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What do I even bring?” He asked on and on, each question bouncing more opportunities for Asher to grow impatient.\n\n“Clothes.” She said, examining the white dirty blonde. “And get out of that outfit.” She commanded, pointing dismissively at his shorts. “They look torn.”\n\nRiver looked toward his bedroom, dreading the thought of packing some clothes for whatever Asher had planned. She picked up on his concerned glance, and put a hand to his shoulder.\n\n“I’ll help you out.”\n\n“Thanks.” River answered weakly.\n\nThe two spent an hour or so in his bedroom, River looking through what of his clothes weren’t dirty, or good enough for an adventure, and Asher with walking around his bedroom like a messy minefield.\n\n“What are we doing?” He asked, folding a pink shirt into a small duffle bag. Nearly full of clothes, he took the last shirt as a sign that he was packed, and zipped the bag shut.\n\nRiver put the leather strap carrier over his shoulder, now wearing a clean gray jacket and white sweatpants.\n\nAsher mumbled inaudibly, picking off the last of the dirty clothing on the floor, and combining it into the large pile of things River needed to wash.\n\n“Milo’s gonna explain.” She said, holding her arm out at the bedroom door, presenting the exit to River.\n\nHe looked at her in confusion. “Milo? Hold on, how many of us are there?” He held onto the leather strap a little tighter.\n\n“I’’m not saying a thing.”\n\nRiver and Asher stared at each other in silence. Each passing second was as dreadful as the answer given, River looked into Asher’s half-shut eyes, as if starting a staring contest.\n\n“We’re going yet?” She asked, the latter half of her sentence coming out like a disgruntled child not getting what they’d want.\n\nWithout a word, River left the bedroom, and Asher followed. The duo exited the apartment, and Asher led the way down the spiral stairs, reaching the bottom floor.\n\n“So, how… are you?” River spoke up, looking to stop the silence the two were in during their journey. Asher didn’t respond, instead, she kept walking with her head held high.\n\n“Okay.” She said, grabbing the door handle for the apartment building. “And you sure as hell will be.” She tossed it open, revealing a set of stairs down, and a red car parked out front.\n\n“Where’s Milo driving us?” River asked, walking down the steps, Asher trailing behind him. “Ask him.” She said.\n\nThe left car window moved down slowly, revealing the brunette driver in a blue sweater, Milo. He had a dumb smile on his face, the kind you make while taking a family photo.\n\n“Hey… River.” He said, waving his left hand. River waved back with a resting frown, looking back to Asher who was eyeing him down. “What’s going on?” River asked, coming closer to the window.\n\n“So, basically… I rented out a cabin. In the woods, yeah? And- well, uh… I wanted to-” He took in a deep breath, quite a lot for a soft spoken person, and continued his speech.\n\n“D-do you want to come and stay? Away from… uh, the city?”\n\nAsher walked up, and stood to River’s side. “What’s it gonna be?” She asked with a sly smirk, her arm resting on the roof of the car, presenting its raw build to River, as if a threat.\n\nRiver held onto his duffle bag tightly, thinking for a moment. “...Yeah. Okay. I could use some time out in nature, beats sitting in bed all week.” He said with a smile.\n\nAsher flashed a wide grin at Milo.\n\n“You- er… You can sit in the back.” Milo said, looking forward.\n\nRiver frowned again. “I can’t stay in the front?”\n\n“I’m taking shotgun.” Asher said, already inside the front seat to the right of the car. Milo blinked in confusion, dumbfounded by her speed. River opened the left car door, got inside, and shuffled his way into the middle, holding an arm on the left driver seat to keep his position between the front duo.\n\nAsher put on a mixtape to keep the car ride from dulling them out, as Milo took them out of town, and along the countryside. Passing blurs of nature, trees, and a large lake, before River knew it, they were at their destination.\n\nMilo quickly got out of the car first, Asher following suit as second. River made his way through the right door, rather than the left. He scanned his surroundings, a thin lush forest with the wooden cabin standing out just before his eyes.\n\nSitting on a wooden bench suspended by two chains, was Bailey. His slim legs crossed like a person meditating absent-mindedly. He was wearing a baggy black shirt, the sleeves far surpassing his hands. As well as dark gray booty shorts. He didn’t seem to have any shoes on.\n\n“Bailey!” Asher shouted, her voice waking the blue-haired man from his trance. “River’s here.” She said, gesturing to the newest cabin member. Bailey’s tired expression quickly morphed into a sneer, ready to tear into the fresh meat.\n\n“Riv, Riv, Riv.” He said over and over, getting off the bench and leaning forward on the front railings of the cabin porch. Milo rolled his eyes, avoiding interaction.\n\n“Bailey, please.” River said, groaning.\n\n“What?” He asked, still holding a smug look. He raised an eyebrow at Asher, as she entered the cabin with Milo, leaving him and River to their interaction.\n\nRiver shook his head, and walked up the steps on the porch, approaching the front door of the cabin. “I’m really not in the mood for your comments.” He said, reaching for the doorknob.\n\nBailey’s idle smile moved into a grin, as he fired back. “I’m sure your ex wasn’t in the mood either.”\n\n“BAILEY.” Asher’s voice boomed from behind the lanky man, standing at the front of an open window. Bailey nearly fell right over the railing from the sudden outburst.\n\n“Fine.” He mumbled.\n\nWith one last disapproving glance, River took notice of a strange collar Bailey had been wearing and entered the cabin. The door quickly shut itself, nearly thundering in sound. Observing his surroundings, River saw Milo sitting on a couch with a cooking book in hand.\n\nRiver approached the couch, standing just behind the brunette. “Hey, Milo, what are you doing?” River asked, reading into one of the open pages, detailing some kind of mountain soup.\n\n“I’m… uh- Well, just-” He stopped talking, spotting Asher walking back into view from scolding Bailey. “You wanna start now?” She asked, gesturing into the kitchen to the left of the room, the oak door wide open.\n\n“I- We… You- Let’s, uhm… tell everyone that- That River’s here.” He said, shutting the book and putting it on the couch cushions as he stood up suddenly.\n\n“Oh, yeah. River, pretty much everyone’s here.” Asher said, chiming with Milo’s statement. She scoffed. “Even Willow.”\n\n“You… mean Snowflake?” Milo interjected.\n\n“Bitch really nicknamed herself what she is.” Asher said without skipping a beat. She crossed her arms, standing in front of Milo.\n\nRiver cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to swerve the subject somewhere else. “I… just, why is everyone here? I thought this was gonna be some kind of break from the city, not a group hangout.”\n\nMilo raised a finger, beginning to talk, but Asher interrupted with her comment. “What’s better than a new place than being with the people you love?”\n\n“Well, uh… I-I don’t think… Bailey was a good… idea.” Milo said, craning his head over to the front door of the cabin.\n\nAsher forced a wide smile, as she slowly turned her head to River’s view. “Just don’t have me near Miss. Bloated.” She said through her teeth, as connected as a glue trap.\n\n“Uh… sure. I’ll remember that.” River said.\n\nAsher walked up to the kitchen door, leaning into the door frame. “We cookin’ yet, Milo?” She asked, resting her back in the middle of the doorway.\n\nMilo picked off the cooking book on the sofa, and gave River one last look, and then approached the waiting redhead.\n\n“Wait…” Milo said, suddenly pausing.\n\nAsher’s eyes narrowed. “What?”\n\n“The collars.” He said, shuffling in his walk to a small shelf by the front door, a small box sitting atop alone.\n\n“You brought a pet?” River asked, leaning in to view the collars inside the box, only three present, as well as some kind of plushie. River pulled it out, and examined it.\n\nA strange rabbit-like plushie. Dark fur, with a faint orange ring on its thighs, shoulders, and one on the center of its forehead. Its ears were tipped with light pink, and a second layer of orange, like a rocket lollipop. Its vulpine tail followed the same pattern.\n\n“Oh, is this one of those Pokémon dolls?”\n\nMilo picked out the collars from the box. “An… er… Umbreon.” He said, examining the gemstones on each collar, one had a faint aquamarine color, and the other two, a fiery orange.\n\n“Can I have it back?” He asked, holding his other hand out for the Umbreon plushie. River obliged, putting the four-legged standing plush in Milo’s hand. Milo then put it back up on the shelf.\n\n“Can I go see the others?” River asked, turning to face Asher, still watching the two with a look that can only be described as a child waiting for a mother to finish talking to a friend.\n\n“I think Daisy’s in the garden. Ethan might be upstairs, and you already know where Bailey is.” She said in a monotone voice, flashing a glance at Milo every now and again.\n\n“Right.”\n\nMilo put the empty box beside the plushie, and walked off beside Asher. “There’s also… Dawn. And Zeke.” He said, putting a hand to his head as he tried to remember.\n\nRiver paid no attention to Milo, his thoughts elsewhere.\n\nAsher grumbled. “Anything else, or can we cook now?”\n\n“What are the collars for?” River interrupted, done with his thoughts.\n\n“Well, uh…” Milo began, stammering on and on. Asher rolled her eyes, giving River a tired look as Milo continued. “...they’re- uh… for- You… well, we…”\n\nAsher began mumbling inaudibly, then finally let out a hard sigh.\n\n“Christ, Milo, can I just say it?”\n\nMilo gave her a weak smile, and offered the collars in his hand to her. She picked them off, and looked back to River. “Milo wants us to wear this for some reason.”\n\nRiver furrowed his brows. “What?”\n\n“Trust me, I don’t get it either. Something about spiritual cleansing, whatever his yoga talk is.”\n\nAsher paused her speech, thinking.\n\n“But… I think Bailey’s wearing his already.”\n\n“Could’ve fooled me with it just being his outfit.” River chimed.\n\nAsher raised her hand out to River, the three collars dangling between her wide-open fingers. “Whatever, just take one.”\n\nHe took the faint aquamarine collar.\n\n“I really need to wear this?”\n\nAsher looked back to Milo, smiling with a dopey look.\n\n“Looks like it.”\n\nJoining the end of the madness, she clipped one of the fiery red gemstone collars around her neck. “You taking your poison, Milo?”\n\nShe dropped the last collar in his hand.\n\nMilo looked back at the Pokémon plushie on the shelf, as he unclipped his collar, and wore it. Against Asher’s clear dissonance, Milo approached the shelf again, and took the Umbreon off.\n\n“We could use a little… uh… chef.” He said with a cheery tone, looking into the plushie’s orange eyes.\n\nAsher turned her head like a confused dog. “Yeah, can we go now?” She began tapping her fingers on her hip.\n\nRiver could tell she was growing impatient, and took a step back. “I’m just gonna… go now.” He said, speeding off to a stairwell to the right of the room, leading up into a thin wooden hallway. A few empty shelves laid on the walls, as well as a wide cabinet drawer in the middle of the passage.\n\nThe faint noise of a TV came from the end of the hallway, and uninterested in hearing any more sound, he went through the first door he could find, which just so happened to be a study.\n\nAn endless pile of knowledge on each shelf, he helped himself to the quiet room. The door creaked, and shut by itself, presumably the gravity.\n\nHe approached a small chaise couch, obscured in his view by a large curtain drape. He stumbled back, horrified. “Snowflake?!”\n\nA tall white woman laid across the couch, head on one end, legs hanging off the other. She looked to be asleep, her blonde hair covering most of her face. River noticed a collar around her neck, with a light blue gemstone in its circular center.\n\nHe slowly extended his palm, holding it just inches off her nose. Yeah, she was sleeping alright. River took his hand back, and began debating on what to do. He looked to an empty desk with a seat, and sat down, taking a random book from a nearby shelf.\n\nBack downstairs, Milo and Asher entered the kitchen. Asher tied her long ponytail into a smaller one, avoiding any hazards in the cooking. Milo propped his book on a small shelf to the left of the gas oven, and the Umbreon plushie on a window sill.\n\nMilo peered out of the window, watching Daisy tending to a small garden of carrots and tomatoes. A calming activity, interrupted by the sudden appearance of Zeke in the window.\n\n“MILO!” He shouted, gripping his hands onto the metal bars of the window. Milo jumped back, wide-eyed at the sudden jumpscare his friend had given him.\n\n“W-what?”\n\n“Did you invite my professor?!”\n\nMilo blinked his eyes one after the other, processing what Zeke had just said to him. “...What?” He asked again, putting the pieces together. Asher saw the two in their strange interaction, and stood by Milo to understand what was happening.\n\n“What’s got your dick in a twist, Zee?” She asked.\n\nZeke took in a hard breath of air. “I heard my professor’s voice, and its BIG dick to you.” He poked an arm through the empty space of the window’s bars.\n\n“River’s… a… professor?” Milo asked, looking to Asher.\n\n“Started a few months ago, I think.” She said.\n\nZeke scoffed. “He nearly failed me because ‘I didn’t write my assignment’, I just had some lousy robot do it.”