Kyle sat in his room while he worked on his latest story on his computer. He adjusted his glasses, and glanced briefly to the television before he turned back to the screen. He wondered briefly, just how long he had been writing these stories for, and how long he had written about such fantastical worlds, and how many of them involved characters that 'belonged' to others, and characters that were his own. One character he created was named Myu.

Kyle had a fondness for Myu. Myu was a character that Kyle knew he could never be, but that sometimes he wished he was. Myu had things about her that Kyle would never have though, and could never have. 
One day he thought he could possibly have her behavior, but he would never have her magic. He had written stories about himself changing into her at times, and at times he wished such things would actually happen. Kyle knew there was many people that wanted to become their 'fursona' as they often named their characters, including one other person he had spoken with online on occasion. He opened up his messenger to talk to that other person, but before he typed anything, he minimized it and went back to his writing. "I have to get this done in time." He mumbled to himself.

Dustin was also on his own computer at the exact same time as Kyle. Unlike Kyle, Dustin was playing video games instead. He was a fan of strategy games, and that's exactly what he was doing. The thought of Berkley had occasionally popped into his head, but not often. He had to live his own life after all, although if someone were to offer to make him Berkley, he probably wouldn't turn it down. He had an image of the bear/tiger anthro as his desktop image too.

Just then, a message popped up on Dustin's screen. A simple 'Hello' appeared from a username called 'Mary' on it. Dustin wasn't normally sociable, although being social online was far easier than it was in real life. He paused the game, but rather than look at the message right away, he inspected the profile of the person that sent him the message. Normally he had never gotten messages from people unless he actually knew them or befriended them, and this person was a total stranger! He noticed the person lived in the exact same state he did, and while he didn't know the person, something about the profile picture of a cartoon anthro horse seemed...familiar.

'Just going to ignore your old friend trying to say hi to you?' Another message popped up on Dustin's screen. Dustin still had little idea who this woman was. He scratched his brown hair in confusion and adjusted his glasses before he responded 'Do I know you?' he really had no idea who this woman was. Part of him assumed that the woman was a bot just trying to send links to pornography of some sort.

'Wow, it has been a while hasn't it Dustin? It's me, your old childhood friend. Don't believe me?' The woman texted back, followed by naming the state Dustin lived in, and even his birthday, information he most never revealed online.

Dustin was a little afraid that the woman knew so much, even if she came off as friendly. He didn't remember any childhood friend named Mary, although he didn't remember a whole lot about his childhood in the first place. 'A little creepy you're claiming you know so much not going to lie' he texted back to her. He didn't want to tell her that what she said was true though. He had heard stories about how people's personal information was often sold online somehow, someway, usually through data breaches that went unreported for months.

'How about we take this somewhere public? It's a bit late tonight, but tomorrow afternoon you come to that donut shop near that strip mall? We can meet up and talk about old times in an open place face to face, maybe then you'll remember me?'

Dustin read the text, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He knew about the donut shop, it made some very good donuts after all. Still, he figured he had nothing to lose. He could sit there for a few minutes and eat some donuts while he waited for a person he assumed would never arrive. 'Fine, tomorrow at noon I'll head there for a bit.' He responded.

'Sounds good! Oh, they allow smoking too, so you can bring your favorite cigar. See you then!' the woman texted back before the conversation ended.

Dustin was still perplexed about the text messages, but he didn't think too much about it. He had his doubts anyone was going to show up at the donut shop tomorrow. Worst-case scenario though, he'd at least be able to buy himself some sweet treats for the next few days.

At the same time Dustin was getting his messages, Kyle got messages on his own computer, and as he read them, he scratched his head in confusion. He didn't have the best computer security, but he made sure that it was only friends, or at least trusted people that could contact him, yet this person sent Kyle a message calling him by his name, and asking how he liked living where he was currently living. He had told almost nobody online about such things, let alone this stranger.
'How do you know all of this about me?' he asked as he reread the message sent to him.

'Well I'm your twin sister. I have to know a lot about you!' a message read back.

Kyle felt as if he were tossed into some sort of horror movie. As far as he had been aware, he grew up an only child. He never had a twin sister of any sort. He remembered his baby book and the lack of anyone else in them. He could only assume the person on the other end was just trying to 'troll' him and treat his life as if it were some sort of game for entertainment, and that infuriated him.

After Kyle didn't respond to that, the person on the other end sent another message. 'Look, I know it's hard to believe. Why don't you meet me at that pizza place tomorrow and I can explain it to you with my own pictures?' She mentioned the pizza place that was near Kyle, the place that had buffets on occasion with plenty of pizza to be had.

Kyle looked at the description of the pizza place, and he let out a sigh. There was nothing to be lost except the cost of a buffet. He was a bit afraid about what the person's true intentions behind the screen were, but the person already knew so much about him. He figured he could take his cell phone and maybe record the conversation if things went south, assuming the person ever showed up in the first place. 'Fine, I'll be there right around five' he texted back to the person. He closed the texts, and went about the rest of his day as normal, although it was hard to get the person out of his head.

The rest of that day for Dustin and Kyle was uneventful. Both went about their day, went to work, came home, and eventually went to sleep so they could get up and go through what they expected to be just a mundane day with the exception of a little travel to meet someone they both doubted was real. The two of them talked to each other on occasion, but neither mentioned the mystery person that contacted the two of them. What point would there have been?

The next morning, Dustin awoke with a stretch and went about his routine of shower, shave, and breakfast. He checked his messages to see if that mystery person had contacted him again, or anyone for that matter, but not seeing anything, he let out a sigh and put on a fresh set of clothes. He put on a white shirt, a checkered black and red long sleeve over it with black jeans and his glasses. Once the appropriate time came, he drove off in his car to go to the donut shop. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but he could feel his heart pound in anticipation, and just a hint of fear. He arrived at the donut shop right around the time he said he would arrive, and made his way inside.

The interior of the donut shop had a few chairs and booths set up. The front half was almost surrounded by glass windows while the back half was solid with stone bricks. The shop was never truly meant for a place for people to hang out so there were usually never people that stuck around for very long. Just long enough to get their donuts. There wasn't even a line, just a single person sitting in a booth.
Dustin know that the lack of people waiting around in the donut shop would make it much easier to find the person named 'Mary', and a quick glance around, and he saw that one person sitting in the booths.

The person in the booths was a woman with a D cup chest. She had a purple shirt on with blue jeans as well as long brown hair and emerald green eyes. She also had a fairly large nose, but she was undeniably human. The woman glanced over to Dustin, and she gave a wave to him, and signaled him to come over to her.

Dustin wasn't sure what to think about the woman. Part of him thought she was unfamiliar, but another part of him, a part deep down, recognized her immediately. Her face, her nose, the deep emerald eyes, the woman had a familiarity that Dustin couldn't deny. He walked over to the booth she sat at, and took a seat on the opposite side. "Mary?" Dustin asked. "Is that really you?"

The woman smiled at Dustin. "Glad you remember me Dustin. Of course it's me. It's been quite some time, hasn't it?"

