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As such, his resemblance to the rest of the bar ended at the fact he was drinking. One of his paws idly went down to his round rump and scratched it, mming as he found a itch and soothed it away with the tiny claws on his digits. He'd have to check for fleas again soon he thought to himself. It was getting warmer and sometimes he would need a few trips to a vet's store room to rid himself of the little vampires. “Another” he said idly and raised a finger, bringing the heavy set bartender to him for the umpteenth time this night. He didn't seem to acknowledge the smaller, plump, and very naked creature that sat at his bar. He merely poured another round for him and the tanuki began to nurse it. While this particular boozer usually would have no goal in mind except getting to the next day in a haze, tonight he did have a purpose. He was the only one who heard the sounds. The smells. The urge that every few centuries, he always had to address. His paw went to his thick scrotum and he adjusted himself a hair, pulling a wrinkle here, shifting his giant testicles there as he got comfortable again on his biological booster seat. The urge was not going to be ignored, no matter how much drink he threw at it. He looked up from his spot and eyed the monkeys as they repeated the same routine. Sip, sip, slurp. The sounds almost made a tune. Course, nothing worth his time. His paw went to his sac again, feeling his warmth and fur. He debated drumming a song to appease himself right there...but that might scare off the “virgin” he knew was here. He could smell him. Somewhere in the bar. A stink that was a bit like his own. A much better smell he thought of course. \n“Mind if I?” a voice behind him made him straighten up in his seat. He looked up and saw a short man behind him, motioning with his hand towards the empty stool next to him. He nodded and watched him seat himself. “Huh, guess I really am snookered...” he muttered to himself. His “virgin” had found him. He sniffed the air a bit again, testing. The human aroma was thick...but there was a hint of wild, musky earthy stink to him that he knew was what he was looking for. He giggled. He liked it when it was easy. \nHe watched the man order a drink, something fruity, and he snickered when the bright pink glass with pineapple on the side arrived. “Heh, that for your date?” he asked snidely. The man, a bit thick but not too fat, with a round and pleasing face smirked back. “Not big on beer.” he looked down at the tanuki's drink and asked “and whats that you're sucking down?” Bourbon smiled. “Bourbon. My favorite. And my name.” \nThe man, young with short dark hair, blushed. “Seriously?”\nBourbon shrugged and smiled. “And I think I'll call you “Daiquiri” for now” he giggled, liking his own joke more then the young man thought was appropriate. He shrugged and smiled “sure, fine.”\nBourbon went back to his drink and polished it off as Daiquiri did the same with his own. The tanuki thought aloud. “I think ive seen you before a time or two. Local?” he asked. The boy nodded. \n“single?” he asked next.\nHe shrugged and nodded. The tanuki smiled.\n“and I doubt much attachment to the world huh...” he asked, sounding as if he was being sarcastic. He wasn't but that didn't matter at this point.\nThe young man nodded again. “you got a lot of questions tonight. What? You trying to hit on me?”\nthe tanuki smirked “not quite. I do have a proposition for ya though.” he said and called for his last round. The young man giggled. “come on man. I know its a girly drink but you don't have to go and call me a boy toy for sale.” he laughed. The tanuki laughed too, nearly falling off his balls and the stool. He slapped the boy's back and he did likewise as they both got a pair of shots and downed them. They gasped a little and the boy leaned forward and relaxed on his elbows. The tanuki smiled and played with his empty glass. “i know we're both pretty shit faced now...butt I think you likely are starting to see things...” he muttered. The boy looked at him cockeyed, still smiling. His eyes were a bit blurred. The man he was talking to seemed like he was getting..shorter? He scrunched his face up a bit but it didn't help. The tanuki continued. “no my friend. I am a tanuki. And a rather fine one at that!” he belched and patted his belly a bit. He giggled. Daiquiri giggled too. “Tannuucookie? From jaapan?” he slurred. The creature nodded. “Indeed. And as such, we got a lot of tricks. For example...” he pointed to the bartender. “this poor man has been taking leaves and rocks from me for a good month now. He can't tell the difference from your paper and the leaves I pluck from the trees outside. “ the man smiled at that. He thought of the man stuffing part of a bush into a cash register...\nThe tanuki spun the stool around and spread his legs a bit, his pecker protruding from under his belly, safe in its warm sheath. He idly fingered it. “Magic comes naturally to us. You're a little too plastered to see it I bet, but I've had a glammor on myself since I came in. A easy little spell. All these people see a short man with gray hair and a round face. And a pot belly” he giggled and slapped his stomach, getting it to jiggle. The man listened, afraid if he tried to move too much he might fall off his stool. Besides, this guy's story was funny. “People are easy to fool. You always take things at face value. I just need a little glamor on myself and people think I'm one of them. Or a tree stump. Heh, or that time I played “ATM”” he laughed aloud. He was getting really loud and red faced now, farting a little bit with a cheek squeak that even Daiquiri heard and blushed at. “Stopppit man. U're gonna get thrown outt.” he warned. The tanuki laughed louder. Oddly, no one seemed to notice him getting rowdier. In fact, the bar was acting as if the pair were not there at all. Even the bartender had stopped coming by. The man looked at the blur next to him with a confused stair. He swore he could see a black nose and fur?\nThe blur laughed a bit and he felt something forced into his hand. “This is my proposition. Take a swig of some real booze. You will never be the same again...” he told him, almost lustfully in his ear. \nThe man felt the object in his hand. A thick round shape that became smaller then bigger at the top. He thought a fruit at first but It was much too hard. He felt the top and found a cork. A gourd he realized. He popped the cork from the gourd and the smell of hard alcohol almost knocked him over. He felt warm hands on his back, keeping him on his stool. They found his way to his shirt and slipped under it and felt his chest. “Just a sip. You'll thank me eventually...” the voice whispered. \nThe man thought for a moment...though his drunken haze, almost seeing the “tanuki” clearly. A short round creature, close to a racoon. He stood on the bar stool...no...on something on the bar stool to boost him higher. Between his legs, a long humungous bag that went down past his knees and became thick and round. He stood on it, obviously not made uncomfortable by his own weight on them. And behind his back, a fat round tail swished to fit the image. \nDaiquiri smirked. “Sure...why not?”\nhe drank....\n\nthe world ended and began again the next morning.... \n\n2\n\nThe next day...\n\n\n\nWarmth...\nA warm form, plumpness, caressing his body...\nmusk...a intoxicating male scent...\nwarm orbs...pressing against his face...smothering...\nwarm hands...no...paws...running up and down his body. Faster and faster...\na thick syrupy feeling in his belly...\ngagging, reflex and urping as something hot and liquid came up his throat...\nsalt...slime drooling from his lips...then a rough tongue licking his lips and face, tasting it and cleaning him at the same time...\n\n“Heh....I knew this would be a good arrangement...”\n\na voice, booming and gigantic...\nthen warmth, fuzzy and wrinkly skin and fur enveloping his form...\nwarm...darkness...\n\n\n\n\nThe man awoke with a startled gasp and promptly became entangled in his own sheets. They enveloped him and his struggling form promptly found the edge of his bed and came off it to the hard floor below.\nGroaning, he crawled on the floor out of them and stood, half aware of his nakedness in the process. “Ba..bathroom..” his groggy mind thought. He reached blindly for a light switch and then gazed into the mirror as he tried to focus his vision. Someone that wasn't him greeted him in the reflection...\n\n\nThe scream awoke the other warm body that was in the small apartment. He snorted, taking in a snout full of booze and he promptly gagged and reared his head up, coughing and spitting. The tanuki rubbed his eyes and saw a now half empty bowl of cereal set before him. He remembered now and smiled a bit. He had replaced the milk with the leftover beer from the fridge for his breakfast. He licked the golden liquid from his snout and lips, drenched in the stuff. He had not been awake enough to brave a cereal bowl yet apparently. He giggled. He took the bowl in his paws and slurped down the remaining contents before slipping off of the chair and to the floor. His nuts twapped down to the floor right behind him as they drew up enough for him to walk. His attention was caught as he saw a larger form wildly dash into the kitchenette and make eye contact with him. The pair both stood in place as their eyes exchanged a silent dance of questions. The man saw a short and honestly, fat, creature on the floor, staring up at him. It was only about 3 feet tall, proportioned like a oversized dwarf. The creature resembled a raccoon. Grey brown fur with dark stripes around his thick round tail and a mask around his eyes. His ample belly was a tan shade that seemed to enhance the shape of his man boobs and round belly fat. Below his belly swung a fat pair of testicles that seemed to match his fat belly in girth. The orbs were covered in the same gray fur but with a tan circle on each nut, as if to draw attention to them even further. His eyes, a bright blue shade, looked up and down the man, his expression both lusty and bemused. \n“Morning. Like what you see?” he giggled.\nThe tanuki looked the man over and liked what he saw. The man had lost a good foot of his height, now only about the size of your average 10 year old. His proportions had changed a bit as well , but they didn't match the pre-teen size. A cute pot belly protruded from his torso, as well as slight moobs to accompany it. Fatter thighs and slightly thicker arms and hands and ample almost baby fat along his torso and face. Oh his face... the tanuki smiled at this the most. His nose was broader and darkened, as if bruised. His face pushed out slightly around his nose and upper lips, as if swollen but without the puffiness that would accompany that. Around his eyes were heavy bags, dark and much too large to be taken as normal for sleep deprivation. The look of his face was topped with the obvious points his smaller shaped ears sported, as they cutely twitched. His gaze followed down his face and belly, past the over abundance of body hair that spread like wildfire all over his body, down to between his legs. The tanuki smiled widely at what he saw. Fat oranges dangled under the man's legs, thick inside his scrotum sac as he obviously became aware of their size as well. The man made a whine sound as he took his nuts in his hands and beheld them for the first time. Thicker darker skin swaddled the testicles as they rolled around. The sensations were both dulled and enhanced at once. He squealed again as his hands ran up his penis, or at least, what was lately his penis anyways. It was covered with the same darker skin that his nuts sported, the flesh slipping up and over the end of it like a dog's junk. He slipped the skin back from the tip, finding his familiar cock head underneath, giving him at least some relief. The tanuki giggled and commented “Didn't you have enough fun with that in bed?”\nThe man's eyes became wide and angry as he started to dive towards the diminutive house guest at his feet. For something fat and squat, the little guy moved quite fast. His hands didn't find the fuzzy's throat as he intended. No, what he found was the bare floor as he smacked down into it. He groaned and started to get back up but something horribly heavy slapped against his backside and knocked the wind out of him. He scrunched up and rolled over, getting hit again , this time against his side. The man rolled across the title floor into the cold fridge with a thick twap. Before he could right himself, something warm wrapped around his torso. The sensation was much like a fresh from the dryer blanket being wrapped around his body by invisible hands. However this “blanket” was both fleshy and pulsing around him. He opened his eyes again, blurred but clearing as he found himself quite unable to move. \n“Well now. Do I need to smack you around a bit more or you sobered up yet?” his attacker quipped. As his vision firmed up again he saw that the gray and tan thing wrapped around his torso ran back to the racoons and up between his legs. His eyes got large once again as he realized that the little monster had restrained him with his scrotum of all things. \n“Well? Come now. You aren't that hung over are ya? Or do you need a tea bagging?” it giggled. \nThe man swallowed “I'...I'm good..”\nThe tanuki smiled toothily and the man was released back onto the floor as his scrotum retracted to its home between his legs with a bounce. The two stared at each other for what seemed like years before the man broke the silence. “Last..last night...wha..what did you do to me?”\nThe creature smiled as he walked up and past the man, pulling open the fridge door and beginning to root though its contents. He spoke casually, as if recounting a average day for him.\n“Well you remember the bar right? You got pretty hammered. Hehe, hell, I was pretty hammered too.”\nHis paws found a bottle of gin and pulled it out gleefully. His little paws expertly unscrewed the top and he helped himself to a swig. He smacked his lips. “Long story short, you and me made a little deal.”\nThe man perked up a bit as the little fuzzball handed him the bottle. He took it and rolled it in his hands. His hands that looked pudgier and his palms sported rough leathery areas. These pads helped him grip the glass bottle rather easily. “What...what kind of deal?” he asked as he shook his head and took a quick hit of bravery. The tanuki didn't answer at first as he walked off into the bedroom. The man heard him rummaging around but he was too scared shitless by the last few minutes of his life to respond just yet. He saw his reflection again in the bottle's shine, seeing a obvious resemblance to the critter that had changed his life utterly in one night. He took another swig, hoping that he could wake himself up into tomorrow and out of this insane dream. The creature returned, holding the man's wallet. He yelped and sat the bottle down and started to get back up. “Hey! That's mine you little shit!” he growled. The tanuki giggled and upended his wallet onto the floor as assorted cards, coins and paper came out. “Shh, its story time.” it chided him. Red faced, he sat still as the creature dug though his wallet's contents and retrieved just the coins from the mess on the floor. “Every few centuries, I get a urge. A tick. A little itch I gotta scratch. And that is to share. Share myself that is.” he said, inspecting the change diligently. \n“Last night I was looking for someone like me. A human who has spent his life living like I do.”\nThe man started to become insulted at the idea that he lived like a fat raccoon but he was cut off. “You live day to day. You get drunk. You try to get lucky. You gamble. You are out for the pleasure of the world and nothing else. You act like what I knew you could be. You smelt like one already.” the man smelled himself and found that while he needed a bath, there was nothing animalistic to his smell. Aside from the shot at his hygine, the man found nothing that he could argue against. The little runt had him pegged rather well. The tanuki shook his head. “You have a smell only I could find. If you wanna steal a metaphor, you are a kindred spirit of sorts.” the man cocked his head. The tanuki snorted and continued. “I am a tanuki. I'm old. Older then your entire family line. I and my kind have been around for ages.”\nthe man thought of a trip to little Tokyo when he was a child. A odd statue he saw outside a shop. A fat raccoon with a big belly and what he was too small to realize was a giant set of nuts under it. \nThe tanuki continued “We procreate just like humans do. We love, we fuck, we make little tanuki.” he laughed. “But unlike you, we can breed another way.” The man's eyes got wide as the realization of what was being implied started to settle in. “I choose you last night. You shall become a taunki.”\n\nThe man didn't speak for quite a long time. Long enough for him to finish off the bottle at least. He realized he barely felt it too. He looked up at the creature. Despite what it had done to him already...his face...seemed kind. Mischievous. A little tweaked. But certainly not evil. \n“What...what if I say yes to all of this...?” he asked.\n“Well...I doubt you'd want to stay here. You will come with me. I want to teach you my ways. The human world has many sides. Sides you can't even imagine yet.”\nhe spoke. His eyes danced with thoughts of pleasures past and ones to come. The man looked at his balls again and thought deeply. “My family...” he muttered.\n“They never need to know. Or you can tell them everything. Or a mix of both.”\n“If I say no?” he asked. The tanuki shrugged. “You can wake up tomorrow and decide whatever you like. Your balls will probably never get much smaller but hey, consolation prize.”\nThe man ran his hands over his belly. He flicked it and heard a soft ta'tum sound as it reverberated. He smirked a bit and did it again. “You...did magic right?” he half remembered. The tanuki nodded and snapped his fingers as the man saw a small silk outfit appear on the tanuki's torso. It was Japanese in design and cut, a light blue shade with lettering he coundn't identify printed on a patch on it's breast. The little bit of clothing hardly hid the creature's fat nut-sac between his legs. The man smiled a bit. \n“What was your name again?”\n“Bourbon”\n“Heh...and mine?”\n“Daiquiri”\n“Can I have a better name?”\n“Not yet.”\n“Cock-tease”\n\nThe tanuki reached into a pocket of the outfit he had produced and retrieved a familiar bottle. A fat gourd that the man remembered like a one night stand. Bourbon handed it to him. Deja vu he thought to himself. \n\nDaiquiri took a swig. \n\n3\n\nIt did not take long to clean out Daiquiri's apartment. Clean it of the contents Bourbon was insistent upon at least. Daiquiri mostly stood back or assisted with the things that required his still extra foot of height. The man had spent the better part of the morning deciding what to leave as explanation to his previous life and engagements. \"Sorry, I had sex with and turning into a mythological creature. Send money OK bye!\" wasn't going to cut it. Work didn't deserve a explanation and would receive none. As for the man's parents, a few emails took care of things. The pair were out of the country and seldom checked in as long as he had managed to not deplete his bank accounts too often. Bourbon had been especially disinterested in the computer as Daiquiri had done this. “Plastic ghost box horseshit.” he had muttered. The little fatty resumed going though the rest of Daiquiri's possessions afterward. Once he had finished he came back to find the tanuki busy digging though a box of keepsakes and tossing the contents over his shoulder. Daiquiri scowled but sighed since this was easily the 50th time the interloper had defaced something he owned. “We'll only need the basics. Travel light to start, more room for what you find later” he had said. \nDaiquiri rolled his eyes. By the time noon had hit, the tanuki had finished his work and had, at least to Daiquiri, a nice junk pile. A baggie full of change, which likely was only 20bucks at best. A few rings and necklace. Also, everything that was the least bit shiny was taken. That and of course, anything with the slightest hint of alcohol was coming as well. The tanuki had produced his gourd and had poured everything they had into it, despite Daiquiri's insistence it would render it all un-drinkible. Beer, whiskey, fruit, and even the cough syrup and rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet. “That's disgusting...” Daiquiri added again as the tanuki emptied the last of the bottles into the gourd as Acquiri held it. Bourbon smirked and took a sniff from the lip of the container. “Oh don't worry. It'll be ready to drink in a few hours...” he insisted and popped a cork in the top of it. Everything else was stuffed into a leather pouch he had tied to his fat tail with a thick cord.\n“Alright, time to go!” he said loudly and started for the door, his naked ass bouncing with his walk. The silk top of his was little coverage. \n“What!? We cant go out like this...” Daiquiri stammered. He felt the cool air on his naked belly and crotch and blushed at the thought of walking outside. He looked like a hairy dwarf that was smuggling fruit between his legs. And Bourbon..human wasn't close to what he looked like. A raccoon that walked upright was gonna be hard to miss. Maybe they could say it was a street performer act... \nBut by the time he finished that line of thinking, Bourbon was already out the door and banging on the elevator doors in the hallway. Daiquiri bristled and ran out to follow, leaving the door ajar and although he didn't dwell on it at the moment, his old life behind. \n\nThe elevator ride was both cramped and awkward. The pair were only the size of children but their girth was enough to ensure they both were brushing against each other in the tiny elevator car. Daiquiri blushed red at his body against Bourbon's and thoughts and half remembered tidbits of their bedroom escapades trickled in. He knew he had a hard on but he tried to ignore it as the cart headed down to the floor. “Seriously man. I'm ass naked and you...you..well..anyway we cant just walk down the street like this...” Daiquiri said aloud to break the silence. Bourbon smiled .\n“I have it handled.”\n“oh that's reassuring.”\n“Do you want me to hold your hand? He he, or other things...”\n“Don't...don't say that out loud...”\n“Spoil sport”\n\nthe elevator dinged and the doors opened up and let in the outside air, bristling their fur and body hair respectively. Daiquiri stood in the doorway, as if frozen. Bourbon however strolled out into the hallway and started out the door, not a care for the few people in the building's entrance way. Daiquiri stood still and watched him, lost in the situation until the doors started to close. He yelped and hurried out of it and after the tanuki, trying to be as not naked as he could. \n\nThe streets were busy as to be expected on a weekday. People lined them back to front and went along their way. Living their lives, things to do, places to be, people to meet. And mixed into this sea was a short and hairy man and a fat raccoon deity out for a stroll. Daiquiri tried to keep as close to Bourbon as he could, sweating and red faced. He watched every person they passed for a hint of repulsion or confusion. He waited for the screams and calls for police that never seemed to come as they walked along. “Nice day isn't it?” Bourbon said casually. Daiquiri grunted and walked beside him. Bourbon smirked. “If you're gonna stay that close we might as well hold hands.” he giggled. Daiquiri's face got redder and he gave a few more inches of space between them. He put his gaze to the ground as Bourbon led the way. Although he was barefoot, he was finding the thick pads on his hands were also on his feet. They let him walk with almost no difference then if he had on his shoes. He finally asked once they had gone a good block. “Is...is there a reason no one is screaming or trying to have us arrested...or calling animal control...”\nBourbon smiled as they kept pace with the crowd. \n“Humans tend to trust their first impression”\nDaiquiri wondered what he meant but he let him continue.\n“Unless something gets them to take a second look, they will hardly glance back at something that looks funny or off.”\n“Well we definitely fit that. And you fed me this crap before, I'm a lot more sober now” Daiquiri cut in. \n“A simple glamor is all I'm needing to produce for us to walk around in public. As long as no one stares at us for too long, they wont see anything to have a second look at.”\nDaiquiri scowled and remembered that the man he met last night in the bar hardly resembled a tanuki. Still, now that he thought about it again, there was a certain familiarity to his expressions and face that seemed...dejavu.\n“Everyone around us is merely seeing a young man walking along with another man,and that’s how it will stay.” Bourbon finished. \n“Bullshit.” Daiquiri spat. Bourbon stopped and looked back at him, annoyed. \n“So you're saying if I just stared to jack off right here and now, no one would be the wiser?” He said defiantly. Bourbon’s eyes widened a bit as he saw the man take his sheathed cock in hand and start to work it. He had been hard since the elevator and it didn’t take much for him to have a stiffy in hand to fondle. He felt as if he had been blue balled for a week and honestly, he could use the stress relief.\n“Stoppitt” Bourbon whispered harshly. \n“Why!? You said you could handle it!” Daiquiri snapped. Bourbon looked away and was obviously blushing and a bit flushed looking. \n“I said I can make us look like humans. But not if you’re standing there and playing with your dick...” he muttered and stood away another foot or so. Daiquiri looked at him confused and then noticed he wasn’t the only one looking. A small circle was starting to bunch up around him and Bourbon, those same faces of disgust and shock he was expecting earlier now there to greet him. He heard Bourbon whisper again, sharply. “Put it away you fucking idiot. Move!”\n\nDaiquiri dropped his cock and blushed from head to toe as he muttered “pardon” and “excuseme” and hurriedly pushed though the crowd. He started to run but he found his new weight was making that less of a sprint and more of a mild jog. He could hear the disgusted cry and shouts from the street goers as he took off. He ran wildly, looking for something to hide behind. A hotdog stand provided cover a half block away as he tried to make himself smaller behind it. The vendor gave him a funny look before asking “You want a dog or what bud?” \nDaiquiri looked up and grunted. The man started to produce a bun from the cart as Daiquiri looked over it to see if he was being followed. The crowd had dispersed and seemed to have lost site of the little masterbator. \n“That's 5 bucks shorty” the man told him and brought him back to the fact he had ordered food and had no money to pay for it. \n“I got it” a voice said as Daiquiri saw a grey furred paw hand the man a pile of quarters. Bourbon took the dog and motioned Daiquiri to follow him. They didn’t speak for a good bit as they resumed walking down the streets, although they now were off the main road and in the business district. The crowds weren’t as thick but everyone was wearing a suit and had a briefcase attached to them. \n“Here” Bourbon brought Daiquiri out of his thoughts and had half the hotdog in his paw. The man took it gently and grunted. “I..im sor..”\n“Shh” Bourbon hushed him and tickled the side of his cheek a bit. Daiquiri smiled and took a bite of his half of the dog.\n\nOnce he finished, he asked what he should have asked earlier \n“So..what are they seeing?”\n“What they want to see. “ Bourbon replied. “At the moment, a pair of suits walking along, having a snack before going to work. Seriously, how do you monkeys stand those clothes. Ugh” he grunted in discomfort of the idea of wearing one. Daiquiri smiled.\n“So...they saw me jacking off...” he said aloud. Bourbon nodded.\n“Well a hairy short guy at least. You're getting too hairy to pass for much longer as a human. I've just been adding clothes to you so far...”\nDaiquiri swallowed thickly at the idea that he was getting less a person and more of something else. He wished for a mirror and passing by the side of a building he had one of sorts. The reflection was dark but enough to see that he had lost a few inches since this morning. The lost height seemed to have gone sideways into his girth however. His belly was bigger as were his balls, which now were lost in a sea of brown body hair. No, hair was starting to not describe it. It was thin but it was covering almost everything on his body now. He looked as if he had a 5'clock shadow over his entire form. He stared at his face and saw his nose was definitely black now, pushed up a little and starting to become triangle shaped. He flared his nostrils and saw how they were becoming smaller and less defined. The bags around his eyes were bigger and now had a fine film of darker fur compared to the rest of him. \n“You're getting cuter. Come on now, you can stair at yourself later.” Bourbon called from ahead of him. Daiquiri blinked and hurried after him, his nuts bouncing as he ran.\n\nA good few hours into the day, the pair arrived at their destination. By which Bourbon randomly entered a building and Daiquiri had to dash in after him. He caught up as Bourbon looked over a floor directory inside the seemingly random office building. Nothing seemed to make the place stand out from the banks, offices and other skyscrapers in the district so he was lost as to why they were in this one. Daiquiri's eyes got wide as he watched Bourbon suddenly bring his paw to his rump and dig a finger along his cheeks. “Come on man, don’t do that here...” he muttered. Bourbon shushed him and took his moist finger along the directory sign. They both watched as the butt sweat glistened on the letters as they started to glow. Daiquiri watched in amazement as a kanji for 7 appeared in gold lettering at the bottom of the board. Bourbon smiled and started for the elevator. Daiquiri hurried after. He wondered after a moment how the hell he knew what that kanji had meant...\n\nShorty they came to the 7th floor and walked down a row of offices until Bourbon stopped at one. He scratched his chins and found what he was looking for. Daiquiri leaned over his shoulder and saw a small gold coin, Japanese in design, was etched into the doorknob. Bourbon knocked with a fast little rapt and they both heard almost clopping sounds approaching from the other side. A voice answered from behind the door. \n“Business?”\n“Tell Big L that he owes me a drink” Bourbon answered. \nThe door unlocked...\n\nWhile Daiquiri was expecting something close to a troll or some other fantastical creature to greet them, he was almost disappointed by the man who was on the other side of the door. He was tall and a big lanky fellow , clad in a tan business suit. He was a bit long featured and had a ponytail tied neatly behind his head. He was totally not of place until one got to his legs. The man was using a cane to compensate for the large clunky corrective shoes he was wearing. He seemed to have some sort of major deformity of his legs considering the shoes bordered on being platforms. Daiquiri tried not to stare but Bourbon seemed to pay no attention to it. He put out his paw and the man looked at them a bit funny but shook it all the same. The man motioned them into the room and to a couch. The room was less a office and more of a waiting room. A desk, a plastic plant in the corner, and the drone of harmless easy listening on a radio. This man apparently was a secretary of some sort. He hobbled back to his desk and sat down heavily. “I'll buzz the boss for ya. You can drop the act by the way.” he said and clicked on a intercom. “You got some company boss. A lush and a lush in training.”\nDaiquiri scowled slightly but Bourbon giggled at that. Then he watched as Bourbon’s body seemed to become much more detailed and lively. He felt a almost shimmer around him and realized that the glamor had been dropped. It was as if someone had wiped off the layer of Vaseline that had been over his eyes. He blushed and tried to hide himself a bit, but all he could really do was hide his pecker and try to ignore his massive nuts. Bourbon meanwhile relaxed back in the chair, letting his own balls hang off it and dangle. The secretary didn’t seem to mind the fact that he now had a raccoon and one to be in his office. In fact he relaxed a bit himself and reached down in his chair. The coons heard a pair of loud clunks. The man reclined back in his chair and sat his feet up onto the table. Well, feet was the wrong term. Hooves was what he had. Big thick hooves like a horse. On the bottom of them were thick steel horseshoes that he was careful not to scuff the desk with. Daiquiri's jaw was agape and he stated the obvious. “Horse..horse feet.” \nThe man looked at Bourbon\n“He stupid or something?”\n“Don't mind him.” the coon replied. \nThe man adjusted in the seat a bit and huffed slightly as Daiquiri dropped not looking and was gazing right at the horseshoes. \n“Ouch!” he yelped as something pinched his nut skin a bit. He found Bourbon’s paw with a wrinkle of his skin in it and pinched again. “OOWW dammit stop that!” he yelped and slapped it away. Bourbon smiled.\n“You done gawking?”\nDaiquiri looked down and sulked a bit. “Sorry. This is all...new.” he muttered. The horse man blew a snort.\nBourbon picked up the conversation. “Big L didn’t have a horse last time I had business with him. You new?”\nthe man nodded. “Boss won a derby bet with me. This pays better.” he smirked a bit as he started to tap at a computer. Daiquiri's eyes widened a bit. “Wait what? Whada mean by that?”\nBourbon pinched his sac again, getting a squeal and his paw slapped away again. “Just because you were a human, doesn’t mean everyone else was too.” he answered. Daiquiri's eyes got wide again and he shook his head in disbelief. Bourbon nodded and motioned to look above the man's desk. He did and saw a shelf above them that was lined with various trinkets and charms. On the end was a trophy. A trophy that was of a horse with a wreath of roses around its neck. \n\nBefore they could dwell on this longer, the door opened and a hand waved them into the next room. Bourbon nodded towards the horse secretary and he did in return. Daiquiri did the same but he didn’t receive a acknowledgment. The room they came into was much larger then the first. The walls were lined wall to wall with boxes and stacks of papers. Records and receipts, enough to reach the ceilings and make the room dim despite the florescent lighting. At the end of the room they found the hand that had waved them in. A skinny lanky man was siting at a computer, pecking away at the keys. He heard them walking up behind him and didn’t look away from his computer screen. His dress shirt was bathed in the monitor’s light and hid his features from this distance. He was apparently fast regardless of his looks since he had manged to wave them in and make it back to his desk before they managed to walk into the room. “I paged the boss for ya. He's on the way and wanted ya to wait with me” he answered with a high and almost squeaky voice. The pair came further in, Daiquiri having to periodically stop and kick off paper from feet. The place was so packed with paperwork that the floor had its own layer of tax returns and records on it. “Try not to disrupt the records too much. I know exactly where everything is...” the man chided slightly as they came up to him. Daiquiri blushed and nodded “sorry its just so full of pa...” he lost his words as he looked the man in the face.\nHe was young and a bit wiry. A typical nerd or cubical dweller. No, what distracted the taunki in training was the man's lips. They were split. Right down the center. And under them was a pair of thick buck teeth that were always visible as he spoke. His cheeks were dotted with small pits and fine long whiskers protruded from them, twitching almost cutely. \nDaiquiri shook his head, refusing to loose it.\nHe was fucking naked. \nHe was fat and had giant nuts. \nHe had just met a damn glue factory escapee. \nNo way that a rabbit boy was gonna break his brain. \nNot today. \n\n“pa..papers..” he finished and looked away. The rabbit faced man didn’t seem to be offended. Bourbon hadn’t paid it mind, he had been too busy looking at some of the receipts and some of the records nearby. Daiquiri swallowed thickly and straightened up. “So..did...did you live at a pet store or...?” he asked aloud to make conversation.\nBourbon stiffened a little. The rabbit man snorted. “Wha? Oh oh! Hah!” he giggled and turned in his chair to face them. They both now saw that not only was he barefoot, but his feet were the size of tennis rackets. Big three toed rabbit feet. The man's skin was hairless but the shape was unmistakable. “No no. I met mister L a few years ago. He had bet on me at a chess match. Said he wanted to keep my “luck” around and he offered me a job.” he smiled and rubbed his brow a bit. They could both see his ears were both large and a bit rounded and protruding as well. “and then well things happened and....well im boring you. Come on. He's likely ready by now.” he offered, getting up and leading them out of the room and into the next deeper part of the offices. \nThey had barely walked a few feet into the deep long hallway before something clunked loudly ahead. Again and again. Footsteps. Heavy thick ones that sounded almost hollow. \nImages played though Daiquiri's mind as to what could be this “Big L”. \nA lockness monster? Bigfoot? Fucking Abe Lincoln?\n\nA ceramic cat rounded the corner. A giant cat. Made of ceramic or may-hap porcelain. He was a good seven feet tall. He walked upright like a person, strolling slowly. His steps were both heavy and hollow sounding, his body not that flexible. The sound of ceramic scraping on the floor filled the hallway. His skin glistened in the light as he was glossy like fine china. His face, while it appeared to be painted on, moved and flowed as if it was a alive, which It was. He smirked and the face held that expression despite not having any physical eyes or lips to do it with. Just the paint on his head. The painted eyes and lips had a bit of malice to them but he seemed less evil and merely greedy, if a painted on face was a good thing to go by. He was thick like a linebacker and despite his hollow appearing torso, he had a defined chest and belly. And in his paw was a dinner plate sized coin that he flipped and caught effortlessly. He looked down at the three of them and produced a cigar of all things. The rabbit faced record keeper had a lighter out rather quickly and lit it. He put it to his face and despite his lack of a mouth, the cigar still glowed and seemed to be smoked all the same. Smoke rings fluttered out of sides of the cat's ears and a bit from the seam around his neck. His voice was deep and a bit echo y. “Bourbon you drunk coin purse, What the fuck are you doing here?”\n\nDaiquiri tried not to scowl. This was getting to be a weird day. \n\n4\n\nDaiquiri was getting accustomed to strange and bizarre things. His own body for one. The fur was growing in at a rapid pace and he figured that he would be considered “fluffy” within the next day or so. He barely recognized himself in the mirror now. Instead of his human features, A short snout and fat wide nose that was always a bit moist centered his face. His lip split in the center, and, while not causing him to lisp, did take getting use to. A plus was he could whistle with it, which was something he never had been able to do before. Always a silver lining he figured. While he had never considered himself “fit” or even “thin” in his life, that was a far cry from the layers of pudge that now rounded his features and gave him a squat, fruit shaped physique. The giant nuts, while not exactly a bad thing to his mind, were a almost constant distraction. The breeze or even the slightest brush against them could make his toes curl and send a shiver down his spine. Speaking of which, that was longer and was growing fur itself. The fact he was growing a tail was easily the most bewildering thing to him so far. Tails usually denoted animals and lower lifeforms. He was becoming a lot more then just a simple raccoon but he was still a bit disturbed. \nStill, his fat naked self was a far cry from the...creature that he had met a hour ago. He had expected odd things hanging around with Bourbon, but a walking talking ceramic cat was not one of them. Big L reminded Daiquiri of the bookies at the horse track or maybe the guy who told his “friends” to break your fingers when you couldn't pay up. That sort of friendly facade that was hiding something less wholesome under it. Those kind of guys usually didn't have a body that looked at home in a sushi shop's window with a “open” sign under it. Bourbon and Big L had gone into his office nearly a hour ago and Daiquiri's mind still was coming back to the bizarreness of a inanimate object that was animate. \nHe shook his head and sighed. He needed a drink.\n“Somethin on your mind?” he was asked. He nodded. The rabbit faced man scratched his chin, making his whiskers twitch a bit. “Anythin I can do for ya?” he asked. Daiquiri shook his head. \n“You don't know how long this is gonna take do ya?” he asked aloud. He hated waiting, and the fact that Bourbon had ditched him with the rabbit bookkeeper irritated him. At least he could have filled him in on what exactly they were gonna talk about. “Dunn worry bout it right now. You'll find out soon enough.” he had told him. And then he had patted his nut sac. He remembered his touch on his testes and blushed a bit. “Cock tease...” he muttered to himself. \n“Huh?” the bookkeeper, named Wallace, asked. Daiquiri shook his head. “Never-mind.” \n“I take it you've not been a tanuki long?” the rabbit asked. Daiquiri shook his head. Wallace's face lit up a bit, as he apparently took pride in being a source of information to the uninformed.\n“Well usually a traditional tanuki business meeting consists of a meal...” he started, concentrating as he looked around for any relevant paperwork in the mass of records that made up the room. \n“drinking....a discussion of sexual encounters for the past year....a shots competition is usually customary after that....oh and then they may...” he went on and on and on. Daiquiri rubbed his brow in frustration. “Soo...eta is...what exactly?” he cut in.\nWallace thought a moment as he lost and regained his train of thought. “Id estimate sometime tomorrow afternoon.” \nDaiquiri grunted. \nHe really needed that drink now. If some people wore their hearts on their sleeve, Daiquiri wore his liver on his shoulders. “You could use something to wet your whistle huh?” the bunny asked, half teasing. \nThe tanuki boy's face lit up like a glow stick at that. “You said the magic word.” he replied. Wallace grinned.\n\n\n\nThe soft glow of a desk lamp lit the room several hours later. Daiquiri belched slightly and patted his chest. His new moobs bounced slightly, a sight that made him decide to tap and slap them a bit, making a soft “Raa—twhap” sound. He giggled and patted his belly, producing a “Pom Pommb” tone. Wallace giggled and spun his chair again, clutching it tightly so that he wouldn't fall out of it. If there was one thing Daiquiri liked about Big L so far, it was that he kept his office well stocked with beer. It wasn't quite the cheap stuff, but it could have been cough syrup for all Daiquiri cared. Any drop of liquor made him feel miles better then he had earlier. He sat up from the nest of paperwork he had laid in on the floor and looked around for the nearest bottle. A green lighthouse sat on a shore of stock report cliffs and the tanuki plucked it from its resting place. He eyed it eagerly. The last few drops of liquid pleasure swirled inside the glass and he smiled. He upended the bottle and waited for the drops to greet his tongue. A little splash did but not all of it. He eyed the bottle's contents though the lip and could smell and see a little bit of foam left inside. He would not be denied. He put his lips to the glass and slurped and sucked, sticking his tongue in. Reaching for that little last taste. The last taste was always the best. He couldn't reach and he grunted, stretching his tongue further out. He closed his eyes and pushed the bottle as close to his lips as he could, pressing and pushing and stretching his lips and tongue out until, oh glorious day!\nHe reached the promised land. \n“Uh...Da...\"Daiquiri..?\" Wallace muttered, dragging the former man from his rapture. The bunny touched his own lip and nose and then pointed at Daiquiri. Something on his face? He asked himself. He touched his nose. And found glass around it. He glanced at a few of the empty bottles on the nearby desk. His reflection showed a truth in green glass. His snout was extended, stretched like rubber down into the mouth of the bottle. He had stretched his face and lips down into the bottle to slurp up it's contents. His eyes got big as he touched the glass around part of his face and found everything still felt real. He decided to push further. Only a bit of resistance before he felt his skull slide forward into the bottle's lips, his eyes squishing down against his face and messing up his vision as everything got green and contorted. He pushed further till he felt his forehead slip down into the glass tube and then everything stopped at his fat neck. He spun his head around, barely able to see Wallace's form though the glass bottle encasing his head. He heard him gasp and the sound was muffled and distant, as if he was hearing it though a helmet. What he had done struck him again as he felt the glass around him.\nHe had put his entire head into a beer bottle. A impossible feat. Bones don't bend or flex like this. He should be bleeding, his skull shattered and flesh and pulp should be filling the glass. He...He should be dead...but he wasn't. Uncomfortable maybe. But not dead. \nA impossible act...for a human.\n\nIf Wallace could make out the tanuki's face though the glass, he would have seen a smile that stretched ear to ear.\n\n\n\nIt took some practice to get the trick of letting his body...deform. There was a mental barrier that he had to push past to change his shape much. A lingering resistance that formed from what he knew his body should be able to do. That same thing in his mind that said, “No, you cant bend your spine like a folding chair because it will hurt and you will be fucked up for life.” But now, he found that it didn't have to be obeyed. Wallace did have to help him get the bottle off his head at first, but a few practice tests and he was able to slip his entire head inside one with no trouble and get it back out. Sometimes his head held the bottle's shape which he thought was pretty funny in itself. But he just had to decide to go back to the shape it was suppose to be and it more or less happened right away. He just had to concentrate on what his head was suppose to feel, be shaped, like. He could feel his smushed snout force back out like rubber, making wet popping sounds. His skull unfolding and setting back into its correct shape and hardness. Soon nothing was out of place save maybe wet and beer smelling fur. \n“Transformation” Wallace had said, reading from a book he found among his reference works. “a art of body manipulation knownn only to Kitsume, Tanuki, and some Cats.”\nThe term made him think briefly of the old robots that turned into cars toys from when he was a child. Something that could change between forms. The new tanuki took a bottle in his hand and held it aloft, studding the shape, the color and how the light hit and traveled though the glass. He put his free hand up in the air and compared the two and concentrated. This was almost like a dream. The rules that framed his existence to this point had suddenly become optional. They could be bent, broken, reshaped and outright perverted. He imagined his hand getting shiny and hard, the shape becoming more rigid and inflexible. He thought about the fur becoming melted like sand becoming glass. He thought about light touching his skin and it going though it as if it was transparent...\n\nWallace dropped a bottle that cracked in two loudly. Daiquiri looked at him in surprise and saw the bunny pointing at the tanuki's arm. Daiquiri looked back and found that his arm was a dark green shade, the glass skin reflecting beads of light and tenting what went though it a green shade against the floor in shadow. He tried to twiddle his fingers, the fat almost square digits making pleasant klink klink sounds as their edges touched each other. His arm felt almost but not quite hollow. No bone was visible, instead the shape now held by the hard glass skin and shape and not a inside structure. It felt a hair cold, but he could feel warm air inside it, guessing the source as the rest of his still flesh insides past his armpit.\nIt had worked. \nAnd a plan was swiftly forming in his fuzzy head. \n“Wallace...get me something strong. I'm gonna need a lot more in me before I can pull this off...”\n\n\n\n\n\nHours pass and A buzz of static gets the attention of the two bodies in the room. Bourbon snorts a bit and wakes from his little nap and sees Big L rubbing his glossy smooth head and pressing the button of the intercom. The voice of the rabbit clerk comes though, “Sir, its noon. I have your morning scotch ready when you are.” \nBig L grunts a little as he eyes the clock on the wall, a ornate cuckoo he had won in London decades ago. The stupid bird never did pop out anymore. He yawned, giving Bourbon a view into his hollow cavernous throat and insides before his lips shut. It had been a good decade since Big L had tried to keep up with a tanuki in the pastime of boozing. His body processed liquor slowly and differently then a flesh one did but even he couldn't keep up with Bourbon. He could feel the liquid still sloshing inside his hollow belly as he moved. It had digested somewhat and was no longer drinkable but its alcoholic content was still present all the same. If he didn't drain it out he would eventually begin to get snookered again. As for Bourbon, one glance at the hairy little raccoon was enough to tell Big L he was already over the previous night's epic consumption of spirits. Big L grunted and finally answered Wallace, “Fine, bring it in.” He wouldn't take more then a sip, but he knew full well Bourbon would likely down the whole bottle before they were done. Big shifted around in his seat, the leather squeaking slightly under his slick skin. “So...” he started, waiting for to Bourbon to actually look at him and not at the now empty liquor cabinet across from them. “we ready to discuss your reason for showing up at my door step and drinking me dry?” he sighed. The tanuki smiled as he laid back in his seat, adjusting his wide rump in the chair before setting his feet up on the desk between them. His paws were well kept and the short claws on their tips were neatly trimmed. Big L debated how they would look on a key-chain or perhaps as a pair of slippers. “I suppose we should.” he answered. The cat took out a cigar from a case and started on it, breathing in the smoke and letting it waft out of the various holes in his hollow form. “I take it you have not found some way to undo this little...gift you left me.” he snorted. The tanuki shook his head. “I'm surprised you're still sore over that. You got exactly what you paid me to deliver.” he replied. Big L's painted on eyes rolled as the tanuki gave him a very practiced line and mimicked his voice. “He who takes this luck of white shall never age or decay, they shall live forever and a day.” \nThe ceramic feline grunted. “If I ever can prove that you knew what would happen before you gave that lucky charm to me, I'll make damn sure I have another trinket to add to the collection.” he growled and thudded his fingers on the desk. \nThe tanuki barely batted an eye at the threat. “I swear on my two best friends..” he smiled and patted his scrotum. The cat rubbed his head, knowing this argument was a waste of time. They had discussed it almost every time they ran into each other in the years sense. On cue, the door opened slowly as Wallace padded in, dressed in his formal vest and pants. In his paw was a silver tray, on It resting a short, squat bottle of scotch and a pair of glasses. Bourbon eyed the booze and licked his lip a bit as Wallace poured a a shot and gave it to his master before doing the same for the tanuki guest. Bourbon shook his hand and declined, reaching over and grabbing the bottle from the tray and taking a swig. \n\nDaiquiri almost screamed. He could feel his insides being touched, tasted and licked in a manner that made him want to cry out and beg for more of it. He felt the furred paws holding his body and upending him, his contents flowing downward into the greedy lips that suckled on his end. Bubbles of air burst up from inside his contents and splattered inside him, making things worse. He concentrated, trying to remember his form. He wished he had teeth to clinch at the moment. Glass, smooth and hard. A brownish tent but easily seen though. A short, round shape with a wide neck and a lip that let his contents pour out. A label around him with a generic logo and a collection of leaves and grapes decorating it. The collection of vines served as his eyes and a few stray grapes formed his pupils as he saw the world around him. Or at least, the tips of Bourbon's fingers as he held him. The brief swig was only a moment but it felt as if he had made love to him all night long until Daiquiri begged for more. He felt Bourbon's lips come off his own lip and set him down on the desk, the clunk making the liquor inside him slosh about. Part of him wished Bourbon wouldn't have stopped.\nDaiquiri had tested a few different approaches to this transformation, this one the least troublesome. His own mouth as the mouth of the bottle had left him feeling as if he was choking when they added the booze to him. Opening the top of his head up made him feel confused and distant, hard to concentrate. The best way they found was with the tanuki's butt up in the air and the rest of him sliming down to make a bottle with a anal opening. Embarrassment was a concept that was quickly loosing its meaning to him. The liquor was horribly cold going in but at least he could concentrate on keeping the form this way. Until Bourbon had darted his tongue up and down and around him at least. He wondered if his body had quivered or rippled. Anything that would have given him away. God only knows what would happen if they realized they were being spied on. He watched the pair converse and waited, nether seeming to take any action, ignoring him much like any other object on the desk. Everything was so big and looming over him, especially the giant bulk of Big L as the feline grimaced and took a short sip of his glass. He set it down next to a ashtray with a still burning cigar in it.\n\n“So, what is it you want?” Big L sneered and took a puff from his cigar. The smoke burned Daiquiri's printed grape eyes as he let it sit near him as he held it in his fingers. Bourbon rubbed his chin. “I need to get to the other side.” he said. The cat groaned, his hollow torso bellowing with air inside. “Oh for fuck's sake. Do you know how much that costs!?” he snapped. Bourbon was unfazed. “Nope...but I know you can get me and my...ward across.” \nThe cat took another drag on the cigar, the end quickly becoming ash. He blew the smoke out and huffed. “And why should I?” \nThe tanuki smiled and rubbed his cock idle. “I can give you something you know is quite worth your trouble...”\nThe cat put the cigar in his printed lips, holding it there. His brow furrowed and his painted on face became irritated but with a hint of...curiosity to it. Impressive for someone that was lacking a actual face to emote with. “Really now. I thought your kind didn't give that up unless it was in somebody's holes.” he laughed. If Bourbon was offended he didn't show it. “I know im asking a lot. But I know you. And I know if there stands to be a profit made...well then I can't say I've ever seen you pass it up.”\n\nThe cat sucked the cigar down to the last tip, the thing almost entirely a smoldering cinder before he finally extinguished it in the ashtray. “How many litters?” he asked, motioning for Wallace, who had stood perfectly still and out of the way this whole time, to take notes. Bourbon smiled. “Mmm...maybe a gallon or two. More if my rookie has become...potent yet.” \nBig L finished his drink. “How long has it been since you turned him?” \nBourbon smiled. “Not long. I see potential in him though...” he mused as his paw gripped the bottle again and took a quick swig. Daiquiri felt the tongue tease him again. \nThe cat smirked. “Does he have any idea of what you have gotten him into?”\nThe tanuki said nothing and held the bottle in his paws, resting it on his sheath tip. \nThe cat shook his head. “You little turd...” he muttered as he took the bottle from him and poured himself another glass, the rough handling making Daiquiri feel lightheaded as his contents sloshed around. \n“Fine. I'll see what we can do. MY choice of when and how.” he declared. \nBourbon didn't say a word to object. \nL handed the bottle back to him roughly as he stood up, his big body nearly knocking over the chair in the process. Daiquiri got a look at his very large, round rear as he started to leave. The cat's thick tail thrashed about, and below that was a very large and obvious hole. Said hole was literally plugged. Plugged with a cork. One the size of baseball. It occurred to the tanuki in disguise that not only was Big L hollow inside, but that any and all trips to the bathroom for him consisted of removing that big cork from his ass. The cat left the room, leaving Bourbon alone as he held the bottle in his paws. \n“Alone at last...” he said aloud. Daiquiri wondered briefly if Bourbon was merely talking to himself...but then the tanuki stuck his finger into his glass opening. He swirled it around until Daiquiri felt his face protrude from the bottom of the bottle and screamed in pleasure. A tiny hollow sounding squeak, but a sound of lust all the same. Bourbon giggled as he turned the bottle around, holding his thumb over Daiquiri's exit so he didn't loose his contents as Bourbon looked him in his much smaller face. He had regained his composure a bit, but he had grown a full tiny face at the bottom of the bottle that looked back up at Bourbon. He still had glass skin and was still transparent, but it could move and speak. Bourbon smirked. “Well, I am impressed.” he said as he licked Daiquiri's glass face, making him quiver in the larger tanuki's paws.\n“s..sstopp thatt!” he squeaked. Bourbon did so as he turned him back over, giving Daiquiri a lovely view of Bourbon's nut sac as the larger coon examined his butt hole. “I haven't tried being a bottle in years. You're form is good. You need to work on changing your sensations...”he informed him, licking his opening once again. He got a gasp and a shudder as payment for doing so. “That and you are very lucky our ceramic feline friend is hung over. You made that poor scotch taste like ass.”\nDaiquiri rolled his glass eyes. “Funny.” he muttered. Bourbon smiled and took another sip of the glass coon's ass, but his eyes got wide and he choked it down, resisting the urge to spit it onto the carpet. He looked down at his bottle and gasped, his eyes watering. It was giggling. He scowled and sat the bottle-coon down.\n“That's not funny. Don't mess with my booze Daiquiri. That ain't right...” he whined, wiping the taste from his tongue. The bottle giggled and rattled on the desk in a circle. Bourbon smirked as he saw that the tanuki bottle had become almost full again. That was a drink he would refuse this time. He stood up and picked him up, traveling to a potted plant in the corner of the room. He upended his partner over it and his contents poured out of him and into the potted soil. Weeks from now, Big L would find a piss stain on the floor and add another round of curses and damnation's onto the long list he already had towards Bourbon. The poor plant itself would be long dead. \n\nDaiquiri found a hollow sensation in his belly now that he was empty. Being a bottle was making him crave things. Being full. Being drunk from...\nHe grunted and started to enlarge in Bourbon's paw. The coon used both hands to hold him now as he grew, body fattening and his anus sinking back down towards his butt cheeks as they started to take shape. That looked much like a mushroom growing in reverse. A pair of glass beads formed nearby, growing larger and growing hair as his testicles began to reshape. Bourbon sat him down shortly as his arms formed and he was doing a hand stand as the fur over took his naked glass skin. His skin pinking and he let himself down onto all fours as soon as he was soft and flexible enough to do so. The tanuki stood and grunted, stretching his arms and popping his neck. \nBourbon clapped softly. “If I had a diploma id give it to ya.” he teased. He pointed towards the liquor cabinet and the reflection showed not one boozing god and a hairy human...it showed two fat tanuki.\n\nDaiquiri stared at himself in the mirror until he felt Bourbon's paw on his shoulder and found that he was now at his eye level. He was only a hair taller then him now, both of them barely 3ft from toe to ear tip. Bourbon smiled at him, Daiquiri's face a pallet of conflicted emotions. Part of him was...excited. He had enjoyed what he had done. The power, the possibilities. All of it was welling up inside him and he felt his face redden and his eyes on the verge of crying. He had pushed though to the other side of this little crazed fever dream...and there was no going back. The dream was real. And he was a figment of it forever. \n\nHis mentor kissed him softly, his lips insistent if nothing else. Daiquiri resisted only for a moment before he returned the gesture and gripped Bourbon's fat shoulders as he pulled him against him. Their bodies pressed against each other, fat breasts against breast, belly against belly, and of course, ball against ball. Daiquiri's tongue laid siege to the inside of Bourbon's mouth, taking him aback and the pair waddling into the back of the desk. The elder coon's paws found their way along Daiquiri's backside, gripping his ample love handles as he let the new deity have his way. Daiquiri ran his paws to Bourbon's nipples, finding them hard and quite large. He hadn't exactly looked before but he found he liked them. He pinched them till Bourbon gasped, the younger coon reaching down and bringing one of Bourbons fat man boobs to his lips and gnawed on it softly. Bourbon yelped and dug his paws into Daiquiri's back fat until the coon was actively pushing on him until he let himself flop onto the floor. The smaller coon was up on top of his elder in a instant, turning around on his fat belly until he rested his elbows on the tanuki's thick swollen sac. He found the coon's sheath, the skin stretching as the tip started to open up and the pink tip of the tanuki's penis peaked out to say hi. Daiquiri greeted it with his tongue, slipping it into the warm soft skin and pushing and lapping at it, more and more of the soft warm phallus pushing out into his open lips. Shortly the coon's length was filling his mouth and the new coon rested his soft wet nose on the older's nut sac, the thing like a pulsing warm pillow. He suddenly yelped in surprise, the sound choked by cock, as Bourbon's tongue found his asshole for the umpteenth time today. The practiced god's tongue slipped inside him and tasted him, still hints of booze inside it, and quickly learning how just to tease the former man just right. Bourbon reached up and pushed the boy's sizable balls to one side, the things dangling next to his armpit like basketballs in a bag as he reached under their bellies and found what he wanted. The fuzzy container of the coon's maleness. He pushed and pulled, rubbing and prodded until he shortly had the tanuki's dick in his paws and pressed against his chest. He saw that the shape was still somewhat human, but much thicker and bulbous then the man had known until the last 48 hours. He moaned all the same however. Daiquiri felt his maleness quiver and warmth spreading though it as he realized that it was being stretched and lengthened, both from his arousal, and that Bourbon was helping it along in some manner of transformation he had not initiated. He became aware that he might not be the only one who could control his newly changeable body. This was proven further as he felt his dick slip into Bourbon's lips and beyond. The thing was a good two feet long and he started to feel the sensations in it increasing to match. \nBourbon's mouth and tongue were masters of a art Daiquiri had only known though a handful of one night stands. The fact that he was effectually muzzled by Bourbon's fat maleness kept him from moaning too loudly.\nEventually he felt Bourbon's lips release him and he quickly came up off his cock, mouth tasting of salty pre that dribbled down his chin. He rested on Bourbon's belly, his cock and balls against his back and butt. He gasped and painted, almost brought to climax, looking down at the smirking Bourbon and h own dick. His dick...that had been twisted into a knot. Like a pretzel. He debated screaming but he felt no pain. In fact it felt much like a cock ring of all things. He touched it and he throbbed accordingly. \n\nThe cherry stem trick. Bourbon had done the cherry stem trick with his dick... He shuddered and panted, sweating. “Tha..t...that isn't stuck right?” he choked. Bourbon smiled. “Don't worry. When im done with you, you'll be able to do a lot more then party tricks...” he teased as he took the coon's cock in hand and untwisted it. Daiquiri bucked, shooting a streamer of white onto Bourbon's nose and muzzle. He turned red and started to open his mouth to apologize between panting gasps. Bourbon put his finger to his lip and shushed him. He stuck his tongue out and Daiquiri watched as the long wide thing reached up and licked the sticky leavings off his nose and snout in one fluid motion. He mmmed. “You taste like strawberry...”\n\n5\n\nWarmth...\n\n\nMotion around him. Soft pulsing darkness that pressed against his flesh and soothed him to his core and beyond. \n\nHeat, ever present and encompassing. His own warmth lost to it. Liquid all around him, submerged inside it, swimming, bobbing, melting into it. The world was one of taste, touch, and vibration. There was no light or sight. Everything was perfect...\n\nWake up...\n\nvibrations shake his home, jarring him back to coherence. He resits, attempting to will the cocoon of flesh and warmth to return him back to it's loving embrace and nirvana. \n\n“Wake up Daiquiri! Don't make me get you out the hard way...”\n\nMovement and a pulsing, the walls pressing and pushing against him. A outside force pressing on the outsides of the world. The form inside the warmth hardened and became more separate from the contents of the container he was inside. \n\n“don’t....le...leave me alone...” he begged.\n\n“Sorry. We got plans today.” the voice told him before he felt the world contract and pulse again as he began to become larger and pressed against its walls. \nA head, arms and legs, extra appendages and items came back into form and function before he felt a pressing around his head and slipping upward....\n\n\nBlinding light greeted Daiquiri as his snout and then eyes left the warm space. He struggled before his lungs reminded him to breath and he gasped like a fish. Air rushed back into his body and he cried out in a shudder as his body racked back to life and sensation. Great gobs of white sputtered down his lips and down his chin. He felt something on his head, rubbing his eyes clean of something slimy and sticky. He opened a eye and saw a giggling, raccoon headed, form smiling down at him. “Wakey wakey.” he teased as he leaned down and licked Daiquiri's head and muzzle, tasting his own leavings on his fur. Daiquiri groaned and struggled, hot pulsing flesh around his neck still wiggling and moving. He started to finally push and attempt to leave it's embrace as Bourbon helped. He rolled his thick foreskin down from around the taunki's shoulder blades and eased his fat neck and head out of the slippery urethra and into the cool air once again. Daiquiri panted and with a wet plop sound, extracted a arm from inside the older tanuki's penis slit. He used his free hand to grip Bourbon's shoulder as he pulled. The cum acted as grease that helped him slip upwards, his sizable gut and wide hips slowing his exit. The cock was not eager to let him leave it. Bourbon himself was enjoying the stretching truth be told. After a few more minutes of struggling and writhing, Daiquiri the tanuki flopped out onto the floor in a sticky wet heap, gasping and spread eagle. He took it all in as he became fully aware of sensation again. The world was solid. He saw, heard and smelt again. His belly gurgled and he realized he was having a bloated feeling. He belched and tasted Bourbon's juices. He could feel fluids leaking from all his holes, adding to the goo pool he lay in. \nHe stiffened slightly as he felt the fatter coon lay down beside him, hand dancing up his belly and making its way to his lips. Daiquiri smiled and took a fat digit in his lips and mmmed as he tasted it.\nBourbon smiled. “Sorry I had to wake ya up. We leave today.” he told him. Daiquiri let the finger leave his mouth and spoke, his voice shaky, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time. \n“So...wh...whats the pl..plan?” he grunted. The older tanuki smiled at him. “You'll find out soon. First though, help me collect this stuff...” he mused as he started to run a sponge though the semen on the floor and under Daiquiri's body. He soaked up a good amount and then rang the sponge out into a jar he had set to the side. Daiquiri sat up, his backside sopping wet with goo. “You...you're keeping this? Why?” he muttered. Bourbon smiled. “This is how we're paying for the trip.” \nDaiquiri staired at him for a good minute and a half while he decided it he was serious or not. Bourbon shrugged and collected the rest while he waited. \n\n\n\n\n“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Daiquiri spat. \nBourbon frowned slightly but his smile returned and put a finger to the younger tanuki's lips to shush him. Big L smirked with that painted on face of his. He was obviously enjoying this. “Well if I was “fucking” kidding, id have you bent over already.” he joked. Wallace rolled his eyes a bit but said nothing. Daiquiri pushed the finger away from his lip and spoke, exasperated. “You...you're gonna turn us into gold...? Like, gold gold?!” he asked, pointing at gold Buddha statue siting on desk nearby. The ceramic cat nodded. Bourbon added, a hand on Daiquiri's backside. “Of course he has a plan to turn us back...”, then looking at Big L, “right?”\nThe cat smiled, his eyes becoming thin slits and for a moment Daiquiri could swear he was looking at a oversized souvenir from a gift shop. “Of course. Just not right away...” he declared. The cat snapped his fingers and Wallace produced a silver tray with a pair of gold coins on it. The long gold coins glistened in the light and seemed almost unnaturally expensive. The cat took one in his hard paw and held it to the light. Daiquiri had the impression the cat was holding more money in his paw then he had ever made in his whole life. The cat spoke, as if delivering a sales pitch. “The curse is pretty simple. Picked it up in Singapore a few years ago. “ he started. “it goes “All be told, a fool and his gold. You will be worth your weight and sold””\nHe smiled and Bourbon nodded. Daiquiri remembered what he had heard of their history and wondered if this was merely a way to get “Even” with Bourbon. Of the little bit of information he had been fed by Bourbon, letting a stranger transform you was just short of suicide. Letting Bourbon change his body, his shape had been sensual and special. But like anything where one person is in control of the other, there was a risk. He trusted Bourbon. He didn't have all that much reason to but he did. He knew in his heart he did. And he was at least, fairly sure that Bourbon would not hurt him. Big L was another matter entirely. He swallowed thickly and listened to the rest of the speech. “Basicly, you're turned to solid gold. You'll be property and the curse operates under those rules. “ Bourbon interrupted him, “so, once we are no longer your property...” and Big L finished, “you will be “worth your weight” and the curse will end.”\nDaiquiri thought a moment and spoke, “so basicly you sell us for profit.” The cat nodded before adding, “not much of one I'd expect. Shipping you two will cut into my margins for sure.” \nBourbon smirked and slapped his belly, making a rumbling sound. Daiquiri rolled his eyes but went back to his thoughts. “Will...will it hurt?”\nThe cat shrugged. Bourbon put his paw on Daiquiri's shoulder and smiled at him. The former man smiled back, weakly. This seemed like a big step...until he considered what had happened to him the last few days. \n“Sounds good to me.” Bourbon answered and shook Big L's ceramic paw. The tanuki looked back at his partner and waited. Daiquiri looked back at him, right into his eyes. Those big eyes that danced with mischief...but not malice...\n\n“OK, I’m in.” he sighed and didn’t look away. \n\n\n“That plug...” Daiquiri whispered to Bourbon as they walked behind Big L as he lead the way. No matter how many times Daiquiri had seen the big cork in the cat's round wide ass, It had yet to loose its ability to distract him. Bourbon smiled. “It does come out. He's not too exciting inside. Like fucking a teapot.” he said a bit too loudly. They both could hear the grit of ceramic as the cat lost a step briefly. He answered back. “Be lucky I couldn't find a spell to make you into teabags.”\nDaiquiri couldn’t decide which kind he was threatening them with. Regardless, they came to a room that bore a thick lock. Wallace, who had been padding in the rear of the group, dashed up and handed a key to the feline. A few turns and the door came open and they all stepped in. The sights inside made Daiquiri wish they had not. The bright white room was square in shape, not much bigger then a board room. However it was lined wall to wall with art. Paintings, vases, sculpture, and busts adored with jewels and gold. It reminded Daiquiri too much of a tomb from Egypt. A Egyptian tone was not part of the decor but almost everything else was. A bust of Jaguar god made of blood red stone. A Celtic cross that bled old age. A jade Buddha bigger then the 4 of them. And lined in the center was a collection of statues. Golden ones. The group walked to this attraction and Daiquiri whined a bit in his throat as he saw them. A short dragon like creature, its body long and snake like with delicate whiskers. It keeled over a blue orb that glowed slightly like a black light. It was a masterwork of sculpture. But tale tail signs signaled it was no work of art. Old scars and cuts on its scaled hide. One of the chicken like legs was missing a toe and the wound had healed over. And on the underside, where Bourbon had taken a look at, there was a pair of round firm testicles below a hard gold anus. Bourbon touched it and Daiquiri smacked his paw. He sneered slightly. This little dragon that was about the size of a small car, was alive. Or at least, as alive as being turned to gold could be. Daiquiri spat out abruptly “...I thought you said you had tested this thing?” \nthe cat glared at him and smirked a little. The little nerve that Daiquiri had built up was fading fast. \n“It does work. That doesn’t mean I’ve not...kept a few deadbeats.” he said as he taped the dragon's head. The new tanuki felt a rage in his heart he had never known. His fur bristled and his nuts swelled up slightly, hardening inside and becoming much more like bowling balls inside a pillow case. The perfect thing to break that teapot into pieces. \nHe felt Bourbon's paw on his shoulder and the tension eased a bit. Wallace stood next to his master, his tone apologetic. “They haven’t' been here too long. And many of them have paid off their debt and then came into owing money to Mr. L again...” he muttered, not looking the statues in the face. Daiquiri looked at the other statues that made a half circle around the dragon. A human with the face of a pig and extra breasts sat on her haunches with a her hands up to hold something. A smile on her snout. Next to her was a cat man who stood upright and was dressed with jewels and a bit of chain-mail over his body. He was tarnished and old looking, stained. His cock was encased in a elaborate chastity device. His face was blank and his eyes wide open, staring ahead forever. And next to that was a minotaur who towered over them, his thick muscled body perfectly preserved in the gold. He was erect and his massive balls gave both tanuki a bit of deeja-vu. He was smiling ear to ear despite his situation.\nDaiquiri wondered if some of them had done this willingly. It was a question he knew he'd never get a answer to. He looked Bourbon in the face. He seemed for the first time somewhat serious. He met the gaze and his smile came back. He mouthed “Trust me” silently. Daiquiri frowned a bit but sighed heavily and let the anger leave him best he could. \n“We ready ladies?” the cat asked, getting a huffed sound from Daiquiri. He nodded and motioned to Wallace. He had produced a set of props and set them down. “Make yourselves presentable” the ceramic cat suggested as he took the gold coins he had brought with him and shined them up with a rag. The pile of props consisted of straw hats, a pair of shalls with kanji on them and a few empty jugs. Bourbon looked a bit annoyed. He muttered “Tourist shit” as he put on one of the shalls, the thing red with a white circle with the black lettering in the center. It reached down to just above his navel and just above his ass crack in the back. Daiquiri took the other matting one and dressed the same, the fabric feeling itchy. He started to take one of the plastic jugs but Bourbon slapped his paw. He wiggled his finger back and forth, pointing at the real jar he had tied to his waist. That thing hardly ever left his side and still was full of booze rationed from Daiquiri's apartment. “We'll get you a real one later.” Bourbon promised and Daiquiri nodded. He passed the younger coon one of the hats and put his own on. The round things were wok shaped and seemed just as cheaply made as the shalls. “Now, pick a pose. Look expensive.” Big L ordered as he muttered something under his breath and blew on the coins in his paw. The things started to glow a bit and there was now a dull ringing sound in the air. Daiquiri swallowed again as he watched Bourbon waddle to a reed mat that had been set down on the floor. A spot for them Daiquiri realized. Sweat rolled down his chin and down his fat neck and chest. Bourbon knelt down and thought a moment. They all watched as he let himself become a bit smaller, contracting in size and weight. Everything shrank in proportion and soon he was about a foot shorter and thinner. He was standing now but his short legs were obscured by his still big and saggy balls. He looked uncannily like the traditional tanuki statues that Daiquiri had seen years ago. A round but long body. Short small arms and legs. A big belly and balls touching the ground. And a big head with a round full face. He smiled back at them, happy to put on a show as he motioned to Daiquiri. He came up to him and thought a moment, thinking about his size and shape. He imagined being smaller and longer, more compact. The room became bigger and Daiquiri was shortly looking Bourbon in the eyes. “Up.” he told him and held his paws up. Daiquiri's eyes got wide. “You..you want me to stand on your shoulders?” he asked. Bourbon nodded. Daiquiri swallowed a bit and waddled to his backside. His tail was smaller and he held it out like a ladder to help Daiquiri climb up his fat backside. The coon struggled to get up onto his friend's head and hands, mushing a foot into his face more than once before he got into place. He stood up slowly, putting his own tail to Bourbon's head and against the back of to help balance. He concentrated as his belly and breasts got smaller and his proportions changed. Longer and compacted as he put his arms up to his chest and griped his hands together, resting his moobs on them. He felt a shuffling under his sac as it drew up and shrank as well. He looked down and saw Bourbon's head as he adjusted himself under him, Daiquiri's balls resting just in front of the hat on his head. The reed hat rustled and the pair messed with it in a attempt to make it comfortable. It was soon torn in half and disregarded. Daiquiri blushed as he felt Bourbon rest his entire body on his head. His balls were tickled by Bourbon's ears as he got comfortable. Daiquiri smiled and soon the pair looked identical in shape and design save the color of their fur.\nBig L looked them over and nodded. He tilted the hat still on Daiquiri's head a bit to one side and said, “Good enough. Now, say ahh...”