\n\nAsher formed a smug smile while folding her arms. “Sounds like you deserved it.” She unfolded her arms, putting a hand over the window’s blinds. “Now go fuck Daisy or something.”\n\nThe blinds came down, obscuring the view of the black-haired jock’s angry expression. He took his arm back, and walked off.\n\nAsher sighed, looking over to Milo, brandishing a small kitchen knife over some carrots on the counter. He quickly adjusted the blinds, covering the Umbreon plushie, now aimed to look directly at him and Asher.\n\nAsher poked the Umbreon plushie in its left eye. “Hey, sorry if I’ve been an ass.” She took out a large pot from a cabinet, and set it into the sink, filling it with water ever so slowly. “Just annoyed that this soup’s not gonna get done by nine now.”\n\nMilo met Asher’s eyes, as he cut the carrots. “It’s… okay.” He said, the blade gliding over the carrot in seconds, expertly cut. Milo yelped, feeling the knife slice into his finger. “AGH!”\n\n“Woah there.” Asher said, swiping the knife out of Milo’s hand. “Keep your hand away from the carrots, we can’t contaminate them. I’ll find some bandages in the bathroom for you.”\n\nAsher left the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.\n\nMilo looked around the kitchen for a seat of some kind, but saw nothing. Making use of his surroundings, he sat on the kitchen counter, just a few feet away from the gas stove. He held his injured finger in his closed fist, and shut off the kitchen sink.\n\nHe looked back to the Umbreon plushie, and reached out to it. Holding it in his non-bloody hand, he felt its light and wooly texture. Much like everyone else, it wore a collar, with a purple gemstone.\n\nMilo hesitated for a moment, looking around wearily, and then tapped its gem. A faint clicking noise came, and the gemstone glowed in a dim lighting, similar to a mini LED flashlight.\n\nHe took off his collar, and put it down beside him.\n\nAs if on cue, Asher came back into the kitchen, holding a small first-aid kit, nearly looking like a toy from how large her hands were. Milo quickly sat the Umbreon plushie back on the window sill, with a weak smell of lavender coming out of it.\n\nShe slowly walked into the room sluggishly, socked feet sliding across the wooden flooring in a hard manner. “Alright, give me your hand.” She said, holding her left hand over her head.\n\n“Are you… okay?” Milo asked, watching Asher visibly sweat.\n\nHer collar grew dimly as she began rubbing her forehead. “Yeah… I’m just… feeling really hot right now. Christ.” She got down on her knees, letting her legs point out onto the floor, resting her back against the counter wall.\n\nMilo awkwardly watched her take off her white jacket, swearing it’s because of the heat of the moment. She kicked off her joggers, down to her blue sports bra, and black boxer briefs.\n\nAsher took her hand off her forehead, and reached out to Milo’s leg, her hot grasp on his cold skin shocking both of them. She lightly tugged at it. “Help me out here..” She said, her voice trailing to a hush.\n\n“W-what do you want me to do?” He asked, bringing a hand over her iron grasp on his leg. He wanted to pry it off, but he knew her strength would outmatch his own.\n\n“Just… cool me down.” She said, tugging on his leg again, and sending him down, falling onto her lap. “You’re… so cold.” She said, continuing to rub around his legs.\n\nMilo took off his blue sweater and white tank top, allowing the small bit of air circulating from the window to make him shiver. Mixed with Asher’s spicy touch, Milo was in a blissful mixture of hot and cold. Left to his brown khaki shorts, Asher glided her warmth around Milo’s chilly skin.\n\nAsher leaned in, kissing Milo on the lips, and pulled him further down onto her, his face smothering her breasts. “Augh! Too cold!” She shouted, pulling him out of her chest, her strength loosening, but his body light.\n\nHer skin was turning from a light white to a darker orange, ears more pointed, and eyes glossing over into dark beads. Similarly, Milo’s turned into a more beige brown, ears and eyes just the same as hers.\n\nA popping noise came from Milo, to which they both spotted the sight of a small bushy tail, light brown, with a white tip. Asher tried to move, but her legs wouldn’t budge. She tried to look at them, but her body wouldn’t obey any of her movements.\n\nA stabbing pain came from beneath her, and out flew a tail, looking like a furious yellow flame. Asher’s view quickly became obstructed by growing fur around her neck, the same color as her new limb.\n\nHer body was still encapsulated in that burning sensation, with all this new fur, she had little consideration for modesty, and tried to flail around for any kind of movement. But her body was static, as if completely disconnected from her. With a puffing sensation, her clothes tore off, the growing fur covering her up.\n\nMilo was flustered, and looked away, his view quickly covered by his own fur growing in, a familiar white around his neck, much like his tail’s tip. Milo tried to cover his eyes, but was surprised by the sight of his hands, looking like woolen stumps.\n\nHis shorts were torn from the pop of the tail, and began falling off his shrinking body. Able to match Asher’s height to her neck, he was about as tall as a child now. Milo tried to move, do anything, but the only action his body allowed was complying with the changes, which was to do nothing.\n\nAsher’s nose turned wet and dark, protruding from her face, as if someone were stretching it out. She had grown a pointed muzzle, with Milo joining a similar, but less pointed look.\n\nHer limbs began to lose feature, like her fingers turning into stumps, arms and legs becoming far more bendable. Her body began shrinking, down to the size of the Umbreon plushie.\n\nMilo shrunk down just the same.\n\nOn the kitchen’s floor was a Flareon plushie with a collar, an unopened first-aid kit, and an Eevee plushie. Both in mindless bliss. With torn clothing around them, it’s up to the mind of whoever sees the situation to know what happened.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie began moving, shifting its plush limbs into more of a feral house cat. It looked down from the counter to spot its new toys. With seven more to go, it got behind the blinds of the window, and hopped down, reaching the garden Daisy was tending to. In its wake, was a scent that could only be described as lavender. But what that scent did, can only be witnessed.\n\nDaisy was sitting on a small wooden bench, tugging at her green gemstone collar. While it wasn’t comfortable to wear, it was especially atrocious in the middle of such hard labor.\n\nZeke barely let her handle a thing alone, constantly taking away her tools and doing what she’d have wanted, in the claim that she’s “not strong enough” for it, or how “this is a man’s job”.\n\nThere was the sporty Zeke, trying to plow a small field of dirt, in all the wrong ways. Daisy explained many times how incorrect his stance was, or how he should be holding the rake, but all he heard were complaints, and out the other ear they went.\n\n“Hey, Daisy.” He called out, holding the rake’s end into the earth, standing like a signpost. Zeke looked winded, holding an arm over his chest. “You feeling hot too?”\n\n“The sun’s pretty bright right now.” She said dismissively, holding a hand over her eyes as she looked to the blue sky. It was beautiful, with a few clouds forming to look like anything you could imagine them to. Daisy could almost-\n\n“UGH!” Zeke groaned loudly, slipping off his white t-shirt, allowing his chiseled abs to be up front and center in Daisy’s view, as well as his yellow gemstone collar, faintly glowing.\n\nShe made a sly “hmm” sound, and looked away.\n\n“Hey… what? Not enough for ya?” He pleaded, walking away from the rake, and sitting down beside the black-haired girl. Her overalls still muddy from another dispute, he poked at her red-sleeved shirt.\n\n“Your shirt’s gonna get dirty leaving it there.” She said, swatting his hand away from her. Zeke closed the space between the two by sitting closer, and then brought his face to hers.\n\n“I think I want us to get dirty.” He quipped back, bringing a hand to her cheek. Daisy gave him a tired glare, but held back from starting anything else. While they were in their own devices, the Umbreon plushie crawled by, hiding beneath the bench, still spreading its lavender scent in its path.\n\nDaisy sighed. “Fine.” She let out, taking off one of her overall’s straps. Zeke helped, taking the other down, helping her in undressing from her gardening outfit.\n\nShe slipped out of the piece of clothing, her red sleeved shirt more free, and revealing her green jeans. Zeke made a dumb smile as he attempted to pull down his black jeans, before realizing he had to undo his belt.\n\n“I heard someone’s coming today.” Daisy said, attempting some small talk. Zeke wasn’t paying attention, standing up to undo the tight metal grasp around his waist. In one quick snapping motion, his pants slipped down, belt still in hand.\n\n“Real charming.” She said, a face view of ass. Zeke’s choice in underwear with jockstraps always led to full moons such as this. Zeke stifled a laugh, still coming out of his nose in a hard snort, a few yellow furs sprouted among his face as he did.\n\nZeke’s mouth opened wide with loud bellowing laughter. “I sure am.” He said, putting on a sly expression, trying to teasingly strip-tease his jockstrap to Daisy.\n\n“Really taking your time to show off your small dick.”\n\nZeke paused his motion, hands still on the straps nearly being taken off. “Hey.” He said in a disgruntled tone. “It ain’t.”\n\n“Mhm…” Daisy answered, shaking off her jeans to reveal her red panties. Unaware to her, the collar around her neck began glowing faintly. Her ears turned pointed like an elf's. She took off her sleeved shirt, her bare skin now exposed as well as her blue bra.\n\nZeke got on his knees, moving one and the other in an awkward walking motion as he made his way to Daisy on the bench. He “stood” just a few feet away from her, head nearly between her ankles. He reached his hands out to her.\n\nDaisy kicked her discarded clothes under the bench, shoving the camping Umbreon plushie out. It seemed aggravated by her action, and crawled back under the bench, slashing at Daisy from underneath.\n\n“AGH!” She shouted, kicking her feet up into the air, one of which landed right in Zeke’s face, giving him a good whack. “OW!” He moaned, grasping his hands over his nose.\n\nDaisy shot a glance under the bench, and saw nothing but the clothes. “Something scratched me.” She grumbled.\n\n“Probably a nail on the crummy bench.” Zeke commented, letting go of his nose. It wasn’t bleeding, but it sure took a hard swing. “You giving head today, or?”\n\nDaisy got up from the bench, taking off her bra. “I’m down for something else.” She said, slipping her now cut panties off, and taking Zeke’s hand. She led him to a smaller forest area, secluded from the view of anyone who would see their public activity. The only way anyone would know about what they’d done would be to have heard it, or be there themselves.\n\nZeke’s cocky smile and leering eye movements were all Daisy had to know to tell he was enjoying the moment. Now in a small grassy grove, the two found a secluded area with bushes surrounding them for their special activity.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie had slowly followed them throughout their journey, as if wishing nothing more than to bear witness to the two love bird’s intentions.\n\nZeke let go of Daisy’s hand, and playfully pushed her into the ground. She grabbed his arm as she fell, bringing him down with her. Daisy knelt over Zeke as he laid in the grass.\n\n“We should’ve brought a towel.” Daisy said.\n\n“You can just sit on me.” Zeke assured her.\n\n“Bottoming again? Really?”\n\n“Ay, I’ll make it up to you with a nice dinner night.”\n\nDaisy rolled her eyes, the pupils a hazel brown, and the sclera turning into a similar shade. Her ears grew longer, faintly taking the appearance of leaves.\n\nZeke’s small nose bumped forward, looking like a cat muzzle. His chin lightly followed suit in the change, his face looking quite unnatural. His eyes had turned dark, with the pupils white.\n\nUnlike Daisy’s leaf-like ears, Zeke’s ears took the form of lightning, with the outer-edge being yellow, and the inside of the ears being a mixture of midnight black, and indigo violet.\n\nZeke finally slipped off his jockstrap, letting his tiny manhood pulse out. He certainly wasn’t a shower, but that wouldn’t stop him from seducing his rather uninterested lover. As she sat on his crotch, he grinded against her slit, allowing for it to eventually slip in one fast motion.\n\nHe began bouncing his legs up and down, bumping Daisy’s back with his thighs. Daisy held to his hips tightly, like a rodeo bull desperately hoping to launch its rider. Her tailbone ached in all the motion, extending out and forming into a tail taking the same visual style of a greening leaf.\n\nZeke began breathing heavily, panting like a wet dog after jumping into a pool. Each bounce brought him closer to climax. He let his arms sink to the ground, focusing his energy on his lower body.\n\nA burning sensation took over him as he continued his rapid thrusting, like fire burning through wood, or lightning striking a conductor. His skin ached, blistering in a new patch of yellow fur, rapidly taking over his body.\n\nDaisy was going through the same experience, but rather, her fur took a lighter-green visual. Her eyes were fully shut, synching with the active motion Zeke had her in. Her nose grew out a faint bridge, a similar cat-like muzzle to Zeke’s.