Dustin still found it hard to believe that this woman used to be his childhood friend. He barely remembered anything about her, although the moment he saw her face and heard her voice, there was definitely something about her that was familiar. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Sorry, I just..." he stammered, uncertain what to say.

"It's been awhile, as I just said." Mary replied with a chuckle. "You've changed quite a bit these past few years, haven’t you? You used to be so confident and sure about everything." Mary leaned her head onto her hands as she inspected Dustin with a smile.

Dustin felt a little embarrassed about being looked over by Mary. The more he was around her though, the more comfortable he felt about her for reasons he couldn't even fully explain why. He still had a lot of problems remembering her, but she knew so much about him, except of course how she described him. "Confident? Are you sure you have the right person?"

Mary let out a laugh. "You still got quite the dry sarcasm too! Hah. I know we talked with each other on social media a year or so ago, but it's nice to actually meet with you again in a physical way after all these years."

Now Dustin was sure that Mary had the wrong person. Dustin felt a sudden throb in his head though, as if he had just been hit with a massive headache, and then suddenly the throbbing sensation faded. He wasn't normally one to be on social media, but he used to have some apps on his phone. Suddenly Mary being a friend on those apps sounded...familiar. He had since long deleted those apps so he couldn't double check, but Mary on them sounded right. "Y-yeah, I know I switched states, and so did you." He remembered his state, but he didn't remember what state Mary moved to. "Man, it really has been a while hasn't it?"

Mary nodded. "Just as I said, hah, have you been keeping your...habits under control?"

Dustin was a bit confused by Mary's statement. He had a few habits, but none of them were incredibly dangerous, at least in the manner that Mary seemed to be indicating they would have been. "I'm not following."

"The fact you're smoking and drinking?" Mary tilted her head to the side. "Whiskey and cigars to my recollection, you sent me a picture of you drinking one. I'd pull it out but it's on my computer at home and not my phone. I mean, I understand you're not effected with cigars the way most people are, and it takes a TON of whiskey to get you drunk, but you're taking that stuff in moderation, right?"

Dustin knew Mary had to have been wrong about such things. Berkley smoked cigars and drank, not Dustin. Even when Berkley did any of that, he didn't do it THAT often. He smoked to relax, he drank to calm himself. He didn't do such things excessively, and those weren't his only characteristics or habits. "You're really starting to confuse me Mary." Dustin grimaced at her.

Mary grimaced right back at Dustin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I know you do a bunch of other things. Let's change the subject shall we? How's Kyle been?"

"Kyle?" Dustin definitely knew that name. He knew the person who wrote stories, but he often almost always seemed so busy nowadays. Sure they spoke once in a while, but not very often. "We're still in contact on occasion...why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason, I'm just going to meet him later today and I want to know what to expect. It's been quite some time since I've seen my twin brother." Mary stretched her arms casually.

Dustin had even more questions for Mary. He knew that Kyle and Dustin lived nowhere near close to each other, and unless Mary was going to fly over to him in the next few hours, meeting him today was tremendously unlikely. Plus, he didn't know that Kyle even had a twin, he never brought it up before, although he didn't talk too much about his personal life.

"I understand you have so many questions about me, and probably even more about Kyle and how he and I are related, but they'll all be answered in time." Mary pulled out a large brown cigar, and set it down on the table. "Go on, have a smoke, it'll help you think clearly."

Dustin looked down at the brown cigar with a gold line and circle placed in the center of it. He grabbed it with his index and middle finger, and picked it up. "But...the sign says..." he looked over to the window where smoking was discouraged in the doughnut shop, yet he couldn't see any sign like that anywhere suddenly, as if someone had just torn the sign down. Plus, nobody even looked at him oddly or told him not to do anything with the cigar. "I don't...I mean I shouldn't...smoking is supposed to be bad for you." Dustin's head was muddled. He felt a twinge of a headache form with all of the confusion he had.

"I don't know what kind of gibber jabber you're reading, but smoking in moderation isn't bad for you at all!" Mary couldn't help but let out a laugh. "You've GOT to do you're research. Next you'll tell me a full bottle of whiskey gets you drunk, and I know it doesn't, especially with the size of your body you can drink a ton and be just fine." Mary reached over and gave Dustin a quick hug. "Okay, listen, I got to get going, but I'll check up with you on occasion. Don't be a stranger!" Mary let go and walked out of the shop with a sway in her step.

Dustin held onto the cigar and watched Mary leave. He was ready to shout at her to stop and ask even more questions, but he was at a loss for what to ask. He looked down at the cigar, and then when he raised his head back up, Mary was nowhere to be seen. The woman had just vanished and left Dustin with all kinds of strange information and thoughts. Deep down, he had memories of her, but they were quite vague. Childhood memories were hard for many people to fully and completely recall. He glanced back down at the cigar with uncertainty, and pocketed it before he left.

Later on, Kyle arrived at the pizza place he had said he was going to go to earlier. He brought his phone with him, and a microphone set up, just in case he needed it. He didn't like to describe himself as paranoid, but he usually prepared for all kinds of situations, not that he knew what to expect here. He arrived early, helped himself to the buffet of pizza, and grabbed a seat in the booth with a soda while he waited. The pizza parlor was designed like a small restaurant complete with bar, and based on where Kyle sat, he could easily see anyone come in. He glanced briefly towards the glass doors whenever he heard the bell ring to indicate that someone had entered, but in truth he wasn't even entirely sure who he was looking for.

Just then, Mary entered with a small folder in her hands. She looked over at Kyle, and with a smile, she walked over right to his booth. "Hello there Kyle, it has been quite some time since we last saw each other haven't we? Do you even remember me?"

Kyle blinked with wide eyes at the woman. He couldn't see any resemblances between himself and this woman if the two really were related. He recalled her saying she was his twin sister, yet besides their skin color, there seemed to be no indication that the two were related. "I mean, you look familiar, but you don't look familiar in the sense that I remember being related to you." He replied, bluntly. He wasn't a very good conversationalist. "I even remember asking my mom about it and she said I was an only child for virtually all my life."

"I didn't think so." Mary took a seat on the other side of the booth, and opened up her folder. She tossed him a picture of two babies side by side. The picture was of two newborns with one in blue, and one in pink. "Mom didn't want to talk about me that much. It's something worthy of a novel, and I know you're into writing that kind of stuff, but let's take this one revelation at a time, starting with how I'm related to you."

Kyle took a look down at that picture. He saw his first and last name, as well as Mary's first name and last name. "So, what kind of proof do you have? I mean, photoshop is a thing, and neither your name, nor my name are uncommon." He had to admit, if Mary was faking it, the dedication was definitely there, although he wasn't sure why she'd be faking it to begin with. Kyle wasn't exactly rich or famous. There was little reason to people claim they were related to him unless they actually were, especially when meeting face to face.

Mary casually shrugged. "Do you know those websites that have family trees? You're on it. I mean, you were NOT an easy find granted. You don't have a social media account, you barely reveal your name to anyone, let alone your FIRST name, and you're not even in the white pages." Mary took out another sheet of paper and showed Kyle the printout. "Take a look, compare it to your own family tree if you must, if you know where it is."

