions.
Deep down, his mind nagged at him, continuing to wonder who set them up for this, if it wasn't either of them.

"I guess...it doesn't really matter, does it?" Dustin responded. "We're here now, and that's what matters." Dustin was just as curious as to how they could have been set up. Of course Myu couldn't have done such things, it was heavily implied as a joke. Myu didn't exist in their world.

The two eventually arrived at a convention center where there were plenty of people already there, many of them in fursuits, others selling, or drawing art for those that wanted it. It was almost big enough to be considered a convention on its own.

As Dustin and Kyle got out, Kyle grabbed his small case. He also asked. "What room did you say the gathering was in?" the crowd was a little intimidating, but he didn't come for the convention itself.

"Conference room 2-10. Second floor, there's a flight of stairs at the entrance, at least according to the map I read." Dustin replied. He was just as intimidated as Kyle was, if not more at the crowd of people, although at the very least, they didn't stick out like a sore thumb, as multiple people were wearing fursuits of all kinds. If anything, Dustin and Kyle had far more tame suits compared to some others.

The convention hall was fairly large. The first floor was littered with booths of people drawing art, or showing off their artwork. The noise of hundreds of people filled the air. It was cold in the convention hall, but not quite as cold as it was outside. To the left of the entryway was a staircase, and to the right was the elevator. Dustin and Kyle took the stairway up, and found the second floor was far less interesting than the first.

The second floor was a hallway with white walls and purple carpeting. Large wooden doors lined up the left and right side of the halls, each with a panel next to the door that indicated what room it was. Most rooms could be seen in, and many of them looked like rooms for board meetings of sorts. During the furry gathering though, the rooms that Dustin and Kyle passed were used for games, either board, video, or card games, many of them with people in their fursuit. It wasn't long before they got to the room they were told the gathering was in. 
While there were multiple gatherings all over the convention, the person that had the idea, whoever was that person, had said to go to that particular room.

When Dustin and Kyle arrived to that room, they were greeted with a scenario that resembled a Dungeons and Dragons layout, except the flat map looked like that of an office building. Every single person in there wore a fursuit of some sort, a female rabbit, a male fox, a female rhino, and two male dogs. Each of them had a nametag of their fur character, as well as the person inside the costume.

"Hello you two. Are you here for the gathering as well?" One of the dog characters said. 'Bryan' according to his name tag, both his name, and his character's name. He wore a light blue husky suit.

"Erm...yeah." Kyle responded. His dry sense of humor kicked in. "But if you're offering any punch to drink so we can ascend to a higher plane, I think I'll pass."

A few of the people in the room let out a chuckle, including Bryan, who also shook his head afterward. "No, of course not, what we do here is quite simple, we're playing our characters. I guess the equivalent of LARP, except we're not spamming fireball. No, instead we're playing our character playing a board game about a world of humans working in an office."

Dustin and Kyle exchanged glances underneath their masks briefly before they turned back to Bryan. Both of them really had to wonder who set them up for such a thing now, as neither Dustin, nor Kyle would sign up for such thing, let alone sign up the other to do it with them.

"You two look confused. You did sign up for this, didn't you?" Bryan asked. "It was on the website details."

"We just kind of had a blackout moment. We don't remember who signed us up." Dustin responded with a slight hint of nervousness in his tone. "I mean, it sounds like fun either way."

"Well I'd tell you who signed who up, but the website's been having problems today. You don't HAVE to play, but it's a pretty fun game I'd say."

"I was RIGHT in the middle of rolling for making sure the printer was working." The female rabbit replied with a surprisingly deep manly voice underneath that soft feminine body. "I rolled a 12. Did I print or not?"

"The printer has a difficulty of 15, so unless you're skilled in PC repair, then no it did not print." Bryan took a seat.

"It does look kind of interesting." Kyle walked over to one of the empty chairs. "So we uh...roleplay our characters roleplaying a game of humans? Seems a little meta."

"And that's the fun of it." Bryan turned to Dustin. "Are you in?"

Dustin thought it was unusual, but he could tell that Kyle thought it was strange as well. He wondered what Berkley would do. Berkley might think such a thing was pretty stupid, but in a way that was funny, something worth at least trying out. "Okay, let's try it."

Dustin and Kyle began to play the game, both having similar reactions as they watched the rest of the group act out their characters in the board game, and when they weren't acting out their human characters they were roleplaying as, they were instead roleplaying as if they were their fursuits. More than once a reproduction joke was made to the female rabbit, who just took it with a lustful response, and a wide grin underneath their mask.
At one point during the game, the female rhino, Rebecca as she was named, was paired up with Dustin's character for an 'encounter', namely to prepare a board meeting.

"So," Rebecca asked Dustin. "How do you think we should present these charts? Sales are steady, but we want to show off the bigwigs that we're going to be making more money!"

Dustin wasn't even sure how to respond. Office work wasn't his specialty. It was clear that most of the other people playing just made up office jargon, and that he should do the same, but to actually get involved in a one on one situation here made him feel uneasy.
Dustin suddenly felt as if there was an electrical zap inside of his own head. It caused no pain, but he leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and let out a deep sigh. "The fuck should I know? This game doesn't even make it fucking clear what we're selling. Maybe if we're selling muffins, we can come up with a new flavor that involves pizza."

Kyle looked down at the board at his character, a generic model of a man in a white business suit. He heard Dustin's reply to Rebecca though, and his head raised up. While it was true that he had not known Dustin very long face to face, he knew him online well enough to know that was not the kind of response he expected from Dustin.
Before Kyle could even ask if Dustin was feeling okay, something clicked in Kyle's head too. "A pizza flavored muffin? You got a better chance if that were a potato chip. Why not a cupcake flavored muffin?"

Dustin let out a deep scoff. "If you want to turn a muffin into a fucking cupcake, why not just put frosting on it?"

"You ever see a cupcake with blueberries in it?" Kyle replied with crossed arms. "...actually, that doesn't sound too bad. There you go, there's your marketing strategy."

Whether it was something that clicked between the pair, or something different entirely, neither of them seemed to be alert towards how different the other was acting, and the rest of the furry gathering consisted of the two behaving in a new manner. Dustin gave off the look, and feeling of apathy, yet he still seemed interested in playing it, he just didn't sound like it.
Kyle found himself enjoying the game more, taking more of a lead role, and helping himself to the snacks that were also laid on the table, though mostly the sweet and sugary ones.

The gathering lasted far longer than the two kept track. They had just woken up to go to the gathering, yet by the time it was ending, it was approaching midnight.

Dustin and Kyle walked out together, fursuit hand in fursuit hand. As they left the now largely empty convention, the two froze right outside the doors, turned towards each other, looked down at their hands, and let go. It was as if the two had just broken out of a hypnotic trance.

"What just...what just happened?" Kyle said aloud. It wasn't shown underneath the head of his fursuit, but he blinked rapidly. He remembered going to the convention and the furry gathering, but everything else felt like an absolute blur. All he had with him was his suitcase, and a character sheet of a character he barely remembered playing as.

"I-I-I don't know." Dustin replied nervously. He remembered just as much as Kyle. He held onto a character sheet on his own hand, and he took a quick glance at it. It wasn't a human character on his sheet, rather it was Berkley, complete with personality, traits, and a brief history. "This is just too weird."

Kyle looked at his own character sheet briefly. He wasn't so much worried about his sheet though, as he was his money. He pulled out his wallet, and checked his cash. "Well, I wasn't drugged. At least, I don't think I was." It felt so strange. He had played Dungeons and Dragons before, and while he wasn't surprised with how long a game similar to it took, he WAS surprised that he remembered virtually nothing about the game itself. "Well, the convention goes on for two days. Maybe tomorrow we can just take a walk around the floor and look at all the artists." He paused. "...while recording it too, in case we somehow suddenly forget about it."

Dustin felt his heart pound, not from nervousness about not knowing what he did, but about Kyle's offer. "Yeah...that- that sounds nice, first thing tomorrow then?"

"First thing tomorrow afternoon, because I'm lazy and sleep in." Kyle responded with a smile underneath his outfit. 
With a quick handshake, the two rode a cab back to the hotel, and went into their respective rooms. Little else exciting happened for the pair that night, and as it was already quite late, the two went to bed at a similar time in their separate beds, in their separate rooms.

Kyle found himself waking up in a cabin during the dead of winter. He didn't feel cold, yet at the same time, he felt odd. He could immediately tell that he hadn't truly woken up. He was in a dream. What would make me dream of a cold snowy cabin? Kyle thought to himself. His dreams were a little on the bizarre side, he could often map out the places he dreamt of, and never before was there a dream filled with snow.

Kyle uncovered the blanket on his body, and looked outside. The snow was so heavy that he could barely see very far out, and when he turned back to the bed, he noticed there was a large anthro male horse sitting on the bed. The horse looked very similar to the fursuit that Kyle had worn, except in this case, the creature looked very real. He was hesitant to say anything towards the horse.