\n\nHer arms hung limp, feeling like cotton, she could no longer hold Zeke's hips, and so, she let go. She didn't even question how she wasn't falling off, as Zeke had stopped thrusting already.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie watched as Zeke continued to pant, his triangular-jagged tail poking out from beneath him, brushing underneath and flopping out to Daisy’s backside.\n\nTheir collars stopped glowing, the faint light extracting to a dull gray. It looked like their transformation was done, but they weren't fully plushies yet.\n\nDaisy fell off Zeke, landing onto the grass with little rebound. There was little noise to be made. Only a faint crack from the vegetation being affected by the collision.\n\nZeke stared at the sky, unable to move. His cocky grin stuck to his new sewn-on face, his eyes vacant of any thought, as glossy as they were.\n\nThe Umbreon walked closer to its new plushies, a Jolteon, and a Leafeon, to be collected for the box. Venturing back and forth from the area of transformation, and the box of collars, it left the two lovers inside.\n\nIt entered the kitchen, and picked off the indecisive Eevee plush, and the Flareon plush, putting them in the same box as the rest. And then, it climbed the stairs, searching for its next targets.\n\nThe hallway was large and wide from its perspective, but it followed the way noise came. Reaching a nearly-shut door, it entered a small room with a large couch in front of a TV screen. Lounging on the couch was Ethan, holding Dawn tightly as she laid ahead of him. They both wore collars just as everyone else, the same purple gemstone prominent in the middle of the leather.\n\nThe TV was the only form of light in the room, hardly illuminating Ethan’s dark skin, as Dawn sat forward to reflect her lighter white skin. She had pink shorts on, a yellow sweat shirt, and blue-brim glasses. While it was difficult to make out, Ethan had black boxers on, and a red T-shirt.\n\nThe Umbreon leaped onto the top of the couch, losing its balance, and falling right onto the two humans.\n\n“WOAH!” Ethan shouted, the sudden visage of something falling and landing on him causing a surge of adrenaline to bounce through him. Dawn screamed just the same, tumbling off the couch.\n\n“What happened?!” Dawn asked, getting off the floor, and looking over to Ethan, observing the new plushie.\n\n“I think Milo threw this at us.” He said, more calmly. He held the Umbreon plush by its hands, moving his hands like it was performing a little dance. It didn't react, playing the part to the facade.\n\n“NOT FUNNY!” Dawn shouted at the doorway, hoping for her voice to echo down to wherever the joker was. She climbed back onto the couch, positioning herself back to how they were.\n\nEthan put the Umbreon plushie down to the side of the couch, just under its lever, posed to stare directly at the horror film they were binging.\n\n“Third viewer.” He said, striking a smile to Dawn. She laughed, turning her attention back to what they were watching on screen.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie played its role, watching the film, that is, but still continued dusting out its scent, from when it entered the hallway, to leaping on the couch.\n\nIt seemed the effects of the scent had caught Ethan quite early, a tent pitching in his boxers as Dawn grew attached to the visuals displaying on screen. A man covered in blood poured a bucket of razors down into a sewer canal, drenching the escaping protagonist in a storm of blades.\n\nDawn felt Ethan’s throbbing urge poke her hip, and turned around, giving him a sly judgemental look. “What happened to not wanting to?” She asked teasingly.\n\n“I… don’t know.” He said, confusion quaking from his tone. Dawn didn't comment further, turning back to watch the action she was missing.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie was surprised by their endurance, but pushed further. Its scent began protruding in a mist, nearly visible if light were to be shined directly on it. The shroud of smell flew to Dawn, dusting right in her face. She inhaled most of it, but coughed at all the new senses assaulting her.\n\nWith how much mist it had released, it began escaping the room, flowing out into the hallway, and down the steps.\n\n“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, brushing his arm beneath her, and bringing his hand to her cheek. She had no response, still coughing a lung. The mist of scent began to lessen, clearly it was too much.\n\nEthan had inhaled some of it too, but not to Dawn’s extent. He stood up straight on his cushion, trying to see what Dawn needed. In the process, he brushed his hard dick along her thigh, which sparked a reaction from her.\n\n“Let’s fuck.”\n\nEthan stammered out a concerned “what?” as Dawn pushed in for a drunken kiss on his rose lips, dropping her blue glasses in the process. Her saliva was like honey, sweet, and addictive. His head drowned out in a haze, inhaling more of the scent still surrounding them.\n\nDespite the remaining function in his head telling him how wrong this was, his other head wanted to take the wheel in decisions.\n\nHis hands moved on their own, taking off Dawn’s yellow shirt, she didn't have a bra on, exposing the eyes on the hills. She dug her hand beneath his red shirt, feeling for any muscle. He was a slim swimmer’s build.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie was fascinated by the development of its excessive mist, and pulled the lever above it. The couch’s leg cushions pushed out, allowing the couple better positions on the bed-couch hydra.\n\nDawn laid down, arms and legs splayed out like a starfish with how much space they got from the simple flick of a stick. She desperately pawed at her shorts as Ethan sat over her, arms working as table legs over her shoulders, hands dug into the couch.\n\nThe mist had changed her rapidly, with light blue eyes, and pointed ears turning a faint purple, she was enjoying every second of it. A red bump formed on her forehead, feeling as if it dug into her skull. Ethan slipped her shorts off, his boxers already gone from when she got handsy with him.\n\nStanding between their lust was another pair of boxers, the same color as Ethan’s, worn by Dawn. They shared clothes a lot, but this moment angered that fact. Ruining the tension for only a moment, Ethan tugged them right off, tossing them to the doorway.\n\nEthan hungrily thrusted into Dawn without warning, accidentally digging into her asshole, rather than her pussy. He pulled out, aiming for the proper mark. Before he could, Dawn whined an angry “do that again!” to him, insisting he pegs her.\n\nHe obliged, like a dog in heat with little proper cognitive function, he slammed into her hole, pulling in and out like a finger being shoved into an empty pipe.\n\nEach push and pull changed him, his nose sticking out like a dog’s muzzle, ears standing on-end in dark fur, and his eyes a shimmering black. His ears had yellow rings, similar to the Umbreon plushie, but without the special details on end.\n\nWith another thrust, he came into Dawn’s ass, holding his cock inside her. She groaned loudly, dribbling a bit out of her own slit. With that thrust, Ethan’s tail formed, large and pointed, just like the Umbreon’s. His body had turned darker, with his fur taking over his human features. Before his hands and feet, were another set of yellow rings.\n\nEthan stood still like a statue, as Dawn stared at the ceiling with a vacant stare. Her back ached, with her own formed tail sitting beneath her. Her skin, decorated in purple fur, was as soft as a trimmed hedge. Their collars were fully dark now, no shine to the gems within at all.\n\nBoth of their bodies began losing fat, their arms and legs becoming thinner and softer. Their blood felt weighted, filled with nothing but cotton, for the two new plushies. Their heated expressions made their new faces, they went out in the most blissful way.\n\nThe Umbreon jumped onto the couch again, witnessing the happy couple in their new state. Ethan was no longer locked into Dawn, as they both sat next to each other like a child setting a tea party. Neither had any features save for those of their respective Pokemon types, the new Umbreon and Espeon.\n\nThe two-colored ear and tailed Umbreon plushie picked off its new additions, and added them to the box. Down to three, it searched for River, it had a fascination in how indecisive he looked.\n\nHe went up the stairs, but where to?\n\nIt looked into each room, a process proving difficult for an object that didn't have the same strength as a human. Eventually, it leaped onto another door handle, and with gravity on its side, flew open and bumped into the wall. Some of the mist that had stayed in the hallway moved into each new room open, but this room was special. Being the closest to the stairs, it vacuumed the remaining scent of lavender, and dusted it into the study.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie quickly jumped off the door handle, and hid behind a small box to a window, avoiding any sight with its prey.\n\nWillow snapped her eyes open, jolting up from the couch she was sleeping on, reacting the same to a veteran hearing fireworks. River looked over to the door as well, in a more calm and collected manner as opposed to the natural blonde’s outlandish motion.\n\nShe began coughing excessively, inhaling the dusted mist as it filtered into the room.\n\nRiver turned his eyes back to the sputtering sleeping beauty. She met his eyes and scoffed. “What are you doing here, and what was that?” She said, questions weighted in different priorities, coughing a few more times in-between them.\n\nRiver shut the book he was reading, imitating the woman’s raspy voice. “The door swung open, and I'm reading.” He coughed sharply, her voice too much to imitate for one non-hobbyist voice actor.\n\nHe inhaled some of the mist that had made its way to the end of the study. Continuing his sharp coughs to the same extent as Willow’s.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie looked to the window it was near, and climbed up its sill. It jumped up onto another handle, aiming to air out the mist before it proved too much of an issue.\n\nThe handle fell down, pushing the window out, and with it, the Umbreon plushie. It fell into the garden, leaving the two humans unmonitored. It quickly scampered around the house, entering the porch.\n\nBailey laid across the bench swing, his feet dangling off the right end of the swing, arms on the back of his head, lost in slumber. On his chest lay a small green bag of cookies.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie looked to this human in fascination, a final treat, it thought, jumping into the window behind him, and climbing back up the stairs, returning to the study to see what had developed.\n\nAnd a surprising development it was. The Umbreon turned its gaze to the empty couch, and then to the subtle groaning noises by River's seat. Willow had knelt under the desk, her face stuck to the heartbroken lover's crotch. He held a hand over his eyes, grinning with a mixture of shame and relief.\n\nWillow sucked on River's cock effortlessly, slobbering over his member as if she'd experienced this event ten times over. He made small groans and whines for each time she angled her head a different way, suckling on his foreskin and tip. It didn't take long for him to cum into her mouth, between the heavenly experience she gave him, and how long he'd gone without pleasuring himself.\n\nRiver's collar tightened around his neck as he came, causing him to yelp and jolt out of his seat. Willow nearly fell to the floor as he got up, catching herself with a free arm. She groaned angrily with her mouth shut, pointing at River with a long red nail. He looked to the trail of cum he left on the floor, and on her white dress.\n\n“I'm sorry, I just- just… this doesn't feel right.” He said, looking to the doorway with a frown. The Umbreon plushie had long moved to under the couch Willow rested in before.\n\nBetween the mist's influence, and Willow's own judgment, she rolled her eyes halfly, and kissed River on the mouth. She opened hers, spewing the cum she hadn't swallowed into River's mouth. A horrified look in his blue eyes shifted to a half-shut submission.\n\nRiver raised a shameful hand in their embrace, groping one of Willow's tender breasts. She smirked in their kiss, putting a hand over his squeezing grasp. She took a step back, slowly easing River to follow with. Each movement brought them closer to the couch, and the two laid on it, River atop Willow as she unbuttoned her blouse.\n\nRiver took off his gray jacket, exposing the black tank-top he had underneath. It was slim, and didn't go past his belly button. More of a strange chest binder. Willow tried pulling down his white sweatpants as he adjusted his position over her, but they wouldn't go down. So he helped her help him, by pulling them off in one frantic motion. Like an alligator twisting the subject in its mouth in its death roll, River got his pants off. One pair of white briefs away from indecency.\n\nWillow took off her blouse, telling River he'd have to pay for the mess on it while wiggling her waist as her skirt fell down to her knees.\n\nRiver watched as she painstakingly took off her white leggings, as if teasing him for the time he took to get out of his apartment. For as prissy as she was, she didn't want any more stains.\n\nConcealed with nothing but jet-black boxers, and a pink padded bra, she grabbed River by his collar gift from Milo. Tugging him to her face like a dog on a leash. River stared at her with dilated and widened eyes, a display of both shock and lust. She stared right back into his purple eyes, pupils barely visible in white, glossy with an intention for something mischievous.