Kyle glanced at the family tree and saw Mary's name next to his own. He saw his brother, his mom, his dad, and he watched as that tree spread outwards to familiar names. Maybe she's serious. He thought to himself. Nobody would have tried this hard to convince him that they were related to him, especially when there was almost nothing special about him. "Okay, maybe you are related. I find it hard to believe you're a twin, we look almost nothing alike, but sure, let's say I believe you. What do you want from me?"

Mary chuckled. "You're so distrusting of people. I suppose I can't blame you for that considering the things I've heard." Mary let out a soft sigh. "Look, I don't want money, I don't want to crash at your place, and I don't need nor do I want anything physically from you in general. I just want to discuss a few things with my twin brother. Where things go after that? We'll see."

Kyle was still skeptical, but he let her talk. "Okay...what did you want to talk about?"

"I just want to talk about you, me, and our competitive nature for each other that we used to have. It was so incredibly brief, but I can't help but notice it seems you've lost your edge. You're no longer as competitive as you once were." Mary leaned her head onto her hands. "Why is that? Are you doing okay?"

Kyle wasn't sure what Mary meant by that. Competitiveness wasn't really much in his nature to begin with. Even when he was young, well he played games with kids but the nature about competing with them and winning just wasn't really there. Even in school he never felt an urge to be better than others. "Excuse me?"

Mary held up a slice of pizza. "Like, eating, how many slices did you eat? I bet I can eat more slices than you can!" Mary grinned at Kyle as she started to eat slice after slice of pizza, not fast enough to win any food eating competition, but quicker than an average person would have munched on the hot stuff.

Kyle watched Mary eat the slices away. Deep down, something burned within him that told him that he should prove to her that he could eat more. Something within him wanted to prove that he was better than her, but such desires were small enough to ignore. He reminded himself that humans were often competitive over the most trivial of things, and he could ignore such urges. "I'm not...I mean...it's a buffet. There's going to be more pizza eventually. Besides, I don't exactly want to eat so much that I end up getting sick, all because of a silly 'I bet' thing." He normally didn't say his opinion about such things out loud, but something about Mary made him feel different in ways he couldn't explain.

Mary finished up the slices of pizza in her mouth with an audible gulp. "Mph...Alright, fine, I can't expect to change you in one day, but I'm going to bring him out in you, whether you like it or not." She wiped off her mouth and stood up. "By the way, Myu will see you very soon." With that, Mary walked off. Once she walked beyond the glass doors and out of his sight, she seemingly vanished.

Kyle was about to tell her to wait. He knew Myu was a character of his, but he had never told anyone about it, at least offline he never had. The connection between him and Myu were far enough that his friends and relatives couldn't have known about her. Once she was gone though, he looked down at the rest of the pizza on the table. With a small sigh, he ate away. "I can eat a lot more than you can. You had like a third the pizza, I can eat a whole one on my own." He mumbled to himself.

Later that day both Dustin and Kyle were back at home doing their own things. Mary hadn't changed their routine very much.
Dustin however, held onto the cigar that Mary had given him earlier. He had never smoked once in his life, yet he had felt more tempted than ever now. He knew how terrible and bad smoking was for a person though. He wished he knew why he was tempted now more than ever. He took the cigar out, and put it next to his computer, but even as he worked at his computer, he glanced periodically at his desk, finding it harder and harder to ignore. Dustin decided to send a message to Kyle. He didn't mention the cigar in it though, he just wanted to check up on how he was doing. 'Hey Kyle, how goes it today?'

Kyle's computer suddenly let out a ding as he got a message from Dustin. The two communicated on occasion and it was expected, so he just casually replied back. 'Doing fine. Just had a weird day today is all.' He replied.

'Tell me about it. I had this woman tell me she was my childhood friend and she gave me this cigar and everything, and I don't even smoke! I never have, yet she's telling me that I have. Like, I'm not Berkley, I don't smoke!' Dustin felt just a hint of anger as he sent the message. The anger wasn't directed towards Kyle, but rather the woman that told him habits he knew weren't true.

'I mean, if you wanted to be more like Berkley, you could XP' Kyle texted back to Dustin, the hint of sarcasm was clear with the emotion that Kyle used at the very end.

Dustin rolled his eyes at the comment. Kyle was a bit witty and sarcastic to say the least as he knew him. He looked down at the cigar, and picked it up. He twirled the cigar around as if he were inspecting a piece of meat. Part of him wanted to assume that the woman may have laced it with something, but he couldn't explain why someone would have it out for him. If they wanted to drug him, they would have done so at the shop, and they would have gotten nothing out of offing him either. 'I'm nothing like Berkley.' He was about to type Dustin, but he corrected himself. He scratched the back of his head and just dismissed it as a typical error.

'Yeah, just like I'm nothing like Myu or Mark.' Kyle wasn't sure why he even bothered to add Mark. He had made a story about changing into him before, but it was a character that was hardly fleshed out. He had been working on making him more, but he hadn't really gotten too far designing the character that well. He had made Mark competitive to Berkley, he remembered that. The two would often compete in friendly competitions, and sometimes a bit more serious ones too. A lot else about Mark, he wasn't sure about though.

'I wouldn't say you aren't anything like them. I bet you get competitive sometimes like Mark does.' Dustin said back, although it was just as clear as when Kyle teased Dustin that Dustin was teasing him.

Kyle rolled his eyes. 'There was more to Mark than being competitive!' He was about to type more, but he wasn't sure what else to type. It had been quite a while. He tried to recall his personality, but he had to look back at the story to pull it up. "Competitive and thinking he's better at everyone and a bit on the arrogant side." Kyle said to himself. Yeah, that doesn't describe me in the least. Although Kyle could tell the character still wasn't THAT well developed. He could definitely work on him more.

'Well, tell me more about him. I remember you didn't want him to have a personality like you or Myu so you went with arrogant and self-centered, the kind of person that competes a bunch and then blames their loss on everything except themselves.' Dustin was definitely teasing at that point, but he was having fun with it.

Kyle rolled his eyes again. 'Okay, enough about Mark. I'm about as much Mark as you are about as much Berkley. Berkley would smoke a cigar if offered, and I know you wouldn't.' he didn't even realize how on the nose he was about that statement. 'Anyways, I have to head off, it's getting late. I'll be back on tomorrow.'

'Have a good night. Hope I can talk to you more tomorrow.' Dustin texted Kyle before he closed the message window. He then picked up the cigar, picked up a lighter, and put the cigar right to his lips. He was just about to light it before he caught himself in the act, and slowly set the cigar back down. The heck am I doing? He thought to himself. He shook his head before he shut down the computer. He must have been more tired than he thought.

The night for the two of them went about as normal as any other night would have been. Both had thoughts of the woman that came to them, and while there seemed to be nothing magical about that woman that came to them, there was undeniably an oddity about her. Whether it was when Dustin was offered a cigar, or the name Myu was brought up to Kyle, both of them knew there was something about the woman that was flat out abnormal.