\nBourbon's lips came open and one of the gold coins was placed on his tongue. Daiquiri held his lips shut for a few moments as he looked Bourbon in the eyes. He opened his own mouth and felt the cold thing be placed on his tongue. There was a metallic sting. Much like licking a battery. Daiquiri started to spit but he felt a odd numbness to his tongue. His eyes became wide as he looked down and saw Bourbon's open mouth as he titled back. He could see easily as the gold coin bubbled and dissolved, coating Bourbon's tongue in karat. He watched the metal flow like paint over his gums and then over his teeth, giving him a gold “grill” briefly. He put his head back in position as he felt his own tongue starting to harden and then he was unable to move it to feel the process on his own teeth. He was suddenly unable to talk and made a squeal as he felt Big L's big hands on his shoulder and head, gripping him. “Hold still.” he growled as the tanuki felt one of his big round fingers put into his open lips to hold it open. He struggled but found the cat much stronger then he expected as he felt his jaw lips harden. The cat held him firm until a stiffness bled into his neck and then he was let go. The instinct was to jerk his head around but Daiquiri's neck stood stiff. Locked in place, looking ahead. He tried to scream but he only made a guttural sound that was more of a sequel. The process sped up as he felt the liquid bleed down his throat into his belly. Fullness started to develop in his gut, like he had been fed lard and soon a bloated sensation filled his lower half. He ran his paws hurriedly around his middle and felt coldness on his fingertips as he felt his navel. He could feel the gold wetness bleeding out of his navel and onto his belly fur, hardening it. He squealed again as the cat held his arms back into position. He struggled until the cat whispered to him, “I'm going to leave a note for you two for when ya wake up. You ever smuggle anything before?” he asked in a half teasing way. Daiquiri couldn’t answer as his jaw was glistening and hard as rock. He did make a squeal and jerked a bit as he felt something shove its way into his asshole roughly. He winced and teared up a bit as he felt the round object in his tush. And then he cried a little as he felt his butt hole firm up solid around it. After a moment the object was removed and felt Big L's fat finger inside his asshole as he felt around. “That'll do.” as he removed his fingers and wiped the gold slime off them. Daiquiri was only able to watch as Wallace came up to his front and gently wiped his eyes for him. “Sorry...i'll...i'll keep you both clean and safe till we sell you. I promise.” he muttered and barely was able to keep his composure. Daiquiri himself was in the middle of a panic attack. Only his eyes showed that as his face was quickly freezing into what looked like a slightly befuddled expression with his mouth open in a O shape. He felt his arms harden and soon they held tightly in place. He tried to relax or twitch his muscles but nothing happened. He felt his sac harden again and hear a bit of metal on metal scraping sounds from below him as he knew Bourbon's head must have solidfed under his butt. He winced, as if he had been punched in the belly. Bourbon was a gold statue. He couldn’t even see him. Part of him was thankful for that. He watched silently as his throat hardened and Big L and Wallace walked around and stood in front of them. The ceramic cat smiled and waved a bit. Wallace looked away. Gold seeped into the edges of the taunki's vision and soon he saw nothing. He twitched and jerked a few more times. His mind screamed and tried to fight, but nothing stopped the spell. \n\n\nA gold tanuki statue, a pair, one standing on the head of the other, stood in the room and glinted in the light. It didn’t move, still as death. Wallace held back tears. Big L spat a bit. “Little pricks.” he turned and started out the door as he yelled back. “Take pictures and get them on the market. I want them gone as soon as possible.” \nWallace suddenly jerked upright. He couldn’t believe his big ears. The boss never sold these things. Never. He had the cat statue for at least the 30s. “What!?” he yelped. The cat turned around and glared at him with his painted face. “Are you deaf? I want them fucking sold and gone!” he roared. Wallace stammered. “But...but you nev...” the cat strode up to him and towered over the bunny faced man. “I am in the market for luck and money Wallace.” he bellowed. He looked at the statues and flicked the top tanuki's head, making a smudge and a soft plink sound. “And that little ass is bad luck. Both of them are! Bourbon is a not a natural tanuki...” his white ceramic face heated up, redding a bit. “...the last time that little bastard almost ruined me. And now he made another damn primate into a tanuki!?” steam blew from the sides of his ass cork as whatever booze still left in his belly boiled. “Little fucker even spied on us! I should broke him over Bourbon's fat fuckin head!” he knelt in front of the gold tanuki and looked right at Daiquiri's wide solid eyes. They looked back with a blank stair. “Do you think I like being a walking tea pot you little nut sac!?” he screamed, spittle hitting the gold face. \nBig L felt the carpet under his feet start to melt and burn. He was boiling hot and steaming. He could feel the steam in his torso trying to escape. He sighed and tried to regain his composure. The cat felt to his backside and adjusted the cork in his ass a bit, a geyser of steam blowing from the hole. The pressure and heat lessened and he pushed the cork back in fully. He muttered to himself and sighed. “They are bad luck to me. I want them sold. Tanuki only bring luck to themselves. And human ones....” he slammed one of his paws against a tray of diamonds and gold, sending its contents flying in the air and raining down on them. He left the room, leaving Wallace standing alone. The silence was total once the sound of Big L's heavy footsteps left the hallway. Wallace looked at the carpet and saw melted scorched foot prints that faded and stopped a few feet from the door. The bunny man looked back to the tanuki statues and said aloud to no one but himself...”they were both...humans?”\n\n6\n\nLoss of one's senses was a quick way to loose one's mind.\n\nDaiquiri was finding that out first hand. There was no sight, no sound, no taste and no smell. His solid gold skin gave him only the faintest sense of touch. It was enough to feel when something was touching him but it was nothing but a difference in pressure against his body. He had no way to orientate himself and soon which end was up was as lost to him as the rest. He was in a state of almost total sensory deprivation. Trapped there. \nNo matter how much he screamed and begged inside the tomb his body had transformed into, no release came. Time passes and the statue has no way to know if he has been this way for days, years or decades. He screamed louder in his gold husk and no one could hear him...No one would ever hear him again...\n\n\nTime passes...\n\n\nThoughts come together. Drifts of smokey thought that soon lend to a form and a body. As soon as he is corporeal, the body screams. He screams and pounds at the blackness encasing him. He does not want to be here. He has been here too long and is afraid that he will soon not just be encased in the blackness: he will be a part of it. \nHe punches and kicks, begging and crying. He doesn't pray. He spent so long doing that the words lost meaning. He doesn't curse those he knows. He did that so long that he doesn't remember their names. Suddenly, the blackness gives way.\nIt takes a unknown amount of time for that to register to the body. Something had happened. Hope came to him. It was something he missed. \nHe feels a wet crunch and soft cold sensation falling upon him. He has to remember what that sensation was. Dirt. Earth. Soil. He felt it burying him. He screamed again, less of insanity and more of triumph. The soft earth is in his mouth and he swallows it down so that he can breath more in. his brain tells him that doesn't make sense but then again, nothing did. He pushes though the wet softness and soon feels it moving and giving way. \nEscape. The promise of merely leaving the darkness was something he would give his soul for. He fought and dug. Burrowing and screaming and crying. \nLight slammed his face as he forced his head from the ground. His eyes blinked wildly, dirt falling from them with tears. He saw nothing but blind white light that faded to a cool dark blue. He vomited earth from his belly as he climbed further. The cold air on his furry body made him ache and briefly wish he couldn't feel the pain again. He crawled on his hands and knees, crying and puking until his belly was empty and nothing came up but slime. He wiggled along the soft ground like a baby as he struggled to make his eyes work again. Forms started to take shape in the blurs. Rounded squares sticking up from the earth. Tall stick like shapes with branches. The words for what they were took their sweet time to come back to his mind. \nTombstones. \nTrees. \nHe looked up and saw a glowing white circle. The moon. \nHe stood up, screaming as he did. Behind him was a grave. His own. He could almost hear it, begging him to crawl back into its black wormy embrace...\n\n\nThe tanuki walked. Walked, ran and crawled. Sometimes his feet felt weightless. Other times they hurt so bad they bled. His balls drug along the dirt, leaving a trail behind him. Sometimes they were so large he waddled as he drug them along. Other times they were so small he thought he was a quire boy. Time didn't pass he came to decide. The sights and sounds didn't change. The night was eternal. The moon lit his way though the forest and graves so at least, he had something to comfort him. A light could be your best friend. It was silent and always content to hear his babbling cry's. It didn't judge. It merely was a presence to light his way. He kept his head up towards the heavens, afraid to look down at what waited for him at the ground. The graves and trees. The plant-life was dead, blackened and smelt of rot. If he touched one, the fur fell out on his hand and his skin would flake off. It would come back by the time he looked away from the sky again. The graves were not a good alternative. Every time he stopped to look at one closely, he would see upturned earth. Sometimes he saw his own bones. Misshapen animal bones that were too long and bipedal to be those of a raccoon. Too inhuman to be mistaken for a person. \nOther times he would see a rotten mummy contorted half in the dirt. Hollow eyed things that looked back at him and smiled with rotted teeth. The last time he looked, he saw a golden cadaver of himself waving back at him. It spoke in a whisper “Keep going. This is not your ending...”\nHe ran. \nThe moon guided him. \n\n\nTime passes and soon there is sound. Music. He cried. He hadn't heard anything but his own screaming for so long he almost forgot what music sounded like. It was a soft sound that he soon remembered as jazz. That gave way to a harmonica that played a song he remembered from another life time ago. Eventually the wood ended. Or at least, there was his destination anyways. The woods merely parted to make way for it. He smiled. His lips felt like they smiled so wide they would crack his head apart. But he smiled. \n\nHe had found a bar. \n\n\nDaiquiri sat down a few feet from the bar for a very long time. He cried. He screamed. Sometimes he spat obscenities at it until he was hoarse. The thing that had been his life, and had ruined it. It was there in front of him again. It was incapable of mocking him but he still wished it would stop doing it all the same. It took him a very long time before he decided to actually go inside. The square shaped building had a wooden porch with a few chairs on it. It was old and creaked but it wasn't uninviting. Empty bottles sat on tables and on the porch rails. He tasted every one, finding them full of dust. Nobody had been here save the cobwebs for a very long time. The door hung open and he could hear the music still humming along. He stepped inside.\n\n\nIt was every bar he had ever been in his life. Some corners looked like the dives from college. Others were pubs. One was even that gay bar he had been drug to in his more adventurous bachelorhood. He knew these places. He had lived many years in them. This place was all of them at once. He turned around in a circle and the bar became another dozen different locations before he had finished the revolution. The lights, the decor, even the stinks changed with every glance and turn. His belly swooned and he wondered if he would puke the same pukes he had experienced in these places. He walked towards the counter and pulled himself up onto a stool. As he pulled himself up, the previously too tall counter had sank down to his level. He remembered it being larger but the bar changed to accommodate him. He glanced back around and saw the various tables, dartboards and even a stripper pole had come down to his proportions. He shook his head, disorientated. He turned back to the bar and found a furred, smiling face looking right at him. \n\nBourbon sat a bottle of scotch on the counter and passed Daiquiri a glass. \n“You look like you could use a drink.”\n\nBourbon crashed into the bottles behind him, making a horrible noise and sending shards of glass and booze all over. The tanuki put his hand to his eye and cursed. Daiquiri stood up on the counter, rubbing his fist. The older tanuki growled. “That's a fine fucking way to say hi.” \nDaiquiri said nothing as he breathed heavily. Bourbon pulled himself up, dusting the glass from his fur and rubbing his eye. It started to swell up and turn purple. His feet crunched glass as he got up but there no blood that Daiquiri could see. The younger tanuki breathed deeply and slowly, regaining his composure before he adjusted his testicles under himself and sat upon them. It was a trick he had been shown by the elder coon and was quite comfortable. His anger had made his nuts hard as concrete at the moment however. He didn't want comfort. He was too pissed off. The old coon grunted as he adjusted the little apron and tie he wore and took a bit of ice from a bucket beneath the bar. He put it to his eye as he leaned on the counter and looked up at his ward. The coons said nothing for a long time before Daiquiri sighed. Bourbon rubbed his eye a bit more before he spoke. “You can say “I told you so” if that'll make ya feel better.”\nDaiquiri grunted a bit at that. Bourbon scowled and rubbed his brow. Daiquiri broke in with a question. His tone was sharp and quick. “Are we dead?” \nBourbon took a shot of something strong enough to curl his toes before he answered. “No.”\nthe younger coon sniped back “but...”\n“...but we're not alive either at the moment...” Bourbon finished. Daiquiri's fur bristled but he didn't leave his seat yet. “So which is it?”\n“Neither. Or both. I don't know exactly. This is...new.” he muttered. Bourbon not having a answer for something? Now that was worrisome Daiquiri thought. \n\nHe took the bottle that he had been offered and took a swig. It burned his belly and he welcomed the sensation. “So, what is this then?” he asked, motioning at their surroundings. Bourbon shrugged a bit. “If I had to take a guess, this is in our minds. Well, this is yours specificity I think. I take it you didn't just wake up here right?” he asked. Daiquiri shook his head and shuddered slightly. Bourbon nodded and took another shot. He belched and slapped the glass back on the counter. “I wont bore ya with how I got here. Wasn't pleasant.” he added. He paused and rubbed his chin. “this place isn't somewhere I've been. This is all yours isn't it? Places you've been?” he asked. Daiquiri nodded and looked around, the bar still shifting between various locals he had spent shit faced hours inside. Daiquiri thought for a moment before he spoke. “So...we..we're sharing these...memories?”\nBourbon nodded. “Guess so...” he replied. The bar itself darkened a bit as the lighting became more somber and the lamps changed from bulbs and fixtures to candles and paper lights. The smell changed from puke and booze to cigarettes and fish odor as Daiquiri watched the place transform into what he assumed was a place Bourbon had been to. A Japanese bar or maybe a restaurant. Bourbon smirked at their surroundings and spoke something that Daiquiri couldn't understand. Bourbon realized that Daiquiri couldn't understand him but kept speaking all the same. He kept talking until his words started to slur into a dialect that the younger coon could understand. “....I got snookered here many times. Best saki I ever had...” he spoke. Daiquiri nodded and saw that the booze on the walls had changed to Japanese brands, labels and types. The bottle of scotch on the table had become a container of warm saki. Bourbon poured them both a glass. “Never had saki...well..normal saki at least.” Daiquiri muttered in what he suddenly realized was Japanese. Bourbon smirked as Daiquiri grabbed at his lips before shaking his head. The place smelt of fresh fish and sushi and both of their bellies rumbled. Daiquiri took a swig of his glass, his toes and tail fidgeting from the smack it had. He giggled as the gravity of things settled on him. “Guess you can still be hungry when you're dead.”\n\n“You can do a lot of things when you're dead.”\n\nThe voice was cold and felt like icy vapor upon your neck as it drifted in the room. The lights flickered and most went out until the room was lit by a single candle above them. The heavy shadows left nothing visible save the shape of the coon's faces in the light. Warm life in a room that had become deathly still and cold in a instant. No one spoke until there was a rattled chuckle. Followed by the snap of what sounded like bones against each other. A shape leaned into the candlelight and smiled a toothy grin. A smile that was nothing but teeth. Dull yellowed bone caught the lighting and gave the hinted shape of a canine skull with its fangs producing a gallows grin. \n\n“Come now, I though your kind was suppose to be...heh...lively lushes”\n\nit told them. the skull's jaw barely moved but the voice produced was unimpeded by the lack of lips or a tongue. The thing's hand and arm came into view as they reached for the bottle of saki on the counter. Daiquiri's fur felt almost icy as he realized the thing was siting on the bar stool next to him. Bones, tiny and long things that moved as if flowing in water, created fingers that gripped the bottle and delicately poured a shot. The liquid filled the glass in much the same way that the creature's bones flowed in what appeared to be a membrane of black ink. The edges of it seemed to lick and wave like oil suspended in water, a constant motion save the hard bones within it. The two tanuki looked at it's face as it smiled at the glass and slurped it noisily. A pair of white specks deep in the empty obits of his skull looked out at them, and though them at the same time. He sighed as he set the glass down and ran a finger bone along the rim of it. The bit of booze film left there darkened and stained the glass. \n\n'wh..what do you want?” Bourbon whispered, his voice dry in his throat. The creature made a grinding noise, bones against bone, as it looked at him, appearing to be smiling ear to non existent ear. No lips will give that effect. \n\n“Oooh just making what you could call a house call.”\n\nit told him, leaning over the bar and running one of his bone fingers along Bourbon's cheek. The coon shuddered and pulled away. The thing's body was wide and thin, in the poor light there was no way to tell where it ended and the darkness began. It giggled, a sound that would haunt them both for the rest of their days. \n\n“Oh don't be soo droll. I'm not here to...collect. Neither of you are quite ready for the dirt.”\nhe smoozed, leaning in and breathing in the air around Daiquiri. \n\n“Even if you've been digging a hole already.” \nhe smiled. Daiquiri shivered and realized he was covered in mud and dust from before. He had forgotten that fact and it only now reappeared on his body. \n\n“I just wanted a drink. Not often I get one. Especially not from the same person twice...”\nhe cooed as he eyed Bourbon once again. \n\n“You are a bit...fuzzier then last time I saw you. But it is you...”\nhe chatted cryptically. There was a odd glow coming from the center of the inky blackness as the creature reached into its own body and lifted it to the surface. A hourglass full of gold sand that he eyed and turned. Neither of the tanuki could see the grains moving and it occurred to Daiquiri that the reaper was the only one who could. \n\n“No, not your time yet. Or yours..mister...Daiquiri is it now? Heh, I'll have to adjust my records.”\nit addressed them, making them both contemplate pissing themselves. Daiquiri did a little. \nDeath replaced his timepiece inside his torso casually as they watched the glow fade away. He smiled and stood up from his seat, leaving himself invisible in the blackness save the faint gleam of his bone face. \n\n“Adieu' you two. I do hope you have some more liquor with you when me meet again. A drinking contest with a tanuki is a game I would most enjoy...”\nhe spoke before the skull floating in the shadows faded into them and was lost. \nEverything was still for a long time. The pair of warm bodies scarcely moved and only let out soft quick breaths, afraid of somehow breathing in any of their visitor. The lights started to flicker back to life, until the room was lit once more. The bone & ink creature had left them. \nBourbon, his face still pale as a sheet, let out a cracked shrill sound somewhere between a scream and a laugh. Tears ran down his reddening cheeks as he was shortly giggling like a idiot. Daiquiri realized he smelt like pee and was siting in soggy fur. He felt his lips part as he..smiled. And joined his friend in mad laughter. \n\n\nThe booze flowed like water for many a hour after that. \nShots, swigs, jugs, guzzles, slurps and gulps were taken again and again. Time lost meaning once more as the pair drank and drank and drank. The room lost it's form and became more of a blur of colors and structures as they needed them. One tanuki would move to sit and a chair would just be there for his wide soft rump to occupy it. A hand would reach for a drink, and one would be found every time. At some point, one of them had the idea to bath in the flow from a tap. That lead to the pair sucking the alcohol from each others fur and then flesh. Lips met lips, sucking and tasting and kissing. Lips found cocks, fingers and nipples. They traveled up and down each other, lost in lust and drunkenness. They found each others rump cracks rather effective places to pour drink upon and then run their snout though as they slurped it up. Bourbon at some point took hold of his penis and pulled on the maleness until he shaped it into a wide tall glass. He promptly poured liquor and ice into it and helped shove his lover's face inside, the younger coon happily slurping the contents into his own bottomless maw. Their bodies became more and more mailable as they became drunker and drunker. Limbs became soft and floppy. Faces drooped and barely held racoon'ish shapes. Holes were entered with all manner of fingers, limbs and any other body part that was handy. Things became indistinguishable between the two as they became a warm throbbing mass of booze soaked flesh, fur and sex. If they were dead, well, this was a nice way to pass the time they both decided. And pass the time they did...\n\n\n\nTime passed and like all things, even the drunken sex and debauchery faded. Daiquiri didn't remember when they had stopped, or if it had been more of a gradual slow down of their activities. But the pair had found themselves at, no surprise, the bar. It may have been the same one they had been in earlier. Or it may have been a new one they had imagined simply to serve as a rest stop between their own unending 2 man orgy. Time had no meaning and thus it didn't matter. Daiquiri felt Bourbon's hand on his penis, gently kneading the end of it, making him stiffen slightly. He didn't mind as he felt his cock start to lengthen and then roll around the other tanuki's finger. It was no different then if he was curling a lock of hair in his fingertip. Daiquiri rubbed the older coon's hair, playing with it a bit. He did notice a change. A soft grey streak along what would pass for sideburns on a character that was covered head to toe in fur. Bourbon was older then he had let on but he had never shown any hint of age when he was in his real form. The grey at his temples was new. “This from the bone man?” Daiquiri asked eventually. He felt Bourbon stiffen but got a soft grunt in reply. Yes then. Still, something was coming back to him. The reaper. It had implied something. It was acting as if it had met Bourbon before. And that “fuzzy” crack...\nsomething clicked in Daiquiri's head. He stood up straight and looked at Bourbon as if he was just now really seeing him. \n“You...you were human...”\n\n\nEverything went black. Cold. The world disappeared.\n\n\nDaiquiri gasped for breath as he found himself submerged. He slapped at the surface of what apparently was the sea. The bar was gone and he had dropped into the middle of a leaping churning ocean. He could swim somewhat but never had to find out if he could swim in a angry current. He couldn't. The sea slapped and beat him like he owed it money. His body ached and the cold dulled him. Bubbles escaped his lips as he went under the foaming waves. The darkness licked at his toes once again. \nNot again not again not again...\n\nA harsh grasp above his neck.\nThe scruff of his skin was being pulled on and dragging him up and out of the black ocean. The tanuki gasped and sputtered, hacking up saltwater as he found himself on top of something buoyant and warm. He spun around, wondering what the hell had saved him before he saw Bourbon. The tanuki sat with his legs crossed and seemingly in deep thought. “I'll have to thank Big L next time I see him.” he spoke suddenly, proving that he was not meditating after-all. Daiquiri stood up, falling over as he realized they were still on the moving seas. Sea legs would come later he decided as he crawled towards the seated tanuki. As he approached he noticed that he couldn't see Bourbon's usually hard to miss scrotum. Once he realized that, he looked down and felt what he had been crawling upon, the very thing they were floating on in this sea. A big, furred, and somewhat wrinkled, pair of buoyant orbs that connected under Bourbon's legs as he sat upon it. A testicular flotation device as it were. Big enough to accommodate the pair of them and more. Daiquiri rubbed his head. Nothing could be simple anymore it seemed....\n\n“Thank him for what?” he finally asked. Bourbon smiled “Giving me something to reflect on while i'm here. Something I forgot.” he said cryptically before he pointed in the distance. Daiquiri had never expected to see what was on the sea ahead of them. Everything to this point had been like a insane bender that was scarcely connected to reality. To the real world. He felt like he had been slapped. The real world had roughly stuck it's dick in him and wasn't asking for permission. \nA boat. Not just any boat. The boat that when you think of that word, it is likely in the top 3 or 4 images that comes to your head. History was floating ahead of them. \nThe Titanic. \n\n7\n\nThe ship was in the water a few hundred yards ahead of them, massive in scale. Daiquiri had never been on or seen a ocean liner in person so the sheer size and scale of the thing were enough to give him shudders. They were watching a moment in history. The ship had already stuck the iceberg and started to sink. The back end was nearly submerged to the deck, while the front half of the boat was a good five to ten feet out of the water's surface. If he remembered the movie right, the boat was going to snap in half in due time. The one thing that was absent however, was the sounds. There were no screams. No cry's for help from the drowning and no sign of the dead in the water. “Where..where is everyone?” the younger coon asked. Bourbon answered “I was inside the boat still. I couldn't really hear them from where I was. I don't remember the sounds. I only know the boat broke in two when I saw the newspapers later.” Daiquiri's fur bristled and he gripped Bourbon's shoulders “You were INSIDE the boat!?” he squealed. Bourbon nodded as there was a sudden motion. They were moving. The ocean waves started to get heavier as they moved the testicle boat towards the doomed ship. Once they were close enough to look up at the massive dripping underside of the vessel, Bourbon stood and gripped Daiquiri's testicles with his hands. Daiquiri gasped and slapped Bourbon's backside. The older coon ignored him as he hefted the youngster's nuts up into his arms, stretching them a bit as he started to pull on them. The coon shuddered and tapped his foot as his skin started to expand and become thinner, his testicles seeming to disappear as his nuts became much like a baggy tarp. Bourbon put his lips to his lover's cock. Daiquiri expected a sucking but instead felt him..blowing?\nThe pleasing sensation continued as he watched and felt as warm air flowed into his flat empty sac. They started to inflate, becoming less floppy and getting rounder. Bigger and bigger. Larger and fuller. Soon they were nearly as big as the floating nuts they were still standing on. \n“There, now to get you going...” Bourbon smiled, Daiquiri not sure what to do. Bourbon hefted the other coon's sac up over his shoulders and held the 2 fat balls in the air as if hefting up a testicular trophy. And then a odd thing happened. They started to lift up. To float. The fact that the rules of physics were optional in this world was being demonstrated live. “Oh god you made me a balloooooon!” Daiquiri screamed as he started to become much more buoyant and his nuts lifted up, dragging him with them. He flipped upside down as they took off like a pair of hairy zeppelins. The coon squealed again as he felt Bourbon grab his shoulders and climb up onto his backside, hanging off him like a chimp. Daiquiri barely caught a glimpse of Bourbon's own giant testicles shriveling up and retreating back between his legs as they soon were 10, 15, 25 feet in the air.\n\nThe air born tanuki rose just alongside the boat's side. Daiquiri was careful to keep his arms and legs away from the vessel as they passed inches from the various port holes and hard sharp edges. Barnacles and seawater clung to the ship as they could both hear its creaks and bellows. It's end was soon to come. After floating aimlessly for a few minutes, Daiquiri screamed out, “Do you know where we're going!?”\nBourbon shrugged. “I'm just looking for a way inside that isn't the deck. I don't feel like sliding down to the bottom, do you?” \nThe younger coon rolled his eyes. “This is a dream isn't it?!”\nBourbon nodded, correcting “Memories.”\n“Whatever. Can't you just...remember a door or something!?” \nDaiquiri snapped back. Being hung upside down by his floating testies was making him likewise testy.\nThe older coon rubbed his chin, debating that. After a moment there was a great groan of steel as they floated up to what apparently was just what Daiquiri had wanted: a door. A door that was shaped like the silhouette of a tanuki. A short fat shape with a wide belly and a pair of round orbs that hung down below the space made for the legs. \n“Showoff” one of them muttered. \n\n\n\nAfter a awkward landing, in which one coon had to drag the other into the opening by his neck and back fat, the pair were inside the ship. Bourbon looked around at the place as memory flooded in and filled in the details. Fancy carpet took on a specific shade and design. The paint changed to the creamy tones he remembered. Even the smell of seawater and perfume returned to him. By the time Daiquiri had willed his balls back to a manageable size, the door had disappeared and they were standing in a long hallway. Rooms ran on each side down a hall that stretched forever. To Daiquiri it resembled a expensive old hotel. To Bourbon it meant much more. But one thing was clearly amiss. Everything was tilted. The paintings, the light fixtures, and even they themselves. They all tilted to one side. The side that was going into the ocean inch by inch. Daiquiri stood, holding himself steady with the wall to compensate for the tilt. His stomach churned and he felt the sea still rocking the boat partly. He belched a bit and tried to will the incoming sea-sickness away. It didn't leave. He adjusted his goal to be simply not to vomit on the expensive decor. Bourbon paid no mind to his green faced cohort as he started to walk down the hallway. The memory was both detailed and vague. This could be any hall way in the ship and on any deck. He had a specific spot in mind. But where was it...\nHe smiled. “You had a good idea Daiquiri...” as he turned to a door and concentrated. He knew it was the one he wanted by the time he opened it. He had made it be the right door. \nA scent of smoke wafted out into the hallway as the tanuki stood in the doorway. He stood and stared at what he saw for a long time. Daiquiri waddled up behind him and looked over his shoulder and took in what the elder tanuki was reliving for the first time in many many years...\n\n\nNot too surprisingly, the pair were looking in a bar. However, this time they were not alone at it. A figure sat at it, hunched over a bottle of something. And surrounding him on the counter was a fort of empty and half empty bottles. The bartender had long fled and this lone patron had deemed himself barkeep as he helped himself. Daiquiri wondered if the hunched figure, wearing a dark gray business suit and sandy greyish was Bourbon as he was once upon a time. That was until another figure strode into the bar. A curl of red hair topped the thin lanky man's head. He was dressed plainly in clothing that looked as if it had been hand me downs more times then their owner had been alive. This man was red faced and cheery considering the situation, but that was due to the bottle in his hand. Daiquiri looked at the man's face as he took in the room, obviously debating if it was a loo or a room he likely shouldn't piss in. The man's features were young and a bit exaggerated, but his face was oddly non disscript. Oh he had a face there for sure. But nothing stood out about it for more then a moment before it became as if the person seeing it felt as if they were viewing it for the first time again. It struck Daiquiri, Bourbon does not remember this person's face. He watched as Bourbon walked into the room, staring at the red haired man intently. The man, the memory, did not notice him and paid no mind when he walked though the fat tanuki. There was a shiver over his body but the memory played on without a interruption. The red haired man sat at the bar, next to the man in the gray suit. Bourbon followed him and stood behind the man as he dug though the fort of bottles until he found a mostly full one. He began to make it empty post haste. Bourbon merely watched, lost in the scene. Daiquiri slowly walked in as well. He felt almost like he was intruding. Bourbon's strained face said more then he would ever speak aloud. Daiquiri felt the words he was about to ask, the questions, dry up on his tongue as Bourbon suddenly moved. The old coon leaped up into the bar stool occupied by the man. They occupied the same space for a brief moment, the memory thrashing and blurring as if it was a reflection in water that had just had a hand ran though it. And then it was still. A single form sat in the bar stool. It was still dressed in the same ratty old clothing. It moved and picked up the same motions of this play that had been briefly interrupted. But the character had a new face. A thin face marked with a dark nose that protruded in a short snout. Ears that were on the top of his head. And a thin layer of peach fuzz like fur. Bourbon spoke, words he remembered speaking years and years ago. And his heir watched the performance play out before him. \n\n“So, I take it you are the craftsman of this fine wall of glass bottles?” \nhe spoke, Bourbon's voice now missing many years of wear. It had also picked up a thick Irish tint that had been missing before. The man in the gray suit smiled and looked up from his glass. His face was long, looking almost pointed. A fat nose, thin lips. Sandy gray hair that was fit under the edges of a matching hat. And thin glasses with gold trim that sat on the edge of his face. His cheeks were reddened but he didn't seem anything close to as plastered as Bourbon obviously was. The man nodded. His voice had a accent but it was hard to place. He spoke with the air of someone who had seen much in his life. “Yes,you would be right.”\nBourbon finished his bottle and dug for another one, knocking over about half the bottle fort with the effort. They exploded on the floor and shook him a bit from his stupor. He cursed. The man snorted a bit. “Oh don't be dramatic. Its not the worst thing that's happened today now is it?” he asked. \nBourbon snorted this time. “Bloody'ell. You're very right there.”\nThe gray suit man smiled. “I take it you didn't feel up to fighting for salvation on deck either?” \nBourbon nodded. “Aye. Too late to try. They locked the doors a deck up. I can hear...” he trailed off. The other man nodded. Bourbon spoke again, “And you?”\nThe man seemed a bit...surprised to be asked. He swirled the contents of the bottle he was working on. “Figured it was best to give someone else a chance.”\nBourbon smirked. “Better to drown in here then out there aye?” he declared as he upended the bottle into his eager lips. The gray man smirked “Aye” he said in a imitation of the youngster's voice.\nThe pair drank, trading short jabs and barbs, the only way to tell time was passing in that the tilt of the room was becoming worse. Soon every bottle sat on the counter would slide along until it met the floor with a crash. Daiquiri was content to hold onto the side of the door handle to hold himself upright. Time passed in that lovely haze of drinking for some time. Daiquiri could see a warm joy in both Bourbon and the stranger, sharing a moment that likely would be their last. Last call on the Titanic. That had a nice ring to it Daiquiri thought. But like all things, it had to end. The mood was spoiled utterly as the lights flickered and then died. The room was silent, save the awful groaning of the ship. It was bellowing like a dying animal. And that sound was beginning to be peppered with the sound of water flowing. The pair drank in silence until the last bottle was emptied. \nIt was Bourbon who broke the silence. “I didn't want to die yet. Much less drown...” he muttered. The gray suit man nodded. He produced a match from his suit and lit a cigar. He drew the flame in and blew smoke that smelt of oddly cherry. Bourbon sniffed the air and smiled. “mmm that smells good. They sell that on the boat?” he asked. The man shook his head.\n“Rolled this myself. Many years ago. Was saving it...” he smiled, drawing on it again. He handed it to Bourbon who took a drag upon it, gagging and hacking a bit. The gray man giggled as he listened, Bourbon hocking up a snot and shooting it over his shoulder. Bourbon caught his breath and wished he had one more drink. The boat creaked again, as if giving a death rattle. The gray man checked his pocket watch by the cigar light and furrowed his brow. He looked away from Bourbon now, past him. For a moment Daiquiri had the impression that he was looking for him in the darkness. But then another source of light started to illuminate the dark. A soft glow, a ember, 2 of them, floating on the other side of the bar. They became brighter, illuminating a shape. Red tinted curves and points. Rounded shapes, eyes...teeth. Skinless white things. And a inky black that held the light briefly and then seemed to almost repel it. Daiquiri knew that figure. His stomach curled up at the sight of him. He felt soil in his mouth and felt as if he was standing in cold mud, sinking downward. The reaper's eyes briefly looked his way...and winked. \nThe gray man looked at the specter, and the specter seemed to be paying little attention towards him. No, his attention was on his drinking partner this evening: Bourbon The reaper's bones reached towards his chest and fingered that hourglass he held inside him. He caressed it as if a lover. And he waited. Daiquiri heard himself whine as he realized it was counting. Counting down the seconds. Bourbon reached down behind the counter and retrieved a shot glass. He rolled it in his hand a few times, showing the practiced grace of a carnival performer. He sat it down and thought. The gray man reached into his pocket once more and retrieved something. Something silver and metallic. A flask. He passed it to Bourbon who smiled and poured the golden contents into the shot glass. “Heh, knew you were holding out on me. Ah well...” he spoke softly, eying the liquor as it tilted to one side in the glass. Only Bourbon's hand kept it from flying off the bar. Time slowed as the man brought the glass to his lips...And then a odd thing happened. Bourbon set the glass down. “I think...I think i've had enough tonight...” he declared. He slid the glass across the bar. And it slipped into the slider bone fingers that were next to him.\nDeath stopped. He stopped and looked at what had been passed to him. And he did what Daiquiri had hoped he would never have to hear again. He giggled.\n\nBurbun began to pass the flask back to it's owner but he shook his head. “I want you to do something for me.” he spoke. Bourbon looked him in the face, a bit confused. “A last request?” he muttered. The man nodded. “something like that.” \nBourbon nodded. “sure. What?”\nThe gray man smiled. “Take that”\n“and do what?” the younger asked.\n“Don't die. At least, not until you're good and ready.”\n\nBourbon looked at him cockeyed. “Bloody daft you are.”\nThe man smiled as he looked past the youngster and saw Death happily slurping his drink, savoring every drop. \n“Maybe. Drink.” he ordered. The red head rolled his eyes and took a hard swig. He gasped as if punched and scrunched his face up tightly. The old man smiled. “Bourbon”\nThe younger rubbed his brow. “This sure as hell isn't bourbon.”\nthe old man nodded. “No, but you are.” he told him and stood up, gripping the bar to keep from totting over. Bourbon looked at him with a frustrated expression. “You leavin? Not even gonna tell me your name are ya?” he questioned. The old man blushed as he glanced once more at his watch. \n“Call me Ale.”\n\n\nand then everything became dark and cold with a thunderous shudder as the ocean claimed everything and everyone within the bar. The curtain closed.\n\n\n\nDaiquiri awoke slowly, feeling a warm body against himself. He opened his eyes and found...a teddy bear?\nNo, not quite. The stuffed thing had a long fat tail and a pair of stuffed orbs between it's legs. And smelt as if It had been washed in Coors. It was warm. Very warm. Daiquiri looked at it and felt himself smile and hold it close to him. \n\n“Aww, you were a cute little thing weren't ya?”\n\nDaiquiri squirmed and sat up with a start, dropping the big stuffed toy. He found that the world had grown around him. Big wooden bars surrounding the bed he lay in. soft pastel blues on the ceiling and walls. And bedding that was adorned with letters and stars. Much like the soft fleece pajamas on his body. He felt them and realized he remembered this place. This bed...no..crib. He looked up, expecting to see his mother...but she had Bourbon's face on her shoulders. The color left his face. \nBourbon scowled. “Oh come on now. A pair of tits shouldn't bother you this much.” he teased as he reached in and picked the much smaller tanuki up from his crib. Daiquiri felt himself be lifted, shocked at how small he was. He found himself against Bourbon's chest, against the set of big full breasts he was keeping barely restrained behind a white gown. Being in this spot...no matter how perverted Bourbon's presence was...felt..familiar. He remembered this too. This feeling...this memory. \nHe spoke slowly. “This...this is my first memory...”\nBourbon nodded. “Guess so...” he replied, casually removing one of his big breasts from the top of his dress. Daiquiri saw this and squirmed, pushing away at the big soft tit but the big round nipple was pressed to his mouth and instinct took him. Bourbon made a pleased mutter and nursed him. He spoke after a moment. “Freud would have a field day with this...”\nDaiquiri agreed but didn't make much of a effort to stop him. After some amount of time, Daiquiri eventually spat the nipple from his lips. He smacked his lips a bit. “You...you taste like eggnog.” he muttered. Bourbon smirked “Well I guess I should tell you the last bits of that story...” he mused as he reached from his seat to a shelf and pulled down a book. The cover was adorned with what appeared to be the both of them, illustrations of them, waving happily and each holding pitchers of beer. The larger tanuki thumbed though the pages until he found a drawing of the sinking ship. Past that, Ale and Bourbon at the bar. He pulled on a tab in the side of this page and a “Wave” of paper water slid out and covered the scene. He turned the page once again and Daiquiri saw a life boat pulling a body from the ocean. The larger ocean liner in the background was barely poking out of the water now. The cartoon characters in this setting was a bit off putting. “They pulled me out of the water. God it was so cold. I was nearly frozen.” he spoke. The drawing of him's face was blue and had a few icicles on his nose and ears. \n“I wound up in New York after that. I started to change within a week.” \nDaiquiri interrupted him, “Why...why did you change so slow? I was like this in just...” \nBourbon hushed him with a finger. “I didn't drink for almost a month. By the time I did break down and have some brandy, I barely fit in my clothes. By the time I finished the bottle, I was shooed out of the bar with a broom.” he giggled. The picture book showed a fat cartoon tanuki being smacked in the ass with a broom by a stringy looking barkeep. He turned the page again and picked back up. “I had been on the streets for awhile even before the boat. But once I transformed...” he muttered, the drawing on this page showing him digging for trash like a lowly real raccoon. He turned it again, \n“I didn't know what I was doing. Sometimes I would wish I was a person again.” the drawings on the pages showed him as a tanuki, then a fat short man, and then a tanuki again. “and that might work for a day or two.”\n\n“I found out that as long as I drank something I could go for days without food. If I concentrated I could pass as a person. And if I didn't get too drunk, I could change my shape in a lot more ways.” he smiled as the drawings showed him as a mail box, a lamp, and even as a big rock with 2 smaller rocks in front of it. “I learned my craft and I learned to read. And once I did that, I was able to figure out maybe what I was.” the next page showed the tanuki on a boat once more, waving at the new-york coastline. “and I got the idea, why not head to Japan...”\nDaiquiri stopped him again. “Why, why are you telling me all this now?”\nBourbon was still, his face lost for a moment. “The truth...you aren't gonna like this.”\n“Like what?!” the infant coon begged.\n“..I...I didn't remember. Until all this...” he motioned to the room. “I didn't remember anything before being in Tokyo.”\n\nThe color in Daiquiri's face drained before he got red. “BULLSHIT!” he cursed and squirmed his way out of the larger coon's lap. The scene started to waver and change. The memory was changing to something new. Daiquiri held his head and waited for it to settle. \n\nHe opened his eyes and found himself siting in a desk. The desk was barely his size and his belly scraped the underside of the table. He grunted and forced his way out of it, ignoring the graffiti of crudely drawn cocks, balls and gum on it's top. He realized he was still small. Only a foot tall maybe. This place...a chalkboard...desks, posters on the wall and a TV attached to the wall in one corner. The smell of kids and dirt and industrial cleaner. School. His school. He walked to the desk as the chair behind it started to change. It grew a fat belly and man boobs (although nowhere as big as the feminine ones earlier), followed by a head. Arms legs and nuts. Bourbon stood there, popping his neck. He crossed his arms as he produced a apple from nowhere and offered it to his “student”. Daiquiri scowled at him. “I told you the truth.”\nthe younger coon looked away but spoke. “I hope you're just gonna tell me you drank it all away.”\n“I wish it was that simple.” Bourbon answered. \n“Spill it. All of it. I don't fucking care if it's gonna “upset” me. You owe me.” he shot back. \n“Fine.” Bourbon huffed. He knelt down in front of the smaller tanuki and sat upon his own nuts again. Daiquiri did the same, his body growing to proper scale again. \n“I'm not the only tanuki left alive and neither are you. There's not that many but enough that I've only met a handful. And all but 1 are former humans. And none of them remember much before they are as we. Ale never did tell me if he was a person or...a natural tanuki. Doesn't matter. The one natural I did meet...he told me what this all really is.” he spoke, motioning to himself and then patting his scrotum. He produced the gourd that he had offered Daiquiri once upon a time in that bar. “This is not a gift. This is a trade. I've been alive since before your parents were born. Likely their parents too. I have magic powers and I can turn myself into practically anything I want. And I can drink most living beings under the table. All I...and you...had to trade...was what we once were. All of it...” he stuttered a bit before he finished “even the memory of being what we were before.”\n\nThe dream became black and a void as the pair found themselves floating in silence. There was nothing but their warm fat bodies and the blackness. Time passed. Daiquiri could feel warmth trickling down his cheeks. He scrunched his face and screamed. \n\nTime passes. The pair exchange words in short bursts. The anger in the room leaves nothing but the black void and regret. \n\n“I...i cant remember..the..the name of where the town I grew up in...”\n\n“I don't remember if I had any siblings.”\n\n“I cant remember...remember my mother's face...”\n\n“I remember having a mother. But I couldn't tell the difference between her and any other human.”\n\n“Will...will I forget everything?”\n\n“Almost. It all fades. And twists. I remember faces and feelings. Smells...”\n\n“I remember going to the movies with my dad...he..he has a snout...and he's all furry...”\n\n\n\n“Why?”\n“Why what?”\n\n\n“Why me. Why the hell did you do this to me?”\n\nBourbon blinked \n\n“There's two reasons you became a tanuki...I could smell it. You have the smell of someone meant for this. I told you, you lived your life like I do. You are out for pleasure just like me...”\n\nhe paused and it took nearly a lifetime before he finished. \n\n“and...”\n\n“I...i was lonely. I...we...I didn't. I didn't want...”\nhe stuttered and found himself nearly crying. But he swallowed and ended with a line. It was comforting no matter how upsetting it was. \n“Tanuki don't like to drink alone...”\n\nThe pair hung there in the void for hours. Bourbon spoke slowly “I'm sorry...” but Daiquiri shushed him now. “Don't...don't say that. I...I chose this. I took the drink.”\nHe eventually asked. “Will...will I remember this?”\n“I don't know. I don't know if I'll remember the ship after this.”\n“If we ever wake up” Daiquiri muttered. He felt Bourbon against him, warm hands on his shoulders and then against his backside. “I'm in no hurry.” \nAnd time moved on and on and on in the place where it had no meaning...\n\n\n\nStillness...\nunending stiffness...\nthen...\n\nlight.\n\n“WAKE UP”\n\na voice spat in his hear. He tried to grimace and scrunch his face up to escape the light and sound. He found his face not wanting to obey him. Something was against his skin, something hard. Something like a second skin...a shell. It refused to allow him to move within it's confines. He felt something moving outside his cocoon. He started to scream and found no sound as the shell coated the inside of his mouth and his tongue. And then he opened his eye as he felt the shell be pulled away. The light blinded him and he winced at it. A form blocked the light with its body as it moved. It gripped the edge of his shell and pulled, cracks developing down his scalp. \n\n“Come on. Come on...”\n\nthe voice was familiar. Did he know it? \nHe felt the form's hands on his shell, pulling and then punching it. He felt the fists thud against him and the shell cracked further. He felt his body underneath as the shell was pulled free. Arms..hands. Legs..feet. His ass and..and a tail? He had a tail? He felt himself move it. Yes, he did have a tail. \n\n“Come on Daiquiri. Its time to get up.”\n\nDaiquiri? Who was that? Was that his name?...yes..yes it was. \nDaiquiri. Daiquiri the tanuki. That's who he was. What he was. He started to move. To squirm. To fight. He wanted to move. To be free. To live again. He felt the other being reach his lips,pulling them open and pulling the shell off his tongue. He moaned as he finally fell over and puked up gold slime. The shell slipped off his body as it could no longer hold him upright. Big flakes and chunks of it stuck to his backside and shoulders. Every time he felt some of it come loose, it felt as if glue was melting allowing the gold shell to peal off him. \nHe looked up at the thing that had saved him. Furry fat body. A cute round face that held a lifetime of experiences. And a pair of nuts big enough to use as a pillow. \n\n“Bourbon...”\nhe muttered.\n\n“You're an asshole.”\nthe tanuki smiled. “I'm your asshole.” and kissed him on the cheek. \nDaiquiri smiled and stood up, feeling weak and wobbly. He looked around and saw a hallway adorned in red wall to wall. They could both smell sex practically dripping from the air. And their ears picked up the sounds on many many many people fucking. \n“where are we?” the younger asked.\n“Smells like somewhere fun to me...” his elder answered. \n“and that is?” he asked again.\n“A bordello.”\n\n\nBoth of them smiled.\n\n8\n\n“Soo...do you have any sort of plan?”\n\nBourbon ignored the question as he walked along the posh room. He ran a paw over the silken bedding on the queen mattress. He could feel its expense...or at least what was passing for expense. The feel of the wall. The soft carpet under his naked toes. He muttered, mostly to himself as if dictating his own notes. “This place...its not real. This is all a construct.”\nDaiquiri looked away from a painting on the wall, that of a topless woman who had a canine head and skin dark as chocolate. “Construct?” he asked, confused. Bourbon explained “its something made of magic. Like clothing or even something complex like a building.” \nDaiquiri cocked his head a bit and looked around the room. If this place was a whore house like Bourbon thought, it was a high class one. Silk sheets, soft beds, furniture in red and dark rich wood. The rooms they had peered into had all looked the same. Clones of each other in fact. Same furniture and color schemes. Even the mini bar made into the side of the room was present for the ones they had peeked in on. The idea that all of this place was fake was hard to imagine. He had seen Bourbon “create” clothing before...still. Then again, he had learned that anything was possible around Bourbon. Less than an hour ago he was a decoration for this place...\n\nThe younger coon thought on that as he looked back to the painting. The jackal woman seemed to be smiling at him, her lips slightly parted in a soothing lusty breath. Her hands, tipped with black claws, ran around to her breasts and squeezed them as if a pair of ripe fruits. Daiquiri could swear he smelt the sweat on her, the smell of her body and sex. His eyes traveled down her taught belly, briefly noticing she had several additional nipples down it, before coming to her legs. They were slightly parted, the top of her sex easily seen. It was moist..very very moist looking. \nThere was a bump and the painting shook a bit on its hanger. Daiquiri blushed and looked down, seeing his erection against the painting's bottom. He stepped back, the painting thunking back against the wall softly, although now a bit askew. Bourbon’s hands found Daiquiri's shoulders as he leaned over him and breathed in his ear. “She is quite a looker.” he mmmed. The younger coon felt something thick, spongy and warm poke him in his back fat. He squirmed. “I..im I gu..guess so..” he sighed. He was confused and spoke it aloud “I...I thought you only...” but had his thought finished by Bourbon, “...liked the male sex?”\nDaiquiri nodded, feeling Bourbon’s penis brush down his rump cheek as he moved around him and past him to the painting, his erection bouncing rudely. “Pleasure is pleasure. Be it from a man, a woman, or heh, something that is both or neither.” he spoke, reaching forward and adjusting the painting frame till it was straight once more. As he stepped back a bit, Daiquiri noticed that the jackal woman's pose had changed. She was now laid back further, her legs spread fully and her hands at her love. She seemed almost...appreciative in her expression. Daiquiri’s cock throbbed a bit. The older coon came up to him once more and eyed his penis, running a hand over it. “Gender is simply a game my dear boy...however, your ass is the best game I’ve ever played” he smirked. And he added quickly, almost a afterthought. “that and because you're gaayy!”\n\nKNOCK KNOCK\n\nBoth of them stopped, cocks bouncing slightly. \n\n“Oy! You in there lov'e? I paid for the room already so get yourself ready!”\n\na voice, young and impulsive sounding, echoed outside the heavy door to the room. Daiquiri glared at Bourbon, whispering “I though you were keeping a lookout for company.”\nBourbon rolled his eyes “I cant pay attention to everything, specially with that out” he snapped, poking the other coon's cock-tip. He quivered a bit, pre leaking from him. Bourbon smiled. Widely. \n“I got a idea.” he said. \n“I hate your ideas” Daiquiri muttered softly. \n\nThe old coon smiled none the less and reached down between Daiquiri’s legs and grabbed his scrotum with no warning. He pulled and pulled hard, stretching them as he held Daiquiri's testicles in his arms like a pair of medicine balls. He wrapped his arms around the big fleshy nuts and pulled, stretching them further away from their owner's crotch. Once he had them high enough he shoved them hard into their owner's chest. The pair fell to the floor with a thump as the older coon straddled the younger. The visitor outside heard it too, as well as the odd high pitched grunts Daiquiri was producing. It felt like his skin was burning, flowing at Bourbon’s touch. The younger coon hated the fact that his elder could will his own body better then he could...but truth be told...that idea kinda turned him on. This however was not erotic as it usually felt. This was fast, rough, something to get it done. What he was doing, the tanuki couldn’t tell yet. \n\n“You getting off already?! Come on, least wait till I show ya my goods miss!” the visitor called, banging on the door again. \n\n“Justt a miinutee!” Bourbon called, his voice mimicking a rather slutty sounding woman. Before Daiquiri could question that, the older coon got up from his chest, his work done. Daiquiri sat up...and had to put his hands out in front of him as a sudden weight pulled him down towards the floor. He grunted and sat himself back up. He looked down and saw what had drug him down. A pair of round, full weights. BIG round orbs. Melons. Yaboos. Ta tas. Tits. Titty's. \n\nDaiquiri squeezed his new breasts. And then Bourbon squeezed them too. \nThe D-cupped coon slapped the other across the snout, making him wince. His pained face turned into a giggling shit eating grin within moments. Daiquiri stood up, then teetered back a bit before catching himself. His face was red and steaming. “YOU FUC...” he started but was cut off.\n\n“Lady? Come on now, don't give me the icy shoulder! I just want a bit o' the rough and dirty!”\n\nthe gentleman caller pleaded though the door, knocking it again and fiddling with the handle. Daiquiri didn't recall locking it but the fact that it wouldn’t open was a bit off. Bourbon motioned with his hands to it and gestured. “Magic remember. Must be a safety feature. Cant come in unless invited.” he whispered. The younger nodded, his tits bouncing slightly with the motion. Bourbon brushed against his side, hands finding his ass and then down between his legs. He found the coon's skin, pulled against him and smirked. “Id grow something down here, lest your customer get a big disappointment...” he smiled. Daiquiri cocked his head as he saw Bourbon starting to look strange, his fur becoming very static y and fluffed. As if he had been licking a semi conductor. The frizzy became more and more pronounced as he watched Bourbon’s body thinning, the coon standing still as he started to stand on his tail to stay upright. Thinner and thinner he got as his features became obscured by wild fluffy fuzz. Shortly there was a long rope shaped being covered with soft tan fur that felt almost like feather down. The snake shaped Bourbon slithered up Daiquiri’s shoulders and around his arms before becoming limp. A big fluffy feather boa on his round round shape. \n\nBourbon whispered, “Come on in!” and the door clicked loudly. The caller barged in, seeing a very plump, female raccoon standing in the doorway. She seemed a bit surprised to see him, but her lack of clothing and big heaving chest did plenty to distract him from that. Big hips, plump thighs ending with small feet. A almost strawberry scent coming from her. He mmmed a little at it. Her nipples were dark and firm, and as he looked at them she put her fingers to them and rubbed. They stiffened more and she gave a soft chitter sound. The caller smiled widely. He then bent slightly and gave a slight bow, introducing himself. “Kusai miss. I’m you...mmm...partner for this eve then.”\n\nKusai was something Daiquiri had not yet seen. At least, outside of a book. He was lanky and covered in a mix of hair and scales. Along his torso was naked pale green skin, his chest and stomach exposed from the thick darker green body fur that covered the rest of him. His hands were chimp like, but webbed like that of a otter and tipped with small sharp claws. Daiquiri’s eyes looked down his legs, finding that about at his knee the fur ended and scales began, thin legs with wide 3 toed feet that had sharp claws on their tips. Webbed much like the hands. Duck legs he thought to himself. The fur between his legs was coarse and seemed almost greased, so he couldn’t tell really what the creature was packing. But the fact he was attempting to play the part of a gentleman, he assumed this creature was a male. Kusai's face was bright and expressive, furred cheeks and brow, the face itself hairless like his chest and belly. He had simian features, a thick wide flat nose, big lips and a large brow. When he spoke Daiquiri could see very large teeth inside. And the only bit of clothing this creature was sporting was a turtle shell, worn like a hat. It matched the shell he had upon his backside. Daiquiri did a very poor courtesy to him, using Bourbon’s tips in lue of a skirt, and gave his reply. “I’m Da..Strawberry. Like a Daiquiri. Strawberry.”\n\nHe smiled, thick lips showing a bit of fang. “Oh right then. Strawberry's are mighty tasty.” he told the coon. He ran a hand over the thick shag between his legs and something stirred underneath. A fleshy pink tip poked out and grew longer, thicker. It had no clear head or shaft, merely a long protrusion that was pointed at the tip and thickened to it's base hidden inside the bush of green fur. His erection fully exposed, he jiggled it and Daiquiri could see a bit of roundness in the fur that let him know that this creature did have testicles inside that thick bush of fuzz. He swallowed slightly and breathed deeply. And regretted that, as he caught a whiff of what was apparently a kappa. A fishy stink. Like something that lived under a rock inside a pond...which by the look of him, was perfectly possible. And there was a musk to him. A male stink that made his nose twitch. He remembered what Bourbon had suggested to him and turned from the kappa and waddled to the bed. It was very soft indeed as he scooted his naked body across it and kneel-ed, keeping himself turned from the caller. He smiled at her and gently crawled into the bed as well, Daiquiri's round rump cheeks keeping his attention. The taunki was fine with this as he needed a distraction. \n\nDaiquiri ran his fingers between his legs and found that indeed, the pulled scrotum skin that had left him with a very nice rack, had also left him smooth between his thighs. He could still feel his maleness underneath the skin layer and concentrated. He dug his fingers into his flesh, pulling and prodding himself until it started to part. A nub and then a tube of skin protruding from him and then settling into his grip. His shaft quivered in his hand as he felt Kusai come up against his backside, running his webbed paws over his ass and breathing on him. His breath stank much like the rest of him did. He casually picked the feather boa off his fat shoulders and set it around the bed rail, giving Bourbon a rather good view of the proceedings. Epspeicaly as Daiquiri held his cock in his paw and started to stick his thumb against the head. He mmmed and cooed a bit, face red and blushing. Kusai didn’t notice his date had a dick since he was too busy licking the tanuki's shoulders and neck, teasing him. His tongue was pointed and left thick drool on his fur as it tasted him. Daiquiri ignored that and moaned as his penis started to fold inward, further and further as he pushed his thumb and then a finger into it. The skin rolled downward and into the flesh until his digits sank into his groin. He started to come out of himself, slowly. He ran his thumb along his insides and the slit he had produced, folding flesh into lips and finding his urethra once more. A dandy pussy his cock had become. Then it hit him. He was a She. A flood of sex hormones flew into her system almost all at once. She quivered and bit her lip to hold in a scream. God she was horny...so soo horny...new thoughts and wants...cravings. She needed to address them. NOW.\n\nShe made a guttural lusty sound and suddenly her date found himself on his back. The tanuki rubbed her tits against each other, moaning and gasping. The kappa swallowed thickly and started to briefly wonder if he had picked the wrong room...\nbut then a warm wet sex slapped down on-top of his own and all was forgotten. \n\n\nLusty sounds could be heard coming from the room for several hours. Passers by, most of them either staff or guests, would often stop to put a ear to the walls for a quick listen. They heard screaming. They heard moaning. They heard chimp like sreaks and oooks. And various meaty twaping sounds. And of course the stink. Oooooh the stink. Like a jockstrap and very well used vibrator wrapped together. And then dropped into a fish tank for a few weeks for good measure. If the passer's by didn’t stop for a quick jacking off, they hurried on by, tending their erections and noses at once...\n\n\n\nThis had gone very off the rails he decided. The kappa moaned once more as the vice like pussy clinched around him. “Give me another!” she screamed at him, running her thick strong hands along his chest, pinching his nipples. He shrieked a bit as she twisted and his body responded, his hips bucking slightly under her heavy rump. His balls, drained and aching, shot another load inside her hungry snatch as she panted and rode him. The kappa panted, “Ple..pelase miss. I..i need a breather...i..iieeh!” he was interrupted as she stood up and turned around, her big ass suddenly mushed against his face as she hungerly took his cock in her mouth, slurping up the spent sex from it's shaft and then sucking for more. The tanuki had been training this simian turtle boy for many a hour and he knew what to do as his long tongue snaked into her sex, licking and lapping at her folds. She moaned around his cock until she started to grind her ass against his head. Harder and harder. The tongue having learned what to do as she climaxed in his mouth once again. His head came out of her ass cheeks with a wet pop sound and he gasped for air. Juices rolled down his face as he collapsed backward onto the couch. This woman was like a predator. And he had been subjected to this song and dance several times already. She slipped against his side, snuggling against his sweaty stinking skin. She ran a paw over his chest, dancing her fingers and then spoke firmly “ Five minutes”. \nHe swallowed thickly, afraid of what might happen if he refused. “just...just a bit..longer then that?” he muttered, looking away. He refused to look her in the eye again. That lust in her look. She was sooo damn horny that he swore she could be a dude...\n\nAnd then a dude finally interrupted their proceedings. “Hi” he smirked as a pair of gigantic testicles bumped against the kappa's head as he was leaned over. Bourbon smirked at Daiquiri who was smiling ear to ear before he looked down at Kusai's face. “Sorry to interrupt but I've always wondered if this trick works or not...” he asked the kappa, getting a flustered, exhausted expression. “Wonder wha,.ktph...” he sputtered as Bourbon eased his fingers around the turtle shell he wore on his head and gave it a firm tug. There was a wet gush as pond water dumped out of from under the shell and onto the floor. Bourbon “Gah!”ed while Daiquiri held her nose and turned a bit green herself. The pond water stank worse then anything else the kappa produced so far. Kusai's eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp, tongue dangling from his lips. Daiquiri's eyes got wide and he crawled up the kappa's chest. He pulled on him a bit, making his rag doll form bounce up and down from the couch. \n\n“Shit you fuckin killed him!” she screamed at Bourbon. He rolled his eyes. “I did not.” he snapped back. He pointed at the kappa's chest which, slowly, did rise. He smirked. “Still breathing isn’t he?” \nDaiquiri rolled her eyes back at the older coon. Bourbon finished his thought aloud “I've always heard that if you spill the water from a kappa's head, they will be rendered helpless...” he poked Kusai's nose and barely got a twitch. “Or knocks him the hell out.” he shruged. Daiquiri got up from the furniture, brushing the pond water and various other fluids from himself. She was crusty and matted. Her fingers brushed her cunt and she twittered again. “Oohhoh”she mmmed under her breath, before attempting to compose herself. “do..do we need to like, get a sponge or something for that?” she pointed to the wet spot on the floor where the kappa's skull had emptied out upon. Bourbon shook his head. “Nah. The inside of his head is already getting damp again.\n\nI'd wager he'll have enough to wake up in a few hours. We need to be far away from him when he does though. Kappa are mighty strong when pissed off. Or hung over...” he mused. Daiquiri nodded as her hand started to ease back to her lips once more. She grunted and made herself stop. “oh guh! Why why am I so horny...still!” she panted. Bourbon smiled and came up to her, running a paw over her shoulders. His stink...his scent...she tittered. She could smell his balls. His sex. Her lips dribbled down her legs again. “All tanuki are inherently male. We have to choose to be female if we want to...heh..well...make little tanuki's” he giggled. Daiquiri squirmed under his grip. “All those hormones...you go into heat almost instantly.” he finished. The younger coon gulped and her face flushed. “Oh..oh god I...i wont get preg...” but Bourbon stopped that thought. “No no no...as soon as you turn back into a male all that..um...donation will just be stored inside you like the rest of your sperm.” \nDaiquiri nodded, having lost control of herself. “I..i need he..help to...” he muttered. Bourbon nodded as he ran his hand along her cooch, digging his fingers inside her. She screamed, his tender touch much more practiced, refined compared to Kusai's. She came on his paws as he reached and pinched the flesh inside her and pulled. He pulled and she moaned, louder then ever before as a pink fleshy protrusion started to emerge from her vagina and got longer. He pulled on it like a bit of taffy, until it popped wetly.\n\nDaiquiri screamed like a woman as HE came in big ribbons of cum all over the older coon's hands. He panted and moaned, rubbing himself furiously. Bourbon ran a hand up to his chin and eased a finger into his lips, Daiquiri tasting his own fluids. A sticky salty mix of male and female flavors. He mmmed and sucked on Bourbon’s digit. He looked him in the eye. “This part is gonna hurt...” he told him. \nAnd then Daiquiri's testicles dropped out of his chest and back between his legs with a heavy THWAP.\n\n“As I was saying, did you have a plan?”\nDaiquiri reiterated. Bourbon huffed slightly, ignoring him for the moment. The pair heaved and shoved, pushing the stinky warm body into the small bathtub of the room's walk in bath. He flopped into it boneless and his chin rested upright against the faucet. Daiquiri rubbed his own neck a bit and then adjusted the kappa's head best he could. “I do have a plan...I just needed time to...refine it.” Bourbon finally answered. Daiquiri rubbed his brow a bit. “Was that when I fucked his brains out the first three times, or did you wait till the 8th or 9th go around?” Bourbon smirked. “Mmm that was...distracting.”\n\nThe kappa now stored in the bathtub, Bourbon sat down on the toilet and sat back, arms up and supporting his head in that classic lazy man pose. “Well what do we know for sure?” he asked aloud, less a question and more of a case of keeping verbal notes. Daiquiri answered anyways. “That this is definitely a bordello.” \nBourbon nodded. “And im pretty sure that whoever owns this place is very strong in terms of magic.” he added. The coon gestured to the bathroom which, much like the room itself, was rather expensive looking. “Constructs like this take a lot of magic and concentration. More then I’d expect any one being to have by themselves...something is fishy here”\nDaiquiri cut him off, “what if its more then one owner?” \nBourbon shrugged. “Maybe. But unless they all are sharing the same thoughts, this place couldn't be this precise. If any of their minds wavered on exactly where and what every little detail was, this place would be changing all the time.”\nDaiquiri shrugged. “Fine. Some “one” runs it. What does that matter to us?” \nBourbon mmmed and scratched himself. “Matters in that I doubt we can just waltz right out of here.”\nthe younger coon scowled. “How'd you figure that?”\nBourbon sighed. “Remember, we were purchased. We are technically property. And if this place is fancy enough to have door locking spells, Id assume there's spells to stop the patrons from walking off with souvenir’s.” Daiquiri winced slightly.\n\n“So we're stuck?”\n“Mmm for the moment. Unless we can convince the owner to relinquish us.” Bourbon answered.\n“How likely is that?” Daiquiri asked. \n“Not very.” he was answered.\nThe older coon rubbed his chin a bit. Daiquiri blinked “Well, we could ask. Or at least meet them.” he told him. Bourbon grunted and shrugged. “Well I don't have a better idea yet so we can try that.”\nHe hopped down from the throne and stretched a bit. “We need a disguise” he muttered. Daiquiri immediately put his hands over his groin and backed away. Bourbon snickered. “No no no...you had enough of that for one day already. No we need something to blend in.”\n“Why can't we go out like this?” Daiquiri questioned him. \n“Tanuki aren't as common as we use to be. We need to be something less conspicuous.”\nDaiquiri started to ask what would be common but then he remembered that they likely were on the 'other side' as Bourbon had put it. This place wasn't in the human world...he scratched his head. \n\nWhy had they been in the human world anyway? \n\nHe scowled and rubbed his brow. There was a terrible nagging in his brain that felt like a poker in his ass. Bourbon had got him so shit faced he couldn't remember why he had let the older coon drag him along to begin with. \nHe blinked. “Bourbon, why the hell did we go though all of that in the first place? I remember a bar and you ransacked my den...then we went to Big L's place....ugh! Its all fuzzy.” \n\nBourbon’s face froze for a moment before he eyed Daiquiri’s irritated confused expression. Something forgotten danced at the edge of his memory. “Wh..what else do you remember?” he asked softly. Daiquiri grunted and stamped a foot. “Yoou talked me into going on...on some sort of wild adventure and...then you got us turned into statues...and...” he frowned, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands in frustration. “I can't remember...its all a bad dream. We were fucking...and then I think there was a skull and...god I think I was in the ground...and I keep remembering that damn movie where the big boat sinks!”\n\nBourbon spoke a single word coldly. “Ale”\nDaiquiri blinked “Can't you think of something besides booze for once?” he spat. \nBourbon let his usual calm collected tone settle back into his voice. And then he leaned forward and kissed the younger coon on the nose. He blushed and stood back a bit, bewildered. Bourbon smiled and spoke in a confident, commanding tone. “Listen to me very closely Daiquiri. You and I were, once upon a time, human beings. Its something we both forgot. And we might forget again someday. I don’t know if you'll forgive me for making you into one but I don't regret knowing you for a instant.”\nDaiquiri stared at him for quite a long time as he absorbed this. And then he scrunched up his face and let of a pitiful pouting sound. The two coons wrapped arms around each other and stood that way for a good long time.\n\n\n\nThe pair shared what the could of each others fragmented memories until they had enough of a picture to work with. They had met in a bar and Daiquiri had agreed to become a tanuki. Bourbon had wanted to head to the “other side” but Daiquiri didn't know why. The truth was, Bourbon wanted to train him in the ways of the new species he had become. But now there was another reason: Ale. Bourbon didn’t know If the bastard was alive but he needed to see him. He was old even before he had given Bourbon his fuzzy figure. If anyone knew how to stop them from forgetting, it was him. The issue of training Daiquiri had started to solve itself however. \n\n“Since I sired you, some of my knowledge has bled into you.” Bourbon smiled, almost teasingly. \nDaiquiri grunted. “That's why I know you like...” and he then made a crude gesture with his fingers and tongue. The older coon nodded. “And that's why I haven't had to translate anything for you lately.” he smiled. That was true as well. The bordello's amenities all had Japanese writing on them, and the young coon had found he understood them. He spoke it as well, although It flowed from his lips less fluently the more he thought about it. If he tried to “speak” it, like the foreign language it was, he would slip into word soup. Letting his mouth run on instinct worked much better. Hopefuly, knowledge of some of Bourbon’s glamors and other spells and tricks bled over in the same way...\n\n\n“Well, knowing how we got here doesn't get us out of this place...”Bourbon sighed a bit. \nDaiquiri nodded. “We can still go try the direct approach. At worst the owner tells us no.” he said hopeful. \n“Or he turns us into dung for our troubles.” Bourbon added.\nThe younger coon scowled. He stood up and crossed his arms. “Well Mr. sunshine, did you think of a disguise yet?”\nThe older smirked. THAT smirk. Daiquiri’s color left his face. “In fact, I did. At least yours.”\nDaiquiri did not like the sound of that. Bourbon stood and put his hands on the coon's shoulders and spun him around. His thick paws pushed Daiquiri over and bent him over the bed. He felt Bourbon’s cock against his ass cheeks and he squeaked. His mind ran over the thoughts that could be going over Bourbon’s mind. He started to right himself but the older coon held him down easily. He swallowed thickly and whined “Wait waiitt waiit, you're..you're not gonna doo what I think you're gonna do?”\nBourbon smiled and showed all of his teeth. “Maaaybeee.”\n\nAnd then Daiquiri noticed the thickening of the skin around his neck. He could feel it rubbing around his collar and shoulders as Bourbon held him down. Moving more and more as he felt Bourbon’s cock slip between his ass cheeks and into his body with barely a push. The area heated up and he squirmed, running his paws around his ass and Bourbon’s belly. He was reaching, bending boneless he noticed, trying to feel Bourbon’s penis. And he found to his dismay, that Bourbon’s member and his ass were one in the same now. Shortly he felt himself start to lift off the bed, held to Bourbon’s body by his rump, feeling that widening and flatting against the coon's groin. He kicked his legs, seeing they had lost most of their toes and were starting to flop around with nothing firm inside them. As he lifted up from the bed, he could feel something new. He remembered how horny he had been when he had been a she. That lusty drive that made him beat the crap out of Kusai with his clit. And that sensation was returning. He felt horny. But horny like had never been before. It was as if his penis had stuffed him in the trunk of a car and now was at the wheel, driving towards any hole it could find. He stiffened, arching his back as he felt his tail slap against Bourbon’s groin and stuck there. He felt it thin and flatten into a thick connection of skin, securing him to the tanuki's scrotum as part of a sheath. He ran his hands, said hands becoming fat flattening flippers of skin, all over his thickening body. Fur rubbed down to a thin velvet like layer as Bourbon transformed him in dramatic fashion. All that loose skin around his neck started to roll up his chin now, the coon struggling as he felt it trying to roll up his mouth and face. \n\nHe gasped audibly, mouth dribbling salty goo down into the skin fold as Bourbon’s now much larger hands gripped him. Everything was getting larger around him although he could tell he was still a good foot long and just as thick. He felt the old coon's practiced fingers rub over his flesh, teasing him and sending tingles down his shape, into the coon's own. Daiquiri realized he could feel himself being touched and feel the finger’s own sensation as they did so. He realized that his sensations and nerves were now connecting to Bourbon’s own. There was a fuzzy warm feeling creeping all though him as he felt himself becoming solid and thick, all meat and blood. He could feel Bourbon’s heart beating, pulsing, rising, and though him entirely. Bourbon’s fingers found the thick foreskin around Daiquiri’s chin and pulled and played with it, jerking slightly and curling his toes. He lifted his penis up to his lips and kissed Daiquiri’s forehead. The coon then rolled the skin up over his lover's snout, over his eyes and then over his entire head, having just enough skin to dangle off his penis and play with with his fingernails. He mmmmmed and purred as he felt precum oozing out of the thick opening and drooling on his finger pads. He ran a finger inside his foreskin, rubbing along his friend's face before he rolled the skin back down. A pink fleshy cock head greeted him and with a last tickle, shot a white hot gob of cum into his face. He blinked and let go, his cock flopping down and bouncing like a seesaw as he wiped the sticky slime from his nose and eye. \n\nYou did that on purpose didn't you?\n\nI did not!\n\nYes you did. Or well, I did it to myself anyways. You are part of me technically now.\n\nOh god, this feels soo gooodd...\n\nI know. And you are the prettiest penis i've ever had if I do say so myself.\n\nYou're an ass.\n\nThat was option B just so you know.\n\nI know...why do I know?\n\nYou are connected to me. Literally now. This is the same as if I was thinking to myself. \n\n...this is weird. Never-mind...