\n\nTheir collars slowly lit on in color, like a lamp powering on from a sudden blackout. River's collar shined brightly, nearly blinding Willow as she tried to keep their moment of intimate eye-contact. Her collar glew more dim, nowhere at all distracting River from his continued focal point, Willow's light blue eyes.\n\nWhen Willow pulled River closer, he went from sitting over her in an awkward dog-like stance to hovering his body over her own. One gust of wind, playful shove, or slight change in motion would combine the two. Neither did a thing for at least two minutes, then Willow suddenly shook her head, the bangs on either side of her face feeling odd.\n\nThey grew down in size and appearance, originally passing her cheeks to going down her shoulders. The blonde ends in the hair turning a faint aquamarine color. As the bangs fell down, off from being hooked over her ears, they grew higher, nearly on the same placement of a rabbit's. They took a more mute blue color, the innards more apparent than the ice-like outer brim.\n\nRiver sneezed as Willow's new bangs smacked his face, leaving snot over the clean freak. She groaned in frustration, pushing River off of her. He fell off the couch, reversing onto the end of its left. Landing on his rear, his tailbone burst in a mixture of pain, and its new growing limb. The bones in his spine began growing tightly to his skin, poking out a new membrane of skin, gilded in a feeling similar to holding a fish. Just by standing up, that change was done.\n\nHis new dorsal fin connected like a dinosaur's back scales, reaching down and joining with his tail. Its end spurted out in two different bits, a fin to balance his buoyancy.\n\nHis skin, slippery, caused him to slip back onto the floor. Willow chuckled at the splattering noise he made as he landed on the hardwood floor. His ears grew out, left pointing west and right east respectively. They looked similar to his dorsal fin, but smaller. With his skin losing its human sense, his hair began falling out. Gone in a patch, another fin began growing out from his forehead. The top area of his head turned a darker shade of blue, as if he had a buzzcut.\n\nHis neck was in pain, the white fin growing out from beneath his chin poked out desperately from his collar, bursting out like a flower blooming in Spring.\n\nWillow grumbled inaudibly, having had enough of River's incompetence to continue their special moment, and reached out to grab him by his collar again. Surprisingly light, in his new form, she straddled him back onto the couch, resting over her chest.\n\nHe had little thought at that moment, eyes fixated on the new person on the couch. Where once stood a stuck-up white lady now was a Glaceon authoritatively grappling the disobeying Vaporeon.\n\nNeither had any clothes on anymore. Willow's breasts gone to the fur and anatomy of her new form, River fixated on the hole beneath her bottom. His cock ached with need, a faint pink rocket coming out from his own slit. It stood on end, the length of a rocket lollipop.\n\nSnowflake the Glaceon took notice of his arousal, and only saw it fit to give themselves a good time. She turned around, kneeling down as her ass raised in the air, allowing River the Vaporeon to have his way with her.\n\nThey both groaned and mumbled in their passionate moment of heat, each thrust turning their voices more and more to their proper form. With one final burst, River's cock burst a lengthy slip of cum into Snowflake, holding his member inside as though incubating it, perhaps preventing his seed from spreading out.\n\nThe two were in utter bliss, both the size of a cardboard box, bodies shifting into plush as they rested from their mating. Snowflake's eyes pushed out of her skull, changing to the appearance of glassy beads on an old American doll. River's eyes were large, like an anime character, both stuck together as one giant couple plushie.\n\nThe Umbreon plushie was fascinated by the result, examining the aftermath of the situation, it took a bit of time to get the two down into the cardboard box where everyone else laid. Its final prize was behind the front door, and it wanted to have some fun.\n\nUp until then, it was a simple plushie that moved and had the height and weight similar to the average housecat. But as it shifted its legs, the faint sound of cracking of a whip, maybe a twig being snapped in half by a bodybuilder, came as it stood on two of its legs. The back legs held its weight, as the front legs cracked in that same wicked sound. The front legs morphed and changed, becoming more dexterous with its new clawed paws. It stretched in its anthropomorphic form, now as tall as twenty-four cheeseburgers.\n\nRather than claiming the feminine man sleeping outside, it returned to the kitchen, picking off a yellow land-line phone on the side of the white fridge. It clicked a few buttons in a quick focused pattern, as if having memorized a code.\n\nThe phone was silent, but the sound of a voice came from the other end in a short span of time. “Myles the transformation fox speaking. Who is this?”\n\nThe anthropomorphic Umbreon opened its still mouth, the previous sewn on smile moving more naturally as it spoke in a groggy voice, the kind you'd hear from a person who hadn't drunk a thing all day. “Dusk.”\n\nMyles laughed a bit from the other end, and then retained himself. “Got it done that quick?”\n\n“No. There's one more.” Dusk spoke back swiftly, turning its head to look to the doorway. “Come. I'll be done by then.”\n\n“Roger that.” was the last thing Myles spoke from the phone as Dusk clicked it back into place. Dusk took each step to the doorway with total focus, pulling its legs out one after the other to their total length, minimizing the unnecessary time walking.\n\nIn just four steps, it reached the front door. It put a heavy paw over the handle, and opened the door, peeking its head over to the man in his slumber. On top of his chest was a bag of edibles, they looked to be cookies, but a sickly green in color. He wore his collar with pride, not having any sign of attempt in removing it, unlike most of the others.\n\nDusk looked forward to ravaging this man, having heard most of his fantasies and general sexual talk when he first came to the cabin a few days before. Saving the moment for all the people that had to arrive, River brought an end to the waiting game.\n\nAnd so, it took a single step forward, going from the front door to standing in front of Bailey. Its body measured over the man as he grumbled at the lack of sunlight shrouding him, with Dusk covering him in his shadow. He twisted and turned in the hanging bench, idly moving his arms for a blanket.\n\nDusk knelt down, bringing its face to Bailey's. Without a word said, it began extruding its scent again, the same one used for six of its eight targets. Each one showed a variation of power, with Dawn being the most prominent. It wondered what would happen if it unloaded everything at once, let alone, while its target was under an influence.\n\nThe mist was thick, enough to cut it while jokingly talking about tension. Bailey's face had a whole cloud of it in his sleep, coughing a bit, before turning back around, presumably annoyed by the fragrance interrupting his sleep.\n\nDusk wasn't having it, and rather than playing it safe, wanted to have its way with him. It stood up, and grabbed Bailey by his arms, lifting him up in the same way Ethan had, minus the joyful dancing it had to perform.\n\nThat swift motion woke Bailey up, eye-to-eye with a giant Umbreon, looking between a mascot costume from China, and something out of a vintage 80's kids cartoon. His mouth hung open in surprise, eyes wide and dilated between fear and a hard-on.\n\nHis shorts didn't have much to hide, they already outlined his ass and crotch from a faint bulge. But in that moment, his crotch was pitching the rest of the shorts between marking his size, and keeping the fun going.\n\nDusk held little remorse to keep the two from going. Bailey already looked interested, and he couldn't hold back from there. He spoke in a hazy tone, like an innocent child greeting a drunken adult. “Oh, you're hot as fuck.”\n\nThe anthropomorphic Umbreon put its treat down, resting him on the bench as if cradling a baby to bed. In one swift slashing motion, its claws cut through his oversized shirt, and exposed his bare chest. No muscle or fat, just a thin white body. “Sex dream. Sweet.” Bailey said, twirling one of his red hairs, all naturally curled. Dusk narrowed its eyes and slipped Bailey's shorts off, not risking any damage to his tenting urge.\n\nHe kicked his feet in its face, as if trying to tease the Pokémon. Dusk held no interest, pushing it away as it groped his crotch, beneath a pair of black briefs, tented even more and holding on for dear life. The mist had been progressing on the porch, some of it shrouding out into the woods, but most was inhaled by the drowsy man on the bench, muttering and laughing to himself with each knead and grasp Dusk made.\n\nHis shredded shirt fell between the slips of wood on the bench, most resting inside, others on the ground beneath them. Nearly naked, Dusk continued rubbing and shaking Bailey's dick, masturbating the lucid twink.\n\nEach stroke and pump brought him closer to release, going from playful giggles to frustrated groans and held-back intentions as Dusk continued to expertly rub his shaft. The large pole lessened, growing softer in its grasp. He shut his eyes in ecstasy, allowing his drugged mind to run in its imagination for what could be pleasuring him so well.\n\nWas Bailey not enjoying this moment?\n\nHe took notice of that strange response his body had been making, and quivered his eyes open, looking at the weed demon he imagined to be stroking him. Its snout pressed to his crotch, hand held firmly over a lump on his underwear, like using a game controller.\n\nIt took a few more strokes, but his dick was about ready to spread its load. He shut his eyes, and bit his tongue beneath his teeth, bracing for the best ejaculation he'd ever experienced.\n\nBut nothing came.\n\nHe opened his eyes again, looking at Dusk, who stood up again while holding a smug grin. Bailey furrowed his brows at the tall Pokémon, and then back to his crotch. His underwear was still on, but there was no bulge at all. “The fuck?”\n\nHe took them off like a person desperately clothing themselves when a parent enters the bedroom. From a big throbbing cock, down to a simple slit where his member stood proud.\n\nBailey put a finger close to the shut clit, rubbing over it like a person trying to desperately call for a genie. Just one touch brought him on edge, involuntarily moaning to just his own curious advance.\n\nDusk raised its hand to Bailey's chin, pointing his nose to its own face. He held a look of confusion and excitement, as if discovering a new fetish he wasn't sure he was into. Bailey raised his hands to try and feel for the rest of his body, surveying his skin for other changes. He reached his chest, feeling two large bumps, similar in size and feel to Willow's own breasts.\n\n“Boobs?” He asked himself, trying to look down. Dusk growled when he looked away for a moment, and continued focusing solely on the creature in front of him, clearly dangling more than just one threat. In its own crotch, came a dick. Maybe as long as two cans of Monster, and it had just that thickness.\n\nWith another sudden swish of movement, Dusk lifted Bailey up, entirely naked and changed, and pressed him to the railings of the porch. He held his arms and hands onto the wooden rail while keeping his ass and legs stuck out in a 60° angle. Letting the beast behind him do as it pleased.\n\n“Fuck me into next Tuesday!” He groaned, hiccuping a bit in the middle. An oddity without having drunk, but the mist could've caused it. Dusk simply aimed its dick lower and lower, from the man's open bottom to his new organ. With one careless push, it thrusted right into Bailey's vagina.\n\nBailey moaned as loud as an airhorn, sputtering like a dying car engine, and then began grumbling like an angry mosquito. Between the rough and discordant thrusts, and movement on his breasts, he was in pure bliss. Not taking notice of his growing fur, or tail. Unlike everyone else, his appearance looked more organic. With faint pink and blue among his ears and legs, his nose grew out into a playful bump, like a baby kittens. His collar's gemstone cracked, the effects happening far too quickly, Dusk noticed.\n\nIt pulled out its cock from Bailey, picking him up again in his new form, far smaller and shorter than he used to be. Dusk watched as cum spilled out of his vagina from the sudden release, like a waterfall emerging after a destroyed beaver dam.\n\nHis eyes were hazy, swirling like a cartoon character watching someone move a pocket watch back and forth. They didn't seem human either, a beady kind like all the rest of his transformed friends. He groaned one last time, and then went silent.\n\nHis transformation was completed. And right on time too, as a small red sedan pulled by to Milo's car. The driver's window rolled down, and an orange fox's head peeked out. “Done?”\n\nDusk raised the Sylveon Bailey by his neck scruff, appraising him as some final boss trophy. “Done.” It said.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"After a terrible breakup with his cheating boyfriend, River had been in a depressive rut in his apartment for an entire week, causing his students to miss multiple classes. Until one morning, where he was sleeping in for the afternoon, a knock at the front door echoed into his bedroom.