Dustin awoke the next day with a grimace. His throat felt scratchy and he just needed to grab a drink. He reached out to the nightstand right beside him, and drank the first thing that he could get his hands on. His eyes were still closed, so he couldn't quite see what he grabbed, but he knew it was some sort of drinking bottle. The moment the taste from the liquid inside the bottle touched his tongue however, his eyes shot open and he pulled the drink away. He let the golden liquid spill onto his body before he turned the bottle upright, and stared at the drink. "Whiskey?" he asked in a rough deep tone thanks to the soreness of his throat. 
Dustin had many questions about how whiskey was even in his room to begin with. He wasn't a heavy drinker, let alone a drinker at all, plus he lived alone so he had no idea who could have even placed such a thing there. Dustin sat up, and he heard his back pop several times as he did. "The fuck happened last night?" He mumbled. He rubbed his head, and then glanced to the clock. "Ugh..." he didn't have time to think on what went on. He had to get right to work.

Kyle awoke later in the day with a short stretch. His own back popped a few times, but not nearly as much as Dustin's had. Kyle hopped off of the bed, and grabbed himself some breakfast. Unlike Dustin, Kyle didn't have to work that day, but he did work on the computer. He figured a quick bite to eat, and then he'd get right to work. Today however, his body felt full of adrenaline. He couldn't quite explain why he felt so full of energy, but before he went to work on the computer, he figured he could clean up the house. "Bet I can clean up the place better than anyone else here can." He mumbled to himself, which just felt as if it was enough to motivate him more.

Dustin's work day went about as normal as any other. His clothing felt tighter than before, but he didn't think too much of it, nor did he think too much about how taller he felt. He thought it was a side effect from the whiskey. Dustin almost never drank, so he could have gotten drunk easily. He probably shouldn't have even driven, but he didn't drink that much whiskey, at least that's what Dustin told himself. He didn't 'feel' drunk, but there were definitely things that felt so different that he assumed that he had a buzz of some sort, but it continued throughout the day. After a long day, he came back home, took off his clothes, and helped himself to a hot shower.

Kyle cleaned up the house as best as he could before he worked on his computer doing some writing. He wrote for commission, and sometimes for fun. He paced himself though, he made sure not to write so much that he got worn out, nor did he always write about sexual scenes, although such scenes probably would have earned him more money, at least he figured they would have.
Once Kyle finished his writing for the day, he decided to play some video games. Kyle was a fan of one game that was horror and PVP, although he wasn't a huge fan of the PVP aspect, he found the game fun sometimes. As Kyle started playing the game though, he got more and more into the PVP aspect of the game. It wasn't even always about 'winning', it could have just been as much as wrecking the game of a person that he thought was being rude to him. He didn't even second guess his behavior and just passed it off as something people did, as he knew that in this particular game, people would often behave just as poorly towards him when he just wanted to have fun, so he may as well return the favor.

Dustin stepped out of his shower after what felt like quite some time. He looked at a full length mirror in the bathroom and noticed his back was quite hairy, but he was a guy, it was only natural for a male to have a lot of body hair, although even he had to admit that this was an unusually large amount. He didn't think too much about it though. He dried himself off, put on some new clothes, albeit still tight for his form, and then he went back into his room and grabbed the cigar at his computer screen. He then put the end tip right into his mouth before he realized what he was doing again. He continued to hold onto the cigar, but he didn't remove it from his mouth. His eyes trailed down it as his lips tasted the salty earthly taste of the cigar. God..I am becoming Berkley, aren't I? He thought to himself. Then again, he also thought that Berkley was just something that he thought of, it was natural for him to be at least a little bit Berkley in terms of mindset, although he didn't remember his habits.

Dustin then remembered what Mary had told him earlier, about how he used to smoke and drink. His memories were fuzzy, but for some strange reason, it just felt right. He never did it in excess, but it was enough to be noticeable. "I guess," he grabbed a lighter which had a picture of a pitch black tiger with red stripes on it. "One puff can't hurt." he wasn't even sure where the lighter came from, but questioning where the lighter appeared from was the least of his concerns. Dustin lit up the cigar, and he took a puff.

Dustin then quickly turned his head to the side, and coughed repeatedly, and hard. His memories told him he must have been familiar with that cigar in some way, yet he smoked as if he hadn't done so in a single day of his life! He barely had time to even feel the cigar flow through his system before he had coughed so excessively that he cried tears and almost dropped the cigar onto the carpeted floor beneath him. He managed to recover, and then he grimaced at the cigar. He would have put it out in an ash tray, if he had one, but without one he just walked into the bathroom again, rinsed it to put it out, and tossed it into the trash once it was cool enough. "Fuck it." He mumbled, and then went about the rest of his day until he had to go to bed once more.

Kyle played some more games before he called it a night, at least with the games. He opened up a word document and decided he should work more on his characters though, specifically Mark. He had intended on making a video game at some point, and he wanted more 'original characters' as one might have called them, and while Myu was definitely good for a villain, he needed more to the game than just her. He already had Mark's personality down as competitive and arrogant, something that he felt as if he himself expressed to a T today, although there wasn't much else he remembered about him. He didn't have favorite foods, drinks, sure he remembered describing him as a black muscular horse, but there wasn't too much else that came to his mind about Mark that rang out as unique, at least compared to Myu.
"Now that I think about it, I don't even think Myu has a favorite food either." He said to himself with a chuckle. He tried to recall more about Mark, and the more he thought about him, the more he thought about a prettyboy intelligent pony, and that's what he wrote down. Kyle noted that Mark was the kind of horse that was intelligent, and muscular, although not overly so in either way, just enough in both ways to be above average by human standards. 
A look at his profile and one might make him out to be a 'Mary Sue' kind of character, although that was also one of Mark's flaws. He was the kind of person that thought he could get what he wanted with his looks and brain, yet it was never that easy. "Almost like the exact opposite of me." Kyle said to himself with a soft chuckle. "You know what? Why don't we just go ahead and do that. He's quick to anger, and he likes Hawaiian pizza. Two things I myself hate." The more Kyle worked on Mark, the more full of confidence Kyle felt. "He's the kind of character that is self-centered, but not overly so." He didn't know how much of Mark he had worked out entirely before, but he figured that characters could also change as time went on. No characters were single-dimensional. Characters evolved, transformed, sometimes literally so. So long as the main idea of the character was still there, their personality and main traits, they would still be identifiable, and relatable by a few people, although Kyle swore he was nothing like Mark. "I don't know what he'll do in his free time...although I guess playing PVP games would definitely be something he would do if he's competitive, but not just that either, competing with friends too, friends like...like Berkley."
Once Kyle figured he had typed enough about Mark that he was satisfied, he decided to call it a night himself. He'd spend his night doing other things, and then he'd go to bed just like Dustin.

Dustin awoke the next day with another yawn, and a smack of his lips. The inside of his mouth felt dry, but as he remembered yesterday, he was far more hesitant to reach out to grab the nearest thing to drink. Dustin decided to sit up instead, but as he did, his back popped several times. He felt a brief sense of vertigo, but he assumed that was just because he stood up too fast.