Kyle didn't have to. The horse turned around with a cigar in his mouth. "Man, the fuck do you do all day? You create some woman character, but you don't even TRY to make yourself a male one?" he spoke in a gruff tone with a look of seriousness in his eyes.

"Uh..." Kyle blinked rapidly in confusion. He knew it was a dream, he could easily identify it as such. "It was a sort of spur of the moment..."

"No, you're going to sit here with me, and you're going to come up with a background for me, here and now." The character took the cigar out of his mouth, and popped it right into Kyle's. "The first thing is my name. You're calling me Mark. Mark WHAT? Give me a damn last name, generic or not, I don't give a crap, it's you with the name after all."

Kyle was quick to take the cigar out of his mouth, he hated smoking, but not before he had already inhaled some of it after being given it so unexpectedly. He coughed hard, unaware of his deepening lungs, or the black horse hide that appeared on his back. Once he recovered, he stepped away from the large horse. "I don't know, Whitman?" multiple last names came to mind, so he just blurted the first thing that sounded decent.

"See? Mark Whitman. That's not a bad name at all." The horse whipped out a notepad, and began to write down. "Now, give me a damn age. Build me as a character, fucking develop me, give me likes, give me hates, give me a damn job. Your Myu character doesn't have one, and I call bullshit on that. I don't have magic, I need employment."

Maybe I'm dreaming this because I didn't really think up of anything earlier. Kyle thought to himself. He didn't even remember acting out Mark earlier, just that the character sheet was hastily written, so much so he wasn't sure what was on it. "40 years old, works in house repair, generally walls, roofs, and windows, but knows the interior like electrical and plumbing too." It was something that Kyle would have never worked in, he hated working outdoors, and he very much hated dealing with getting dirty. "That work?" the black horse hide on his back continued to grow outwards. His feet started to numb and harden too as white feathering grew out of his wrists and ankles. He was still completely oblivious to the changes, whether because it was a dream, or just him focusing intensely on the horse creature in front of him.

"See? That wasn't so hard was it?" The horse smirked to reveal his flat large teeth underneath his muzzle. "Now, what do I like? What do I hate?" after a short pause, he added. "Am I gay? Bi? Straight? Naw, I can't be TOTALLY straight."

"Wait, what does my sexual orientation have to do with anything?" Kyle was confident that he was straight, for the most part. Although now, the more he looked at that horse, the more he was beginning to question himself. He felt a soft throbbing sensation between his legs when he looked between the horse's own legs. He was as hung as the animal that he was part of.

"Just some personal details, you making a character that isn't much at all like yourself, YOU might be straight, or at least THINK you're straight, but maybe Mark Whitman isn't. Maybe he's bi, but he's more into men than he is into women."

The black hide continued to grow on Kyle's body underneath his clothing. Bits of the hide was revealed from the sleeves of the small t-shirt he wore in the dream. He felt warm, itchy, yet his mind was focused elsewhere. "I mean, I guess I-" he scratched his arm, then took a brief look to see the hide on him. "H-hey, what's up with this?!"

"Simple." The horse easily grabbed Kyle's shirt, and lifted it over his head to reveal a torso that resembled Mark's. Kyle's body was muscular, but not overly strong. Almost enough to compete in bodybuilding for his state, but not on a world scale, all black with a hint of white at the center of his chest. "We have to build your character, of course."

Kyle stared down breathlessly at his chest. "It's only a dream...it's only a dream..." he repeatedly told himself. He remembered there were dreams where he imagined himself transforming, but never had he thought that he would have experienced such a realistic feeling. He could feel the horse's warm body, his fingertips felt the horse hide on his own chest, powerful, yet soft.

"Now let's keep going. I believe we've already given me a job in the line of house construction, but what about my hobbies? What do I like to do in my spare time?" the horse continued with a smirk.

Kyle stood up, though his balance wobbled. His feet just didn't feel quite right. Upon looking down at his feet, he realized why. His feet were black, numb, and his toes had fused together. "I don't know! I'm not building a character when this is happening to me." He tried to think of a different scenario, something to change the dream, yet no thoughts altered anything about his dream. He was feeling dizzy, but it could have been blamed on the new height he was gaining. While it was nowhere near giant, he had written on Mark's character sheet that the muscular horse was 6'5, quite a few inches taller than Kyle.

Mark chuckled. "There are a ton of video games and sets where you could base it on construction. Maybe that's your thing, your passion. You like to build, create, and design. Fuck, maybe you have a thing for Feng Shui. Maybe you also like cooking new things and get your creative juices flowing."

Kyle gently grabbed onto his head. His entire body covered in largely black hide, while his clothes felt uncomfortable, especially behind him where he felt something shift and sway underneath his pants, just above his ass. He felt his brain getting filled with knowledge that he knew he didn't have before, and losing knowledge in other areas that he liked to focus in. His heart throbbed as his body was filled with nervousness. Fuck. I just need something to calm down. Like...like...a cigar or something. He thought to himself, deep down he knew he wasn't a smoker though, he hated the stuff, yet a cigar was the one thing his body was craving to ease his tensions.

"But, you can't be a Mary Sue. People have flaws, as do anthros." Mark continued. "Let's say, you like cooking, but you're terrible at it. You burn things on the outside, and undercook them on the inside. Sometimes you get it right, but you'll never make a good gourmet chef."

Kyle scratched the back of his head. He felt a black furry mane on his neck. He had memories of making cakes with too much sugar, wrecking the cake, overcooking bacon to the point of where it almost started a fire, sure Berkley was still happy with him, but...Kyle then had to pause at that thought. Berkley? He thought to himself. Berkley wasn't real, yet he was getting memories of the two of them living together. They weren't a couple, but they were definitely...close friends, really was the best way to describe their relationship. Intimacy was a thing, but very rarely did it ever become anything sexual in nature, despite Kyle's throbbing shaft.

"I'm sure you've already thought of it by now." The horse grabbed onto Kyle's face, and pulled his nose and lips outward. As they pulled out, they stretched into a short muzzle, roughly 1-2 feet long, just as long as the horse's. "But you have a very special roommate living with you. You two get along pretty well."

Kyle 'remembered' his roommate. He looked down at his now largely equine body. His eyes were unchanged, but the rest of his body looked like a strong muscular horse, just like the fursuit he wore that day. It wasn't a 'bad' history, but it wasn't HIS life, and he damn well knew it. "I don't..." he said quietly, although he sounded unsure.

"You're going to grow to love it more than your old life. Trust me." The horse finished some finer details, minor ones. He then pressed his crotch up to Kyle's own, and gave the now twin horse, a loving kiss.

As Kyle was going through his dream, changing into the very equine body he imagined, Dustin 'woke up' in his dream, right in a cabin similar to the one Kyle woke up in, except this time, a very tall, large tiger/bear anthro sat on a wooden chair near the foot of the bed, overlooking the Dustin that had just 'woke up' too.

"Hell, it's about time." Berkley said in a deep gruff voice, a lit brown cigar in his mouth. He wore a checkered red and black shirt, as well as a pair of jeans, although the jeans did little to hide a package between his legs. Not that he was aroused, it was just how well-endowed he was. He stared at Dustin with an angry expression, not that Berkley was necessarily angry, just looking like it was simply his relaxed face.

Dustin stared wide eyed at Berkley. Unlike Kyle, Dustin had dreams of Berkley before, but never this realistic, the chilly air of the cabin, the musky faint scent of Berkley's cigar, even the warmth of the thick blanket that still hugged his body. "W-what uh...what...what brings you here?" Dustin stammered at a loss for words.

"I'm going to keep this fucking short and simple, just like you are now." Berkley stood up with a grunt, and walked his way over to Dustin. With sudden cat like reflexes, thanks to Berkley's part tiger, he dove onto the bed, right on top of Dustin. His massive weight was enough to keep Dustin pinned firmly on the bed as Berkley's crotch pressed down on Dustin's gut. "You're becoming me." He grabbed onto Dustin's face with a thick furry paw, and pulled upward. As he pulled, he stretched out Dustin's face into a bear-like short muzzle, just like the one Berkley had.

Dustin's hands reached up to grab Berkley's own, but Berkley was powerful. His muscles were huge, and it showed in his arms. Dustin was powerless, and let out a loud "GRRAH!" as his face pulled up into a muzzle. With the pull, his teeth cracked and splintered as they sharpened into fangs. By the time Berkley let go, Dustin had a muzzle almost identical to Berkley's, though he lacked fur.

"Good boy." Berkley removed the cigar from his mouth, and popped the lit rolled up cigar into Dustin's. "Now, get yourself into this habit. Don't worry, it's not deadly, at least, it's not deadly to Berkley."