Groaning, River got out to check on who was interrupting his bodily-scheduled mid-day sleep. Wearing gray shorts, and a red tank top, he opened the front door, greeted by his tall muscular friend, Asher.

Her red hair flowed down her back in a simple ponytail, still reaching her tailbone. Her white tracksuit tightly fit to her body curving to show her build.

“River.” She said, as stone-cold as her stance, as if ready to perform a wrestling move on him. “Milo’s planned you something to get out of this stupid apartment. Come down.”

River absorbed each word in a hazy state of confusion. “What? Why? What do I even bring?” He asked on and on, each question bouncing more opportunities for Asher to grow impatient.

“Clothes.” She said, examining the white dirty blonde. “And get out of that outfit.” She commanded, pointing dismissively at his shorts. “They look torn.”

River looked toward his bedroom, dreading the thought of packing some clothes for whatever Asher had planned. She picked up on his concerned glance, and put a hand to his shoulder.

“I’ll help you out.”

“Thanks.” River answered weakly.

The two spent an hour or so in his bedroom, River looking through what of his clothes weren’t dirty, or good enough for an adventure, and Asher with walking around his bedroom like a messy minefield.

“What are we doing?” He asked, folding a pink shirt into a small duffle bag. Nearly full of clothes, he took the last shirt as a sign that he was packed, and zipped the bag shut.

River put the leather strap carrier over his shoulder, now wearing a clean gray jacket and white sweatpants.

Asher mumbled inaudibly, picking off the last of the dirty clothing on the floor, and combining it into the large pile of things River needed to wash.

“Milo’s gonna explain.” She said, holding her arm out at the bedroom door, presenting the exit to River.

He looked at her in confusion. “Milo? Hold on, how many of us are there?” He held onto the leather strap a little tighter.

“I’’m not saying a thing.”

River and Asher stared at each other in silence. Each passing second was as dreadful as the answer given, River looked into Asher’s half-shut eyes, as if starting a staring contest.

“We’re going yet?” She asked, the latter half of her sentence coming out like a disgruntled child not getting what they’d want.

Without a word, River left the bedroom, and Asher followed. The duo exited the apartment, and Asher led the way down the spiral stairs, reaching the bottom floor.

“So, how… are you?” River spoke up, looking to stop the silence the two were in during their journey. Asher didn’t respond, instead, she kept walking with her head held high.

“Okay.” She said, grabbing the door handle for the apartment building. “And you sure as hell will be.” She tossed it open, revealing a set of stairs down, and a red car parked out front.

“Where’s Milo driving us?” River asked, walking down the steps, Asher trailing behind him. “Ask him.” She said.

The left car window moved down slowly, revealing the brunette driver in a blue sweater, Milo. He had a dumb smile on his face, the kind you make while taking a family photo.

“Hey… River.” He said, waving his left hand. River waved back with a resting frown, looking back to Asher who was eyeing him down. “What’s going on?” River asked, coming closer to the window.

“So, basically… I rented out a cabin. In the woods, yeah? And- well, uh… I wanted to-” He took in a deep breath, quite a lot for a soft spoken person, and continued his speech.

“D-do you want to come and stay? Away from… uh, the city?”

Asher walked up, and stood to River’s side. “What’s it gonna be?” She asked with a sly smirk, her arm resting on the roof of the car, presenting its raw build to River, as if a threat.

River held onto his duffle bag tightly, thinking for a moment. “...Yeah. Okay. I could use some time out in nature, beats sitting in bed all week.” He said with a smile.

Asher flashed a wide grin at Milo.

“You- er… You can sit in the back.” Milo said, looking forward.

River frowned again. “I can’t stay in the front?”

“I’m taking shotgun.” Asher said, already inside the front seat to the right of the car. Milo blinked in confusion, dumbfounded by her speed. River opened the left car door, got inside, and shuffled his way into the middle, holding an arm on the left driver seat to keep his position between the front duo.

Asher put on a mixtape to keep the car ride from dulling them out, as Milo took them out of town, and along the countryside. Passing blurs of nature, trees, and a large lake, before River knew it, they were at their destination.

Milo quickly got out of the car first, Asher following suit as second. River made his way through the right door, rather than the left. He scanned his surroundings, a thin lush forest with the wooden cabin standing out just before his eyes.

Sitting on a wooden bench suspended by two chains, was Bailey. His slim legs crossed like a person meditating absent-mindedly. He was wearing a baggy black shirt, the sleeves far surpassing his hands. As well as dark gray booty shorts. He didn’t seem to have any shoes on.

“Bailey!” Asher shouted, her voice waking the blue-haired man from his trance. “River’s here.” She said, gesturing to the newest cabin member. Bailey’s tired expression quickly morphed into a sneer, ready to tear into the fresh meat.

“Riv, Riv, Riv.” He said over and over, getting off the bench and leaning forward on the front railings of the cabin porch. Milo rolled his eyes, avoiding interaction.

“Bailey, please.” River said, groaning.

“What?” He asked, still holding a smug look. He raised an eyebrow at Asher, as she entered the cabin with Milo, leaving him and River to their interaction.

River shook his head, and walked up the steps on the porch, approaching the front door of the cabin. “I’m really not in the mood for your comments.” He said, reaching for the doorknob.

Bailey’s idle smile moved into a grin, as he fired back. “I’m sure your ex wasn’t in the mood either.”

“BAILEY.” Asher’s voice boomed from behind the lanky man, standing at the front of an open window. Bailey nearly fell right over the railing from the sudden outburst.

“Fine.” He mumbled.

With one last disapproving glance, River took notice of a strange collar Bailey had been wearing and entered the cabin. The door quickly shut itself, nearly thundering in sound. Observing his surroundings, River saw Milo sitting on a couch with a cooking book in hand.

River approached the couch, standing just behind the brunette. “Hey, Milo, what are you doing?” River asked, reading into one of the open pages, detailing some kind of mountain soup.

“I’m… uh- Well, just-” He stopped talking, spotting Asher walking back into view from scolding Bailey. “You wanna start now?” She asked, gesturing into the kitchen to the left of the room, the oak door wide open.

“I- We… You- Let’s, uhm… tell everyone that- That River’s here.” He said, shutting the book and putting it on the couch cushions as he stood up suddenly.

“Oh, yeah. River, pretty much everyone’s here.” Asher said, chiming with Milo’s statement. She scoffed. “Even Willow.”

“You… mean Snowflake?” Milo interjected.

“Bitch really nicknamed herself what she is.” Asher said without skipping a beat. She crossed her arms, standing in front of Milo.

River cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to swerve the subject somewhere else. “I… just, why is everyone here? I thought this was gonna be some kind of break from the city, not a group hangout.”

Milo raised a finger, beginning to talk, but Asher interrupted with her comment. “What’s better than a new place than being with the people you love?”

“Well, uh… I-I don’t think… Bailey was a good… idea.” Milo said, craning his head over to the front door of the cabin.

Asher forced a wide smile, as she slowly turned her head to River’s view. “Just don’t have me near Miss. Bloated.” She said through her teeth, as connected as a glue trap.

“Uh… sure. I’ll remember that.” River said.

Asher walked up to the kitchen door, leaning into the door frame. “We cookin’ yet, Milo?” She asked, resting her back in the middle of the doorway.

Milo picked off the cooking book on the sofa, and gave River one last look, and then approached the waiting redhead.

“Wait…” Milo said, suddenly pausing.

Asher’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“The collars.” He said, shuffling in his walk to a small shelf by the front door, a small box sitting atop alone.

“You brought a pet?” River asked, leaning in to view the collars inside the box, only three present, as well as some kind of plushie. River pulled it out, and examined it.

A strange rabbit-like plushie. Dark fur, with a faint orange ring on its thighs, shoulders, and one on the center of its forehead. Its ears were tipped with light pink, and a second layer of orange, like a rocket lollipop. Its vulpine tail followed the same pattern.

“Oh, is this one of those Pokémon dolls?”

Milo picked out the collars from the box. “An… er… Umbreon.” He said, examining the gemstones on each collar, one had a faint aquamarine color, and the other two, a fiery orange.

“Can I have it back?” He asked, holding his other hand out for the Umbreon plushie. River obliged, putting the four-legged standing plush in Milo’s hand. Milo then put it back up on the shelf.

“Can I go see the others?” River asked, turning to face Asher, still watching the two with a look that can only be described as a child waiting for a mother to finish talking to a friend.

“I think Daisy’s in the garden. Ethan might be upstairs, and you already know where Bailey is.” She said in a monotone voice, flashing a glance at Milo every now and again.

“Right.”

Milo put the empty box beside the plushie, and walked off beside Asher. “There’s also… Dawn. And Zeke.” He said, putting a hand to his head as he tried to remember.

River paid no attention to Milo, his thoughts elsewhere.

Asher grumbled. “Anything else, or can we cook now?”

“What are the collars for?” River interrupted, done with his thoughts.

“Well, uh…” Milo began, stammering on and on. Asher rolled her eyes, giving River a tired look as Milo continued. “...they’re- uh… for- You… well, we…”

Asher began mumbling inaudibly, then finally let out a hard sigh.

“Christ, Milo, can I just say it?”

Milo gave her a weak smile, and offered the collars in his hand to her. She picked them off, and looked back to River. “Milo wants us to wear this for some reason.”

River furrowed his brows. “What?”

“Trust me, I don’t get it either. Something about spiritual cleansing, whatever his yoga talk is.”

Asher paused her speech, thinking.

“But… I think Bailey’s wearing his already.”

“Could’ve fooled me with it just being his outfit.” River chimed.

Asher raised her hand out to River, the three collars dangling between her wide-open fingers. “Whatever, just take one.”

He took the faint aquamarine collar.

“I really need to wear this?”

Asher looked back to Milo, smiling with a dopey look.

“Looks like it.”

Joining the end of the madness, she clipped one of the fiery red gemstone collars around her neck. “You taking your poison, Milo?”

She dropped the last collar in his hand.

Milo looked back at the Pokémon plushie on the shelf, as he unclipped his collar, and wore it. Against Asher’s clear dissonance, Milo approached the shelf again, and took the Umbreon off.

“We could use a little… uh… chef.” He said with a cheery tone, looking into the plushie’s orange eyes.

Asher turned her head like a confused dog. “Yeah, can we go now?” She began tapping her fingers on her hip.

River could tell she was growing impatient, and took a step back. “I’m just gonna… go now.” He said, speeding off to a stairwell to the right of the room, leading up into a thin wooden hallway. A few empty shelves laid on the walls, as well as a wide cabinet drawer in the middle of the passage.

The faint noise of a TV came from the end of the hallway, and uninterested in hearing any more sound, he went through the first door he could find, which just so happened to be a study.

An endless pile of knowledge on each shelf, he helped himself to the quiet room. The door creaked, and shut by itself, presumably the gravity.

He approached a small chaise couch, obscured in his view by a large curtain drape. He stumbled back, horrified. “Snowflake?!”

A tall white woman laid across the couch, head on one end, legs hanging off the other. She looked to be asleep, her blonde hair covering most of her face. River noticed a collar around her neck, with a light blue gemstone in its circular center.