Dustin looked down at himself, and he blinked a few times. He wore the same clothing he did as before, but the clothing looked bigger on him than he remembered. In fact, he himself looked bigger than he recalled. With a sigh, he laid back down in bed, but then he realized that his very feet could feel the end of the bed, something Dustin knew didn't happen before. He pulled himself out of bed after that, and then looked down at his body. He could tell he was filled with more muscle and fat than before, and the idea of Berkley immediately came to his mind.

Of course you're becoming Berkley. That one woman changed a LOT about you! He thought to himself, unsure of where his thoughts came from, but he knew they were very much his own. You're becoming BETTER. Enjoy it! Grab yourself breakfast and then a smoke after! You don't work today, don't worry about it! Dustin's thoughts continued. His heart pounded heavily in his slightly muscular chest as he held the side of his head, and grimaced. "No...It's just...it's just a silly fantasy." Although the idea of becoming Berkley made Dustin feel incredibly aroused. He had to do something to get the edge off, and he had an idea, after breakfast of course.

Kyle awoke shortly after Dustin did. Kyle normally awoke fairly late during the day, but today he was up earlier for reasons he couldn't quite figure out. He stretched his arms and legs before he got out of bed. His body wasn't quite changed like Dustin's own, although he scratched his hair that he swore felt long, not that long hair was abnormal, although a very fast growth was pretty strange. He paid no attention to it though, and grabbed some cereal, and then after breakfast he helped himself to a shower. Just as Kyle took off his shirt and underwear though, he paused at the mirror above his bathroom sink and noticed his skin looked a little off. He didn't have pitch black skin, but his skin was definitely a sickly gray. It still looked like a human, just one that was probably ill. "Hm..." Kyle rubbed his skin momentarily. Physically he felt fine, although he knew that, whenever he got sick, he tended to look the part before he actually became ill. He figured he'd have to watch what he did today. He stepped into the shower with a mental shrug, and let the hot water wash over his body.

Kyle rinsed and lathered up his body, although as he did, he couldn't help but notice that his own shaft felt...different. A quick glance down at it confirmed that it indeed looked bigger than he remembered. His feet were also a sickly color, darker compared to the rest of his body. He remembered Mary, and how Mary mentioned Myu. Kyle knew he couldn't have been becoming Myu though. Transformation was impossible, at least Kyle assumed. Still, there was definitely something different about his body, and something about his home in general. Kyle swore he didn't live by himself, yet here he was. Kyle scratched the top of his head as he tried to remember what job he even had, but he couldn't recall for the life of him. "Ugh...maybe not becoming Myu, but someone else?" Kyle thought about Mark, the other equine OC he had made, and how his skin with its grayish color could have come off as changing to a black hide that Mark had. "He's not magical, but he would be better than me regardless." He said to himself with a sigh. He imagined himself becoming a big strong equine, and his own cock pulsed to life slowly. He had to sate it somehow, and he had an idea how to do that. He stopped his shower, dried off, put on new clothes, and went to his computer.

Dustin opened up his messenger app and speak with Kyle. It was almost perfection in how the two timed it as they both got on the computer at the same time. "Hey Kyle, I know this is a little out of the blue, but do you maybe want to do something? It's been a while." He didn't want to add on that he was aroused, and the idea of envisioning himself becoming Berkley just felt almost needed at that point.

Kyle was about to type in a similar message when he saw the one from Dustin appear. Man, what kind of timing is this? We're almost never in sync like this. Kyle thought to himself. "Oh yeah. Are you thinking about wanting to be Berkley again?" he asked. It wasn't that Kyle was a mind reader, it was just a roleplay they did sometimes.

Dustin chuckled as he read the message. "If you don't mind, and I can make you into Mark." He sent the message before he even realized that he had meant to type 'Myu' instead. He was ready to correct it, but before he had the chance, he noticed the text that indicated Kyle was typing back.

"Mark? Well, sure thing. Let's just get right into it then."

As the two began their roleplay, both of them stroked their shafts on their own ends of their computer with one hand, while typing with the other. Their roleplays didn't always have to be sexual, but today the two just felt in sync to do something like that. Kyle was the more assertive one when it came down to the sexual nature. He didn't make out Mark to be a nympho, but he noted that when Mark wanted something from someone else, he was definitely going to try to get it, especially when it revolved around something sexual in nature and Berkley. 
The kind of sex was more around cuddling, but with hints of stroking and teasing, a kind of foreplay a couple might do, but it was enough to get the both of them off.

As Dustin came from the roleplay, even he was a bit surprised at the turn it took to be more sexual than he made it out to be. Berkley wasn't always about such things, he was a much more complicated character, though once he orgasmed, he cleaned himself up, and then he helped himself to a cigar. He casually lit a nearby brown cigar, took a breath, and gently exhaled with only a slight cough. "Mph...Fuck yes." Dustin mumbled to himself. A nice relaxing time was just what he needed.
Mentally, he realized what he was doing was wrong. He didn't even know where the cigar came from! He couldn't help himself though. It felt too good not to do it.

Kyle cleaned up himself as well after his orgasm, and once done, he grabbed a small blue device, turned it on, and took a puff himself. It was only after he did that, and he was given the taste of sweet blueberries, he released that it wasn't a cigar, but it was a vape instead. Kyle had heard about all of the downsides of vaping, and all of the issues it could bring about. He pulled the device away, and stared at it curiously. He knew he had never purchased such a thing, and he definitely knew that nobody that he lived with owned one either, although as he recalled, he lived alone, which was also something that just didn't feel right. "...what the heck is going on here?" he asked himself.

Kyle was about to send Dustin a message in regards to the vape. It didn't kill off the emotion, heck it made him feel much better, but he refrained. He knew there was something strange going on around him, and about him. His hair was definitely longer than he remembered, and he had a strange sense of...egotism that he hadn't had before. It wasn't like Myu's egotism. Myu often didn't want to be around people. Mark however, liked being around people. Mark was the nearly opposite of Kyle in many regards, including social behavior. "Am I...really becoming Mark?" he asked himself.

Dustin himself realized exactly what he was doing once he finished smoking the cigar. He put it out in an ashtray he swore wasn't there before, and then he stared down at his hand. He could see muscles in his arm, and while they weren't overly strong, they were definitely powerful. "Am I...really becoming Berkley?" he asked himself, the very moment Kyle asked himself if he was becoming Mark.
What if you are? Berkley is SO much better than Dustin. You'll be so happier as Berkley anyways. His mind told him. He continued to think that it was true. He had roleplayed becoming Berkley so much, it was a dream of his. To actually live such a dream made him feel happy in so many ways that he couldn't explain, but at the same time, he was afraid about what he might become. "I guess..." he said, unsure about his own thoughts.

Berkley wouldn't guess. Berkley would be sure. So be confident! Be strong! Be Berkley! Dustin mentally rolled his eyes at how his own thoughts gave him a lecture, but it had a point. "We'll see." He doubted himself, but at the same time, there were many things he couldn't explain. He looked at his other arm and noticed more muscles too, and then down at his body he saw even more. He thought he was just seeing things, but that didn't explain the whiskey, nor the ash tray, and as he went to bed, it also didn't explain how his bed felt so small. He thought to himself that he was either going crazy, or he really was becoming Berkley. As much as he fantasized becoming that bear/tiger anthro, he still wished he could have at least a say in it. "We'll just see...we'll see what tomorrow brings." He said with a yawn, and a crack of his jaw before he went to bed.