Even though the cigar wasn't 'deadly' or ill to his health, Dustin's body was still not ready for such a thing. He let out a sharp gasp as the cigar was put up against his new stretched lips, which made him inhale, making him inhale the cigar. Despite being a dream, the taste of the cigar smoke inside of him felt very much real. He coughed so hard that the cigar flew outwards, and while he wanted to sit upwards to cough more, the big bear kept him pinned down. "Ack!"

Berkley just chuckled. He easily caught the cigar before it flew too far away from them. "You're a fucking wimp. Smoke it again." Berkley grabbed onto Dustin's maw, and put the cigar back on him. "Breathe calm, breathe deep. Take the scent in, admire the calmness feeling the cigar gives you."

Dustin turned his head left and right, but once Berkley grabbed onto his expanded lips, he knew it was too late. He breathed in deeply of the cigar again. He felt the smoke from the cigar travel through his system, giving him a warmth he never felt before, and then he breathed out that very smoke. He breathed in again, and then out. Each time he inhaled, his muscles tingled, his body tingled. His body hair turned largely brown, and much more of it sprouted out, along with growing muscles, and fat. "Fuck..." he muttered.

Berkley chuckled at Dustin's reaction. "That's it. Let that big bear inside of you come out. He's just begging to play." Berkley grabbed onto Dustin's hand, and molded it to his liking. Thickening it, growing it, pushing his fingernails underneath Dustin's skin, only to have them remerge at Dustin's will as claws. Each and every digit could whip out a white claw, although without the claws, they looked almost like normal brown furry fingers, just without nails.

Dustin stared up at Berkley. With his mouth free, and at least one hand free, he was quick to grab the cigar in his maw, but while he was fast to grab the cigar, he slowly removed it from his mouth, just to exhale a puff of smoke. "He's not begging to play and you damn well know it." He said with a slight cough, and a deepening voice. He flexed his hand that Berkley held onto. It felt stranger, lighter to lift. His stomach pushed out gently, and his body grew taller in the large bed. He felt a surge of confidence, a surge of strength. Part of him was ready to push Berkley right off.

"Oh, but he DOES want to come out." Berkley shuffled his way back onto Dustin's legs. As he moved his body back, Dustin's now muscular legs became covered in brown fur. Berkley got off of him, and then began to mold his feet into paws, paws with sheathable claws.

Dustin's toes wiggled at the sensation of those furry hands of Berkley's. He could feel the muscles on Berkley, and the muscles grow on him. Dustin raised his head, and noticed his growing gut. The muscles that grew on his arms, legs, and chest, almost made him look as if he could pass as a pro wrestler, and it wasn't just his muscles changing. There was a throbbing sensation between his legs as something else grew too with the rest of his body.

"But he's not coming out today..." Berkley spoke in his gruff deep tone. "Not yet anyways....soon though." Berkley tossed the cigar out a nearby window, which so happened to opened just for the cigar. Berkley licked his lips, leaned down, and gave that muzzle of Dustin's a deep kiss. The moment the big bear kissed Dustin on the lips, a loud buzzer went off.

Dustin's eyes closed when Berkley got close to him, but when they reopened, he was underneath a different set of white sheets. It took him a moment to realize he was back at the hotel, but something seemed different. He noticed his suitcase haphazardly unpacked on a seat near the window, and that looked fine. He looked down at himself and his small gut, as well as his slightly muscular arms and legs, covered with a dusting of light brown hair, not enough to be a bear, but at the same time, excessive for a human. That looked fine. There was a throbbing sensation between his legs from his shaft, one too big to cover his strong hand around it. He thought that was fine too. It was a slightly kinky dream, after all.
And then he turned his head to see a second bed, and another person on it, Kyle.

Kyle awoke shortly after Dustin did, with a stretch and a yawn. He cracked his knuckles as he sat up, and then took the scenery in. His own closed briefcase at the foot of his bed was where it always was, but something just felt off for himself too, but he couldn't quite place it. He turned to Dustin, and the two of them simply stared at each other for a moment before Kyle eventually spoke up. "Morning Dustin, sleep well?"

Dustin blinked a few times before he stopped staring at Kyle, and pulled himself out of bed. "Yeah, I had a really weird dream involving Berkley though." He swore he could still taste the salty cigar on his lips. It made him crave more. He was dressed in a large t-shirt and pajamas, although the pajamas didn't quite reach all the way down to his ankles, and his shirt exposed a bit of his hairy gut.

"I had a weird dream myself." Kyle sighed as he got out of bed, wearing similar clothes, although unlike Dustin, Kyle's clothes fit him better. "That male horse I roleplayed as visited me too." He casually took his shirt off, but paused briefly. Something about undressing in front of Dustin felt awkward, as if he had never done it before, yet if he hadn't why did he have memories of the two sharing the same room more than once? He held onto his head briefly, showing off his toned chest.

"Everything alright Kyle?" Dustin noticed him hold his head. Dustin himself took off his shirt to show off his muscles, and slight gut. Something about it felt off to him as well, but he couldn't quite place it. He looked at his underwear in his suitcase, and then scratched his head. I...I've been naked in front of him before, haven't I? He thought to himself.

"Yeah, just..." Kyle looked to the bathroom briefly, with just as confused a look as Dustin expressed. "You ever just get the feeling that something doesn't feel right? Maybe it's just a morning thing, but something feels incredibly off today." Kyle tried to remember last night. The two went to the convention and played a mock Dungeons and Dragons. They went back to the hotel, got into their pajamas, and then went to sleep. They agreed to share the same hotel room to save on money, plus they had done it in the past. They weren't close enough to be lovers, more like close friends.

"Sometimes." Dustin casually replied. He looked at Kyle again. He just now realized that he was topless in front of him. It didn't bother him, and for some reason that fact alone concerned him. He was normally much shyer than the way he was behaving around Kyle than before. He remembered the day they first met! It was...only yesterday, wasn't it? It was hard to remember. "I don't know. A good breakfast with some damn hot coffee should help."

"Yeah..." Kyle grabbed underwear from his suitcase, and walked to the shower. "I'm going to take a quick shower, maybe that'll wake me up." He walked into the bathroom, and closed the door. Now far enough from Dustin, Kyle undressed to take a look at himself, as he felt strange in so many ways since he woke up. His body was toned, and his cock, still half erect, dangled between his legs at a good 8 inches in length. The tip of the shaft was slightly flatter compared to most humans, and the balls were slightly swollen. His skin was slightly grayer than most humans, but he didn't pay that much mind. Part of him thought that his appearance was quite normal, while another part of him said he wasn't as strong as he should have been. "Well...I think everything is fine." He muttered. With a mental shrug, he helped himself to a shower.

Just as Kyle was showering, Dustin took the time to look at himself. He noticed his gut was there, and it was more firm. He had more muscle around it though than he remembered, and a throbbing shaft between his legs that slowly stopped as he stared down at his body. The floor seemed a bit farther away than Dustin last remembered too. "Hrm...whatever..." he picked up the phone, and called up room service.

The two got redressed before either of them knew what was going on. Room service brought them coffee, pancakes, bacon, eggs, the works. Once Kyle left the shower, both he and Dustin helped themselves to the food.

"So, the gathering is a three day thing, and we're only here on day one. Want to go back to that weird DND session?" Kyle asked Dustin. He thought the game was a little awkward, but it did have its funny moments, such as when people were hitting on him in the game, as if he were a real equine stud. It made for mild entertainment. A 'pretty boy' equine as he was referred to, at least in that game.

"Sure. Maybe we can go and take a quick look around the convention too, see if there's any good art." Dustin paused briefly. Normally, exploration wasn't something he was interested in, yet today he felt more adventurous.

"You want to see if anyone can draw Myu and Berkley together in a given day?" Kyle said with a small chuckle. "I did bring a small amount of cash with me to see if we could do that..."

"Myu and Berkley? Naw, Berkley and Mark though, that would be something worth seeing." Dustin had seen Kyle act out that character, and he actually liked it more than Myu, if one reason being it was an older adult male character.

"I literally just came up with him less than a week ago and you want to see more of him?" Kyle rolled his eyes. "I don't even have that good of a profile made on Mark yet. Hell, I don't even have a last name for him yet. I could do something generic like...Baker or something, I don't know, I'm terrible at names."

"Baker isn't a bad last name." Dustin shrugged. "It doesn't have to be super complex name with deep meanings..." Dustin finished his breakfast, then stretched once more.

"Yeah that's true..." Kyle remembered the dream and a fault he had of Mark, him being a bad cook. Baker did kind of make such a bad trait almost ironic. His last name should have implied he was good at baking, when in fact he was anything but. Not that Kyle was a good chef anyways, but he had imagined Mark being so bad at cooking that he could pour a bowl of cereal and it would somehow catch on fire. "We'll worry about it later. It's not like I have to make him in a few days or something." With his own breakfast finished, he stood up with a casual stretch. "Let's be off then."