He slowly extended his palm, holding it just inches off her nose. Yeah, she was sleeping alright. River took his hand back, and began debating on what to do. He looked to an empty desk with a seat, and sat down, taking a random book from a nearby shelf.

Back downstairs, Milo and Asher entered the kitchen. Asher tied her long ponytail into a smaller one, avoiding any hazards in the cooking. Milo propped his book on a small shelf to the left of the gas oven, and the Umbreon plushie on a window sill.

Milo peered out of the window, watching Daisy tending to a small garden of carrots and tomatoes. A calming activity, interrupted by the sudden appearance of Zeke in the window.

“MILO!” He shouted, gripping his hands onto the metal bars of the window. Milo jumped back, wide-eyed at the sudden jumpscare his friend had given him.

“W-what?”

“Did you invite my professor?!”

Milo blinked his eyes one after the other, processing what Zeke had just said to him. “...What?” He asked again, putting the pieces together. Asher saw the two in their strange interaction, and stood by Milo to understand what was happening.

“What’s got your dick in a twist, Zee?” She asked.

Zeke took in a hard breath of air. “I heard my professor’s voice, and its BIG dick to you.” He poked an arm through the empty space of the window’s bars.

“River’s… a… professor?” Milo asked, looking to Asher.

“Started a few months ago, I think.” She said.

Zeke scoffed. “He nearly failed me because ‘I didn’t write my assignment’, I just had some lousy robot do it.”

Asher formed a smug smile while folding her arms. “Sounds like you deserved it.” She unfolded her arms, putting a hand over the window’s blinds. “Now go fuck Daisy or something.”

The blinds came down, obscuring the view of the black-haired jock’s angry expression. He took his arm back, and walked off.

Asher sighed, looking over to Milo, brandishing a small kitchen knife over some carrots on the counter. He quickly adjusted the blinds, covering the Umbreon plushie, now aimed to look directly at him and Asher.

Asher poked the Umbreon plushie in its left eye. “Hey, sorry if I’ve been an ass.” She took out a large pot from a cabinet, and set it into the sink, filling it with water ever so slowly. “Just annoyed that this soup’s not gonna get done by nine now.”

Milo met Asher’s eyes, as he cut the carrots. “It’s… okay.” He said, the blade gliding over the carrot in seconds, expertly cut. Milo yelped, feeling the knife slice into his finger. “AGH!”

“Woah there.” Asher said, swiping the knife out of Milo’s hand. “Keep your hand away from the carrots, we can’t contaminate them. I’ll find some bandages in the bathroom for you.”

Asher left the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.

Milo looked around the kitchen for a seat of some kind, but saw nothing. Making use of his surroundings, he sat on the kitchen counter, just a few feet away from the gas stove. He held his injured finger in his closed fist, and shut off the kitchen sink.

He looked back to the Umbreon plushie, and reached out to it. Holding it in his non-bloody hand, he felt its light and wooly texture. Much like everyone else, it wore a collar, with a purple gemstone.

Milo hesitated for a moment, looking around wearily, and then tapped its gem. A faint clicking noise came, and the gemstone glowed in a dim lighting, similar to a mini LED flashlight.

He took off his collar, and put it down beside him.

As if on cue, Asher came back into the kitchen, holding a small first-aid kit, nearly looking like a toy from how large her hands were. Milo quickly sat the Umbreon plushie back on the window sill, with a weak smell of lavender coming out of it.

She slowly walked into the room sluggishly, socked feet sliding across the wooden flooring in a hard manner. “Alright, give me your hand.” She said, holding her left hand over her head.

“Are you… okay?” Milo asked, watching Asher visibly sweat.

Her collar grew dimly as she began rubbing her forehead. “Yeah… I’m just… feeling really hot right now. Christ.” She got down on her knees, letting her legs point out onto the floor, resting her back against the counter wall.

Milo awkwardly watched her take off her white jacket, swearing it’s because of the heat of the moment. She kicked off her joggers, down to her blue sports bra, and black boxer briefs.

Asher took her hand off her forehead, and reached out to Milo’s leg, her hot grasp on his cold skin shocking both of them. She lightly tugged at it. “Help me out here..” She said, her voice trailing to a hush.

“W-what do you want me to do?” He asked, bringing a hand over her iron grasp on his leg. He wanted to pry it off, but he knew her strength would outmatch his own.

“Just… cool me down.” She said, tugging on his leg again, and sending him down, falling onto her lap. “You’re… so cold.” She said, continuing to rub around his legs.

Milo took off his blue sweater and white tank top, allowing the small bit of air circulating from the window to make him shiver. Mixed with Asher’s spicy touch, Milo was in a blissful mixture of hot and cold. Left to his brown khaki shorts, Asher glided her warmth around Milo’s chilly skin.

Asher leaned in, kissing Milo on the lips, and pulled him further down onto her, his face smothering her breasts. “Augh! Too cold!” She shouted, pulling him out of her chest, her strength loosening, but his body light.

Her skin was turning from a light white to a darker orange, ears more pointed, and eyes glossing over into dark beads. Similarly, Milo’s turned into a more beige brown, ears and eyes just the same as hers.

A popping noise came from Milo, to which they both spotted the sight of a small bushy tail, light brown, with a white tip. Asher tried to move, but her legs wouldn’t budge. She tried to look at them, but her body wouldn’t obey any of her movements.

A stabbing pain came from beneath her, and out flew a tail, looking like a furious yellow flame. Asher’s view quickly became obstructed by growing fur around her neck, the same color as her new limb.

Her body was still encapsulated in that burning sensation, with all this new fur, she had little consideration for modesty, and tried to flail around for any kind of movement. But her body was static, as if completely disconnected from her. With a puffing sensation, her clothes tore off, the growing fur covering her up.

Milo was flustered, and looked away, his view quickly covered by his own fur growing in, a familiar white around his neck, much like his tail’s tip. Milo tried to cover his eyes, but was surprised by the sight of his hands, looking like woolen stumps.

His shorts were torn from the pop of the tail, and began falling off his shrinking body. Able to match Asher’s height to her neck, he was about as tall as a child now. Milo tried to move, do anything, but the only action his body allowed was complying with the changes, which was to do nothing.

Asher’s nose turned wet and dark, protruding from her face, as if someone were stretching it out. She had grown a pointed muzzle, with Milo joining a similar, but less pointed look.

Her limbs began to lose feature, like her fingers turning into stumps, arms and legs becoming far more bendable. Her body began shrinking, down to the size of the Umbreon plushie.

Milo shrunk down just the same.

On the kitchen’s floor was a Flareon plushie with a collar, an unopened first-aid kit, and an Eevee plushie. Both in mindless bliss. With torn clothing around them, it’s up to the mind of whoever sees the situation to know what happened.

The Umbreon plushie began moving, shifting its plush limbs into more of a feral house cat. It looked down from the counter to spot its new toys. With seven more to go, it got behind the blinds of the window, and hopped down, reaching the garden Daisy was tending to. In its wake, was a scent that could only be described as lavender. But what that scent did, can only be witnessed.

Daisy was sitting on a small wooden bench, tugging at her green gemstone collar. While it wasn’t comfortable to wear, it was especially atrocious in the middle of such hard labor.

Zeke barely let her handle a thing alone, constantly taking away her tools and doing what she’d have wanted, in the claim that she’s “not strong enough” for it, or how “this is a man’s job”.

There was the sporty Zeke, trying to plow a small field of dirt, in all the wrong ways. Daisy explained many times how incorrect his stance was, or how he should be holding the rake, but all he heard were complaints, and out the other ear they went.

“Hey, Daisy.” He called out, holding the rake’s end into the earth, standing like a signpost. Zeke looked winded, holding an arm over his chest. “You feeling hot too?”

“The sun’s pretty bright right now.” She said dismissively, holding a hand over her eyes as she looked to the blue sky. It was beautiful, with a few clouds forming to look like anything you could imagine them to. Daisy could almost-

“UGH!” Zeke groaned loudly, slipping off his white t-shirt, allowing his chiseled abs to be up front and center in Daisy’s view, as well as his yellow gemstone collar, faintly glowing.

She made a sly “hmm” sound, and looked away.

“Hey… what? Not enough for ya?” He pleaded, walking away from the rake, and sitting down beside the black-haired girl. Her overalls still muddy from another dispute, he poked at her red-sleeved shirt.

“Your shirt’s gonna get dirty leaving it there.” She said, swatting his hand away from her. Zeke closed the space between the two by sitting closer, and then brought his face to hers.

“I think I want us to get dirty.” He quipped back, bringing a hand to her cheek. Daisy gave him a tired glare, but held back from starting anything else. While they were in their own devices, the Umbreon plushie crawled by, hiding beneath the bench, still spreading its lavender scent in its path.

Daisy sighed. “Fine.” She let out, taking off one of her overall’s straps. Zeke helped, taking the other down, helping her in undressing from her gardening outfit.

She slipped out of the piece of clothing, her red sleeved shirt more free, and revealing her green jeans. Zeke made a dumb smile as he attempted to pull down his black jeans, before realizing he had to undo his belt.

“I heard someone’s coming today.” Daisy said, attempting some small talk. Zeke wasn’t paying attention, standing up to undo the tight metal grasp around his waist. In one quick snapping motion, his pants slipped down, belt still in hand.

“Real charming.” She said, a face view of ass. Zeke’s choice in underwear with jockstraps always led to full moons such as this. Zeke stifled a laugh, still coming out of his nose in a hard snort, a few yellow furs sprouted among his face as he did.

Zeke’s mouth opened wide with loud bellowing laughter. “I sure am.” He said, putting on a sly expression, trying to teasingly strip-tease his jockstrap to Daisy.

“Really taking your time to show off your small dick.”

Zeke paused his motion, hands still on the straps nearly being taken off. “Hey.” He said in a disgruntled tone. “It ain’t.”

“Mhm…” Daisy answered, shaking off her jeans to reveal her red panties. Unaware to her, the collar around her neck began glowing faintly. Her ears turned pointed like an elf's. She took off her sleeved shirt, her bare skin now exposed as well as her blue bra.

Zeke got on his knees, moving one and the other in an awkward walking motion as he made his way to Daisy on the bench. He “stood” just a few feet away from her, head nearly between her ankles. He reached his hands out to her.

Daisy kicked her discarded clothes under the bench, shoving the camping Umbreon plushie out. It seemed aggravated by her action, and crawled back under the bench, slashing at Daisy from underneath.

“AGH!” She shouted, kicking her feet up into the air, one of which landed right in Zeke’s face, giving him a good whack. “OW!” He moaned, grasping his hands over his nose.

Daisy shot a glance under the bench, and saw nothing but the clothes. “Something scratched me.” She grumbled.

“Probably a nail on the crummy bench.” Zeke commented, letting go of his nose. It wasn’t bleeding, but it sure took a hard swing. “You giving head today, or?”

Daisy got up from the bench, taking off her bra. “I’m down for something else.” She said, slipping her now cut panties off, and taking Zeke’s hand. She led him to a smaller forest area, secluded from the view of anyone who would see their public activity. The only way anyone would know about what they’d done would be to have heard it, or be there themselves.

Zeke’s cocky smile and leering eye movements were all Daisy had to know to tell he was enjoying the moment. Now in a small grassy grove, the two found a secluded area with bushes surrounding them for their special activity.

The Umbreon plushie had slowly followed them throughout their journey, as if wishing nothing more than to bear witness to the two love bird’s intentions.

Zeke let go of Daisy’s hand, and playfully pushed her into the ground. She grabbed his arm as she fell, bringing him down with her. Daisy knelt over Zeke as he laid in the grass.

“We should’ve brought a towel.” Daisy said.

“You can just sit on me.” Zeke assured her.

“Bottoming again? Really?”

“Ay, I’ll make it up to you with a nice dinner night.”

Daisy rolled her eyes, the pupils a hazel brown, and the sclera turning into a similar shade. Her ears grew longer, faintly taking the appearance of leaves.