\n\nHehee... if only you could see...well actually you can see...\n\n\nThe tanuki waddled to the bathroom and stood on the toilet, eyeballing himself in the mirror. He grined and the thick short penis between his legs, a different shade of fur then the rest of him, twitched. \n\n\n\nI do look kinda...hot like this.\n\nI’m glad you think so.\n\nYou...you are gonna change me back right? RIGHT?\n….\n\n….\n\n….\n\nSooner or later.\n\nDammit don't do that!\n\n\n\nBourbon the tanuki laughed out loud to something only he had heard. \n\n9\n\nI stink...\n\nCorrection, “We” stink...\n\nDaiquiri thought to himself. Or at least he would have if Bourbon didn't know his every thought as soon as he thought it. It had made conversing both fast and silent as they waddled down the halls of the bordello. Bourbon brought a paw between his legs, digging a claw along his scrotum. Daiquiri shivered and thickened slightly, his tip peaking out of the foreskin surrounding him. Bourbon answered without speaking a word. \n\n“And...?”\n\nDaiquiri couldn't think of a good argument. His mind was confused as it was, too much so to argue hygiene habits with the elder tanuki. His thoughts were Bourbon's thoughts, and vice versa. As was every other sensation the coon was having. Everything he touched, smelled, or eyed, Daiquiri experienced it in some manner as well. Distant things like the feel of the carpet under Bourbon's toes, or the walls when he drug his fingers along them. And he felt more “important” things to one in his state. Like the smell of unwashed musk. Bourbon's musk. HIS own musk. Or at least it was his odor now as a part of the old coon's anatomy. He liked the smells. Every time that Bourbon's nose picked up his own stink, blood and hormones flowed down his body and straight into Daiquiri.. The coon's sex drive was in overdrive, not so much from his lack of washing, but from the bordello itself. It stank. Of sex. And as a sexual being, that part of Bourbon's brain was on high alert. Daiquiri had found himself half chub'ed since they had left the room where a kappa still lay in the tub. He felt Bourbon's huge nuts below him, rubbing against his thighs and being bounced by them as well. Every brush of flesh stimulated him further. He wanted to cum. To shoot gushers of the creamy stuff all over the floor like a fire-hydrant. But at the moment, he had no way to address that. He had no arms, no legs, and worst of all, no penis. He also had little to no control of his body either. He had tried to bend one direction or the other and had only managed to twitch a few times. Bourbon said that felt nice...\n\nBeing blue balled while you were attached to a pair was a very frustrating state to be in. Daiquiri could “see” himself somewhat. A shaft, covered in darker skin that draped over his tip like a overgrown turtle-neck. Bourbon's sheath kept him pointed somewhat straight ahead as he walked. He had to admit it was a rather good way to disguise him. No-one would know Bourbon had a passenger. The coon turned phallus was less enthusiastic over Bourbon's own disguise however. The larger of the two twitched his cute pink nose and the whiskers on his snout vibrated in turn.\n\n“You think I’m too cute.” \nBourbon prodded. Daiquiri's thoughts squirmed. He didn’t like being mentally naked like this. \n\n“No, its...i dunno. Kinda...” he responded. \n\n“Kinda what?” Bourbon asked, his thoughts seeming slightly perturbed. \nDaiquiri contemplated lying but both of them knew that was a worthless endeavor. Although Bourbon did think it was cute the younger coon didn’t want to upset him. \n\n“You look almost the same. You just changed your nose and added the ears and the...”\nDaiquiri felt Bourbon angerly wag his cute cotton tail. \n“Yes that too. I do think we look...mmm...” he lost his train of thought as he erected slightly. Bourbon's paws found him again and rubbed against his tip as he protruded more from the foreskin. \n“Buuuuttttt....” Bourbon smirked, poking around in Daiquiri's brain. The old coon could feel his friend's thoughts as if they were his own, like a little nag that kept giving him opposing opinions from his own. He found his penis's thoughts on the matter and found that...he had a point. He hated being wrong. He grunted, annoyed but defeated. “You're right. I should make this more...dramatic of a change.\" he thought to his passenger, ” But don't think I’m lazy. You know damn well I’m lazy. I can however take a constructive criticism.” \nWith that Bourbon sucked in his impressive gut. And it stuck that way. Daiquiri could dimly feel the coon's bones and body moving, flexing and flowing as he became taller, his fat being pushed around, down his legs and hips. He could feel their feet elongating further. The toes wiggled and splayed. He felt their face contract and contort. He even felt their skull press downward as he reshaped it. Bourbon blinked and looked himself over. Daiquiri did as well. A shapely and plump body was before their eyes. He was much taller and longer than before too. Big feet and paws. A pot belly but nothing beyond being plump. Daiquiri could feel it when Bourbon ran his paws over his newly shaped face. Its contours were much improved from the earlier attempt. This time he gave it a real effort Daiquiri sensed. Bourbon's paw ran to his dick and flicked the tip. He grunted slightly and Daiquiri shivered a bit. “Ooooh. Ok bad idea..” he muttered aloud to no one. Then he blinked and snapped his fingers. “Almost forgot” he spoke aloud this time to the air. Daiquiri felt a shiver run along his shape as he felt the sheath containing him flex and stretch. A tuck here, a pull there. By the time Daiquiri emerged from between the rabbit's legs, he had a entirely new and exotic shape. Bourbon smiled. “Test wank?” he asked. Daiquiri throbbed in agreement. \n\n\n\n“Soo...what are we gonna be seeing in this place?” Daiquiri asked his “driver” as he dangled in place. Bourbon's thoughts swirled in his head and Daiquiri could briefly tell the older coon was debating what to divulge and what to keep to his chest. Daiquiri gave off a wave of frustration. Bourbon felt it and sighed. “Fine fine. Don't say I didn't warn ya though.” he replied silently. “We are going to be shmoozing, fondling, and possibly spooning demons, monsters, ghosts, and likely a god or two.”\nDaiquiri wished he had eyes to blink with. “..what?”\nBourbon smirked to himself. “That kappa was a kind of demon. Big L was another type before he...” the coon searched for the right words “contracted his current condition.”\nImages of spindly imps in red spandex and thin mustaches danced though Daiquiri's head. Bourbon shook his own. “No not like that. Although those guys are around too.” the old coon corrected him. Daiquiri could feel the coon concocting a lesson for him even before he gave it. \n“This is the 'other-side'. There are 3 layers to the world. The top, the middle, and the bottom. The human world is on the top layer. The places you go when you...” he drew a finger across his neck and made a “SQUICK” sound. “...are on the bottom and sandwiched between them is this place. This is where all the monsters and other things live.”\nDaiquiri was silent for a good chunk of time. He asked finally, “Are we...monsters?”\nBourbon stopped and laughed aloud. Since no one was there with them it appeared the pot bellied rabbit had a touch of the crazy. \n“No no...we're gods.”\n\nAgain, Daiquiri wished for anatomy he currently didn’t possess.\n\n\n\n\n\nA short time later, as Bourbon was explaining the finer points of the last time he had slept with a chupacabara (“As soon as she asked me to turn into a goat I knew this three-way had gone south...”),\na form finally crossed their path. \n\nThey had been walking so long, down identical hallways, that Daiquiri had become convinced they were going in circles. The difference with this hallway was that it had a fox in it. And unlike most of the animal things Daiquiri had seen of late, this one was on all fours like his brain was used to. It looked at them with wide yellow eyes and looked a bit surprised. Bourbon, ever the instigator, smirked and took hold of Daiquiri and wiggled him at the animal. The fox made a grunt and turned away, tail flicked high and scampered down the hall. “The hell you do that for?” Daiquiri questioned. \nBourbon shrugged. “Least we know the right direction now.” he answered. The pair followed at a pleasurable pace until they stopped once again. The fox had turned a corner and stopped at the feet of a much larger fox. This one was standing on 2 legs and was wearing a formal silk kimono. That was the only garment he wore and it seemed more for show then function as its bottom was too short to hide his testicles or his ass crack. The seemingly feral fox came to the larger's feet and made a assortment of noises. The larger nodded and waved him off. He then spoke in a slightly raspy but easily understood voice. \n\n“I’m sorry sir, my...” he searched his mind for a good term for lackey or underling,” 'counterpart' found you wondering around. Did you need some assistance?” he asked. His nose caught a whiff of them and suggested “Perhaps another pint or maybe another concubine?” \n\nDaiquiri was reminded of the waiter at a snooty restaurant he once ate at. Bourbon paid it no mind, slipping into character. Even the voice that left his mouth was a little different. “Oohh don't mind little old me. Just a bit...shit-faced as you might put it.” he boozed. Again, wish for eyes to roll on Daiquiri's part. The fox smiled a strained expression, like he has smelt something foul and had to pretend it was roses. Daiquiri now noticed something was amiss beyond this fox's speech and walk. He had more then one tail. He had three. Bourbon noticed this as well and answered his cohort with his mind. “A 'kitchy' The more tails, the smarter and stronger they are...”\n“A what?” The cock asked. \n“Kistume.” he replied. \nDaiquiri nodded, meaning he twitched slightly. If the fox saw it he didn't show it. The red furred animal nodded “well...yes. Is there something I may do for you even if you are sufficiently...intoxicated?” he tried. Bourbon smirked. His trademark. “Oh very much so. There's a dining hall somewhere in this hole. And since I have yet to stick my dick in it, would you point the way?” he asked. His belly grumbled in a extra bit of oomph for the request.\n\nThe fox led them down 2 more identical hallways (where the sounds of some particularly angry sounding sex was going on), until they came to a wide doorway. The fox opened the heavy doors and ushered them in. Bourbon's stomach made a sound like a duck being smashed in a waffle iron.\nHe smiled. Widely. \n\nThe dining hall of the bordello was a sight indeed for the hungry tanuki. Long rows of food of all kinds (and several things Daiquiri had never seen) steamed and awaited consumption. And all around were beings that were not humans. Then again, neither was he lately. And if he didn't have Bourbon to remind him of that periodically, he would forget he had been one period. Being a cock wasn't helping that either.\n\nThe vast majority of the creatures here were standing erect and had the shape of a man. But past the bipedal stance, there was a zoo's worth of species. Clothing was sparse if worn at all although from the way that some of them held themselves, it was because of the nature of this place then a lack of modesty. One expects to see bikinis and overabundance of skin at a pool. So a whore house would fall into the same category he supposed. Tails, horns, claws and peni of every shape and size dangled in plain view as Bourbon walked around the crowd. The sights and smells were making Daiquiri harden, and quickly. Thick muscular bull men. A sow with 4 rows of breasts down her chest. (each in it's own silk see though bikini top). Canines dressed in gold and Egyptian jewelry. A elephant ran his trunk along a horse's neck and down his back, stopping as he found the underside of his tail. Among all this debauchery, no one batted a eye at the rabbit that had come into the room. Bourbon had picked a decent disguise after-all as no one paid him a single glance. Daiquiri even saw another rabbit. Two in fact. A purple one wearing nothing but a smile while another one, red as a baboon's ass and dressed in black leather. That one scooted on all fours as the other lead him like a dog. Daiquiri couldn’t see his face through the gimp mask over his head but he seemed fine with the situation. The erection between his legs and the leash around his balls seemed to say that just fine. Bourbon noticed that as well apparently as Daiquiri felt a wave of sensation down his form. Once it stopped he realized that Bourbon had reshaped him again. The next time he saw the red rabbit's dick bounce between his legs, he found his shape matched it perfectly now. He heard Bourbon whisper in his mind “Perfectionist.” \n\nDaiquiri finally decided what this place reminded him of. A cruise. Or at least one where you fucked instead of playing shuffleboard. Still, at least this part of the experience was familiar. Daiquiri briefly remembered something he had forgot. He had gone on a cruise before. As part of a business trip. What had he been? Visions of stock floors and numbers flowing like streams. A memory of his previous profession danced on the edge of his mind. And it was dropped when Bourbon bumped him against a woman's rump. \nHer flesh against his shape. The soft fabric. The smell of her flesh and sex. All thought dropped from his mind as he stiffened up and left a slight dribble of clear pre on her dress. The woman, a skunk with a red dress around her toned body, made a slightly surprised sound and turned to see who had poked her ass. Bourbon smiled, blushing. He had a platter full of food, (and several things already in his mouth) and honest to god, had not meant to do that. She debated smacking him but let it go. The tanuki in disguise swallowed and cleared his throat. “Pardon me miss. I was after that rump in front of you and not the one under that lovely dress.” he told her. He pointed to the roast on the table she stood against to prove his point. She smirked, her brow strained a bit. “Its no issue...Mister...?” she asked, her tone like one would use with a child. Bourbon put up a paw and waved her off. “No names my dear. Ruins the thrill of the chase.” he replied. The skunk woman blinked, her petite and pretty face not expecting that. And then Bourbon took one of her soft paws and kissed the top of it. She stiffened and drew her hand back. Daiquiri finally shook off his arousal a bit, realizing what was going on once more. He peered at Bourbon's thoughts and giggled, although it was a bit frustrated. “Can't you go an hour without trying to sleep with someone?” he teased. Bourbon smiled. “Look who's talking.” he replied to him silently.\n\nThe skunk woman led them to a table as Bourbon stuffed his face. Daiquiri realized shortly that, while the old coon did indeed plan on a quick romp with this woman, he had a different primary purpose in mind: Information. \nThe woman dined daintily on a salad as the “rabbit” sucked down several plates full. She was kind enough not to be disgusted by his voracious appetite. Or at least kept it hidden. Bourbon kept his “charming drunk” persona on as he made chit chat. The topic bounced between the food and the accommodations (confirming that all of the rooms were identical) and the layout of the building. The bordello was two wings of rooms with a center consisting of the dining hall and staff areas. By claiming he had done nothing but drink and screw for the last several days, Bourbon coaxed the woman into believing he had no idea where anything was in this place. It was a semi truth. Bourbon didn't like to lie to women but he knew she was a big girl and could handle being his unknowing stool pigeon. \n\n“Soo, heh I am curious what tastes a lovely lady such as yourself has.” he shmoozed between bites of duck and what Daiquiri assumed was calamari.\n\nShe measured her tone, debating what to proclaim. This rabbit was a chatty drunk that was for sure. She could smell his cock from here as well. He likely only had one thing on his mind. And the mind she meant was between his legs. \n“The male wing has a lovely collection of suitors. A gryphon earlier this morning. He was well trained.” she smiled. “Even made coffee for me when I woke up.” \nBourbon smirked. “I bet I know what he used to stir the creamer” \nthe skunk impaled a crouton with her fork. “Likely not what stirred yours earlier. What is that odor I smell on you? Kappa? Oh I do hope you washed up after. I don’t think algae grows very well on testicles.” She quipped.\nBourbon smiled and slurped a bit of tentacle down his lips. \n\n\n“Ooh what do I have to do to get you out of that dress?” Bourbon smiled at the black and white figure as she walked along. She rolled her eyes a bit. “You are insistent aren’t you?” she muttered. The rabbit smiled as he followed her. After Bourbon had stuffed himself so much he was visibly swollen, the skunk had excused herself and headed for the massage parlor. She had hoped to ditch her lagomorph suitor, but he had sniffed her out with little effort. She was shocked he could be that fast with that much food in his gut. \n\n“Lilly?” a voice asked, stopping the skunk in her tracks. Bourbon stopped too and looked past her at the owner of the sound. Another fox, this time a bit taller and more erect standing then the last one. And like the last one he had more then one tail behind him. Six this time. As Bourbon had said, the more tails the more changes. This one stood as tall as they did and had none of the bent posture of the three tailed fox. He too was dressed in a kimono that did nothing to hide his balls. Although while the last fox had been wearing a rather drab brown one, this one was clad in a blue silken one with small purple diamond shapes on it. Daiquiri figured he must be of higher rank. 'Lilly' blushed a bit and looked back at Bourbon. There was shame on her face. The fox blinked and repeated her name. She looked back at him and both tanuki could easily see what transpired silently between them. Bourbon interrupted the scene, stepping between them. “Thank you for leading me to the staff area miss 'Lilly'. I won't trouble such a kind and lovely lady further on this old drunk's account.” he sloshed. Lilly swallowed and nodded. The fox eyed the rabbit and he eyed him back. They stood there a moment. Their faces both very serious. Until Bourbon stuck out his tongue and slapped the fox on the back. “Oh I had you going there didn't I!” he laughed at himself. The fox blinked. “I..I have no idea what you mean sir! You..you..' he stammered. He was young but spoke in the way noble sorts do. \nBourbon giggled. “Come on now. I’m not blind. You two are...” he winked twice and grinned in a very shit eating way. The fox blushed a bit now as did Lilly. Bourbon laughed a bit harder. “I promise ya, your stinky mistress here is an untouched flower.” he beamed. \nLilly scrunched up her face in confusion. Bourbon saw it and wiggled a finger. “You have a terrible poker face miss Lilly.” he told her. The skunk frowned but in a pleased way. The fox gave her a confused look. She shook her head and put a hand on his shoulder. She was a hair taller then him and her big fluffy tail could easily hide him. The fox adjusted his collar, then leaned in to quickly peck her cheek. She smiled and rubbed the scruff of his neck.\n\n“Well I guess I wont be getting under that dress after-all.” Bourbon sighed. Daiquiri wished he could giggle at the moment. The old coon crackled his knuckles and looked the fox over a bit. “You seem trusting enough. I cant smell anyone on your dick aside from your lady here.” he declared. The fox's face flushed a bit.\n“You are a rude little arse aren’t you.” he muttered. Bourbon took it as a compliment. \n“Got a name?” he asked. \n“Roku” the fox growled. \n“You work here I assume?” the tanuki inquired. The fox nodded. \n“Where's your boss?” Bourbon asked. \nRoku gave him a cock eyed look. “...why do you want to see Master Kyu?” he asked.\nThe tanuki shrugged. “I have business with him.” \nThe fox rubbed the skunk's hand. Daiquiri read his face and whispered to the old coon silently “Must be hard to be celibate in a whore house. Or to date your coworkers” he told him. Bourbon agreed.\n\nThis clearly was not just some lecherous drunk the fox decided. This creature was clearly something else entirely. Something old and well versed in the art of trickery. The rabbit wanted him to know it too. He was toying with him.\nThe fox swallowed and said softly. “You smell strange. I can sense something strange about you. If I can sense it, Master Kyu will too.” he warned. His multiple tails waged angrily. \n\nBourbon smiled. “Well that's my problem now isn’t it?” and added \n“Of course, we all have our own problems now don't we?”\n\nThe fox was silent for a good moment before he spoke again. “Master is in a meeting. Take the left hall and go to the room with the 9 written on it.”\nBourbon nodded and gave a little polite bow.\nThe fox nodded. “I assume you will not mention myself or my love.” he asked.\nBourbon nodded. “Already forgotten.”\n\n-\n\nThe taunki in disguise and his penis took the fox's directions and made their way deeper into the compound. They saw less and less patrons and soon none at all by the time they came to the last hallway. Bourbon had danced and swayed as if drunk off his ass the whole way. To keep up appearances of course. The fox waiters with booze on trays that kept passing by did help however. Bourbon eventually slowed to a crawl and waited till no one was near by. He thought a moment and pressed one of his big ears against the wall and listened. At first nothing. He scooted along the wall a bit more. Inch by inch until he could hear soft mutters of voices. At least two. He leaned away from the wall and eyed the door several feet away from him. A large kanji for 9 was etched right onto the door in gold. He scooted closer and closer, soon having his big ears right on the door. \n\nSMASH\n\nThere was a thick shuffling of feet and Bourbon stiffened. He could hear at least one of the voices inside the room coming to the door. \n\nSLAM\n\nSaid door opened with a bang, and was breached by a tall and sinewy form. Another fox. A BIG one. Nearing 6ft tall (which to shorties like the taunki made him a giant) It was nude save for the silk robe over his body that touched the floor and drug behind him like a shroud. His furred body was a copper tone and he glittered a bit, as if he had rolled in gold dust before popping though the door frame. His canine face was scowling, the top of his head sporting a long collection of fur like a lion's mane, pulled and tied back into a pony tail. Long ears reached back from his head and pointed backwards. He strode forward, walking on the tips of his toes and went down the hall. A set of nine fluffy tails poked from under his robe and all of them danced angrily together. The kitsune had not noticed the big potted plant that sat next to the doorway. Nor did he see it when the potted plant grew short fat legs and waddled into the now open room. Lucky for the tanuki, no one else was inside. Bourbon swelled, leaves becoming fur, bark turning to flesh again and rubbed his neck. He popped it a bit and stretched his back. Daiquiri wiggled and poked out of Bourbon's bare groin flesh like a pimple before he grew back to full phallic shape. The rabbit disguise had been abandoned, leaving Bourbon his usual, giant scrotum-ed self. The big ears were bugging his neck anyways...\n\nThe coon eyed the room. It was a conference room, adorned in red velvet and gold trim. Walls lined with cabinets full of expensive looking trinkets and weapons. Daggers and the like. A long table with several chairs lining it's sides. The table itself was a dark expensive wood and smelt of money. And burning. As there was a smoldering mass of blackened plastic sitting on it. Bourbon eyed and poked it, finding it had lately been a phone. He sniffed the melted mound and scowled. “Foxfire” he muttered. Before Daiquiri could ask what that was, they both heard venomous shouting down the hall where the kitsune had gone. “Better camp out here...” Bourbon muttered aloud. He then wrapped his hands around his penis, gripping it tightly before pulling it right off his groin. \n\nHe tossed it on the floor and grunted slightly, as if taking a shit. Another cock swelled and popped out of his skin in moments. His real one. Discarded, Daiquiri wiggled on the floor in a confused state. His brain scrambled as he took in the fact that he was no longer attached to the old coon's warm flesh. The thought that “Do babies feel this way when the umbilical is cut?” crossed his mind. He shuddered and forced himself to shake it off. “You're not a cock you're not a cock” he told himself repeatedly. The member on the floor thrashed and swelled like a sausage in the microwave too long. It browned and then started to deform, growing legs and arms, the fat cock-head growing ears and a face. Shortly, Daiquiri knelt on the floor, panting and spitting, cum oozing out of his mouth and nose. Bourbon ran a paw over the reforming coon's snout and wiped the fluids off, putting them in his own lips. “Hurry up and get in place. He's coming back...” he whispered before eying the room. He hmm-med and then smiled. Setting upon the desk was a old fashioned drinking bird toy. The toy was roughly the size of a soda bottle and slowly rocked back and forth, drinking from the empty plastic glass in front of it silently. Daiquiri shook his head when he saw the look in Bourbon's eye. \n“Really?” he croaked. More cum oozed down his lip and he sucked it up. The old coon nodded. The younger smirked now. “What if that thing is someone in disguise too?” he offered. Bourbon shrugged. “Well they are shit outta luck.” he answered, smashing the bird with his fist and quickly sliding it off the table into a trash can. \n\nBourbon coon hopped up onto the table now and started to change, mass shriveling as he became smaller and his shape elongated. His arms disappeared into his torso as it thinned into a tube. His balls followed as they became transparent and filled with liquid weight in his back end. His head swelled and rounded, filling with a counterbalance. Eventually the weight took effect and the plastic tanuki dipped downward, his snout 'drinking' from the empty glass and then rearing back up. The top of his head seemed to flatten and then stretched forming a plastic hat on-top of his plastic skull. Shortly the coon was a copy of the drinking bird he had smashed. Daiquiri smiled and tapped the testicles turned counterbalance, making Bourbon twitch a bit. The younger coon rubbed his chin, debating. Truth be told he wished Bourbon had left him attached to his groin. And the fact that he was feeling this pang made him know if he stayed that way for too long...best not to think what would eventually happen.\nThat and he wagered that keeping him as a part of his body was more of a strain on the old coon. Daiquiri's own body ached in strange new ways and he figured he was experiencing a transformation fatigue of sorts. If Bourbon was as sore as he was getting he did not show it. \n\nDaiquiri could hear the steps down the hall getting closer and he panicked. The coon quickly shoved one of the chairs out of the way and stood in its place. The coon bent his himself backward and touched the floor with his palms while his feet stayed on the floor. From this crab like position the coon shoved his tail between his legs, holding it straight upward. His tail started to flatten and widen, lengthening as he started to change shape. His legs and arms squared up as his paws curled into round tips. The coon kept an eye on the chair he had moved for reference as he transformed. His fur turned to wood. His belly fat softened and swelled outward, becoming a cushion. He felt his head mush downward against his fabric moobs and gut. His body ached like he was forcing a cramped muscle to move. Nothing fancy this time. Just look at the chair...copy the chair...think like a chair...be a chair...\nSoon, a identical seat sat in place under the table. Neither the bird nor the chair moved an inch...\n\nKyu strode back into the room moments later. He was still too irritated to notice anything had changed in the room. The heated fox sat down in the chair at the head of the table with a flop. He ran his long thin fingers along his brow, kneading the flesh. Painful stars and tightness nipped at his consensus. His body shuddered slightly. He opened an eye, big and yellow, and noticed the still smoldering mound of phone. A vein twitched in his forehead and he sighed. He cursed himself. How could he let himself get so enraged so easily? It was...unbecoming of him. He was thankful that no one had seen that outburst but him and the room. Of course the “san” had heard him. But the lower 3 tail was likely now deaf in that ear. If he was smart that would be the only loss he would have today. \nThe 9 tailed fox leaned forward and steepled his hands together. The long claw tips clicked against each other softly. He remembered his breathing exercises and followed them. By the time another 'san' had come into the room he appeared to be his usual collected self. The smaller hunched fox sat a new cellphone on the desk and stood waiting for another order. Kyu shoo'ed him away with barely a glance. The fox did so, breaking onto all fours as he left as fast as he could. The kitsune took the new phone and quickly tapped in a number with his delicate claw tips. \n\n“Yes...yes...send him to me please...” he spoke. The irritation in his voice was clear but controlled. Then he was told something he hated to hear: Excuses. “I don't care if he is fucking.” he breathed. He flicked his tongue, long and thick, on his teeth a bit. “He can bring the girl with him on his cock for all I care. Get him here....” he could feel the rage swelling in his guts. Swirling. Trying to escape. “...please.” he finished. \n\nHe sat the phone down and fiddled for a hidden drawer on the underside of the table. The new chair could see it easily from his vantage point. The fox had the pack of smokes he had hidden and quickly popped one in his lips. The package was burnt and crushed, having seen plenty of use. Bourbon noticed oddly enough, it was a human brand. \nThe fox ran a finger to the cigarette’s tip and the thing instantly lit with nary a delay. The fox sucked on it greedily and reclined back, smoke bellowing out of his nostrils and dark lips. He mmmed. And stuck 2 more in his mouth. \n\nThere was only time for the kitsune to half finish all 3 smokes before his phone buzzed. He eyed it briefly and nodded, plucking the butts from his lip. Bourbon waited for a ash tray to be produced but merely watched as the fox incinerated the smokes into ash with barely a twitch of his fingers. The fox waved the fine ash into the air and waited for his guest. He then noticed the melted phone was still there. He grunted and picked the lump of black plastic off the table and tossed it in the trashcan. The discarded drinking bird inside kinked softly from the impact. As he waited there, the fox occupied himself by trying to clean the scorch mark off the table with the tip of his robe. \n\nShortly, A distant cursing could be heard before heavy thick footsteps came from up the hall. The two tanuki watched as Kyu stood and adjusted his robe, running his claws through his hair, and even taking a quick moment to scratch his balls before returning to his seat. \nMore foot steps, the thick heavy ones and smaller shuffling ones. \nA fat wide body pushed the door open without a knock and stomped in, accompanied by several other pairs of feet. Daiquiri could only see shins and paws from his viewpoint. A few balls and the tip of a camel-toe if he strained his field of view. He was too scared of being spotted to move his eyes from where he had left them when he changed. Bourbon however had a perfect vantage point to see the new arrivals. The bird tipped and drank quietly. Watching. Contemplating. Things had just gotten more complicated.\n\n“Evening kitsune!” Big L bellowed in a thick hearty voice. Kyu's left eye twitched slightly. He HATED when he was not addressed by his name. Or at least a appropriate title like Sir or Master. The fox and the unseen spy’s eyed the fat ceramic cat as he stood in the doorway. At his side was three more of the lower kitsunes, attempting to reign him in. The fact he had stomped down the hallways and hadn’t bothered even a bit of clothing did not look highly on them. Or the fact that the big cat had indeed brought the whore that was attending him along. The hippo girl was dressed in nothing but gold chains that dangled from her thick pink nipple piercings, said nipples popping nicely from her purple hide. She clung to the white feline's arm like a grape flavored decoration. She was a bit wider then he was and just as tall. Apparently Big L likes them big.\nBourbon eyed her face and debated if she was merely playing her part or if she was too stupid to know this was a poor idea to come along. She ran a paw along the cat's fat chest, teasing one of his hard nipples. Big L's flesh was still as hard and shiny as ever. Bourbon did see a bit of...age to him. His painted on face and even the small spots on his back seemed a bit paler. Almost scuffed. \n\nSpeaking of changes. While the hooker and the servants kept Big L occupied, one more member of his group had followed behind and closed the door. \nWallace adjusted his glasses and his nose twitched cutely when he did so. The rabbit faced man had become more bunny than man since last they had seen him. His ears were bigger. His feet were as well. And from the view of his rump when he turned, Bourbon saw he had cute twitchy little tail. And while he had previously been mostly hairless like the other humans had been...that was no longer the case. \nHis thin coat-hanger of a body was now coated in a soft white fur. If Bourbon was a gambling man, which he was, he'd wager the rabbit had only recently gained his new coat. The way he held himself was a give away. Nervous. Fidgety. Cute in a way. He was dressed in a dark red kimono with white trim that hung a bit too big on him. The hole in the back for his tail also exposed a good view of his butt crack. Not that that bit of indecent exposure mattered much here. Big L's cock was still erect, and protruded from his legs like a spout from a erotic tea kettle. \n\nKyu spoke in a tight controlled voice. “Mr. L.” \nThe cat smirked slightly. Ever so slightly. He motioned to the chair Daiquiri had become and Wallace was quick to pull it out for him. The coon in disguise gave up and moved his eyes from the chair-seat’s edge and directly on the seat. He had just a moment to move again before a wide white taint and cheeks sat down on him. He strained. The coon tightened himself and managed to only bow slightly as the fat cat sat himself down and got comfortable. It took Daiquiri only moments to recognize that smell. That slick china like skin. That big cork between his ass cheeks. Big L. \nHe had never wanted to see that bastard again. Least of all his taint. Although it did answer a question he had since he met him. The cat did indeed have genitals. He knew that because he could feel them on his head. \nThe chair began to rethink his poor choice of disguise...\n\nWallace took a seat next to his boss while the working girl made her way around to the other-side of the table. Kyu took a moment to breath in her scent. A pleasant perfume of arousal to match her lovely...wide features. Shame he didn't recall her name. “Miss...?” he offered as she sat down near the drinking bird. She eyed it and giggled at its bobbing motion. Her chair made a groan as if it was screaming. “Poppy” she told him. He nodded and turned to his other underlings. \n“Leave.” he growled. The foxes vacated with great speed. \nWallace swallowed slightly. “Um..should I leave too?” he asked.\n\nBig L hee haw'ed a bit. “Oh don't let him scare you. I'M much scarier then he is.” he laughed. The fox's brow twitched a bit but he spoke softly. “No. You should stay. I don't know if your boss can comprehend simple instructions. He may need a translator.”\nBig L stopped laughing but kept his smile on. He put his hand out and Wallace was quick to produce a cigar and hand it to him. The cat smirked and pointed the tip of it at the kitsune. Kyu showed all of his many pointed sharp teeth in a grin that would make children com-bust. The cigar tip lit up and glowed red with barely a flick of the fox's finger. Big L nodded and started to puff away at the stogie. He mmmed and breathed the smoke out, his chair creaking a bit. Bourbon wondered a bit if he was imagining it or if he did hear Daiquiri calling the cat a “fatty fatty fat fucker” in his mind. \n\nBig L spoke matter of factually now that the initial dick waving period was over. “While I do appreciate letting me drink your drinks, smoke your smokes, and have my way with your whores...” he winked at Poppy at that last one. \n“...I know there's a reason you drug me away from my fun. Is there a problem?”\nKyu nodded. “There is. I thought I was being most generous with you. Not only did I help you unload your merchandise, but I invited you to my establishment free of charge.”\nThe cat nodded. “Very kind of you to do so.” he added. “shame Miss Poppy has been the only 'real' woman i've found here yet.” he mmmed. Poppy giggled a bit. Bourbon could smell her clit as it dribbled on her seat. Kyu's eye twitched again. “I'll make a note of that...” he muttered. \nHe turned his yellow eyes to Wallace. “Please Mr. Wallace. Do read off the ledger for me.” The rabbit nodded and dug through his robe, finding his notes and digging through them with the practiced speed only a rabbit could manage. He stopped and read off “ 5 dragon eggs...2 monkey paws...3 kilos of cocaine...5galons of Tanuki semen...” Daiquiri twitched a bit at that one. As did Big L. \nBourbon's plastic beak didn’t show his smile. Daiquiri wondered to himself how long Bourbon was going to let him go on without knowing his spooge was worth being smuggled alongside cocaine.\n\nThe rabbit continued “...3 phoenix feathers...35 cell phones...2 fax machines...converting equipment for the electronics...40 cases of Red Apple Cigarettes...2 gold statues...1 Necro-...” but Kyu stopped him with wave of his hand. “There we are. The statues.” \nBig L's ceramic face said nothing. Being painted on was a built in poker face. “What about those?” he said dismissively. \nKyu smiled and showed his teeth again. \n\nSSWUTHUNK\n\nDaiquiri creaked under the fat cat again as something rocked him backward. He would have tipped over if it wasn’t for the fact that he had made his back legs swell up. He pushed against both the fat ass siting in him and whatever was shoving him backward. The result was the chair titling but staying upright. \n\nBig L made a sputtering sound as the thick hand wrapped around his throat. Kyu hadn't left his seat. He had merely stretched out his arm across the table and wrapped his hand around the cat's throat. The arm stretched a good 4 feet long and hadn’t lost any strength from being extended like a rubber band. His hand had grown longer too, fingers warping around the cat's fat throat neatly. Big L gripped the fox's wrist with his ceramic fingers, trying to pry him off, maybe break his wrist if he could get around it. The fox tightened and there was a dull KRKRINK sound. Big L became very very still. A hairline crack had grown along the side of his neck and snaked up the edge of his right cheek. \n\nKyu smiled and tilted his head, cocking an ear to listen to that sound. “Ooooh. Now that is interesting. I was wondering what would happen when I did this. I was afraid that pottery you are made of would bend or maybe deform. But no!” He laughed and took a moment to dig a claw-tip into the thin crack. Big L squirmed and smacked his hard tail against the fox's fist. The dull twaps didn’t make him let go. “Ooh this is soo tempting. I really want to see if you just drop dead or if you'd still be alive with your head detached.” he breathed soothingly. This was the relief he was wanting earlier. \n\nThe cat made a gagging noise and his painted on face strained further. Bourbon didn’t think he could actually be strangled to death but that was the least of his worries now. “But...I’m a gracious host. You aren't my property. It would be rude of me to simply snap your fat head off your neck and send your assistant home with you in a trash bag. No, I will let you fix your mistake.” The cat growled and mewled. \n“You see, I was under the impression those statues were just that. Statues. Two fat tanuki statues to sit and look expensive on the floor.” he started, taking a moment to again get a smoke from his hidden pack. He puffed on it as the stogie in L's lips burned away without being puffed. \n“But I was told today that...heh, whadya know! They've gone MISSING.” he snapped. He was almost giggling at that last word. “All my servants found this afternoon was a big pile of melted gold flakes and what I assume was golden vomit.”\nBig L kept up his squirming but choked out. “TH...THAT WASNNT SUPOSE TO HAPPGGK!” \nThe fox tightened his grip. The big crack snaked up another inch along the cat's cheek. “Oh?” the fox inquired. The fat cat spat “FUC..KK THEY MUSTA HAD A COUNTERSPELL OR SOMETHIN! THEY WEREN'T SUPOSE TO TURN THE FUCK BACKK!”\n\nKyu released his hand from around Big L's throat. The cat (and Daiquiri), no longer having the force shoving against them, both fell over onto the floor with a thick thud. The cat showed amazing speed as he rolled over and stood up, hands around his throat as if it had been cut open. His painted on eyes were wide and worried, feeling the large crack in his neck fat. \nKyu looked at his sharp fingernails as he inspected one that had broken. He huffed on it and took out a nail file and began to file it. “Well MISTER L. It did happen regardless. I want you to go though this place and find them. Drag them back to me. I paid for decorations. I will have them even I have to stuff them myself.”\n\nThe white cat looked at him and said nothing. He merely shoved the door open and stormed out, breaking the hinges as he left. Wallace sat in his chair, a puddle having developed between his legs. Kyu paid it no mind as he stood up and snapped his fingers. Poppy quickly stood up (the chair her ass had been attached to falling off about 2 steps later) and left as well. Kyu adjusted his robe and straightened his hair once more before looking at the rabbit. “Be sure your...employer doesn't make a bigger fool of himself. You seem to have a brain between those big ears. Tanuki are fond of drink, women and food. They are likely in one of the rooms, knee deep in my booze and my whores. It should be just a matter of elimination.” he instructed him. The fox sucked the smoke in his lips to nothing and spat out the butt then strode out the door. Wallace started to breath again but then the fox stuck his head in once more and smiled. A “friendly” smile. Wallace's robe dampened more. “Oh and please, clean up a bit in here would you? I don't mind the smell of rabbit piss but not in my conference room. There's towels in the 3rd cabinet on the left.” he added. And then he left. The rabbit stood in the room, not moving for a good ten minutes. Once he was sure the big fox had left the area, he found the cabinet and produced several towels. He took his robe off and wiped himself dry before he spoke very softly. “You two can come out now.”\n\n\n“So how long did you know we were in here?”\nBourbon asked as he finished growing back to his correct size. Daiquiri peeked up, still sitting on the floor as he was willing his chair legs to become racoon legs again. His body was being painfully slow and resistant to returning to his 'normal' form. Wallace smiled a bit. And pointed to Daiquiri's underside. The younger tanuki gave him a cock eyed look and then bent his head back to look under his still chair shaped body. He blushed. He had a penis wiggling back at him. \n“Most chairs don't have cocks on them.” Wallace answered. Daiquiri grunted and pushed himself to change back faster. He was less annoyed that he had gotten a hard on while disguised, but more that it was Big L's stink that had gotten him hard. He needed to punch his dick for that one. \n\nBourbon rubbed his brow. “I take it Big L can't smell much with those cigars in his mouth all the time.” he reasoned. The rabbit nodded. “Neither can our client considering how many cigarettes he ordered. The human brands are much stronger here. This room stinks like a ash tray” the bunny commented. \nDaiquiri stood up finally and popped his back. It made a horrid KRRKCCK sound as he did. God he hurt all over. There was a creak followed by rustling and then the young coon was handed a thick glass bottle. He looked over and saw the booze bottle had been liberated from the cabinet behind him. He scowled and then smirked. \n“Really?” Daiquiri questioned. Bourbon nodded. “You my friend are too dry.” he smiled and then made a chugging motion to his cohort. The tanuki shrugged and upended the bottle into his lips. \n\nWallace let the pair drink while he did as he had been told. He straightened the chairs, cleaned up the piss he had made on one of them, and even managed to remove that burn from the table top. Bourbon whistled at how pristine he had made the place look. And the fact the rabbit had done all the tidying up ass naked wasn’t hurting either. The rabbit smiled. Bourbon eyed his bunny rump and pinched it. Wallace yipped and slapped his hand away. The coon giggled. “Sorry. I have a condition.” he laughed. \nDaiquiri rolled his eyes between swigs of vodka. \nOnce the bottle had expired he breathed and hawed a bit. “Oohh...that’s good shit.”\nBourbon fished another out from the cabinet and started to empty it as well. \nDaiquiri smacked his lips a bit and frowned as a thought occurred to him. “So I take it Big L wasn’t lying about that. The us not turning back part. Right?” he questioned. The rabbit nodded. “No. He wanted to get even with your partner here.”\nBourbon took a swig with nary a reaction. Daiquiri spoke for him. \n“So, why did we turn back?”\nThe rabbit blushed and smiled. Daiquiri smiled back and his heart warmed. “I swapped the curse coins out before he transformed you. Those ones were the real spell that you were told about. The one Big L had meant to use...well...you would have never turned back.” the rabbit confessed. \n\nDaiquiri wrapped his arms around the rabbit and hugged him tightly in a drunken flash. Wallace blinked and blushed red though his white fuzz. Bourbon waddled over to them and patted the rabbit on the shoulder. “Seems we owe ya fuzz butt.” he said. The rabbit smiled. Daiquiri asked quietly, face half buried in the rabbit's fur. “Why did you care about us? You had barely met us. And all those others...”\nThe rabbit looked away. “Most of those other statues had been there long before I came along. Nothing I could do there. I helped you two because...you...you Daiquiri. You drank with me.” he said. The coons blinked. “I don't mind Big L. I'm use to him. He can be nice...in his better moments. And Mr. Spend a Buck..” Daiquiri gave him a confused look. The rabbit blinked. “the horse. That's his name. He..he was friendly enough but...he'd come to work and go home to his mare.” Bourbon wondered if that was literal or not... \nThe rabbit continued. “I couldn't really go home. I was home in that office. This is the first time i've been out of that place in longer then I can remember. When you two showed up... I hadn't had someone be nice to me in a long time...”\nDaiquiri squeezed him tighter. He buried his snout in his neck fuzz and thanked him in muffled mutter.\n\n\n“Alright. I think we've had enough hugging.” Bourbon interrupted. The young coon pulled himself off of the rabbit and tried to compose himself. He was teary eyed again. \n“Why are you and Big L here anyways. I assumed we would just be smuggled in and shipped away.” Bourbon asked quickly. Wallace cleared his throat a bit. “Truth be told we've had a hard time of late. We sold you and a lot of other merchandise as a group. It was so large that our buyer insisted we deliver in person. He didn’t trust us.” \nBourbon smirked. “He had reason apparently.”\nDaiquiri shook his head and then his entire body. “Ok. ok. So, what the hell do we do now?” he asked. \n“Asking nicely to be let go is out of the question.” Bourbon said aloud. He resisted adding “I told you so”...for now. \n“I assume you two are under his property clause. You cant leave unless he relinquishes you or...” the rabbit's eyes looked away. \n“Or...?” Daiquiri asked out loud. Bourbon answered him.\n\n“Or we kill him.”\nBourbon took a swig.\n\n10\n\n“Are you sure this will work?”\n\nWallace asked shyly. He wasn't use to questioning someone. Ever.\nBig L required a heavy tact to make any sort of suggestion. The tanuki pair however were much more receptive. Hiding in this room specificly had been Wallace's idea after all. The rabbit watched with fascination as Bourbon had begun to masturbate until he was producing a good supply of pre-cum. He then took to smearing it along the edge of the doorway while Daiquiri took over his hand job. Bourbon had barely any change in his voice despite getting a handy as he spoke. “I've been gypping places outta room & board for years fuzz butt. I know how to hide a door.”\nWallace nodded and had no choice but to take his word for it. He watched the coon smear his sex fluid along the wood, very practiced in his work. Once finished, the coon put his fingers to the door frame's edges and spoke something soft and hushed. The smears started to steam and bubble. The smell of boiling pre-cum was a scent no-one in the room would soon forget. As the slime boiled, all three of them watched the wood and wallpaper beside it start to melt. A invisible finger was smudging the wood like wet clay as the doorway and wall fused. Shortly, Bourbon stepped back and the door was now clearly sealed to the wall. Daiquiri whistled a bit. “Neat. You need to teach me that one.” he added. \nBourbon nodded. “On my to-do list.”\nWallace came up to the door and touched it. The wood and plaster felt cool and unchanged. He tapped it. Despite what his eyes were telling him, that the wood and wall had been fused as if by a blowtorch, his fingers felt something else. “The door...I can still feel where the edges are.” he muttered. Bourbon grunted in agreement. “Despite my awesomeness, I can't melt the door and the wall together. This spell just hides the door's presence. The real impressive part is the other side of it. It should look like there was never a door there to begin with.” he informed the rabbit. \nDaiquiri hmmed a bit. “We could hide out here for days if need be.” he said aloud. Bourbon nodded. “Not for too long. As tempting as living forever in a whore house is, I have other plans.” \n\nWallace rubbed his shoulders though his robe. It still smelt of pee but he didn't want to go around naked as his friends were. The bunny wasn't use to all this excitement. Bourbon looked his way and asked. “Speaking of this room...”\nThe rabbit blushed a bit and nodded. “Right right. This is the old bathhouse.” he informed them as he motioned for the coons to follow. The area was still a mix of reds and gold trim but that quickly gave way to wooden plank flooring and thick sliding doors. One long row of hallway lined with doors on each side, each sliding door containing a small square shaped room. Each contained a large hot-tub built into the floor. At the end of the short hall was a steam room and through that room was a small pool. Said pool was decorated with palms and rocks to give it a grotto feel. Sadly, there was not a drop of liquid in any of these vessels. The grotto lost something with all the plants long dead. The entire area had a soft layer of dust on it and a old chlorine smell as well. \n\n“When we first arrived, Kyu gave us a short tour. This bathhouse hasn't been used in a few years.” Wallace informed them. “From what I gathered from the staff, there was some sort of change of ownership.” he motioned to the forgotten rooms with a sad shrug. “Shame. This part looks like it could be really pleasant.”\nDaiquiri ran a paw over the rabbit's shoulders. “Thank you for helping us again.” he breathed in his ear. The rabbit blushed. \nBourbon walked past them and eyed one of the hot tubs. He scowled at the dust lining it and looked around for some way to turn back on the water supply. Wallace shook his head. “Don't bother. The water has to be cut off by now.” he reasoned. Bourbon ignored him and kept looking around. \nDaiquiri let him be and asked a question of the bunny. “You don't plan to stay much longer with us right? Big L is gonna be wondering where you went to...”\nThe rabbit smiled, flattered that the tanuki was worried for him. “Its OK. Really. I know Big L's moods. Right now I’m the last thing on his mind. If anything I should stay out of his way for now. He won't start looking for me until its time to leave.” he assured him. \nBourbon piped in from inside the steam room. “Our favorite tea-pot is probably trying to fix his neck right now. Then he'll stomp though every damn room in here before he moves on to breaking every inanimate object he sees.” the coon commented. \nWallace nodded. “Sounds bout right.”\nBourbon came out of the room finally, holding several towels and a old rock hard sponge. “Kyu and his staff are more likely to find us before he does.” he said flatly as he handed the young coon and rabbit the cleaning supplies. “The hell are we doing with these?” Daiquiri questioned. The sponge he was holding felt like it was fresh from a fossil pit. The coon had also found several dusty bottles of floor wax and cleaner. \n“WE are going to tidy up a bit.” he answered simply. \n“Why?” Wallace asked in confusion. \nBourbon smiled. “You don't expect us to fuck you in a dirty tub do ya?”\n\n==\n\nWallace had stood in place a good 5mintues before he realized he should be working. Although he wouldn't exactly call this work. This was more like helping gather supplies to bake a cake...except this cake was for fucking. And he was the cake in question. After seeing how piss poor Daiquiri was at cleaning the floor, Bourbon had taken him with him to attempt to restart the water supply. This left the rabbit by himself to clean out the tub. The old coon had only asked him to clean this one room but rabbits are speedy things when they are promised sex (even if Wallace himself was too shy to admit that). He had cleaned the first tub and the room in record time. He could hear the two coons talking nearby but didn't eavesdrop on them. He merely continued to clean, moving on to the next hot tub. And the next...\n\n==\n\n“Not a bad view...” Daiquiri teased his elder. The old coon grunted and wiggled his ass for the youngster’s pleasure. “Get down here please. I need help with this.” Bourbon barked. \nDaiquiri knelt down and crawled on his hands and knees until he was right against Bourbon's side in the cramped space. The crawlspace was located directly under the main pool through a steel grate. The old coon had correctly guessed the plumbing was hidden under the wooden floor and had found the pipes with relative ease. Now he and Daiquiri were under said floor, staring at the steel guts of the bathhouse. The only light came from the opening of the crawlspace behind them and the occasional beam of light that shone though the wooden slats. Enough to work but not well lit by any means. Daiquiri found Bourbon eyeing a valve, debating silently if this was the one he wanted. He turned it and there was a soft rattling before nothing. Bourbon scowled. “I think there's a clog or something. Need to bypass it.” he muttered. Daiquiri started to crawl back out, figuring that was the end of that idea, until Bourbon brushed him with his tail. “Don't leave.” he ordered. \nDaiquiri cocked his head a bit. “Since when are you a plumber?” he questioned. Bourbon smirked in the dim light. “I’m just full of surprises...” he commented. The young coon watched as Bourbon stared at his hand and concentrated. The old coon made a cupping shape with his paw and then said shape started to contract. The curve of his grip became squared and firm looking. His thumb squared off at the tip as did his fingers. Daiquiri scooted up and watched closely as Bourbon finished making his tool for the job: a wrench. \n“Tools are new.” Daiquiri commented. Bourbon shrugged. “We can do a lot of things you don't know about yet.” he told him. Daiquiri nodded and let the next word slip out of his lips.\n“Weapons.” he said flatly. \nBourbon's expression hardened a bit. \n“Hammers, clubs, flails.” he responded. \nDaiquiri gave a bit of disappointment in his face. Bourbon saw it and decided to show and not tell. \n“I need a screwdriver” he requested. Daiquiri blinked and Bourbon saw his friend start to grip his belly and stretch out his neck, the top of his head starting to flatten and point up. Bourbon shook his head vigorously. “No no. Just use a finger.” he muttered. \nDaiquiri made a “oh” sound before his body reflexively snapped back to shape with a wiggle. He gave one of his fingers to Bourbon and concentrated. The fat digit started to elongate, the claw tip on the end flattening into a spade and then a flat point. The rest of his finger rounded and lost its joint, becoming a long rigid probe. “Like that?” Daiquiri asked. Bourbon nodded. \n\nBourbon then jerked the other coon's wrist forward and stuck the screwdriver finger into his shoulder fat. He grimaced slightly while Daiquiri made a little shrill squeak of surprise. The screwdriver tip dug into his fur and fat but then it did what screwdrivers aren’t suppose to do: \nit bent. \nDaiquiri yanked his paw away from Bourbon and sat up, smacking the back of his head on the floor above him. “OW FUCK!” he cursed and held the back of his head tightly, white flashes of pain dancing across his eyes. \n“Finished?” Bourbon asked, snapping Daiquiri's concentration from his sore head and back to him. The old coon pointed at the younger's still bent finger. “We can harden but only to a point. And it gets much harder to harden something small and flat. You could make a knife or a even a sword outta your whole arm if you want...” He held his other, non wrench hand up and demonstrated as he held his palm flat. Daiquiri watched as the coon's hand flattened like one end was in a press, thinning around his palm's edge. Soon Bourbon had what resembled a hatchet on the end of his arm in lieu of a hand. Daiquiri watched Bourbon's face and could see sweat rolling down his brow. The coon spoke in a strained voice. “But you have to flatten and harden the tip so much to make it cut...” he rasped before pressing his hatchet hand to his fat thigh. Daiquiri started to reach out to stop him but stopped short as he saw the blade bend like rubber around the skin. All that cut were a few stray hairs.\nDaiquiri nodded. Point made. He rubbed his head and winced as he waited for the pain in it to leave.\n\nThe old coon panted a bit and let his one hand return to its normal shape while the other remained a wrench. He turned back to the plumbing and started to use his tool hand to loosen a pipe. He grunted and laid on his backside. He motioned to Daiquiri to come. The young coon waddled over and straddled him as he held the old dirty pipe as Bourbon began to work it loose. The only sound for a good long time was the squeak of metal and old rust. \nDaiquiri asked quietly. “Can we kill him?”\nBourbon worked on the pipe harder, not answering at first. Damn thing was rusted as fuck...\n“Maybe.” he answered after much too long a time. \n“Do you have a plan...well hell I know you have one.” Daiquiri smirked down at him. The young coon realized his balls were resting on Bourbon's own. The warmth was comforting. \n“Of course I do.” Bourbon answered, only half serious. \n“You don't plan on me seducing him do you?” Daiquiri joked. \nBourbon didn't answer right away. The young coon kicked his side and got a grunt. \n“Asshole.” Daiquiri spat in a half giggle.\nBourbon smiled. \nDaiquiri returned it. And then he remembered something important. \n“We should practice you know.” he remarked. Bourbon grunted. Damn this pipe. He was gonna take a shit in it when he got it loose...\n“Practice what?” he questioned.\nDaiquiri rolled his eyes. “Don't give me that. It was your idea anyways.” he told him. \nThe old coon remembered now. “I thought that was your idea!” he argued.\nDaiquiri shrugged. “Does it matter whose idea it was?” \nNo, no it did not. Bourbon sighed as he started to work on loosing the other end of the pipe. \n\n“Fine. You want to start or should I?” he asked. Daiquiri could feel the pipe giving way now and he started to actually support it's weight. The damn thing was heavy. And gross feeling. “You go.” he answered. Bourbon nodded “Fine.”\n“Where were you born?” the young coon asked.\n“Ireland, home of leprechauns.” Bourbon answered. Daiquiri nodded. “After that?” the young coon asked. \n“I became “me” on that big fucking boat...A...Ale. Ale made me what I am.” the old answered. \nDaiquiri nodded. “Good good. All correct so far...” he smiled.\n\nThey recanted their history back and forth, each filling in the other's missing details until the work was done...\n==\n\nBy the time the coons emerged from under the floor, Wallace had just put the final polish on it. The two coons, coated in dust and grime, stopped in their tracks. They both whistled. \n“Shiit.” Daiquiri muttered as he looked around. Bourbon nodded in agreement. The place had been buffed spotless by the now dirty and grimy bunny boy. The tubs were clean, the floors freshly waxed and every surface had been spit shined to look like new. \nThe bunny saw them coming and hurried up to greet them, panting. He smiled brightly, always enjoying a job well done. (although he silently wished they hadn't left black footprints all over the floor he just cleaned...)\nDaiquiri wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in close, rubbing his hand through the rabbit's head-fur. He squirmed a bit and giggled. “Bit of a overachiever huh?” the coon teased. The rabbit merely blushed. \nBourbon took the opportunity to grab handfuls of both of their ass cheeks. Both of them squealed and jumped loose from his grip. “Remember, i'm a dirty old man.” he offered. \nDaiquiri grunted a bit, unable to help it when his dick peaked from his sheath's opening. Wallace had only a hair more control (in that he had his hands over his groin to hide his chubby).\nThe old coon laughed and stretched a bit. “Well I don't know bout you two but we should clean up a bit. I don't want cobwebs in my dick-hole...” he commented and walked past them. The pair followed him to a sink attached to a wall near the crawlspace. He pulled the faucet handle and waited. There was a rumble before...\n\nSQURK\n\nThe faucet took a long wet shit. There was much bubbling and gagging before the brown muck thinned and then was replaced by clear liquid. Daiquiri and Wallace were hesitant but Bourbon was not. He ran a paw under it and gulppled up a handful. He swished and gargled the water a bit before swallowing. Daiquiri rubbed his forehead a bit. The old coon smiled and showed all of his teeth. \n\n==\n\nIt didn’t take long to fill a couple of the tubs with hot bubbling water. (not counting the first tub that had filled with what looked like liquid rust)\nWallace was quick to slip in and scrub the grime from his fur. The rabbit was red as he could be as the two coons stood by and watched him. He was both embarrassed as he had ever been in his life...and he was a hard as he had been as well. He wanted it. He wanted it very badly he realized. Maybe it was the way they smelt (and they did smell). Maybe it was the way they treated him. Maybe it was because he felt wanted. They wanted him as well. In literally every sense of the word. \nWallace found he was OK with that. He returned the favor as the pair swapped places with him in the tub. He watched them as they ran paws along each other's naked hides. Along ass cheeks, scrubbing armpits and feet. All the while trying to keep to the task of cleaning...which was getting very very hard.\n\nThere was a change in the pair's mannerisms as they finished bathing. They both looked at the rabbit with wide smiles and almost hungry eyes. The bunny briefly thought he might regret this...\n\nThe pair were fast. VERY fast. A paw was around Wallace's belly and then over his chest. Hot warm lips brushed his long ears and whispered in them “Just...just slow us down if..if...” Daiquiri whispered. He spoke no more as he ran his lips to the rabbit's lips and pulled him around, arms wrapped around his torso. He then hefted the bunny up and waddled backwards with him. Wallace could feel his friend's cock as it brushed past his balls and brushed the inside of his thighs as if he was riding a horse. Bourbon's stronger paws wrapped around the bunny's legs and helped to walk him to the other fresh hot tub. The coons had took the time to prepare this one.\nA neat row of bottles in all shapes and sizes sat around the tub's edge in easy reach. Daiquiri cooed as his fur entered the hot water and he was quick to let it hold his buoyant fat body. Wallace gripped him tightly around the neck scruff, afraid of being dunked. Daiquiri giggled and took a moment to look the rabbit in the face. “Trust us” he mouthed. The rabbit nodded as he felt Bourbon enter the tub behind them. The coon mmmed as the warmth spread up his lower half and took over supporting most their friend's weight. “I guarantee you, you will never forget this one.” Bourbon promised. The rabbit swallowed slightly. The old tanuki smiled and then the rabbit gasped, feeling a spongy firm thing brush his butt crack. Like a shark just below the surface of the waves. Daiquiri suddenly passed a bottle of scotch to Bourbon. The old coon was distracted as his paws automaticly claimed the booze. Daiquiri smiled and pushed forward, his own cock slipping up under the rabbit's taint like a runway. His entrance was already loosened by the warm water and gave only a faint resistance as the coon plunged in. Wallace dug into his neck fat once more, moaning. \nBourbon cocked his head and then took a long swig. Not exactly fair of his prodigy...but then again he would have done it if the idea had come to him first. Ah well...he thought. And took another swig before he pinched the rabbit's nipples. \n\nThe two coons passed the rabbit's body between them like a pillow. They were as gentle as they could be, but not exactly taking it easy. In fact Wallace could tell they were holding back when they entered or teased his body. The pair would occasionally take a moment to kiss each other and pass the taste of booze between their lips. The groping and rubbing were harder. Rougher. An eager lust that they had practiced for. Their bodies gave and stretched as needed. Bourbon sat Wallace on his top half, resting his big feet and shins on his shoulders. This put the white rabbit's round wet butt in his face and his tongue found his insides with no hesitation. Wallace cooed and moaned, his lips silenced as Daiquiri took them to his fingers. The bunny suckled and gnawed on his digit, tasting of liquor and humorously, his own ass from the couple times the coon had fingered him. He used his free hand to balance the bunny against his chest as Bourbon rimmed him further. Daiquiri's own cock brushed against his elder's in teasing passing motions. His thoughts wandered and a odd idea occurred to him. The coon considered and then went for it. His finger tingled in Wallace's eager lips. It thickened and started to grow. The rabbit went on oblivious until his tongue felt what had to be a tiny slit on the tip of the coon's digit. And then he tasted salty pre. He pulled back, eyes wide as he saw Daiquiri had a cock head on the end of his finger. The coon was panting and smiling widely. “Ooh that that’s my best idea ever...” he panted. Wallace wasn’t sure what to think but then Bourbon's tongue wrapped around his bunny balls and he fell forward, mouth right back on that phallic fingertip. Both moaned loudly.\n\nThe motion in the ocean was quick to push the fluids from the tub. More and more the two coons and one rabbit were against each other's wet flesh and nothing else. Big wide asses slapped the tub edges as waves of water flowed out like the tide. The pair sandwiched the rabbit between them now. Daiquiri felt his dick partly inside the bunny's hole, teasing and stretching it, slipping up and down as they both supported his weight. Bourbon's own maleness rubbed against Daiquiri's. At first he thought he was attempting to push him out of the rabbit hole...but then the bunny's sphincter relaxed further and they both slipped comfortably inside him. Now THAT felt good.\n\nBourbon ran his tongue in the rabbit's ears while his partner did the same to the bunny's lips. The tanuki felt each other's wet sweaty flab as they reached around the bunny and they did their best to grope each other further. Wallace slid down between their fat chests and they locked lips. The change was instant. They grabbed the sides of each other's heads and dug in. They moaned and panted. Tasting, jousting with their tongues. The rabbit found his head against their warm fat man boobs. Their hard nipples rubbed his face and shoulders teasingly as he panted for air. He could smell them much more now. A thick musk that he knew was starting to fill the whole room. It tickled his nose and he giggled as his dick brushed Daiquiri's navel. He smirked and thrust as best he could, his cock slipping into the coon's fleshy belly button. It was surprisingly warm and almost moist. Like his butt-hole likely was. Exactly like it in fact. He felt them fucking harder, stretching him more and more. He wondered how he was enduring this. But then another whiff of their musky scent. \n\nThat STINK. That was empowering him. All of them in fact. Pure lust. Wallace could feel their skin getting slicker, damper as the water left them and what was likely sweat coated them all. The coons were lost in it. Wallace looked up from Daiquiri's chest and saw his friend's muzzle stretching, distorting as he and Bourbon's faces seemed to be mashing together like putty. He winced only slightly. The coons felt him immediately and their faces pulled back. Jaws reassembled and noses unbent. The pair gently slipped the rabbit from their cocks, making a wet SCROPTTP sound as water and pre-cum gushed out of his hole. The pair let him slip down from them and he sat on the tub floor as they resumed their embrace. The rabbit panted and moaned, watching the sight. The coon's arms literally wrapped around each other, tighter and tighter. The rabbit saw their balls swelling, dangling lewdly and brushing against his big toes. He giggled and idly played with himself in contentment. Then the coons started to sway and tip over, slipping boneless to the tub floor. Wallace was quick to squirm out of the way, siting on the side of the tub as they mounted each other. Bourbon's wide almost putty-like form straddled Daiquiri's own as he slammed his almost arm sized cock into his friend. Wallace saw the coon shake but no sound left him, both still firmly muzzled by the others lips. Daiquiri wrapped his legs around Bourbon's fat sides and held him like a chimp on it's mother. The old coon rocked back and forth harder, each thrust making his already soft looking form mash further against his lover's. Daiquiri's body gripped tighter and tighter, arms wrapping around and around, almost like fleshy ropes. His tail started swell up under him, making a cushion for his back as the pair slapped again and again against the the tub wall and floor. They squeaked and shook, bodies squirming and moving up and down in the few remaining inches of water. Wallace merely watched and rubbed his bunny meat, the sight and stink of them making him horribly horny. \nHarder and harder. More and more of one coon's hips jutting and slipping into the other's exit. A hot fleshy shape wiggled out from between their chests as it was rubbed. The thing hung over their shoulders and knocked over a bottle as it swelled and jerked. \nBourbon came. \nWallace could swear he saw Daiquiri visibly swell as Bourbon made a guttural satisfied sound. The fleshy mass of tanuki sex slowed and started to shrink back down. Body parts firmed up and lost the rubbery quality. Faces flowed back to recognizable shapes and form. Daiquiri's two foot long cock wiggled against his chest as Bourbon was quick to address it. He ran his tongue over the tip, teasing the young coon. Daiquiri made a squeaking panting sound. Bourbon smiled and reached over to the bottles around the tub. They had emptied most of them of course. He took a empty one and was quick to press it's tip to Daiquiri's cock head. \n“Bang” he whispered. And dug two fingers inside the coon's piss slit. \nDaiquiri came. \n\nThe bottle filled with white cream in seconds before it was forced away in a gush. Steaming warmth splattered over the coon's faces and shoulders. Daiquiri shuddered and moaned, slamming his fists against the tub in mindless pleasure. (he created two fist shaped dents in it as well).\nBourbon sat up and rubbed the cum from his face and hair, smiling, and then licking it off his fingers. Daiquiri laid back, mouth wide and panting, gasping big gulps of air. He made a big bubble of spunk that popped over his nose and face. He laughed and let out a shaky yelp of enjoyment. \nBourbon patted his friend's head and rubbed his cheek tenderly. He picked the cum filled bottle from the floor and turned to Wallace. The bunny had been jacking off this whole time and didn’t register he was being looked at until the coon whistled. The bunny jerked and gave him a confused look. “Here. This'll top ya off.” Bourbon told him in a tired gasp. The bunny stood, his cock still sticking out like a flag pole, and took the bottle. It was slick and dripping ooze. The rabbit gave him a “seriously?” expression. Bourbon nodded and motioned for him to hurry up. The rabbit shrugged and took a swig. \nWallace came.\n\n“YEEEEEEEEAAHHHGGHHHHHHHHHUUGugguhhh!”\nand other less intelligible things left his lips as he shot white missiles all over Bourbon's side and face. The coon put his arms up defensively as the rabbit fired on him. The bunny then fell to his knees and swayed, his cock shooting cum like a super soaker. His tongue rolled out of his lips and he smiled mindlessly as he kept cumming and cumming. The rabbit's balls visibly swelled up as they filled with bunny cum. It was being shot out as quickly as it was being made, coating Bourbon in even more white. Shortly, Bourbon saw him starting to roll and bending to one side. The coon grunted and pulled out of Daiquiri with a wet scropprpt sound. Daiquiri screamed and moaned as a gusher of white slime flowed out of his butt like a breaking dam. Bourbon quickly grabbed the rabbit by the scruff of his arms and kept him from smacking the floor. He eased him down and put his head up as the rabbit panted in unconscious afterglow. Daiquiri himself panted and looked up, seeing Wallace seemingly asleep on the floor of the tub. The coon cum was flowing around his legs and feet like water. “D..did he ppass out?” Daiquiri struggled. Bourbon nodded. “He'll be fine. You my friend are potent.” he beamed. Daiquiri blinked and then tasted a bit of the cum coating his fur. His own flavor. He smacked it on his lips. “Huh.” he commented.\n\n==\n\n“KNOCK KNOCK!”\nA thick voice bellowed. The room shook a bit. The two occupants inside it shook slightly as well. The bull man lost a step in his “sexy dance” over the face of his customer, a sheep woman. She bleated and sat up from the bed, knocking the cow onto the floor in the process. \n“What the fuck do you want?!”she screamed though the wall. \nBig L shoved his shoulder against the door and attempted to force it open. Like the other doors, the magic seal resisted his bulk. \n“You have to be let in.” another voice sighed. The cat didn't respond. The fox watched the cat shove again. The fox rubbed his brow. \n“Should I write that down and tape it to your forehead?” Roku questioned. Big L ignored him and shoved against the door once more. The magic bent against him and the wooden door bowed enough to make a small crack between the frame and the door itself. Enough that he didn't need to shout now. \n“We're lookin for a pair of tanuki! Fat little bastards with giant balls! You seen anythin like that?!” the cat yelled anyway. The sheep bleated again as she unlocked the door. Big L wasn't expecting that and nearly fell over as it slammed open. She stood there in all her naked glory, all six of her breasts bouncing and heaving as she fumed. The sheep growled at him and wished she could melt him with just her anger. “The only fat thing i've seen is your head!” she snapped. She then took the door and slammed it back against Big L's body. The door made a crunch sound as she brought it back. Big L gained several splinters and scuffs of paint against his body as the door developed a large cat shaped dent in it. She slammed it against him again. This time the door broke in half, leaving her holding a door knob and the cat covered in wood and paint chips. Roku was quick to slip between the two.\nDust settled in the air for a few moments as the parties debated their responses. Big L noticed the sheep woman's multiple breasts and cracked a slight smile. \n\n“I’m sorry my good miss. Don't mind him. He's...” Roku started, eyeing the big cat as he wiped sawdust and wood chunks from his glassy body. “...an idiot.” the fox finished.\nBig L's hand quickly wrapped around one of the kitsune's tails and pulled. Roku growled gutturally.\n\nLight glinted off something sharp.\n\nThe blade was quick to leave the fox's kimono, almost soundless. Big L saw it coming and had barely enough time to release the fox before it brushed past his cheek. The short sword dug a neat grove into the wall behind them before the fox slipped it back into the sheath beneath his clothing. The sheep woman let out a screech of “Fucking maniacs!” before she sequestered herself in the bathroom. The room was again still as the big cat eyed the fox. The cat was impressed. And also annoyed. He did not like it when he wasn't holding the best cards in the deck. \n\nThe bull man poked his head out from under the sheets around him once the commotion ended. \n“Master Roku?” he stammered. The fox eyed him and nodded. The bull got up and walked to him, the bedding around him like a toga.“Sir I am so sorry. I didn't realize you...umm...” he started, eyeing Big L as the cat looked at the notch missing from the wall. \n“I'm...escorting him. We are looking for a pair of tanuki. Have you seen any...odd guests or strange things of late?” Roku asked. The bull rubbed his fleshy scalp. “Not until now no...” he responded. Roku sighed. “Didn't think so.” \nThe fox saw the big cat had already wandered off and started to leave after him. \n“Please, comp your customer for the rest of her stay.” the fox added to the bovine man-whore. The bull nodded and eyed the bathroom door. He knocked on it and heard the distinct sound of something being thrown at it from the other side. He winced and saw Roku had already left. He mooed in frustration and quickly addressed the erection under the sheets around him while he still could. \n\n==\n\nRoku found Big L just a few rooms down and soon walked in pace with him. They said nothing to each other for several minutes. Roku broke the silence, trying to not let his agitation shine through in his voice. \n“Do you have any idea where they might be or are you simply doing this at random?” the fox asked. The cat grunted. Truth be told, he had no fucking clue where they were. Thus, his plan was much like flushing out something on a hunt. Make a lot of noise and hope you scare it into making a break for it. While the cat doubted Bourbon would make himself known, his new butt buddy was another matter. Big L knew that one was green. Scared. Stupid. He just had to get hold of him and then he'd squeal like a piggy. Especially when he started to break his little piggies...\n\nRoku sighed and pulled his phone from his robe. Shortly he had one of the lesser foxes on the line. There had been reports of a angry drunk kappa early in the day but there had been nothing unusual since. The phone call gave him nothing new. Of course, nothing that had been reported. Roku knew damn well what he had met earlier today was one of the tanuki. That fat rabbit had the gall to black mail him and now he knew why. \nMaster Kyu hadn't spared much in the way of details. There were at least two tanuki in the building. They were to be brought to him immediately. Nothing more or less. That sort of vagueness on Kyu's part usually meant he planned to kill someone. The rabbit had balls but not enough to be killed for. And then there was this big bastard...\nRoku eyed Big L once more. The ceramic cat didn’t return the look, still attempting to look as If he knew where he was going. Roku didn't like this. This feline smelt of smuggler. Of course, the young kitsune had his ideas as to the sort of things Kyu was up to. Being asked to escort this...thing around was repugnant to his very soul. \n\n“You want to pick my brain don't ya?” Big L suddenly asked. The fox blinked and looked at him with a surprised look. The cat smirked. “Well I say we both share a bit. You tell me a few things, and I’ll share a few myself.” he offered. The fox looked away from him. The fox debated silently. \n\n“Alright. You have history with the tanuki?” Roku asked. Big L nodded. “You could say that.” he responded. Roku had heard of tanuki before but only knew the faintest basics about them. Raccoon-dog lushes that were capable of transformation and great trickery. \n“I've had some dealings with these ones before. Bourbon is the old one. He's a tricky little bastard...” the cat growled. The cat remembered the many times he had spit on the tanuki turned statue before they were sold. Roku nodded. That was likely his rabbit. \n“And the other?” the fox asked. Big L spat a large black gob from his lips. “Daiquiri I think. Bourbon's little boy toy.” he muttered. The fox scowled but ignored the loogie that oozed down one of the walls. The cat purred a bit. \n“Now, do tell me, what do you know bout your boss?” Big L crooned. Roku spoke softly but truthfully. “Too little. He took control of the House of Nine just a few years ago.” he started. Big L listened but kept his poker face on. “He...he is not of the main blood line. He is a outsider but...he has nine tails and by that he was elected immediately upon the death of the old clan leader.” Roku remembered this well. The old leader was his uncle. There was an order to be followed. The old fox had passed away quietly in the night. Roku mourned. But he knew that Uncle's death would start in motion many events.