Kyle went to bed himself, and as he laid in bed, he couldn't help but picture Mark in his head. He had designed Mark to be almost the complete opposite compared to Kyle. Where Kyle was quiet, Mark was loud. Where Kyle hated one thing, Mark probably liked it. He wasn't so different as to be annoying to everyone, but Mark was definitely the kind of person to want attention, where Kyle would prefer to avoid it. That wasn't to say that Mark was a troublemaker, because Kyle wasn't, but Mark probably did a few things as a kid and teenager. Things normal kids would have done where Kyle wouldn't have. He still couldn't get Mark out of his head, and the more he thought about him, the more he thought about himself. Would becoming him truly be a bad thing? He's probably so much better than I am...heck he IS better... He thought to himself. With a slight sigh, he closed his eyes, and drifted off.

During their sleep, both Dustin and Kyle experienced more changes, physically and mentally. The changes were more intense than last night as the two of them had, if even partially, accepted Berkley and Mark being superior to their own forms. 
Dustin's body grew larger and bulkier. Not quite as big as Berkley, but his spine cracked as he grew 6'5 in height. He was anything but lanky though as he grew proportionately. A light dusting of brown fur covered much of his body in the front, while on his back, sides, and arms he had brown fur with green stripes. If it wasn't obvious that he was transforming before, then it definitely was now. His nails were still visible, but they turned pitch black and grew sharp.

Kyle's own body grew, but not quite as tall as Dustin. His skin was already a sickly gray, and now it took on an even darker color, an inhuman, but not entirely, black with just a hint of white. His feet hardened and cracked in his sleep as they formed into hooves, and the hair on his head grew down to form a half-mane. His fingernails blackened, but they didn't become sharp. Along with more muscles on his body, his shaft also swelled in size, as well as his balls, something a horse, especially horse anthros, were infamous for having was a very well developed sex drive.

Dustin awoke the next morning and scratched his head. He paused as his nails just suddenly felt so sharp, but he was also lacking an intense amount of hair on his head. He could still feel something up there, but as if he had already known about it, his hand stroked down his back and felt the same kind of sensation that was on his head. "Fur?" he said in a gruff tough voice. He pulled himself out of bed, but as he did so, he felt incredibly heavy. He didn't feel so heavy that he couldn't stand, but his body just didn't feel right at all. He made his way into the bathroom to look in the mirror, and he froze at his reflection. The hair on his head had shed and replaced by dusty brown fur, the same kind of fur that almost covered his body entirely, except with the green stripes. He didn't look entirely human, but at the same time he wasn't quite an anthro either. "What the fuck? Okay I really AM becoming Berkley." Dustin wished he could have shown fear, or even felt it, but as he looked in the mirror, he saw a gruff face of indifference. He looked as if he were a bit mad, but he knew he wasn't. He remembered how he had wanted Berkley to be, and while he didn't have any bear or tiger traits besides the fur, he could tell what was happening. "Great...fucking...what do I do about this?"

Maybe you should tell Kyle. He lives right next door after all. His thoughts told him. He knew that must have been wrong. The two of them lived in completely different states. Yet, once he got dressed in clothing that seemed similar to clothes Dustin would wear, yet were much bigger, he went outside from the living room door. He was greeted with an apartment interior, and a door right across from him with number '319' on it, the number where he just knew, as wrong and off as it was, that Kyle lived there. With a face showing an expression he couldn't change, he pounded on the door with his fist.

Kyle awoke from his bed at the sound of the pounding. He immediately told himself that it must have been Dustin, but as he told himself that mentally, he wondered how it could have even have been Dustin. "The fuck..." Kyle didn't even pay any attention to his surroundings, nor did he bother to change clothes first. In his pajamas consisting of a gray shirt and gray sweatpants, he walked to the door and opened it up. Sure enough, he saw Dustin's chest covered by a shirt. "Uhn...I have many questions, just so you know." Kyle said groggily. 

"Yeah well, they're the exact same questions I fucking have." Dustin walked into Kyle's apartment, and took a seat on one side of the couch. "We're not supposed to be living nearly this close to each other; I'm not supposed to be big and...I'm assuming this is fucking fur, and you're not supposed to be almost totally black in color, so what the fuck is going on?"

Kyle looked down at his hands and saw just how black they were. A normal person would not have obtained the skin color he had without paint, or severe burns, and the color was consistent throughout much of his body with the exception of some white spots. He was at odds about how to answer. Kyle wouldn't know, Mark wouldn't know, but Mark would probably have a theory he'd want to share. "The woman that I saw probably did this to me, and if you saw her, she probably did it to you too. You're definitely becoming big boy bear Berkley, and I'm becoming marvelous Mark." He didn't mean to be 'that' open to complement their end forms, but he couldn't help himself. "We're still not fully changed though."

"And we're not where Berkley would live either. Fucking hell, I need a cigar." Dustin sat on Kyle's couch with a light groan. "This shit is confusing...I know where I lived yesterday."

"Hey, I'm pretty sure I wasn't living on my own too." Kyle pulled out two cigars and offered one to Dustin. He helped himself to one, and lit them both up. His mind yelled at him how he was never a smoker before, but he ignored it. He took a breath of the earthly taste of the cigar, and exhaled as if he had been smoking the stuff for years. "I guess, if that woman was Myu, this would be probably...a little more than the halfway point for us."

Dustin puffed the cigar as if he had done it just as long as Kyle had. He let out a light cough, but besides that, there was little indication that he had never smoked. "So what's the plan? We want to trace down that woman? Think there'd be any fucking trace of her left?" Dustin rubbed his head with his free hand. He didn't have a headache, but it just felt so hard to keep to referring himself as Dustin. He also felt a lot of fur on his head as he rubbed.

Kyle stood up with the cigar in his mouth. He could feel as if his own mouth and nose were pulling outwards, as if on a slow stretch. "I don't know." He stretched his own arms and legs, though unaware to his own mind, he was doing a pose with his changed body, and muscles, and right in front of Dustin too. "Knowing her, she leaves virtually no evidence. We'll get camera feed in a few place about her leaving where we were, and then she'll just vanish is my guess. Plus we're probably not even in the same states as we were yesterday."
Kyle continued to stretch, though each stretch was just another pose.

Dustin watched Kyle posing. He wasn't sure if Kyle was even aware of it. Dustin coughed a bit more with the cigar, and then he stood up. Dustin walked over to Kyle, and grabbed his shoulders from behind. "Do you even know what you're doing?" he said in a gruff deep voice. He sounded annoyed, but he wasn't. 

Kyle paused in his flexing. He turned his head to Dustin with a look of confusion in his blue eyes, his eyes that were one of the few things unchanged from his body. "Stretching, my body feels kind of like it just needs it." He hated to admit it, but Dustin's thick powerful hands on him felt relaxing too.