What followed next for the two was another day at the convention. The day itself flew by, but it was filled with fun. The two were a bit more open about themselves to others, and while they didn't get art purely because of the price, they did attend the exact same gathering as they did yesterday. The various people from before also attended, but much like Dustin and Kyle, they weren't wearing their fursuits today. There was still something particularly different about each of them, not that Dustin or Kyle could have figured out the differences. They just came, had a good time, and before they knew it, was time to leave back to the hotel, but not before getting a quick bite to eat at a restaurant. The two didn't eat out at any place extremely fancy, but it was at least a step up from fast food.

Dustin sat outside with Kyle that warm evening, a burger in hand. While not the most ideal thing he would have eaten, it was at least edible food. "How many times did that bunny hit on you during the game?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Kyle ate his own burger with a shoulder shrug. "Too many times, I know rabbits are known for multiplying, but holy shit, she was acting as if I belonged in a playgirl magazine."

"Well, you did make Mark out to be a 'pretty boy' of sorts, didn't you?" Dustin replied.

"Long mane, long tail, muscular, but not overly so, I guess...kind of?" Kyle shrugged. "It was an idea I got from a roleplay years ago where I was transformed into a cartoonish equine. I don't remember a lot of details about it though." As Kyle finished his meal, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin brown cigar. As he raised it to his lips, he paused. He didn't even remember packing his suitcase with cigars, let alone having any in his pocket. With two fingers around the base of the cigar, he stared down at it, losing his train of thought.

Dustin almost froze when Kyle pulled out the cigar. He reached into his own pocket, and felt a cigar of his own. He knew he didn't smoke, he doubted Kyle smoked, so where did the cigars even come from? "I uh...yeah, I got to wonder though, is he really into women? The bunny was hitting on him, but he wasn't very interested in her." He tried to change the subject, all while his mind kept wandering back to the cigar in his pocket, and Kyle's hand.

Kyle stared down at his cigar for another moment before he gently lowered it to the table, and tried to clear his head over it. "I mean, that's how little I designed him, I haven't decided...he's not fully straight, yet not fully gay. I'm thinking either bi, or pansexual, leaning more towards bi, but not really sexually crazy, you know?"

"Not like Myu?" Dustin asked with a chuckle. He couldn't get his fingers off of his cigar. He felt antsy about it, as if he were going through minor withdrawal symptoms, even though he never had a cigar before in his life.

Kyle felt as if he had an idea with how Mark would work, so he went right with it. "Hah, I'm thinking not quite as little like me, but also not as crazy like Myu. Like, maybe once in a while he'll like to have some fun, but he doesn't go out actively looking for it like Myu will. Like, if he's in the mood, he knows he can get it with some sweet talk, but otherwise in like the office where we're roleplaying, where he's working there, he is more interested in his work than going into the bathroom for a quickie."

"That makes sense, can't have sex crazed anthros running around left and right." Dustin's talking with Kyle made it easier for him to get his mind off of the cigar in his pocket, but it annoyed him to no end as he kept thinking about where it came from. He could tell by Kyle's face that something was on his mind as well.

"I'd say if he had the chance...once a week?" Kyle shrugged. "I don't know really. It depends on who his partner is, and if they'll let him use pornography."

Dustin smirked. "I don't think Berkley would care if he had pornography." Only once after he said that, he paused. "Er...you know, if the two were partners..."

"I think they'd get along pretty well. More realistically than Myu and Berkley." Kyle responded with a chuckle. He turned to check his phone, and then let out a sigh. "We should head back to the hotel though, it's getting late."

Both Dustin and Kyle went back to their hotel, and into the same room. The rest of the night was spent with the two being fairly calm, and each of them generally doing their own thing, with an occasional card game or two. There was little excitement worth mentioning, and after some time, they went to sleep in their own beds once more.

Dustin felt himself wake in the same cabin he was in earlier. He knew very well he hadn't technically woke up, but that he was in the same dream as before. He put his hand up against his head, and tried to think himself to actually wake up in the hotel, but to no avail. Like last night in his dream, Berkley was there with the same scowl on his face.

"You're already a bit more like me, but we need you to become even more like me." He said in a deep voice, and a cigar in his mouth. He took a deep inhale of his cigar, then took it out of his mouth. He leaned close to Dustin, and then exhaled.

Dustin was breathing in, just as Berkley exhaled that cigar smoke right to him, and unfortunately, he breathed it in, and coughed hard. He almost felt himself coughing in the real world. Yet at the same time, he knew he had a cigar in his pocket from earlier. He...he smoked, didn't he? So why was this bothering him so much?

Berkley smirked at Dustin. "Did you take a look at yourself too by chance?"

Dustin was confused at first. He thought he was the same as always, yet as he looked down, he saw brown furry huge muscular hands. His eyes traced up his muscular arms, back to his body. He looked just like Berkley, just as Berkley made him look like such a thing from last night. "This is only a dream...this is only a dream." He mumbled quietly, his voice sounded exactly like Berkley's own.

"You keep telling yourself that." Berkley said with a gruff voice as he put the cigar back in his own mouth. "It's a dream...for now. One day though...you'll be ready. You'll finally be me." Berkley exhaled another puff of smoke, directly at Dustin's face.

Dustin was ready to wave the smoke away, yet he found himself inhaling, and not having nearly as much problems breathing as before. He actually found himself...smiling as he inhaled the cigar smoke. "F-fuck..." he mumbled quietly, as he slowly closed his eyes.

While Dustin dreamt, Kyle was having another dream like before. Just like Dustin, Kyle 'woke' in the cabin, and he saw Mark overlooking him. Kyle grimaced at the sight of the equine. "I hate reoccurring dreams..." He fell back against the bed in the cabin.

"At least my work is left untouched on you." The equine, Mark, replied to Kyle as he sat on a wooden chair not far from the foot of the bed. "Still the strong horse I made you out to be."

Kyle looked down at himself, much like Dustin had earlier, and he noticed that he was indeed still that equine that Mark changed him into last night. He looked like a spitting image of Mark, complete with hooves for feet, and the large flat head equine cock between his legs. "So I'm already you, what more needs to be done?"

"Physically, you look like me, mentally though? You don't think like me at all." Mark smirked. "You're too much of an introvert, that simply HAS to change, you can't be nearly the same person, give me a distinct personality so we're much harder to compare."

"I don't need to be an extrovert. Besides, if you're in my dream, you know what I said earlier today." Kyle looked away from Mark with his arms crossed. "Is the whole 'sex once a week' idea not open enough for you?"

"Maybe not." The equine said with a smirk. "Maybe you need to be flirtier. You're a 'pretty pony boy' after all. Maybe have a bit of egotism to it." The horse anthro suddenly grabbed hold of Kyle's head. While he didn't squeeze down, his fingertips stroked upwards again and again. "You're a pretty boy, you know it, take advantage of it to those who you can. You do your job and have fun during the day, and then you spend the night with big bear tiger Berkley. Two alpha males, side by side."

Berkley, Kyle had to take a minute to think about that name. Normally, it was Berkley and Myu, but Berkley and Mark? It would definitely make for a more realistic than a magical Myu. "But...Mark is arrogant and cocky...what would make him see something in Berkley? And Berkley in him?"

"Friendly rivalries." Mark explained. "Fuck if it has to be sexual, it doesn't always have to be, imagine it like this. Berkley and Mark meet, Berkley beats Mark in a competition. Mark doesn't like that deep down, so they start meeting and competing every now and then in various things. The two get alone more and more, and eventually start sleeping together, Mark improves in various things, and learns that losing isn't always so bad, especially when the stakes are just right."

Kyle hated to admit that it didn't sound like a terrible way two people might get together, and as he thought about it, it became harder to clear his mind of Mark and Berkley meeting, as if it were part of his own memories.

With a wicked grin on his face, Mark leaned down to Kyle. Their foreheads pressed against each other. "You're ready..." Mark said quietly, his hot breath on Kyle's face. He then gave Kyle a deep, loving kiss.

Kyle couldn't stop it even if he tried, the equine's strength was just too much. His eyes slowly closed during the kiss, and then Kyle began to wake up, back into the hotel room.

Dustin awoke with Kyle, and as he awoke, he could tell something was different that day, he just knew right as he opened his eyes that something was off, something had changed, yet his brain was muddled as to what. He got out of the bed, and then turned to Kyle. The two had slept in the exact same large bed. Dustin stared at the white bed with blue sheets briefly, before he concluded that it wasn't what was different. He then looked down at himself. He had a brief sense of vertigo as he looked down. He swore he measured at least 6'4. His black pajamas couldn't even cover his exposed stomach fully. He then turned to his arms and noticed his pecs, covered underneath quite a bit of brown fur. He looked down at his legs to see the same brown fur, and then at his muscular hands, which still had normal human nails. After a long pause of staring down at his body, he said aloud. "I don't see anything wrong here..."