\nRoku was the next in line by both blood and tails. The old man had trained and groomed him for just that purpose for many years. But in the transition a unknown kitsune came before the clan. An unknown Nine tails. It would be another 300 years before Roku would have that rank and power. No one in the clan could or would challenge him. And so the plan changed...\n\n“I take it you're not...fond of him?” the fat cat questioned. Roku's fur bristled. \n“Not his...methods.” the fox answered.“or anything else for that matter” he said to himself silently. \nThe cat smiled and nodded. His hand absently rubbed the crack that ran along his throat. \n“Your kind grows a tail every 100 years or so right?” the cat asked. Roku nodded. \n“How strange that in 900 years, nobody even had met your boss before he took over...” the cat mused aloud. “Strange strange inddeedy.” he finished. \n“He's had people killed for that talk before.” Roku growled.\nThe cat smiled. “Not surprised.”\n“ 'Lucky cats' usually don't resemble tea pots.” Roku commented. Big L rubbed his neck again. \n“You can blame Bourbon for that one...” he commented. Roku nodded. He eyed the big crack in the cat's neck. It didn't take a genius to figure out who caused that. After seeing that customer break a door over his body, the fox knew that despite appearances, Big L was much more durable then the average tea-set.\n\nA buzzing took the fox from his contemplations. He plucked the phone from his robe once more and eyed it. He blinked .\n\n“Meet me in the storeroom. Midnight. Alone.”\nsigned---The Drunk Rabbit\n\nthe text message read.\n\nThe fox suppressed a smile and put his phone back in his robe once more. \n\n==\n\n“I..I thought you didn't like phones and computers?” Wallace yawned. Bourbon shrugged as the rabbit finished the text message for him and sent it on it's way.\n\n“I don't mind phones. I don't like how tiny they've gotten though. I’m gonna need toothpicks to use one...” he grunted. Wallace didn't bother with a response. \n“Who did you have me text?” the bunny asked. Wallace's phone had been given to them when they arrived so they could keep in touch with the staff as needed. All of the numbers were listed as “San” except for Kyu's and one other fox. Bourbon laid back and stretched a bit. “Text” was a silly word. Made him think of something he'd have with waffles. Writing on something that was designed for speech...that amused him too. Handy for this sort of thing though. \n“A friend. Or a patsy depending how this rolls.” the coon offered. \nWallace shrugged. Bourbon offered him another swig of the bottle they had been passing around. Wallace shook his head, still a bit light headed after that 'mixer' he had earlier from them. The taste was still in his lips. Salty and slick. Every time he tasted it his dick twitched and he wished for just a bit more of it. No wonder the boss had taken it as payment for smuggling the coons here. Speaking of payment, his ass wasn't too sore yet but he had a feeling he'd be walking funny tomorrow. He also wondered for how long his balls were going to be double their usual size. \n“A pleasant side effect. Shouldn’t be more then a week or two tops.” the tanuki had assured him. \n\nThe old coon took another swig and finished off the bottle of booze. He sat it beside the others. Daiquiri made a grunting sound as the clink of glass on the floor stirred him. The young coon rolled over, mooning his friends in his sleep. Wallace blushed while Bourbon kept his eyes on it. The bunny rubbed his belly a bit and let the silence take the room. He broke it when he remembered something he wish he didn't. “Does...does he remember what...what I looked like before?” he asked softly. Bourbon shrugged. “I don't know. Both of our memories are kinda fuzzy by default. You were rabbit'y before, so that was a short jump to being a full on bunny boy.” Bourbon commented. Wallace bit his split lip a bit. “You two were stuck like that for a awful long time...” the rabbit started. Bourbon put his hand up and the rabbit's words stopped. “Doesn't matter now.” he silenced him. The rabbit grunted. He didn't like Bourbon making that decision for his friend. “It might matter to him!” he snapped, keeping his voice low. The old coon shook his head. “That's not your call. He's my responsibility.” he said flatly. Wallace bristled and got close enough to the coon to speak with less strain. “That's not right and you know it. He deserves to know.” the rabbit argued. Bourbon's face stayed stoney. “There's a time and place for me to tell him. It's not right now though.” he spoke firmly. “Do not tell him. I will do things to you. And they will not be kind.” the coon warned. Wallace looked in the coon's eye as he finished. There was a old soul inside there that looked right back at him. The rabbit blinked and backed away. \n\nThe room was silent for a bit longer save for the sounds of Daiquiri snoring and twitching in his sleep. \n“Sshit!” Wallace whined. Bourbon grunted and straightened up, coming out of a half doze. “What?!” he snapped. The bunny shrank, “I..I just remembered. There's...well...” he stammered, red faced. \n“What?” Bourbon asked again, more firmly. The bunny swallowed. “Wh..when you two were made into statues...there...there was a...um...secret compartment inside Daiquiri.” he whispered. Bourbon smirked. He eyed his sleeping lover's ass. He motioned to the rump and the rabbit nodded. The tanuki giggled. Wallace sighed, “It was a map of this place. I...I hid it in there along with...um..some contraband. Big L wanted me to sell the stuff while we were here. I had hoped you two would have found the stuff when you turned back but...” he whispered, Bourbon finishing his thought for him “...you thought that with all the transforming that whatever was inside him was long gone by now?” \nThe rabbit nodded. The coon shook his head. “Nope. Anything inside a tanuki's body changes with him. How do you think I keep producing all that booze?” he giggled. And then the coon gently tapped a paw on his own nut sack. There was a very faint 'clink' sound from under the musky skin. Wallace's face dropped a bit. “You...you got booze bottles inside your ball-sac!?” he snapped. Bourbon giggled but shushed him. “Yes. Well, a couple bottles left. And my private stash.” he whispered. Daiquiri made a grunting snore and rolled on his fat belly. Bourbon stood up now and smiled widely. Very widely. He looked at Wallace with that grin and the bunny squirmed and put his hands over his lips. \n\n“Daiquiri...” Bourbon said softly. The other coon didn’t respond. Bourbon ran a paw over his round rump cheeks and circled his fingers around the base of his fluffy fat tail. The coon stirred a bit. “Wa..guh...” before he unconsciously tried to bat Bourbon's paws away. The old coon simply petted his friend's butt cheeks. “Do you mind if I do a little digging?” he asked. \n“Buh...woke up and saw...blue toast crashing into...red toast...” Daiquiri responded in a drunken sleep. \nBourbon looked briefly at Wallace and shrugged before he slipped two, then three fingers into the young coon's butt-hole. It flinched slightly but only for a moment before relaxing again. The fleshy exit yawned open now, stretching easily as Bourbon worked his entire hand inside. The coons both mmmed as Bourbon laid his shoulder and side against Daiquiri's back fat as his entire arm felt around inside his warm tight insides. Wallace watched this scene and tried to look away, failing utterly at doing so. His cock couldn’t look away either. \n“Ah!” Bourbon eventually grunted and started to pull back out. Clinched tightly in his paw was a set of condoms, tied shut and tied to each other like a rubber sausage link. The coon giggled as he pulled out a row of three from the other's butt-hole. Daiquiri let out a soft fart before he returned to complete slumber. Bourbon offered the contraband links to the rabbit but he shook his head. Bourbon shrugged and tore the rubbers open. Several soft white bricks and two laminated rolls of paper. The first was a print out of a map of the bordello. Bourbon learned the name of the building they were trapped inside as he read it. “The House of Nine”. The thing appeared to be brochure for the place, the back side decorated with various topless females of assorted species. \n\nHe set the map aside and eyed the other bit of paper. A newspaper clipping. A newspaper clipping with the date highlighted in yellow. The coon's eyes widened for only a faint moment before he took the paper and rolled it back up. He could feel Wallace's eyes on him but he didn't say a word. The coon was quick to reach between his legs and find his piss slit. He eased a finger, then two, then his entire hand inside. He pulled out another bottle of booze, the shape of the glass container distorting his cock into a square shape as it was removed. He then slipped the rolled up newspaper clipping down into his fleshy insides for safe keeping...\n\n\n–\n\nPoppy had been most glad to see Big L again. In fact she had put his face between her ample tits within moments of seeing him. The cat did not mind one bit. The night had rolled on with no results yet. Thus the search was put on hiatus till the morning. The tanuki were holding up somewhere here. They couldn't leave so there was no big rush to find them. Least that's the excuse Roku fed Big L as midnight approached. The cat relented and let himself be lead to the arms of the only whore he had liked here so far. He knew that the fox likely had other reasons to stop for now. He likely was gonna squeal every bit of info he had given him to his master. That was fine by Big L. Let the little shit spill his guts out. He was too tired, too pissed and to beyond giving fucks at this point. Poppy’s gigantic soft pillows were quite comforting as he disappeared into the room with her. \n\nRoku posted a pair of guards at the door and left Big L to the plus sized concubine for now. The damned fool would be in his way regardless of the circumstances. The quicker he was rid of him the better. The fox made his way though the near empty halls. The bordello was asleep, the sounds of silence only occasionally interrupted by the sound of sex. There were a few entirely nocturnal customers and employees after all. The fox passed no one in the halls save a squirrel maid with several bows on her cart. She gave him a little wink and he nodded as she went about dusting and wiping various fluids off the walls. Roku went straight for the store room past the kitchens in a brisk walk. The fox didn’t stop until he was at the door to it. He slipped inside silently as a ghost. \n\nThe room was large and musky, full of both food stock and the assorted materials the place went though in great speed. Condoms, sex toys, lubricant, and many other miscellaneous items. The fox eyed his phone again. Midnight. He didn't expect the tanuki to be on time. In truth he wasn’t sure what to expect. As he waited he started to eye the various items on the shelves warily. This could be a trap. In fact this was a perfect place for one. If these creatures could transform, then anything in this room could be his intruder. Kitsune themselves could transform as well but it was a skill that was limited to them. They could easily pass for humans and some other species as need be but nothing terribly elaborate. His canine nose sniffed aggressively, dragging in every scent it could. Plastics, tin, paper, cardboard, foods, rubber, and a assortment of lingering animal stinks. He sniffed further. Something stank. Of sex. A strange aggressive male stink. He couldn't place the species...but that was good in this case. He tried to follow it but the other smells kept him from pinpointing it beyond being in the room. His paw absently stayed near the sheath in his robe as he walked around, attempting to look like he was pacing. He damned himself for walking right into this...\n\n“PSST”\n\nRoku crouched and held his hand around his blade, ears spinning, trying to find the whisper's source. \n\n“Ooh! Scaryyy.” the voice laughed. \n\n“Don't toy with me. I'm not of the mood for it!” the fox snapped. There was a sigh that seemed to come from several places at once. \n\n“You need to relax. If I was gonna try and kick your ass, well I woulda done it already.” the voice offered. Roku flexed his fingers a bit and straightened up, although his hands didn’t leave the blade's sheath. There was a soft shuffling. \nRoku stood in place as he listened to the tanuki make his way to him. \n\n“You do have a cute butt I must admit. Scrawny side of things though.” the voice commented, inches from his ears. Roku slammed himself against one of the shelves, several strap-ons and a very large dildo falling off the shelf and flopping on the floor around him. The fox breathed thickly, eyes wide. \nThere was a low giggling as the cock on the floor rolled around and then sat straight up on it's rubber base. The sex toy jumped a foot back, growing short little legs and arm stumps in the same motion. In moments it was a foot tall and growing a tail and a short muzzle. A few moments more and Bourbon stood in front of Roku, smiling. Roku blinked and bared his teeth.\n“You're a dick.” the fox growled. The coon tisked tisked a bit and suddenly his face contorted. The nose and snout shortened. The lips split and bucked teeth stuck out from under it. “Do you like this face better?” the old drunk asked. Roku scowled and finally regained his composure. Bourbon smiled and his face flowed like water back into that of a racoon's. \n“Well that’s better. I have better things to do tonight then die.” the coon commented. Roku eyed him. Short and round. A bit more squat and fruit shaped then he had been as a rabbit. He stank of booze and what he assumed was tanuki sex. “That may still be in your future.” The fox replied. Bourbon eyed him and debated silently. “So be it. In the meantime however, we have something to discuss.” Bourbon stated flatly. Roku scowled. “Is it that odor?” the fox wondered aloud. Bourbon’s brow furrowed briefly. “Why does that keep coming up today...” he questioned. Roku rolled his eyes and added, “Is this another attempt to blackmail me?” Bourbon shook his head. “No no no. This is a felony.” he answered. Roku blinked. “Point please.” he begged. Bourbon shrugged. \n“I pride myself on a couple of things...” the coon started. Roku already had a inkling this boozer liked to hear himself talk. \n“The things between my legs, my lovely complexion, and...” he paused for effect. “I know a goody two shoes when I see one.” he smiled. Roku didn't interrupt.\n“My friend and I are trapped here. We can't leave unless your boss either lets us go...” Bourbon spoke and took a moment to snort dismissively at that notion. “...or we kill him.”\n“Your point?” Roku breathed. \n“We need a bit of help. And I think you are just the noble-fox to do it.” the tanuki finished.\n\nRoku let his fingers dance on the sheath of his blade for a few beats of his heart....\n\n-thump\n-thump\n-thump\n\nand then let it go. \n\nBourbon smiled. Roku looked shamed but determined. The coon offered his paw. It stank slightly of something foul. Roku hesitated but shook it anyways...\n\n11\n\n“Go touch a hobo's dick!” The yakuza spat, bloody spittle freckling the face of the large round visage before him. The other man smiled, his lips oddly thick and beak like. A long tongue licked the spittle from his cheeks and tasted it. The man then brought the others face forward, slamming his head against his own thicker one. There was a wet crack of flesh on flesh and the yakuza shuddered and became limp once more. \n“Come on! The hole is closing up!” another man spat at the others. This one was thick and his wide piggish nose flared as he gestured to the 'hole'. The yakuza felt himself be heaved onto the shoulders of the bird lipped man as if he was a sack of potatoes. He could feel blood flowing down his face, out of his nose and coating his vision in red. He blinked best he could but could only make out vague fuzzy shapes. He could see the warehouse fading as he was carried along. The fat man had the cash under one arm and the drugs under the other, waddling back and forth like a crab as he moved. Something was in the room with them. The yakuza blinked and could see the inky blackness tickling his sight. He scowled and forced it away. He was being taken...but where? He watched the man ahead of them waddle faster and then suddenly...he wasn’t there. Gone. Poof. Nothing. Before the bloody gangster could comprehend this fully, he saw a distortion. As if god was pushing on the edge of reality and reality was bending inward like a dimple. The bird lipped man ran at this spot and his cargo was unable to stop him...\n\n\n\nCold. It was very cold. The yakuza blinked and tried to rub the crusted blood from his face. He let out a wet groan as he remembered. Oh that's right...my fingers are broken. He felt the distorted digits drag across his brow and fresh pains shot up his hands. He wished he had left it be. Worse yet, his reward for dragging the twisted digits across his face wasn’t worth it. What his eyes were showing him wasn’t anything he wanted to see. The pair didn’t look human. Of course, he knew that they weren’t humans to begin with. Not from the start. He had gotten use to the odd colored eyes. The exaggerated features. Even the occasional whiff of something gamey and animal to them. He had even convinced himself it was his imagination. But then the odd deals started. The strange trinkets and oddly strong drugs. And then he was getting paid not in yin or even dollars, but gold. Real solid gold coins. \n\n“Allw..always a catch...” the yakuza spat, feeling a tooth loosen in the process. A bird headed creature looked up from a warming fire. The thing let out a little caw like sound that he assumed was laughing. \n“Ooh you did live though the trip!” it proclaimed. The creature stood and the human looked him over with the one eye that felt like working. Tall and covered with thick greasy looking feathers. Colorful as well, like a parrot. He was still wearing the grey slacks around his waist. His shoes and shirt were gone however, showing off his large black bird legs and his thick feathered chest. His hands ended in thick clawed digits that matched his feet. The yakuza felt one of the thing's long black fingers touch his throat, a sharp claw cutting into his skin slightly. He felt a trickle of blood leave him. \n\n“He's alive? Ha!” another voice laughed. A fat wide form waddled from the fire to have a look at him as well. The pig faced man from earlier had merely become that: A fat pig. A snout, floppy ears, several dark nipples in rows on his fat chest. He pointed at him with thick trotters instead of fingers. His naked body was coated with fine hairs and thick tusks jutted out of his leathery lips. He stank horribly, as if he had been rolling in filth. Which the yakuza assumed he had been. \n“You two never looked better...” the human muttered. \nCRUNCH\nthe human screamed as he felt a hoof dig into his side. He felt ribs break. Again. He was not liking that sensation. He wanted to return the favor. He wanted badly to dig his thumbs into that fat pig's eyes...\n“Not gonna be alive much longer I say. He won't even have time to start turning.” the bird commented and held the man up by his hair so that he could see his face. The pig man nodded. “Well we best kill him now then. I hear man flesh is salty though...” he whined a bit. The bird shrugged. The yakuza used his good eye to look the bird in the face once more. The bird saw this and smiled with that lip-less beak. “Oh? Got something else you wanna say?” he giggled. The human smiled. “My ex wife had a parrot once. You remind me of it. Never would shut it's trap. I’m gonna snap your thick neck like I did his...”\n\nThe yakuza found himself no longer looking at the bird demon. He was looking at the snow. He couldn’t turn his head away from it. Red creeping into the white under his face. He blinked. Once. Twice...and was still. The yakuza couldn’t see it as the rest of him was being pulled apart. His head rested in the snow a good 7 feet away as they ate the rest...\n\nTime passes and this world moved on...\n\nSoon the man started to think once more. \n\nIf this was Hell, he had expected something more...exciting. Not that he wanted to be dead. Far from it. The former man had found himself floating, drifting in and out of coherence. He knew he was dead. He knew that because he was floating in the air, maybe even on it. He wasn't corporeal either. He knew this because could feel the air flowing though him. The ice particles paid him no mind as they floated right though him. The cold of the snow didn’t bother him now but he was aware of it all the same. Everything was detached. Sensation was soft and distant. He found he had to concentrate to keep himself from drifting...\n\n\nThe yakuza roared in frustration. The only thing he could feel was the raw anger now. He was ok with that. He was use to that feeling. He was a man with not just a short fuse: he had none period. Now that rage, that hate was keeping him together. Keeping his mind focused. Focused on the sight he had been observing since the two monsters had deprived him of his existence. He could see them still. Almost nothing but them now in fact. The world around him was soft and fuzzy. His perception focused upon them alone as if his mind was now like a camera, focused upon one thing and leaving the rest. Watching what they did to him. They had left his head in the snowbank where it had collected a fine layer of frost. The rest of him had been pulled apart and was being roasted over the small fire. If the man concentrated he could distantly feel it. Feel it as his skin crisped and cooked. Feel that his limbs had been pulled off his torso like a turkey. He watched the bird as he flipped his body over and peeled the skin from his back. If he had any sort of feeling beyond hate towards that fucker, it was that he seemed to appreciate art when he saw it. The bird had taken great care to remove the tattooed skin from the dead man's backside, spreading it out like a pelt. He assumed he intended to keep it. The intricate tattoo was hours of pain the dead man had earned. Earned as a mark of respect and power. The thought of his back skin being worn like a woman's fur coat amused a part of him that he didn’t know he had. Oh the things he wanted to do to them. How badly he wanted to kill them now. To rip them apart and make them scream for him to end it as he did. He was a terrible terrible man. He had killed more people then he cared to count. In fact, he had to admit, he would enjoy it on occasion. And now he was dead. Dead and being butchered like a stag. The thoughts that crossed the dead yakuza's mind now would have made the Devil blush. \n\nTime was passing slowly. Very slowly. And the dead man watched and wanted. \n\n“Did they kill you?” a whisper asked. The yakuza came back from his distant thoughts and became aware that he was no longer alone. He tried to turn his head and remembered that he had no body to speak of. He had his perception of his self and that was all. He felt like he was a fog of conscious thought and emotions swirling in the air. And now, the edges of his perception felt something new. Something that was not himself. The other presence touched his own and they both drew back for a moment. Then, hesitantly, the new voice touched him again. It 'spoke' again. A voice that had no sound but he 'heard' all the same as if he was right at his ear. “Did those two murder you mister?” it asked. The yakuza 'felt' this new presence and it shivered. He felt as if he was running a finger along the new being's mind and drew up thoughts and emotions like sweat on bare skin. He could taste them. Thoughts of apprehension and need. Loneliness and joy at finding another in the fog of death. The yakuza felt the new being touch him back and draw up feelings and thoughts as well. The new being jerked back and he could feel him shrink at whatever it found when it 'touched' him. \n\n“Oh gods...you're...you're a human!?” it whined as if it had been burnt. The dead man tried to 'speak' in response. “I take it you are not one? No...no I can feel that now. You are something else...something like them?” he asked, partly to the creature and partly to himself. He focused now, drawing his attention from his killers and to this new thing. He saw it start to take a shape. It was was nothing but mist or vapor started to resemble a head and...tails? Yes tails. Plural. A canine shape. A dog? No...he focused harder and soon he could 'see' the thing. It was a fox. It was smiling at him, if shyly. \n\n“Hello again.” it smiled. The dead man did not return the same smile. The smile he gave was a twisted thing that tended to make children cry. But it seemed to work. He could feel the fox's mood calm. “You're the first human I've met.” he confessed. The man nodded. “And you are what exactly?” he asked. The fox nodded “That's right. Humans don't come here often. I saw a little bit of what happened. Mostly them tearing something... I am sorry I truly am. No one deserves to die like that.”\nThe dead man suppressed a smile. Truth be told he likely did deserve that kind of death. And more. But that was for him to know. He tucked that deep inside himself and the fox never noticed or felt it. The little thing continued, “I'm a kitsune sir. My name is Ni. Its a pleasure.”\nThe yakuza simply nodded. He had never been a particularly religious man. Or one that subscribed to superstition or myth. But now he was dead and at the hands of things he would call monsters. And talking to a fox spirit from the old legends. He was a quick convert. \n“Likewise.” he finally replied. He eyed the now clearly seen double tail on the fox's back end. He remembered that kitsune were suppose to have 9 of those...\n\n“So, tell me 'friend', are you dead too?” the man asked. The fox nodded. “Fraid so sir. Two winters ago. Bandits.” he offered. A distracted expression crossed his face as distant thoughts filled him. The dead man purposely drifted closer and felt him. He felt and saw briefly things from the dead fox's memory. He could feel his small body as it ran. He felt him fall as an arrow pierced his back. And the twist of his neck as it snapped. An odd deja-vu filled the man then. He was quick and drew back, making sure the fox did not feel around in his own memory. Those were his alone. The fox seemed to quiver...and then the man could swear it was crying if only for a moment.\n“Oh. I'm sorry I didn't mean to...upset you.” the dead man lied. The fox waved him off. “NO no. its..its ok. I..didn't know that would happen. Saves...saves me having to tell the details of it.” He spoke. The man nodded. It was true. He had learned more then just the emotional residue of the fox's death. He had learned things like where he came from. His job. Even a few details on the clan he had belonged to. “House of Nine is it?” the man asked aloud. The fox blinked, still taken by surprise. “Oh wow you did dip deep didn't you?” he gaped. He regained his composure after a moment. “Yes. That is the name of my clan. I was one of the couriers .” \nThe dead man nodded. He could feel his body had contracted, forming a vaguely human shape. The old motions of gesturing and body posture came back easily. He thought of merely digging himself into the fox's presence again but he wasn’t sure what would happen if he did that too much. He had learned many things from just a quick dip. There was likely more. \nStill, this was ignoring the elephant in the room. \n\n“Is this Hell?” the man asked. The fox shook his head vigorously. “No sir. This is the 'other-side'. The in-between.” he responded. The man 'hmmed' a bit. “So there is a Hell then. Just not this.” he decided. The fox nodded. “Yes.”\n“Then why didn’t I go there?” he asked himself silently. The fox seemed to shiver and he wondered if the animal had 'felt' his question. “He can't find us right away here. He has to hunt.” the fox whimpered. The man spat “Who?” to which the fox whined “The dead thing. The thing that takes us away...”\nThe dead man started to feel the rage well up in him again. He had no taste for games. \n\n“Its all a game isn’t it?”\n\nThey both felt that one. A horrible dark creeping blackness that seemed to bleed into the foggy reality they were residing in. They were no longer alone. The dead man saw it first. A sickly ashen mist that formed from the soft snow drift, thickening and turning the snowfall into oil. It grew larger and wider. It flowed as if ink had been dropped into water. Tendrils of black whipped and flowed, forming a shroud that stained the snow like ash. A light glowed in the center of it, illuminating the bones that flowed in the blackness and formed arms at the edges. The long fingers reached into the center of itself and pulled out what appeared to be an hour glass. The light shone brighter now and the man saw the thing's skull. At first it was that of a human, the sort of gallows grin he had seen the last time he saw his handy-work in the press. But then it started to shift. A shutter'y cracking sound and its bones moved like a badly constructed puzzle. The human skull elongated into that of a canine's. The hollow eyes watched the pair as two tiny embers glowed deep inside the black pits. \nThe dead man was looking at death. The reaper smiled at him as he always did to his charges. The man looked back and scowled. \n\n“Took your boney ass long enough.” the man spat. Death seemed to smile a bit more. \n“I do try to be punctual. But you are a slippery one.” it spoke, the voice like fine wine that had aged into vinegar. “I thought for sure your heart would give out before you crossed the void.” the thing muttered. It actually made a 'tisk tisk' sound. It made them both shiver. The reaper seemed...bemused if it was capable of that. The dead man however was very irritated now. \n“Fucking do it! Take me! Come on you boney fuck!” he screamed at him. All he had now was his anger. Rage was useful.\nThe fox cowered and seemed to be trying to drift into the snow below him. The reaper didn’t seem to be paying attention to him. \n“Oh don’t be such a spoil sport. You have a head start.” the reaper smiled. The dead man blinked. \n“What?” he spat.\n“Oh silly me. No one ever explains the rules to mortals.” it told him. Now it was obviously amused. “You are in the in-between. You may be quite dead but I can not collect you. At least, not yet.” it spoke, in the way one explains to a child that he is going to get a time out if he misbehaves. The dead yakuza held his tongue. \n“Going between the void...i'm afraid I get a bit...detached. In fact i'm not fully even here at the moment. I'm existing in the human realm and here at once. It will take oh...some amount of time for me to fully pass though.” he explained. “Oh so much work. Just for one slippery soul.” he added, running a finger over the hourglass in his hands. The sand was empty on the top half. The yakuza sneered and debated if he should believe the creature or not. The reaper read his mind and smirked. “Oh don't take me for a 'kidder' my dead friend. I want to collect you. I want to take you to your judgment. It's my job. And once I am able to fully exist in this realm, I will. But I do enjoy a chase. Run. Skip, dance if you like. Your little fox friend too. Be a merry little pair as you run away. I will be along shortly...” Death giggled. The sound made them both want to void bowels they no longer had to control. The dead man felt his rage drain away down his non-existent leg.\nThe pair flew. \n\nThe fox was fast. As was the dead man. But they both knew that Death would be faster.\nThe fox seemed to be running in a blind panic and the man, having no idea where he was in this forest, let him lead. He lost track of time and soon all direction. He saw nothing but the fox's soft form and the trees as they rushed past, around and often right through them. Then the fox dove and the yakuza flew over and past him. He slowed and turned, doing so on a dime as his body had no need to obey physical laws. He was as light as sound or maybe a scent. At first he thought the fox had lost him with his sudden dive. But he was already getting ideas as to what he could do like this. He let himself thin out, reaching his consciousness, his form, his self, as far out as it could reach. He waited as he 'fished'. He got a bite rather quickly. He sensed the dead fox's fear. His memory. The reaper had chased him before. The fox was a fast one, but not enough to outrun death himself. For some reason, either by a desire for sport or mere distraction, death had not bothered to catch him yet. That both terrified and enraged him. This was torturous. And much like the dead human, he wished that things would be over. The man felt further and soon located his fellow ex-living being as he hid in the snow. Precisely, under it. There was something he had seemed to wrap his form around. Something physical. The yakuza ran part of himself though the snow, and of course, nothing happened. He cursed himself. He was merely a reflection in this world and could do nothing to affect it. He felt the fox below him and started to reach for him, intending to drag him up out of the frost. And then a funny thing happened. Something moved. A very soft movement. A twitch. But it was just enough to expose a rough shape in the snow. \n\n“Sttop! Leave leave me be! He wants you right now! Go away!” Ni spat at him. The yakuza didn’t approach right away. He was watching. The shape in the snow didn’t move again. So he prodded the fox once more. He let out a yelp and seemed to slap at him. It was a strange wave of irritated thoughts and emotions. All of them sorrow filled and scared. The dead man would not be told what to do right now. Besides, he got what he wanted. The shape twitched again. A little more snow came off the bleached white material under it. The bones. The fox bones the fox's spirit was clutching to like a teddy bear. The dead man did not need to feel it out of him to know whose remains these were.\n\nThe fox spirit was crying, holding to the old bones as tightly as he could. The man asked quietly. “You made the bones move. Can you do more?” \nThe fox was surprised at the question, but muttered “Only a little. And only mine. Its the magic left in them. My magic. Its still in my old bones...” Being asked snapped the fox's attention away from his predicament for the moment but then he became silent. \nThe yakuza nodded. The man had made up his mind. He didn't like this plan. Hated it in fact. But he was dead and had no better ideas. The though that this could...likely would be the end of existence as he knew it crossed his mind. Ah well...\nHe moved. \n\nThe fox spirit screamed as the human drove himself into the same space he was occupying. The man screamed in tune moments later. Their essences swirled and twisted. Memories flowed back and forth between the pair like water. The fox knew what the man knew, and the man knew what the fox knew.\n\nEverything. Their desires, their histories, their very selves. All of it shared and swirled around like a stew. The man had done terrible things. Years of them. The fox had lived a short but good life. He remembered dying in the snow. The man remembered the brief beating and then dismemberment he suffered. The fox tried to separate. To escape him. The man refused and held him inside. HE had work to do. THEY were going to do it his way. The fox now knew the horrible things the human fantasied doing to his killers. And the fox found that he now shared the same ideas towards the ones who had killed him. They both were terrified and elated. The man's rage, his anger, his will fueled them now. And the magic the kitsune contained, however small, started to swell and twist. They wanted to act. To kill. To enjoy sweet revenge. \n\nThe bones in the snow started to move. A fox skull rose from the white powder with its sockets seeming to be glowing with magic. Thinner small bones started to snake behind it as the thing started to move. To walk. To run. Back into the forest. Following the smell of cooking man-flesh... \n\n\n---\n\nKyu smiled widely and danced his fingers along the dead mouse-man's chest. He was playing with himself idly as he spoke. The dead mouse-man's ears heard nothing. He was still warm and the fox held him closer to enjoy that heat. “Ooh I had quite a bit of...fun after that. WE just pranced our way to those two fools as they were making soup out of that poor dead man's feet and hands. Lucky for us they left most of his bones around the camp. We were already driving Ni's little bones...then the dead man's started to move too. Now, you have to understand...” Kyu continued, pulling on the dead mouse-man's ear so that he was looking up at him again. His mouth was slack and eyes wide and glassy. The kitsune regretted breaking his neck. At least, breaking it completely. His head wanted to dangle like a sock full of change now. He picked back up where he left off...\n\n“Little Ni had a untapped little supply of magic. A good breeding of kitsune clans. Only two tails but he had more then enough magic left in his bones to do what we did. Oh the things we did...” the fox smiled. His cock throbbed a bit. He 'shhed' it as if it was listening to his story too. “well I won't bore you with the details. Those human's bones were broken in many places. Soo many sharp pointed parts...\nmmm I can still hear them screaming. I can hear them right now in fact. Right in here...” he mmmed as he ran a paw over his own chest. He could feel them. Their souls still inside him. Screaming right now, almost as loudly as the day he took them from their broken defiled bodies. He remembered the taste. The feeling as he chewed and burrowed around inside them. Tasting their wiggling essences as they died. And how easy it was to simply draw them into himself. Dragging their meat and blood along with them, wrapping it around the bones. The dead man's and the dead fox's bones serving as a framework for something new. Skin and fur, claws and teeth. Tails. The kitune's magic didn't care what was done with it. It was a tool and needed fuel. The bird and pig demons had proved to be excellent fuel for his fire. Twisting all that warm bloody flesh and bone into a working body once more. Grinding their souls and minds up. Leaving them as nothing but screaming things he still could feel inside his form. Still fueling his body and magic. Just like the others. The kitsune licked the tip of his cock clean with his long tongue. He snapped his fingers after and slapped the dead thing in the bed with him on the back. The corpse slumped forward and fell on its face in the bed in a rather unfaltering pose. \n\n“That's not even the best part. No no, that was when bone bag showed up again. Hhehee!” he giggled. It was a horrible sound. Almost as unpleasant as Death's own laughter. He saw his audience's ass looking at him, his body bonelessly slumped forward. He was getting cold already. He had his fun with the mouse'y and now the game was done. Not the first time he had killed his bed-warmer. This one hadn't even irritated him. He had been polite and obedient. He presented his openings when told. He even kept his mouth shut when Kyu had started to tell his little story.\nBut here they were regardless. He didn't even know why he had started to share that little story with the rodent whore in the first place...\nThat was a lie. A part of him did know why. That little nag of a conscience he had. Which was funny since he had lost his original around the age six. Of all those other souls only one still was anything beyond a screaming mindless flame in his belly. A minor side effect all things considered. And unfortunately for his own personal Jimmy Cricket, he was quite deaf to it. But the fact that he still felt it on occasion...\nConfession was good for the soul he supposed. It did feel nice to say it out loud once in awhile. Even better when the ears that heard it wouldn't be repeating it. \nThe kitsune sighed a bit. If he waited much longer there would be a uninvited guest joining them. It wouldn't be the first time since that night Kyu had seen the bag of ink and bones. In fact he had seen him a good dozen times since. But it could do was watch. And Kyu supposed, even the reaper could get blue balls. He hadn't seen him in many a season...\n“Well, you wont be seeing him either it seems. Because you have new accommodations.” the kitsune crooned to his cooling bed-mate. He gently sniffed the dead mouse-man and watched. Waiting. He could see something. Sense it swarming about inside his cooling body. The fox whistled a bit as he watched...\n\nTHERE.\n\nThere was a wet thunk. A arm stuck though the dead mouse-man's torso. His insides became outsides in a quick splash upon the sheets. And the hand on the other side clutched something. Something that he gripped not just with his hand. But his magic. An intangible thing that he could now see clearly. Could taste. The mouse-man's soul looked right at him, confused and thrashing wildly like a snake. He smiled back at him. And opened his mouth very wide...\n\n–\n\nThere was a beep on the intercom. Kyu waited a moment and one of the lower foxes answered him shyly. “Ye..yes sir.”\n“Clean up. A number 3 please.” he ordered. The fox on the other end of the line gave a grunt of confirmation and the button clicked off. Kyu stretched a bit, rubbing the little bulge of his belly. He played with his navel slightly. He could feel a ticklish sensation in his insides. Almost like butterflies in the stomach. The fox retrieved his robe from the hook on the wall, throwing over his bare shoulders. His back itched a bit and he took a moment to scratch it through the cloth. The itch turned to a burn and he bared his teeth a little. He slid the robe back down and dug his claws into the skin until he was satisfied. He eyed the back of his torso in the bathroom mirror out of curiosity. He could see his hairless backside and gave a annoyed expression. The tattoo was bleeding again. And pulsing. Angry gods, dragons and demons. All of them seeming to be staring back at him with their ink eyes. Blood smeared and dribbled in rivets from the edges of pink skin that his fur didn't dare grow upon. His claws had only left the faintest marks on his red'ed flesh. He grunted. \n“Indigestion.” and pulled the robe back up and made his way out the door...\n\n--\n\n\nDaiquiri stirred slightly as something warm pressed against his backside. And something fleshy rubbed between his butt cheeks and nestled there like a hot dog in its bun. He woke a bit more as a pair of warm arms wrapped around him. He purred a bit under his breath, muttering “I thought you didn't like to cuddle...” in a half tease. He smelt Bourbon's breath on the nape of his neck and heard him stifle a giggle. The coon didn't open his eyes, enjoying the moment. “Is it morning?” Daiquiri eventually\nasked. Bourbon made a grunt of confirmation. Fully awake now, the young coon took his elder's paws in his own and held them there. \n\n“Wha what are you doing here!?”\n\nThe shrill shriek made both coons sit up fully, eyes wide. Wallace was pointing at a form crouched against one of the walls, hidden partly in a blue robe patterned in small purple triangles. Roku opened one bloodshot eye and looked back at the rabbit. Daiquiri scrambled to his feet, his balls dropping to the floor heavily on instinct. He started to grip his skin, the testicles in his sac hardening as he prepared to use his maleness as a flail. Bourbon stood and stretched, farting softly, before putting a hand on Daiquiri's chest in a dismissive manner. \n“Morning fox. Sleep well?” he asked nonchalantly. Both Daiquiri and Wallace blinked. Roku grunted. “No. I heard you spooning all night long.” the fox growled. Bourbon smirked while Daiquiri blinked a bit and scratched his ass cheeks absently. Roku then passed a look towards Wallace. “And you snore.” he added. \n\nSeemingly finished, the fox stood up slowly and popped his neck back and forth. Wallace shivered slightly. Daiquiri spoke out loud his assumptions once it was clear the fox wasn’t about to pounce on them. “Well since you aren't busy trying to stuff us in bag and drag us to Kyu...” he started, Roku merely eying him. Daiquiri turned to Bourbon and finished, “...I take it you talked him into helping us.”\nBourbon gave a smile. It was that shit eating one he wore frequently. Bourbon then gestured to the younger tanuki and looked at the kitsune. “Roku, meet Daiquiri, Daiquiri you remember Roku right?” he introduced them. Daiquiri gave a sheepish smile as the fox approached and the tanuki offered a hand to shake. Roku eyed it as if it were a snake. The younger coon put it back down quickly enough. He blinked a bit, remembering. “Oh yah, that's right. We did meet already.” he offered. Roku blinked this time and eyed him with the strongest glare he could muster. \n“Come again?” the fox demanded.\n“Oh, um...well I was a bit...smaller when we met.” the coon offered.\n“Don't play games. I got enough of that from your friend.” Roku snapped.\n“I...I um was between his legs last time ya saw me.” The tanuki offered softly in a half whisper, thumbing towards Bourbon.\nThe fox didn't speak.\n“I...um...” Daiquiri swallowed.\n\n“HE WAS MY DICK!” Bourbon clarified. \nRoku rubbed his brow. Very very hard. \n\nWallace's morning wood gave the slightest twitch while he busied himself getting dressed. \n\n–\n\n“You can't be serious.” Daiquiri muttered. Bourbon merely smiled. \n“Its not a terrible plan...” Wallace offered in a shy manner. Roku gave him a look that would melt steel while Daiquiri looked at him with one eye while he held his paws over his face. \n“I've seen better plans written on bathroom stalls.” Roku growled. \n“You're just upset you didn't think of it first.” Bourbon retorted smirking. \n\nRoku rubbed his brow as the group sat around the bar in the bathhouse, Bourbon taking a moment to empty it of what little booze hadn't been consumed last night. One hot tub still had a coating of dried tanuki leavings that Bourbon had been quite proud to show off. And that was even before the 'plan' was told to them. It wasn’t a horrible thing...at least in theory. Divide and condor was a simple and effective strategy. But the details...\nDaiquiri looked at Roku again and wondered if the fox would actually let Bourbon go though with what he had in mind. Or if it would work for that matter. \n\n“Now then, lets get started shall we?” the older coon announced and stood on the bar, taking a moment to adjust himself. Daiquiri couldn’t help but blush a bit at that. Roku ignored it. Wallace made sure he wasn’t looking. None of them bothered to argue with the taunki over any agreement to go with his plan. He was going to do it regardless.\nThe old coon smacked his paws together and concentrated. His fur ruffled and started to flow in a wave, his coloring paling and changing tone. Becoming softer and the color of copper. His legs gave soft pops as he gained a foot, then two and then three feet in height, becoming the tall one in the room. He sucked in his gut as his chubby frame elongated and became lithe and sinewy. He ran his paws though his scalp, the fur elongating into a long mane that he tamed into a ponytail. His longer ears twitched a bit as he put his paws to his face and pulled softly on his snout, making it longer, more pointed. He produced a robe from nothing (another illusion on top of this one) and slipped into it. His tail twitched a bit as he smirked (looking absolutely horrible on this new face) and bent over a bit. Eight additional tails shot out from above his ass cheeks with sounds, soft fart like squishes of moving flesh. \n\n'Kyu' stood on the bar, his head almost touching the ceiling. Bourbon's voice left his lips as he spoke. “So, how do I look?” he asked, adding some snoot to his voice. Roku eyed him coolly as Daiquiri gave a soft clap of his hands. Wallace shivered slightly at the sight. Even if this was a imitation the fox still made the rabbit nervous. \n\n“Snout is a hair longer. His fingernails are long but well kept. And he has a bad back. Some old injury but he hides it.” Roku spoke. Bourbon's expression firmed slightly but he nodded. He adjusted his snout a bit and then his nails and posture. Roku nodded. “Now the voice...” Wallace offered, trying to be helpful but already not liking this. At all. Bourbon smiled and rolled his tongue in his lips a bit, thinking of something to say. \n\n“I'm am Kyu of the house of nine. I am a stuck up little princess who quite enjoys the taste of my own butt-hole. The only possible thing you could say in my favor is that I exhale CO2, which I hear is good for plants.” 'Bourbon declared in a rather perfect mimic. For the first time any of them had seen Roku smiled. And stifled a snorting laugh. Bourbon smiled like someone who had just gotten all '10's from the judges (even the snooty one). \n\n“My turn I guess.” Daiquiri said out loud, half to the others and half to himself. He looked at Roku a bit for reference then started. His body fat sucked into itself in a swift motion, making him look as if he had been on a extreme diet of air and hunger. The coon then made popping wet sounds as his feet and legs reshaped, becoming more canine. He took hold of his nose and pulled, dragging the rest of his snout out with it. He ran his paws over his face and ears, pushing and pulling as needed. Lastly he let his fur change into a soft almost red tone. Roku eyed him and nodded. “That will work. There are a large number of 'sans' here so you should be unnoticed.” he assessed. Daiquiri nodded and eyed the robe Wallace was wearing. He had never tried to 'make' clothing before he realized. Bourbon, wearing Kyu's face like a halloween mask (and making him do all manner of stupid and silly expressions), noticed and bent down to his eye level. Hearing his partner's voice coming from those lips made him unnerved. As if a clown was offering him a balloon while his lips were still red with children's blood. He shook it off and listened to the advice Bourbon spoke. “It's all an illusion. Don't think of making clothing. Or making some out of your body. This is a parlor trick. Nothing up your sleeves cept the coin you make turn up behind the mark's ear.” he provided. Daiquiri nodded. He could feel the magic his body generated now. He hadn’t at first. Not really until they had woken up from their petrification induced nap. It was a soft warm thing, deep in his balls. Which didn’t surprise him in the least. Not quite arousal or lust. Something different. He just had to coax it out. He concentrated. To Wallace, someone who while touched by magic would never weld natural magic himself, it looked as if Daiquiri was passing a rather hard bowel movement. \n\nRoku knew what the kid was trying. He had years of training to draw his magic from his bones. To shape and coax it to his needs and will. But the tanuki seemed to be guided by much different magic than his own. Wild horny things that were more herded then controlled. Which he supposed was fine by them. He knew Bourbon liked what he was. The younger one was new to all this. He wasn’t sure why a tanuki his age didn’t have experience at their trade. That was a question he would need to find out. But not today. Today they had things to do. He would get the answers after the dust settled. \n\nThe magic cast a almost bubble around Daiquiri's form as he coaxed it out from his body. It wavered and shifted, a unformed glimmer of a thing. Much more felt then seen. Bourbon made a encouraging sound. He could see it and feel it. “There it is. Now just shape it. Don’t worry bout details. All it needs to do is give the idea of clothes.” he coached. Daiquiri pulled it down to himself with his will, speaking to it in his head and feeling that he looked like a idiot. “Ok, just...just make robes. Just what the foxes around here are wearing. That's it. Just...just work please.” he muttered to himself. The magic obeyed. Wallace clapped. A robe much like the one he wore had coaxed itself into existence on his friend's body. Bourbon smiled and patted his back. “Not bad not bad.” he complimented. Daiquiri felt pride swell up in his chest at hearing the older coon say that. It made him happy. \n\nBourbon now turned to Roku and smiled widely. The fox grunted and his eyes got wide. He did not like seeing Kyu's face do that. It was like a shark that had decided to make kissy faces at him. Now he remembered the tanuki's plan for his role in their little escape plan/coup d'etat. He shook his head. “I told you no way in all the hells. Think of another idea.” he growled but Bourbon was already getting what he needed for his plan. Roku let out curses in all the languages he knew. Wallace looked away and Daiquiri did too...if only for a moment before he kept an eye on the whole thing...\n\n–\n\n“Don't slouch so much” Wallace offered as he and Daiquiri walked down the hallway. The coon in disguise nodded and straightened up a bit. He was obviously a bit distracted. Bourbon hadn't mentioned it before but the clothing illusion required a conscious effort on his part to maintain. While changing his body needed concentration as well, once it was done his body held his new shape without a large effort. As long as he kept thinking “Ok i'm a three tailed fox.” in the back of his head, his body did what it was told. Now that he was practiced at it, it was getting to be second nature to him. Maintaining the clothing spell was something much harder. This was more like having to control one's breathing. Eventually your brain would just do that for you. But this...if the coon didn't think about it, the clothing would start to disappear right off his naked hide. Wallace elbowed him several times as he saw his clothing becoming transparent. This forced the coon to keep his mind on both making sure he stayed clothed, and to remember he was a fox right now. To say he was a bit distracted was putting it mildly. No wonder Bourbon rarely bothered to make clothing when he changed. \nHe wondered about merely trying to make his body make clothing along with the fox shape. When he did try that, Wallace said it looked like his clothing was made of rubber or worse, skin. The way it bent and moved. Making his body move and flex the same way clothing did was a much harder task then simply using the clothing illusion. \n\nHe sighed, “Always a catch.” \n\nWallace made a 'hmm?' sound which the 'fox' waved off. The pair had a task to do and the sooner the better. He didn't like splitting up but after seeing what Bourbon did to Roku he was glad to be FAR away from the kitsune at the moment. He thought he could see the carpet burn when they walked away towards the other end of the bordello. While the pair of them were off to set a trap for Kyu, he and the rabbit had been given a bit of a rescue mission. Wallace said something about rescuing a princess but the reference went over Daiquiri's head. \n“So...what..what does she look like?” the rabbit asked curiously. Daiquiri eyed him and noticed he smelt a bit of...oh. 'Heh, so he likes the stinky girls does he?' Daiquiri thought to himself. The coon smiled. \n\n“Oh well...she does have nice fur. Smooth like silk. And a stripe down her backside. She does have a nice backside. I got pressed against it. I didn't mind.” Daiquiri smirked. THAT smirk. Wallace didn’t notice his erection but Daiquiri did. He took a moment to poke it though the rabbit's short robe. The bunny let out a squeak and slapped his paw away. “You're as bad as Bourbon!” he snapped. Daiquiri just laughed at him. He decided he would take that as a compliment. \n\nLilly was a rather fetching lady he had to admit. Hell, every one of the 'ladies of the night' he had come across here had been pleasing to the eyes. And the males had been too. Even the kappa...long as he held his nose anyways.\nDaiquiri had a nag in the back of his brain that he kept re-awaking every time he remembered he was originally a human. That nag that said “You know, you use to like girls without fur on their bodies.” which was true. He had liked women just fine. And truth be told, the guys too. Now though, well, both seemed almost equal in his brain. Male and female had become less genders and more what anatomical toys you got to play with. And what he had never contemplated as a human, that something furry and animalistic was attractive, came naturally to him. Seeing a tail or fur was no different then a attractive leg or curve of a rump. That nag told him that he should be worried by that. He chose to ignore it. He was ok with what he was at the moment. He was a tanuki. All that matters is here and now. \nIf they manged to live though this little adventure he would have time for introspective quandaries then. \n\nLilly's room was near the front entrance to the building according to Wallace and his own map of the place. With all the confusing hallways they were both glad to have it. While the rabbit was free to act casual, Daiquiri found he needed to keep 'in character' if anyone walked by them. The other guests seemed to not give much notice of them, although one or two did attempt to get Daiquiri's attention. He pretended to be in deep conversation with the rabbit over what drinks he wanted delivered to his room and what sort of women he wanted to bring them. The customers gave annoyed looks and walked on, leaving the pair to glance back and wait till they left earshot. \n“This is getting old...” Daiquiri muttered to himself. Wallace didn’t say anything as they rounded the last hallway towards the skunk's room...\n\nBig L was standing in the middle of said hallway, fat hands wrapped around a bottle that he was upending into his painted on lips (the fact he drank & smoked with no real mouth was a trick that Daiquiri never did get tired of seeing). He made a wet gasp of air once he finished his swig and his eyes noticed the pair as they stood frozen at the end of the hall. He smiled. \n\n“Wally! Where the fuck have you been?” he bellowed. The pair exchanged a very quick glance at each other before the cat approached them, arms wide. “You fuzzy shit. You had me worried you got scared off!” he laughed. It was a thick slurry like sound. He took a moment to compose his thoughts and noticed Daiquiri. The pair shared a quick bit of eye contact. It felt like a eternity to the taunki in disguise. He broke it off and backed away politely. If the big cat noticed anything in that glance he didn’t say it. He looked back at Wallace and smirked. “So what were you up to? Was this little piss-ant helping ya find some 'fun'?” he giggled and rubbed Wallace's head. The rabbit didn’t stop him and muttered softly. “Um, no no sir. Just was...lost is all. The 'san' was showing me the way to the front desks so I could find out where you were.” he answered. Big L didn’t respond with words but merely took another swig of his bottle. He stank of booze worse then Bourbon and Daiquiri usually did. His facial features, painted on as they were, even looked a bit sloshed. A bit of hopeful confidence slipped into Daiquiri's belly. The cat wiped his face dry with a arm and grunted. “Well you found me. Whole shit lot it'll do ya though. I still haven’t found those goddamn raccoons.” he slurred. He tipped a bit and used the wall to brace himself. He gave a harsh laugh. “Fucking kitsunes.” he then looked in Daiquiri's direction again, a cool cruel look in his eyes. “yah that's right. Your fucking boss. Asshole is gonna likely try and kill me when I don't show up with those two taunki. But that's ok. I got a nice big fist here...” he flexed his arm at the 'fox' for emphasis, “Gonna shove it right up his prissy ass.” he snorted and broke into a laugh. \n\nWallace, not finding his boss drunk as shit comfortable at all, added a soft laugh as well. Feeling left out, Daiquiri gave a bit of one too. Big L's laugh died in his throat. He looked at the tanuki in disguise coolly again and took one more quick sip of his drink. “Have...have I seen you before...you...” he rubbed his forehead as if wiping fog from a windshield. Daiquiri swallowed thickly and adjusted his voice, feeling his vocal cords contract and reshape slightly. The voice the came out was crackled and sharper. “No I don't think so sir.” he answered. The drunk cat shook his head. “Uh uh. I know i've seen you somewhere. Somethin...somethin...” he muttered rubbing his head. Daiquiri felt rubbery and backed up a bit. This was going south quick. He stole a glance at Wallace who was backing up and away from his boss. He motioned back down the hall, back towards Lilly's room. Daiquiri debated in his head for a few moments. Now or never he decided. Just as well. He never was much of an actor. \n\n“Well maybe we have sir. Its hard to forget someone with a cork in their asshole.” he smiled. \nBig L's eyes went very wide and then very angry in the same instant. Daiquiri smiled a bit wider and let his eyes change color. From the yellow of the foxes back to his natural blue. He doubted Big L would remember his eye color but changing them in front of him was like waving a red flag at a bull.\n\n“YOU FUCK!” bellowed from Big L's mouth as he halved the distance between the two of them in one big step. Much faster then someone his size had any right to be. Daiquiri let out a quick squeak of surprise, dropping to his hands and knees and starting to run. He had no idea why he dropped to all fours to do it, but he wasn’t going to question instinct tonight. The robe on his backside flickered and disappeared from existence as he took off. Big L shoved a table out of his way and bounded off, his big feet sounding like an elephant stampede. \n\n–\n\nWallace watched and stood there a moment, frozen. Then he felt his conscience slap him into action as he quickly turned and ran down the hall towards Lilly's room. He had a job to do. They even had plan a for if this exact thing had happened. He just hoped that Daiquiri had more of a plan then what Bourbon had offered when asked what to do if they ran into Big L. “Distract him.” he said.\n\n–\nA fox that was gaining weight and changing colors slipped down the hall, past a fat hamster in glasses and a mouse woman in nothing but a pair of panties. The pair watched him go, distracted by the blur of motion. There was a harsh WHUMP as the hamster man found himself slammed onto the carpet as a white china bullet train shoved past him. His attendant gave out a harsh shrill shriek. Neither of the runners glanced back. (Although Daiquiri felt a pang of sorrow for the instant he could afford to give it)\n\nDaiquiri was ruining blind. It had taken just two quick turns and he had lost his direction in the identical hallways. Much worse was that Big L was much faster then he thought. He was running at full tilt, belly fat dragging the floor, and the big cat was only two or three strides behind him. Every bit of furniture he exploded or knocked aside with his bulk, doing nothing to slow him down. \nThe now fully revealed tanuki slipped under the legs of a rather wide bear clad in what looked like a leather diaper around his hips. A gecko lady had him on a leash attached to the gimp-hood on his head. She gave a little gasp as he slipped past, the bear only turning his blind head. There was a harsh crash and motion of bodies as Big L slammed into them. Unlike the hamster, the bear was much to big to treat like a bowling pin. He roared “YOU STUPID SHIT!” as the pair struggled back up from the floor and slammed a paw against Big L's face. The cat whipped against the wall, denting it and knocking a painting off further down the hall. Daiquiri didn't stop to watch, instead he ran, hearing more swears and then thick sounds like a hammer tenderizing meat. \n\nThe tanuki was panting and gasping as he finally saw a spot he could work with. In his panic he had led the cat back towards the dining hall. The place was alive with all shapes and sizes of creatures, enjoying a early dinner, late lunch or actual breakfast. Food steamed on plates. Bowls filled with meats and sauces. He felt his mouth watering down his chin. He wiped it and looked around. Only a handful of patrons had noticed him slip in, not much different then the other half naked customers. He saw more bare breasts and balls then he did clothed ones. He heard a rumbling coming down the hall and found his second wind as he ran into the middle of the place, shoving and slipping between legs as he needed. Someone dropped a plate of pasta on his backside, releasing a soft gasp of shock and pain as the hot food slopped off him. He paid it no mind and bound up onto a table, stepping in a basset hound woman's chicken Parmesan. She screamed at him and slapped at his leg. He didn’t have time for this. He felt his face twist and swell as he looked right at her. A sneering mouth with fangs longer then her fingers, a wide flared nose, scales and spines, and black eyes with yellow irises roared at her, coating her with spittle. A crude dragon face to be sure but it worked. She screamed and shoved herself away from the table, her butt bouncing as she did. Several other dinners screamed as well and started to take off. The stampede started. The room started to erupt into a mass of nude bodies as they jostled and ran for the exits. Daiquiri found himself smiling a bit. \n\n“RUN! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. GET OUT BEFORE I SHOVE YOU IN MY DICK!” he found himself roaring. And enjoying it.\nHe laughed and swelled his throat out, making another booming roar that got the last stragglers going from their seats. He could hear the kitchen come to a dead stop behind him and heard hushed voices spitting into phones. \n\n“yes he's here! The one the boss wants.”\n\n“Don't fucking tell me that. You get him! Not my job.”\n\n“He's some kinda monster. He swallowed one of the customers!”\n\n“I shat my pants. Can...can you bring me a pair when this is all over. No no, the blue ones”\n\n“Im not even suppose to be here today...”\n\nDaiquiri shrugged his shoulders. “Well, this distracting enough for you' Bourbon?” he asked the utterly uninterested crowd. They didn't reply. \n\n–\n\nKyu wrapped his hand around the pen in his paw and started to write. And by write, he gestured with the object and spoke aloud while a san took dictation. \n\n“Due to the rather unorthodox and repugnant methods you employed, I am afraid I can not offer any more donations Senator Wa..” he was cut off as the phone in his robe rang. He growled and removed it, pushing the button and speaking sharply. “This had better be...” he started and was cut off again, this time by someone's scream in the background. Kyu grimaced and held the phone a good foot away from his ear. The fox on the other end was muttering, spitting out a stream of words that he barely understood himself. “...hesgot a giant mouth itsa fuckin dragon I I dont wanta do this anymore sirr oh and and that stupidfatcat is here now and he's punching and throwing the guesstss...” the fox blubbered. The fox let out a wet yelp as the phone signal cut out. He looked a the now quiet thing dumbly and put it back in his pocket, before crawling into one of the kitchen cabinets and closing it shut behind him.\n\nKyu felt his fist start to bleed as the crushed fragments of cellphone dug into it. The fox taking dictation, old and thin with one eye and the other covered with a patch, closed the notebook he had been writing in. “Cancel the 4:00pm meeting?” he asked calmly. Kyu nodded as he ripped the office door off the hinge and strode down the hallway. The san with one eye casually took the fire extinguisher off the wall and began to put out the tiny foot shaped burn marks the master was leaving in the carpet as he walked. \n\n–\n\nBig L grabbed hold of one of the sans as he ran past him, armed with what looked like a rubber billy club. The fox let out a little shriek before the cat tossed him into the air, his body crashing into a punchbowl several yards away. The cat paid it no mind as he eyed the tanuki in the middle of the room, standing on one of the tables. Several of the 'san' kitsunes were around the table, attempting to take swipes at him with brooms, billy clubs, and one had taken what looked like a whip from one of the more kinky customers. Big L watched him whip the fat raccoon across the ass with it. The tanuki let out a yelp and then caught the whip on the next crack. Big L slowed his approach, watching now with curiosity. It wasn't Bourbon like he thought at first. It was the young one. The newbie. The little fuck that had started all the bad luck when Bourbon brought him along to his doorstep. He watched him move. He wasn't as big as Bourbon was, so he was a bit more spry. Truth be told, this was a assumption. He had never seen Bourbon, or any tanuki for that matter, actually get into a real fight. Usually they ran. This meant that the young one was stupid. Brave but stupid all the same. He knew the kid had balls. He could see them between his legs.\nHe still planed to rip them off and feed them to him however.\n\nDaiquiri wrapped the whip around his arm and pulled it up, dragging the fox attached to it up to the table with him. He slammed his free fist into the fox's chest and sent him flying back into the floor. The kid was panting and wide eyed. If he had ever been in real fight before, he was doing decently so far. The tanuki took the owner-less whip and cracked it at the remaining foxes, keeping them back from the table. The kid knew his fight wasn't with them. He was waiting for Big L. And Big L never did like to disappoint...\n\n–\n\nDaiquiri panted as he watched the little furry group around him. They hadn't tried to topple the table yet which he was thankful for. One with dark fur, almost red, reached for his ankle, a club in his other hand. Daiquiri let him clasp his clammy paw around his ankle, only so he was close enough for his other foot to make contact with his chin. There was a sharp smack of pain in the taunki's foot as he felt the fox's jaw clack in his head, before the vulpine flipped backwards onto his ass. The tanuki bounced back a bit, steadying the table as the other foxes backed off again. The one who he had just kicked rolled over and whimpered, holding his bloody mouth closed and scurried away. He saw him briefly spit out a tooth. He didn’t want to hurt them but he had no choice. He knew what would be done to him if they got him to their master. \n\n“Outta the way you little shits!” a voice ordered. Daiquiri looked up from his attackers and saw Big L sauntering towards them. A broom wielding fox dropped his weapon and scampered away without a second thought. That left only 2 now, both of them armed with clubs. The fat cat stood before them, smiling ear to ear. He still looked a bit flushed but whatever drunkenness seemed to have been forced away for the moment. \n“I said fuck off! This is my rodeo and I don’t need any of you clowns in my way.” he barked. Daiquiri wasn’t sure he wanted them to leave at this point. They did anyways although the smaller of the two chucked his billy club at Daiquiri's side in a half assed way before running. It bounced off his hip and onto the floor. The pair looked around at the utterly wrecked dining room. More then half of the tables were upturned. Food steamed and stained the floor. The smell of something burning on a stove gave a nasty stink to the air. Not a soul was left except the cat and tanuki. Big L smiled and cracked his knuckles a bit, stretching. “Well kid, you do know how to clear a room.” he complimented. Daiquiri, sweaty and still a bit winded, smirked. “I do try.” \nBig L didn’t listen and started to approach. “Lets get down to this shall we? I want to beat you to death. You obviously want to try and fight me. I don’t want you to get cold feet.” he sneered and slammed his fist down on the table Daiquiri was occupying. The coon saw it coming but none the less wasn’t able to get off with any sort of grace. The table upended and he fell back onto his ass before rolling off it and onto the floor. He gave a grunt and got back up, watching Big L roll the table out of the way. And then he did a funny thing. He put his fists up and started to dance. Back and forth. Like a boxer. After a moment Daiquiri decided that was exactly what he intended to be doing. He was bouncing back and forth like prize fighter, back slightly hunched, fists at his head level. A big moving mountain of china shaped into muscle bound pugilist. \nDaiquiri grunted as he realized he had never really been in a real fist fight before. Oh sure he had gotten a punch or two in back in school. Nothing he ever started or finished though. Ah well. Always time to learn he supposed. The tanuki assumed a imitation of the cat's posture and threw his first punch. \n\nIt went wide as the cat feigned to his right. A white blur flew up between the coon's flabby chest and he flew backward.\n\nThe room spun and for a moment he had no idea what had happened. Except for the painful ache in his gut. Then he felt a hand wrap painfully around his ankles and start to lift him back up. He moved. The tanuki twisted around, not thinking about making his spine flexible, and rammed a fist into the cat's side. Two things happened. Daiquiri felt a white flower of pain shoot up his fist, and Big L dropped him, more of surprise then pain. Daiquiri crashed back onto the floor and clutched his paw. He wiggled it in his hand as it shook against his will, ribbons of pain going up his forearm. He had just enough time to decide it wasn’t broke before the wind left his body. He didn’t feel it when he smashed into the support post of the table behind him. The pole snapped like a toothpick, and several splinters dug into his back fat. He moaned and gasped for air, forcing himself to get back up on his hands on knees. His lungs eventually sucked in enough air for his eyes to stop throbbing. He saw motion to his side and scrambled, rolling though broken plates as he got to his feet. He turned and saw the big cat approaching, casually strolling towards him. Daiquiri spat and gave himself time to get his breath before the cat finished his approach. The billy club touched the back of his foot and he found himself armed and swinging it within moments of the realization it was there. \nThere was a soft THWAP sound as it connected with Big L's fat belly and bounced back. \n“Shittt.” Daiquiri muttered. \n“Deep shit!” Big L replied. And smashed one of his massive fists into Daiquiri's face. \n\n–\n\nDaiquiri blinked and sat up, instantly regretting it. His face felt as if someone had stuffed it full of burning cotton. He tried to moan but it came out a mewling squeal. He screamed now as he felt his nose. It bent to the left. He had the sudden urge to sneeze and when he did a red and black slurry splattered out of his nostrils and all over his hands and chest. Fire shot up his face and made him see white for a moment. He made another sound he didn’t recognize and stood up, holding his very broken nose. He wasn’t paying attention. Barely realized Big L was already on top of him again when another fist connected with his fat belly. \n\nHe bowed over like a playing card. His eyes were wide and he saw his own feet and the cat's for a moment. He found himself wondering briefly if Big L had even felt the blows from him and the crowd he broke though. He fell on his knees and looked up (seeing briefly, the faintest crack along the side of the fat cat's side. A hairline thing that you could only see from one angle) as Big L smiled down at him. “Sorry I had to ruin that pretty face of yours. I'll just have to make the rest of your head match.” he laughed.\n\nDaiquiri blinked and spat in the cat's face, leaving a red squirt over his cheeks and forehead. Big L made a twitch before Daiquiri found himself on his back again, now several feet away. He waited a moment and rolled over, spitting out another gob of gore from his lips and poor nose. He briefly decided the only reason he hadn’t been killed already was because of the fat of his tanuki body. Not that it mattered at this point. The big fucker was going to kill him all the same. He felt tears in his eyes and then made a muttering sound as he felt a big foot press on his back and shove him down on the floor. His nose drug against the carpet and he screamed a muted cry. Big L made a laughing sound, wiping blood from his face and took his foot off Daiquiri's backside and put it against his round head. He pressed down, making his face dig into the floor until he screamed again. The cat let him turn his head just enough so that he wasn’t smashing his busted snout into the ground. \n“This is all your fault you know.” the cat crooned. Daiquiri heard him but his head was starting to swim. His eyes were wet with tears and the blood on his snout. He offered no reply but to spit more. \n“The second you came in the door, all the bad luck started. And I know my luck. I shoulda sent you and your butt-fucker lover back out on the street. But nooooo!” he growled, pressing on Daiquiri's head more. The coon made a groan in reply. The cat continued, obviously wanting Daiquiri to carry this information to his grave. \n“I wanted even with Bourbon. That was all. And here he was, offering himself to me on a fucking silver plate. All I had to do was shove an apple in his mouth and roast his ass!” he spat and added more pressure. Bourbon could feel pressure behind his eyes again and things were starting to darken at the edges. Fuzzy too. He was seeing less clearly. The tables and chairs around them were turning into blurs and shadows...\nThe cat kept chatting, lowering his voice. \n“and then you two sat in my storeroom all that time. Then I lost the Morgan account. Then my horse in the derby threw a shoe. Not to mention the fucking IRS snooping around.” he growled.\n“And you and your lover, just siting there. Just drawin' all that bad luck to me. I bought so much stuff to try and counteract you two. The leprechaun gold, the lucky pennies, hell even that damn horse was born on the on the 7th in July and I had him fed nothing but 4 fucking leaf clovers! You were suppose to be a quick sale. Then you two would just rot forever like that, not ruin my fucking business!” he screamed. Daiquiri could feel his skull starting to give. Oh god he was gonna die here. He didn’t want to think that till now but...things were getting dark... \n“Even turned Wallace into a full rabbit. Didn’t do shit. You started it all. You brought me NINETEEN YEARS of bad fucking luck! Well your luck has run the fuck out!” Big L screamed. And started to press all his large weight down. \n\n–\n\n'Nineteen years huh? Well that sucks', the tanuki thought bitterly to himself before the weight on his head took all thought...until...\nDaiquiri saw something moving in the corner of his eye. Something swirling and black. Like ink being bled from a old fashioned pen into his eyesight. A glowing pinpoint of light in the middle of it. The inky thing looked his way, a skull with tiny coals of fire in the center of its eye sockets looked back at him. It waved its boney fingers at him. The tanuki felt his soul \nshiver and wiggled his own fingers back in reply. He was surprised Big L let him do it. He looked up, ever so slowly...\nthe cat's big fat foot was still on his head. Still pressing...\nBut...\nWhy is it so slow?\nHe waited and although he could distantly still feel the pain, feel his head starting to be crushed, it was so far totally ignorable. As if someone had turned his nerves down to almost nothing. He eyed the reaper as it floated to him and then sat in front of his face, looking almost expectant. As if he had told him a joke and wanted to see if he laughed at it. \nDaiquiri felt his busted snout with his tongue and, finding it felt numb but manageable, spoke out loud.\n“Am I dead?”\n“Not yet.” the reaper replied. \nNot exactly a comforting answer the tanuki thought. He started to try and get up but found his body, like his pain, was distant. He could speak but he knew his mouth wasn’t actually speaking. He guessed he was more thinking at the the dead thing then anything else. But the urge to move his lips was still there. At least he had the illusion he was speaking. Still, he wasn't happy to see the reaper again. He had hoped he never would until he was old and brittle, hopeful in a soft bed many decades from now. He finally asked out loud. “May I ask why you're here? If i'm not dead that is.” \nThe reaper smiled and, distantly, Daiquiri felt his bladder loosen and start to very slowly wet his crotch fur. \n“I am using an opportunity that has presented itself Mr. Tanuki.” it told him. \n'Mr. Tanuki'? When did he get formal? Then again did that matter at the moment? Daiquiri assumed it did not. \n“Mind filling me in?” he asked, trying to be friendly as he could when he was fresh from being beaten to death. The reaper kept his gallows grin and pulled the hourglass from his chest. Daiquiri thought he felt his heart stop (it may have very well have) as he saw the sand wasn’t moving. Then he saw that there was still plenty of sand in the top half of the vessel. Something, a too big grain of the glowing gypsum, had clogged the flow. The reaper waited till he was sure the tanuki saw this and started to explain. “You are having what your big headed types call a 'near death experience'. Which is rather apt in your case. You're close enough to pinch.” it giggled. Daiquiri wondered if he was going to shit himself too during this. Best not to tempt that fate. Still, it was nice to hear that he wasn’t actually dead...completely. Didn’t change the fact that the grim reaper was here again. \n“That's...interesting.” Daiquiri offered. Death nodded in agreement. “It is. It seems you have a bigger role in the grand scheme of things than I thought.” \nThe tanuki contemplated that. He did void his bowels now. Death didn’t seem to notice (or care if he did). He continued regardless. \n\n“I have a job for you Mr. Tanuki. Its not a hard task but it is something that must be done. For I can not do it myself. Otherwise I would have.” he spoke, his voice gaining a obvious pang of self disappointment. Daiquiri didn’t like where this was going but he kept quiet. \n“I won't bore you with too many details. I will be to the point. The kitsune, Kyu is my prey. He has escaped me and due to his unfortunate actions, I can not collect him.” the reaper told him. Now Daiquiri was interested. Very much so indeed. Death spoke further. \n“The kitsune has been consuming souls. They have granted him many more years then he was allotted. And power far beyond his natural state. And because these souls have been consumed by him, not only can they not be collected and judged, they render the kitsune in a state of living. A living being is not something I can collect. Only the dead are my domain.”