Dustin's hands gently gripped Kyle's shoulders, and then released. His hands caressed Kyle's arms up and down with gentle squeezes. Each squeeze felt just a bit harder as Kyle's arms grew more muscular in Dustin's grasp. "What about this? This feel relaxing?" He wasn't even sure why he was doing it. His mind screamed at him to stop, but the part of him that wanted to stop was the inferior part of him, the part that faded the more Dustin gave in to Berkley's wants and needs.

Kyle slowly turned to Dustin. Deep down he felt embarrassed to be given a massage. He looked over Dustin's form, including Dustin's eyes, which had an explosion of blue in his irises. He swore Dustin wore glasses, but he didn't have them on today. "A little..." Kyle said quietly. His own hands massaged Dustin's chest and stomach. As Kyle rubbed Dustin, Dustin's stomach grew outwards, and his chest grew more and more muscular.

Dustin let out a deep inhuman growl filled with arousal. He could feel his shaft pulse lightly between his legs as both Kyle and he grew bigger and stronger. Dustin's muscles were definitely bigger than Kyle's, and he was heavier just as well. "I could do this all day..." he knew he shouldn't have, he knew he should have resisted, but it was just too good. The Berkley in him wanted it, and the Dustin in him loved it, even if it was so embarrassing for him.

Where Dustin definitely had the muscles, and a bit of a gut, Kyle's muscles were more compact. Dustin had him in strength and height though. Kyle's hands reached down and he gave Dustin's rear a gentle squeeze. "We should go to more places than just our chest if we're going to do that." he could feel his own arousal build, and Kyle knew how wrong it was. He didn't discriminate, but Kyle was straight and he knew it, although the longer he spent with the big muscular furry creature that Dustin was becoming, the more he questioned his own sexuality.

Dustin's hands reached down to Kyle's rear, but he paused before he squeezed. "Does this...is this right?" Dustin asked aloud with his deep gruff voice. He felt so confused. He thought about second-guessing himself, but he had to second-guess how he wasn't second-guessing in the first place.

Kyle had to think about Dustin's question with his hands still on Dustin's rear. He thought it didn't feel right, but he couldn't figure out what did. "I don't know...does this?" he suddenly leaned in, and gently kissed Dustin right on the lips. The kiss was quick, and when Kyle pulled back, he could feel as if their own mouths wanted to stay connected, unaware that their muzzles had grown out a few inches in their own ways. Kyle's muzzle was flatter and more equine, while Dustin's was sharper like a tiger's. 

Dustin wasn't even sure how to respond. He kissed back, and when Kyle pulled away, he was ready to move with his head and make it last, but he refrained. He felt at odds with himself. Part of him wanted to kiss and nuzzle and cuddle with this human turning horse, the other part of him knew how wrong it was. He should have been worried about their new home, and their new location, but he just couldn't be. His own head told him how inferior his old thoughts were and how he should get rid of any of those weak thoughts and leave only Berkley. "I don't know..." Dustin pulled Kyle back to the couch. He took a seat on the couch, and pulled Kyle to his lap. The two felt like equals, but Dustin definitely had the size advantage. "Maybe we can just...just sit here for a little bit, together."

Kyle felt his heart pound heavily and rapidly in his chest. Sitting felt as if it was the last thing he needed to do, but he felt better around Dustin. He didn't feel safer per say, but he definitely felt happier around the big creature that looked more bear/tiger anthro than human. "Maybe...just a little." He said with a hint of doubt in his voice.

Dustin heard Kyle's doubts. Dustin's own head was filled with doubt, but it felt as if it were being washed away bit by bit, like water eroding away a rock after years, and each time water crashed onto the rock, it just left a bit more of an impact, and left Dustin feeling more sure of himself, and confident. "Now, is that the way Mark would say it? He would be absolutely certain, just like I would." He said in a gruff tone, as if he were truly Berkley. Dustin felt so good to just give in and lose his weaker self to his growing better. 

Kyle stared at Dustin with wide eyes shortly. Dustin would never say such things. Kyle thought to himself. Then again, he could tell that based on Dustin's eyes and the exploding blue color Dustin's eyes had that Dustin was no longer truly himself, but becoming something bigger, stronger, and better, just like Kyle. "Yeah, he would." Kyle said with a normal tone in his voice. He sounded more sure, but not entirely positive. "He wouldn't mind just sitting here either." Kyle's hide covered hands stroked Dustin's strong back and he felt his short brown fur with green stripes. "Watching some television of course." He added with a chuckle. He grabbed the remote, and turned on television. He changed the channel to shows about people cooking and competing against each other. One of Mark's favorite kinds of programs to watch was people not just competing, but competing in strange ways, such as cooking.

It felt like the rest of both Dustin's and Kyle's day was spent just watching television with Kyle in Dustin's lap. Kyle thought that Dustin probably would not have minded the other way around, though Dustin's form was rather large for him to do such a thing.
Occasionally one of them, or both of them got up to eat or drink something, but they always returned to the same position afterwards with Kyle in Dustin's lap, one arm around Dustin, and the two just relaxed.

"If only we could do things like this more often." Dustin said with a deep gruff tone as he grabbed himself a small glass of whiskey and helped himself. He wasn't even sure where the whiskey came from, but he wasn't going to question things anymore.

"Well, maybe if we give in to our superior selves." Kyle suggested. The air around them was smoky with their cigars and had an earthly scent. The two strong beings were clearly happy though. "After all..." Kyle's hands gently squeezed Dustin's muscular broad shoulders. "I don't think your old human form was as big as this."

Dustin would have grimaced had he the capability. As it was, his face looked neutral. He could feel a tail behind him sway happy with the thoughts though, and he didn't even feel panicked over the appendage. "Hm...If you're positive about this." He didn't seem to express concern or doubt about it himself. The longer he stayed with Kyle, and the more powerful he felt himself becoming, as well as Kyle, the more he enjoyed it and wanted it too, but he saw Kyle as a partner. He would only commit such things if Kyle wanted to as well.

Kyle nodded his head. He felt his own tail that had grown while the two were together. Where Dustin had a long slim tiger tail, Kyle had a short black horse one. Kyle's hands explored Dustin's strong sides, and his front where he had a gut, but also a lot of muscle. "I do. I've never been more certain of anything before in my life." He gave Dustin a kiss square on his lips.

Dustin could feel his already changed muzzle change more during the kiss. His face already had the look of a bear/tiger anthro, but the more he kissed Kyle, the more it changed, and he could tell Kyle was changing too. Their very heads were virtually unidentifiable from what they used to be. Dustin's hair was gone and replaced entirely by fur. His ears were pointed and sharp, though very soft to the touch, and also almost at the top of his head. He could almost sense that he had the power to change Kyle, and Kyle had the power to change him, and it was something he did not object towards. Dustin pulled back after a brief moment with a wicked grin. "Well then, we're already so changed, let's just take care of the finishing touches."

Kyle hopped off Dustin. He wanted to spread his arms and legs, but his mind made him do another flex in front of Dustin instead. "Heh, okay. You want to finish off my changes first, or shall I do yours?" From head to toe, the two already looked so different, but Kyle wanted them to pay attention to every detail about their bodies, just to make sure from head to toe, or hoof in Kyle's case, that they were changed fully and not a trace of their weak old forms were left.