Kyle awoke with a stretch. He laid in bed, but he noticed the one single large bed. His face showed that he knew something was off too, but he couldn't pinpoint it. He scratched his semi-long dark hair confusedly, and then looked at Dustin. He noticed Dustin's muscles, and his gut, and then Kyle looked down at his own muscles. He didn't have a stomach like Dustin's, but he had a good six pack of abs. In other words, something seems off, but everything looks pretty damn normal to me. He thought to himself.

Dustin looked over to Kyle, and noticed his abs. Kyle also seemed a bit taller, but not nearly as big as Dustin was. He could tell by Kyle's expression that something seemed off. "You can sense it too, can't you?" he said in a monotone voice, a voice that sounded deeper to him, but he didn't think anything else of it.

Kyle looked down at his toned arms. While his muscles didn't bulge nearly as much as Dustin's did, he knew he had the strength to rival him, at least his mind told him as such. Kyle raised his head to look at Dustin, but he was suddenly distracted when those blue eyes caught sight of a mirror. He saw his own reflection out of it. Curiously, he got up and walked over to it. "Maybe..." he mumbled.

Dustin watched Kyle with a raised brow. He wasn't quite in view of the mirror, but he could tell Kyle was looking at himself. It did make him curious to see how exactly he looked in that mirror too, but he'd let Kyle see his body first.

Kyle took off his top to show off his toned muscular chest. His eyes said something was wrong, but he couldn't help but smile. "Damn...I'm not sure what it is, but I look as sexy as fuck..." he felt a sudden...pulsing sensation between his legs, a surge of arousal as he looked at his six pack abs in the mirror, not that he complained about it.
Kyle did a few flexes in the mirror, showing off bulges of his muscles as, between his legs, another bulge showed, bigger than it was last night. He turned to Dustin with a smirk. "Well, if it isn't the second sexiest person on Earth."

Dustin was taken aback at first. He wasn't sure how to properly respond. Something deep down just clicked though, and he suddenly rolled his eyes. "You're a damn narcissist. If you weren't so attractive, I'd hate you. Anyway, it's the last day of the convention, let's get something to eat, then go right to that meeting."

Kyle didn't even look back at Dustin, he just flexed in the mirror again, and happily at that. "Alright, that's fine. Then go right back to Montana."

Dustin nodded at Kyle. "Yeah." He said, before a short pause. Montana? We live in Montana? Together?It...Why does it sound right, and wrong? He thought to himself. He'd let Kyle have the mirror before he'd get it himself, but he figured it was going to take awhile.

Dustin and Kyle ate, they got dressed, and they went to the convention for one more day. As it was the last day for the convention, it wasn't as populated as it had been for the last few days, but the meeting for the Dungeons and Dragons parody was still there, as was the rest of the group. This particular day though, instead of animal characters in a human office, it was human characters living their everyday lives, as if it were a parody of real life in a Dungeons and Dragons game.

Kyle thought it was a little awkward. He swore the game played differently than it did two days ago, but he didn't say anything.

During that time, one of the women that played leaned onto Kyle suddenly. She grinned up at him, and her long ears atop her head twitched. "So, what are you doing after the convention?"

Kyle looked down at the woman. He noticed her ears looked quite a bit longer. He also saw what could only be described as fine fur on her arms. Humans don't have fur like that...do they? He remembered she was hitting on him for quite a bit of the convention as well, and while he ignored her advances most of the time, tonight in particular was oddly hard to say no. He wasn't one for relationships, and he wasn't ready to get started at the convention with her. "I erm..." 

Dustin raised his head, and turned to Kyle to see the situation unfold. He raised a brow curiously. Part of him wanted to jump in and get the woman away from Kyle, but then again, Kyle had his own life to lead. Dustin couldn't help but feel an irritation inside of him though. "Ugh." he grumbled. "Excuse me a moment." He got up off of the chair, causing the chair to creak loudly, and then he left the room.

Kyle watched Dustin curiously for a moment. "I'm going to go check on him." He patted the 'bunny's head, then left to go check on Dustin. Not seeing Dustin right away, something just instinctively told him where Dustin would be. Kyle went downstairs, went outside, and there he saw Dustin, a few feet away from the entrance of the convention.

Dustin leaned his back against the wall of the convention. He reached down into his pocket, and he pulled out a cigar. Without a second thought, and a match pulled from his pocket as well, he lit up the cigar, and took a deep inhale of the brown large cigar. He closed his eyes, and breathed heavily. "Fucking sluts..." he muttered quietly. His spine bothered him just a bit as it extended behind him. He moved his rear away from the convention outer walls to give room for his growing tail, something he didn't even think to double check if it was truly wrong.

Kyle walked over to Dustin, and leaned against the wall near him. "Hey, what's up with you today?" He asked. Without even thinking, he whipped out a cigar of his own, and placed it on his lips. He reached for a lighter in his pocket, but found none.

"The fuck do you think?" Dustin stared at Kyle with an annoyed glance, before he let out a frustrated sigh, and lit up Kyle's cigar for him. "I get you want to fuck others, but you really got to do that shit in front of me? We competing to see who can screw more people now?"

Kyle took a deep inhale of his now lit cigar. He took the lit cigar away from his lips, and blew a white puff of air. "I can't help it if I'm so sexy that everyone, including you, wants to get in bed with me. Who doesn't love the horse cock?"

Dustin rolled his eyes at Kyle's reply. "Mark..." he muttered under his breath.

"Hey," Kyle leaned his head against Dustin's shoulder. "Just because I get in bed with others, doesn't mean I don't love you, Berkley. Nobody's got a damn fine ass like you, well except me. Still, end of the day, no matter who hits on me or who I pound, you're still my numero Uno big tiger bear Berk." Kyle placed his muscular arm around Dustin's much more muscular looking arm. Dustin's arms looked even harrier than before, thick brown hair, almost like fur. Kyle's own arm was a bit rough, but not quite as hairy, except for some white hair on his wrist.

Dustin let out a gruff sigh. His rough tongue rubbed up against his cheek before he took another puff of his cigar. He looked away from Kyle at first. After a moment, he turned back to him. "You're lucky you've got a way with words you damn perverted cute horse."

"I prefer the term 'pretty boy pony', it rolls off the tongue." Kyle leaned up to Dustin, and looked at him eye to eye. With a quick jump, and the cigar in his hand, he wrapped his arms around Dustin's broad muscular shoulders, and gave him a kiss, not on the cheek, but square on the lips.

Dustin didn't even think about what was going on. He kissed Kyle right back on the lips, enjoying the salty taste of the cigar left on those darkened lips of Kyle's. His muscular body embraced Kyle's, and for a good long minute, the pair were in bliss and harmony.

Just as the kiss ended, Kyle dropped back down from Dustin. "Now, we should really get back to the game, they're probably waiting for us."

Dustin smiled down at Kyle. "Yeah, I'm glad you convinced me to do this roleplay with you, it's some good shit." Something sounded off about that, but Dustin said it with just a brief second thought.

I convinced him? But I thought he convinced me... Kyle thought to himself. He stared up at Dustin, and the more he thought about the roleplay, the more he began to think about what was actually going on. Weren't they already roleplaying? Or was this real? Was it something that they've already done? "Hey Berkley..." Kyle suggested. "Humor me a sec, show me your license."

"Why the fuck do you want to see that?" Dustin spoke with a confused tone in his voice, but he still obliged. He took out his wallet, and showed it to Kyle his license through the clear plastic in front of his wallet. "Here."

Kyle stared at Dustin's wallet. He noticed something was immediately off about it. "Berkley, your wallet...it says Dustin on it." It was then that it hit him. They were roleplaying, weren't they? They were doing it for the Dungeons and Dragons group, but if that were the case, why were they still doing it? Kyle pulled out his own wallet, and then he blinked a few times as he looked at his own license. "If yours says Dustin...why does mine say Mark?" he showed off his own license. Indeed, his license said that he was Mark.

Dustin scoffed. "Because you are..." he paused. Why would Dustin's license read Dustin? He took a longer pause before he slowly came to the same realization that Kyle surely came to. "Are we...Kyle, we're changing into Berkley and Mark, aren't we?" he suddenly snapped out of his old tone. He was Dustin, he knew he was Dustin.

It was the only conclusion Kyle could come up with. Kyle noticed his age increased in the driver's license too, although he didn't say it out loud. "Yeah..." he was quiet about it at first. His heart pounded heavily underneath his chest as his mind raced with thoughts. He wondered if the others at the convention where changing too, and he was trying to remember the group they were with. He couldn't even tell he was changing up until now though, so if they were transforming as well, he wouldn't have realized it. "But this isn't bad, is it?"