\nDaiquiri listened and digested that. From what little Bourbon had guessed and Roku had shared, he had assumed that the kitsune had been playing some sort of trick or game. Somehow he had shown up, taken control of the clan, and not a soul knew where he came from before hand. Bourbon had surmised that he must be fueled by something. A spell, a magical item, something that gave him a shortcut. \nHearing that he had been eating souls however. Now that chilled Daiquiri a bit more then even the reaper standing next to him did. He looked at the reaper, into those tiny embers deep in the sockets of his canine skull. \n“What...what did you want me to do?” the mortal asked quietly. The reaper ran his bones along the hourglass in a oddly motherly gesture. “He has a anchor here. It lets him exist and stops me from claiming him from that tapestry of flesh he wears. Destroy it. Then he can die. Before that it is a fool's folly.” it told the tanuki. \n\nDaiquiri swallowed thickly, the reaper having just loped another worry on top of the basket load he had already. Bourbon and Roku were going into a fight they literally couldn’t win. \n“You have a deal. Now how do I get outta this?” the tanuki muttered, motioning his fingertips up to the still slowed ceramic cat that was on top of him. Death flashed him a smile and made a high little cort sound. “Who said I was going to stop the large fellow? No, you have to do that on your own. If you fail...well then I shall see you again very shortly. But don't worry. I am rooting for you Mr. Tanuki. I'm sure you will find a way to bounce back...” the reaper smiled. He watched as the dead thing took a moment to look around the floor, searching. Daiquiri assumed it was for a split drink or maybe a bottle of liquor that hadn’t been smashed in the fight. The reaper found none and Daiquiri saw him fade, fade away until there was nothing there but a wisp of black ash and fog. He grunted and started to feel the pain, the sensations starting to ramp up again. The dial was being eased back on. The crushing pain in his head, the smell of Big L's unwashed feet on his skull, the burning plug of blood and pain in his nose. The nausea in his belly and the swirling of things. Even his vision started to fade out again. The world sped up from grass growing to paint drying. He was gonna die...for real this time. He had to do something. Think of something. He thought of Bourbon. Thought of all that had happened so far. He didn’t blame him for leading him to this. No...he was happy. He was happy he met him. He didn’t regret that at all. Even the idea that he had lost nineteen years of his life didn’t bother him as much as he expected. If he had been told that a day or so ago, he might have broke down and cried. He still might do that. But not right now. In fact the only thing he was regretting was that he was about to die. And likely Bourbon too. He regretted that deeply. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to die. He wanted to fight. To keep going and see what else was in store for him. Because HE would be there with him for it. He wanted to be there with him. The tanuki was what he wanted the most right this moment. To touch and hold and be held again. \n'NO.'\n'No not today. I will have that. I will not be killed here. Not now. Think, dammit, think' the tanuki spat to his own mind. There had to be something. Some way to bounce back...bounce. Wait.\n...that’s it.\n–\n\nBig L's foot smashed the tanuki's head flat. He could feel the floor though the racoon's head. He felt Daiquiri twitch and become still under his foot. The big cat let out a guttural groan of satisfaction.\n\n–\n\nBig L stood there, panting. His side ached. Ached bad. He ran a hand against it and winced. The fucker had tagged him hard enough to make another crack. Another beauty mark he supposed. At least he had cracked him much worse then he been able to give.\nThe ceramic cat looked down now at his foot, seeing the tanuki's head still under it. An eye looking right at him. \n\nThen the eye blinked and looked right back at him. \n\nBig L's eyes widened and he realized that instead of a crushed pulp sensation, like a pumpkin under his foot, it felt very...flat. Like a pancake. A rubbery one no less. The flat head under his foot shifted and he swore he saw the edge of a smile. Then the tanuki's head slipped out from under his foot bonelessly, as if a spatula had been under his leg the entire time. \n\n–\n\nDaiquiri rolled, ignoring the confused pain drawing across his face. His vision was distorted for only a moment as he let his head flop around like a flat sheet of paper before he felt Big L's wide body against him. He flipped around, his head resuming its real shape (and real broken nose and that lovely bloody pain), as he found himself laying on his back, seeing the fat cat's groin and taint. He smiled widely. He drew all of the flesh inside his tail, much of his butt and stomach all into his arm as he drew it back. The arm swelled up as if someone had stuffed it full of bricks. Big L saw Daiquiri between his legs, rearing his arm back. The gigantic swollen arm that was aimed right at his manhood.\n\nHe was too slow this time..\n\n–\n\nCRRRRSSSKIHKK!\n\nThe tanuki's arm shot upward deep into Big L's crotch. Daiquiri felt briefly the shape of the ceramic cat's shaft, fat balls included, against his fingers before it all crumpled under his fist. All of the repuposped muscle, fat and even some bone shot up his body, up his arm like a spring loaded boxing glove. \nThe arm and fist, swollen to double size by all the extra mass exited the cat's ass with a explosion of white flakes and shards. A hot gush of booze splashed all over the floor and much of Daiquiri's belly and chest. He could feel his arm was now wet and ached slightly of the brief splash of hot liquid. \n\n–\n\nDaiquiri found hims face against the big cat's fat belly, his arm punched though his crotch and out the back. The cat stank of a china set that was washed in sweat and blood. The tanuki's own he knew. Big L was still, leaning over him. He felt the cat's paws on his back, on his shoulders. The cat briefly twitched and gripped his fur before relaxing. Daiquiri relaxed too and pulled his arm's extra mass back out of it and into the proper places in his body. His ass inflated, his tail pushed back out of his spine and his belly swelled back up. He retreated, gently guiding his arm back though the big hole though Big L's groin. Once clear of the hole he laid back, resting and panting. His head was still swimming. God his face hurt. As If someone had shoved a broom handle inside and broken it off. He kept one eye on Big L as the cat let him lay down. Big L was very very still. Frozen nearly. As if turned to stone. Deja vu.\nThe cat's face was soft, almost blank expression-ed. He was scared to move it seemed. The tanuki looked though the hole in the cat and could see a framed picture on the wall behind him. It was an ugly painting he thought. \n\nSeveral long moments passed.\n\nBig L made a choked sound and risked a movement. There was a sharp sheering sound and he was quick to stop. Too late again though.\n\nThere was a sharp SNAP sound as Daiquiri saw the cat's ass crack wider. This was followed by his right hip collapsing. Big L screamed as his weight came down, his arms flailing as he was forced to fall backward right on his back. Dust flew up in the air and Daiquiri coughed on it as if flew up into his face. He wiped his eyes clean and once the dust cleared he took in the scene. He saw Big L's right leg was still standing there on its own, seemingly unaware its owner had been detached from it. His left leg however had been drug down with the rest of him, breaking more of the hip off. With the way he had come down, the tanuki assumed the cat had smashed his own tail into dust as well. \n\nThe tanuki sat up and spat blood from his lips and risked wiping some from his nose. He groaned and wondered if that 'yanking back into place' trick in the movies actually was true. He would find out later he supposed. He stood up, shaken and weak. He felt a shifting under his rump and grimaced as he realized he had indeed shat himself. His groin was damp as well. Well he was coated in all of his body fluids save for some cum. Maybe Big L could jerk him off and complete the package. That was a funny thought. He giggled.\n\nHis head felt stuffed full of cotton and he wondered if he had gotten a bit concussed. Maybe he had maybe he hadn't. Either way, he was the one standing. Big L was not. And now he literally could not. \n“Because I broke his ass in half.” Daiquiri finished the joke Bourbon was making in his head.\n\nBig L squirmed on his back, groaning a choked cry as he felt shattered bits of his tail grind into his back fat. He stopped moving however as the tanuki walked past him and stood right above him, his nut sac drooping right against the cat's forehead. \n\n“Howdy.” Daiquiri said softly. Big L felt the words dry up in his throat and found himself smelling the tanuki's piss and shit as he squatted in front of him.\nThe tanuki's eyes seemed distant and glazed. Big L wondered if he had cracked his skull after-all. Then the tanuki spoke coolly, coldly and he knew he was quite clear headed. At least enough to kill him. \n\n“I'm debating what I should do now. I could get one of those table legs or maybe a chair. Just take one of those and pound you with it. Keep pounding till I’ll need a dustpan for you.”\n\n“Or I could just smack your arms till they fall off. That'd be funny. Then you'd really just be a teapot.” he spoke, then tanuki remembered he had castrated Big L as well. He added, “Just one without a spout.” \n\nBig L said nothing but tried to keep his face blank. \nThe coon eyed him, purposely leaning forward until his ball-sac was resting quite comfortably on Big L's nose. His ceramic skin was warm and felt rather nice actually now. \nHe decided what to do and spoke again.\n\n“You're fond of deals though. Here's mine. Wallace is no longer your property. He's mine. I own him now. You have no claim on him.” he informed the cat. \n\nBig L's face scowled slowly but he nodded. “...Alright.”\n\nHe waited and the tanuki didn’t remove his balls from his face. They were leaving a smear of shit on it too. “..AND?!” the cat growled. Daiquiri took a moment to respond. Several moments. \n“The statues you have in the storeroom. If they can be restored, do it. If not, send them here.” he told him and stood now, dragging his scrotum along the cat's face before he hopped over and past the cat's now very reduced reach. And Big L did reach, oh how he tried, but all he managed was to sit up and then flop back down as another portion of his butt snapped off. He let out a guttural scream, slamming his fists onto the floor like a baby.\n“And goes with out saying but I’ll say it anyways...” Daiquiri called over his shoulder.\n“...if you fuck with me or my friends again, I will kill you.”\n\nSmeared with blood and powdered cat crotch, Daiquiri the tanuki walked off and to a new destination. He blinked his eyes and saw something leading him. A ashy oily trail that he knew only he was seeing. Straight to a secret place. The place where Kyu was storing his greatest secret...\n\nBefore he left the room he saw a glinting fragment of Big L laying on the floor. He picked it up, smirking at the white chunk of penis as he held it in his hand.\n\n“Souvenir.” \n\n12\n\n“A bull in a china shop indeed...” \nKyu sneered aloud, more to himself then his underlings. The fox ran one of his toes along a fragment of Big L's ceramic skin. The hard material gave a little bit of resistance before it crunched under his digit. It added to the layer of dust and shards that created a large mound on the floor. Said mound then had been forced apart by something heavy. Something heavy that had dragged itself across the floor and left a dusty white trail out of the dining room and through a side door. Nearby was a dried brown splash of blood. Next to that was what appeared to be urine and dung, mushed into the floor as if by a poorly trained pet. Kyu took a (very brief) moment to sample the scent. He turned green for a instant and covered his nose with the sleeve of his robe. \nThat filthy bastard's smell would never come out. He would need to have most of the carpet removed. And burnt. \nThis was not to mention all the other damage the two brawlers had caused. The dining hall was a total loss. Ruined wallpaper, broken furniture, not to mention the numerous stains the carpet now bore. Even the kitchen itself was in need of repair (the assorted food stuffs left to burn had caused a good amount of smoke damage).\nKyu assumed the tanuki that had met Big L had come away the victor. Although judging by the blood trail that he left, it was a hard won victory. A part of Kyu allowed a pleased jealousy in himself to flower. He had been awfully curious as to what exactly would happen when Big L met a sledgehammer. Now he knew. He almost wanted to thank the tanuki...almost.\nThe fox ran a finger through one of the many small splatters of red on the floor and sniffed it. Much easier to remember then the wastes. That fine coppery scent. Easily tracked. Perfect. \nKyu smiled.\nThis annoying game would be over shortly. \n\n“Sir should we...” a voice interrupted the kitsune's thoughts. He looked at the san at his feet with minor annoyance. The underling was holding one of the many white chunks of the china-cat. He swallowed thickly and finished. “...find where the big kitty fellow went?”\nKyu licked the blood off his finger tip before he answered. \n“Yes, but don’t waste more then a couple men on it. He's not going to get far...” the fox answered and pointed at the severed legs laying in the big mound of Big L shards. One of them still stood like a white monolith on a carpeted beach. The san nodded and pointed at two other foxes. Those two nodded and came to him. \n“When you find him, call me. I think his head will make a acceptable vessel for my morning tea.” \nKyu added. The lead san waited for any more orders and when he got none, followed the white dust trail out the side door. \n\nKyu himself closed his eyes and put his nose to the air. He breathed in softly. Filtering. Separating. His nose saw all. The smell of burnt food. The carpet's aroma of feet, food stains and now blood. The fine dust particals Big L's fragmentation left in the air...\nThe tanuki's filth...\n...his blood. \n\nBingo.\n\nKyu's lips curled into a soft smile as he found his direction. One of the sans watched him walk into the kitchen and then out the back door. The small fox knew that whoever had made this massive mess would likely be dead soon.\n\n–\n\nKyu's feet padded down the hallway briskly. He made no stops as he followed the scent. The trail of blood drops, which had been abundant at first, had now all but ended. But the scent was still there to find. Kyu knew now the tanuki was battered. Wounded perhaps. He liked the mental image of a tanuki missing one of his limbs and trying to hold the stump in the crook of his arm. He knew that there wasn't enough blood for that to be true but a man was always entitled to his fantasies. \n\nOne thing he could tell for certain: his prey was hobbled by the injury that had befallen him. The blood scent wavered back and forth down the halls as if it's owner was drunk (something Kyu assumed automatic considering his prey's nature). There was even the occasional smear on the walls. He eyed one and made out a paw print in red. \nThat was good. Kyu had never faced another shape shifter in combat before. He considered the idea of defeat at the hands of one of these scrotum centric pests laughable at best. But he did prefer to be prepared. \nConsidering this one had managed to cripple that fool cat earned him a bit of caution on Kyu's part. The bigger question was: was this the handiwork of the older tanuki...or the younger?\n\nKyu rolled that question in his mind as the hallway turned and he realized where the scent was leading: his office. \nThe kitsune stopped for a moment as something he hadn’t felt in years welled in his stomach. \nWorry. \nHe gave a shrill little bark of laughter. That was silly. There was no utter way the tanuki knew where IT was. He had ensured the item was well hidden. None had seen it. And the kitsunes who had helped dig the foundation for IT's resting place were long dead and in his belly. \nThe very idea it was discovered...\n\nKyu hurried his pace and found the trail wasn't deviating. It was heading straight for his office. If the tanuki was planning on hiding and licking his wounds, heading towards his enemy's den was suicide. That left no other option. The nine tails let out another shrill laugh that died in his throat like a rat in a trap.\nKyu broke into a run and ran right past the open door to his office, intent on the hidden panel he had made into the back wall around the next hall. \n\n“That's right. Now give his taint a lick...”\n\nA voice ordered from INSIDE his office. Kyu stopped in his tracks and walked back the handful of steps to the open door. He heard the voice again before he saw what was producing it. \n\n“You two are naturals at this. Now spank his ass. Harder!”\n\nKyu blinked and felt his face loose its color. At first he thought he was looking in a mirror. The fox's eyes found a reflection of himself sitting at his desk.\nAnd then the reflection looked right back at him. \nAnd smiled in a long tooth filled grin. His own grin. The reflection wiggled Kyu's own long fingers back at him in a little wave. And spoke once more in the kitsune's own voice. \n\n“Oh good. I was hoping you might come back this way. I’ve been just having these two boys put on a little show for me. Something for the personal collection.” the second Kyu declared. \n\nHe leaned back in Kyu's chair (his feet sitting on the desk rudely) and motioned towards the other forms in the room. The original Kyu hadn't registered their presence fully until they were pointed out to him. \n\nA pair of sans were bent over each other in the center of the room. Both of them had removed their clothing. And their modesty. One was topping the other, face red with concentration as he worked his hips back and forth against the others ass. The bottom was panting, groaning as his back end was being assaulted. He was using one hand to support himself, the other to address his erection as it bounced between his legs. The pair were being viewed through the lens of a third san, this one with a camera mounted on his shoulder. Kyu remembered purchasing that thing several years ago for the purpose of making training films for the staff. He had never gotten around to doing so of course. \nBeatings left a longer lasting impression. \n\nThe camera was getting its first real use, buzzing softly as its internals recorded the Top san slapping Bottom's ass. \n\nKyu felt his eye twitching rapidly and he bit his lip to make himself stop. The clone of him saw the motion and snorted. \n“Oh that’s a bad tell.” he commented. \nKyu's eyes left the fucking foxes and back to the imposter wearing his skin. \n\n“Unless I have a twin I've lost track of, I take it you are one the of interlopers?” he questioned, drawing his composure back into his body. The second Kyu nodded and made no motion to remove himself from the fox's chair. In fact Kyu could swear he saw him grind his ass into the seat. He kept his face detached and stoney best he could. Kyu turned back to the sans who were still engaged in each other sans clothing.\n\nThe camera-fox had noticed the interruption and managed to only produce a terrified squeak of response. He watched the two Kyu's looking at him through the lens. He felt something hot leak down his legs. He started to mutter something but the sound was lost as the other foxes took notice as well. At least, the one on the bottom did. \n\n“oh nnhnoohoooo nooo nonoo noooo...” Bottom whined sharply. \n“Ugh! Ooohh wha...what are you bitchin about?! I...I'm nnnot even done yy yet!” the san on top of him barked. He had his eyes tightly shut and leaned down to grip his partner's hips, thrusting hard and fast now.\nThe bottom turned his head to the fox who's cock was in his ass. He thought he was rather polite considering the situation as he screamed, “OPEN YOUR EYES YOU STUPID TIT!”\n\nTop did. And saw double vision. He blinked. It didn't change the fact that there were two Kyu's looking at him. One of them was standing, face locked in a grimace of fury being contained by the thinnest of barriers. The other was smirking at them. That one winked. \nIt took only a few more moments for the fox to realize what Bottom was screaming in his ear. \n\n“That's the one the boss wants your moron! The tannookkee!” \nTop nodded. “R..right. Ooh god you’re right.” He immediately attempted to pull out. And went nowhere. He gave out a grunt and then a whimper as he realized he was knotted inside the other fox's arse. Bottom noticed as well and let out a mewling yelp as he tried to pull away too. The fox's ass made a wet twap against his friend's butt. \n\nThe standing Kyu saw this and cocked his head. He smiled. In a pure instant the two sans knew they were about to die. Terribly.\n\nThe camera-fox saw this through his lens and started to beg. He was cut short. \n\nA flash of motion came right at him though the viewfinder. \n\nTHWAP\n\nThe camera-fox dropped the camera on the floor with a clattering sound. He waited to feel his head pop off his body like a champagne cork. After a few long long moments, he realized his head was still attached. He opened a eye and wished he hadn't. A long fingered hand was inches from his face, grasping for him. The fingers flexed and popped loudly in protest, as if the digits themselves wanted to dig into him and not just their owner. The small fox followed the hand and saw that this Kyu's arm had stretched across the room to grab him. And in turn, the other Kyu...\nthe other Kyu had clinched a hand around the arm and held it in place. It made him think of a snake handler grabbing a cobra by the throat. \n\nThe original Kyu blinked as he realized he had been grabbed. No-one had touched him without permission in years. Many more since someone had the gall to stop him from doing...well anything he wanted to. He slowly turned his head towards the impostor, a look of pure shock on his face despite his efforts to hide it. \n\nThe tanuki wearing his face smiled and shook his head. He then spoke softly in a voice that was not the kitsune's. It was a fast talking, smooth sound that the terrified sans all found a welcome change. He was also talking directly to them (although his gaze didn’t leave Kyu's fire filled line of sight).\n\n“I think this is a good time to pretend you're all little girls and run home to mommy.” he offered. \nThe sans agreed instantly. The camera-fox dropped to all fours and ran past his cohorts, skittering past Kyu's long robe and out the door. The con-joined sans awkwardly fled, Top laying on top of Bottom as he was carried off and out of the room. \n\n–\n\nSeveral long moments passed as the pair of Kyu's held their positions. The real Kyu's gaze was still one of fury and now disgust. Bourbon could feel the heat from it as if he was about to burst into flames. \nAnd then he felt the fox literally getting hot. As if he was a hot pan. He relaxed his grip from the fox's stretched limb. The arm wiggled and twitched before it drew back to it's owner in a controlled whipping motion. Bourbon flexed his own arm a bit, being slow to bring his hand to his body. He felt the pads and found them hot and achy. Burnt. \nHe looked at the kitsune as he stared back at him. Kyu cocked his head and breathed thickly. He was composing himself. Calming down. His eye was still twitching. It looked as if he was sending Morse code with it.\nBourbon could see steam coming from the sleeve the fox's arm had retreated into. \nHmm, apparently the fox could do more then light cigars and melt phones Bourbon considered.\n\nKyu spoke softly and with a measured tone. It reminded Bourbon of a arrogant professor or businessman. \n“I would have your name.” he requested. Bourbon grunted and smirked. \n“Why?” he replied. \n“I wish to be a gracious host and send flowers to your next of kin.” he offered. \n\n“Bourbon the tanuki.” the fox bodied raccoon answered. Kyu seemed to roll the name on his tongue. \n“Bourbon is it? Not my favorite drink. I prefer a good 'Beaujolais' myself.” the fox smiled. Bourbon cringed slightly. Seeing Kyu smile was like seeing teeth in a woman's lady parts.\n\nBourbon nodded none the less. “Not had that myself. Not exactly picky when it comes to my drink.” he replied. Kyu nodded. “I thought not.” \nThe kitsune crackled his knuckles before speaking again.\n“Before I relieve you of your pulse, please do take off that imitation of my face.”\n\n“Oh? Cant stand the sight of it either huh? Cant say I blame ya.” \nBourbon smiled as he let the fox's face sink into a shorter rounder snout. He drug the transformation out, letting his tanuki head rest on Kyu's long gangly body before letting his limbs slip inward grotesquely. The robe that had been upon the imposter's form faded from existence in the next instant. Kyu's face stiffened as he saw 'his' testicles swell up like water-balloons, followed by the rest of his body. \nShortly, a fat tanuki was siting at the desk, balls dangling over the chair's edge.\n\n“Charming...” Kyu muttered, feeling his eye twitching again. The fat drunk was mocking him. Every moment he was breathing was a insult to the kitsune. Mockery was something he did not allow. Being mocked was for the poor and ignorant. \n\nHe was going to tear those 'grapes' off the raccoon's undercarriage.\nAnd then he would buy a automobile. \nHe couldn’t drive one. Never bothered to learn.\nHe just needed it so he would have something to dangle those fuzzy 'dice' from. \n\nBourbon eyed the tall sinewy fox and debated. He planned. He planned to get shit faced. And quickly. The fox was going to be very slippery and fast. And possibly on fire. He didn't want to try this while sober. Then he remembered something. Not exactly a promise but something he knew Daiquiri would have wanted him to try. For the sake of saying he did. \n“By the by, I assume you wouldn’t just, ya know, let us leave right?”\nKyu blinked and smirked. \n“That particular boat has already sailed my fat round friend. If you two had come to me without all this...trouble, I would have had you only mildly beaten before I let Big L turn you back into decoration.”\n\nBourbon shrugged. At least he tried. \n\nKyu stopped this line of discussion with another question. He had started to look past the tanuki and around the room. \n\n“I take it your cohort is in hiding somewhere in here. I smell shit and although you are quite full of it, its not from you.” he growled. \nBourbon blinked. \n“Of course he is. That's kinda the point you know. Surprise and all that.” the tanuki spoke. Kyu nodded softly. He eyed the room from top to bottom. Nothing seemed out of place. The obvious hiding spots were the cabinets upon the back wall, the grandfather clock against the opposite corner, and then the long table in the center of the room. And that was assuming the tanuki had not found the hidden panel. The little bastard had obviously been here for a bit. Plotting. \n\nBourbon eyed the kitsune and frowned. “Oh give me more credit then that. It'd be a little too obvious if he was here in the main room right?” he asked. Kyu's eye twitched again and he found he could no longer stop it. The tanuki motioned his thumb towards the wall. The wall where he had found a panel that let it slide open. Into a very large hidden room. One loaded with treasure, booze, drugs and plenty of hiding spots. Among other surprises.\n\nBourbon smiled and stood up from the chair finally and felt for something on the underside of the desk. A hidden drawer was opened and a package of smokes dropped into his paw. Kyu grunted and watched as the tanuki opened the pack and took one to his lips. \n“Haven’t smoked in decades. Care for a light?” he teased. \n\nKyu whipped his arm at him in a motion that produced a sharp CRACK a instant later. \n\nA cigarette flew in the air and landed on the desk. Kyu brought his arm back...\n\n...holding a handful of wood and plaster.\n\nHe looked at the tanuki and for a moment thought he had decapitated him. Then he saw the tips of the fat thing's ears protruding from the sunken folds of skin at his shoulders. Kyu watched in disgust as the tanuki's head started to re-inflate up from between his shoulders like a zit rising on a teenager's complexion. The old tanuki's head returned to its place on his shoulders as if nothing had happened. The raccoon's lips were showing an eager smile. \n\n“I'm gonna have a lotta fun with you.” he giggled. \n\nKyu's eye twitched and a blood vessel broke inside it. The eye turned crimson. The nine tails barely noticed it.\n\nHe charged.\n\n–\n\nDaiquiri heard 'thunk'ing sounds against the walls as he walked. He wasn't sure at first if they were real or in his head. It was getting hard to tell what was what now. His head ached and throbbed and he now had a faint ringing in his left ear. He did see a occasional bit of dust rain down from the ceiling so he took the sounds as real for now. \nDaiquiri was no doctor. He had always been a rather healthy person so his experience with them was rather lacking. But he had watched plenty of TV and movies. \nHe knew a concussion when he saw one. The blood that leaked from his ear was another nice clear sign of that. His body ached as well but nothing compared to his nose. The thing throbbed intermittently. It had finally stopped bleeding but it wasn’t much relief. Daiquiri felt as if he was perpetually on the edge of sneezing.\n\nHe shook his head, a wave of nausea rolling over him. He stopped and waited for a dry heave to come but nothing did. He moved on.\n\nHe needed to keep going. If he stopped he would want to sleep. And if he slept there was a good chance he'd not wake up. So he kept his feet moving. He eyed the 'trail' ahead of him. A greasy black smear of oil and ash that ran along one wall. He could see soft fingers in the smears as if it was made by a very boney hand coated in paint. He knew if his nose wasn’t a giant clot of blood he would smell it too. But only him. This was clearly something just for his sake. \n\nThe tanuki had went past an office and then down a short side hall (his broken nose prevented him from smelling his mate's scent. He had also missed Bourbon as he had been busy in the hidden room, preparing for Kyu's eventual arrival).\n\nBourbon had shared this part of his plan. He figured that if the entire place went crazy, Kyu would double back to his office, ensure its integrity first, then begin to search for them personally.\n\nThe hall dead-ended rather quickly, being capped with a small writing desk with a ugly plant on top of it. Daiquiri noticed the plant was odd looking and not just an eyesore. He approached it and felt it with a finger. Plastic. For some reason he didn’t fully understand, he felt...repulsed. Repulsed by a fake of a natural thing. He didn’t know why. Some deeper connection that he knew was now there but he had yet to make contact with. \n\nHe looked for the trail and found the plant had been liberally smeared with the black oil slime. He touched the stuff and shuddered. He took his paw away and found the fur on his finger tip where he touched it had turned gray. The paw pad that tipped the finger had paled slightly too. He stiffened and eyed the slime from a much safer distance. \n\nAfter a moment or two longer he found himself looking for whatever he had missed. Another path, perhaps a door. When he went back around the corner, (missing Kyu's gaze by mere seconds) he saw the trail had faded and disappeared. He blinked and rubbed his sore eyes and found that it was still gone. He grimaced and went back to the desk and the plant at the dead end. The slime was still there, looking maybe a bit thicker. His mouth was dry and he wished he had something to drink. He'd be satisfied with cough syrup at this point. \n\nHe would also be satisfied if someone told him the answer to his little problem. He wasn’t much for puzzles to begin with, much less when his head ached and he wanted nothing more then to lay down in a dark corner for a good year or two. But no...he would have to run this little maze first. Find the cheese at the end of it like a good little rat. Then he could rest...\n\nHis eyes caught something. He got as close to the plant as he dared and looked again. Plastic...more plastic...dust...plastic again oh how different and new that was...wait. \n\nOne of the leaves wasn't plastic. Well, it was plastic. Just not the same rubbery stuff the rest of them were. This one was hard. Like a button. \n\nDaiquiri smiled a bit which made his broken nose throb. He did it anyways. \n\nThe tanuki used a claw tip to press on the 'leaf' and it neatly depressed and with a soft click. There was a hiss and then something shifting. The tanuki backed up and watched. The wall behind the desk shuddered and then a fine rain of dust leaked out of its edges. It moved a good inch. Inward. On a hinge. Daiquiri walked forward and pressed on the bare wall. It moved. A hidden room was soon revealed, the light dim but lit with fancy gold fixtures on the walls. He found the desk was actually bolted onto the wall, being moved with it. The tanuki pushed firmly now and the hidden door swung inward until he slipped inside. It slowly shut behind him and left him in the dim light.\n\n–\n\n“Well this looks expensive”\nBourbon commented as he hopped up and grabbed hold of the silver shield. There was only a faint resistance as the gauntlet that held it in place released its grip. The display of armor looked considerably naked without the shield attached to it (and Bourbon thought the large, kitsune shaped helmet topping it looked slightly miffed at his theft). The tanuki quickly spun around. \n\nCRKUK\nBourbon gave a hard grunt as the shock-wave climbed up his arm and rattled his teeth. His feet stumbled back and he found himself on one knee. He eyed the back end of the shield and saw a rather large dent. \nKyu must have too, as he let out a aggravated bellow a few feet away. There was audible shame in it. Bourbon decided the shield had been more expensive then he thought. \n\nThe tanuki glanced up from above his defense and saw the kitsune's face. That red eye was a lovely new feature as the fox bared all his many teeth. What little cool he had was now gone. Steam was rolling out of his lips as if a bellows was pumping inside his gut. \n'Well, at least this is working out so far' the tanuki thought.\n\nTaking the fight into the main room was the plan after all. This step of it anyways. Much more room to maneuver. \nAnd many more toys. True, this poised a danger to Bourbon as well. Nothing was stopping the nine tails from using any of the many swords, shields or other sharp pointy things himself. \nNothing except what Bourbon was counting on: Kyu's arrogance. \nKyu would not touch anything simply because he wanted the satisfaction of killing the tanuki with his bare hands. Or fire. Whichever did it first. \n\nSpeaking of which...\n\nBourbon felt the air start to heat up once more and drew his tail and head down into his torso again. The hot air singed his fur and heated his skin before he felt a hard WHUMP against the shield. It felt like a fist had been thrown at him and then burst on the metal. His feet gave again and this time he found himself sitting on his ass. The metal heated up in his paws and he grit his teeth to keep hold of it. He could smell the sulfur and saw the faintest licks of flame as the fireball dissipated. \n\nKyu swore something in a twisted snarl.\n\nFingers, long sharp and now coated with ash, reached out and grabbed the shield in the tanuki's grip. Bourbon felt Kyu pull and lift him off his feet. He could take a hint.\nThe tanuki let go and let the steel thing be taken back, leaving him floating in the air for a moment. He saw the shield become a crumpled ball of tinfoil before Kyu realized Bourbon was not attached to it. \nThe tanuki pulled his legs to his belly and curled his tail under himself as he came back down to the floor.\n\nKyu saw something. A wide fat ball. \nIt rolled fast and right between his legs. He flinched. \nThe fox leaped up and forward, clipping the ceiling as the ball of flesh unrolled into a fat raccoon and slipped between his legs. He didn't see the tanuki hop against the wall afterward and jump back towards him.\n\nThe fox barely lost a beat as he landed on his slender feet, turning towards his attacker with a satisfied sneer. \n\n“Trying a low blow? I would think that beneath your...” he began but was cut off.\n\nSomething warm, fleshy and HARD smashed into his snout and twisted his head. His body followed as he crashed into the cabinet that held his collection of Faberge eggs. The glass and wood shotgunned outward as the cabinet crumpled behind him. \n\nThe owner of that hard fleshy mace smiled and watched the show with satisfaction.\nHe landed on the floor and gripped his scrotum skin tightly, swinging his testicles around and around just above his head. The flesh made a long rope that held his bean-bag securely as he looped the 'rope' around one hand for extra control. The heavy orbs spun in a circle, making a blur of fur and skin as he waited. He could feel a dull ache in them but not terrible. He concentrated and his nuts hardened further in his skin. Now like a pair of basketball-sized steel ball-bearings. \n\nKyu made a grunting sound and retched himself out of the remains of his cabinet. A chunk of Faberge egg, red with white trim, stuck out of his left cheek. He felt it and plucked it out like a ingrown hair. \nA wisp of fire, blue and hot, flickered in the gash as his blood oozed out and then boiled. The wound seared shut in moments leaving a black bubbling scar. \nBourbon swallowed a bit thickly. \n\nKyu stood up slowly, dusting glass and egg bits off his robe and fur. There were several large glass slivers sticking out of his back like porcupine quills. His robe started to smolder and then in a instant, Kyu himself was literally on fire. \n\nBourbon couldn’t help but watch as the nine tails self immolated. The fire melted the robe on his body into a smoldering black coating that started to melt. The back half of it fell off and slopped into a pile of slag, followed shortly by the sleeves. Kyu wiped the dissolving coat from his shoulders and arms dismissively. This gave the tanuki a good view as the glass shards in his back and shoulders started to dissolve. Transparent red teardrops oozed down his fur and flesh until he moved forward. His feet burnt neat round holes into the carpet as he did so. As his back flesh flexed, the fire cooled and released tiny cracking sounds. The glass drips broke apart and added to the molten fabric and ash on the ground. \n\nKyu smiled. That horrible smile, now only made worse as fire slipped up and out of his teeth and nose with each breath.\nThe flames were nothing but a warm steam around his nude body. Harmless to him, death to everything else. He held his arms out, letting the tanuki take in his flame perfected form. \nNow he felt much better. All those souls being stroked and fanned into his beautiful fires. He eyed himself in the reflection in a nearby case and found he looked like a god. A proper fire and brimstone god. A vengeful one, too. He eyed the tanuki before him. He wanted to see that look of fear. That fear of god that crosses one's eye when they are about to die. The kitsune did love this part. The part where they begged and then screamed as they melted. He walked closer and closer, looming now over the fat raccoon.\nHe looked at the tanuki and waited to see that look in his eyes...\n\nAnd saw Bourbon had his hands at his dick. Specify he had it pointed at him. \n'That wasn’t right...' the nine tails thought briefly.\n\nThere was a hot gush as the tanuki started to piss. The stream hit Kyu's vision and he screamed in disgust and shock. The fire let out a cloud of yellowed smoke as his concentration broke completely. The naked fox staggered back (feet crunching glass underneath), his fire dieing out as quickly as he had summoned it. Bourbon eyed the destroyed cabinet, which had moments earlier been ablaze, now only smouldered and steamed. The kitsune's fire did not behave like a natural flame. This was good. \nThe tanuki had been worried about the place burning down if he pushed this prissy pansy too far.\n\nThe pee stream started to taper off now, Bourbon giving his dick a few last shakes. He had made a impressive puddle on the floor that thinned as it lead back to just between his legs. Kyu was still wiping his eyes, now cursing himself for destroying his own robe. That would have been handy at this moment. \nBourbon paid him no mind as he panted slightly, feeling considerably better. He had been holding that in for awhile. \n\nPee taken care of, he had something else to address. The tanuki's paws found his cock once more and started to dig into his piss slit, stretching it wide...\n\nKyu stumbled around blindly as he felt around the cabinets and shelves. He let out little growls and swears as various priceless things fell and exploded around his feet. His paws eventually found a 16th century tapestry on the wall. He ripped it off its hanger and wiped his eyes frantic with it. It left smears of ancient dye and pigments on his face as if his mascara was running. His eyes burned and throbbed in his skull. The already red eye now was swollen and puffy. His other previously undamaged one was now pink. The tanuki's STINK was coating him, burning his nose. He started to wipe furiously at his fur, trying to dry the filth out. This was beyond him. He was naked, bloody, and now fucking soaked with urine. He was going to do much to the little fat bastard. Things that he hand only dreamed of. He would invent new tortures for him. \nAnd when it was all over and done he was going to bury him under an outhouse. So he would have the satisfaction of shitting on his grave every single day. \n\nKyu's eyes found Bourbon and he began to summon flames to his fingers once more...and then he saw the tanuki still had his hands on his cock. Kyu flinched, half expecting another 'bath' before he saw that was not the case. \nHe blinked. The fat thing had almost his entire arm INSIDE his own maleness. Kyu's belly quivered slightly at the mere comprehension of how that must feel. A deep, shamed side of his libido made his cock twitch slightly. He made no movement to attack just yet, that same side of him watching in disgusted but intrigued fascination. \n\nBourbon couldn’t help but smile as he 'dug' around inside his shaft, reaching down deep. Kyu could see the tanuki's arm through his penal flesh, moving and wiggling like a worm. And then he saw Bourbon was actually feeling around inside his own testicles. As if it was a (very hairy) woman's purse. \n\nKyu found his jaw was open and he made a effort to close it. Bourbon’s own mouth got wider and showed more teeth in his grin. The tanuki used his free hand to hold up his scrotum now, as he kept 'searching' inside himself. Kyu could see things pressing around inside the fleshy sac as the coon dug through it. Various shapes and bulges that he couldn’t hope to identify. The nine tails swallowed thickly as he realized what this could entail. \n'This little bastard could have anything in there. Swords. Scrolls. Guns. Explosives.' he thought silently.\n\nBourbon paid him no mind as he dug around in the private storage locker between his legs. The inside of himself was always a fun thing to play with. Warm fleshyness that was always warm and slick. The full feeling of his arm filling up his piss slit was quite nice too. And all the lovely things he had inside his nuts. They all teased him so as they shifted around in a sea of warm liquid. He kept his mind on his task, using his peripheral vision to confirm Kyu was standing in one place. He didn’t dare look directly at him, afraid that making eye contact would break the spell his little 'show' was having on him. Truth be told...he did like a audience. \n\n“HA! THERE YOU ARE!” Bourbon suddenly exclaimed. Kyu flinched. Again. \nHe watched closely as the tanuki started to extract his arm from inside himself with a wet sloppy 'SLLRUUKTP!” sound. The fox tensed and he prepared to move once more. He waited for the glint of steel or possibly the shape of a grenade or pistol. Nothing he couldn’t handle of course...but he didn’t feel like re-growing a limb if he could avoid it. \n\nHe saw IT. His mind stopped. \n\nBourbon saw Kyu's blank expression and envisioned his brain had seen something unfathomable and had taken a smoke break. \nThe tanuki rolled IT on his fingers and made it dance before popping it up into his other hand. It was quite slick and he almost dropped it. The sudden motion made Kyu twitch and shake his head. He snapped out of it and looked at Bourbon and then the item once more. His eyes widened and then relaxed.\n\nKyu laughed. It was a shrill thing that sounded like it was past it's expiration date. \n\nThe tanuki was holding what appeared to be an apple. A bit of fucking fruit. Kyu's mouth opened wider as his little laugh turned into a full on titter and then a guffaw. It reminded Bourbon of a rather ill sounding hyena. \n\nKyu literally sat down on the floor and held his sides. His face quickly became red and flushed as he struggled to control himself. He muttered to himself, not bothering to address the tanuki just yet. \n“..a fucking apple why why the hell did he heehhe...sweet gods what stupid...hee...hheee!”\n\nThis went on for quite awhile. \nWhen he had had enough, Bourbon cleared his throat and made a “ahem” sound. Kyu blinked and looked up, smirking. He wiped a tear from his eye. His tone of voice was almost...jolly. \n“Oh my...my my. That was amusing. You...I...heh...I have no idea what is going though that simple brain of yours but this is far from what I expected. A...a apple. Hehe. HEEHE.” he squeaked. He was obviously winded from his chuckle fest. \n\nBourbon nodded, smiling himself.\n“Not 'just' a apple my fine, furred friend.” the tanuki started. Kyu's giggles slowed down as he listened intently. He had already started to smolder and his tails were soon ablaze once more. \nBourbon ignored that. He had a speech to give. \n\n“This is a 'Lunar Apple'. A tanuki delicacy.” he gloated. \n“Take a apple, ferment it in tanuki brewed spirits for, oh say, seven months. Harvest under the light of a full moon. Made by a old tanuki girl called 'Moonshine'. Cajun lady with nuts bigger then mine!” \n\nBourbon started to pass the apple back and forth between his hands like a ball now. Kyu noticed the slightly pinkish fruit seemed to be almost...pickled. Spongy even. His laughter had curled up and died somewhere during the start of the speech. \n\n“Now this shit will do a number on anyone. The stink can make ya tipsy in an hour. If you were a human, you'd fall over dead from touching the damn thing. Goes very nicely with a salad. To laugh at.”\n\nKyu rolled his eyes. He could smell the thing now, a pungent aroma of apple and hard liquor. The thing seemed to be dripping fumes and it made his eyes water slightly. \n“Do you have a point you long winded fool? I do hope you don’t expect me to eat that foul thing.” he asked. \nBourbon shook his head. \n“Nonono. This isn’t for you. Its for ME.”\nand took a bite. \n\nKyu could see the vapor from the foul thing wafting in the air as it was bitten into. Bourbon’s eyes rolled back in his head briefly as Kyu saw him quiver. And watched as what appeared to be a literal wave rolled over his flesh. Starting from his toes and leading back up to the tips of his ears, the tanuki's flesh shivered and rolled briefly. It looked as if someone had plucked him like a guitar string, the vibration traveling vertically up his pudgy form. \n\nThe change was instant. A softening of sorts. Kyu had seen a controlled concentration behind the old tanuki's annoying mannerisms. Now that concentration was gone. That control. That worried the nine tails . Bourbon would have told him he was right if he asked.\n\nBourbon tossed the rest of the apple in his mouth and chewed wetly. A slow eye turned to Kyu and the tanuki winked. And grimed. THAT grin.\n\n“Enough of this.” the fox growled. As amusing as this was not being, he was tired of entertaining this drunken freeloader. \n\nHis claws flew and Bourbon made no motion to dodge them. \n\nBoth hands shot forward, palms flat and fingers pointed straight. They made a furred spear that was hot at the tip. The blade like arms connected...\n\n...with empty air. \n\nWell that wasn’t quite true. The air his arms occupied was warm. Kyu's eye twitched until he closed the orb tightly to stop it. \n\nHis arms stuck not in the tanuki, but THROUGH him. But he had not punched a hole in his fat head like he intended. No, the tanuki had made a space for his arms to occupy. The tanuki's flesh had parted around them, making a perfectly round hole. Said hole just happened to be in the middle of the raccoon's face. Kyu saw the tanuki's eyes, now down close to the edges of his lips, as if his face was running like makeup. They looked at him with a sleepy but confident gaze. His lips were still parted in that grin. \n\nBourbon moved, Kyu barely having time to register the motion. He was not use to seeing a body moving like a boneless gel. In a moment, Bourbon was standing to one side, his legs having barely moved while his upper half had reshaped. The space that Kyu's arms occupied was still there, but now he saw the flesh surrounding them was not Bourbon’s head, but his arms. \nThe fox started to move as he realized what was going to happen.\n\nBourbon was faster. \n\nHis flesh slapped wetly against Kyu's own, exacting a soft yelp of surprise. It felt like a furred eel was now wrapped around his arms. Kyu started to wrench backward and then he saw that Bourbon was not gripping him with both arms anymore. It was only one. The other was right under the fox's elbows. \n\n'This is going to hurt' Kyu decided.\n\nBourbon pushed upward, deforming his arm into a round hammer shape.\n\nCRRUSSNAPP!\n\nThere was no scream. Just a high pitched little gasp from Kyu's lips. Bourbon let go of the fox and staggered back, his legs rubbery. He slapped his tail to the floor to keep his balance. He thought of it as a 4th leg (his 3rd was in the front of his hips). He didn't notice that his tail had shaped into a literal leg as he thought that. \n\nHe was too occupied with the sight before him. Kyu fell to his knees, holding his arms in front of him. His eyes were wide, mouth open and nostrils flared. He was looking at his arms as if they didn’t belong to him. They were the arms of some other nine tailed fox...\n\nKyu's long arms now made a pair of triangles at the elbows and dangled limply from there. It reminded Bourbon a bit of a praying mantis. He smirked. And snorted slightly. \nKyu turned his head, shocked expression not changing, not comprehending he had just had his arms snapped like toothpicks. \nBourbon had a bemused look on his face when they locked eyes. Bourbon then put his own arms in front of him, mimicking Kyu's pose. He let his arms deform and flop downward at the elbows. Now he wiggled them at Kyu in a cruel mockery of his injury. \n\nKyu's other eye, the one that did not twitch, now did so. \n\nBourbon never saw him move so fast. The nine tails (which Bourbon saw now were really one fat tail that branched off at the base like the branches of a tree) flared up with angry heat before they slapped against him. The impact was hard and he felt a red painful burn develop instantly on his fat belly. \n\nHe left his place on the floor and flew backwards. A Ming dynasty vase bigger then he was stopped his flight when he crashed into it. A shower of ancient pottery flew out around him like dusty fireworks to mark the occasion. The world spun around until he put his paws to his head and held it still. He blinked several times and closed his eyes for a moment.\n\nKyu screamed now. Long and hard. \n\nThat done, the fox gently bent forward and maneuvered his flopping right arm to his mouth. He clinched tightly around his wrist and held onto it. He jerked his arm downward at the shoulder. \n\nKRRRUNK\n\nThe wrist held in his lips now bled and stained his mouth with red. He eyed his elbow as he felt the bones, now in the correct position, shifting and mending back together. He let go of his hand and waited a few moments before he tested his arm. It bent slowly and stiffly. But it did move. He flexed his fingers as feeling came back into it. \n\nOne arm fixed, he took hold of his other wrist and breathed thickly. His breath came out in harsh pained rasps. \n\nKRRUNK\n\nKyu bit his lip open this time, adding more blood to what already stained his face. He flexed his left arm a few times as he felt the bones restoring. Once it was finished he moved them both together. Up and down, left and right. He touched the ceiling, stretching his limbs very slowly. Everything worked. \n\nHe smiled and cracked his knuckles. And burst into flames. The fire melted the carpet around his feet as he turned and approached where Bourbon still lay in the shattered vase. His eyes were closed, as if asleep. That's fine Kyu thought. He wouldn't want to be awake for what he was going to do to him either. \n\nBourbon opened a eye and smiled. He saw that the fox was lit up like a roman candle and winced. \n“Ehh, could you dim the lights? I'm just resting my eyes a bit...” he complained. Kyu's face twisted in a angry scowl. \n\n“DO NOT FUCKING ORDER ME YOU MAGGOT!” he bellowed. Any control he had was now gone. A floodgate was open and his fires flared and shook with each angry breath he took. Bourbon rolled his eyes at the barking command.\n\n“I'd order a drink but i'm a bit plastered already. Besides, a prick like you is too high and mighty to even think of doing that yourself. You'd have a servant wipe your own ass if you could.” Bourbon commented. He giggled. He'd bet good money there was a fox around here with a brown paw.\n\nKyu's lip quivered. The blood on it smoked and turned into dried black tar. “You don’t know a damn thing about me your filthy fuck! I've earned every damn thing I have. I've earned it with my blood, my planning, my fucking sweat and tears!” he screamed at him. The fox had stopped in front of Bourbon and towered over him, chest heaving and fires bellowing around him like a cloak. The heat was making the tanuki sweat and adding to his already sizable musky scent. He liked that. He didn't care for the kitsune's rather rude tone. Bourbon had been told that booze loosened his lips. They were right.\n\n“You want sympathy? It's in the dictionary between 'shit' and 'syphilis'.” Bourbon replied. \nKyu answered with a roar and started to bring his fist down, intending to pound the raccoon into the ground like a fine paste. A motion caught his eye. A glint of it in Bourbon’s eyes. He wasn’t looking at the fox. He was looking past him. \n\nSomething hard and sharp stabbed through Kyu's tails. He felt several of them drop off on the floor like writhing snakes. He didn’t scream. The pain was too quick. It felt much like being slapped before realizing you were missing part of your anatomy afterward.\n\nHe turned and saw what had mutilated him in his moment of utter distraction. \n\nAnother one. Another gods damned tanuki. It was a hair taller then Bourbon, his fur lighter and less thick. He glared at him with a satisfied smile and a fire ax in his paws. \n'Damn the fool who thought of fire regulations.' Kyu thought briefly. \n\nThe new tanuki saw him start to move...\n\nHe wasn’t as quick as his partner however. There was a blur of motion and Kyu soon had this interloper pinned against the wall to his side. His claws dug into the plaster behind him and his palm held the raccoon's fat neck in place. He made a choked sound and dug his tiny clawed fingers into the fox's palm. The fire started up in full force again on Kyu's body, stopping just inches away from the new tanuki's face. He stopped struggling, eyes wide and looking quite intently at the flames as they danced on the kitsune's forearm. \n\nHe would make them both suffer. But the old one would suffer first and greatest...\n\n–\n\n\nEarlier, Daiquiri found himself walking down the hallway behind the hidden door. The lighting, while dim, wasn’t too bad. Even in his foggy state of mind he found his way well enough. And as the hallway went in a circle (circling Kyu's office and going into the hill the bordello was built into) the lighting began to become poorer. The old lamps had dwindled to only every dozen feet until there were none and nothing but darkness ahead. Daiquiri pressed on undaunted. He had seen things that would make the dark piss its pants. Metaphorically of course. \n\nAs the hall became a tunnel, the tanuki found his eyesight wasn’t that diminished. He realized dimly that he now had rather good night vision. His brain, like a rusty hinge, remembered that he hadn’t been a tanuki all this time. It was like a practical joke he kept falling for. His brain took great pleasure in reminding him of this fact it seemed. \nStill, he wished he had some lighting. He could feel and dimly see the tunnel was getting smaller. Soon he was kneeling and his ears kept dragging over the ceiling. Sometime between the lights ending and realizing he didn’t need them, the carpet had stopped. He was walking on bare dirt. The occasional pebble or sharp point brushed his feet. He was thankful for having thick paw pads now instead of his old pink human skin there. A brief memory of what his toes had looked like before being coated in fur flashed in his brain. He grunted and pushed it aside. \n\nHe kept going, finding the tunnel was starting to circle. As it started to curve once more he saw a new light source. He could dimly tell it was made by a single light. Maybe a light bulb or a crude LED light he thought. He could now make out white shapes made into the walls around him. He ignored them.\nHe put his paws to his sides and used the walls for balance now. His head was starting to swim a bit. Soon he had to stop every few feet to let it settle before he would move on. He debated puking. Doing so inside a enclosed tunnel would be a bad thing. So he didn’t. Although he wanted to. \n\nSoon the tunnel ended and opened up into a large cavern. It was a round shaped thing that was lit by a tangle of red Christmas lights. They were strung up in a row along the ceiling, the wire leading back the way he came. He also saw that wooden supports were supporting the walls around his head. That was comforting. Less comforting was what else he saw.\nNow he could quite plainly see the white shapes in the dirt walls.\nHe had already guessed what they were but he didn’t like confirming it. Skulls.\nAll shapes and sizes of them. He recognized what he assumed were mice, cats, dogs and larger things. Bears, birds, something he thought might be a crocodile. All of them were the remains of the larger anthropomorphic beings he had met and seen in the bordello. What he guessed populated this odd realm he had been drug into. All of them victims of Kyu. \nTheir gallows grins seemed to be smiling at him. The reaper would feel right at home he thought.\n\nAnd in the middle of the den was the centerpiece of this collection of death.\n\nA bell jar sitting on a small table. Inside was a head. A human head. \n\nDaiquiri felt his skin crawling as he eyed the thing in the jar. It was old, easily the oldest thing in here he figured. The jar was a bit dusty but not untouched. He would guess it had been dusted maybe in the last month or two. \n\nThe thing inside however had obviously not seen air in quite some time. The skin was mummified and thin. Like paper stretched over a plaster mold. The cheeks were torn open, exposing the head's teeth and jaw like open sores. Through the holes he could see it was missing a few of its teeth. The head was male, topped with thin tan colored hair that hung dryly on the scalp. And was tied in a ponytail in the back. The head's eyes were open wide as it had none in the sockets. Just empty orbits that looked right back at Daiquiri's own eyes. He swallowed thickly. The face was too far gone to guess a age or race but he thought thirties and Asian. He didn’t know or care. He knew who this was. \n\nDeath had left a black circle on the jar, just in case he didn't get it. \n\nThe tanuki also realized that the reaper (or maybe just fate) had a sense of irony. \n\nDaiquiri breathed thickly, his head throbbing with each breath. He didn’t want to do this he knew. He knew this was the line. THE line someone crosses when they take a life. He had never planed to kill Big L. It wasn’t in him no matter what that asshole deserved. \n\nKyu was not Big L. The fat china cat was merely a small fish in a big pond. Kyu was a true monster. The kind of thing that swam deep in the swamp, too deep to see until he drags you under the water.\n\nDaiquiri would not kill Big L. \n\nHe would kill Kyu.\n\nHe didn't know if he belived in God anymore. Hell, he was a kind of one now if Bourbon was to be believed. He knew that there was an afterlife because he was somewhere in-between it and the world he came from. That was both comforting and terrifying at the same time. \n\nHe didn’t think he would be damned for taking this life. \nAnd if he was, he would have comfort when he found his judgment.\n\nHe had done the right thing.\n\nAnd as the tanuki removed the jar from atop the mummified head, he had a very unpleasant sense of deja-vu.\n\nThis wasn't the first time he had killed someone. He hoped it was for the right reasons then, as it was now.\n\nThe former human felt his hand shape into a mallet. He didn’t blink. \n\nHe did what needed to be done. The right thing. \n\n–\n\n“I want you to beg! Beg his fat ass to save you!” Kyu spat in the tanuki's face. The coon he held in his paws merely glared at him. Kyu tightened his grip until the tanuki was getting purple again. \n\nBourbon was sitting up on the floor now, staring at them both. He rubbed the back of his head, finding a very nice knot. His hand came back bloody. He wiped it on his thigh as he stood up, wobbly. \n\nKyu was looking not at his captive but at the old tanuki. He was not getting what he wanted from the young one. He had expected that one to scream. To cry out and beg. But he was made of harder, less talkative stuff then his mate. That was fine. He would start to burn things off his body. Then he would get the sounds he wanted to hear. \n\nHe looked down at Bourbon, looking for that lovely expression of hopelessness and fear. \n\nBourbon wasn’t wearing it. He was as stone faced as his friend. As if he was a statue once more. Seeing the tanuki without a smile on his lips made him look old and worn. Kyu grunted. It would do for now. \n\n“What? No joke or comment. You disappoint me tanuki!” he laughed. Bourbon said nothing. Kyu's smile thinned into nothing and then became his usual scowl. “Speak up! I will not stand here being ignored. Do you want me to start peeling his skin off like a fruit!?” he roared. \n\nBourbon shook his head but said nothing. Kyu's fires flickered and waved. He could feel blood oozing from his tail stumps. Oh gods his poor tails!\nHe could feel that all but two of them had been cleaved right off his ass. The two remaining ones had a deep gash across them, having caught the tip of the ax. He knew if he flicked it too hard, at least one of them would break off. The others all sat in a wet pile in on the floor like headless snakes. The pain from the stumps traveled up his spine like little rivers of acid. One stream from each severed tail.\n\nHis rage welled up in his belly even worse now that he looked at them again. He couldn’t just regrow those. He would need to eat at least a dozen souls to properly regenerate them. Even worse, he could feel the souls inside him swirling around mindlessly. Enraged and screaming at him. Even the one that formed his deepest Jimmy Cricket was telling him he deserved to be hung from a gallows. That one rarely spoke. That worried Kyu. He had them under control but the loss of most of his tails had weakened him. As if he was a bottle and his contents were under pressure. And some fool had been playing with his cork. \n\nNo matter. He would kill them here and now. His ideas of torture and revenge would need to be forgotten. He needed to just kill them and consume their essences. That would be enough to calm his innards. He could make do desecrating their bodies later. And he would have the satisfaction of digesting their souls for all time. That improved his mood greatly.\n\nHe turned back to the tanuki he held in his claws. The coon was still looking at him with a ugly look of contempt. He had never seen this one but it obviously had seen him. And hated the sight of him.\n“If your master won't move to save you, maybe he just needs to see you in pieces. What do you think?” he asked him snidely. The coon's face remained stoney. Kyu tightened his grip as the coon let his arms slack and hang at his sides. Was he giving up already?\nThe fat thing felt slick in his palms as if he was greasy. Kyu took a deep breath, finding his odor was worse then his mate's. He got his snout inches from the tanuki's eyes and they stared back at him coolly. Not a word left his lips. \n\n“FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!” Kyu roared at him. \n\n“He won't.” Bourbon answered. \nKyu turned his head and looked at the tanuki with a confused scowl. \n\nBourbon was smiling. \n\n“That's not my Daiquiri.” he spoke softly.\n\nThe fox whipped his head around.\nThere was a quick motion and then Kyu found his vision was disrupted by something in his line of sight. \n\nIt was a short sword. Which had been stabbed up though his lower jaw and out the top of his snout. The blade pulled away from his eyes and cut his muzzle in half down its center.\n\n–\n\nDaiquiri heard screaming and started to run, leaving the mashed mummy fragments on the floor of the den. He ran and soon found himself on all fours, picking up speed. His scrambled head screamed at him to stop. Somewhere along the way he did puke. He had heard thumps and muffled sounds while inside the tunnel. He had thought them merely part of his rattled mind but now knew better. \n\nThe fight had started without him.\n\n–\n\nKyu's eyes crossed and he fell back, his snout splitting open and spraying red like a fire hydrant. He could feel the flesh separating like a flower and wrapped his hands around it to hold it shut. He made a mutilated squealing sound as he realized his tongue had been sliced in half as well. The fox's back found the floor and he screamed. It was a terrible wet sound. \n\nRoku found himself on his ass as Kyu released him finally. He gasped and took in big gulps of air, finally allowed to breath deeply again. The fox scrambled to his feet and backed away from Kyu as the nine tails started to roll and bleed everywhere. \nRoku felt no sympathy. \n\nWhat he did feel was disgust. And relief. He could finally relieve himself of the 'disguise' Bourbon had given him. Much of it had already been wiped off his throat, exposing his reddish orange coat under Daiquiri's much tanner coloring. \n\nHe eyed Bourbon siting and looking at him, that expression he often wore still on his face. He shook his head and wiped his face clean. Daiquiri's face smeared and pulled off his fur, revealing his own fox features once more. He looked at his paw, the raccoon face now reduced to what it really was: waste. Bourbon’s own specificily. \nRoku could still not believe he had let the old fart go though with this plain. He didn’t think he would ever be clean again.\n\nStill, the shit smeared over his fur had done its job. Once Bourbon had coated him in the leavings, the tanuki could easily control what Roku looked like. The shit was still sort of part of the tanuki's body. And thus apparently, under his control. \n\nRoku had been a helpless observer as he watched this body become short, fat and far more well endowed. He didn’t mind that part as much as the fact he was COATED IN SHIT. Other then that little issue, the disguise was rather impressive. But not flawless. He left brown footprints at first, soon none. If one was to look at the bottoms his feet afterward, they would not match the rest of the paws. He also, not surprisingly, stank like shit. Bourbon shrugged after being told this. “What's your point?” he joked. Roku had invented a few new obscenities to call him then. But it was already done so no way around it now. He even was able to bring along his sword. He was careful not to reach for it, thinking that seeing a raccoon reach into his hip and pull out a blade might be a bit disturbing.\n\nEventually his nose had become deadened to the stench, at least long enough to follow Bourbon though the halls of the bordello. His disguise had changed without his control, turning him into fox once again, but a fat one with a different face entirely. He had kept silent as Bourbon made fools of the san's searching for them. Bourbon did all the talking. The disguised fox let him without complaint.\nRoku kept his mouth shut because while he might not be wearing the same face, the staff likely did know his voice. He answered any questions with nods or grunts until they were left alone. Bourbon took his sweet time, giving Daiquiri and Wallace the time they needed to find Lilly. \n\nLilly...\nRoku had planned for this of course. He knew one day he likely would cause or at least be involved in a change of leadership here. For better or worse. And he also knew that if he failed, anyone involved with him would be executed alongside him. \nLilly was a smart girl. He knew that once she was told the situation, she would be fine. The safe house wasn’t far and she knew the path well. She had picked the place out actually. The hope that she had got out of the bordello was enough to keep the six-tailed fox going. He focused on that as Bourbon walked around in Kyu's skin. And made a ass out of himself. But for once he didn’t mind the tanuki's shenanigans. \n\nSeeing 'Kyu' trying on woman's clothing and asking the laundry staff what they thought had brought a smile to Roku's face. Sending search parties to check every bathroom in the building was funny too. Mostly because he had ordered them to 'feel up' every toilet they found. They could be tanuki in disguise of course. Everyone knows tanuki can't keep their form when you lick them...\n\nThis continued until they got to Kyu's private office. It had been vacated and still smelt freshly of Kyu's scent. They likely missed him by only a few minutes. \n\nBourbon changed Roku's disguise back into that of Daiquiri's form and the pair began to search the room. Roku knew Kyu had hidden things in here. His smoker's hide-y hole was likely the least of them. \n\nBourbon found the hidden switch first, (which was good because Roku realized his touch was leaving brown smears on things.) and led them into Kyu's private treasure hoard. \n\nRoku's only comment on the room was simple and to the point. \n“Fuck him.”\n\n“Only with a broom handle.” Bourbon had added. \n\nIt didn't take long before they were interrupted. A trio of san's came into the main room (giving Roku only a few moments to hide inside a grandfather clock inside the treasure room) and Bourbon went to greet them. He shot a glance towards Roku's hiding spot, winked, and then shut the hidden door behind him. Roku could hear the tanuki in disguise feed the sans a expert line of bullshit before things devolved into something lude. Roku wasn't in the mood to watch. \n\nHe waited patiently in his hiding spot until he heard new voices. Loud ones with threatening tones. Kyu was here. That was good. He was getting bored inside the stuffy clock. At least he had gotten himself a little bit of company while he waited. He ran his paw along the head of the fire ax and smiled. Thank the gods for that fire inspector last year. The fine Kyu had received had resulted in a fire extinguisher and a fire ax in nearly every hallway. Kyu, being a asshole, made sure he had the nicest, most expensive ax in his treasure room.\n\nThe fight went better then Roku expected. He had thought he would need to intervene very early in the proceedings. It turned out that Bourbon very likely could take the nine tails in a fair fight. But Kyu never fought fair. Fairness was beneath him. \n\nThe only thing that worried the six tailed fox was that he'd be crushed inside the clock. The furniture was being murdered as the pair of them threw each other into things time and time again. Roku knew what Bourbon was doing. He was driving Kyu into a blind rage. A raging enemy was a easily lead one.\n\nAnd then he pulled out that rancid looking apple. Seeing Bourbon move like he was made of pudding made Roku's stomach lurch. But he could also tell that he was drunk. Well...more drunk anyways. He had never shown much effect from the endless amount of alcohol he and his mate consumed.\nBut now he actually swayed and staggered. But it seemed that was his plan too. \n\nRoku almost didn’t leave the hiding spot, thinking that just maybe, Bourbon would do the deed without his help. And then he saw Kyu undo his broken arms. And slap the taunki away like a fly.\n\nHe needed to move. Now.\n\nSo he had. And here he was, Bourbon looking at him in a bemused manner. Roku realized he was being eyed and saw Bourbon’s cock was poking out of his fat sheath. He grunted as he realized his ass was being stared at. It was Daiquiri's ass, but Roku was still wearing it. \n“You are hopeless.” Roku muttered as he took a moment to wipe his ass clean. The much scrawnier rump that was hidden under the dung didn’t hold Bourbon’s attention as much. The tanuki blinked and shook his head. \n“Spoilsport.” Bourbon smiled. He rubbed his head a bit and used Roku's shoulder for balance. Once he was steady he giggled as he realized he had a big smear of shit on his arm. Roku grimaced. \n“This was a horrible idea.” he growled. \n“That's why I loved it.” Bourbon smirked. “Speaking of...” he added, pointing towards Kyu nearby. The large fox was still rolling side to side, smearing red all over his body and the floor. \n“Nice shot.” Bourbon complimented. \n“Nice nothing. I missed.” Roku complained. He had aimed for Kyu's throat, intending to stab his blade into the base of Kyu's brain. The nine tails had jerked at just the right moment for the blade to stick up though his snout instead of into his skull. \nBourbon shrugged. “Well you'll get another chance methinks.”\nRoku shook his head. “Doubtful. He won't let me get that close again.” he muttered. He still had his sword, now with a fine sheen of red on it, but there was a good chance Kyu could simply melt it if he tried a direct attack. Something else was bugging him more then that however: The tails. \nHe had cleaved off almost all of them. That should have had a much more dramatic effect then adding to the gore soaking the carpet. \n“Taking off his tails. Our magic is in them. He should be nearly dead from that. Or at least smaller...” the fox spoke softly as they watched Kyu roll and squeal in pain. That wasn't good. At all. \nThat meant the raccoons were right. Kyu did have something that was augmenting his powers. \nThat likely meant they were going to die after all. \n\n–\n\nKyu saw red. He felt red. He tasted red. He touched red as it soaked him. He didn’t know where he was. What he knew was it was a place of red. And red was pain. He did not care for it. \nIt was beneath him. Pain like this was for the weak. This was not for the likes of him. He would not have it. No more. \n-\n\nBourbon saw Kyu stand up, paws wrapped around his gore-dripping face as if he was trying to hold it shut. In fact, he was. Bourbon could see flames whipping around the fox's snout now. He could smell cooking flesh and fur. His belly did a quick tumble and settled. \n'That didn’t last as long as I hoped' the tanuki thought as he saw Kyu manage to stand steady. His chest was painted red as was almost his entire face. And then he let his arms drop. He was smiling...sort of. The skin was still split down the center of his muzzle. The bone underneath was clearly exposed, having already started to stitch back together. There was a deep groove still in the center but it was closing up. The overall result was a giant red landing strip down the center of Kyu's snout and down his chin. The strip was topped with his split nose, blowing bubbles of red and fire, and the exposed gap of all his front teeth. It made him look as if he was smiling horizontally as well as vertically. \n\nHis eyes turned towards the pair. One twitched.\n\n“DOWN!” Roku screamed and Bourbon felt a hard impact against his shoulder as he smacked onto the floor. Roku was on top of him and then there was nothing but heat. He winced as he saw a liquid spray of fire in the place they both had been standing, the fire licking at the wall behind them. Bourbon blinked and moved. He 'flowed'. \n\nRoku let out a little squeak as he felt Bourbon shift under him. It felt absolutely horrid to him. Like a furred mass of gelatin. That mass made a carpet that moved boneless under him and then flung him off and past it. Roku rolled and got up quickly, seeing Kyu had just stopped that line of fire, molten slag making a line in the floor and wall. Roku glanced towards Bourbon and saw him roll up into a ball and then circle around. Roku followed. The fireballs had started to fly...\n\n–\n\nKyu saw clearly now the 'tanuki' that had ruined his beautiful face as indeed Roku. \nHe was not surprised. \n\nHe knew from the day he saw the little pup all those years ago, that he would be the one to kill him. \nEven then the young kitsune knew that this one was trouble. That look of contempt and intelligence. \n\nKyu hated his type. But he knew if he killed him it would look quite suspicious for the clan. The clan he had just went to all the trouble to take over. \n\nBetter to keep a dog like him on a short leash. \n\nAs Kyu watched the six tail and the tanuki run away from his flames, he knew the time had come. It was time to put this puppy to sleep...\n\n–\n\n“I HOPE YOU HAVE ANOTHER PLAN” Roku yelled over the roar of the fire. Bourbon panted and obviously had to focus to make his speech non slurred.\n“I'm full of them! I...just need a moment to find the right one!” he yelled back, having to stop and skitter the other direction as Kyu whipped another line of fire his way. \n\n“STAND STILL AND DIE LIKE GOOD LITTLE TRAITOR!” Kyu laughed, his split face having recovered enough he could speak again. His voice was jittery and crazed. Great...\n\nBourbon bounced forward, his legs acting like a spring and slamming himself into the clock Roku had hid inside. Roku watched as Bourbon’s boneless body wrapped around the heavy thing before it reformed his legs and then the rest of him. He now held the clock in his arms like a shield. Roku dashed his way and got behind him as Bourbon chucked the thing towards Kyu. He was shockingly strong when he needed to be. \n\nKyu made a shrill laugh before he slapped his arm at the flying clock. It split in half and burst into flames in the same motion. \n\nThat was all the time Bourbon could buy at the moment. It was enough as Roku got a idea. He grabbed hold of Bourbon’s tail roughly. The tanuki grunted and looked at him with a 'the fuck are you doing?' expression. Roku smirked. There was a silent click as he got the idea. Bourbon smiled back. And changed. \n\n–\n\nKyu laughed. They had resorted to throwing things at him now. How boring. He was beyond caring at this point that his collection was mostly destroyed. That was alright. He would take Roku's bones and construct some sort of art project with them. Perhaps a candelabra or may-hap a small table. Depends what's left of him once he has been burn to a crisp. \n\nKyu's thoughts were stopped as something else flew his way. Something shaped like a mace. Something fleshy...\n\n–\n\nRoku found his new 'weapon' shockingly heavy as he swung it. Bourbon’s tail had become a handle, almost as long as Roku was tall. The rest of him had become a fat square on the end of it. The tip of a very large sledgehammer. \n\nRoku was pleased to see the surprise in Kyu's eyes before the mace smashed into his right side.\nKyu's torso gave only a instant's resistance before it folded sideways against the hammer head. \n\nBourbon could feel the fox's hot body burn him again, adding to the many small burns he had collected. But that was worth the cost as he felt Kyu fly away from him and into the wall. Into the hidden panel wall to be precise. The hidden door buckled and collapsed behind him as he smashed into it. \n\nRoku panted, letting Bourbon drop from his paws. The tanuki made a heavy THUNK on the ground before he reshaped once more into his usual furred self. He shook his head and inspected his body, checking for the burns. Reshaping like that caused a sunburn over most of his front instead of where he had impacted the kitsune. He growled a bit and ceased touching himself. His fur smelt burnt and crispy. \nHe looked towards the doorway and let out a little sound of discomfort.\n\nKyu was back up already. \n\nSort of. \n\nHe was looking at them in a cockeyed manner. Because his spine had been clearly broken. His right elbow rested in the crook of his waist and hip as his torso hung over his right side. His face was wild and panting, fire oozing out of his lips like drool. He was craning his neck up so he wasn’t looking at them upside down. \n\nThe six tails and tanuki stared in disgusted shock as Kyu reached around the doorway with his left arm until he found a good grip. He started to pull, his spine making horrible cracking and shifting sounds. His ribs were popping like popcorn as he straightened his spine. He pushed with his right arm once he was capable and held himself straight in the door frame. He panted as they saw his naked torso, the belly distended and bulging in odd wrong places, shuddering and shifting under his skin. One of his tails had indeed snapped right off, leaving him with one remaining. \n\nHe started to speak, interrupted as he vomited blood mid-sentence. \nOnce his throat was clear his voice was a dry wounded thing. \n“You...you two are out of tricks by now I wager. Lets end this now. I’m very...ti..tired.” \n\nBourbon and Roku swallowed thickly and prepared for his next attack. The fox's flames started to lick at his skin again and soon he was engulfed in them once more. The wall was starting to melt and dripped ash and molten plaster on his fur. \n\n–\n\nThere it was! Oh how happy it made Kyu to see it finally. That look. That look of despair and fear. \nThe fat drunk and the traitor's eyes were full of it. That wide eyed look of animals backed into a corner. The look of those about to meet the reaper and his boney smile. But that was not going to be their fate. He was going to burn them into ash, souls and all. \n\nNow it was his turn to smile. To smile and laugh as the ceiling caught fire and the walls blackened and smoked. He couldn’t control his flames very well now. It didn’t matter. Fire did what it was made to do. And that’s all he needed. \n\n“Good bye you little shi...” he stuttered. \n“Sh...hhi...”