Dustin was ready to change the two of them at the same time. Once Kyle stood up, he stood up after. He still felt a small sense of vertigo with his newfound height, but he loved being taller than so many other people. He wasn't just taller, he was stronger too. "You wouldn't take no for an answer if your changes weren't finished first I know. So undress, and let's see what we have to work with." Dustin wasn't even sure how much of his mind was his own. He talked and thought so much like Berkley now. He was well aware Dustin would never suggest for Kyle to just undress, but Berkley would love to see such things, especially considering Kyle's current form.

"Only if you do it right after me." Kyle's own thoughts were barely his original ones. The thought of undressing in front of someone, let alone the creature that Dustin was becoming would have been intimidating and embarrassing for him, but now he felt none of that. He felt excitement, happiness, and arousal. Kyle took off his clothes to reveal his form was far more anthro equine than it was human. His feet were changed into hooves and his legs were sleek and muscular covered with black hide. He had his horse tail, though his crotch was also covered with hide it was one of the least changed compared to the rest of his body. His shaft, while no doubt larger, looked off compared to the rest of his horse form. His torso, arms, and even his head was covered in equine hide, his hair was brighter than his hide, though the nails on his hands were as black as his hooves. He had feathering on his arms and ankles too. He was a pretty boy pony as Berkley might best describe him. "What do you think?"

"I suppose, though you didn't even wait for me to answer. I also think you're almost a perfect damn sexy horse." Dustin tossed his own clothes aside to show the brown fur that covered his body, complete with green stripes on his back and arms. He still had his black fingernails, but they looked as if they were halfway buried underneath his fur, even his toenails appeared to be the same way. Also like Kyle, his shaft was larger, but it didn't seem to match his big tall muscular body.

Kyle rubbed the bottom of his changed equine chin "Heh, what can I say, I knew you weren't going to say no." He wasn't sure how much of his old self was left, much less how much he wanted left. Kyle walked around Dustin's strong, powerful body, and chuckled. "You look SO much better, so much sexier." He walked back to the front of Dustin, and grabbed his strong hands. "But we can improve that." his fingers wrapped around Dustin's own, and one by one, he pushed Dustin's black claws into his fingers. His nails vanished from sight, although Dustin could take them out at any time as retractable claws. The same changes happened to Dustin's pawed feet as Kyle changed his hands.

"I thought I was changing you first." Dustin flexed his hands with a chuckle. "Or are you referring to changing the...last part of us?" Dustin felt a minor twinge in his head, a hint of doubt, and a remainder of his old self. "And I don't mean our minds." He added. It just felt so right to give in to Berkley, he couldn't stop.

"You know what I mean." Kyle pressed his strong body up against Dustin's. The two physically looked almost exactly like Berkley and Mark. Dustin's eyes still had hints of their old eye color, though Kyle's was the same blue, as Mark also had blue eyes. "You know EXACTLY what change I'm talking about." Kyle's black strong muscular body rubbed against Dustin's. Dustin definitely had him in muscles and size when compared side to side, but he could feel that the two competed in various things, often for fun.

"Yes, one of the few things you beat me, at least in terms of size." Dustin's tail wrapped around Kyle's half-erect shaft. Dustin barely had his tail for very long, but he knew how to use it like an expert. He stroked the tail around Kyle's cock, and with each stroke, Kyle's shaft grew bigger and larger. One of Dustin's hands went to Kyle's balls and gently massaged them, and caused them to grow bigger as well.

"Hey, horses are supposed to beat almost any species in size down there." Kyle teased with a chuckle. He found it hard to refer to himself as his old human name, and then he thought to himself why should he even bother. He wasn't human anymore; he was something far superior to that. He was now a strong muscular horse named Mark. He watched as his shaft grew with Dustin's massage, and the tip of his shaft flattened. His cock grew well over two feet long, but not quite at three. His balls tripled in size and he was definitely both well endowed, and fertile enough to impregnate most women he could cum in, even most birth control methods would be rendered useless against how fertile he was, not that it would impact Dustin.

"No argument here." Dustin's hands felt the pulsing in Kyle's shaft. He chuckled as his furry hand brushed Kyle's orange sized balls, and stroked up his shaft slowly. "Now that I've done you though, it's your turn to do me, and I DON'T mean with your cock because I know that's what you're going to say." Dustin couldn't call himself Dustin anymore either. He was truly Berkley. Dustin would have never approved of what he was doing now, at least in reality Dustin definitely wouldn't have.

"I wasn't going to say that." Mark said, although it was obvious he was lying and the two of them knew it. With Mark's shaft changed, and his body completely that of an equine anthro pretty boy pony, Mark leaned down and stroked Berkley's shaft, growing both the balls, and his shaft. Berkley's shaft was a combination of a bear's, with a tiger's barbs on it as well. While not as big as Mark's, it was definitely of an impressive size. Normally, Kyle wouldn't have been aroused by such things, but Mark? Mark was very much into men just as much as he was women.

"Sure you weren't." Berkley said with a deep growl and a hint of a chuckle as he felt his body finish changing. There was virtually no trace of his human body left, the version he considered to be inferior. He took a deep breath and was greeted with the scent of the cigar smell in the air. "Mph...fuck..."

"Fuck? If you insist." Mark teased. His hands stroked up Berkley's new finished grown enlarged cock, and then up his gut, and then his muscles. Berkley no doubt weighed much, much more than Dustin, but a lot of that was pure muscle.

Berkley rolled his eyes at Mark. He knew Mark was into innuendos. "Shut up and kiss me." Berkley leaned down and kissed the horse on the lips once more.

Mark didn't hesitate to kiss back. The two were finished transforming physically, and mentally, although there was one more change for them to be had before their transformation was truly complete.

The rest of the day was spent at Mark's apartment. The two barely spent any time studying the layout of his room for the two of them could almost sense that there was another change that they had to go through. Sure, living out on their own was nice, but there was one more thing that was missing that made them a perfect couple, one thing that would make their lives truly happy, and while neither of them said it aloud, they knew it. The rest of the day was spent sitting, cuddling, eating, and in short doing things that a couple would do together. Words didn't need to be exchanged between the pair, they were truly happy.

That night, Berkley and Mark went to sleep in Mark's bed together dressed up in fuzzy pajamas.

Kyle's mind changed fully and completely into that of the egotistical Mark's. Kyle was still there, but what was left of his inferior human thoughts were long gone. All that remained were the physical and mental form of the pretty boy pony Mark.

The same thing happened with Dustin to Berkley. Dustin's old humanity was gone. The only thing left was a big bear/tiger Berkley.

 Both Berkley and Mark awoke the next morning, not in apartments, but in Berkley's cabin.

The cabin had a rustic feel to it. There was electricity and enough things to keep the pair entertained and cozy on the inside, as well as their own separate cars parked outside in the snowy mountainous region. The two of them smiled softly at each other, and gave a soft kiss on the lips. Their old lives were gone, and now they could begin anew, a happy life together in a perfect new home, with their perfect new bodies.