Zeke’s small nose bumped forward, looking like a cat muzzle. His chin lightly followed suit in the change, his face looking quite unnatural. His eyes had turned dark, with the pupils white.

Unlike Daisy’s leaf-like ears, Zeke’s ears took the form of lightning, with the outer-edge being yellow, and the inside of the ears being a mixture of midnight black, and indigo violet.

Zeke finally slipped off his jockstrap, letting his tiny manhood pulse out. He certainly wasn’t a shower, but that wouldn’t stop him from seducing his rather uninterested lover. As she sat on his crotch, he grinded against her slit, allowing for it to eventually slip in one fast motion.

He began bouncing his legs up and down, bumping Daisy’s back with his thighs. Daisy held to his hips tightly, like a rodeo bull desperately hoping to launch its rider. Her tailbone ached in all the motion, extending out and forming into a tail taking the same visual style of a greening leaf.

Zeke began breathing heavily, panting like a wet dog after jumping into a pool. Each bounce brought him closer to climax. He let his arms sink to the ground, focusing his energy on his lower body.

A burning sensation took over him as he continued his rapid thrusting, like fire burning through wood, or lightning striking a conductor. His skin ached, blistering in a new patch of yellow fur, rapidly taking over his body.

Daisy was going through the same experience, but rather, her fur took a lighter-green visual. Her eyes were fully shut, synching with the active motion Zeke had her in. Her nose grew out a faint bridge, a similar cat-like muzzle to Zeke’s.

Her arms hung limp, feeling like cotton, she could no longer hold Zeke's hips, and so, she let go. She didn't even question how she wasn't falling off, as Zeke had stopped thrusting already.

The Umbreon plushie watched as Zeke continued to pant, his triangular-jagged tail poking out from beneath him, brushing underneath and flopping out to Daisy’s backside.

Their collars stopped glowing, the faint light extracting to a dull gray. It looked like their transformation was done, but they weren't fully plushies yet.

Daisy fell off Zeke, landing onto the grass with little rebound. There was little noise to be made. Only a faint crack from the vegetation being affected by the collision.

Zeke stared at the sky, unable to move. His cocky grin stuck to his new sewn-on face, his eyes vacant of any thought, as glossy as they were.

The Umbreon walked closer to its new plushies, a Jolteon, and a Leafeon, to be collected for the box. Venturing back and forth from the area of transformation, and the box of collars, it left the two lovers inside.

It entered the kitchen, and picked off the indecisive Eevee plush, and the Flareon plush, putting them in the same box as the rest. And then, it climbed the stairs, searching for its next targets.

The hallway was large and wide from its perspective, but it followed the way noise came. Reaching a nearly-shut door, it entered a small room with a large couch in front of a TV screen. Lounging on the couch was Ethan, holding Dawn tightly as she laid ahead of him. They both wore collars just as everyone else, the same purple gemstone prominent in the middle of the leather.

The TV was the only form of light in the room, hardly illuminating Ethan’s dark skin, as Dawn sat forward to reflect her lighter white skin. She had pink shorts on, a yellow sweat shirt, and blue-brim glasses. While it was difficult to make out, Ethan had black boxers on, and a red T-shirt.

The Umbreon leaped onto the top of the couch, losing its balance, and falling right onto the two humans.

“WOAH!” Ethan shouted, the sudden visage of something falling and landing on him causing a surge of adrenaline to bounce through him. Dawn screamed just the same, tumbling off the couch.

“What happened?!” Dawn asked, getting off the floor, and looking over to Ethan, observing the new plushie.

“I think Milo threw this at us.” He said, more calmly. He held the Umbreon plush by its hands, moving his hands like it was performing a little dance. It didn't react, playing the part to the facade.

“NOT FUNNY!” Dawn shouted at the doorway, hoping for her voice to echo down to wherever the joker was. She climbed back onto the couch, positioning herself back to how they were.

Ethan put the Umbreon plushie down to the side of the couch, just under its lever, posed to stare directly at the horror film they were binging.

“Third viewer.” He said, striking a smile to Dawn. She laughed, turning her attention back to what they were watching on screen.

The Umbreon plushie played its role, watching the film, that is, but still continued dusting out its scent, from when it entered the hallway, to leaping on the couch.

It seemed the effects of the scent had caught Ethan quite early, a tent pitching in his boxers as Dawn grew attached to the visuals displaying on screen. A man covered in blood poured a bucket of razors down into a sewer canal, drenching the escaping protagonist in a storm of blades.

Dawn felt Ethan’s throbbing urge poke her hip, and turned around, giving him a sly judgemental look. “What happened to not wanting to?” She asked teasingly.

“I… don’t know.” He said, confusion quaking from his tone. Dawn didn't comment further, turning back to watch the action she was missing.

The Umbreon plushie was surprised by their endurance, but pushed further. Its scent began protruding in a mist, nearly visible if light were to be shined directly on it. The shroud of smell flew to Dawn, dusting right in her face. She inhaled most of it, but coughed at all the new senses assaulting her.

With how much mist it had released, it began escaping the room, flowing out into the hallway, and down the steps.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, brushing his arm beneath her, and bringing his hand to her cheek. She had no response, still coughing a lung. The mist of scent began to lessen, clearly it was too much.

Ethan had inhaled some of it too, but not to Dawn’s extent. He stood up straight on his cushion, trying to see what Dawn needed. In the process, he brushed his hard dick along her thigh, which sparked a reaction from her.

“Let’s fuck.”

Ethan stammered out a concerned “what?” as Dawn pushed in for a drunken kiss on his rose lips, dropping her blue glasses in the process. Her saliva was like honey, sweet, and addictive. His head drowned out in a haze, inhaling more of the scent still surrounding them.

Despite the remaining function in his head telling him how wrong this was, his other head wanted to take the wheel in decisions.

His hands moved on their own, taking off Dawn’s yellow shirt, she didn't have a bra on, exposing the eyes on the hills. She dug her hand beneath his red shirt, feeling for any muscle. He was a slim swimmer’s build.

The Umbreon plushie was fascinated by the development of its excessive mist, and pulled the lever above it. The couch’s leg cushions pushed out, allowing the couple better positions on the bed-couch hydra.

Dawn laid down, arms and legs splayed out like a starfish with how much space they got from the simple flick of a stick. She desperately pawed at her shorts as Ethan sat over her, arms working as table legs over her shoulders, hands dug into the couch.

The mist had changed her rapidly, with light blue eyes, and pointed ears turning a faint purple, she was enjoying every second of it. A red bump formed on her forehead, feeling as if it dug into her skull. Ethan slipped her shorts off, his boxers already gone from when she got handsy with him.

Standing between their lust was another pair of boxers, the same color as Ethan’s, worn by Dawn. They shared clothes a lot, but this moment angered that fact. Ruining the tension for only a moment, Ethan tugged them right off, tossing them to the doorway.

Ethan hungrily thrusted into Dawn without warning, accidentally digging into her asshole, rather than her pussy. He pulled out, aiming for the proper mark. Before he could, Dawn whined an angry “do that again!” to him, insisting he pegs her.

He obliged, like a dog in heat with little proper cognitive function, he slammed into her hole, pulling in and out like a finger being shoved into an empty pipe.

Each push and pull changed him, his nose sticking out like a dog’s muzzle, ears standing on-end in dark fur, and his eyes a shimmering black. His ears had yellow rings, similar to the Umbreon plushie, but without the special details on end.

With another thrust, he came into Dawn’s ass, holding his cock inside her. She groaned loudly, dribbling a bit out of her own slit. With that thrust, Ethan’s tail formed, large and pointed, just like the Umbreon’s. His body had turned darker, with his fur taking over his human features. Before his hands and feet, were another set of yellow rings.

Ethan stood still like a statue, as Dawn stared at the ceiling with a vacant stare. Her back ached, with her own formed tail sitting beneath her. Her skin, decorated in purple fur, was as soft as a trimmed hedge. Their collars were fully dark now, no shine to the gems within at all.

Both of their bodies began losing fat, their arms and legs becoming thinner and softer. Their blood felt weighted, filled with nothing but cotton, for the two new plushies. Their heated expressions made their new faces, they went out in the most blissful way.

The Umbreon jumped onto the couch again, witnessing the happy couple in their new state. Ethan was no longer locked into Dawn, as they both sat next to each other like a child setting a tea party. Neither had any features save for those of their respective Pokemon types, the new Umbreon and Espeon.

The two-colored ear and tailed Umbreon plushie picked off its new additions, and added them to the box. Down to three, it searched for River, it had a fascination in how indecisive he looked.

He went up the stairs, but where to?

It looked into each room, a process proving difficult for an object that didn't have the same strength as a human. Eventually, it leaped onto another door handle, and with gravity on its side, flew open and bumped into the wall. Some of the mist that had stayed in the hallway moved into each new room open, but this room was special. Being the closest to the stairs, it vacuumed the remaining scent of lavender, and dusted it into the study.

The Umbreon plushie quickly jumped off the door handle, and hid behind a small box to a window, avoiding any sight with its prey.

Willow snapped her eyes open, jolting up from the couch she was sleeping on, reacting the same to a veteran hearing fireworks. River looked over to the door as well, in a more calm and collected manner as opposed to the natural blonde’s outlandish motion.

She began coughing excessively, inhaling the dusted mist as it filtered into the room.

River turned his eyes back to the sputtering sleeping beauty. She met his eyes and scoffed. “What are you doing here, and what was that?” She said, questions weighted in different priorities, coughing a few more times in-between them.

River shut the book he was reading, imitating the woman’s raspy voice. “The door swung open, and I'm reading.” He coughed sharply, her voice too much to imitate for one non-hobbyist voice actor.

He inhaled some of the mist that had made its way to the end of the study. Continuing his sharp coughs to the same extent as Willow’s.

The Umbreon plushie looked to the window it was near, and climbed up its sill. It jumped up onto another handle, aiming to air out the mist before it proved too much of an issue.

The handle fell down, pushing the window out, and with it, the Umbreon plushie. It fell into the garden, leaving the two humans unmonitored. It quickly scampered around the house, entering the porch.

Bailey laid across the bench swing, his feet dangling off the right end of the swing, arms on the back of his head, lost in slumber. On his chest lay a small green bag of cookies.

The Umbreon plushie looked to this human in fascination, a final treat, it thought, jumping into the window behind him, and climbing back up the stairs, returning to the study to see what had developed.

And a surprising development it was. The Umbreon turned its gaze to the empty couch, and then to the subtle groaning noises by River's seat. Willow had knelt under the desk, her face stuck to the heartbroken lover's crotch. He held a hand over his eyes, grinning with a mixture of shame and relief.

Willow sucked on River's cock effortlessly, slobbering over his member as if she'd experienced this event ten times over. He made small groans and whines for each time she angled her head a different way, suckling on his foreskin and tip. It didn't take long for him to cum into her mouth, between the heavenly experience she gave him, and how long he'd gone without pleasuring himself.

River's collar tightened around his neck as he came, causing him to yelp and jolt out of his seat. Willow nearly fell to the floor as he got up, catching herself with a free arm. She groaned angrily with her mouth shut, pointing at River with a long red nail. He looked to the trail of cum he left on the floor, and on her white dress.

“I'm sorry, I just- just… this doesn't feel right.” He said, looking to the doorway with a frown. The Umbreon plushie had long moved to under the couch Willow rested in before.

Between the mist's influence, and Willow's own judgment, she rolled her eyes halfly, and kissed River on the mouth. She opened hers, spewing the cum she hadn't swallowed into River's mouth. A horrified look in his blue eyes shifted to a half-shut submission.

River raised a shameful hand in their embrace, groping one of Willow's tender breasts. She smirked in their kiss, putting a hand over his squeezing grasp. She took a step back, slowly easing River to follow with. Each movement brought them closer to the couch, and the two laid on it, River atop Willow as she unbuttoned her blouse.