\n\nElse where, something CRUNCHED. \n\nKyu felt a ping of regret as he realized that he had been played like a fiddle. The other tanuki...'Daiquiri' the old fat one had called him. He had been after his big secret after all. Kyu had forgotten about him entirely. \n\n“Well...shit.” he offered.\n\nThe nine tails screamed. The scream turned into a roar of flames.\n\n–\n\nBourbon winced as he saw Kyu's naked body burst completely into flames. Unlike before, where the fire merely danced on his skin, it now burnt and crisped him. They both saw his fur burn off in mere seconds before his naked flesh started to turn black. His face contorted in a horrible grimace, somewhere between a smile and a scream as his flesh blackened. His eyes caught fire as flames flowed out of his mouth and nose like a faucet. Once it blackened, his skin started to smolder as the fire cooked his insides. He compacted, thinning and becoming a charcoal mummy with soft crisp rustling sounds. Long cracks appeared on his body, as if he was a bit of glass in the process of slowly shattering. The cracks were long red and yellow things that cris-crossed his crispy flesh. He made a mewling sound and backed away from the doorway, back into the main office room. The flames licked the roof above him and left a black smokey trail.\nRoku and Bourbon slowly followed, not knowing exactly what had happened. Bourbon guessed he had pushed his fire too far. Roku thought that maybe the loss of that second to last tail had done it. \n\nBefore they could think on it too long, they were all back in the office. Kyu had backed against his favorite chair, attempting to sit down in it as he burned alive. The fire was weakening, now only lighting his body up like a candle. Roku dimly realized Kyu was attempting to find his hidden cigarettes as he died. The flames on the walls and floor were already dying out. As this occurred the walls themselves, all of them, started to become distorted. \nThen transparent. Bourbon could see the wooden frame work behind the expensive wallpaper and plaster. His brain clicked. He had been right again. It had been a construct. Roku was looking around too, finding this both comforting and disturbing. He knew Kyu's magic had been used to expand and serve as a construct on much of the bordello. All an illusion to make the place seem as expensive and fancy as he wished it to be. All powered by his seemingly bottomless supply of magic. And now it was fading. Exposing the wooden framework and wiring. He knew that the guests who had still been in their rooms were now getting a confusing sight. Watching as the walls around them disappeared and their beds turned into cheap mattresses on iron bed frames. The illusion was spoiled. \n\nBourbon saw motion though the now fading walls as it came to the door to the room and swung it open. His heart stopped. \n\nDaiquiri was here. Panting, wide eyed and confused looking. He looked like hell. His snout was cocked to the left, and he wore a bib of dried blood on his chest. Bourbon’s brain wracked itself, trying to find the words he wanted to say...\n\nKyu noticed Daiquiri too. The fox stood in a instant, his skin cracking open and screaming fire from the splits. \n\nDaiquiri turned his face, smiling at seeing Bourbon alive, and saw Kyu. His face slowly became a shocked white mask on his bones. \n\nKyu was moving. Arm raised and claws at the ready. He was screaming in a voice made of flames. It sounded like a back draft in his throat. Fragments of his skin were breaking off with each movement. \n\nBourbon moved. \n\nOne big step. \n\nDaiquiri was starting to rear back, bringing his arms to his face to shield it. \n\nStep two. Half way there. \n\nKyu's lower jaw broke off and became dust as his body flexed and reared back, arm starting to shoot forward. He was going to impale Daiquiri though the chest if he could aim. His eyes were melting and he saw little but a vague fat shape. Between the stink of burnt flesh and ash he could smell Daiquiri's scent. He had finally found his prey after all this time...\n\nThree. \n\nBourbon shoved his shoulder into Daiquiri. The young tanuki stumbled back, falling slowly onto his rump. He saw Bourbon smile back at him briefly before he turned and reared his own arm back. It was a mirror of Kyu's motion. But he wasn’t disintegrating from it.\n\nThere wasn’t time for words. Daiquiri distantly felt his heart break as he watched. He didn’t even feel his butt meet the floor. \n\nKyu's eyes, now wet molten steel in his skull, saw the wrong shape in his line of sight. He started to scream again but nothing came out beyond that fiery roar. \n\nBourbon smiled. THAT smile. \n\n–\n\nDeath flew on wings that made no sound. Though the walls and floor. Though the living flesh. He saw his target. The old tanuki was in front of him. He looked past him, into the frighted soul of the one who got away. He was still in that bag of now smoking char and ash. Cowering inside the ball of stolen essences deep inside his body. They no longer worked for him. The had turned upon him. They who had been his power and flames now burned and melted their master into tar. \nThey were offering him to the reaper. With glee and laughter. A two tailed soul was smiling most brightly as Kyu's soul screamed. \n\nDeath smiled. \n\n–\n\nThere was a soundless impact as Bourbon’s fist connected with Kyu's snout. \nThe old tanuki felt the briefest deja-vu sensation. As if someone had walked on his grave. \nIt was followed by a roar as the air exploded in front of him and the fire shot backward. Roku dived out of the way as Kyu exploded in a massive backwards facing fireball. \n\nBourbon thought briefly he was being incinerated. God it was so hot around him. He opened a eye and saw a sight he would never forget. The fire was being held back by...by nothing. Nothing he could see. But he could feel it. It was pushing the flame backward as it roared and screamed. It was as if a bubble was around him and Daiquiri and protecting them from the explosion. Someone had saved them. Or someone's. He had no idea. If they lived he would ask Daiquiri exactly what the hell he did.\n\nHe and Daiquiri had the briefest sensations...\nas if someone...or something was...patting their backs. \nGhostly fingers on a cheek...\nA firm feeling grip shaking Bourbon’s free hand...\nSomething kissed them both and then was gone.\n\nBourbon shut his eyes tight and waited to see if he was going to be turned into ash. \n\n–\n\nIt was over in only a few moments. Daiquiri felt himself take in a deep breath and then make a guttural scream. Bourbon was still standing there, holding his right arm out in mid punch. Kyu was gone. \nAshes and glowing cinders filled the air and floated softly like snow. There was a thick fog of smoke that burned his lungs and eyes. It didn’t matter. \n\nBourbon was still there. Daiquiri didn’t realize he was crying and clutching the other taunki to his chest until he felt Bourbon kiss his cheek. \n\n“Th..that was kinda bad-ass huh?” Bourbon panted. Daiquiri heard himself made a distant chuckle before he buried himself in Bourbon’s chest. \n\n–\n\nRoku stood up and found he was limping. He had twisted his ankle nicely in the middle of that dive for the floor. He winced and used the one not on fire chair left to support himself. He looked past where Kyu had been and saw a black smear of ash eight feet long that lead into the flaming hole that marked the entrance to the treasure room. He smiled.\n\nHe drug the chair with him as he came to the pair of tanuki sitting on the floor. \n\n–\n\n\nDaiquiri was crying profusely, and his head was starting to swim again. \n\nHe opened his eyes to tell Bourbon he felt sick. To tell him he loved him. To tell him many blabbering things that were waiting to spill out of his lips.\nHe stopped as he saw Bourbon was still holding his right arm out from his body. His hand was still clinched in a tight fist. \n\nBourbon made a grunt and brought his arm back to him and touched his fist with his left hand. His right fist was black and smoldering. Daiquiri couldn’t peel his eyes away as he watched what Bourbon did next.\n\nIt would haunt him for years to come.\n\nThe old tanuki touched his fist. And broke some of his knuckles and fingers off. He pushed harder and broke off more. Bourbon crushed up the charred hand until he had nothing but a stump on his right wrist. \n\nDaiquiri heard Bourbon’s comment before the young taunki passed out.\n\n“Well Fuck. That was my jacking hand.”\n\n\n\n\n\nepilogue-\n\n\nDaiquiri awoke to the sound of rubber gloves snapping against bare skin. He blinked and groaned a bit, rubbing his eyes and the pressure behind them. Then he remembered things. Terrible things. He sat up and screamed out.\n\n“Bourbon!”\n\nA tall ferret in glasses stared at him with a annoyed expression. \n“Not before noon.” he stated flatly in response. Daiquiri blinked and took in his surroundings. He still appeared to be in the bordello. He made this assumption by the fact the carpet and walls matched what he seen so far. However things had changed. The carpet was old and stained. The walls were now old and peeling. The room itself stank as if it had been cleaned with bleach. Which it had been. It was obviously a make shift doctor's office. Daiquiri was sitting on a cold steel table that was bolted to the floor and had the mandatory paper sheet on it. It crinkled under his arse as he moved. The walls had cabinets full of a random assortment of drugs, needles and other tools he didn’t know. Their owner was a tall ferret that had gone back to ignoring him and checking his paperwork. The man was wearing a lab-coat over dark slacks and a white shirt. His collar was undone and he had thicker fur around his chin, giving the impression of a beard goatee combo. His thin body type and height, combined with the clothing layers made him look quite gangly. He had a pronounced limp and used a cane to move around the room. Said cane was topped with a tiny bird skull. A morbid gimmick, the tanuki thought.\n\nThe doctor turned to him again and approached without a word. He checked something standing next to the table and Daiquiri realized abruptly it was a IV pole. And he was attached to it. He saw the tubing leading down into his right arm and winced. He HATED needles. And now that he saw one was inside him he started to pale. The doctor noticed this and shrugged. He was changing out the bag. And Daiquiri saw that it wasn’t really a bag of fluids like he expected. It was a big bottle of Cognac that had been Jerry-rigged to work with the IV equipment. \n\nDaiquiri smirked and then let out a shrill laugh. The doctor looked at him without speaking, debating in his head if he should have strapped this one down. Daiquiri let him finish and soon he felt the soft warmth of the booze flowing directly into his veins. He didn’t think this was normal procedure but then again, what was normal these days for him? The doctor watched his reaction and seemed content with it. \n\n“Well that’s nice. I was half expecting that to kill you.” he admitted. Daiquiri's smile faded and became a concerned pucker. The doctor made no apology and went to his cabinets and started to produce gauze and cotton balls. He spoke without looking at his patient. Daiquiri realized embarrassingly that someone had cleaned him up while he was unconscious. The blood, piss and shit he had been caked in were now missing. They had been replaced with a vague, soapy smell to his fur. He briefly wondered if the doctor himself had been the one to do it and decided no. Likely he had a couple of sans acting as orderlies for him.\n\n“I've not had to treat tanuki before. You were dehydrated, suffering from a mild concussion. I've given you the standard treatment for that. You seem to respond best to fluid with a high alcoholic content. I've given you enough liquor that your blood is likely flammable by now.”. He looked back behind him and saw Daiquiri's bemused expression. He continued “I don't have an x-ray machine but since you didn’t die from brain swelling I think you avoided getting your skull cracked.” Daiquiri winced slightly and made a agreeing sound.\n\nThe tanuki blinked and yelped out “Bourbon. Where...where's Bourbon! Is he ok!?” \n\nThe doc looked at him in annoyed confusion but then connected the dots. \n“The other tanuki? He's fine. And also annoying. Last I looked he was sucking the alcohol out of my alcohol prep pads.” he grunted. \n\nDaiquiri smiled. And felt wetness at his eyes. He wiped them dry. The doc didn’t say a word about the crying. He introduced himself instead.\n“I'm Doctor Rourke by the way, Mr...?”\n“Daiquiri” the tanuki answered. Dr. Rourke seemed a bit bemused. He then took his clipboard and rolled the papers back. He then held it out at Daiquiri and motioned to it. \n“Look here please.” he asked. Daiquiri did. And blushed. There was a photo (taken from what he assumed was a porn magazine) of a topless rabbit woman. She had her hands around her tits and was rubbing her fingers along her large nipples. The doctor made a pleased sound and put a paw on Daiquiri's snout. \n“Wh..what are you doing? Why did you want me to look at um...well.” he spoke softly but kept his eyes on the photo. Very intently on it. \n“To do this.” the doctor said simply. \n\nCRRUNKK.\n\n“ARGGHH YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Daiquiri roared and reared back, holding his snout. \nThe doctor smiled (hopping out of reach very nimbly) and waited for the tanuki to sit back up. Daiquiri held his snout under his paws and glared at him with wild angry eyes. The ferret smiled. “There now. You should be able to breath better. That should heal up in a few weeks. You two seem to be fast healers once you get enough alcohol in your systems.”\nDaiquiri slowly let his hands come away from his face, his broken nose now pointing straight again. \n\n'Guess that trick DOES work after all' he thought bitterly. He sulked like a toddler as the doctor started to plug his bleeding nose with the cotton balls and wrapped his snout in gauze.\n“I trust you wont need a collar?” the doc asked in a condescending way. Daiquiri started to reply with a rude remark...then saw the doctor did indeed have plastic collars sitting on the counter.\n“No...no. I'm good.”, he replied. Dr. Rourke nodded. Finished with his wrapping he went to the counter and started to wash up in the sink. He started talking again before the awkward silence could get itself started. \n“Before you ask, I have no qualms one way or another regarding your recent...actions.” he began.\n“True, I was a bit concerned when I heard you two had killed my employer.” he muttered. Daiquiri's fur bristled and he briefly wondered if that booze IV in his arm might be spiked with bleach or something worse. The ferret kept talking on.\n“But once I was informed by Mr. Roku that my employment was un-endangered, I began your treatment as well as everyone else.”\n\nDaiquiri swallowed. “Everyone else?” \nThe ferret started to dry his hands and nodded. Daiquiri started to hop off the table, remembering the asses he had kicked earlier that day. “I...I need to get going...” he muttered shyly. The ferret made a grunt. “Please give me more credit then that. You and your partner are safe. The injured sans are being treated in the bathhouse. You two are in my office and my waiting room respectively.” he motioned to the room itself. Daiquiri nodded and finished standing. His head swam slightly and he gripped the IV pole for balance. The ferret started to move towards him, not wanting him to wind up on the floor. The tanuki straightened himself up and waved him off. The doctor nodded and let him stand there. “And no, outside of Kyu there were no major injuries. Burns, bruises, a couple broken bones. Nothing I cant handle.” he smiled. Daiquiri was wondering what a doctor was doing here in the first place, then realized that this place likely had a revolving door of minor injuries and STD's. Then he left that smile drop like a bad habit.\n“However, I would recommend both of you making yourself scarce soon. I may not care you killed the previous lord but some of the employees do. Mr. Roku has their trust but they likely will not appreciate your presence much longer.” the ferret spoke. Daiquiri grunted. And his eyes got wide as he remembered something else. \n“Did...did you treat a cat? Big fat guy. Made of china. Missing his legs?” he asked quietly. The doctor shook his head. \n“If you mean Big L, then no. He is unaccounted for still.” \nDaiquiri winced. \n“I have his legs in a box if you don’t believe me.” the ferret offered. For a moment Daiquiri almost did ask to see them but shook his head. \n“Roku. Where is he?” the tanuki asked. The doctor rubbed his cane's top absently. “He is in his private quarters. Here.” the ferret said and handed Daiquiri a phone. The ferret punched in a number and Daiquiri soon had Roku on the line. He sounded...jolly. Pleased even. \n\n“Glad you woke up. Bout time too. Bourbon was driving me crazy. I STILL smell like his...ugrh...” the fox spoke. Daiquiri couldn’t help but giggle. The doctor couldn’t hear the conversation fully so he went back to his paperwork. He had several new things to add to his collection of medical oddities. Tanuki blood, china cat legs, nine tails ashes...\n\n–\n\nSome time later, Daiquiri the tanuki found himself, not surprisingly, at a bar. \n\nBig shock I know. \n\nThe tanuki was nursing a shot glass, the booze warming his belly. He was waiting patiently. Had been for a few minutes now. Bourbon always made it a point to be fashionably late. \nJust when the young tanuki entertained the idea he had been forgotten, a loud laugh got his attention. \nBourbon came into the bar, laughing and his arms around two other fuzzies. Roku was under one arm, Wallace the other. Both of them looked a bit sauced. Roku especially. \nDaiquiri watched as Bourbon shook Roku's hand and then Wallace's. He took a moment to pat the rabbit's rump as he started to leave. The bunny squeaked and Roku erupted in laughter. Daiquiri couldn't make out the conversation over the noise of the bar. He could guess most of it though.\n'Well, he's not lost a beat.' Daiquiri thought to himself. He smiled.\n\nShortly the older tanuki sat next to his younger counterpart. Daiquiri breathed in his stink. That musky odor that was topped with the smell of hard booze. He found he loved that smell now. Bourbon saw the look in his eye and smirked. \n“Come on now. We cant fuck in the bar. Roku warned us bout that.” he teased. Daiquiri giggled and nodded. \n“Nah. Not right now anyways. I’m just...thinking.” he spoke. \nBourbon nodded and motioned for a drink. The bartender was a slug demon, dressed in a apron and the white shirt and bow-tie uniform Roku had adapted for the place. He was very quickly turning it from a overpriced whore house into a overpriced fancy hotel and whore house. \n'Despite the fact its not something I enjoy having here, if there is one part of the business that isn’t broke, that's it.' the fox had said. \nThe slug's stalk eyes looked around and soon he had set a glass and bottle in front of the tanuki pair. \n\nThe tanuki had kept quiet for a few days while Roku took over the place. Smoothed things out with the staff. Fired some, hired new. And of course, released the two tanuki from their status as property of the House of Nine. Killing Kyu had done that technically but it was something nice to have on paper. Bourbon had insisted on having a copy for posterity. After that, Roku had put the staff to work in rebuilding the place, replacing what had been just illusion magic with actual real materials. Roku had found more then enough treasure that had survived the fight to finance it all. Selling a few gallons of 'juice' from his tanuki business partners had helped as well. The pair of them were always happy to provide that. \n\nWallace had gotten Lilly out of the place before the real shit went down. She had been very appreciative and the next time Daiquiri saw Wallace, he still had a smudge of red lipstick on his cheek fur. \n\nSpeaking of...\nDaiquiri asked softly in case the rabbit was nearby. \n\n“Did you tell him yet?” Bourbon shook his head. \n“No, but I did slip the notice into his pants pocket just now.” he smiled. \nDaiquiri giggled and shook his head. \n“That's cruel. He's been worried all week about having to head back to Big L's place. They still haven’t figured out where he went.” the young tanuki tsk'ed at him. Truth be told they did have a idea of that. After the fires were all put out and a headcount was made, there was one missing staff member: Poppy. Big L's favorite. Daiquiri already had a mental image of the big legless cat being cradled in her big arms and fat bosom as she ran him out of the bordello and into the wild. Bourbon shrugged. \n“I still don't know why you didn’t want to tell him yourself. You're the one who made that deal for his freedom.” the older tanuki said between sips of his liquor. \nDaiquiri blushed. “I...I just. I dunno. Don't want him to think he owes us forever. He saved our lives after all. I...I just returned the favor.” \nBourbon made a grunt and slapped a arm on his backside. \n“You're being stupid. He's your friend. And mine. Friends save each others asses from time to time.” he informed the younger tanuki. Bourbon took another swig and ordered, “When we're done drinking, you go tell him that you freed him. Roku's already said he wants him on staff. So that's all settled.”\nDaiquiri sighed a bit. “Alright...'Dad'” he smiled. Bourbon stiffened then relaxed\n“Did...you...yes of course you did! You made a joke. Hah!” he laughed and slapped the table hard. The thunk made his drink wobble on the counter. Daiquiri felt his smile lessen as he saw Bourbon’s stump. \n\nBourbon saw his gaze and held him against him with the arm on his shoulder. \n“And another thing from your 'Daddy tanuki'” he started, still smiling but letting some seriousness leak into his voice. He pointed at him with his diminished hand, having wrapped the arm in a red and white scarf. \n“Don't for a second blame yourself for anything that happened. I’m proud of what we did. What YOU did.” he spoke. He motioned with the stump and put it to his chest fur. \n“I'm gonna miss this hand sure. Wont ever play the piano again” he deadpanned. Daiquiri grunted a bit but kept his composure. \n“But...I woulda missed you a whole lot more.” Bourbon said with pure commitment. \nDaiquiri felt his eyes moisten again. He nodded. The pair went back to their booze in comfortable silence, leaning against each other. \nBourbon broke it eventually when he remembered something else. \n“Do...do you remember anything new? The doc said that you might have some memory issues for awhile.” he asked softly. Daiquiri couldn’t help but make a sharp little titter at that. Memory issues. As if that was something new for them. He sighed. \n“Not really. It was just deja'vu when it happened anyways.” he spoke and drank. Bourbon let him think.\n“Truth be told...I don't want that memory back. In fact, I’m not really missing them period...” he spoke in a bit of drunken train of thought. \n\n“In fact...heh. I think I’ve had one of those...epiphanies? That the right word?” Daiquiri asked Bourbon. The older coon shrugged. “I know what you're getting at. What did you decide?” he asked quietly. Daiquiri thought for a moment as he grasped the thought. \n\n“It doesn't matter.” he said flatly. He looked Bourbon in the face and put his arm around his shoulder as well. \n“All that matters to me is here and now...I...heh.” he smiled and gripped Bourbon’s shoulder fur snugly. \n“I found what I was looking for. The rest is in the past...and I don’t think I need it anymore.”\n\nBourbon nodded. “I'm still going to look for Ale.” he said quietly, as if it was a bit of sharp glass that might shatter if he spoke too loud. Daiquiri nodded. “Do you know what you are going to ask? What you are really wanting from him?” he responded. Bourbon shook his head. \n“No idea. But I need to do it. Even if I just shake his hand.”\nDaiquiri smiled. “Alright. I'm with you.” \nBourbon smiled. “I know you are. Thank you.” \n\nAfter a bit of time, Bourbon stood up from his seat. \n“Come on, I want to show you something.” he smiled. Daiquiri nodded and followed. \n\nThe slug bartender watched them leave and debated if he should just get them a keg. They had killed six bottles of his best booze in just 2 hours. And they weren’t even tipsy. He also noticed the old one had taken the bottle he had set out just minutes ago...\n\nBourbon led Daiquiri down a short hallway outside the bar (formerly Kyu's office. It had yet to be named. Roku found Bourbon’s suggestion of “The Matchstick” both amusing and cruel. “Bad taste...” Roku had stated with a smile. A few months from now the bar would bear this name regardless). \nThe building was awash in construction. Walls being made, carpet being laid. The furniture being replaced or added. There had even been a influx of new species and sizes to the catalog of ladies of the night. The tanuki appreciated variety at the very least. \nAs for the sans, they did seem a bit...happier then before. Looser. Less afraid of being incinerated at a moment's notice. That tended to help morale. \nThe sans hadn’t bore as big a grudge as the tanuki expected. But that was likely because they had barely seen them since. The pair had made a point to change their appearance whenever they went though the hallways. And although word had not gotten around about Bourbon’s missing hand, he made it a point to grow one when in company that wasn’t Daiquiri or their friends. \n\nDaiquiri had asked him why he didn't just form one all the time.\n“Same reason you don't remind yourself to breath all day.” he had stated. He had a point.\n\nBourbon found the hallway he wanted and slowed his pace. Daiquiri saw why as he looked around. A line of potted plants sat on the sides of the hall, being fed natural light. A door. Likely not the front doors but a door all the same. A door outside. Daiquiri realized he hadn’t seen real sunlight in a few weeks now. It stung his eyes but he found himself craving it all the same.\n\n“Come on. I need a little fresh air.” Bourbon smiled, gesturing with his arm. Daiquiri nodded and walked forward. The sunlight shone through the glass doors and warmed his fur in a wonderful manner. \n\nBourbon followed behind him as the tanuki pushed the door handle and the door swung quietly open. Into the light and fresh air. \n\nDaiquiri saw something he had never seen before as he stepped onto the grass outside the threshold. He blinked and found himself between crying and quiet amazement. \n\n“Why...why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly. Bourbon put a hand on his shoulder. \n\n“Better to see this yourself.” he replied simply. He was right. \n\nIt was both a forest and a city at the same time. Before them was an untouched forest of green meadows and tall thick treeline. They could see for miles and Daiquiri realized that the House of Nine was built into the side of a hill. This gave a spectacular view. \n\nThe countryside was pre-industrial. The young tanuki realized that they had likely been in Japan all this time. The pure untouched scenery was dotted with the occasional farm or small temple. Dirt roads. The occasional cart and what looked to be horses. Further ahead Daiquiri could see what he assumed was a city. It was simple and none of the buildings was more then two or three floors tall. He could see people (he knew they weren't that but neither was he anymore) milling about all around it like ants. It was a land untouched by the passage of time. \n\nNow this odd displacement for the formerly city boy wasn’t what had his attention. If he had simply seen this sight by itself he might have been disappointed. Everything he knew was gone now as was the world he lived in. He would be OK with that. He had what he needed right next to him.\n\nBut no, what brought the tanuki shocked enjoyment wasn’t the green. It was the city. \nThe transparent ghost of a city that sat on top of the other like a photograph that had been double exposed. \n\nDaiquiri could see skyscrapers, office buildings, malls and the ghosts of freeways. He could see the occasional flicker of a car as they passed to and fro from existence. Then the wind would pick up and the sounds of traffic and a bustling metropolis carried to them and then disappeared. This green world seemed to not notice or care the other side was there. Their buildings, their traffic and landscape was unimpeded by the ghosts that laid on top of it. Many of the transparent buildings simply sank into the rolling hills instead of having clear bottoms. The land of the offices and skyscrapers was much lower and flatter then this almost untouched landscape. The horse drawn carts and furred demons didn’t seem to mind walking through concrete building sides or right through paved, traffic filled roads. It was all just a phantom mirage to them. Something they paid no mind to.\n\nThe former human was speechless. He felt a warm paw on his shoulder and he took it. He gripped it tightly, as if he might tumble into another reality if he let it go. Bourbon gripped him back. That was what he needed right now. \n\nA deep part of Daiquiri, something he didn’t know existed until now found a new emotion and brought it to the forefront of his being.\n\nExcitement.\n\n\n“I'm glad you came.” Daiquiri whispered. \n“That's what she said.” Bourbon grinned. \nDaiquiri shook his head and smiled. “I meant the bar. The bar where we met. I'm glad you came.”\n“So am I.”\n\nBourbon took a drink. Daiquiri did too. \n\nThe pair of tanuki, one old and one young, stood in the grass and drank their cares away. \nThey had found what was important. Each other. \n\n\nEnd...for now. \n\n\n\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\nAuthor's note:\n\nA big thank you to Robby & Alex. You two have been wonderful friends to me and your company and love have been precious thing for me since I met you. Thank you for being there for me. \nAnd thanks for endless ideas, feedback and encouragement with this little bit of transformation based fluff that turned into a entirely different beast. I can guarantee you there is more to come.\n\nThanks to Relee. Tay, and the other cameos I slipped in here. Thank you to Medved for oodles of ideas as well. And thank you to everyone reading. \n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Next Round is on Me
by Kanada.
“Bourbon”
“Burrrboon”
“Again!”
They say kindred spirits are always destined to find one another. They normally aren't referring to spirits in terms of liquor however. Our scene is a bar, the starting point for many a adventure to be sure. The place is non descriptive. Not a dive, but far from fancy. It wasn't a pub or saloon. No, it was just a place to get nice and snookered and that is all the aspiration it had in mind. That suited Bourbon just fine. He leaned back on his bar stool and brought the shot glass in his hand to his eye. He saw his iris looking back at him in the thin layer of booze still on the bottom. His tongue found it and sent it to join the rest of the drink in his belly. No...Nothing out of the ordinary about this bar or this drinker...except that he was not a human being like the rest of them.
No, he had never been, never would be a “hyooman” as he sometimes mocked. He was a tanuki. As such, his resemblance to the rest of the bar ended at the fact he was drinking. One of his paws idly went down to his round rump and scratched it, mming as he found a itch and soothed it away with the tiny claws on his digits. He'd have to check for fleas again soon he thought to himself. It was getting warmer and sometimes he would need a few trips to a vet's store room to rid himself of the little vampires. “Another” he said idly and raised a finger, bringing the heavy set bartender to him for the umpteenth time this night. He didn't seem to acknowledge the smaller, plump, and very naked creature that sat at his bar. He merely poured another round for him and the tanuki began to nurse it. While this particular boozer usually would have no goal in mind except getting to the next day in a haze, tonight he did have a purpose. He was the only one who heard the sounds. The smells. The urge that every few centuries, he always had to address. His paw went to his thick scrotum and he adjusted himself a hair, pulling a wrinkle here, shifting his giant testicles there as he got comfortable again on his biological booster seat. The urge was not going to be ignored, no matter how much drink he threw at it. He looked up from his spot and eyed the monkeys as they repeated the same routine. Sip, sip, slurp. The sounds almost made a tune. Course, nothing worth his time. His paw went to his sac again, feeling his warmth and fur. He debated drumming a song to appease himself right there...but that might scare off the “virgin” he knew was here. He could smell him. Somewhere in the bar. A stink that was a bit like his own. A much better smell he thought of course.
“Mind if I?” a voice behind him made him straighten up in his seat. He looked up and saw a short man behind him, motioning with his hand towards the empty stool next to him. He nodded and watched him seat himself. “Huh, guess I really am snookered...” he muttered to himself. His “virgin” had found him. He sniffed the air a bit again, testing. The human aroma was thick...but there was a hint of wild, musky earthy stink to him that he knew was what he was looking for. He giggled. He liked it when it was easy.
He watched the man order a drink, something fruity, and he snickered when the bright pink glass with pineapple on the side arrived. “Heh, that for your date?” he asked snidely. The man, a bit thick but not too fat, with a round and pleasing face smirked back. “Not big on beer.” he looked down at the tanuki's drink and asked “and whats that you're sucking down?” Bourbon smiled. “Bourbon. My favorite. And my name.”
The man, young with short dark hair, blushed. “Seriously?”
Bourbon shrugged and smiled. “And I think I'll call you “Daiquiri” for now” he giggled, liking his own joke more then the young man thought was appropriate. He shrugged and smiled “sure, fine.”
Bourbon went back to his drink and polished it off as Daiquiri did the same with his own. The tanuki thought aloud. “I think ive seen you before a time or two. Local?” he asked. The boy nodded.
“single?” he asked next.
He shrugged and nodded. The tanuki smiled.
“and I doubt much attachment to the world huh...” he asked, sounding as if he was being sarcastic. He wasn't but that didn't matter at this point.
The young man nodded again. “you got a lot of questions tonight. What? You trying to hit on me?”
the tanuki smirked “not quite. I do have a proposition for ya though.” he said and called for his last round. The young man giggled. “come on man. I know its a girly drink but you don't have to go and call me a boy toy for sale.” he laughed. The tanuki laughed too, nearly falling off his balls and the stool. He slapped the boy's back and he did likewise as they both got a pair of shots and downed them. They gasped a little and the boy leaned forward and relaxed on his elbows. The tanuki smiled and played with his empty glass. “i know we're both pretty shit faced now...butt I think you likely are starting to see things...” he muttered. The boy looked at him cockeyed, still smiling. His eyes were a bit blurred. The man he was talking to seemed like he was getting..shorter? He scrunched his face up a bit but it didn't help. The tanuki continued. “no my friend. I am a tanuki. And a rather fine one at that!” he belched and patted his belly a bit. He giggled. Daiquiri giggled too. “Tannuucookie? From jaapan?” he slurred. The creature nodded. “Indeed. And as such, we got a lot of tricks. For example...” he pointed to the bartender. “this poor man has been taking leaves and rocks from me for a good month now. He can't tell the difference from your paper and the leaves I pluck from the trees outside. “ the man smiled at that. He thought of the man stuffing part of a bush into a cash register...
The tanuki spun the stool around and spread his legs a bit, his pecker protruding from under his belly, safe in its warm sheath. He idly fingered it. “Magic comes naturally to us. You're a little too plastered to see it I bet, but I've had a glammor on myself since I came in. A easy little spell. All these people see a short man with gray hair and a round face. And a pot belly” he giggled and slapped his stomach, getting it to jiggle. The man listened, afraid if he tried to move too much he might fall off his stool. Besides, this guy's story was funny. “People are easy to fool. You always take things at face value. I just need a little glamor on myself and people think I'm one of them. Or a tree stump. Heh, or that time I played “ATM”” he laughed aloud. He was getting really loud and red faced now, farting a little bit with a cheek squeak that even Daiquiri heard and blushed at. “Stopppit man. U're gonna get thrown outt.” he warned. The tanuki laughed louder. Oddly, no one seemed to notice him getting rowdier. In fact, the bar was acting as if the pair were not there at all. Even the bartender had stopped coming by. The man looked at the blur next to him with a confused stair. He swore he could see a black nose and fur?
The blur laughed a bit and he felt something forced into his hand. “This is my proposition. Take a swig of some real booze. You will never be the same again...” he told him, almost lustfully in his ear.
The man felt the object in his hand. A thick round shape that became smaller then bigger at the top. He thought a fruit at first but It was much too hard. He felt the top and found a cork. A gourd he realized. He popped the cork from the gourd and the smell of hard alcohol almost knocked him over. He felt warm hands on his back, keeping him on his stool. They found his way to his shirt and slipped under it and felt his chest. “Just a sip. You'll thank me eventually...” the voice whispered.
The man thought for a moment...though his drunken haze, almost seeing the “tanuki” clearly. A short round creature, close to a racoon. He stood on the bar stool...no...on something on the bar stool to boost him higher. Between his legs, a long humungous bag that went down past his knees and became thick and round. He stood on it, obviously not made uncomfortable by his own weight on them. And behind his back, a fat round tail swished to fit the image.
Daiquiri smirked. “Sure...why not?”
he drank....
the world ended and began again the next morning....
2
The next day...
Warmth...
A warm form, plumpness, caressing his body...
musk...a intoxicating male scent...
warm orbs...pressing against his face...smothering...
warm hands...no...paws...running up and down his body. Faster and faster...
a thick syrupy feeling in his belly...
gagging, reflex and urping as something hot and liquid came up his throat...
salt...slime drooling from his lips...then a rough tongue licking his lips and face, tasting it and cleaning him at the same time...
“Heh....I knew this would be a good arrangement...”
a voice, booming and gigantic...
then warmth, fuzzy and wrinkly skin and fur enveloping his form...
warm...darkness...
The man awoke with a startled gasp and promptly became entangled in his own sheets. They enveloped him and his struggling form promptly found the edge of his bed and came off it to the hard floor below.
Groaning, he crawled on the floor out of them and stood, half aware of his nakedness in the process. “Ba..bathroom..” his groggy mind thought. He reached blindly for a light switch and then gazed into the mirror as he tried to focus his vision. Someone that wasn't him greeted him in the reflection...
The scream awoke the other warm body that was in the small apartment. He snorted, taking in a snout full of booze and he promptly gagged and reared his head up, coughing and spitting. The tanuki rubbed his eyes and saw a now half empty bowl of cereal set before him. He remembered now and smiled a bit. He had replaced the milk with the leftover beer from the fridge for his breakfast. He licked the golden liquid from his snout and lips, drenched in the stuff. He had not been awake enough to brave a cereal bowl yet apparently. He giggled. He took the bowl in his paws and slurped down the remaining contents before slipping off of the chair and to the floor. His nuts twapped down to the floor right behind him as they drew up enough for him to walk. His attention was caught as he saw a larger form wildly dash into the kitchenette and make eye contact with him. The pair both stood in place as their eyes exchanged a silent dance of questions. The man saw a short and honestly, fat, creature on the floor, staring up at him. It was only about 3 feet tall, proportioned like a oversized dwarf. The creature resembled a raccoon. Grey brown fur with dark stripes around his thick round tail and a mask around his eyes. His ample belly was a tan shade that seemed to enhance the shape of his man boobs and round belly fat. Below his belly swung a fat pair of testicles that seemed to match his fat belly in girth. The orbs were covered in the same gray fur but with a tan circle on each nut, as if to draw attention to them even further. His eyes, a bright blue shade, looked up and down the man, his expression both lusty and bemused.
“Morning. Like what you see?” he giggled.
The tanuki looked the man over and liked what he saw. The man had lost a good foot of his height, now only about the size of your average 10 year old. His proportions had changed a bit as well , but they didn't match the pre-teen size. A cute pot belly protruded from his torso, as well as slight moobs to accompany it. Fatter thighs and slightly thicker arms and hands and ample almost baby fat along his torso and face. Oh his face... the tanuki smiled at this the most. His nose was broader and darkened, as if bruised. His face pushed out slightly around his nose and upper lips, as if swollen but without the puffiness that would accompany that. Around his eyes were heavy bags, dark and much too large to be taken as normal for sleep deprivation. The look of his face was topped with the obvious points his smaller shaped ears sported, as they cutely twitched. His gaze followed down his face and belly, past the over abundance of body hair that spread like wildfire all over his body, down to between his legs. The tanuki smiled widely at what he saw. Fat oranges dangled under the man's legs, thick inside his scrotum sac as he obviously became aware of their size as well. The man made a whine sound as he took his nuts in his hands and beheld them for the first time. Thicker darker skin swaddled the testicles as they rolled around. The sensations were both dulled and enhanced at once. He squealed again as his hands ran up his penis, or at least, what was lately his penis anyways. It was covered with the same darker skin that his nuts sported, the flesh slipping up and over the end of it like a dog's junk. He slipped the skin back from the tip, finding his familiar cock head underneath, giving him at least some relief. The tanuki giggled and commented “Didn't you have enough fun with that in bed?”
The man's eyes became wide and angry as he started to dive towards the diminutive house guest at his feet. For something fat and squat, the little guy moved quite fast. His hands didn't find the fuzzy's throat as he intended. No, what he found was the bare floor as he smacked down into it. He groaned and started to get back up but something horribly heavy slapped against his backside and knocked the wind out of him. He scrunched up and rolled over, getting hit again , this time against his side. The man rolled across the title floor into the cold fridge with a thick twap. Before he could right himself, something warm wrapped around his torso. The sensation was much like a fresh from the dryer blanket being wrapped around his body by invisible hands. However this “blanket” was both fleshy and pulsing around him. He opened his eyes again, blurred but clearing as he found himself quite unable to move.
“Well now. Do I need to smack you around a bit more or you sobered up yet?” his attacker quipped. As his vision firmed up again he saw that the gray and tan thing wrapped around his torso ran back to the racoons and up between his legs. His eyes got large once again as he realized that the little monster had restrained him with his scrotum of all things.
“Well? Come now. You aren't that hung over are ya? Or do you need a tea bagging?” it giggled.
The man swallowed “I'...I'm good..”
The tanuki smiled toothily and the man was released back onto the floor as his scrotum retracted to its home between his legs with a bounce. The two stared at each other for what seemed like years before the man broke the silence. “Last..last night...wha..what did you do to me?”
The creature smiled as he walked up and past the man, pulling open the fridge door and beginning to root though its contents. He spoke casually, as if recounting a average day for him.
“Well you remember the bar right? You got pretty hammered. Hehe, hell, I was pretty hammered too.”
His paws found a bottle of gin and pulled it out gleefully. His little paws expertly unscrewed the top and he helped himself to a swig. He smacked his lips. “Long story short, you and me made a little deal.”
The man perked up a bit as the little fuzzball handed him the bottle. He took it and rolled it in his hands. His hands that looked pudgier and his palms sported rough leathery areas. These pads helped him grip the glass bottle rather easily. “What...what kind of deal?” he asked as he shook his head and took a quick hit of bravery. The tanuki didn't answer at first as he walked off into the bedroom. The man heard him rummaging around but he was too scared shitless by the last few minutes of his life to respond just yet. He saw his reflection again in the bottle's shine, seeing a obvious resemblance to the critter that had changed his life utterly in one night. He took another swig, hoping that he could wake himself up into tomorrow and out of this insane dream. The creature returned, holding the man's wallet. He yelped and sat the bottle down and started to get back up. “Hey! That's mine you little shit!” he growled. The tanuki giggled and upended his wallet onto the floor as assorted cards, coins and paper came out. “Shh, its story time.” it chided him. Red faced, he sat still as the creature dug though his wallet's contents and retrieved just the coins from the mess on the floor. “Every few centuries, I get a urge. A tick. A little itch I gotta scratch. And that is to share. Share myself that is.” he said, inspecting the change diligently.
“Last night I was looking for someone like me. A human who has spent his life living like I do.”
The man started to become insulted at the idea that he lived like a fat raccoon but he was cut off. “You live day to day. You get drunk. You try to get lucky. You gamble. You are out for the pleasure of the world and nothing else. You act like what I knew you could be. You smelt like one already.” the man smelled himself and found that while he needed a bath, there was nothing animalistic to his smell. Aside from the shot at his hygine, the man found nothing that he could argue against. The little runt had him pegged rather well. The tanuki shook his head. “You have a smell only I could find. If you wanna steal a metaphor, you are a kindred spirit of sorts.” the man cocked his head. The tanuki snorted and continued. “I am a tanuki. I'm old. Older then your entire family line. I and my kind have been around for ages.”
the man thought of a trip to little Tokyo when he was a child. A odd statue he saw outside a shop. A fat raccoon with a big belly and what he was too small to realize was a giant set of nuts under it.
The tanuki continued “We procreate just like humans do. We love, we fuck, we make little tanuki.” he laughed. “But unlike you, we can breed another way.” The man's eyes got wide as the realization of what was being implied started to settle in. “I choose you last night. You shall become a taunki.”
The man didn't speak for quite a long time. Long enough for him to finish off the bottle at least. He realized he barely felt it too. He looked up at the creature. Despite what it had done to him already...his face...seemed kind. Mischievous. A little tweaked. But certainly not evil.
“What...what if I say yes to all of this...?” he asked.
“Well...I doubt you'd want to stay here. You will come with me. I want to teach you my ways. The human world has many sides. Sides you can't even imagine yet.”
he spoke. His eyes danced with thoughts of pleasures past and ones to come. The man looked at his balls again and thought deeply. “My family...” he muttered.
“They never need to know. Or you can tell them everything. Or a mix of both.”
“If I say no?” he asked. The tanuki shrugged. “You can wake up tomorrow and decide whatever you like. Your balls will probably never get much smaller but hey, consolation prize.”
The man ran his hands over his belly. He flicked it and heard a soft ta'tum sound as it reverberated. He smirked a bit and did it again. “You...did magic right?” he half remembered. The tanuki nodded and snapped his fingers as the man saw a small silk outfit appear on the tanuki's torso. It was Japanese in design and cut, a light blue shade with lettering he coundn't identify printed on a patch on it's breast. The little bit of clothing hardly hid the creature's fat nut-sac between his legs. The man smiled a bit.
“What was your name again?”
“Bourbon”
“Heh...and mine?”
“Daiquiri”
“Can I have a better name?”
“Not yet.”
“Cock-tease”
The tanuki reached into a pocket of the outfit he had produced and retrieved a familiar bottle. A fat gourd that the man remembered like a one night stand. Bourbon handed it to him. Deja vu he thought to himself.
Daiquiri took a swig.
3
It did not take long to clean out Daiquiri's apartment. Clean it of the contents Bourbon was insistent upon at least. Daiquiri mostly stood back or assisted with the things that required his still extra foot of height. The man had spent the better part of the morning deciding what to leave as explanation to his previous life and engagements. "Sorry, I had sex with and turning into a mythological creature. Send money OK bye!" wasn't going to cut it. Work didn't deserve a explanation and would receive none. As for the man's parents, a few emails took care of things. The pair were out of the country and seldom checked in as long as he had managed to not deplete his bank accounts too often. Bourbon had been especially disinterested in the computer as Daiquiri had done this. “Plastic ghost box horseshit.” he had muttered. The little fatty resumed going though the rest of Daiquiri's possessions afterward. Once he had finished he came back to find the tanuki busy digging though a box of keepsakes and tossing the contents over his shoulder. Daiquiri scowled but sighed since this was easily the 50th time the interloper had defaced something he owned. “We'll only need the basics. Travel light to start, more room for what you find later” he had said.
Daiquiri rolled his eyes. By the time noon had hit, the tanuki had finished his work and had, at least to Daiquiri, a nice junk pile. A baggie full of change, which likely was only 20bucks at best. A few rings and necklace. Also, everything that was the least bit shiny was taken. That and of course, anything with the slightest hint of alcohol was coming as well. The tanuki had produced his gourd and had poured everything they had into it, despite Daiquiri's insistence it would render it all un-drinkible. Beer, whiskey, fruit, and even the cough syrup and rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet. “That's disgusting...” Daiquiri added again as the tanuki emptied the last of the bottles into the gourd as Acquiri held it. Bourbon smirked and took a sniff from the lip of the container. “Oh don't worry. It'll be ready to drink in a few hours...” he insisted and popped a cork in the top of it. Everything else was stuffed into a leather pouch he had tied to his fat tail with a thick cord.
“Alright, time to go!” he said loudly and started for the door, his naked ass bouncing with his walk. The silk top of his was little coverage.
“What!? We cant go out like this...” Daiquiri stammered. He felt the cool air on his naked belly and crotch and blushed at the thought of walking outside. He looked like a hairy dwarf that was smuggling fruit between his legs. And Bourbon..human wasn't close to what he looked like. A raccoon that walked upright was gonna be hard to miss. Maybe they could say it was a street performer act...
But by the time he finished that line of thinking, Bourbon was already out the door and banging on the elevator doors in the hallway. Daiquiri bristled and ran out to follow, leaving the door ajar and although he didn't dwell on it at the moment, his old life behind.
The elevator ride was both cramped and awkward. The pair were only the size of children but their girth was enough to ensure they both were brushing against each other in the tiny elevator car. Daiquiri blushed red at his body against Bourbon's and thoughts and half remembered tidbits of their bedroom escapades trickled in. He knew he had a hard on but he tried to ignore it as the cart headed down to the floor. “Seriously man. I'm ass naked and you...you..well..anyway we cant just walk down the street like this...” Daiquiri said aloud to break the silence. Bourbon smiled .
“I have it handled.”
“oh that's reassuring.”
“Do you want me to hold your hand? He he, or other things...”
“Don't...don't say that out loud...”
“Spoil sport”
the elevator dinged and the doors opened up and let in the outside air, bristling their fur and body hair respectively. Daiquiri stood in the doorway, as if frozen. Bourbon however strolled out into the hallway and started out the door, not a care for the few people in the building's entrance way. Daiquiri stood still and watched him, lost in the situation until the doors started to close. He yelped and hurried out of it and after the tanuki, trying to be as not naked as he could.
The streets were busy as to be expected on a weekday. People lined them back to front and went along their way. Living their lives, things to do, places to be, people to meet. And mixed into this sea was a short and hairy man and a fat raccoon deity out for a stroll. Daiquiri tried to keep as close to Bourbon as he could, sweating and red faced. He watched every person they passed for a hint of repulsion or confusion. He waited for the screams and calls for police that never seemed to come as they walked along. “Nice day isn't it?” Bourbon said casually. Daiquiri grunted and walked beside him. Bourbon smirked. “If you're gonna stay that close we might as well hold hands.” he giggled. Daiquiri's face got redder and he gave a few more inches of space between them. He put his gaze to the ground as Bourbon led the way. Although he was barefoot, he was finding the thick pads on his hands were also on his feet. They let him walk with almost no difference then if he had on his shoes. He finally asked once they had gone a good block. “Is...is there a reason no one is screaming or trying to have us arrested...or calling animal control...”
Bourbon smiled as they kept pace with the crowd.
“Humans tend to trust their first impression”
Daiquiri wondered what he meant but he let him continue.
“Unless something gets them to take a second look, they will hardly glance back at something that looks funny or off.”
“Well we definitely fit that. And you fed me this crap before, I'm a lot more sober now” Daiquiri cut in.
“A simple glamor is all I'm needing to produce for us to walk around in public. As long as no one stares at us for too long, they wont see anything to have a second look at.”
Daiquiri scowled and remembered that the man he met last night in the bar hardly resembled a tanuki. Still, now that he thought about it again, there was a certain familiarity to his expressions and face that seemed...dejavu.
“Everyone around us is merely seeing a young man walking along with another man,and that’s how it will stay.” Bourbon finished.
“Bullshit.” Daiquiri spat. Bourbon stopped and looked back at him, annoyed.
“So you're saying if I just stared to jack off right here and now, no one would be the wiser?” He said defiantly. Bourbon’s eyes widened a bit as he saw the man take his sheathed cock in hand and start to work it. He had been hard since the elevator and it didn’t take much for him to have a stiffy in hand to fondle. He felt as if he had been blue balled for a week and honestly, he could use the stress relief.
“Stoppitt” Bourbon whispered harshly.
“Why!? You said you could handle it!” Daiquiri snapped. Bourbon looked away and was obviously blushing and a bit flushed looking.
“I said I can make us look like humans. But not if you’re standing there and playing with your dick...” he muttered and stood away another foot or so. Daiquiri looked at him confused and then noticed he wasn’t the only one looking. A small circle was starting to bunch up around him and Bourbon, those same faces of disgust and shock he was expecting earlier now there to greet him. He heard Bourbon whisper again, sharply. “Put it away you fucking idiot. Move!”
Daiquiri dropped his cock and blushed from head to toe as he muttered “pardon” and “excuseme” and hurriedly pushed though the crowd. He started to run but he found his new weight was making that less of a sprint and more of a mild jog. He could hear the disgusted cry and shouts from the street goers as he took off. He ran wildly, looking for something to hide behind. A hotdog stand provided cover a half block away as he tried to make himself smaller behind it. The vendor gave him a funny look before asking “You want a dog or what bud?”
Daiquiri looked up and grunted. The man started to produce a bun from the cart as Daiquiri looked over it to see if he was being followed. The crowd had dispersed and seemed to have lost site of the little masterbator.
“That's 5 bucks shorty” the man told him and brought him back to the fact he had ordered food and had no money to pay for it.
“I got it” a voice said as Daiquiri saw a grey furred paw hand the man a pile of quarters. Bourbon took the dog and motioned Daiquiri to follow him. They didn’t speak for a good bit as they resumed walking down the streets, although they now were off the main road and in the business district. The crowds weren’t as thick but everyone was wearing a suit and had a briefcase attached to them.
“Here” Bourbon brought Daiquiri out of his thoughts and had half the hotdog in his paw. The man took it gently and grunted. “I..im sor..”
“Shh” Bourbon hushed him and tickled the side of his cheek a bit. Daiquiri smiled and took a bite of his half of the dog.
Once he finished, he asked what he should have asked earlier
“So..what are they seeing?”
“What they want to see. “ Bourbon replied. “At the moment, a pair of suits walking along, having a snack before going to work. Seriously, how do you monkeys stand those clothes. Ugh” he grunted in discomfort of the idea of wearing one. Daiquiri smiled.
“So...they saw me jacking off...” he said aloud. Bourbon nodded.
“Well a hairy short guy at least. You're getting too hairy to pass for much longer as a human. I've just been adding clothes to you so far...”
Daiquiri swallowed thickly at the idea that he was getting less a person and more of something else. He wished for a mirror and passing by the side of a building he had one of sorts. The reflection was dark but enough to see that he had lost a few inches since this morning. The lost height seemed to have gone sideways into his girth however. His belly was bigger as were his balls, which now were lost in a sea of brown body hair. No, hair was starting to not describe it. It was thin but it was covering almost everything on his body now. He looked as if he had a 5'clock shadow over his entire form. He stared at his face and saw his nose was definitely black now, pushed up a little and starting to become triangle shaped. He flared his nostrils and saw how they were becoming smaller and less defined. The bags around his eyes were bigger and now had a fine film of darker fur compared to the rest of him.
“You're getting cuter. Come on now, you can stair at yourself later.” Bourbon called from ahead of him. Daiquiri blinked and hurried after him, his nuts bouncing as he ran.
A good few hours into the day, the pair arrived at their destination. By which Bourbon randomly entered a building and Daiquiri had to dash in after him. He caught up as Bourbon looked over a floor directory inside the seemingly random office building. Nothing seemed to make the place stand out from the banks, offices and other skyscrapers in the district so he was lost as to why they were in this one. Daiquiri's eyes got wide as he watched Bourbon suddenly bring his paw to his rump and dig a finger along his cheeks. “Come on man, don’t do that here...” he muttered. Bourbon shushed him and took his moist finger along the directory sign. They both watched as the butt sweat glistened on the letters as they started to glow. Daiquiri watched in amazement as a kanji for 7 appeared in gold lettering at the bottom of the board. Bourbon smiled and started for the elevator. Daiquiri hurried after. He wondered after a moment how the hell he knew what that kanji had meant...
Shorty they came to the 7th floor and walked down a row of offices until Bourbon stopped at one. He scratched his chins and found what he was looking for. Daiquiri leaned over his shoulder and saw a small gold coin, Japanese in design, was etched into the doorknob. Bourbon knocked with a fast little rapt and they both heard almost clopping sounds approaching from the other side. A voice answered from behind the door.
“Business?”
“Tell Big L that he owes me a drink” Bourbon answered.
The door unlocked...
While Daiquiri was expecting something close to a troll or some other fantastical creature to greet them, he was almost disappointed by the man who was on the other side of the door. He was tall and a big lanky fellow , clad in a tan business suit. He was a bit long featured and had a ponytail tied neatly behind his head. He was totally not of place until one got to his legs. The man was using a cane to compensate for the large clunky corrective shoes he was wearing. He seemed to have some sort of major deformity of his legs considering the shoes bordered on being platforms. Daiquiri tried not to stare but Bourbon seemed to pay no attention to it. He put out his paw and the man looked at them a bit funny but shook it all the same. The man motioned them into the room and to a couch. The room was less a office and more of a waiting room. A desk, a plastic plant in the corner, and the drone of harmless easy listening on a radio. This man apparently was a secretary of some sort. He hobbled back to his desk and sat down heavily. “I'll buzz the boss for ya. You can drop the act by the way.” he said and clicked on a intercom. “You got some company boss. A lush and a lush in training.”
Daiquiri scowled slightly but Bourbon giggled at that. Then he watched as Bourbon’s body seemed to become much more detailed and lively. He felt a almost shimmer around him and realized that the glamor had been dropped. It was as if someone had wiped off the layer of Vaseline that had been over his eyes. He blushed and tried to hide himself a bit, but all he could really do was hide his pecker and try to ignore his massive nuts. Bourbon meanwhile relaxed back in the chair, letting his own balls hang off it and dangle. The secretary didn’t seem to mind the fact that he now had a raccoon and one to be in his office. In fact he relaxed a bit himself and reached down in his chair. The coons heard a pair of loud clunks. The man reclined back in his chair and sat his feet up onto the table. Well, feet was the wrong term. Hooves was what he had. Big thick hooves like a horse. On the bottom of them were thick steel horseshoes that he was careful not to scuff the desk with. Daiquiri's jaw was agape and he stated the obvious. “Horse..horse feet.”
The man looked at Bourbon
“He stupid or something?”
“Don't mind him.” the coon replied.
The man adjusted in the seat a bit and huffed slightly as Daiquiri dropped not looking and was gazing right at the horseshoes.
“Ouch!” he yelped as something pinched his nut skin a bit. He found Bourbon’s paw with a wrinkle of his skin in it and pinched again. “OOWW dammit stop that!” he yelped and slapped it away. Bourbon smiled.
“You done gawking?”
Daiquiri looked down and sulked a bit. “Sorry. This is all...new.” he muttered. The horse man blew a snort.
Bourbon picked up the conversation. “Big L didn’t have a horse last time I had business with him. You new?”
the man nodded. “Boss won a derby bet with me. This pays better.” he smirked a bit as he started to tap at a computer. Daiquiri's eyes widened a bit. “Wait what? Whada mean by that?”
Bourbon pinched his sac again, getting a squeal and his paw slapped away again. “Just because you were a human, doesn’t mean everyone else was too.” he answered. Daiquiri's eyes got wide again and he shook his head in disbelief. Bourbon nodded and motioned to look above the man's desk. He did and saw a shelf above them that was lined with various trinkets and charms. On the end was a trophy. A trophy that was of a horse with a wreath of roses around its neck.
Before they could dwell on this longer, the door opened and a hand waved them into the next room. Bourbon nodded towards the horse secretary and he did in return. Daiquiri did the same but he didn’t receive a acknowledgment. The room they came into was much larger then the first. The walls were lined wall to wall with boxes and stacks of papers. Records and receipts, enough to reach the ceilings and make the room dim despite the florescent lighting. At the end of the room they found the hand that had waved them in. A skinny lanky man was siting at a computer, pecking away at the keys. He heard them walking up behind him and didn’t look away from his computer screen. His dress shirt was bathed in the monitor’s light and hid his features from this distance. He was apparently fast regardless of his looks since he had manged to wave them in and make it back to his desk before they managed to walk into the room. “I paged the boss for ya. He's on the way and wanted ya to wait with me” he answered with a high and almost squeaky voice. The pair came further in, Daiquiri having to periodically stop and kick off paper from feet. The place was so packed with paperwork that the floor had its own layer of tax returns and records on it. “Try not to disrupt the records too much. I know exactly where everything is...” the man chided slightly as they came up to him. Daiquiri blushed and nodded “sorry its just so full of pa...” he lost his words as he looked the man in the face.
He was young and a bit wiry. A typical nerd or cubical dweller. No, what distracted the taunki in training was the man's lips. They were split. Right down the center. And under them was a pair of thick buck teeth that were always visible as he spoke. His cheeks were dotted with small pits and fine long whiskers protruded from them, twitching almost cutely.
Daiquiri shook his head, refusing to loose it.
He was fucking naked.
He was fat and had giant nuts.
He had just met a damn glue factory escapee.
No way that a rabbit boy was gonna break his brain.
Not today.
“pa..papers..” he finished and looked away. The rabbit faced man didn’t seem to be offended. Bourbon hadn’t paid it mind, he had been too busy looking at some of the receipts and some of the records nearby. Daiquiri swallowed thickly and straightened up. “So..did...did you live at a pet store or...?” he asked aloud to make conversation.
Bourbon stiffened a little. The rabbit man snorted. “Wha? Oh oh! Hah!” he giggled and turned in his chair to face them. They both now saw that not only was he barefoot, but his feet were the size of tennis rackets. Big three toed rabbit feet. The man's skin was hairless but the shape was unmistakable. “No no. I met mister L a few years ago. He had bet on me at a chess match. Said he wanted to keep my “luck” around and he offered me a job.” he smiled and rubbed his brow a bit. They could both see his ears were both large and a bit rounded and protruding as well. “and then well things happened and....well im boring you. Come on. He's likely ready by now.” he offered, getting up and leading them out of the room and into the next deeper part of the offices.
They had barely walked a few feet into the deep long hallway before something clunked loudly ahead. Again and again. Footsteps. Heavy thick ones that sounded almost hollow.
Images played though Daiquiri's mind as to what could be this “Big L”.
A lockness monster? Bigfoot? Fucking Abe Lincoln?
A ceramic cat rounded the corner. A giant cat. Made of ceramic or may-hap porcelain. He was a good seven feet tall. He walked upright like a person, strolling slowly. His steps were both heavy and hollow sounding, his body not that flexible. The sound of ceramic scraping on the floor filled the hallway. His skin glistened in the light as he was glossy like fine china. His face, while it appeared to be painted on, moved and flowed as if it was a alive, which It was. He smirked and the face held that expression despite not having any physical eyes or lips to do it with. Just the paint on his head. The painted eyes and lips had a bit of malice to them but he seemed less evil and merely greedy, if a painted on face was a good thing to go by. He was thick like a linebacker and despite his hollow appearing torso, he had a defined chest and belly. And in his paw was a dinner plate sized coin that he flipped and caught effortlessly. He looked down at the three of them and produced a cigar of all things. The rabbit faced record keeper had a lighter out rather quickly and lit it. He put it to his face and despite his lack of a mouth, the cigar still glowed and seemed to be smoked all the same. Smoke rings fluttered out of sides of the cat's ears and a bit from the seam around his neck. His voice was deep and a bit echo y. “Bourbon you drunk coin purse, What the fuck are you doing here?”
Daiquiri tried not to scowl. This was getting to be a weird day.
4
Daiquiri was getting accustomed to strange and bizarre things. His own body for one. The fur was growing in at a rapid pace and he figured that he would be considered “fluffy” within the next day or so. He barely recognized himself in the mirror now. Instead of his human features, A short snout and fat wide nose that was always a bit moist centered his face. His lip split in the center, and, while not causing him to lisp, did take getting use to. A plus was he could whistle with it, which was something he never had been able to do before. Always a silver lining he figured. While he had never considered himself “fit” or even “thin” in his life, that was a far cry from the layers of pudge that now rounded his features and gave him a squat, fruit shaped physique. The giant nuts, while not exactly a bad thing to his mind, were a almost constant distraction. The breeze or even the slightest brush against them could make his toes curl and send a shiver down his spine. Speaking of which, that was longer and was growing fur itself. The fact he was growing a tail was easily the most bewildering thing to him so far. Tails usually denoted animals and lower lifeforms. He was becoming a lot more then just a simple raccoon but he was still a bit disturbed.
Still, his fat naked self was a far cry from the...creature that he had met a hour ago. He had expected odd things hanging around with Bourbon, but a walking talking ceramic cat was not one of them. Big L reminded Daiquiri of the bookies at the horse track or maybe the guy who told his “friends” to break your fingers when you couldn't pay up. That sort of friendly facade that was hiding something less wholesome under it. Those kind of guys usually didn't have a body that looked at home in a sushi shop's window with a “open” sign under it. Bourbon and Big L had gone into his office nearly a hour ago and Daiquiri's mind still was coming back to the bizarreness of a inanimate object that was animate.
He shook his head and sighed. He needed a drink.
“Somethin on your mind?” he was asked. He nodded. The rabbit faced man scratched his chin, making his whiskers twitch a bit. “Anythin I can do for ya?” he asked. Daiquiri shook his head.
“You don't know how long this is gonna take do ya?” he asked aloud. He hated waiting, and the fact that Bourbon had ditched him with the rabbit bookkeeper irritated him. At least he could have filled him in on what exactly they were gonna talk about. “Dunn worry bout it right now. You'll find out soon enough.” he had told him. And then he had patted his nut sac. He remembered his touch on his testes and blushed a bit. “Cock tease...” he muttered to himself.
“Huh?” the bookkeeper, named Wallace, asked. Daiquiri shook his head. “Never-mind.”
“I take it you've not been a tanuki long?” the rabbit asked. Daiquiri shook his head. Wallace's face lit up a bit, as he apparently took pride in being a source of information to the uninformed.
“Well usually a traditional tanuki business meeting consists of a meal...” he started, concentrating as he looked around for any relevant paperwork in the mass of records that made up the room.
“drinking....a discussion of sexual encounters for the past year....a shots competition is usually customary after that....oh and then they may...” he went on and on and on. Daiquiri rubbed his brow in frustration. “Soo...eta is...what exactly?” he cut in.
Wallace thought a moment as he lost and regained his train of thought. “Id estimate sometime tomorrow afternoon.”
Daiquiri grunted.
He really needed that drink now. If some people wore their hearts on their sleeve, Daiquiri wore his liver on his shoulders. “You could use something to wet your whistle huh?” the bunny asked, half teasing.
The tanuki boy's face lit up like a glow stick at that. “You said the magic word.” he replied. Wallace grinned.
The soft glow of a desk lamp lit the room several hours later. Daiquiri belched slightly and patted his chest. His new moobs bounced slightly, a sight that made him decide to tap and slap them a bit, making a soft “Raa—twhap” sound. He giggled and patted his belly, producing a “Pom Pommb” tone. Wallace giggled and spun his chair again, clutching it tightly so that he wouldn't fall out of it. If there was one thing Daiquiri liked about Big L so far, it was that he kept his office well stocked with beer. It wasn't quite the cheap stuff, but it could have been cough syrup for all Daiquiri cared. Any drop of liquor made him feel miles better then he had earlier. He sat up from the nest of paperwork he had laid in on the floor and looked around for the nearest bottle. A green lighthouse sat on a shore of stock report cliffs and the tanuki plucked it from its resting place. He eyed it eagerly. The last few drops of liquid pleasure swirled inside the glass and he smiled. He upended the bottle and waited for the drops to greet his tongue. A little splash did but not all of it. He eyed the bottle's contents though the lip and could smell and see a little bit of foam left inside. He would not be denied. He put his lips to the glass and slurped and sucked, sticking his tongue in. Reaching for that little last taste. The last taste was always the best. He couldn't reach and he grunted, stretching his tongue further out. He closed his eyes and pushed the bottle as close to his lips as he could, pressing and pushing and stretching his lips and tongue out until, oh glorious day!
He reached the promised land.
“Uh...Da..."Daiquiri..?" Wallace muttered, dragging the former man from his rapture. The bunny touched his own lip and nose and then pointed at Daiquiri. Something on his face? He asked himself. He touched his nose. And found glass around it. He glanced at a few of the empty bottles on the nearby desk. His reflection showed a truth in green glass. His snout was extended, stretched like rubber down into the mouth of the bottle. He had stretched his face and lips down into the bottle to slurp up it's contents. His eyes got big as he touched the glass around part of his face and found everything still felt real. He decided to push further. Only a bit of resistance before he felt his skull slide forward into the bottle's lips, his eyes squishing down against his face and messing up his vision as everything got green and contorted. He pushed further till he felt his forehead slip down into the glass tube and then everything stopped at his fat neck. He spun his head around, barely able to see Wallace's form though the glass bottle encasing his head. He heard him gasp and the sound was muffled and distant, as if he was hearing it though a helmet. What he had done struck him again as he felt the glass around him.
He had put his entire head into a beer bottle. A impossible feat. Bones don't bend or flex like this. He should be bleeding, his skull shattered and flesh and pulp should be filling the glass. He...He should be dead...but he wasn't. Uncomfortable maybe. But not dead.
A impossible act...for a human.
If Wallace could make out the tanuki's face though the glass, he would have seen a smile that stretched ear to ear.
It took some practice to get the trick of letting his body...deform. There was a mental barrier that he had to push past to change his shape much. A lingering resistance that formed from what he knew his body should be able to do. That same thing in his mind that said, “No, you cant bend your spine like a folding chair because it will hurt and you will be fucked up for life.” But now, he found that it didn't have to be obeyed. Wallace did have to help him get the bottle off his head at first, but a few practice tests and he was able to slip his entire head inside one with no trouble and get it back out. Sometimes his head held the bottle's shape which he thought was pretty funny in itself. But he just had to decide to go back to the shape it was suppose to be and it more or less happened right away. He just had to concentrate on what his head was suppose to feel, be shaped, like. He could feel his smushed snout force back out like rubber, making wet popping sounds. His skull unfolding and setting back into its correct shape and hardness. Soon nothing was out of place save maybe wet and beer smelling fur.
“Transformation” Wallace had said, reading from a book he found among his reference works. “a art of body manipulation knownn only to Kitsume, Tanuki, and some Cats.”
The term made him think briefly of the old robots that turned into cars toys from when he was a child. Something that could change between forms. The new tanuki took a bottle in his hand and held it aloft, studding the shape, the color and how the light hit and traveled though the glass. He put his free hand up in the air and compared the two and concentrated. This was almost like a dream. The rules that framed his existence to this point had suddenly become optional. They could be bent, broken, reshaped and outright perverted. He imagined his hand getting shiny and hard, the shape becoming more rigid and inflexible. He thought about the fur becoming melted like sand becoming glass. He thought about light touching his skin and it going though it as if it was transparent...
Wallace dropped a bottle that cracked in two loudly. Daiquiri looked at him in surprise and saw the bunny pointing at the tanuki's arm. Daiquiri looked back and found that his arm was a dark green shade, the glass skin reflecting beads of light and tenting what went though it a green shade against the floor in shadow. He tried to twiddle his fingers, the fat almost square digits making pleasant klink klink sounds as their edges touched each other. His arm felt almost but not quite hollow. No bone was visible, instead the shape now held by the hard glass skin and shape and not a inside structure. It felt a hair cold, but he could feel warm air inside it, guessing the source as the rest of his still flesh insides past his armpit.
It had worked.
And a plan was swiftly forming in his fuzzy head.
“Wallace...get me something strong. I'm gonna need a lot more in me before I can pull this off...”
Hours pass and A buzz of static gets the attention of the two bodies in the room. Bourbon snorts a bit and wakes from his little nap and sees Big L rubbing his glossy smooth head and pressing the button of the intercom. The voice of the rabbit clerk comes though, “Sir, its noon. I have your morning scotch ready when you are.”
Big L grunts a little as he eyes the clock on the wall, a ornate cuckoo he had won in London decades ago. The stupid bird never did pop out anymore. He yawned, giving Bourbon a view into his hollow cavernous throat and insides before his lips shut. It had been a good decade since Big L had tried to keep up with a tanuki in the pastime of boozing. His body processed liquor slowly and differently then a flesh one did but even he couldn't keep up with Bourbon. He could feel the liquid still sloshing inside his hollow belly as he moved. It had digested somewhat and was no longer drinkable but its alcoholic content was still present all the same. If he didn't drain it out he would eventually begin to get snookered again. As for Bourbon, one glance at the hairy little raccoon was enough to tell Big L he was already over the previous night's epic consumption of spirits. Big L grunted and finally answered Wallace, “Fine, bring it in.” He wouldn't take more then a sip, but he knew full well Bourbon would likely down the whole bottle before they were done. Big shifted around in his seat, the leather squeaking slightly under his slick skin. “So...” he started, waiting for to Bourbon to actually look at him and not at the now empty liquor cabinet across from them. “we ready to discuss your reason for showing up at my door step and drinking me dry?” he sighed. The tanuki smiled as he laid back in his seat, adjusting his wide rump in the chair before setting his feet up on the desk between them. His paws were well kept and the short claws on their tips were neatly trimmed. Big L debated how they would look on a key-chain or perhaps as a pair of slippers. “I suppose we should.” he answered. The cat took out a cigar from a case and started on it, breathing in the smoke and letting it waft out of the various holes in his hollow form. “I take it you have not found some way to undo this little...gift you left me.” he snorted. The tanuki shook his head. “I'm surprised you're still sore over that. You got exactly what you paid me to deliver.” he replied. Big L's painted on eyes rolled as the tanuki gave him a very practiced line and mimicked his voice. “He who takes this luck of white shall never age or decay, they shall live forever and a day.”
The ceramic feline grunted. “If I ever can prove that you knew what would happen before you gave that lucky charm to me, I'll make damn sure I have another trinket to add to the collection.” he growled and thudded his fingers on the desk.