Dustin was ready to call Kyle crazy, but then he realized that, if he was becoming Berkley, it couldn't have been that bad. He was envious of the big tiger bear sometimes. Dustin saw himself weak, but Berkley, he was strong, confident, and quite a few other things. He could feel something shift and tilt behind him, unaware he was still changing, even while awake. A his tail shifted out above his pants, and under his shirt as it grew, yet it took until now for Dustin to realize his growing tail, and his larger body. His clothing had largely adjusted for it too. "No," he concluded. "It isn't. I've always dreamed of becoming Berkley." 
He wasn't sure why he spoke as calmly as he did. He could feel his blood race rapidly through his body. With each pump of his heart, his body felt just a little bit heavier as he gained not just fat, but muscle with his growing frame.

"I can't say I've dreamed of becoming an OC that I literally just made up a week ago." Kyle admitted. At the same time, his mind told him he should be thrilled. He had roleplayed becoming a male equine on a regular basis with friends of his, and now here he was becoming one. He paid no attention to the tail of his own that grew behind him, strands of dark horse hair right above his backside. "But...why does it feel so GOOD?" he said out loud before he realized what he even spoke. "I-I mean...you know."

Dustin understood exactly what Kyle meant. The sensations of transformation, it felt as if he could feel them taking place every single second now, even if nothing was truly changing significantly. "I know." It was oddly arousing, and the bulge between his legs showed it. He wasn't aroused enough to not be able to control his urges, but at the same time, as he looked down, and then back at his brown furred tail with green stripes, he came to a realization. "I don't remember what I fucking used to look like. Did I always have Berkley's tail?"

Kyle looked behind him, and noticed that tail of his own. "Hell if I know...did I always have Mark's tail?" he turned back to Dustin. Kyle could feel his breathing quickened, his heart throbbed, and he just kept staring at Dustin. Dustin's shape, Dustin's size, it looked much like Berkley, it looked as if he had gained a few inches in height just when Kyle looked away, while Kyle himself didn't gain that much height. "What are we going to do?"

"That's MY fucking question!" Dustin snapped, but then froze only moments after he bared his sharp teeth. "I- I mean...I don't know, aren't you supposed to be a 'know it all' as Mark or something?" Dustin scratched his head, though his nails were extremely short, making scratching just a bit challenging.

Kyle paused at that. He knew he didn't know everything, yet Mark, something deep in his head, said they did. He hated people that claimed to be a 'know it all', it just meant they actually knew nothing. "These aren't BAD changes I guess...maybe we can persuade them to be something more of our taste though?" he suggested. "I keep dreaming about Mark, maybe I can change him in my dream or something and that might change how things go." It sounded like a stupid idea when he said it out loud to himself, yet he couldn't think of anything else.

"I've dreamt about Berkley too." Dustin admitted. Dustin tried to remember what he looked like in his own dream, but recalling dreams was virtually impossible. Recalling a lot of his life felt difficult too. He remembered being born and raised in Montana, but that just felt wrong. "Maybe we should ask the rest of the group about this, maybe they've had similar experiences."

Kyle nodded. "Yeah, we can't be the only ones changing. They're also probably a little worried at how long we're taking." Although, if we're having problems finding out our changes, they're probably having just as hard a time knowing they're changing too. He thought to himself.

Both Dustin and Kyle went back into the convention. Both of them were paying more attention to everything around them than everything in front of them. Women with very realistic looking cat ears and a cat tail that swayed to look incredibly lifelike, men with dog ears and large packages between their legs. Dustin and Kyle looked between the various creatures that looked more like anthros than they should have been, yet it was hard for either of them to pinpoint exactly what was wrong, even though deep down, they both knew something should very well have been.

Kyle paused at the sight of a woman with a long blonde mane that went down to a tail that swept the ground, a mare anthro. He stared at the woman as he tried to think about how it shouldn't be right, how she shouldn't be an anthro, yet while he tried to think about it, his mind told him otherwise. It was as if he were trying to convince himself there was no such thing as horses in the world, when he knew there very much was.

The two hadn't even made it to the elevator, and Dustin noticed Kyle froze to stare at an anthro. Dustin looked over to the anthro too, and he also tried to rationalize that the anthro shouldn't have existed, even though it stood right in front of them. After a brief moment, he shook his head, and took Kyle's hand. "Let's go." He said in a deep gruff voice.

Kyle was tempted to make a comment about how he wanted the mare to admire him, but he knew that wasn't his own thoughts. Still, mares were a weakness he had, even as a normal human with no changes. The only thing that got him going was his curiosity for seeing the rest of the group. "Yeah, let's go..." he mumbled.

Once Dustin and Kyle made their way back up into the meeting room, the rest of the group weren't just changed partially, they had been changed fully. 
There was the female bunny rabbit that had been hitting on Kyle earlier. She was a voluptuous creature with a large chest, ass, big ears, buck teeth, and two ruby red lips that looked as if they were always ready for a kiss. The male fox looked rather plain, but he always had a coy smile on his face. The female rhino stood almost as tall as Dustin at 6'7, gray coarse hide, and a muzzle with the rhino horns. The two male dogs was a husky, and a Labrador, both similar in height.
The fox turned to the door when Dustin and Kyle came back in. "Ah good, you two are back. We were about to get into an encounter with a boss. How are your character's filing skills?"

Dustin and Kyle exchanged glances to each other, and then the rest of the group.
Kyle reached down, and picked up his character sheet. He stared at the character name, now known as 'Kyle' and it had his previous information on it, including his age. Curiously, Kyle pulled out his wallet to glance at his own driver's license to compare. He had already seen his license said Mark, but he saw that Mark was 36, and Kyle wasn't that age, at least he thought he wasn't. He wasn't that age on his character sheet. "I uh...skill level 8." He replied, after a long delay of looking at his license and sheet.

Dustin looked over to Kyle, and then down at his own sheet. Much like Kyle, Dustin's sheet indicated his character was now Dustin, a shy, timid human. He couldn't help but scoff, but then shortly pause after. This is who I used to be. He quickly realized. He knew the other anthros around the table used to be someone else too, but he had no idea who they were. "Fucking...skill 5." He muttered with a rumble in his voice.

The game continued as if nothing were out of place. Dustin and Kyle seemed to be the only two to actually know that something was wrong, even if they also had the same thoughts that nothing had changed at all, they knew they had changed, which could have only meant the rest of the group was entirely different as well. They both had the same idea in their heads though; others would think they were crazy for even talking about being different.

The session continued normally, although after a few hours, Dustin and Kyle left to take a smoke break outside, and to gather their thoughts. Dustin was covered in a light dusting of brown fur with green stripes, as well as muscles and fat covering his tall, heavy body.
Kyle's skin looked a sicklier gray, with some spots totally black. His hair had grown down the back of his head, and his feet were numb in his shoes. His equine ears could pick up the noise of fabric tearing, but he ignored it.

By the time the session was over, Dustin and Kyle looked more like their anthro selves than their regular selves, although still not quite as anthro as the others around the table. The group said their goodbyes, as it was the last day of the convention, although Dustin and Kyle were quicker to leave compared with everyone else. They rushed out, grabbed a cab, and made their way back to the hotel without even thinking about how the cab driver treated the two so casually despite how inhuman they looked. The time back to the hotel was much of a blur to the pair as they had the similar idea to get back to the hotel, and try to figure out what they can do about their changing bodies.

Kyle walked into the hotel first with a grimace on his face. He paused to look in the mirror, and he stared at the equine that looked at him right back. His face was exactly the same equine muzzle that he had dreamt about earlier, complete with large blue eyes. His hide was black, his hair was black, and he had a long tail that swayed gently behind him, one that looked just like a horses. From his head down to his ankles, he looked like Mark. His shoes began to tear at the seams to reveal his black hooves underneath. "God, I really am not human anymore." He said out loud, knowing that he used to be human, just not remembering how he even looked. Luckily, he kept his character sheet that gave him a good idea.

Dustin followed from behind, easily taller than Kyle as he stood at 6'10. "You and I fucking both." He replied with a gruff tone, showing off his sharp teeth. He waited for Kyle to finish up with the bathroom mirror, which felt as if it took longer than it should have, and then he took a look at his own body. His ears were rounded at the top of his head, and while he didn't see any of his human hair, there was plenty of fur all around his body. He raised his muscular huge arm, and glanced at his fingers to notice his fingernails weren't even there anymore, although with a casual flex, he was able to unsheathe black claws. "Fucking hell, this almost looks exactly like Berkley..." he was still wearing his clothes though, and he was tempted to look underneath, just to see how much like Berkley he truly was.

Kyle's equine ears flickered when he picked up Dustin's comment. He looked down at his body and his regular shirt. He noticed his abs on his flat stomach through the shirt, and it made him curious. "Dustin, how much do you think we've really changed into those two?"

Dustin raised a brow as he looked down to Kyle. "What do you mean? Just fucking look at us Mar- I mean, Kyle." Dustin was well aware of the changes they were going through, but it was proving difficult at times to even remember they used to be human. "We're both covered in fur...well...me fur, you hide. We're jacked, we're different. I don't know exactly HOW we're different, shit if I can remember my human form, but we're different!"