River took off his gray jacket, exposing the black tank-top he had underneath. It was slim, and didn't go past his belly button. More of a strange chest binder. Willow tried pulling down his white sweatpants as he adjusted his position over her, but they wouldn't go down. So he helped her help him, by pulling them off in one frantic motion. Like an alligator twisting the subject in its mouth in its death roll, River got his pants off. One pair of white briefs away from indecency.

Willow took off her blouse, telling River he'd have to pay for the mess on it while wiggling her waist as her skirt fell down to her knees.

River watched as she painstakingly took off her white leggings, as if teasing him for the time he took to get out of his apartment. For as prissy as she was, she didn't want any more stains.

Concealed with nothing but jet-black boxers, and a pink padded bra, she grabbed River by his collar gift from Milo. Tugging him to her face like a dog on a leash. River stared at her with dilated and widened eyes, a display of both shock and lust. She stared right back into his purple eyes, pupils barely visible in white, glossy with an intention for something mischievous.

Their collars slowly lit on in color, like a lamp powering on from a sudden blackout. River's collar shined brightly, nearly blinding Willow as she tried to keep their moment of intimate eye-contact. Her collar glew more dim, nowhere at all distracting River from his continued focal point, Willow's light blue eyes.

When Willow pulled River closer, he went from sitting over her in an awkward dog-like stance to hovering his body over her own. One gust of wind, playful shove, or slight change in motion would combine the two. Neither did a thing for at least two minutes, then Willow suddenly shook her head, the bangs on either side of her face feeling odd.

They grew down in size and appearance, originally passing her cheeks to going down her shoulders. The blonde ends in the hair turning a faint aquamarine color. As the bangs fell down, off from being hooked over her ears, they grew higher, nearly on the same placement of a rabbit's. They took a more mute blue color, the innards more apparent than the ice-like outer brim.

River sneezed as Willow's new bangs smacked his face, leaving snot over the clean freak. She groaned in frustration, pushing River off of her. He fell off the couch, reversing onto the end of its left. Landing on his rear, his tailbone burst in a mixture of pain, and its new growing limb. The bones in his spine began growing tightly to his skin, poking out a new membrane of skin, gilded in a feeling similar to holding a fish. Just by standing up, that change was done.

His new dorsal fin connected like a dinosaur's back scales, reaching down and joining with his tail. Its end spurted out in two different bits, a fin to balance his buoyancy.

His skin, slippery, caused him to slip back onto the floor. Willow chuckled at the splattering noise he made as he landed on the hardwood floor. His ears grew out, left pointing west and right east respectively. They looked similar to his dorsal fin, but smaller. With his skin losing its human sense, his hair began falling out. Gone in a patch, another fin began growing out from his forehead. The top area of his head turned a darker shade of blue, as if he had a buzzcut.

His neck was in pain, the white fin growing out from beneath his chin poked out desperately from his collar, bursting out like a flower blooming in Spring.

Willow grumbled inaudibly, having had enough of River's incompetence to continue their special moment, and reached out to grab him by his collar again. Surprisingly light, in his new form, she straddled him back onto the couch, resting over her chest.

He had little thought at that moment, eyes fixated on the new person on the couch. Where once stood a stuck-up white lady now was a Glaceon authoritatively grappling the disobeying Vaporeon.

Neither had any clothes on anymore. Willow's breasts gone to the fur and anatomy of her new form, River fixated on the hole beneath her bottom. His cock ached with need, a faint pink rocket coming out from his own slit. It stood on end, the length of a rocket lollipop.

Snowflake the Glaceon took notice of his arousal, and only saw it fit to give themselves a good time. She turned around, kneeling down as her ass raised in the air, allowing River the Vaporeon to have his way with her.

They both groaned and mumbled in their passionate moment of heat, each thrust turning their voices more and more to their proper form. With one final burst, River's cock burst a lengthy slip of cum into Snowflake, holding his member inside as though incubating it, perhaps preventing his seed from spreading out.

The two were in utter bliss, both the size of a cardboard box, bodies shifting into plush as they rested from their mating. Snowflake's eyes pushed out of her skull, changing to the appearance of glassy beads on an old American doll. River's eyes were large, like an anime character, both stuck together as one giant couple plushie.

The Umbreon plushie was fascinated by the result, examining the aftermath of the situation, it took a bit of time to get the two down into the cardboard box where everyone else laid. Its final prize was behind the front door, and it wanted to have some fun.

Up until then, it was a simple plushie that moved and had the height and weight similar to the average housecat. But as it shifted its legs, the faint sound of cracking of a whip, maybe a twig being snapped in half by a bodybuilder, came as it stood on two of its legs. The back legs held its weight, as the front legs cracked in that same wicked sound. The front legs morphed and changed, becoming more dexterous with its new clawed paws. It stretched in its anthropomorphic form, now as tall as twenty-four cheeseburgers.

Rather than claiming the feminine man sleeping outside, it returned to the kitchen, picking off a yellow land-line phone on the side of the white fridge. It clicked a few buttons in a quick focused pattern, as if having memorized a code.

The phone was silent, but the sound of a voice came from the other end in a short span of time. “Myles the transformation fox speaking. Who is this?”

The anthropomorphic Umbreon opened its still mouth, the previous sewn on smile moving more naturally as it spoke in a groggy voice, the kind you'd hear from a person who hadn't drunk a thing all day. “Dusk.”

Myles laughed a bit from the other end, and then retained himself. “Got it done that quick?”

“No. There's one more.” Dusk spoke back swiftly, turning its head to look to the doorway. “Come. I'll be done by then.”

“Roger that.” was the last thing Myles spoke from the phone as Dusk clicked it back into place. Dusk took each step to the doorway with total focus, pulling its legs out one after the other to their total length, minimizing the unnecessary time walking.

In just four steps, it reached the front door. It put a heavy paw over the handle, and opened the door, peeking its head over to the man in his slumber. On top of his chest was a bag of edibles, they looked to be cookies, but a sickly green in color. He wore his collar with pride, not having any sign of attempt in removing it, unlike most of the others.

Dusk looked forward to ravaging this man, having heard most of his fantasies and general sexual talk when he first came to the cabin a few days before. Saving the moment for all the people that had to arrive, River brought an end to the waiting game.

And so, it took a single step forward, going from the front door to standing in front of Bailey. Its body measured over the man as he grumbled at the lack of sunlight shrouding him, with Dusk covering him in his shadow. He twisted and turned in the hanging bench, idly moving his arms for a blanket.

Dusk knelt down, bringing its face to Bailey's. Without a word said, it began extruding its scent again, the same one used for six of its eight targets. Each one showed a variation of power, with Dawn being the most prominent. It wondered what would happen if it unloaded everything at once, let alone, while its target was under an influence.

The mist was thick, enough to cut it while jokingly talking about tension. Bailey's face had a whole cloud of it in his sleep, coughing a bit, before turning back around, presumably annoyed by the fragrance interrupting his sleep.

Dusk wasn't having it, and rather than playing it safe, wanted to have its way with him. It stood up, and grabbed Bailey by his arms, lifting him up in the same way Ethan had, minus the joyful dancing it had to perform.

That swift motion woke Bailey up, eye-to-eye with a giant Umbreon, looking between a mascot costume from China, and something out of a vintage 80's kids cartoon. His mouth hung open in surprise, eyes wide and dilated between fear and a hard-on.

His shorts didn't have much to hide, they already outlined his ass and crotch from a faint bulge. But in that moment, his crotch was pitching the rest of the shorts between marking his size, and keeping the fun going.

Dusk held little remorse to keep the two from going. Bailey already looked interested, and he couldn't hold back from there. He spoke in a hazy tone, like an innocent child greeting a drunken adult. “Oh, you're hot as fuck.”

The anthropomorphic Umbreon put its treat down, resting him on the bench as if cradling a baby to bed. In one swift slashing motion, its claws cut through his oversized shirt, and exposed his bare chest. No muscle or fat, just a thin white body. “Sex dream. Sweet.” Bailey said, twirling one of his red hairs, all naturally curled. Dusk narrowed its eyes and slipped Bailey's shorts off, not risking any damage to his tenting urge.

He kicked his feet in its face, as if trying to tease the Pokémon. Dusk held no interest, pushing it away as it groped his crotch, beneath a pair of black briefs, tented even more and holding on for dear life. The mist had been progressing on the porch, some of it shrouding out into the woods, but most was inhaled by the drowsy man on the bench, muttering and laughing to himself with each knead and grasp Dusk made.

His shredded shirt fell between the slips of wood on the bench, most resting inside, others on the ground beneath them. Nearly naked, Dusk continued rubbing and shaking Bailey's dick, masturbating the lucid twink.

Each stroke and pump brought him closer to release, going from playful giggles to frustrated groans and held-back intentions as Dusk continued to expertly rub his shaft. The large pole lessened, growing softer in its grasp. He shut his eyes in ecstasy, allowing his drugged mind to run in its imagination for what could be pleasuring him so well.

Was Bailey not enjoying this moment?

He took notice of that strange response his body had been making, and quivered his eyes open, looking at the weed demon he imagined to be stroking him. Its snout pressed to his crotch, hand held firmly over a lump on his underwear, like using a game controller.

It took a few more strokes, but his dick was about ready to spread its load. He shut his eyes, and bit his tongue beneath his teeth, bracing for the best ejaculation he'd ever experienced.

But nothing came.

He opened his eyes again, looking at Dusk, who stood up again while holding a smug grin. Bailey furrowed his brows at the tall Pokémon, and then back to his crotch. His underwear was still on, but there was no bulge at all. “The fuck?”

He took them off like a person desperately clothing themselves when a parent enters the bedroom. From a big throbbing cock, down to a simple slit where his member stood proud.

Bailey put a finger close to the shut clit, rubbing over it like a person trying to desperately call for a genie. Just one touch brought him on edge, involuntarily moaning to just his own curious advance.

Dusk raised its hand to Bailey's chin, pointing his nose to its own face. He held a look of confusion and excitement, as if discovering a new fetish he wasn't sure he was into. Bailey raised his hands to try and feel for the rest of his body, surveying his skin for other changes. He reached his chest, feeling two large bumps, similar in size and feel to Willow's own breasts.

“Boobs?” He asked himself, trying to look down. Dusk growled when he looked away for a moment, and continued focusing solely on the creature in front of him, clearly dangling more than just one threat. In its own crotch, came a dick. Maybe as long as two cans of Monster, and it had just that thickness.

With another sudden swish of movement, Dusk lifted Bailey up, entirely naked and changed, and pressed him to the railings of the porch. He held his arms and hands onto the wooden rail while keeping his ass and legs stuck out in a 60° angle. Letting the beast behind him do as it pleased.

“Fuck me into next Tuesday!” He groaned, hiccuping a bit in the middle. An oddity without having drunk, but the mist could've caused it. Dusk simply aimed its dick lower and lower, from the man's open bottom to his new organ. With one careless push, it thrusted right into Bailey's vagina.

Bailey moaned as loud as an airhorn, sputtering like a dying car engine, and then began grumbling like an angry mosquito. Between the rough and discordant thrusts, and movement on his breasts, he was in pure bliss. Not taking notice of his growing fur, or tail. Unlike everyone else, his appearance looked more organic. With faint pink and blue among his ears and legs, his nose grew out into a playful bump, like a baby kittens. His collar's gemstone cracked, the effects happening far too quickly, Dusk noticed.

It pulled out its cock from Bailey, picking him up again in his new form, far smaller and shorter than he used to be. Dusk watched as cum spilled out of his vagina from the sudden release, like a waterfall emerging after a destroyed beaver dam.

His eyes were hazy, swirling like a cartoon character watching someone move a pocket watch back and forth. They didn't seem human either, a beady kind like all the rest of his transformed friends. He groaned one last time, and then went silent.

His transformation was completed. And right on time too, as a small red sedan pulled by to Milo's car. The driver's window rolled down, and an orange fox's head peeked out. “Done?”

Dusk raised the Sylveon Bailey by his neck scruff, appraising him as some final boss trophy. “Done.” It said.","pools_count":1,"title":"Stuffy Feeling","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/jpeg","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"27"}