The tanuki barely batted an eye at the threat. “I swear on my two best friends..” he smiled and patted his scrotum. The cat rubbed his head, knowing this argument was a waste of time. They had discussed it almost every time they ran into each other in the years sense. On cue, the door opened slowly as Wallace padded in, dressed in his formal vest and pants. In his paw was a silver tray, on It resting a short, squat bottle of scotch and a pair of glasses. Bourbon eyed the booze and licked his lip a bit as Wallace poured a a shot and gave it to his master before doing the same for the tanuki guest. Bourbon shook his hand and declined, reaching over and grabbing the bottle from the tray and taking a swig.
Daiquiri almost screamed. He could feel his insides being touched, tasted and licked in a manner that made him want to cry out and beg for more of it. He felt the furred paws holding his body and upending him, his contents flowing downward into the greedy lips that suckled on his end. Bubbles of air burst up from inside his contents and splattered inside him, making things worse. He concentrated, trying to remember his form. He wished he had teeth to clinch at the moment. Glass, smooth and hard. A brownish tent but easily seen though. A short, round shape with a wide neck and a lip that let his contents pour out. A label around him with a generic logo and a collection of leaves and grapes decorating it. The collection of vines served as his eyes and a few stray grapes formed his pupils as he saw the world around him. Or at least, the tips of Bourbon's fingers as he held him. The brief swig was only a moment but it felt as if he had made love to him all night long until Daiquiri begged for more. He felt Bourbon's lips come off his own lip and set him down on the desk, the clunk making the liquor inside him slosh about. Part of him wished Bourbon wouldn't have stopped.
Daiquiri had tested a few different approaches to this transformation, this one the least troublesome. His own mouth as the mouth of the bottle had left him feeling as if he was choking when they added the booze to him. Opening the top of his head up made him feel confused and distant, hard to concentrate. The best way they found was with the tanuki's butt up in the air and the rest of him sliming down to make a bottle with a anal opening. Embarrassment was a concept that was quickly loosing its meaning to him. The liquor was horribly cold going in but at least he could concentrate on keeping the form this way. Until Bourbon had darted his tongue up and down and around him at least. He wondered if his body had quivered or rippled. Anything that would have given him away. God only knows what would happen if they realized they were being spied on. He watched the pair converse and waited, nether seeming to take any action, ignoring him much like any other object on the desk. Everything was so big and looming over him, especially the giant bulk of Big L as the feline grimaced and took a short sip of his glass. He set it down next to a ashtray with a still burning cigar in it.
“So, what is it you want?” Big L sneered and took a puff from his cigar. The smoke burned Daiquiri's printed grape eyes as he let it sit near him as he held it in his fingers. Bourbon rubbed his chin. “I need to get to the other side.” he said. The cat groaned, his hollow torso bellowing with air inside. “Oh for fuck's sake. Do you know how much that costs!?” he snapped. Bourbon was unfazed. “Nope...but I know you can get me and my...ward across.”
The cat took another drag on the cigar, the end quickly becoming ash. He blew the smoke out and huffed. “And why should I?”
The tanuki smiled and rubbed his cock idle. “I can give you something you know is quite worth your trouble...”
The cat put the cigar in his printed lips, holding it there. His brow furrowed and his painted on face became irritated but with a hint of...curiosity to it. Impressive for someone that was lacking a actual face to emote with. “Really now. I thought your kind didn't give that up unless it was in somebody's holes.” he laughed. If Bourbon was offended he didn't show it. “I know im asking a lot. But I know you. And I know if there stands to be a profit made...well then I can't say I've ever seen you pass it up.”
The cat sucked the cigar down to the last tip, the thing almost entirely a smoldering cinder before he finally extinguished it in the ashtray. “How many litters?” he asked, motioning for Wallace, who had stood perfectly still and out of the way this whole time, to take notes. Bourbon smiled. “Mmm...maybe a gallon or two. More if my rookie has become...potent yet.”
Big L finished his drink. “How long has it been since you turned him?”
Bourbon smiled. “Not long. I see potential in him though...” he mused as his paw gripped the bottle again and took a quick swig. Daiquiri felt the tongue tease him again.
The cat smirked. “Does he have any idea of what you have gotten him into?”
The tanuki said nothing and held the bottle in his paws, resting it on his sheath tip.
The cat shook his head. “You little turd...” he muttered as he took the bottle from him and poured himself another glass, the rough handling making Daiquiri feel lightheaded as his contents sloshed around.
“Fine. I'll see what we can do. MY choice of when and how.” he declared.
Bourbon didn't say a word to object.
L handed the bottle back to him roughly as he stood up, his big body nearly knocking over the chair in the process. Daiquiri got a look at his very large, round rear as he started to leave. The cat's thick tail thrashed about, and below that was a very large and obvious hole. Said hole was literally plugged. Plugged with a cork. One the size of baseball. It occurred to the tanuki in disguise that not only was Big L hollow inside, but that any and all trips to the bathroom for him consisted of removing that big cork from his ass. The cat left the room, leaving Bourbon alone as he held the bottle in his paws.
“Alone at last...” he said aloud. Daiquiri wondered briefly if Bourbon was merely talking to himself...but then the tanuki stuck his finger into his glass opening. He swirled it around until Daiquiri felt his face protrude from the bottom of the bottle and screamed in pleasure. A tiny hollow sounding squeak, but a sound of lust all the same. Bourbon giggled as he turned the bottle around, holding his thumb over Daiquiri's exit so he didn't loose his contents as Bourbon looked him in his much smaller face. He had regained his composure a bit, but he had grown a full tiny face at the bottom of the bottle that looked back up at Bourbon. He still had glass skin and was still transparent, but it could move and speak. Bourbon smirked. “Well, I am impressed.” he said as he licked Daiquiri's glass face, making him quiver in the larger tanuki's paws.
“s..sstopp thatt!” he squeaked. Bourbon did so as he turned him back over, giving Daiquiri a lovely view of Bourbon's nut sac as the larger coon examined his butt hole. “I haven't tried being a bottle in years. You're form is good. You need to work on changing your sensations...”he informed him, licking his opening once again. He got a gasp and a shudder as payment for doing so. “That and you are very lucky our ceramic feline friend is hung over. You made that poor scotch taste like ass.”
Daiquiri rolled his glass eyes. “Funny.” he muttered. Bourbon smiled and took another sip of the glass coon's ass, but his eyes got wide and he choked it down, resisting the urge to spit it onto the carpet. He looked down at his bottle and gasped, his eyes watering. It was giggling. He scowled and sat the bottle-coon down.
“That's not funny. Don't mess with my booze Daiquiri. That ain't right...” he whined, wiping the taste from his tongue. The bottle giggled and rattled on the desk in a circle. Bourbon smirked as he saw that the tanuki bottle had become almost full again. That was a drink he would refuse this time. He stood up and picked him up, traveling to a potted plant in the corner of the room. He upended his partner over it and his contents poured out of him and into the potted soil. Weeks from now, Big L would find a piss stain on the floor and add another round of curses and damnation's onto the long list he already had towards Bourbon. The poor plant itself would be long dead.
Daiquiri found a hollow sensation in his belly now that he was empty. Being a bottle was making him crave things. Being full. Being drunk from...
He grunted and started to enlarge in Bourbon's paw. The coon used both hands to hold him now as he grew, body fattening and his anus sinking back down towards his butt cheeks as they started to take shape. That looked much like a mushroom growing in reverse. A pair of glass beads formed nearby, growing larger and growing hair as his testicles began to reshape. Bourbon sat him down shortly as his arms formed and he was doing a hand stand as the fur over took his naked glass skin. His skin pinking and he let himself down onto all fours as soon as he was soft and flexible enough to do so. The tanuki stood and grunted, stretching his arms and popping his neck.
Bourbon clapped softly. “If I had a diploma id give it to ya.” he teased. He pointed towards the liquor cabinet and the reflection showed not one boozing god and a hairy human...it showed two fat tanuki.
Daiquiri stared at himself in the mirror until he felt Bourbon's paw on his shoulder and found that he was now at his eye level. He was only a hair taller then him now, both of them barely 3ft from toe to ear tip. Bourbon smiled at him, Daiquiri's face a pallet of conflicted emotions. Part of him was...excited. He had enjoyed what he had done. The power, the possibilities. All of it was welling up inside him and he felt his face redden and his eyes on the verge of crying. He had pushed though to the other side of this little crazed fever dream...and there was no going back. The dream was real. And he was a figment of it forever.
His mentor kissed him softly, his lips insistent if nothing else. Daiquiri resisted only for a moment before he returned the gesture and gripped Bourbon's fat shoulders as he pulled him against him. Their bodies pressed against each other, fat breasts against breast, belly against belly, and of course, ball against ball. Daiquiri's tongue laid siege to the inside of Bourbon's mouth, taking him aback and the pair waddling into the back of the desk. The elder coon's paws found their way along Daiquiri's backside, gripping his ample love handles as he let the new deity have his way. Daiquiri ran his paws to Bourbon's nipples, finding them hard and quite large. He hadn't exactly looked before but he found he liked them. He pinched them till Bourbon gasped, the younger coon reaching down and bringing one of Bourbons fat man boobs to his lips and gnawed on it softly. Bourbon yelped and dug his paws into Daiquiri's back fat until the coon was actively pushing on him until he let himself flop onto the floor. The smaller coon was up on top of his elder in a instant, turning around on his fat belly until he rested his elbows on the tanuki's thick swollen sac. He found the coon's sheath, the skin stretching as the tip started to open up and the pink tip of the tanuki's penis peaked out to say hi. Daiquiri greeted it with his tongue, slipping it into the warm soft skin and pushing and lapping at it, more and more of the soft warm phallus pushing out into his open lips. Shortly the coon's length was filling his mouth and the new coon rested his soft wet nose on the older's nut sac, the thing like a pulsing warm pillow. He suddenly yelped in surprise, the sound choked by cock, as Bourbon's tongue found his asshole for the umpteenth time today. The practiced god's tongue slipped inside him and tasted him, still hints of booze inside it, and quickly learning how just to tease the former man just right. Bourbon reached up and pushed the boy's sizable balls to one side, the things dangling next to his armpit like basketballs in a bag as he reached under their bellies and found what he wanted. The fuzzy container of the coon's maleness. He pushed and pulled, rubbing and prodded until he shortly had the tanuki's dick in his paws and pressed against his chest. He saw that the shape was still somewhat human, but much thicker and bulbous then the man had known until the last 48 hours. He moaned all the same however. Daiquiri felt his maleness quiver and warmth spreading though it as he realized that it was being stretched and lengthened, both from his arousal, and that Bourbon was helping it along in some manner of transformation he had not initiated. He became aware that he might not be the only one who could control his newly changeable body. This was proven further as he felt his dick slip into Bourbon's lips and beyond. The thing was a good two feet long and he started to feel the sensations in it increasing to match.
Bourbon's mouth and tongue were masters of a art Daiquiri had only known though a handful of one night stands. The fact that he was effectually muzzled by Bourbon's fat maleness kept him from moaning too loudly.
Eventually he felt Bourbon's lips release him and he quickly came up off his cock, mouth tasting of salty pre that dribbled down his chin. He rested on Bourbon's belly, his cock and balls against his back and butt. He gasped and painted, almost brought to climax, looking down at the smirking Bourbon and h own dick. His dick...that had been twisted into a knot. Like a pretzel. He debated screaming but he felt no pain. In fact it felt much like a cock ring of all things. He touched it and he throbbed accordingly.
The cherry stem trick. Bourbon had done the cherry stem trick with his dick... He shuddered and panted, sweating. “Tha..t...that isn't stuck right?” he choked. Bourbon smiled. “Don't worry. When im done with you, you'll be able to do a lot more then party tricks...” he teased as he took the coon's cock in hand and untwisted it. Daiquiri bucked, shooting a streamer of white onto Bourbon's nose and muzzle. He turned red and started to open his mouth to apologize between panting gasps. Bourbon put his finger to his lip and shushed him. He stuck his tongue out and Daiquiri watched as the long wide thing reached up and licked the sticky leavings off his nose and snout in one fluid motion. He mmmed. “You taste like strawberry...”
5
Warmth...
Motion around him. Soft pulsing darkness that pressed against his flesh and soothed him to his core and beyond.
Heat, ever present and encompassing. His own warmth lost to it. Liquid all around him, submerged inside it, swimming, bobbing, melting into it. The world was one of taste, touch, and vibration. There was no light or sight. Everything was perfect...
Wake up...
vibrations shake his home, jarring him back to coherence. He resits, attempting to will the cocoon of flesh and warmth to return him back to it's loving embrace and nirvana.
“Wake up Daiquiri! Don't make me get you out the hard way...”
Movement and a pulsing, the walls pressing and pushing against him. A outside force pressing on the outsides of the world. The form inside the warmth hardened and became more separate from the contents of the container he was inside.
“don’t....le...leave me alone...” he begged.
“Sorry. We got plans today.” the voice told him before he felt the world contract and pulse again as he began to become larger and pressed against its walls.
A head, arms and legs, extra appendages and items came back into form and function before he felt a pressing around his head and slipping upward....
Blinding light greeted Daiquiri as his snout and then eyes left the warm space. He struggled before his lungs reminded him to breath and he gasped like a fish. Air rushed back into his body and he cried out in a shudder as his body racked back to life and sensation. Great gobs of white sputtered down his lips and down his chin. He felt something on his head, rubbing his eyes clean of something slimy and sticky. He opened a eye and saw a giggling, raccoon headed, form smiling down at him. “Wakey wakey.” he teased as he leaned down and licked Daiquiri's head and muzzle, tasting his own leavings on his fur. Daiquiri groaned and struggled, hot pulsing flesh around his neck still wiggling and moving. He started to finally push and attempt to leave it's embrace as Bourbon helped. He rolled his thick foreskin down from around the taunki's shoulder blades and eased his fat neck and head out of the slippery urethra and into the cool air once again. Daiquiri panted and with a wet plop sound, extracted a arm from inside the older tanuki's penis slit. He used his free hand to grip Bourbon's shoulder as he pulled. The cum acted as grease that helped him slip upwards, his sizable gut and wide hips slowing his exit. The cock was not eager to let him leave it. Bourbon himself was enjoying the stretching truth be told. After a few more minutes of struggling and writhing, Daiquiri the tanuki flopped out onto the floor in a sticky wet heap, gasping and spread eagle. He took it all in as he became fully aware of sensation again. The world was solid. He saw, heard and smelt again. His belly gurgled and he realized he was having a bloated feeling. He belched and tasted Bourbon's juices. He could feel fluids leaking from all his holes, adding to the goo pool he lay in.
He stiffened slightly as he felt the fatter coon lay down beside him, hand dancing up his belly and making its way to his lips. Daiquiri smiled and took a fat digit in his lips and mmmed as he tasted it.
Bourbon smiled. “Sorry I had to wake ya up. We leave today.” he told him. Daiquiri let the finger leave his mouth and spoke, his voice shaky, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time.
“So...wh...whats the pl..plan?” he grunted. The older tanuki smiled at him. “You'll find out soon. First though, help me collect this stuff...” he mused as he started to run a sponge though the semen on the floor and under Daiquiri's body. He soaked up a good amount and then rang the sponge out into a jar he had set to the side. Daiquiri sat up, his backside sopping wet with goo. “You...you're keeping this? Why?” he muttered. Bourbon smiled. “This is how we're paying for the trip.”
Daiquiri staired at him for a good minute and a half while he decided it he was serious or not. Bourbon shrugged and collected the rest while he waited.
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Daiquiri spat.
Bourbon frowned slightly but his smile returned and put a finger to the younger tanuki's lips to shush him. Big L smirked with that painted on face of his. He was obviously enjoying this. “Well if I was “fucking” kidding, id have you bent over already.” he joked. Wallace rolled his eyes a bit but said nothing. Daiquiri pushed the finger away from his lip and spoke, exasperated. “You...you're gonna turn us into gold...? Like, gold gold?!” he asked, pointing at gold Buddha statue siting on desk nearby. The ceramic cat nodded. Bourbon added, a hand on Daiquiri's backside. “Of course he has a plan to turn us back...”, then looking at Big L, “right?”
The cat smiled, his eyes becoming thin slits and for a moment Daiquiri could swear he was looking at a oversized souvenir from a gift shop. “Of course. Just not right away...” he declared. The cat snapped his fingers and Wallace produced a silver tray with a pair of gold coins on it. The long gold coins glistened in the light and seemed almost unnaturally expensive. The cat took one in his hard paw and held it to the light. Daiquiri had the impression the cat was holding more money in his paw then he had ever made in his whole life. The cat spoke, as if delivering a sales pitch. “The curse is pretty simple. Picked it up in Singapore a few years ago. “ he started. “it goes “All be told, a fool and his gold. You will be worth your weight and sold””
He smiled and Bourbon nodded. Daiquiri remembered what he had heard of their history and wondered if this was merely a way to get “Even” with Bourbon. Of the little bit of information he had been fed by Bourbon, letting a stranger transform you was just short of suicide. Letting Bourbon change his body, his shape had been sensual and special. But like anything where one person is in control of the other, there was a risk. He trusted Bourbon. He didn't have all that much reason to but he did. He knew in his heart he did. And he was at least, fairly sure that Bourbon would not hurt him. Big L was another matter entirely. He swallowed thickly and listened to the rest of the speech. “Basicly, you're turned to solid gold. You'll be property and the curse operates under those rules. “ Bourbon interrupted him, “so, once we are no longer your property...” and Big L finished, “you will be “worth your weight” and the curse will end.”
Daiquiri thought a moment and spoke, “so basicly you sell us for profit.” The cat nodded before adding, “not much of one I'd expect. Shipping you two will cut into my margins for sure.”
Bourbon smirked and slapped his belly, making a rumbling sound. Daiquiri rolled his eyes but went back to his thoughts. “Will...will it hurt?”
The cat shrugged. Bourbon put his paw on Daiquiri's shoulder and smiled at him. The former man smiled back, weakly. This seemed like a big step...until he considered what had happened to him the last few days.
“Sounds good to me.” Bourbon answered and shook Big L's ceramic paw. The tanuki looked back at his partner and waited. Daiquiri looked back at him, right into his eyes. Those big eyes that danced with mischief...but not malice...
“OK, I’m in.” he sighed and didn’t look away.
“That plug...” Daiquiri whispered to Bourbon as they walked behind Big L as he lead the way. No matter how many times Daiquiri had seen the big cork in the cat's round wide ass, It had yet to loose its ability to distract him. Bourbon smiled. “It does come out. He's not too exciting inside. Like fucking a teapot.” he said a bit too loudly. They both could hear the grit of ceramic as the cat lost a step briefly. He answered back. “Be lucky I couldn't find a spell to make you into teabags.”
Daiquiri couldn’t decide which kind he was threatening them with. Regardless, they came to a room that bore a thick lock. Wallace, who had been padding in the rear of the group, dashed up and handed a key to the feline. A few turns and the door came open and they all stepped in. The sights inside made Daiquiri wish they had not. The bright white room was square in shape, not much bigger then a board room. However it was lined wall to wall with art. Paintings, vases, sculpture, and busts adored with jewels and gold. It reminded Daiquiri too much of a tomb from Egypt. A Egyptian tone was not part of the decor but almost everything else was. A bust of Jaguar god made of blood red stone. A Celtic cross that bled old age. A jade Buddha bigger then the 4 of them. And lined in the center was a collection of statues. Golden ones. The group walked to this attraction and Daiquiri whined a bit in his throat as he saw them. A short dragon like creature, its body long and snake like with delicate whiskers. It keeled over a blue orb that glowed slightly like a black light. It was a masterwork of sculpture. But tale tail signs signaled it was no work of art. Old scars and cuts on its scaled hide. One of the chicken like legs was missing a toe and the wound had healed over. And on the underside, where Bourbon had taken a look at, there was a pair of round firm testicles below a hard gold anus. Bourbon touched it and Daiquiri smacked his paw. He sneered slightly. This little dragon that was about the size of a small car, was alive. Or at least, as alive as being turned to gold could be. Daiquiri spat out abruptly “...I thought you said you had tested this thing?”
the cat glared at him and smirked a little. The little nerve that Daiquiri had built up was fading fast.
“It does work. That doesn’t mean I’ve not...kept a few deadbeats.” he said as he taped the dragon's head. The new tanuki felt a rage in his heart he had never known. His fur bristled and his nuts swelled up slightly, hardening inside and becoming much more like bowling balls inside a pillow case. The perfect thing to break that teapot into pieces.
He felt Bourbon's paw on his shoulder and the tension eased a bit. Wallace stood next to his master, his tone apologetic. “They haven’t' been here too long. And many of them have paid off their debt and then came into owing money to Mr. L again...” he muttered, not looking the statues in the face. Daiquiri looked at the other statues that made a half circle around the dragon. A human with the face of a pig and extra breasts sat on her haunches with a her hands up to hold something. A smile on her snout. Next to her was a cat man who stood upright and was dressed with jewels and a bit of chain-mail over his body. He was tarnished and old looking, stained. His cock was encased in a elaborate chastity device. His face was blank and his eyes wide open, staring ahead forever. And next to that was a minotaur who towered over them, his thick muscled body perfectly preserved in the gold. He was erect and his massive balls gave both tanuki a bit of deeja-vu. He was smiling ear to ear despite his situation.
Daiquiri wondered if some of them had done this willingly. It was a question he knew he'd never get a answer to. He looked Bourbon in the face. He seemed for the first time somewhat serious. He met the gaze and his smile came back. He mouthed “Trust me” silently. Daiquiri frowned a bit but sighed heavily and let the anger leave him best he could.
“We ready ladies?” the cat asked, getting a huffed sound from Daiquiri. He nodded and motioned to Wallace. He had produced a set of props and set them down. “Make yourselves presentable” the ceramic cat suggested as he took the gold coins he had brought with him and shined them up with a rag. The pile of props consisted of straw hats, a pair of shalls with kanji on them and a few empty jugs. Bourbon looked a bit annoyed. He muttered “Tourist shit” as he put on one of the shalls, the thing red with a white circle with the black lettering in the center. It reached down to just above his navel and just above his ass crack in the back. Daiquiri took the other matting one and dressed the same, the fabric feeling itchy. He started to take one of the plastic jugs but Bourbon slapped his paw. He wiggled his finger back and forth, pointing at the real jar he had tied to his waist. That thing hardly ever left his side and still was full of booze rationed from Daiquiri's apartment. “We'll get you a real one later.” Bourbon promised and Daiquiri nodded. He passed the younger coon one of the hats and put his own on. The round things were wok shaped and seemed just as cheaply made as the shalls. “Now, pick a pose. Look expensive.” Big L ordered as he muttered something under his breath and blew on the coins in his paw. The things started to glow a bit and there was now a dull ringing sound in the air. Daiquiri swallowed again as he watched Bourbon waddle to a reed mat that had been set down on the floor. A spot for them Daiquiri realized. Sweat rolled down his chin and down his fat neck and chest. Bourbon knelt down and thought a moment. They all watched as he let himself become a bit smaller, contracting in size and weight. Everything shrank in proportion and soon he was about a foot shorter and thinner. He was standing now but his short legs were obscured by his still big and saggy balls. He looked uncannily like the traditional tanuki statues that Daiquiri had seen years ago. A round but long body. Short small arms and legs. A big belly and balls touching the ground. And a big head with a round full face. He smiled back at them, happy to put on a show as he motioned to Daiquiri. He came up to him and thought a moment, thinking about his size and shape. He imagined being smaller and longer, more compact. The room became bigger and Daiquiri was shortly looking Bourbon in the eyes. “Up.” he told him and held his paws up. Daiquiri's eyes got wide. “You..you want me to stand on your shoulders?” he asked. Bourbon nodded. Daiquiri swallowed a bit and waddled to his backside. His tail was smaller and he held it out like a ladder to help Daiquiri climb up his fat backside. The coon struggled to get up onto his friend's head and hands, mushing a foot into his face more than once before he got into place. He stood up slowly, putting his own tail to Bourbon's head and against the back of to help balance. He concentrated as his belly and breasts got smaller and his proportions changed. Longer and compacted as he put his arms up to his chest and griped his hands together, resting his moobs on them. He felt a shuffling under his sac as it drew up and shrank as well. He looked down and saw Bourbon's head as he adjusted himself under him, Daiquiri's balls resting just in front of the hat on his head. The reed hat rustled and the pair messed with it in a attempt to make it comfortable. It was soon torn in half and disregarded. Daiquiri blushed as he felt Bourbon rest his entire body on his head. His balls were tickled by Bourbon's ears as he got comfortable. Daiquiri smiled and soon the pair looked identical in shape and design save the color of their fur.
Big L looked them over and nodded. He tilted the hat still on Daiquiri's head a bit to one side and said, “Good enough. Now, say ahh...”
Bourbon's lips came open and one of the gold coins was placed on his tongue. Daiquiri held his lips shut for a few moments as he looked Bourbon in the eyes. He opened his own mouth and felt the cold thing be placed on his tongue. There was a metallic sting. Much like licking a battery. Daiquiri started to spit but he felt a odd numbness to his tongue. His eyes became wide as he looked down and saw Bourbon's open mouth as he titled back. He could see easily as the gold coin bubbled and dissolved, coating Bourbon's tongue in karat. He watched the metal flow like paint over his gums and then over his teeth, giving him a gold “grill” briefly. He put his head back in position as he felt his own tongue starting to harden and then he was unable to move it to feel the process on his own teeth. He was suddenly unable to talk and made a squeal as he felt Big L's big hands on his shoulder and head, gripping him. “Hold still.” he growled as the tanuki felt one of his big round fingers put into his open lips to hold it open. He struggled but found the cat much stronger then he expected as he felt his jaw lips harden. The cat held him firm until a stiffness bled into his neck and then he was let go. The instinct was to jerk his head around but Daiquiri's neck stood stiff. Locked in place, looking ahead. He tried to scream but he only made a guttural sound that was more of a sequel. The process sped up as he felt the liquid bleed down his throat into his belly. Fullness started to develop in his gut, like he had been fed lard and soon a bloated sensation filled his lower half. He ran his paws hurriedly around his middle and felt coldness on his fingertips as he felt his navel. He could feel the gold wetness bleeding out of his navel and onto his belly fur, hardening it. He squealed again as the cat held his arms back into position. He struggled until the cat whispered to him, “I'm going to leave a note for you two for when ya wake up. You ever smuggle anything before?” he asked in a half teasing way. Daiquiri couldn’t answer as his jaw was glistening and hard as rock. He did make a squeal and jerked a bit as he felt something shove its way into his asshole roughly. He winced and teared up a bit as he felt the round object in his tush. And then he cried a little as he felt his butt hole firm up solid around it. After a moment the object was removed and felt Big L's fat finger inside his asshole as he felt around. “That'll do.” as he removed his fingers and wiped the gold slime off them. Daiquiri was only able to watch as Wallace came up to his front and gently wiped his eyes for him. “Sorry...i'll...i'll keep you both clean and safe till we sell you. I promise.” he muttered and barely was able to keep his composure. Daiquiri himself was in the middle of a panic attack. Only his eyes showed that as his face was quickly freezing into what looked like a slightly befuddled expression with his mouth open in a O shape. He felt his arms harden and soon they held tightly in place. He tried to relax or twitch his muscles but nothing happened. He felt his sac harden again and hear a bit of metal on metal scraping sounds from below him as he knew Bourbon's head must have solidfed under his butt. He winced, as if he had been punched in the belly. Bourbon was a gold statue. He couldn’t even see him. Part of him was thankful for that. He watched silently as his throat hardened and Big L and Wallace walked around and stood in front of them. The ceramic cat smiled and waved a bit. Wallace looked away. Gold seeped into the edges of the taunki's vision and soon he saw nothing. He twitched and jerked a few more times. His mind screamed and tried to fight, but nothing stopped the spell.
A gold tanuki statue, a pair, one standing on the head of the other, stood in the room and glinted in the light. It didn’t move, still as death. Wallace held back tears. Big L spat a bit. “Little pricks.” he turned and started out the door as he yelled back. “Take pictures and get them on the market. I want them gone as soon as possible.”
Wallace suddenly jerked upright. He couldn’t believe his big ears. The boss never sold these things. Never. He had the cat statue for at least the 30s. “What!?” he yelped. The cat turned around and glared at him with his painted face. “Are you deaf? I want them fucking sold and gone!” he roared. Wallace stammered. “But...but you nev...” the cat strode up to him and towered over the bunny faced man. “I am in the market for luck and money Wallace.” he bellowed. He looked at the statues and flicked the top tanuki's head, making a smudge and a soft plink sound. “And that little ass is bad luck. Both of them are! Bourbon is a not a natural tanuki...” his white ceramic face heated up, redding a bit. “...the last time that little bastard almost ruined me. And now he made another damn primate into a tanuki!?” steam blew from the sides of his ass cork as whatever booze still left in his belly boiled. “Little fucker even spied on us! I should broke him over Bourbon's fat fuckin head!” he knelt in front of the gold tanuki and looked right at Daiquiri's wide solid eyes. They looked back with a blank stair. “Do you think I like being a walking tea pot you little nut sac!?” he screamed, spittle hitting the gold face.
Big L felt the carpet under his feet start to melt and burn. He was boiling hot and steaming. He could feel the steam in his torso trying to escape. He sighed and tried to regain his composure. The cat felt to his backside and adjusted the cork in his ass a bit, a geyser of steam blowing from the hole. The pressure and heat lessened and he pushed the cork back in fully. He muttered to himself and sighed. “They are bad luck to me. I want them sold. Tanuki only bring luck to themselves. And human ones....” he slammed one of his paws against a tray of diamonds and gold, sending its contents flying in the air and raining down on them. He left the room, leaving Wallace standing alone. The silence was total once the sound of Big L's heavy footsteps left the hallway. Wallace looked at the carpet and saw melted scorched foot prints that faded and stopped a few feet from the door. The bunny man looked back to the tanuki statues and said aloud to no one but himself...”they were both...humans?”
6
Loss of one's senses was a quick way to loose one's mind.
Daiquiri was finding that out first hand. There was no sight, no sound, no taste and no smell. His solid gold skin gave him only the faintest sense of touch. It was enough to feel when something was touching him but it was nothing but a difference in pressure against his body. He had no way to orientate himself and soon which end was up was as lost to him as the rest. He was in a state of almost total sensory deprivation. Trapped there.
No matter how much he screamed and begged inside the tomb his body had transformed into, no release came. Time passes and the statue has no way to know if he has been this way for days, years or decades. He screamed louder in his gold husk and no one could hear him...No one would ever hear him again...
Time passes...
Thoughts come together. Drifts of smokey thought that soon lend to a form and a body. As soon as he is corporeal, the body screams. He screams and pounds at the blackness encasing him. He does not want to be here. He has been here too long and is afraid that he will soon not just be encased in the blackness: he will be a part of it.
He punches and kicks, begging and crying. He doesn't pray. He spent so long doing that the words lost meaning. He doesn't curse those he knows. He did that so long that he doesn't remember their names. Suddenly, the blackness gives way.
It takes a unknown amount of time for that to register to the body. Something had happened. Hope came to him. It was something he missed.
He feels a wet crunch and soft cold sensation falling upon him. He has to remember what that sensation was. Dirt. Earth. Soil. He felt it burying him. He screamed again, less of insanity and more of triumph. The soft earth is in his mouth and he swallows it down so that he can breath more in. his brain tells him that doesn't make sense but then again, nothing did. He pushes though the wet softness and soon feels it moving and giving way.
Escape. The promise of merely leaving the darkness was something he would give his soul for. He fought and dug. Burrowing and screaming and crying.
Light slammed his face as he forced his head from the ground. His eyes blinked wildly, dirt falling from them with tears. He saw nothing but blind white light that faded to a cool dark blue. He vomited earth from his belly as he climbed further. The cold air on his furry body made him ache and briefly wish he couldn't feel the pain again. He crawled on his hands and knees, crying and puking until his belly was empty and nothing came up but slime. He wiggled along the soft ground like a baby as he struggled to make his eyes work again. Forms started to take shape in the blurs. Rounded squares sticking up from the earth. Tall stick like shapes with branches. The words for what they were took their sweet time to come back to his mind.
Tombstones.
Trees.
He looked up and saw a glowing white circle. The moon.
He stood up, screaming as he did. Behind him was a grave. His own. He could almost hear it, begging him to crawl back into its black wormy embrace...
The tanuki walked. Walked, ran and crawled. Sometimes his feet felt weightless. Other times they hurt so bad they bled. His balls drug along the dirt, leaving a trail behind him. Sometimes they were so large he waddled as he drug them along. Other times they were so small he thought he was a quire boy. Time didn't pass he came to decide. The sights and sounds didn't change. The night was eternal. The moon lit his way though the forest and graves so at least, he had something to comfort him. A light could be your best friend. It was silent and always content to hear his babbling cry's. It didn't judge. It merely was a presence to light his way. He kept his head up towards the heavens, afraid to look down at what waited for him at the ground. The graves and trees. The plant-life was dead, blackened and smelt of rot. If he touched one, the fur fell out on his hand and his skin would flake off. It would come back by the time he looked away from the sky again. The graves were not a good alternative. Every time he stopped to look at one closely, he would see upturned earth. Sometimes he saw his own bones. Misshapen animal bones that were too long and bipedal to be those of a raccoon. Too inhuman to be mistaken for a person.
Other times he would see a rotten mummy contorted half in the dirt. Hollow eyed things that looked back at him and smiled with rotted teeth. The last time he looked, he saw a golden cadaver of himself waving back at him. It spoke in a whisper “Keep going. This is not your ending...”
He ran.
The moon guided him.
Time passes and soon there is sound. Music. He cried. He hadn't heard anything but his own screaming for so long he almost forgot what music sounded like. It was a soft sound that he soon remembered as jazz. That gave way to a harmonica that played a song he remembered from another life time ago. Eventually the wood ended. Or at least, there was his destination anyways. The woods merely parted to make way for it. He smiled. His lips felt like they smiled so wide they would crack his head apart. But he smiled.
He had found a bar.
Daiquiri sat down a few feet from the bar for a very long time. He cried. He screamed. Sometimes he spat obscenities at it until he was hoarse. The thing that had been his life, and had ruined it. It was there in front of him again. It was incapable of mocking him but he still wished it would stop doing it all the same. It took him a very long time before he decided to actually go inside. The square shaped building had a wooden porch with a few chairs on it. It was old and creaked but it wasn't uninviting. Empty bottles sat on tables and on the porch rails. He tasted every one, finding them full of dust. Nobody had been here save the cobwebs for a very long time. The door hung open and he could hear the music still humming along. He stepped inside.
It was every bar he had ever been in his life. Some corners looked like the dives from college. Others were pubs. One was even that gay bar he had been drug to in his more adventurous bachelorhood. He knew these places. He had lived many years in them. This place was all of them at once. He turned around in a circle and the bar became another dozen different locations before he had finished the revolution. The lights, the decor, even the stinks changed with every glance and turn. His belly swooned and he wondered if he would puke the same pukes he had experienced in these places. He walked towards the counter and pulled himself up onto a stool. As he pulled himself up, the previously too tall counter had sank down to his level. He remembered it being larger but the bar changed to accommodate him. He glanced back around and saw the various tables, dartboards and even a stripper pole had come down to his proportions. He shook his head, disorientated. He turned back to the bar and found a furred, smiling face looking right at him.
Bourbon sat a bottle of scotch on the counter and passed Daiquiri a glass.
“You look like you could use a drink.”
Bourbon crashed into the bottles behind him, making a horrible noise and sending shards of glass and booze all over. The tanuki put his hand to his eye and cursed. Daiquiri stood up on the counter, rubbing his fist. The older tanuki growled. “That's a fine fucking way to say hi.”
Daiquiri said nothing as he breathed heavily. Bourbon pulled himself up, dusting the glass from his fur and rubbing his eye. It started to swell up and turn purple. His feet crunched glass as he got up but there no blood that Daiquiri could see. The younger tanuki breathed deeply and slowly, regaining his composure before he adjusted his testicles under himself and sat upon them. It was a trick he had been shown by the elder coon and was quite comfortable. His anger had made his nuts hard as concrete at the moment however. He didn't want comfort. He was too pissed off. The old coon grunted as he adjusted the little apron and tie he wore and took a bit of ice from a bucket beneath the bar. He put it to his eye as he leaned on the counter and looked up at his ward. The coons said nothing for a long time before Daiquiri sighed. Bourbon rubbed his eye a bit more before he spoke. “You can say “I told you so” if that'll make ya feel better.”
Daiquiri grunted a bit at that. Bourbon scowled and rubbed his brow. Daiquiri broke in with a question. His tone was sharp and quick. “Are we dead?”
Bourbon took a shot of something strong enough to curl his toes before he answered. “No.”
the younger coon sniped back “but...”
“...but we're not alive either at the moment...” Bourbon finished. Daiquiri's fur bristled but he didn't leave his seat yet. “So which is it?”
“Neither. Or both. I don't know exactly. This is...new.” he muttered. Bourbon not having a answer for something? Now that was worrisome Daiquiri thought.
He took the bottle that he had been offered and took a swig. It burned his belly and he welcomed the sensation. “So, what is this then?” he asked, motioning at their surroundings. Bourbon shrugged a bit. “If I had to take a guess, this is in our minds. Well, this is yours specificity I think. I take it you didn't just wake up here right?” he asked. Daiquiri shook his head and shuddered slightly. Bourbon nodded and took another shot. He belched and slapped the glass back on the counter. “I wont bore ya with how I got here. Wasn't pleasant.” he added. He paused and rubbed his chin. “this place isn't somewhere I've been. This is all yours isn't it? Places you've been?” he asked. Daiquiri nodded and looked around, the bar still shifting between various locals he had spent shit faced hours inside. Daiquiri thought for a moment before he spoke. “So...we..we're sharing these...memories?”
Bourbon nodded. “Guess so...” he replied. The bar itself darkened a bit as the lighting became more somber and the lamps changed from bulbs and fixtures to candles and paper lights. The smell changed from puke and booze to cigarettes and fish odor as Daiquiri watched the place transform into what he assumed was a place Bourbon had been to. A Japanese bar or maybe a restaurant. Bourbon smirked at their surroundings and spoke something that Daiquiri couldn't understand. Bourbon realized that Daiquiri couldn't understand him but kept speaking all the same. He kept talking until his words started to slur into a dialect that the younger coon could understand. “....I got snookered here many times. Best saki I ever had...” he spoke. Daiquiri nodded and saw that the booze on the walls had changed to Japanese brands, labels and types. The bottle of scotch on the table had become a container of warm saki. Bourbon poured them both a glass. “Never had saki...well..normal saki at least.” Daiquiri muttered in what he suddenly realized was Japanese. Bourbon smirked as Daiquiri grabbed at his lips before shaking his head. The place smelt of fresh fish and sushi and both of their bellies rumbled. Daiquiri took a swig of his glass, his toes and tail fidgeting from the smack it had. He giggled as the gravity of things settled on him. “Guess you can still be hungry when you're dead.”
“You can do a lot of things when you're dead.”
The voice was cold and felt like icy vapor upon your neck as it drifted in the room. The lights flickered and most went out until the room was lit by a single candle above them. The heavy shadows left nothing visible save the shape of the coon's faces in the light. Warm life in a room that had become deathly still and cold in a instant. No one spoke until there was a rattled chuckle. Followed by the snap of what sounded like bones against each other. A shape leaned into the candlelight and smiled a toothy grin. A smile that was nothing but teeth. Dull yellowed bone caught the lighting and gave the hinted shape of a canine skull with its fangs producing a gallows grin.
“Come now, I though your kind was suppose to be...heh...lively lushes”
it told them. the skull's jaw barely moved but the voice produced was unimpeded by the lack of lips or a tongue. The thing's hand and arm came into view as they reached for the bottle of saki on the counter. Daiquiri's fur felt almost icy as he realized the thing was siting on the bar stool next to him. Bones, tiny and long things that moved as if flowing in water, created fingers that gripped the bottle and delicately poured a shot. The liquid filled the glass in much the same way that the creature's bones flowed in what appeared to be a membrane of black ink. The edges of it seemed to lick and wave like oil suspended in water, a constant motion save the hard bones within it. The two tanuki looked at it's face as it smiled at the glass and slurped it noisily. A pair of white specks deep in the empty obits of his skull looked out at them, and though them at the same time. He sighed as he set the glass down and ran a finger bone along the rim of it. The bit of booze film left there darkened and stained the glass.
'wh..what do you want?” Bourbon whispered, his voice dry in his throat. The creature made a grinding noise, bones against bone, as it looked at him, appearing to be smiling ear to non existent ear. No lips will give that effect.
“Oooh just making what you could call a house call.”
it told him, leaning over the bar and running one of his bone fingers along Bourbon's cheek. The coon shuddered and pulled away. The thing's body was wide and thin, in the poor light there was no way to tell where it ended and the darkness began. It giggled, a sound that would haunt them both for the rest of their days.
“Oh don't be soo droll. I'm not here to...collect. Neither of you are quite ready for the dirt.”
he smoozed, leaning in and breathing in the air around Daiquiri.
“Even if you've been digging a hole already.”
he smiled. Daiquiri shivered and realized he was covered in mud and dust from before. He had forgotten that fact and it only now reappeared on his body.
“I just wanted a drink. Not often I get one. Especially not from the same person twice...”
he cooed as he eyed Bourbon once again.
“You are a bit...fuzzier then last time I saw you. But it is you...”
he chatted cryptically. There was a odd glow coming from the center of the inky blackness as the creature reached into its own body and lifted it to the surface. A hourglass full of gold sand that he eyed and turned. Neither of the tanuki could see the grains moving and it occurred to Daiquiri that the reaper was the only one who could.
“No, not your time yet. Or yours..mister...Daiquiri is it now? Heh, I'll have to adjust my records.”
it addressed them, making them both contemplate pissing themselves. Daiquiri did a little.
Death replaced his timepiece inside his torso casually as they watched the glow fade away. He smiled and stood up from his seat, leaving himself invisible in the blackness save the faint gleam of his bone face.
“Adieu' you two. I do hope you have some more liquor with you when me meet again. A drinking contest with a tanuki is a game I would most enjoy...”
he spoke before the skull floating in the shadows faded into them and was lost.
Everything was still for a long time. The pair of warm bodies scarcely moved and only let out soft quick breaths, afraid of somehow breathing in any of their visitor. The lights started to flicker back to life, until the room was lit once more. The bone & ink creature had left them.
Bourbon, his face still pale as a sheet, let out a cracked shrill sound somewhere between a scream and a laugh. Tears ran down his reddening cheeks as he was shortly giggling like a idiot. Daiquiri realized he smelt like pee and was siting in soggy fur. He felt his lips part as he..smiled. And joined his friend in mad laughter.
The booze flowed like water for many a hour after that.
Shots, swigs, jugs, guzzles, slurps and gulps were taken again and again. Time lost meaning once more as the pair drank and drank and drank. The room lost it's form and became more of a blur of colors and structures as they needed them. One tanuki would move to sit and a chair would just be there for his wide soft rump to occupy it. A hand would reach for a drink, and one would be found every time. At some point, one of them had the idea to bath in the flow from a tap. That lead to the pair sucking the alcohol from each others fur and then flesh. Lips met lips, sucking and tasting and kissing. Lips found cocks, fingers and nipples. They traveled up and down each other, lost in lust and drunkenness. They found each others rump cracks rather effective places to pour drink upon and then run their snout though as they slurped it up. Bourbon at some point took hold of his penis and pulled on the maleness until he shaped it into a wide tall glass. He promptly poured liquor and ice into it and helped shove his lover's face inside, the younger coon happily slurping the contents into his own bottomless maw. Their bodies became more and more mailable as they became drunker and drunker. Limbs became soft and floppy. Faces drooped and barely held racoon'ish shapes. Holes were entered with all manner of fingers, limbs and any other body part that was handy. Things became indistinguishable between the two as they became a warm throbbing mass of booze soaked flesh, fur and sex. If they were dead, well, this was a nice way to pass the time they both decided. And pass the time they did...
Time passed and like all things, even the drunken sex and debauchery faded. Daiquiri didn't remember when they had stopped, or if it had been more of a gradual slow down of their activities. But the pair had found themselves at, no surprise, the bar. It may have been the same one they had been in earlier. Or it may have been a new one they had imagined simply to serve as a rest stop between their own unending 2 man orgy. Time had no meaning and thus it didn't matter. Daiquiri felt Bourbon's hand on his penis, gently kneading the end of it, making him stiffen slightly. He didn't mind as he felt his cock start to lengthen and then roll around the other tanuki's finger. It was no different then if he was curling a lock of hair in his fingertip. Daiquiri rubbed the older coon's hair, playing with it a bit. He did notice a change. A soft grey streak along what would pass for sideburns on a character that was covered head to toe in fur. Bourbon was older then he had let on but he had never shown any hint of age when he was in his real form. The grey at his temples was new. “This from the bone man?” Daiquiri asked eventually. He felt Bourbon stiffen but got a soft grunt in reply. Yes then. Still, something was coming back to him. The reaper. It had implied something. It was acting as if it had met Bourbon before. And that “fuzzy” crack...
something clicked in Daiquiri's head. He stood up straight and looked at Bourbon as if he was just now really seeing him.
“You...you were human...”
Everything went black. Cold. The world disappeared.
Daiquiri gasped for breath as he found himself submerged. He slapped at the surface of what apparently was the sea. The bar was gone and he had dropped into the middle of a leaping churning ocean. He could swim somewhat but never had to find out if he could swim in a angry current. He couldn't. The sea slapped and beat him like he owed it money. His body ached and the cold dulled him. Bubbles escaped his lips as he went under the foaming waves. The darkness licked at his toes once again.
Not again not again not again...
A harsh grasp above his neck.
The scruff of his skin was being pulled on and dragging him up and out of the black ocean. The tanuki gasped and sputtered, hacking up saltwater as he found himself on top of something buoyant and warm. He spun around, wondering what the hell had saved him before he saw Bourbon. The tanuki sat with his legs crossed and seemingly in deep thought. “I'll have to thank Big L next time I see him.” he spoke suddenly, proving that he was not meditating after-all. Daiquiri stood up, falling over as he realized they were still on the moving seas. Sea legs would come later he decided as he crawled towards the seated tanuki. As he approached he noticed that he couldn't see Bourbon's usually hard to miss scrotum. Once he realized that, he looked down and felt what he had been crawling upon, the very thing they were floating on in this sea. A big, furred, and somewhat wrinkled, pair of buoyant orbs that connected under Bourbon's legs as he sat upon it. A testicular flotation device as it were. Big enough to accommodate the pair of them and more. Daiquiri rubbed his head. Nothing could be simple anymore it seemed....
“Thank him for what?” he finally asked. Bourbon smiled “Giving me something to reflect on while i'm here. Something I forgot.” he said cryptically before he pointed in the distance. Daiquiri had never expected to see what was on the sea ahead of them. Everything to this point had been like a insane bender that was scarcely connected to reality. To the real world. He felt like he had been slapped. The real world had roughly stuck it's dick in him and wasn't asking for permission.
A boat. Not just any boat. The boat that when you think of that word, it is likely in the top 3 or 4 images that comes to your head. History was floating ahead of them.
The Titanic.
7
The ship was in the water a few hundred yards ahead of them, massive in scale. Daiquiri had never been on or seen a ocean liner in person so the sheer size and scale of the thing were enough to give him shudders. They were watching a moment in history. The ship had already stuck the iceberg and started to sink. The back end was nearly submerged to the deck, while the front half of the boat was a good five to ten feet out of the water's surface. If he remembered the movie right, the boat was going to snap in half in due time. The one thing that was absent however, was the sounds. There were no screams. No cry's for help from the drowning and no sign of the dead in the water. “Where..where is everyone?” the younger coon asked. Bourbon answered “I was inside the boat still. I couldn't really hear them from where I was. I don't remember the sounds. I only know the boat broke in two when I saw the newspapers later.” Daiquiri's fur bristled and he gripped Bourbon's shoulders “You were INSIDE the boat!?” he squealed. Bourbon nodded as there was a sudden motion. They were moving. The ocean waves started to get heavier as they moved the testicle boat towards the doomed ship. Once they were close enough to look up at the massive dripping underside of the vessel, Bourbon stood and gripped Daiquiri's testicles with his hands. Daiquiri gasped and slapped Bourbon's backside. The older coon ignored him as he hefted the youngster's nuts up into his arms, stretching them a bit as he started to pull on them. The coon shuddered and tapped his foot as his skin started to expand and become thinner, his testicles seeming to disappear as his nuts became much like a baggy tarp. Bourbon put his lips to his lover's cock. Daiquiri expected a sucking but instead felt him..blowing?
The pleasing sensation continued as he watched and felt as warm air flowed into his flat empty sac. They started to inflate, becoming less floppy and getting rounder. Bigger and bigger. Larger and fuller. Soon they were nearly as big as the floating nuts they were still standing on.
“There, now to get you going...” Bourbon smiled, Daiquiri not sure what to do. Bourbon hefted the other coon's sac up over his shoulders and held the 2 fat balls in the air as if hefting up a testicular trophy. And then a odd thing happened. They started to lift up. To float. The fact that the rules of physics were optional in this world was being demonstrated live. “Oh god you made me a balloooooon!” Daiquiri screamed as he started to become much more buoyant and his nuts lifted up, dragging him with them. He flipped upside down as they took off like a pair of hairy zeppelins. The coon squealed again as he felt Bourbon grab his shoulders and climb up onto his backside, hanging off him like a chimp. Daiquiri barely caught a glimpse of Bourbon's own giant testicles shriveling up and retreating back between his legs as they soon were 10, 15, 25 feet in the air.
The air born tanuki rose just alongside the boat's side. Daiquiri was careful to keep his arms and legs away from the vessel as they passed inches from the various port holes and hard sharp edges. Barnacles and seawater clung to the ship as they could both hear its creaks and bellows. It's end was soon to come. After floating aimlessly for a few minutes, Daiquiri screamed out, “Do you know where we're going!?”
Bourbon shrugged. “I'm just looking for a way inside that isn't the deck. I don't feel like sliding down to the bottom, do you?”
The younger coon rolled his eyes. “This is a dream isn't it?!”
Bourbon nodded, correcting “Memories.”
“Whatever. Can't you just...remember a door or something!?”
Daiquiri snapped back. Being hung upside down by his floating testies was making him likewise testy.
The older coon rubbed his chin, debating that. After a moment there was a great groan of steel as they floated up to what apparently was just what Daiquiri had wanted: a door. A door that was shaped like the silhouette of a tanuki. A short fat shape with a wide belly and a pair of round orbs that hung down below the space made for the legs.
“Showoff” one of them muttered.
After a awkward landing, in which one coon had to drag the other into the opening by his neck and back fat, the pair were inside the ship. Bourbon looked around at the place as memory flooded in and filled in the details. Fancy carpet took on a specific shade and design. The paint changed to the creamy tones he remembered. Even the smell of seawater and perfume returned to him. By the time Daiquiri had willed his balls back to a manageable size, the door had disappeared and they were standing in a long hallway. Rooms ran on each side down a hall that stretched forever. To Daiquiri it resembled a expensive old hotel. To Bourbon it meant much more. But one thing was clearly amiss. Everything was tilted. The paintings, the light fixtures, and even they themselves. They all tilted to one side. The side that was going into the ocean inch by inch. Daiquiri stood, holding himself steady with the wall to compensate for the tilt. His stomach churned and he felt the sea still rocking the boat partly. He belched a bit and tried to will the incoming sea-sickness away. It didn't leave. He adjusted his goal to be simply not to vomit on the expensive decor. Bourbon paid no mind to his green faced cohort as he started to walk down the hallway. The memory was both detailed and vague. This could be any hall way in the ship and on any deck. He had a specific spot in mind. But where was it...
He smiled. “You had a good idea Daiquiri...” as he turned to a door and concentrated. He knew it was the one he wanted by the time he opened it. He had made it be the right door.
A scent of smoke wafted out into the hallway as the tanuki stood in the doorway. He stood and stared at what he saw for a long time. Daiquiri waddled up behind him and looked over his shoulder and took in what the elder tanuki was reliving for the first time in many many years...
Not too surprisingly, the pair were looking in a bar. However, this time they were not alone at it. A figure sat at it, hunched over a bottle of something. And surrounding him on the counter was a fort of empty and half empty bottles. The bartender had long fled and this lone patron had deemed himself barkeep as he helped himself. Daiquiri wondered if the hunched figure, wearing a dark gray business suit and sandy greyish was Bourbon as he was once upon a time. That was until another figure strode into the bar. A curl of red hair topped the thin lanky man's head. He was dressed plainly in clothing that looked as if it had been hand me downs more times then their owner had been alive. This man was red faced and cheery considering the situation, but that was due to the bottle in his hand. Daiquiri looked at the man's face as he took in the room, obviously debating if it was a loo or a room he likely shouldn't piss in. The man's features were young and a bit exaggerated, but his face was oddly non disscript. Oh he had a face there for sure. But nothing stood out about it for more then a moment before it became as if the person seeing it felt as if they were viewing it for the first time again. It struck Daiquiri, Bourbon does not remember this person's face. He watched as Bourbon walked into the room, staring at the red haired man intently. The man, the memory, did not notice him and paid no mind when he walked though the fat tanuki. There was a shiver over his body but the memory played on without a interruption. The red haired man sat at the bar, next to the man in the gray suit. Bourbon followed him and stood behind the man as he dug though the fort of bottles until he found a mostly full one. He began to make it empty post haste. Bourbon merely watched, lost in the scene. Daiquiri slowly walked in as well. He felt almost like he was intruding. Bourbon's strained face said more then he would ever speak aloud. Daiquiri felt the words he was about to ask, the questions, dry up on his tongue as Bourbon suddenly moved. The old coon leaped up into the bar stool occupied by the man. They occupied the same space for a brief moment, the memory thrashing and blurring as if it was a reflection in water that had just had a hand ran though it. And then it was still. A single form sat in the bar stool. It was still dressed in the same ratty old clothing. It moved and picked up the same motions of this play that had been briefly interrupted. But the character had a new face. A thin face marked with a dark nose that protruded in a short snout. Ears that were on the top of his head. And a thin layer of peach fuzz like fur. Bourbon spoke, words he remembered speaking years and years ago. And his heir watched the performance play out before him.
“So, I take it you are the craftsman of this fine wall of glass bottles?”
he spoke, Bourbon's voice now missing many years of wear. It had also picked up a thick Irish tint that had been missing before. The man in the gray suit smiled and looked up from his glass. His face was long, looking almost pointed. A fat nose, thin lips. Sandy gray hair that was fit under the edges of a matching hat. And thin glasses with gold trim that sat on the edge of his face. His cheeks were reddened but he didn't seem anything close to as plastered as Bourbon obviously was. The man nodded. His voice had a accent but it was hard to place. He spoke with the air of someone who had seen much in his life. “Yes,you would be right.”
Bourbon finished his bottle and dug for another one, knocking over about half the bottle fort with the effort. They exploded on the floor and shook him a bit from his stupor. He cursed. The man snorted a bit. “Oh don't be dramatic. Its not the worst thing that's happened today now is it?” he asked.
Bourbon snorted this time. “Bloody'ell. You're very right there.”
The gray suit man smiled. “I take it you didn't feel up to fighting for salvation on deck either?”
Bourbon nodded. “Aye. Too late to try. They locked the doors a deck up. I can hear...” he trailed off. The other man nodded. Bourbon spoke again, “And you?”
The man seemed a bit...surprised to be asked. He swirled the contents of the bottle he was working on. “Figured it was best to give someone else a chance.”
Bourbon smirked. “Better to drown in here then out there aye?” he declared as he upended the bottle into his eager lips. The gray man smirked “Aye” he said in a imitation of the youngster's voice.
The pair drank, trading short jabs and barbs, the only way to tell time was passing in that the tilt of the room was becoming worse. Soon every bottle sat on the counter would slide along until it met the floor with a crash. Daiquiri was content to hold onto the side of the door handle to hold himself upright. Time passed in that lovely haze of drinking for some time. Daiquiri could see a warm joy in both Bourbon and the stranger, sharing a moment that likely would be their last. Last call on the Titanic. That had a nice ring to it Daiquiri thought. But like all things, it had to end. The mood was spoiled utterly as the lights flickered and then died. The room was silent, save the awful groaning of the ship. It was bellowing like a dying animal. And that sound was beginning to be peppered with the sound of water flowing. The pair drank in silence until the last bottle was emptied.
It was Bourbon who broke the silence. “I didn't want to die yet. Much less drown...” he muttered. The gray suit man nodded. He produced a match from his suit and lit a cigar. He drew the flame in and blew smoke that smelt of oddly cherry. Bourbon sniffed the air and smiled. “mmm that smells good. They sell that on the boat?” he asked. The man shook his head.
“Rolled this myself. Many years ago. Was saving it...” he smiled, drawing on it again. He handed it to Bourbon who took a drag upon it, gagging and hacking a bit. The gray man giggled as he listened, Bourbon hocking up a snot and shooting it over his shoulder. Bourbon caught his breath and wished he had one more drink. The boat creaked again, as if giving a death rattle. The gray man checked his pocket watch by the cigar light and furrowed his brow. He looked away from Bourbon now, past him. For a moment Daiquiri had the impression that he was looking for him in the darkness. But then another source of light started to illuminate the dark. A soft glow, a ember, 2 of them, floating on the other side of the bar. They became brighter, illuminating a shape. Red tinted curves and points. Rounded shapes, eyes...teeth. Skinless white things. And a inky black that held the light briefly and then seemed to almost repel it. Daiquiri knew that figure. His stomach curled up at the sight of him. He felt soil in his mouth and felt as if he was standing in cold mud, sinking downward. The reaper's eyes briefly looked his way...and winked.
The gray man looked at the specter, and the specter seemed to be paying little attention towards him. No, his attention was on his drinking partner this evening: Bourbon The reaper's bones reached towards his chest and fingered that hourglass he held inside him. He caressed it as if a lover. And he waited. Daiquiri heard himself whine as he realized it was counting. Counting down the seconds. Bourbon reached down behind the counter and retrieved a shot glass. He rolled it in his hand a few times, showing the practiced grace of a carnival performer. He sat it down and thought. The gray man reached into his pocket once more and retrieved something. Something silver and metallic. A flask. He passed it to Bourbon who smiled and poured the golden contents into the shot glass. “Heh, knew you were holding out on me. Ah well...” he spoke softly, eying the liquor as it tilted to one side in the glass. Only Bourbon's hand kept it from flying off the bar. Time slowed as the man brought the glass to his lips...And then a odd thing happened. Bourbon set the glass down. “I think...I think i've had enough tonight...” he declared. He slid the glass across the bar. And it slipped into the slider bone fingers that were next to him.
Death stopped. He stopped and looked at what had been passed to him. And he did what Daiquiri had hoped he would never have to hear again. He giggled.
Burbun began to pass the flask back to it's owner but he shook his head. “I want you to do something for me.” he spoke. Bourbon looked him in the face, a bit confused. “A last request?” he muttered. The man nodded. “something like that.”
Bourbon nodded. “sure. What?”
The gray man smiled. “Take that”
“and do what?” the younger asked.
“Don't die. At least, not until you're good and ready.”
Bourbon looked at him cockeyed. “Bloody daft you are.”
The man smiled as he looked past the youngster and saw Death happily slurping his drink, savoring every drop.
“Maybe. Drink.” he ordered. The red head rolled his eyes and took a hard swig. He gasped as if punched and scrunched his face up tightly. The old man smiled. “Bourbon”
The younger rubbed his brow. “This sure as hell isn't bourbon.”
the old man nodded. “No, but you are.” he told him and stood up, gripping the bar to keep from totting over. Bourbon looked at him with a frustrated expression. “You leavin? Not even gonna tell me your name are ya?” he questioned. The old man blushed as he glanced once more at his watch.
“Call me Ale.”
and then everything became dark and cold with a thunderous shudder as the ocean claimed everything and everyone within the bar. The curtain closed.
Daiquiri awoke slowly, feeling a warm body against himself. He opened his eyes and found...a teddy bear?
No, not quite. The stuffed thing had a long fat tail and a pair of stuffed orbs between it's legs. And smelt as if It had been washed in Coors. It was warm. Very warm. Daiquiri looked at it and felt himself smile and hold it close to him.
“Aww, you were a cute little thing weren't ya?”
Daiquiri squirmed and sat up with a start, dropping the big stuffed toy. He found that the world had grown around him. Big wooden bars surrounding the bed he lay in. soft pastel blues on the ceiling and walls. And bedding that was adorned with letters and stars. Much like the soft fleece pajamas on his body. He felt them and realized he remembered this place. This bed...no..crib. He looked up, expecting to see his mother...but she had Bourbon's face on her shoulders. The color left his face.
Bourbon scowled. “Oh come on now. A pair of tits shouldn't bother you this much.” he teased as he reached in and picked the much smaller tanuki up from his crib. Daiquiri felt himself be lifted, shocked at how small he was. He found himself against Bourbon's chest, against the set of big full breasts he was keeping barely restrained behind a white gown. Being in this spot...no matter how perverted Bourbon's presence was...felt..familiar. He remembered this too. This feeling...this memory.
He spoke slowly. “This...this is my first memory...”
Bourbon nodded. “Guess so...” he replied, casually removing one of his big breasts from the top of his dress. Daiquiri saw this and squirmed, pushing away at the big soft tit but the big round nipple was pressed to his mouth and instinct took him. Bourbon made a pleased mutter and nursed him. He spoke after a moment. “Freud would have a field day with this...”
Daiquiri agreed but didn't make much of a effort to stop him. After some amount of time, Daiquiri eventually spat the nipple from his lips. He smacked his lips a bit. “You...you taste like eggnog.” he muttered. Bourbon smirked “Well I guess I should tell you the last bits of that story...” he mused as he reached from his seat to a shelf and pulled down a book. The cover was adorned with what appeared to be the both of them, illustrations of them, waving happily and each holding pitchers of beer. The larger tanuki thumbed though the pages until he found a drawing of the sinking ship. Past that, Ale and Bourbon at the bar. He pulled on a tab in the side of this page and a “Wave” of paper water slid out and covered the scene. He turned the page once again and Daiquiri saw a life boat pulling a body from the ocean. The larger ocean liner in the background was barely poking out of the water now. The cartoon characters in this setting was a bit off putting. “They pulled me out of the water. God it was so cold. I was nearly frozen.” he spoke. The drawing of him's face was blue and had a few icicles on his nose and ears.
“I wound up in New York after that. I started to change within a week.”
Daiquiri interrupted him, “Why...why did you change so slow? I was like this in just...”
Bourbon hushed him with a finger. “I didn't drink for almost a month. By the time I did break down and have some brandy, I barely fit in my clothes. By the time I finished the bottle, I was shooed out of the bar with a broom.” he giggled. The picture book showed a fat cartoon tanuki being smacked in the ass with a broom by a stringy looking barkeep. He turned the page again and picked back up. “I had been on the streets for awhile even before the boat. But once I transformed...” he muttered, the drawing on this page showing him digging for trash like a lowly real raccoon. He turned it again,
“I didn't know what I was doing. Sometimes I would wish I was a person again.” the drawings on the pages showed him as a tanuki, then a fat short man, and then a tanuki again. “and that might work for a day or two.”
“I found out that as long as I drank something I could go for days without food. If I concentrated I could pass as a person. And if I didn't get too drunk, I could change my shape in a lot more ways.” he smiled as the drawings showed him as a mail box, a lamp, and even as a big rock with 2 smaller rocks in front of it. “I learned my craft and I learned to read. And once I did that, I was able to figure out maybe what I was.” the next page showed the tanuki on a boat once more, waving at the new-york coastline. “and I got the idea, why not head to Japan...”
Daiquiri stopped him again. “Why, why are you telling me all this now?”
Bourbon was still, his face lost for a moment. “The truth...you aren't gonna like this.”
“Like what?!” the infant coon begged.
“..I...I didn't remember. Until all this...” he motioned to the room. “I didn't remember anything before being in Tokyo.”
The color in Daiquiri's face drained before he got red. “BULLSHIT!” he cursed and squirmed his way out of the larger coon's lap. The scene started to waver and change. The memory was changing to something new. Daiquiri held his head and waited for it to settle.
He opened his eyes and found himself siting in a desk. The desk was barely his size and his belly scraped the underside of the table. He grunted and forced his way out of it, ignoring the graffiti of crudely drawn cocks, balls and gum on it's top. He realized he was still small. Only a foot tall maybe. This place...a chalkboard...desks, posters on the wall and a TV attached to the wall in one corner. The smell of kids and dirt and industrial cleaner. School. His school. He walked to the desk as the chair behind it started to change. It grew a fat belly and man boobs (although nowhere as big as the feminine ones earlier), followed by a head. Arms legs and nuts. Bourbon stood there, popping his neck. He crossed his arms as he produced a apple from nowhere and offered it to his “student”. Daiquiri scowled at him. “I told you the truth.”
the younger coon looked away but spoke. “I hope you're just gonna tell me you drank it all away.”
“I wish it was that simple.” Bourbon answered.
“Spill it. All of it. I don't fucking care if it's gonna “upset” me. You owe me.” he shot back.
“Fine.” Bourbon huffed. He knelt down in front of the smaller tanuki and sat upon his own nuts again. Daiquiri did the same, his body growing to proper scale again.
“I'm not the only tanuki left alive and neither are you. There's not that many but enough that I've only met a handful. And all but 1 are former humans. And none of them remember much before they are as we. Ale never did tell me if he was a person or...a natural tanuki. Doesn't matter. The one natural I did meet...he told me what this all really is.” he spoke, motioning to himself and then patting his scrotum. He produced the gourd that he had offered Daiquiri once upon a time in that bar. “This is not a gift. This is a trade. I've been alive since before your parents were born. Likely their parents too. I have magic powers and I can turn myself into practically anything I want. And I can drink most living beings under the table. All I...and you...had to trade...was what we once were. All of it...” he stuttered a bit before he finished “even the memory of being what we were before.”
The dream became black and a void as the pair found themselves floating in silence. There was nothing but their warm fat bodies and the blackness. Time passed. Daiquiri could feel warmth trickling down his cheeks. He scrunched his face and screamed.
Time passes. The pair exchange words in short bursts. The anger in the room leaves nothing but the black void and regret.
“I...i cant remember..the..the name of where the town I grew up in...”
“I don't remember if I had any siblings.”
“I cant remember...remember my mother's face...”
“I remember having a mother. But I couldn't tell the difference between her and any other human.”
“Will...will I forget everything?”
“Almost. It all fades. And twists. I remember faces and feelings. Smells...”
“I remember going to the movies with my dad...he..he has a snout...and he's all furry...”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me. Why the hell did you do this to me?”
Bourbon blinked
“There's two reasons you became a tanuki...I could smell it. You have the smell of someone meant for this. I told you, you lived your life like I do. You are out for pleasure just like me...”
he paused and it took nearly a lifetime before he finished.
“and...”
“I...i was lonely. I...we...I didn't. I didn't want...”
he stuttered and found himself nearly crying. But he swallowed and ended with a line. It was comforting no matter how upsetting it was.
“Tanuki don't like to drink alone...”
The pair hung there in the void for hours. Bourbon spoke slowly “I'm sorry...” but Daiquiri shushed him now. “Don't...don't say that. I...I chose this. I took the drink.”
He eventually asked. “Will...will I remember this?”
“I don't know. I don't know if I'll remember the ship after this.”
“If we ever wake up” Daiquiri muttered. He felt Bourbon against him, warm hands on his shoulders and then against his backside. “I'm in no hurry.”
And time moved on and on and on in the place where it had no meaning...
Stillness...
unending stiffness...
then...
light.
“WAKE UP”
a voice spat in his hear. He tried to grimace and scrunch his face up to escape the light and sound. He found his face not wanting to obey him. Something was against his skin, something hard. Something like a second skin...a shell. It refused to allow him to move within it's confines. He felt something moving outside his cocoon. He started to scream and found no sound as the shell coated the inside of his mouth and his tongue. And then he opened his eye as he felt the shell be pulled away. The light blinded him and he winced at it. A form blocked the light with its body as it moved. It gripped the edge of his shell and pulled, cracks developing down his scalp.
“Come on. Come on...”
the voice was familiar. Did he know it?
He felt the form's hands on his shell, pulling and then punching it. He felt the fists thud against him and the shell cracked further. He felt his body underneath as the shell was pulled free. Arms..hands. Legs..feet. His ass and..and a tail? He had a tail? He felt himself move it. Yes, he did have a tail.
“Come on Daiquiri. Its time to get up.”
Daiquiri? Who was that? Was that his name?...yes..yes it was.
Daiquiri. Daiquiri the tanuki. That's who he was. What he was. He started to move. To squirm. To fight. He wanted to move. To be free. To live again. He felt the other being reach his lips,pulling them open and pulling the shell off his tongue. He moaned as he finally fell over and puked up gold slime. The shell slipped off his body as it could no longer hold him upright. Big flakes and chunks of it stuck to his backside and shoulders. Every time he felt some of it come loose, it felt as if glue was melting allowing the gold shell to peal off him.
He looked up at the thing that had saved him. Furry fat body. A cute round face that held a lifetime of experiences. And a pair of nuts big enough to use as a pillow.
“Bourbon...”
he muttered.
“You're an asshole.”
the tanuki smiled. “I'm your asshole.” and kissed him on the cheek.
Daiquiri smiled and stood up, feeling weak and wobbly. He looked around and saw a hallway adorned in red wall to wall. They could both smell sex practically dripping from the air. And their ears picked up the sounds on many many many people fucking.
“where are we?” the younger asked.
“Smells like somewhere fun to me...” his elder answered.
“and that is?” he asked again.
“A bordello.”
Both of them smiled.
8
“Soo...do you have any sort of plan?”
Bourbon ignored the question as he walked along the posh room. He ran a paw over the silken bedding on the queen mattress. He could feel its expense...or at least what was passing for expense. The feel of the wall. The soft carpet under his naked toes. He muttered, mostly to himself as if dictating his own notes. “This place...its not real. This is all a construct.”
Daiquiri looked away from a painting on the wall, that of a topless woman who had a canine head and skin dark as chocolate. “Construct?” he asked, confused. Bourbon explained “its something made of magic. Like clothing or even something complex like a building.”
Daiquiri cocked his head a bit and looked around the room. If this place was a whore house like Bourbon thought, it was a high class one. Silk sheets, soft beds, furniture in red and dark rich wood. The rooms they had peered into had all looked the same. Clones of each other in fact. Same furniture and color schemes. Even the mini bar made into the side of the room was present for the ones they had peeked in on. The idea that all of this place was fake was hard to imagine. He had seen Bourbon “create” clothing before...still. Then again, he had learned that anything was possible around Bourbon. Less than an hour ago he was a decoration for this place...
The younger coon thought on that as he looked back to the painting. The jackal woman seemed to be smiling at him, her lips slightly parted in a soothing lusty breath. Her hands, tipped with black claws, ran around to her breasts and squeezed them as if a pair of ripe fruits. Daiquiri could swear he smelt the sweat on her, the smell of her body and sex. His eyes traveled down her taught belly, briefly noticing she had several additional nipples down it, before coming to her legs. They were slightly parted, the top of her sex easily seen. It was moist..very very moist looking.