"What about...underneath our clothes?" Kyle knew how strange it sounded, yet he was more curious than anything. He looked like an equine anthro, complete with muzzle and hooves, but he still had jeans on, he still had his shirt on, and he still had boxers on. "Like, just how greatly detailed are our changes?"

Dustin was hesitant to answer. He knew where Kyle was going with this. "You want us to get naked in front of each other? Fine, like I give a shit, we've seen each other naked before." He spoke with little hesitation. Something about that last part sounded off to Dustin, but he didn't give it a second thought. Something else deep down told him he'd be uncomfortable if he even tried to give it any more thinking.

"You like to look at me naked anyways." Kyle teased. He stuck out his flat tongue, and then took off his shirt easily. Underneath his shirt was the pack of abs. He wasn't quite built like a bodybuilder, but he definitely had the arm and chest muscles to show off. He stroked the mane of his that went down below his neck, and smiled his flat white teeth at Dustin, and casually flexed.

Dustin wasn't sure whether to roll his eyes, or make a comment about Kyle naked. He instead just took off his own shirt to reveal his own abs, and his large gut. Dustin lost track of how much he weighed. He was tall, muscular, and huge. His tiger tail flickered behind him as he looked down at his furry belly. He tried to remember what he used to look like, but he couldn't picture himself without the belly in front of him. "I think I was always pretty big."

Kyle was unsure about his own abs. Between the pair, Dustin definitely looked as if he were stronger, but Kyle could easily recall competitive matches the two had when it came to strength, and how they were often surprisingly even in many things. "Well, there's still another spot to check, care to go first?"

Dustin knew where Kyle was going with this. He briefly thought of Myu, but then his mind drifted to Mark. Mark was a fan of teasing naked bodies, but he was rarely sexual about it. "Fine." He simply responded. He put his thumbs into his pants, and then pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal his naked body.

Dustin's naked body resembled Berkley's virtually perfectly. From his ass to his gut, and even the cock and balls, which were much larger than a human's own. It was not much detail that Dustin had paid attention to though, sexual details weren't something he focused on much, although like the rest of his body, his sex was a mixture of that of a bear, and a tiger. His back had green stripes traveling behind him, and his tiger tail, now free of clothes, was able to flicker happily.

Kyle glanced up and down at the now naked Dustin. "Nine out of ten." He teased with a smirk. "It's a damn fine body, but it'll never be as fine as mine." Such a thing was out of place for Kyle to say. It was the Mark in him that made him say it.

Dustin rolled his eyes. "Your turn to show off the goods you narcissist jerk." He couldn't help himself but look in a mirror to see his body though. He remembered seeing Berkley in his dreams so many times. There was no doubt about it, while he couldn't see himself in the mirror fully because of how large he was, he looked just like Berkley. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn't picture his old human form anymore, but at the same time...this new form wasn't that bad at all.

Kyle just rolled his eyes right after Dustin did. He wasn't going to argue about being a narcissist. He knew he never thought so highly about himself before, yet when Dustin stepped away from the mirror to let Kyle look, he couldn't help but take a minute longer to stare at himself. "No need to be jealous." He replied, as if he were on autopilot. Just as easy as Dustin undressed, Kyle took off his clothes and revealed his equine tail, his firm black hide ass, muscular legs, and that large horse cock and balls. When it came to sheathed size, both Kyle and Dustin looked similar in terms of size. Dustin definitely had an advantage over full body size compared to Kyle, although where Dustin resembled a strong 'dad bod' of sorts, Kyle's body was more of a muscular 'pretty boy' pony.

"Fuck if I'm jeal..." Dustin paused briefly. He looked up and down at Kyle's now naked body. Deep down, he felt an attraction, not just on a physical level, but on an emotional level, one that felt as if it had existed for years on end. "Dammit." He muttered. "Berkley's playing with my mind I swear." He sat down and grabbed a bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. He didn't even question where the whiskey even came from, he just helped himself to a swig.

"At a loss for words?" Kyle chuckled, but then he paused shortly after as he heard the word 'Berkley.' He was reminded of what the two were doing, and why they undressed in the first place. Their physical changes took place flawlessly, effortlessly, painlessly, but they were still each other mentally. At least, Kyle thought they were still each other mentally, he couldn't say for sure. His stature suddenly changed as he frowned in the mirror. "I mean, if we were both humans, there really can't be that much left to transform about us." 
He still couldn't complain about the body he had. He was big, powerful, he was what he had roleplayed becoming multiple times before he had met Dustin. He wasn't just a horse anthro, he was an alpha horse anthro, and he had the attitude to prove it.

Dustin put down the bottle of whiskey, and let out a soft belch. "Mentally, we're still us. I think." Dustin replied. Although it was hard to recall many things about his human form, and there were times he knew he thought like Berkley, he was still himself. "But who knows how long that will last." He glanced out the window with a grimace. Their hotel room was high enough that he didn't have to worry about being spotted naked, although he still wasn't entirely fond of it. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable around Kyle, which in of itself was a bizarre feeling, but something else. "I'm getting dressed again."

Kyle looked down at his own naked body, and then at Dustin. "I think so too, more or less. I know I used to be human, but I don't know what I looked like..." he recalled the many dreams he had with Mark, and he always felt so strange when he woke up. "I get a feeling if we fall asleep again, then we might finish changing mentally." he paused as he recalled his wallet. "Hell, maybe the world will finish changing too..."

Dustin pulled out his phone and took a look at his pictures and apps. It was surprisingly easy to work his phone with furry hands. As he looked through his apps and photos, he noticed that each photo that involved him, what few there were, had him looking entirely like Berkley. "Maybe." He responded, without looking back to Kyle. "What are we supposed to do? Are we just going to accept this?" Dustin was filled with mixed emotions. He was afraid he would wake up as someone else, but at the same time, becoming Berkley was a dream of his. To actually go through with it and transform into him though was intimidating.

"If we are, then we may as well spend our last night before the final changes occur doing what we enjoy best." Kyle concluded. "I mean, hell, what have we done here besides go to the convention? We haven't had any fun together besides that!" after a quick pause, he added. "I mean, fun like video games and card games. When else are we going to get a chance to do this again?"

Dustin wasn't sure how to even answer properly. He really wasn't sure when he was going to see Kyle again, nor did he even know if he was even going to wake up as the same person. It both excited, and frightened him. "You have a point...well, what do you want to do?"

"We can make a competition out of it. First person to fall asleep loses." He looked to the hotel television, and then back to Dustin. "As for what we can do so we don't fall asleep, well I brought a deck of cards and some games with me." He pulled out his handheld game consoles. Aside from his clothes, not much inside of his suitcase had changed.

Dustin didn't think the idea of a competition was a good idea, at least at first. Something deep down liked the idea, something he knew that wasn't part of him, but it made it hard to resist. "I guess it's worth a try. Alright then, let's play some cards."

Dustin and Kyle spent the night playing card games, along with handheld games. It was easier not to focus on their altered furry bodies, if only because they couldn't even remember what they once looked like. As time went on, it became harder for the pair to focus. Without any major game consoles and only handheld ones, and the most basic cards, there was only so much they could do, and unlike New York, they were in a city where everything fell quiet at night. 

Kyle liked the quiet late at night, but not this night in particular where staying up was important. He usually stayed up late multiple nights, but tonight in particular felt important, and extremely long.

Dustin wasn't sure how much time had passed since they had started their competition. He could imagine Berkley and Mark being far more into competing with each other and make things far more interesting, but he himself wasn't one to be that competitive. He may have had the big bear/tiger build of Berkley, but he didn't quite have the mentality of one.

Kyle wasn't one to be competitive either. The more the night drove on, the more he mentally asked himself why he thought competing was a good idea. He sat on the bed with Dustin, and a tiny table in between the pair that had a small stack of face-down cards. Each of them had a small hand of five cards, and they looked at each other with droopy eyes.
Kyle's eyes slowly closed, but then quickly opened as he tried to keep himself awake. He wasn't sure what time it was, he knew that it was still dark out, and that was the only thing he was aware of as far as how late it was. His eyes slowly closed, and then shot back open to see the bear/tiger in front of him once more.

Dustin's eyes felt heavy. He closed his eyes and opened them slowly with Kyle. He reached to the nightstand behind him and felt a package of cigars, but he was hesitant to smoke them. While he knew it would make him feel better, there was also a no smoking policy in the hotel. There was nothing about the drinking though. The whiskey was still on the stand, and he helped himself to a small shot glass of it. "Got any fours?" Dustin asked with a gruff tone.

Kyle slowly blinked his eyes at Dustin. "Weren't we playing poker?" he wished he knew what time it was, while it felt like an eternity that he was up, it was still dark out, and he was struggling to keep awake. He grabbed the glass of whiskey when Dustin was finished with it, and helped himself to a shot too.

"Fuck if I remember..." Dustin mumbled. He scratched his head with his furry finger, unsheathing his tiger claw just a bit to scratch. His ears flickered, and he sighed. "We aren't making any bets though. This can't be some normal kind of poker."

Kyle fell quiet momentarily. He looked up at Dustin, and then closed his eyes again. When he reopened them, he saw not Dustin across from him, but Mark, and with a wicked grin on his face. "Wait...what..." he spoke with a confused tone.

The equine Mark put down a royal flush, all hearts, right on the small table. "Well, looks like I win this hand." He was quick to pounce onto Kyle, and pin him on the bed with his hands on Kyle's wrists. "You're the second sexiest horse in this room, ready to finish your transformation?" Mark said with a grin.

Dustin closed his eyes just in time to see Berkley on the other side where Kyle once was. Berkley chuckled at Dustin, and just like with Mark, Berkley pinned down Dustin to the bed. Suddenly, Kyle and Mark were visible on the opposite side of the bed. All four of them were together in the same room. "You're a big bear tiger, but you sure as fuck don't think fully like me yet."

Kyle looked up at Mark. He felt wide awake, but only because he knew the truth that he had passed out. "This feels like something out of a damn horror movie." He felt the equine hands of Mark on his wrist, and no amount of struggling, despite Kyle's muscular horse frame, was able to lift him up.

Berkley and Mark turned towards each other with grins on each of their faces. "So, start with the earliest, and go most recent as we agreed upon." Berkley placed his head up against Dustin's own. Aside from the fur on their head, there was little in the way of actual hair. Dustin's green tiger marks met Berkley's own. "Some simple school memories to start with in your younger days..."

"What, you're not going to kiss him?" Mark asked with a chuckle. He turned back to Kyle. "And as for you, you haven't made a profile for me at all, we have to start fresh! Well, school is the best place to start anew..." he leaned down to Kyle, and pressed their heads together as well. "And the head is were all the knowledge and memories are stored."

"I'm not in love with myself like you are." Berkley replied back to Mark with a roll of his eyes. "I'll make him drink more whiskey though, hell you probably like the taste now, don't you Dustin?"

Dustin's eyes went hazy momentarily as the new memories were implanted. He knew such memories of being schooled were false, but at the same time, he couldn't remember what his days were like in school as a human either, much less his face. He had the memories of doing fairly well in school as Berkley too, not a straight A honor roll student, but very good in grades, and strength even in his young days.
He couldn't deny that whiskey tasted good. It wasn't enough for him to get addicted to the stuff, but it was good to drink, just like it was good to smoke. Despite his bear and tiger strength, he still couldn't get up from the Berkley that was on top of him. He felt strange down at his paws though. He looked down, and he noticed that the Berkley on top of him was not only mentally changing him, but also fusing with him. "G-get the fuck off!" Dustin shouted in a panic.

Kyle noticed that Dustin was panicking. He was quick to realize that, just like Berkley and Dustin, Mark and Kyle were physically fusing as well. Kyle was never fond of his days in school, but as for Mark's memories of school, he wasn't as bad. His grades were poor at first, at least until he started getting competitive about it, but even then he just did 'enough' to be the alpha of his class, not perfect grades, but they improved greatly over time. He didn't shout to Mark, he just tried to push the equine's face off of him.

"You don't want to be the Berkley you've always dreamt of?" Berkley chuckled down at Dustin. He pushed himself down farther, sinking his knees into Dustin. "Why don't we start off with you and Mark...meeting in a bar. You two get a little competitive, at first it's not in the fun way, but then you two start liking it. One thing leads to another, and now you're...well I don't have to say it at this point now do I?"

Dustin put his furry hand on the side of his head as his memories were changed repeatedly. He turned to Kyle, and stared at the two equines briefly. It took him a good minute to remember that the equine on the bed was Kyle, not Mark. "Drinking games are fine when you don't get drunk easily..." Dustin muttered.

"Drinking, arm wrestling...all sorts of little competitions..." Kyle added quietly. "All at first serious, then becoming just for fun..."

"And you'll say you win more of them." Mark let go of Kyle's wrists, and with one hand he held up Kyle's equine muzzle. His own body was halfway into Kyle's body. "It is all about YOU after all. Think...Zapp Brannigan from Futurama, except you have the intelligence to back up your good looks."

Dustin turned to Kyle. He knew Kyle was modest and humble, he remembered that about him, but at the same time, the more Berkley fell into Dustin's body, he could only recall Mark, and how much Mark loved to brag about the things he did, and especially how...endowed he was, granted he was a horse, and that was just part of the package of being a horse. "He's not that...uhn..." he thrashed his head from side to side, and let out an angrily growl.

"He's not that bad because he's a great kisser. Isn't that what you want to say, Berkley?" Berkley said to Dustin with a smirk. He put the palms of his furry hands on Dustin's own, and then they began to merge with the rest of their body. 

Dustin wanted to deny it, but it was becoming harder to do so. He knew not the memories of his school, but Berkley's schooling, not about his time in college, but Berkley becoming a psychiatrist, and not of his home state, but instead the state of Montana, where he lived with Mark happily.

Kyle knew little about his old life just as well. He knew Mark's time in school, and in college. Mark became, out of all things, a veterinarian, taking care of animals, not that he had any of his own, but it was easy for him to 'get a girl in bed with him' under such a study. He remembered living in Montana, meeting Berkley at a bar, and hitting it off. He remembered less and less of his old human self, already not knowing what he or Dustin even looked like. Kyle slammed his eyes shut, just as Mark's face fused with him, and then he felt the world around him go black. Silent, darkness, nothingness, Kyle could not feel, hear, smell, he could not do anything, and he could only imagine Dustin was in the exact same scenario. He mentally screamed to wake up, but to no avail.

Dustin closed his eyes, the same darkness that happened to Kyle also happened to Dustin. Only moments after he was met with darkness and silence though, he was able to open his eyes again, but he wasn't in the hotel.
Dustin was now in a log cabin. The sun shined through the window as it raised up into the sky and revealed a forest surrounding 3/4ths of the log cabin, while the last way was clear with a dirt road for travel. Snow littered the trees, ground, and the very bottom of the windows. A small television stood on the opposite wall of the bed, as did a small chair and bookshelf. On the bed was Dustin, and when Dustin turned to his side, he saw an equine. It took Dustin a moment to remember who this equine was though, but when he did, he just gently smiled down at the muscular horse.

Kyle was finally able to open his eyes, and he saw a smiling bear/tiger anthro looking down at him, a very tall muscular one at that. He stared up at the being briefly, but then slowly smiled. "Always got to look at me every morning? I know, I'm pretty sexy Berkley."

Dustin rolled his eyes and got off the large bed. "You're lucky you're sexy Mark." He stretched his tall body wearing simple blue pajamas covering his gut, and his legs. "Otherwise your ego would be worth shit." He couldn't help but think something was off though, but at the same time, he was filled with more happiness than he had ever felt in his life. It was hard not to smile with that big bear muzzle and wag his tiger tail.

"Oh go on about me being sexy." Kyle sat up wearing a red shirt and underwear, which did little to hide his bulge. "I mean really, go on." He got out of bed too, and he noticed something felt a little off, but he couldn't pinpoint it. He wasn't one to complain about what felt so off though, after all he was as happy as he had ever been. He had the perfect sexy body, all while living with a very handsome bear/tiger.

Dustin smiled at Kyle. "Heh, every morning with tha-" he paused. Memories of sleeping in the same bed and waking up together filled his mind. For a brief moment, he thought something was off about all of those memories, but he couldn't deny it. It was his memories. It was his mind.

Kyle tilted his head at Dustin. "Something wrong Berkley? My attractiveness never makes you lose your train of thought. That only happens with the horse girls. Not that I'd complain if it ever happened with you too, but I know you're pretty damn smart."

"I just..." Dustin crossed his arms as he stared at Kyle. "You ever feel as if...something doesn't feel right? Like...this is a damn good life and all, I love it, but something about what we're doing just feels off."

Kyle put a finger to his muzzle. "Something does feel off, like...something feels off about this morning." Kyle scratched his black mane, and then with a smirk, he looked at Dustin square in the eyes. "I know what's wrong about this morning. Something IS wrong." He suddenly grabbed Dustin and pressed his lips up against Dustin's own, giving him a long, loving kiss. During that kiss, any idea that Kyle thought of himself as Kyle faded. All that remained was Mark the equine, and he was very happy to be living with Berkley.

Dustin's eyes widened both in shock and awe at Mark's kiss. Only moments after, his shock faded. Why am I...surprised at this? He does this...every damn morning... He thought to himself. Any remaining thoughts of Dustin slowly faded away into nothingness, leaving nothing but Berkley, Berkley, the bear/tiger living happily with Mark, not quite married, Mark didn't like tying down the knot, but rather, as mates. Two alphas living together competing for fun during the day, and cuddling at night. It was a simple life, but Dustin...no, Berkley, wouldn't have it any other way.