There was a bump and the painting shook a bit on its hanger. Daiquiri blushed and looked down, seeing his erection against the painting's bottom. He stepped back, the painting thunking back against the wall softly, although now a bit askew. Bourbon’s hands found Daiquiri's shoulders as he leaned over him and breathed in his ear. “She is quite a looker.” he mmmed. The younger coon felt something thick, spongy and warm poke him in his back fat. He squirmed. “I..im I gu..guess so..” he sighed. He was confused and spoke it aloud “I...I thought you only...” but had his thought finished by Bourbon, “...liked the male sex?”
Daiquiri nodded, feeling Bourbon’s penis brush down his rump cheek as he moved around him and past him to the painting, his erection bouncing rudely. “Pleasure is pleasure. Be it from a man, a woman, or heh, something that is both or neither.” he spoke, reaching forward and adjusting the painting frame till it was straight once more. As he stepped back a bit, Daiquiri noticed that the jackal woman's pose had changed. She was now laid back further, her legs spread fully and her hands at her love. She seemed almost...appreciative in her expression. Daiquiri’s cock throbbed a bit. The older coon came up to him once more and eyed his penis, running a hand over it. “Gender is simply a game my dear boy...however, your ass is the best game I’ve ever played” he smirked. And he added quickly, almost a afterthought. “that and because you're gaayy!”
KNOCK KNOCK
Both of them stopped, cocks bouncing slightly.
“Oy! You in there lov'e? I paid for the room already so get yourself ready!”
a voice, young and impulsive sounding, echoed outside the heavy door to the room. Daiquiri glared at Bourbon, whispering “I though you were keeping a lookout for company.”
Bourbon rolled his eyes “I cant pay attention to everything, specially with that out” he snapped, poking the other coon's cock-tip. He quivered a bit, pre leaking from him. Bourbon smiled. Widely.
“I got a idea.” he said.
“I hate your ideas” Daiquiri muttered softly.
The old coon smiled none the less and reached down between Daiquiri’s legs and grabbed his scrotum with no warning. He pulled and pulled hard, stretching them as he held Daiquiri's testicles in his arms like a pair of medicine balls. He wrapped his arms around the big fleshy nuts and pulled, stretching them further away from their owner's crotch. Once he had them high enough he shoved them hard into their owner's chest. The pair fell to the floor with a thump as the older coon straddled the younger. The visitor outside heard it too, as well as the odd high pitched grunts Daiquiri was producing. It felt like his skin was burning, flowing at Bourbon’s touch. The younger coon hated the fact that his elder could will his own body better then he could...but truth be told...that idea kinda turned him on. This however was not erotic as it usually felt. This was fast, rough, something to get it done. What he was doing, the tanuki couldn’t tell yet.
“You getting off already?! Come on, least wait till I show ya my goods miss!” the visitor called, banging on the door again.
“Justt a miinutee!” Bourbon called, his voice mimicking a rather slutty sounding woman. Before Daiquiri could question that, the older coon got up from his chest, his work done. Daiquiri sat up...and had to put his hands out in front of him as a sudden weight pulled him down towards the floor. He grunted and sat himself back up. He looked down and saw what had drug him down. A pair of round, full weights. BIG round orbs. Melons. Yaboos. Ta tas. Tits. Titty's.
Daiquiri squeezed his new breasts. And then Bourbon squeezed them too.
The D-cupped coon slapped the other across the snout, making him wince. His pained face turned into a giggling shit eating grin within moments. Daiquiri stood up, then teetered back a bit before catching himself. His face was red and steaming. “YOU FUC...” he started but was cut off.
“Lady? Come on now, don't give me the icy shoulder! I just want a bit o' the rough and dirty!”
the gentleman caller pleaded though the door, knocking it again and fiddling with the handle. Daiquiri didn't recall locking it but the fact that it wouldn’t open was a bit off. Bourbon motioned with his hands to it and gestured. “Magic remember. Must be a safety feature. Cant come in unless invited.” he whispered. The younger nodded, his tits bouncing slightly with the motion. Bourbon brushed against his side, hands finding his ass and then down between his legs. He found the coon's skin, pulled against him and smirked. “Id grow something down here, lest your customer get a big disappointment...” he smiled. Daiquiri cocked his head as he saw Bourbon starting to look strange, his fur becoming very static y and fluffed. As if he had been licking a semi conductor. The frizzy became more and more pronounced as he watched Bourbon’s body thinning, the coon standing still as he started to stand on his tail to stay upright. Thinner and thinner he got as his features became obscured by wild fluffy fuzz. Shortly there was a long rope shaped being covered with soft tan fur that felt almost like feather down. The snake shaped Bourbon slithered up Daiquiri’s shoulders and around his arms before becoming limp. A big fluffy feather boa on his round round shape.
Bourbon whispered, “Come on in!” and the door clicked loudly. The caller barged in, seeing a very plump, female raccoon standing in the doorway. She seemed a bit surprised to see him, but her lack of clothing and big heaving chest did plenty to distract him from that. Big hips, plump thighs ending with small feet. A almost strawberry scent coming from her. He mmmed a little at it. Her nipples were dark and firm, and as he looked at them she put her fingers to them and rubbed. They stiffened more and she gave a soft chitter sound. The caller smiled widely. He then bent slightly and gave a slight bow, introducing himself. “Kusai miss. I’m you...mmm...partner for this eve then.”
Kusai was something Daiquiri had not yet seen. At least, outside of a book. He was lanky and covered in a mix of hair and scales. Along his torso was naked pale green skin, his chest and stomach exposed from the thick darker green body fur that covered the rest of him. His hands were chimp like, but webbed like that of a otter and tipped with small sharp claws. Daiquiri’s eyes looked down his legs, finding that about at his knee the fur ended and scales began, thin legs with wide 3 toed feet that had sharp claws on their tips. Webbed much like the hands. Duck legs he thought to himself. The fur between his legs was coarse and seemed almost greased, so he couldn’t tell really what the creature was packing. But the fact he was attempting to play the part of a gentleman, he assumed this creature was a male. Kusai's face was bright and expressive, furred cheeks and brow, the face itself hairless like his chest and belly. He had simian features, a thick wide flat nose, big lips and a large brow. When he spoke Daiquiri could see very large teeth inside. And the only bit of clothing this creature was sporting was a turtle shell, worn like a hat. It matched the shell he had upon his backside. Daiquiri did a very poor courtesy to him, using Bourbon’s tips in lue of a skirt, and gave his reply. “I’m Da..Strawberry. Like a Daiquiri. Strawberry.”
He smiled, thick lips showing a bit of fang. “Oh right then. Strawberry's are mighty tasty.” he told the coon. He ran a hand over the thick shag between his legs and something stirred underneath. A fleshy pink tip poked out and grew longer, thicker. It had no clear head or shaft, merely a long protrusion that was pointed at the tip and thickened to it's base hidden inside the bush of green fur. His erection fully exposed, he jiggled it and Daiquiri could see a bit of roundness in the fur that let him know that this creature did have testicles inside that thick bush of fuzz. He swallowed slightly and breathed deeply. And regretted that, as he caught a whiff of what was apparently a kappa. A fishy stink. Like something that lived under a rock inside a pond...which by the look of him, was perfectly possible. And there was a musk to him. A male stink that made his nose twitch. He remembered what Bourbon had suggested to him and turned from the kappa and waddled to the bed. It was very soft indeed as he scooted his naked body across it and kneel-ed, keeping himself turned from the caller. He smiled at her and gently crawled into the bed as well, Daiquiri's round rump cheeks keeping his attention. The taunki was fine with this as he needed a distraction.
Daiquiri ran his fingers between his legs and found that indeed, the pulled scrotum skin that had left him with a very nice rack, had also left him smooth between his thighs. He could still feel his maleness underneath the skin layer and concentrated. He dug his fingers into his flesh, pulling and prodding himself until it started to part. A nub and then a tube of skin protruding from him and then settling into his grip. His shaft quivered in his hand as he felt Kusai come up against his backside, running his webbed paws over his ass and breathing on him. His breath stank much like the rest of him did. He casually picked the feather boa off his fat shoulders and set it around the bed rail, giving Bourbon a rather good view of the proceedings. Epspeicaly as Daiquiri held his cock in his paw and started to stick his thumb against the head. He mmmed and cooed a bit, face red and blushing. Kusai didn’t notice his date had a dick since he was too busy licking the tanuki's shoulders and neck, teasing him. His tongue was pointed and left thick drool on his fur as it tasted him. Daiquiri ignored that and moaned as his penis started to fold inward, further and further as he pushed his thumb and then a finger into it. The skin rolled downward and into the flesh until his digits sank into his groin. He started to come out of himself, slowly. He ran his thumb along his insides and the slit he had produced, folding flesh into lips and finding his urethra once more. A dandy pussy his cock had become. Then it hit him. He was a She. A flood of sex hormones flew into her system almost all at once. She quivered and bit her lip to hold in a scream. God she was horny...so soo horny...new thoughts and wants...cravings. She needed to address them. NOW.
She made a guttural lusty sound and suddenly her date found himself on his back. The tanuki rubbed her tits against each other, moaning and gasping. The kappa swallowed thickly and started to briefly wonder if he had picked the wrong room...
but then a warm wet sex slapped down on-top of his own and all was forgotten.
Lusty sounds could be heard coming from the room for several hours. Passers by, most of them either staff or guests, would often stop to put a ear to the walls for a quick listen. They heard screaming. They heard moaning. They heard chimp like sreaks and oooks. And various meaty twaping sounds. And of course the stink. Oooooh the stink. Like a jockstrap and very well used vibrator wrapped together. And then dropped into a fish tank for a few weeks for good measure. If the passer's by didn’t stop for a quick jacking off, they hurried on by, tending their erections and noses at once...
This had gone very off the rails he decided. The kappa moaned once more as the vice like pussy clinched around him. “Give me another!” she screamed at him, running her thick strong hands along his chest, pinching his nipples. He shrieked a bit as she twisted and his body responded, his hips bucking slightly under her heavy rump. His balls, drained and aching, shot another load inside her hungry snatch as she panted and rode him. The kappa panted, “Ple..pelase miss. I..i need a breather...i..iieeh!” he was interrupted as she stood up and turned around, her big ass suddenly mushed against his face as she hungerly took his cock in her mouth, slurping up the spent sex from it's shaft and then sucking for more. The tanuki had been training this simian turtle boy for many a hour and he knew what to do as his long tongue snaked into her sex, licking and lapping at her folds. She moaned around his cock until she started to grind her ass against his head. Harder and harder. The tongue having learned what to do as she climaxed in his mouth once again. His head came out of her ass cheeks with a wet pop sound and he gasped for air. Juices rolled down his face as he collapsed backward onto the couch. This woman was like a predator. And he had been subjected to this song and dance several times already. She slipped against his side, snuggling against his sweaty stinking skin. She ran a paw over his chest, dancing her fingers and then spoke firmly “ Five minutes”.
He swallowed thickly, afraid of what might happen if he refused. “just...just a bit..longer then that?” he muttered, looking away. He refused to look her in the eye again. That lust in her look. She was sooo damn horny that he swore she could be a dude...
And then a dude finally interrupted their proceedings. “Hi” he smirked as a pair of gigantic testicles bumped against the kappa's head as he was leaned over. Bourbon smirked at Daiquiri who was smiling ear to ear before he looked down at Kusai's face. “Sorry to interrupt but I've always wondered if this trick works or not...” he asked the kappa, getting a flustered, exhausted expression. “Wonder wha,.ktph...” he sputtered as Bourbon eased his fingers around the turtle shell he wore on his head and gave it a firm tug. There was a wet gush as pond water dumped out of from under the shell and onto the floor. Bourbon “Gah!”ed while Daiquiri held her nose and turned a bit green herself. The pond water stank worse then anything else the kappa produced so far. Kusai's eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp, tongue dangling from his lips. Daiquiri's eyes got wide and he crawled up the kappa's chest. He pulled on him a bit, making his rag doll form bounce up and down from the couch.
“Shit you fuckin killed him!” she screamed at Bourbon. He rolled his eyes. “I did not.” he snapped back. He pointed at the kappa's chest which, slowly, did rise. He smirked. “Still breathing isn’t he?”
Daiquiri rolled her eyes back at the older coon. Bourbon finished his thought aloud “I've always heard that if you spill the water from a kappa's head, they will be rendered helpless...” he poked Kusai's nose and barely got a twitch. “Or knocks him the hell out.” he shruged. Daiquiri got up from the furniture, brushing the pond water and various other fluids from himself. She was crusty and matted. Her fingers brushed her cunt and she twittered again. “Oohhoh”she mmmed under her breath, before attempting to compose herself. “do..do we need to like, get a sponge or something for that?” she pointed to the wet spot on the floor where the kappa's skull had emptied out upon. Bourbon shook his head. “Nah. The inside of his head is already getting damp again.
I'd wager he'll have enough to wake up in a few hours. We need to be far away from him when he does though. Kappa are mighty strong when pissed off. Or hung over...” he mused. Daiquiri nodded as her hand started to ease back to her lips once more. She grunted and made herself stop. “oh guh! Why why am I so horny...still!” she panted. Bourbon smiled and came up to her, running a paw over her shoulders. His stink...his scent...she tittered. She could smell his balls. His sex. Her lips dribbled down her legs again. “All tanuki are inherently male. We have to choose to be female if we want to...heh..well...make little tanuki's” he giggled. Daiquiri squirmed under his grip. “All those hormones...you go into heat almost instantly.” he finished. The younger coon gulped and her face flushed. “Oh..oh god I...i wont get preg...” but Bourbon stopped that thought. “No no no...as soon as you turn back into a male all that..um...donation will just be stored inside you like the rest of your sperm.”
Daiquiri nodded, having lost control of herself. “I..i need he..help to...” he muttered. Bourbon nodded as he ran his hand along her cooch, digging his fingers inside her. She screamed, his tender touch much more practiced, refined compared to Kusai's. She came on his paws as he reached and pinched the flesh inside her and pulled. He pulled and she moaned, louder then ever before as a pink fleshy protrusion started to emerge from her vagina and got longer. He pulled on it like a bit of taffy, until it popped wetly.
Daiquiri screamed like a woman as HE came in big ribbons of cum all over the older coon's hands. He panted and moaned, rubbing himself furiously. Bourbon ran a hand up to his chin and eased a finger into his lips, Daiquiri tasting his own fluids. A sticky salty mix of male and female flavors. He mmmed and sucked on Bourbon’s digit. He looked him in the eye. “This part is gonna hurt...” he told him.
And then Daiquiri's testicles dropped out of his chest and back between his legs with a heavy THWAP.
“As I was saying, did you have a plan?”
Daiquiri reiterated. Bourbon huffed slightly, ignoring him for the moment. The pair heaved and shoved, pushing the stinky warm body into the small bathtub of the room's walk in bath. He flopped into it boneless and his chin rested upright against the faucet. Daiquiri rubbed his own neck a bit and then adjusted the kappa's head best he could. “I do have a plan...I just needed time to...refine it.” Bourbon finally answered. Daiquiri rubbed his brow a bit. “Was that when I fucked his brains out the first three times, or did you wait till the 8th or 9th go around?” Bourbon smirked. “Mmm that was...distracting.”
The kappa now stored in the bathtub, Bourbon sat down on the toilet and sat back, arms up and supporting his head in that classic lazy man pose. “Well what do we know for sure?” he asked aloud, less a question and more of a case of keeping verbal notes. Daiquiri answered anyways. “That this is definitely a bordello.”
Bourbon nodded. “And im pretty sure that whoever owns this place is very strong in terms of magic.” he added. The coon gestured to the bathroom which, much like the room itself, was rather expensive looking. “Constructs like this take a lot of magic and concentration. More then I’d expect any one being to have by themselves...something is fishy here”
Daiquiri cut him off, “what if its more then one owner?”
Bourbon shrugged. “Maybe. But unless they all are sharing the same thoughts, this place couldn't be this precise. If any of their minds wavered on exactly where and what every little detail was, this place would be changing all the time.”
Daiquiri shrugged. “Fine. Some “one” runs it. What does that matter to us?”
Bourbon mmmed and scratched himself. “Matters in that I doubt we can just waltz right out of here.”
the younger coon scowled. “How'd you figure that?”
Bourbon sighed. “Remember, we were purchased. We are technically property. And if this place is fancy enough to have door locking spells, Id assume there's spells to stop the patrons from walking off with souvenir’s.” Daiquiri winced slightly.
“So we're stuck?”
“Mmm for the moment. Unless we can convince the owner to relinquish us.” Bourbon answered.
“How likely is that?” Daiquiri asked.
“Not very.” he was answered.
The older coon rubbed his chin a bit. Daiquiri blinked “Well, we could ask. Or at least meet them.” he told him. Bourbon grunted and shrugged. “Well I don't have a better idea yet so we can try that.”
He hopped down from the throne and stretched a bit. “We need a disguise” he muttered. Daiquiri immediately put his hands over his groin and backed away. Bourbon snickered. “No no no...you had enough of that for one day already. No we need something to blend in.”
“Why can't we go out like this?” Daiquiri questioned him.
“Tanuki aren't as common as we use to be. We need to be something less conspicuous.”
Daiquiri started to ask what would be common but then he remembered that they likely were on the 'other side' as Bourbon had put it. This place wasn't in the human world...he scratched his head.
Why had they been in the human world anyway?
He scowled and rubbed his brow. There was a terrible nagging in his brain that felt like a poker in his ass. Bourbon had got him so shit faced he couldn't remember why he had let the older coon drag him along to begin with.
He blinked. “Bourbon, why the hell did we go though all of that in the first place? I remember a bar and you ransacked my den...then we went to Big L's place....ugh! Its all fuzzy.”
Bourbon’s face froze for a moment before he eyed Daiquiri’s irritated confused expression. Something forgotten danced at the edge of his memory. “Wh..what else do you remember?” he asked softly. Daiquiri grunted and stamped a foot. “Yoou talked me into going on...on some sort of wild adventure and...then you got us turned into statues...and...” he frowned, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands in frustration. “I can't remember...its all a bad dream. We were fucking...and then I think there was a skull and...god I think I was in the ground...and I keep remembering that damn movie where the big boat sinks!”
Bourbon spoke a single word coldly. “Ale”
Daiquiri blinked “Can't you think of something besides booze for once?” he spat.
Bourbon let his usual calm collected tone settle back into his voice. And then he leaned forward and kissed the younger coon on the nose. He blushed and stood back a bit, bewildered. Bourbon smiled and spoke in a confident, commanding tone. “Listen to me very closely Daiquiri. You and I were, once upon a time, human beings. Its something we both forgot. And we might forget again someday. I don’t know if you'll forgive me for making you into one but I don't regret knowing you for a instant.”
Daiquiri stared at him for quite a long time as he absorbed this. And then he scrunched up his face and let of a pitiful pouting sound. The two coons wrapped arms around each other and stood that way for a good long time.
The pair shared what the could of each others fragmented memories until they had enough of a picture to work with. They had met in a bar and Daiquiri had agreed to become a tanuki. Bourbon had wanted to head to the “other side” but Daiquiri didn't know why. The truth was, Bourbon wanted to train him in the ways of the new species he had become. But now there was another reason: Ale. Bourbon didn’t know If the bastard was alive but he needed to see him. He was old even before he had given Bourbon his fuzzy figure. If anyone knew how to stop them from forgetting, it was him. The issue of training Daiquiri had started to solve itself however.
“Since I sired you, some of my knowledge has bled into you.” Bourbon smiled, almost teasingly.
Daiquiri grunted. “That's why I know you like...” and he then made a crude gesture with his fingers and tongue. The older coon nodded. “And that's why I haven't had to translate anything for you lately.” he smiled. That was true as well. The bordello's amenities all had Japanese writing on them, and the young coon had found he understood them. He spoke it as well, although It flowed from his lips less fluently the more he thought about it. If he tried to “speak” it, like the foreign language it was, he would slip into word soup. Letting his mouth run on instinct worked much better. Hopefuly, knowledge of some of Bourbon’s glamors and other spells and tricks bled over in the same way...
“Well, knowing how we got here doesn't get us out of this place...”Bourbon sighed a bit.
Daiquiri nodded. “We can still go try the direct approach. At worst the owner tells us no.” he said hopeful.
“Or he turns us into dung for our troubles.” Bourbon added.
The younger coon scowled. He stood up and crossed his arms. “Well Mr. sunshine, did you think of a disguise yet?”
The older smirked. THAT smirk. Daiquiri’s color left his face. “In fact, I did. At least yours.”
Daiquiri did not like the sound of that. Bourbon stood and put his hands on the coon's shoulders and spun him around. His thick paws pushed Daiquiri over and bent him over the bed. He felt Bourbon’s cock against his ass cheeks and he squeaked. His mind ran over the thoughts that could be going over Bourbon’s mind. He started to right himself but the older coon held him down easily. He swallowed thickly and whined “Wait waiitt waiit, you're..you're not gonna doo what I think you're gonna do?”
Bourbon smiled and showed all of his teeth. “Maaaybeee.”
And then Daiquiri noticed the thickening of the skin around his neck. He could feel it rubbing around his collar and shoulders as Bourbon held him down. Moving more and more as he felt Bourbon’s cock slip between his ass cheeks and into his body with barely a push. The area heated up and he squirmed, running his paws around his ass and Bourbon’s belly. He was reaching, bending boneless he noticed, trying to feel Bourbon’s penis. And he found to his dismay, that Bourbon’s member and his ass were one in the same now. Shortly he felt himself start to lift off the bed, held to Bourbon’s body by his rump, feeling that widening and flatting against the coon's groin. He kicked his legs, seeing they had lost most of their toes and were starting to flop around with nothing firm inside them. As he lifted up from the bed, he could feel something new. He remembered how horny he had been when he had been a she. That lusty drive that made him beat the crap out of Kusai with his clit. And that sensation was returning. He felt horny. But horny like had never been before. It was as if his penis had stuffed him in the trunk of a car and now was at the wheel, driving towards any hole it could find. He stiffened, arching his back as he felt his tail slap against Bourbon’s groin and stuck there. He felt it thin and flatten into a thick connection of skin, securing him to the tanuki's scrotum as part of a sheath. He ran his hands, said hands becoming fat flattening flippers of skin, all over his thickening body. Fur rubbed down to a thin velvet like layer as Bourbon transformed him in dramatic fashion. All that loose skin around his neck started to roll up his chin now, the coon struggling as he felt it trying to roll up his mouth and face.
He gasped audibly, mouth dribbling salty goo down into the skin fold as Bourbon’s now much larger hands gripped him. Everything was getting larger around him although he could tell he was still a good foot long and just as thick. He felt the old coon's practiced fingers rub over his flesh, teasing him and sending tingles down his shape, into the coon's own. Daiquiri realized he could feel himself being touched and feel the finger’s own sensation as they did so. He realized that his sensations and nerves were now connecting to Bourbon’s own. There was a fuzzy warm feeling creeping all though him as he felt himself becoming solid and thick, all meat and blood. He could feel Bourbon’s heart beating, pulsing, rising, and though him entirely. Bourbon’s fingers found the thick foreskin around Daiquiri’s chin and pulled and played with it, jerking slightly and curling his toes. He lifted his penis up to his lips and kissed Daiquiri’s forehead. The coon then rolled the skin up over his lover's snout, over his eyes and then over his entire head, having just enough skin to dangle off his penis and play with with his fingernails. He mmmmmed and purred as he felt precum oozing out of the thick opening and drooling on his finger pads. He ran a finger inside his foreskin, rubbing along his friend's face before he rolled the skin back down. A pink fleshy cock head greeted him and with a last tickle, shot a white hot gob of cum into his face. He blinked and let go, his cock flopping down and bouncing like a seesaw as he wiped the sticky slime from his nose and eye.
You did that on purpose didn't you?
I did not!
Yes you did. Or well, I did it to myself anyways. You are part of me technically now.
Oh god, this feels soo gooodd...
I know. And you are the prettiest penis i've ever had if I do say so myself.
You're an ass.
That was option B just so you know.
I know...why do I know?
You are connected to me. Literally now. This is the same as if I was thinking to myself.
...this is weird. Never-mind...
Hehee... if only you could see...well actually you can see...
The tanuki waddled to the bathroom and stood on the toilet, eyeballing himself in the mirror. He grined and the thick short penis between his legs, a different shade of fur then the rest of him, twitched.
I do look kinda...hot like this.
I’m glad you think so.
You...you are gonna change me back right? RIGHT?
….
….
….
Sooner or later.
Dammit don't do that!
Bourbon the tanuki laughed out loud to something only he had heard.
9
I stink...
Correction, “We” stink...
Daiquiri thought to himself. Or at least he would have if Bourbon didn't know his every thought as soon as he thought it. It had made conversing both fast and silent as they waddled down the halls of the bordello. Bourbon brought a paw between his legs, digging a claw along his scrotum. Daiquiri shivered and thickened slightly, his tip peaking out of the foreskin surrounding him. Bourbon answered without speaking a word.
“And...?”
Daiquiri couldn't think of a good argument. His mind was confused as it was, too much so to argue hygiene habits with the elder tanuki. His thoughts were Bourbon's thoughts, and vice versa. As was every other sensation the coon was having. Everything he touched, smelled, or eyed, Daiquiri experienced it in some manner as well. Distant things like the feel of the carpet under Bourbon's toes, or the walls when he drug his fingers along them. And he felt more “important” things to one in his state. Like the smell of unwashed musk. Bourbon's musk. HIS own musk. Or at least it was his odor now as a part of the old coon's anatomy. He liked the smells. Every time that Bourbon's nose picked up his own stink, blood and hormones flowed down his body and straight into Daiquiri.. The coon's sex drive was in overdrive, not so much from his lack of washing, but from the bordello itself. It stank. Of sex. And as a sexual being, that part of Bourbon's brain was on high alert. Daiquiri had found himself half chub'ed since they had left the room where a kappa still lay in the tub. He felt Bourbon's huge nuts below him, rubbing against his thighs and being bounced by them as well. Every brush of flesh stimulated him further. He wanted to cum. To shoot gushers of the creamy stuff all over the floor like a fire-hydrant. But at the moment, he had no way to address that. He had no arms, no legs, and worst of all, no penis. He also had little to no control of his body either. He had tried to bend one direction or the other and had only managed to twitch a few times. Bourbon said that felt nice...
Being blue balled while you were attached to a pair was a very frustrating state to be in. Daiquiri could “see” himself somewhat. A shaft, covered in darker skin that draped over his tip like a overgrown turtle-neck. Bourbon's sheath kept him pointed somewhat straight ahead as he walked. He had to admit it was a rather good way to disguise him. No-one would know Bourbon had a passenger. The coon turned phallus was less enthusiastic over Bourbon's own disguise however. The larger of the two twitched his cute pink nose and the whiskers on his snout vibrated in turn.
“You think I’m too cute.”
Bourbon prodded. Daiquiri's thoughts squirmed. He didn’t like being mentally naked like this.
“No, its...i dunno. Kinda...” he responded.
“Kinda what?” Bourbon asked, his thoughts seeming slightly perturbed.
Daiquiri contemplated lying but both of them knew that was a worthless endeavor. Although Bourbon did think it was cute the younger coon didn’t want to upset him.
“You look almost the same. You just changed your nose and added the ears and the...”
Daiquiri felt Bourbon angerly wag his cute cotton tail.
“Yes that too. I do think we look...mmm...” he lost his train of thought as he erected slightly. Bourbon's paws found him again and rubbed against his tip as he protruded more from the foreskin.
“Buuuuttttt....” Bourbon smirked, poking around in Daiquiri's brain. The old coon could feel his friend's thoughts as if they were his own, like a little nag that kept giving him opposing opinions from his own. He found his penis's thoughts on the matter and found that...he had a point. He hated being wrong. He grunted, annoyed but defeated. “You're right. I should make this more...dramatic of a change." he thought to his passenger, ” But don't think I’m lazy. You know damn well I’m lazy. I can however take a constructive criticism.”
With that Bourbon sucked in his impressive gut. And it stuck that way. Daiquiri could dimly feel the coon's bones and body moving, flexing and flowing as he became taller, his fat being pushed around, down his legs and hips. He could feel their feet elongating further. The toes wiggled and splayed. He felt their face contract and contort. He even felt their skull press downward as he reshaped it. Bourbon blinked and looked himself over. Daiquiri did as well. A shapely and plump body was before their eyes. He was much taller and longer than before too. Big feet and paws. A pot belly but nothing beyond being plump. Daiquiri could feel it when Bourbon ran his paws over his newly shaped face. Its contours were much improved from the earlier attempt. This time he gave it a real effort Daiquiri sensed. Bourbon's paw ran to his dick and flicked the tip. He grunted slightly and Daiquiri shivered a bit. “Ooooh. Ok bad idea..” he muttered aloud to no one. Then he blinked and snapped his fingers. “Almost forgot” he spoke aloud this time to the air. Daiquiri felt a shiver run along his shape as he felt the sheath containing him flex and stretch. A tuck here, a pull there. By the time Daiquiri emerged from between the rabbit's legs, he had a entirely new and exotic shape. Bourbon smiled. “Test wank?” he asked. Daiquiri throbbed in agreement.
“Soo...what are we gonna be seeing in this place?” Daiquiri asked his “driver” as he dangled in place. Bourbon's thoughts swirled in his head and Daiquiri could briefly tell the older coon was debating what to divulge and what to keep to his chest. Daiquiri gave off a wave of frustration. Bourbon felt it and sighed. “Fine fine. Don't say I didn't warn ya though.” he replied silently. “We are going to be shmoozing, fondling, and possibly spooning demons, monsters, ghosts, and likely a god or two.”
Daiquiri wished he had eyes to blink with. “..what?”
Bourbon smirked to himself. “That kappa was a kind of demon. Big L was another type before he...” the coon searched for the right words “contracted his current condition.”
Images of spindly imps in red spandex and thin mustaches danced though Daiquiri's head. Bourbon shook his own. “No not like that. Although those guys are around too.” the old coon corrected him. Daiquiri could feel the coon concocting a lesson for him even before he gave it.
“This is the 'other-side'. There are 3 layers to the world. The top, the middle, and the bottom. The human world is on the top layer. The places you go when you...” he drew a finger across his neck and made a “SQUICK” sound. “...are on the bottom and sandwiched between them is this place. This is where all the monsters and other things live.”
Daiquiri was silent for a good chunk of time. He asked finally, “Are we...monsters?”
Bourbon stopped and laughed aloud. Since no one was there with them it appeared the pot bellied rabbit had a touch of the crazy.
“No no...we're gods.”
Again, Daiquiri wished for anatomy he currently didn’t possess.
A short time later, as Bourbon was explaining the finer points of the last time he had slept with a chupacabara (“As soon as she asked me to turn into a goat I knew this three-way had gone south...”),
a form finally crossed their path.
They had been walking so long, down identical hallways, that Daiquiri had become convinced they were going in circles. The difference with this hallway was that it had a fox in it. And unlike most of the animal things Daiquiri had seen of late, this one was on all fours like his brain was used to. It looked at them with wide yellow eyes and looked a bit surprised. Bourbon, ever the instigator, smirked and took hold of Daiquiri and wiggled him at the animal. The fox made a grunt and turned away, tail flicked high and scampered down the hall. “The hell you do that for?” Daiquiri questioned.
Bourbon shrugged. “Least we know the right direction now.” he answered. The pair followed at a pleasurable pace until they stopped once again. The fox had turned a corner and stopped at the feet of a much larger fox. This one was standing on 2 legs and was wearing a formal silk kimono. That was the only garment he wore and it seemed more for show then function as its bottom was too short to hide his testicles or his ass crack. The seemingly feral fox came to the larger's feet and made a assortment of noises. The larger nodded and waved him off. He then spoke in a slightly raspy but easily understood voice.
“I’m sorry sir, my...” he searched his mind for a good term for lackey or underling,” 'counterpart' found you wondering around. Did you need some assistance?” he asked. His nose caught a whiff of them and suggested “Perhaps another pint or maybe another concubine?”
Daiquiri was reminded of the waiter at a snooty restaurant he once ate at. Bourbon paid it no mind, slipping into character. Even the voice that left his mouth was a little different. “Oohh don't mind little old me. Just a bit...shit-faced as you might put it.” he boozed. Again, wish for eyes to roll on Daiquiri's part. The fox smiled a strained expression, like he has smelt something foul and had to pretend it was roses. Daiquiri now noticed something was amiss beyond this fox's speech and walk. He had more then one tail. He had three. Bourbon noticed this as well and answered his cohort with his mind. “A 'kitchy' The more tails, the smarter and stronger they are...”
“A what?” The cock asked.
“Kistume.” he replied.
Daiquiri nodded, meaning he twitched slightly. If the fox saw it he didn't show it. The red furred animal nodded “well...yes. Is there something I may do for you even if you are sufficiently...intoxicated?” he tried. Bourbon smirked. His trademark. “Oh very much so. There's a dining hall somewhere in this hole. And since I have yet to stick my dick in it, would you point the way?” he asked. His belly grumbled in a extra bit of oomph for the request.
The fox led them down 2 more identical hallways (where the sounds of some particularly angry sounding sex was going on), until they came to a wide doorway. The fox opened the heavy doors and ushered them in. Bourbon's stomach made a sound like a duck being smashed in a waffle iron.
He smiled. Widely.
The dining hall of the bordello was a sight indeed for the hungry tanuki. Long rows of food of all kinds (and several things Daiquiri had never seen) steamed and awaited consumption. And all around were beings that were not humans. Then again, neither was he lately. And if he didn't have Bourbon to remind him of that periodically, he would forget he had been one period. Being a cock wasn't helping that either.
The vast majority of the creatures here were standing erect and had the shape of a man. But past the bipedal stance, there was a zoo's worth of species. Clothing was sparse if worn at all although from the way that some of them held themselves, it was because of the nature of this place then a lack of modesty. One expects to see bikinis and overabundance of skin at a pool. So a whore house would fall into the same category he supposed. Tails, horns, claws and peni of every shape and size dangled in plain view as Bourbon walked around the crowd. The sights and smells were making Daiquiri harden, and quickly. Thick muscular bull men. A sow with 4 rows of breasts down her chest. (each in it's own silk see though bikini top). Canines dressed in gold and Egyptian jewelry. A elephant ran his trunk along a horse's neck and down his back, stopping as he found the underside of his tail. Among all this debauchery, no one batted a eye at the rabbit that had come into the room. Bourbon had picked a decent disguise after-all as no one paid him a single glance. Daiquiri even saw another rabbit. Two in fact. A purple one wearing nothing but a smile while another one, red as a baboon's ass and dressed in black leather. That one scooted on all fours as the other lead him like a dog. Daiquiri couldn’t see his face through the gimp mask over his head but he seemed fine with the situation. The erection between his legs and the leash around his balls seemed to say that just fine. Bourbon noticed that as well apparently as Daiquiri felt a wave of sensation down his form. Once it stopped he realized that Bourbon had reshaped him again. The next time he saw the red rabbit's dick bounce between his legs, he found his shape matched it perfectly now. He heard Bourbon whisper in his mind “Perfectionist.”
Daiquiri finally decided what this place reminded him of. A cruise. Or at least one where you fucked instead of playing shuffleboard. Still, at least this part of the experience was familiar. Daiquiri briefly remembered something he had forgot. He had gone on a cruise before. As part of a business trip. What had he been? Visions of stock floors and numbers flowing like streams. A memory of his previous profession danced on the edge of his mind. And it was dropped when Bourbon bumped him against a woman's rump.
Her flesh against his shape. The soft fabric. The smell of her flesh and sex. All thought dropped from his mind as he stiffened up and left a slight dribble of clear pre on her dress. The woman, a skunk with a red dress around her toned body, made a slightly surprised sound and turned to see who had poked her ass. Bourbon smiled, blushing. He had a platter full of food, (and several things already in his mouth) and honest to god, had not meant to do that. She debated smacking him but let it go. The tanuki in disguise swallowed and cleared his throat. “Pardon me miss. I was after that rump in front of you and not the one under that lovely dress.” he told her. He pointed to the roast on the table she stood against to prove his point. She smirked, her brow strained a bit. “Its no issue...Mister...?” she asked, her tone like one would use with a child. Bourbon put up a paw and waved her off. “No names my dear. Ruins the thrill of the chase.” he replied. The skunk woman blinked, her petite and pretty face not expecting that. And then Bourbon took one of her soft paws and kissed the top of it. She stiffened and drew her hand back. Daiquiri finally shook off his arousal a bit, realizing what was going on once more. He peered at Bourbon's thoughts and giggled, although it was a bit frustrated. “Can't you go an hour without trying to sleep with someone?” he teased. Bourbon smiled. “Look who's talking.” he replied to him silently.
The skunk woman led them to a table as Bourbon stuffed his face. Daiquiri realized shortly that, while the old coon did indeed plan on a quick romp with this woman, he had a different primary purpose in mind: Information.
The woman dined daintily on a salad as the “rabbit” sucked down several plates full. She was kind enough not to be disgusted by his voracious appetite. Or at least kept it hidden. Bourbon kept his “charming drunk” persona on as he made chit chat. The topic bounced between the food and the accommodations (confirming that all of the rooms were identical) and the layout of the building. The bordello was two wings of rooms with a center consisting of the dining hall and staff areas. By claiming he had done nothing but drink and screw for the last several days, Bourbon coaxed the woman into believing he had no idea where anything was in this place. It was a semi truth. Bourbon didn't like to lie to women but he knew she was a big girl and could handle being his unknowing stool pigeon.
“Soo, heh I am curious what tastes a lovely lady such as yourself has.” he shmoozed between bites of duck and what Daiquiri assumed was calamari.
She measured her tone, debating what to proclaim. This rabbit was a chatty drunk that was for sure. She could smell his cock from here as well. He likely only had one thing on his mind. And the mind she meant was between his legs.
“The male wing has a lovely collection of suitors. A gryphon earlier this morning. He was well trained.” she smiled. “Even made coffee for me when I woke up.”
Bourbon smirked. “I bet I know what he used to stir the creamer”
the skunk impaled a crouton with her fork. “Likely not what stirred yours earlier. What is that odor I smell on you? Kappa? Oh I do hope you washed up after. I don’t think algae grows very well on testicles.” She quipped.
Bourbon smiled and slurped a bit of tentacle down his lips.
“Ooh what do I have to do to get you out of that dress?” Bourbon smiled at the black and white figure as she walked along. She rolled her eyes a bit. “You are insistent aren’t you?” she muttered. The rabbit smiled as he followed her. After Bourbon had stuffed himself so much he was visibly swollen, the skunk had excused herself and headed for the massage parlor. She had hoped to ditch her lagomorph suitor, but he had sniffed her out with little effort. She was shocked he could be that fast with that much food in his gut.
“Lilly?” a voice asked, stopping the skunk in her tracks. Bourbon stopped too and looked past her at the owner of the sound. Another fox, this time a bit taller and more erect standing then the last one. And like the last one he had more then one tail behind him. Six this time. As Bourbon had said, the more tails the more changes. This one stood as tall as they did and had none of the bent posture of the three tailed fox. He too was dressed in a kimono that did nothing to hide his balls. Although while the last fox had been wearing a rather drab brown one, this one was clad in a blue silken one with small purple diamond shapes on it. Daiquiri figured he must be of higher rank. 'Lilly' blushed a bit and looked back at Bourbon. There was shame on her face. The fox blinked and repeated her name. She looked back at him and both tanuki could easily see what transpired silently between them. Bourbon interrupted the scene, stepping between them. “Thank you for leading me to the staff area miss 'Lilly'. I won't trouble such a kind and lovely lady further on this old drunk's account.” he sloshed. Lilly swallowed and nodded. The fox eyed the rabbit and he eyed him back. They stood there a moment. Their faces both very serious. Until Bourbon stuck out his tongue and slapped the fox on the back. “Oh I had you going there didn't I!” he laughed at himself. The fox blinked. “I..I have no idea what you mean sir! You..you..' he stammered. He was young but spoke in the way noble sorts do.
Bourbon giggled. “Come on now. I’m not blind. You two are...” he winked twice and grinned in a very shit eating way. The fox blushed a bit now as did Lilly. Bourbon laughed a bit harder. “I promise ya, your stinky mistress here is an untouched flower.” he beamed.
Lilly scrunched up her face in confusion. Bourbon saw it and wiggled a finger. “You have a terrible poker face miss Lilly.” he told her. The skunk frowned but in a pleased way. The fox gave her a confused look. She shook her head and put a hand on his shoulder. She was a hair taller then him and her big fluffy tail could easily hide him. The fox adjusted his collar, then leaned in to quickly peck her cheek. She smiled and rubbed the scruff of his neck.
“Well I guess I wont be getting under that dress after-all.” Bourbon sighed. Daiquiri wished he could giggle at the moment. The old coon crackled his knuckles and looked the fox over a bit. “You seem trusting enough. I cant smell anyone on your dick aside from your lady here.” he declared. The fox's face flushed a bit.
“You are a rude little arse aren’t you.” he muttered. Bourbon took it as a compliment.
“Got a name?” he asked.
“Roku” the fox growled.
“You work here I assume?” the tanuki inquired. The fox nodded.
“Where's your boss?” Bourbon asked.
Roku gave him a cock eyed look. “...why do you want to see Master Kyu?” he asked.
The tanuki shrugged. “I have business with him.”
The fox rubbed the skunk's hand. Daiquiri read his face and whispered to the old coon silently “Must be hard to be celibate in a whore house. Or to date your coworkers” he told him. Bourbon agreed.
This clearly was not just some lecherous drunk the fox decided. This creature was clearly something else entirely. Something old and well versed in the art of trickery. The rabbit wanted him to know it too. He was toying with him.
The fox swallowed and said softly. “You smell strange. I can sense something strange about you. If I can sense it, Master Kyu will too.” he warned. His multiple tails waged angrily.
Bourbon smiled. “Well that's my problem now isn’t it?” and added
“Of course, we all have our own problems now don't we?”
The fox was silent for a good moment before he spoke again. “Master is in a meeting. Take the left hall and go to the room with the 9 written on it.”
Bourbon nodded and gave a little polite bow.
The fox nodded. “I assume you will not mention myself or my love.” he asked.
Bourbon nodded. “Already forgotten.”
-
The taunki in disguise and his penis took the fox's directions and made their way deeper into the compound. They saw less and less patrons and soon none at all by the time they came to the last hallway. Bourbon had danced and swayed as if drunk off his ass the whole way. To keep up appearances of course. The fox waiters with booze on trays that kept passing by did help however. Bourbon eventually slowed to a crawl and waited till no one was near by. He thought a moment and pressed one of his big ears against the wall and listened. At first nothing. He scooted along the wall a bit more. Inch by inch until he could hear soft mutters of voices. At least two. He leaned away from the wall and eyed the door several feet away from him. A large kanji for 9 was etched right onto the door in gold. He scooted closer and closer, soon having his big ears right on the door.
SMASH
There was a thick shuffling of feet and Bourbon stiffened. He could hear at least one of the voices inside the room coming to the door.
SLAM
Said door opened with a bang, and was breached by a tall and sinewy form. Another fox. A BIG one. Nearing 6ft tall (which to shorties like the taunki made him a giant) It was nude save for the silk robe over his body that touched the floor and drug behind him like a shroud. His furred body was a copper tone and he glittered a bit, as if he had rolled in gold dust before popping though the door frame. His canine face was scowling, the top of his head sporting a long collection of fur like a lion's mane, pulled and tied back into a pony tail. Long ears reached back from his head and pointed backwards. He strode forward, walking on the tips of his toes and went down the hall. A set of nine fluffy tails poked from under his robe and all of them danced angrily together. The kitsune had not noticed the big potted plant that sat next to the doorway. Nor did he see it when the potted plant grew short fat legs and waddled into the now open room. Lucky for the tanuki, no one else was inside. Bourbon swelled, leaves becoming fur, bark turning to flesh again and rubbed his neck. He popped it a bit and stretched his back. Daiquiri wiggled and poked out of Bourbon's bare groin flesh like a pimple before he grew back to full phallic shape. The rabbit disguise had been abandoned, leaving Bourbon his usual, giant scrotum-ed self. The big ears were bugging his neck anyways...
The coon eyed the room. It was a conference room, adorned in red velvet and gold trim. Walls lined with cabinets full of expensive looking trinkets and weapons. Daggers and the like. A long table with several chairs lining it's sides. The table itself was a dark expensive wood and smelt of money. And burning. As there was a smoldering mass of blackened plastic sitting on it. Bourbon eyed and poked it, finding it had lately been a phone. He sniffed the melted mound and scowled. “Foxfire” he muttered. Before Daiquiri could ask what that was, they both heard venomous shouting down the hall where the kitsune had gone. “Better camp out here...” Bourbon muttered aloud. He then wrapped his hands around his penis, gripping it tightly before pulling it right off his groin.
He tossed it on the floor and grunted slightly, as if taking a shit. Another cock swelled and popped out of his skin in moments. His real one. Discarded, Daiquiri wiggled on the floor in a confused state. His brain scrambled as he took in the fact that he was no longer attached to the old coon's warm flesh. The thought that “Do babies feel this way when the umbilical is cut?” crossed his mind. He shuddered and forced himself to shake it off. “You're not a cock you're not a cock” he told himself repeatedly. The member on the floor thrashed and swelled like a sausage in the microwave too long. It browned and then started to deform, growing legs and arms, the fat cock-head growing ears and a face. Shortly, Daiquiri knelt on the floor, panting and spitting, cum oozing out of his mouth and nose. Bourbon ran a paw over the reforming coon's snout and wiped the fluids off, putting them in his own lips. “Hurry up and get in place. He's coming back...” he whispered before eying the room. He hmm-med and then smiled. Setting upon the desk was a old fashioned drinking bird toy. The toy was roughly the size of a soda bottle and slowly rocked back and forth, drinking from the empty plastic glass in front of it silently. Daiquiri shook his head when he saw the look in Bourbon's eye.
“Really?” he croaked. More cum oozed down his lip and he sucked it up. The old coon nodded. The younger smirked now. “What if that thing is someone in disguise too?” he offered. Bourbon shrugged. “Well they are shit outta luck.” he answered, smashing the bird with his fist and quickly sliding it off the table into a trash can.
Bourbon coon hopped up onto the table now and started to change, mass shriveling as he became smaller and his shape elongated. His arms disappeared into his torso as it thinned into a tube. His balls followed as they became transparent and filled with liquid weight in his back end. His head swelled and rounded, filling with a counterbalance. Eventually the weight took effect and the plastic tanuki dipped downward, his snout 'drinking' from the empty glass and then rearing back up. The top of his head seemed to flatten and then stretched forming a plastic hat on-top of his plastic skull. Shortly the coon was a copy of the drinking bird he had smashed. Daiquiri smiled and tapped the testicles turned counterbalance, making Bourbon twitch a bit. The younger coon rubbed his chin, debating. Truth be told he wished Bourbon had left him attached to his groin. And the fact that he was feeling this pang made him know if he stayed that way for too long...best not to think what would eventually happen.
That and he wagered that keeping him as a part of his body was more of a strain on the old coon. Daiquiri's own body ached in strange new ways and he figured he was experiencing a transformation fatigue of sorts. If Bourbon was as sore as he was getting he did not show it.
Daiquiri could hear the steps down the hall getting closer and he panicked. The coon quickly shoved one of the chairs out of the way and stood in its place. The coon bent his himself backward and touched the floor with his palms while his feet stayed on the floor. From this crab like position the coon shoved his tail between his legs, holding it straight upward. His tail started to flatten and widen, lengthening as he started to change shape. His legs and arms squared up as his paws curled into round tips. The coon kept an eye on the chair he had moved for reference as he transformed. His fur turned to wood. His belly fat softened and swelled outward, becoming a cushion. He felt his head mush downward against his fabric moobs and gut. His body ached like he was forcing a cramped muscle to move. Nothing fancy this time. Just look at the chair...copy the chair...think like a chair...be a chair...
Soon, a identical seat sat in place under the table. Neither the bird nor the chair moved an inch...
Kyu strode back into the room moments later. He was still too irritated to notice anything had changed in the room. The heated fox sat down in the chair at the head of the table with a flop. He ran his long thin fingers along his brow, kneading the flesh. Painful stars and tightness nipped at his consensus. His body shuddered slightly. He opened an eye, big and yellow, and noticed the still smoldering mound of phone. A vein twitched in his forehead and he sighed. He cursed himself. How could he let himself get so enraged so easily? It was...unbecoming of him. He was thankful that no one had seen that outburst but him and the room. Of course the “san” had heard him. But the lower 3 tail was likely now deaf in that ear. If he was smart that would be the only loss he would have today.
The 9 tailed fox leaned forward and steepled his hands together. The long claw tips clicked against each other softly. He remembered his breathing exercises and followed them. By the time another 'san' had come into the room he appeared to be his usual collected self. The smaller hunched fox sat a new cellphone on the desk and stood waiting for another order. Kyu shoo'ed him away with barely a glance. The fox did so, breaking onto all fours as he left as fast as he could. The kitsune took the new phone and quickly tapped in a number with his delicate claw tips.
“Yes...yes...send him to me please...” he spoke. The irritation in his voice was clear but controlled. Then he was told something he hated to hear: Excuses. “I don't care if he is fucking.” he breathed. He flicked his tongue, long and thick, on his teeth a bit. “He can bring the girl with him on his cock for all I care. Get him here....” he could feel the rage swelling in his guts. Swirling. Trying to escape. “...please.” he finished.
He sat the phone down and fiddled for a hidden drawer on the underside of the table. The new chair could see it easily from his vantage point. The fox had the pack of smokes he had hidden and quickly popped one in his lips. The package was burnt and crushed, having seen plenty of use. Bourbon noticed oddly enough, it was a human brand.
The fox ran a finger to the cigarette’s tip and the thing instantly lit with nary a delay. The fox sucked on it greedily and reclined back, smoke bellowing out of his nostrils and dark lips. He mmmed. And stuck 2 more in his mouth.
There was only time for the kitsune to half finish all 3 smokes before his phone buzzed. He eyed it briefly and nodded, plucking the butts from his lip. Bourbon waited for a ash tray to be produced but merely watched as the fox incinerated the smokes into ash with barely a twitch of his fingers. The fox waved the fine ash into the air and waited for his guest. He then noticed the melted phone was still there. He grunted and picked the lump of black plastic off the table and tossed it in the trashcan. The discarded drinking bird inside kinked softly from the impact. As he waited there, the fox occupied himself by trying to clean the scorch mark off the table with the tip of his robe.
Shortly, A distant cursing could be heard before heavy thick footsteps came from up the hall. The two tanuki watched as Kyu stood and adjusted his robe, running his claws through his hair, and even taking a quick moment to scratch his balls before returning to his seat.
More foot steps, the thick heavy ones and smaller shuffling ones.
A fat wide body pushed the door open without a knock and stomped in, accompanied by several other pairs of feet. Daiquiri could only see shins and paws from his viewpoint. A few balls and the tip of a camel-toe if he strained his field of view. He was too scared of being spotted to move his eyes from where he had left them when he changed. Bourbon however had a perfect vantage point to see the new arrivals. The bird tipped and drank quietly. Watching. Contemplating. Things had just gotten more complicated.
“Evening kitsune!” Big L bellowed in a thick hearty voice. Kyu's left eye twitched slightly. He HATED when he was not addressed by his name. Or at least a appropriate title like Sir or Master. The fox and the unseen spy’s eyed the fat ceramic cat as he stood in the doorway. At his side was three more of the lower kitsunes, attempting to reign him in. The fact he had stomped down the hallways and hadn’t bothered even a bit of clothing did not look highly on them. Or the fact that the big cat had indeed brought the whore that was attending him along. The hippo girl was dressed in nothing but gold chains that dangled from her thick pink nipple piercings, said nipples popping nicely from her purple hide. She clung to the white feline's arm like a grape flavored decoration. She was a bit wider then he was and just as tall. Apparently Big L likes them big.
Bourbon eyed her face and debated if she was merely playing her part or if she was too stupid to know this was a poor idea to come along. She ran a paw along the cat's fat chest, teasing one of his hard nipples. Big L's flesh was still as hard and shiny as ever. Bourbon did see a bit of...age to him. His painted on face and even the small spots on his back seemed a bit paler. Almost scuffed.
Speaking of changes. While the hooker and the servants kept Big L occupied, one more member of his group had followed behind and closed the door.
Wallace adjusted his glasses and his nose twitched cutely when he did so. The rabbit faced man had become more bunny than man since last they had seen him. His ears were bigger. His feet were as well. And from the view of his rump when he turned, Bourbon saw he had cute twitchy little tail. And while he had previously been mostly hairless like the other humans had been...that was no longer the case.
His thin coat-hanger of a body was now coated in a soft white fur. If Bourbon was a gambling man, which he was, he'd wager the rabbit had only recently gained his new coat. The way he held himself was a give away. Nervous. Fidgety. Cute in a way. He was dressed in a dark red kimono with white trim that hung a bit too big on him. The hole in the back for his tail also exposed a good view of his butt crack. Not that that bit of indecent exposure mattered much here. Big L's cock was still erect, and protruded from his legs like a spout from a erotic tea kettle.
Kyu spoke in a tight controlled voice. “Mr. L.”
The cat smirked slightly. Ever so slightly. He motioned to the chair Daiquiri had become and Wallace was quick to pull it out for him. The coon in disguise gave up and moved his eyes from the chair-seat’s edge and directly on the seat. He had just a moment to move again before a wide white taint and cheeks sat down on him. He strained. The coon tightened himself and managed to only bow slightly as the fat cat sat himself down and got comfortable. It took Daiquiri only moments to recognize that smell. That slick china like skin. That big cork between his ass cheeks. Big L.
He had never wanted to see that bastard again. Least of all his taint. Although it did answer a question he had since he met him. The cat did indeed have genitals. He knew that because he could feel them on his head.
The chair began to rethink his poor choice of disguise...
Wallace took a seat next to his boss while the working girl made her way around to the other-side of the table. Kyu took a moment to breath in her scent. A pleasant perfume of arousal to match her lovely...wide features. Shame he didn't recall her name. “Miss...?” he offered as she sat down near the drinking bird. She eyed it and giggled at its bobbing motion. Her chair made a groan as if it was screaming. “Poppy” she told him. He nodded and turned to his other underlings.
“Leave.” he growled. The foxes vacated with great speed.
Wallace swallowed slightly. “Um..should I leave too?” he asked.
Big L hee haw'ed a bit. “Oh don't let him scare you. I'M much scarier then he is.” he laughed. The fox's brow twitched a bit but he spoke softly. “No. You should stay. I don't know if your boss can comprehend simple instructions. He may need a translator.”
Big L stopped laughing but kept his smile on. He put his hand out and Wallace was quick to produce a cigar and hand it to him. The cat smirked and pointed the tip of it at the kitsune. Kyu showed all of his many pointed sharp teeth in a grin that would make children com-bust. The cigar tip lit up and glowed red with barely a flick of the fox's finger. Big L nodded and started to puff away at the stogie. He mmmed and breathed the smoke out, his chair creaking a bit. Bourbon wondered a bit if he was imagining it or if he did hear Daiquiri calling the cat a “fatty fatty fat fucker” in his mind.
Big L spoke matter of factually now that the initial dick waving period was over. “While I do appreciate letting me drink your drinks, smoke your smokes, and have my way with your whores...” he winked at Poppy at that last one.
“...I know there's a reason you drug me away from my fun. Is there a problem?”
Kyu nodded. “There is. I thought I was being most generous with you. Not only did I help you unload your merchandise, but I invited you to my establishment free of charge.”
The cat nodded. “Very kind of you to do so.” he added. “shame Miss Poppy has been the only 'real' woman i've found here yet.” he mmmed. Poppy giggled a bit. Bourbon could smell her clit as it dribbled on her seat. Kyu's eye twitched again. “I'll make a note of that...” he muttered.
He turned his yellow eyes to Wallace. “Please Mr. Wallace. Do read off the ledger for me.” The rabbit nodded and dug through his robe, finding his notes and digging through them with the practiced speed only a rabbit could manage. He stopped and read off “ 5 dragon eggs...2 monkey paws...3 kilos of cocaine...5galons of Tanuki semen...” Daiquiri twitched a bit at that one. As did Big L.
Bourbon's plastic beak didn’t show his smile. Daiquiri wondered to himself how long Bourbon was going to let him go on without knowing his spooge was worth being smuggled alongside cocaine.
The rabbit continued “...3 phoenix feathers...35 cell phones...2 fax machines...converting equipment for the electronics...40 cases of Red Apple Cigarettes...2 gold statues...1 Necro-...” but Kyu stopped him with wave of his hand. “There we are. The statues.”
Big L's ceramic face said nothing. Being painted on was a built in poker face. “What about those?” he said dismissively.
Kyu smiled and showed his teeth again.
SSWUTHUNK
Daiquiri creaked under the fat cat again as something rocked him backward. He would have tipped over if it wasn’t for the fact that he had made his back legs swell up. He pushed against both the fat ass siting in him and whatever was shoving him backward. The result was the chair titling but staying upright.
Big L made a sputtering sound as the thick hand wrapped around his throat. Kyu hadn't left his seat. He had merely stretched out his arm across the table and wrapped his hand around the cat's throat. The arm stretched a good 4 feet long and hadn’t lost any strength from being extended like a rubber band. His hand had grown longer too, fingers warping around the cat's fat throat neatly. Big L gripped the fox's wrist with his ceramic fingers, trying to pry him off, maybe break his wrist if he could get around it. The fox tightened and there was a dull KRKRINK sound. Big L became very very still. A hairline crack had grown along the side of his neck and snaked up the edge of his right cheek.
Kyu smiled and tilted his head, cocking an ear to listen to that sound. “Ooooh. Now that is interesting. I was wondering what would happen when I did this. I was afraid that pottery you are made of would bend or maybe deform. But no!” He laughed and took a moment to dig a claw-tip into the thin crack. Big L squirmed and smacked his hard tail against the fox's fist. The dull twaps didn’t make him let go. “Ooh this is soo tempting. I really want to see if you just drop dead or if you'd still be alive with your head detached.” he breathed soothingly. This was the relief he was wanting earlier.
The cat made a gagging noise and his painted on face strained further. Bourbon didn’t think he could actually be strangled to death but that was the least of his worries now. “But...I’m a gracious host. You aren't my property. It would be rude of me to simply snap your fat head off your neck and send your assistant home with you in a trash bag. No, I will let you fix your mistake.” The cat growled and mewled.
“You see, I was under the impression those statues were just that. Statues. Two fat tanuki statues to sit and look expensive on the floor.” he started, taking a moment to again get a smoke from his hidden pack. He puffed on it as the stogie in L's lips burned away without being puffed.
“But I was told today that...heh, whadya know! They've gone MISSING.” he snapped. He was almost giggling at that last word. “All my servants found this afternoon was a big pile of melted gold flakes and what I assume was golden vomit.”
Big L kept up his squirming but choked out. “TH...THAT WASNNT SUPOSE TO HAPPGGK!”
The fox tightened his grip. The big crack snaked up another inch along the cat's cheek. “Oh?” the fox inquired. The fat cat spat “FUC..KK THEY MUSTA HAD A COUNTERSPELL OR SOMETHIN! THEY WEREN'T SUPOSE TO TURN THE FUCK BACKK!”
Kyu released his hand from around Big L's throat. The cat (and Daiquiri), no longer having the force shoving against them, both fell over onto the floor with a thick thud. The cat showed amazing speed as he rolled over and stood up, hands around his throat as if it had been cut open. His painted on eyes were wide and worried, feeling the large crack in his neck fat.
Kyu looked at his sharp fingernails as he inspected one that had broken. He huffed on it and took out a nail file and began to file it. “Well MISTER L. It did happen regardless. I want you to go though this place and find them. Drag them back to me. I paid for decorations. I will have them even I have to stuff them myself.”
The white cat looked at him and said nothing. He merely shoved the door open and stormed out, breaking the hinges as he left. Wallace sat in his chair, a puddle having developed between his legs. Kyu paid it no mind as he stood up and snapped his fingers. Poppy quickly stood up (the chair her ass had been attached to falling off about 2 steps later) and left as well. Kyu adjusted his robe and straightened his hair once more before looking at the rabbit. “Be sure your...employer doesn't make a bigger fool of himself. You seem to have a brain between those big ears. Tanuki are fond of drink, women and food. They are likely in one of the rooms, knee deep in my booze and my whores. It should be just a matter of elimination.” he instructed him. The fox sucked the smoke in his lips to nothing and spat out the butt then strode out the door. Wallace started to breath again but then the fox stuck his head in once more and smiled. A “friendly” smile. Wallace's robe dampened more. “Oh and please, clean up a bit in here would you? I don't mind the smell of rabbit piss but not in my conference room. There's towels in the 3rd cabinet on the left.” he added. And then he left. The rabbit stood in the room, not moving for a good ten minutes. Once he was sure the big fox had left the area, he found the cabinet and produced several towels. He took his robe off and wiped himself dry before he spoke very softly. “You two can come out now.”
“So how long did you know we were in here?”
Bourbon asked as he finished growing back to his correct size. Daiquiri peeked up, still sitting on the floor as he was willing his chair legs to become racoon legs again. His body was being painfully slow and resistant to returning to his 'normal' form. Wallace smiled a bit. And pointed to Daiquiri's underside. The younger tanuki gave him a cock eyed look and then bent his head back to look under his still chair shaped body. He blushed. He had a penis wiggling back at him.
“Most chairs don't have cocks on them.” Wallace answered. Daiquiri grunted and pushed himself to change back faster. He was less annoyed that he had gotten a hard on while disguised, but more that it was Big L's stink that had gotten him hard. He needed to punch his dick for that one.
Bourbon rubbed his brow. “I take it Big L can't smell much with those cigars in his mouth all the time.” he reasoned. The rabbit nodded. “Neither can our client considering how many cigarettes he ordered. The human brands are much stronger here. This room stinks like a ash tray” the bunny commented.
Daiquiri stood up finally and popped his back. It made a horrid KRRKCCK sound as he did. God he hurt all over. There was a creak followed by rustling and then the young coon was handed a thick glass bottle. He looked over and saw the booze bottle had been liberated from the cabinet behind him. He scowled and then smirked.
“Really?” Daiquiri questioned. Bourbon nodded. “You my friend are too dry.” he smiled and then made a chugging motion to his cohort. The tanuki shrugged and upended the bottle into his lips.
Wallace let the pair drink while he did as he had been told. He straightened the chairs, cleaned up the piss he had made on one of them, and even managed to remove that burn from the table top. Bourbon whistled at how pristine he had made the place look. And the fact the rabbit had done all the tidying up ass naked wasn’t hurting either. The rabbit smiled. Bourbon eyed his bunny rump and pinched it. Wallace yipped and slapped his hand away. The coon giggled. “Sorry. I have a condition.” he laughed.
Daiquiri rolled his eyes between swigs of vodka.
Once the bottle had expired he breathed and hawed a bit. “Oohh...that’s good shit.”
Bourbon fished another out from the cabinet and started to empty it as well.
Daiquiri smacked his lips a bit and frowned as a thought occurred to him. “So I take it Big L wasn’t lying about that. The us not turning back part. Right?” he questioned. The rabbit nodded. “No. He wanted to get even with your partner here.”
Bourbon took a swig with nary a reaction. Daiquiri spoke for him.
“So, why did we turn back?”
The rabbit blushed and smiled. Daiquiri smiled back and his heart warmed. “I swapped the curse coins out before he transformed you. Those ones were the real spell that you were told about. The one Big L had meant to use...well...you would have never turned back.” the rabbit confessed.
Daiquiri wrapped his arms around the rabbit and hugged him tightly in a drunken flash. Wallace blinked and blushed red though his white fuzz. Bourbon waddled over to them and patted the rabbit on the shoulder. “Seems we owe ya fuzz butt.” he said. The rabbit smiled. Daiquiri asked quietly, face half buried in the rabbit's fur. “Why did you care about us? You had barely met us. And all those others...”
The rabbit looked away. “Most of those other statues had been there long before I came along. Nothing I could do there. I helped you two because...you...you Daiquiri. You drank with me.” he said. The coons blinked. “I don't mind Big L. I'm use to him. He can be nice...in his better moments. And Mr. Spend a Buck..” Daiquiri gave him a confused look. The rabbit blinked. “the horse. That's his name. He..he was friendly enough but...he'd come to work and go home to his mare.” Bourbon wondered if that was literal or not...
The rabbit continued. “I couldn't really go home. I was home in that office. This is the first time i've been out of that place in longer then I can remember. When you two showed up... I hadn't had someone be nice to me in a long time...”
Daiquiri squeezed him tighter. He buried his snout in his neck fuzz and thanked him in muffled mutter.
“Alright. I think we've had enough hugging.” Bourbon interrupted. The young coon pulled himself off of the rabbit and tried to compose himself. He was teary eyed again.
“Why are you and Big L here anyways. I assumed we would just be smuggled in and shipped away.” Bourbon asked quickly. Wallace cleared his throat a bit. “Truth be told we've had a hard time of late. We sold you and a lot of other merchandise as a group. It was so large that our buyer insisted we deliver in person. He didn’t trust us.”
Bourbon smirked. “He had reason apparently.”
Daiquiri shook his head and then his entire body. “Ok. ok. So, what the hell do we do now?” he asked.
“Asking nicely to be let go is out of the question.” Bourbon said aloud. He resisted adding “I told you so”...for now.
“I assume you two are under his property clause. You cant leave unless he relinquishes you or...” the rabbit's eyes looked away.
“Or...?” Daiquiri asked out loud. Bourbon answered him.
“Or we kill him.”
Bourbon took a swig.
10
“Are you sure this will work?”
Wallace asked shyly. He wasn't use to questioning someone. Ever.
Big L required a heavy tact to make any sort of suggestion. The tanuki pair however were much more receptive. Hiding in this room specificly had been Wallace's idea after all. The rabbit watched with fascination as Bourbon had begun to masturbate until he was producing a good supply of pre-cum. He then took to smearing it along the edge of the doorway while Daiquiri took over his hand job. Bourbon had barely any change in his voice despite getting a handy as he spoke. “I've been gypping places outta room & board for years fuzz butt. I know how to hide a door.”
Wallace nodded and had no choice but to take his word for it. He watched the coon smear his sex fluid along the wood, very practiced in his work. Once finished, the coon put his fingers to the door frame's edges and spoke something soft and hushed. The smears started to steam and bubble. The smell of boiling pre-cum was a scent no-one in the room would soon forget. As the slime boiled, all three of them watched the wood and wallpaper beside it start to melt. A invisible finger was smudging the wood like wet clay as the doorway and wall fused. Shortly, Bourbon stepped back and the door was now clearly sealed to the wall. Daiquiri whistled a bit. “Neat. You need to teach me that one.” he added.
Bourbon nodded. “On my to-do list.”
Wallace came up to the door and touched it. The wood and plaster felt cool and unchanged. He tapped it. Despite what his eyes were telling him, that the wood and wall had been fused as if by a blowtorch, his fingers felt something else. “The door...I can still feel where the edges are.” he muttered. Bourbon grunted in agreement. “Despite my awesomeness, I can't melt the door and the wall together. This spell just hides the door's presence. The real impressive part is the other side of it. It should look like there was never a door there to begin with.” he informed the rabbit.
Daiquiri hmmed a bit. “We could hide out here for days if need be.” he said aloud. Bourbon nodded. “Not for too long. As tempting as living forever in a whore house is, I have other plans.”
Wallace rubbed his shoulders though his robe. It still smelt of pee but he didn't want to go around naked as his friends were. The bunny wasn't use to all this excitement. Bourbon looked his way and asked. “Speaking of this room...”
The rabbit blushed a bit and nodded. “Right right. This is the old bathhouse.” he informed them as he motioned for the coons to follow. The area was still a mix of reds and gold trim but that quickly gave way to wooden plank flooring and thick sliding doors. One long row of hallway lined with doors on each side, each sliding door containing a small square shaped room. Each contained a large hot-tub built into the floor. At the end of the short hall was a steam room and through that room was a small pool. Said pool was decorated with palms and rocks to give it a grotto feel. Sadly, there was not a drop of liquid in any of these vessels. The grotto lost something with all the plants long dead. The entire area had a soft layer of dust on it and a old chlorine smell as well.
“When we first arrived, Kyu gave us a short tour. This bathhouse hasn't been used in a few years.” Wallace informed them. “From what I gathered from the staff, there was some sort of change of ownership.” he motioned to the forgotten rooms with a sad shrug. “Shame. This part looks like it could be really pleasant.”
Daiquiri ran a paw over the rabbit's shoulders. “Thank you for helping us again.” he breathed in his ear. The rabbit blushed.
Bourbon walked past them and eyed one of the hot tubs. He scowled at the dust lining it and looked around for some way to turn back on the water supply. Wallace shook his head. “Don't bother. The water has to be cut off by now.” he reasoned. Bourbon ignored him and kept looking around.
Daiquiri let him be and asked a question of the bunny. “You don't plan to stay much longer with us right? Big L is gonna be wondering where you went to...”
The rabbit smiled, flattered that the tanuki was worried for him. “Its OK. Really. I know Big L's moods. Right now I’m the last thing on his mind. If anything I should stay out of his way for now. He won't start looking for me until its time to leave.” he assured him.
Bourbon piped in from inside the steam room. “Our favorite tea-pot is probably trying to fix his neck right now. Then he'll stomp though every damn room in here before he moves on to breaking every inanimate object he sees.” the coon commented.
Wallace nodded. “Sounds bout right.”
Bourbon came out of the room finally, holding several towels and a old rock hard sponge. “Kyu and his staff are more likely to find us before he does.” he said flatly as he handed the young coon and rabbit the cleaning supplies. “The hell are we doing with these?” Daiquiri questioned. The sponge he was holding felt like it was fresh from a fossil pit. The coon had also found several dusty bottles of floor wax and cleaner.
“WE are going to tidy up a bit.” he answered simply.
“Why?” Wallace asked in confusion.
Bourbon smiled. “You don't expect us to fuck you in a dirty tub do ya?”
==
Wallace had stood in place a good 5mintues before he realized he should be working. Although he wouldn't exactly call this work. This was more like helping gather supplies to bake a cake...except this cake was for fucking. And he was the cake in question. After seeing how piss poor Daiquiri was at cleaning the floor, Bourbon had taken him with him to attempt to restart the water supply. This left the rabbit by himself to clean out the tub. The old coon had only asked him to clean this one room but rabbits are speedy things when they are promised sex (even if Wallace himself was too shy to admit that). He had cleaned the first tub and the room in record time. He could hear the two coons talking nearby but didn't eavesdrop on them. He merely continued to clean, moving on to the next hot tub. And the next...
==
“Not a bad view...” Daiquiri teased his elder. The old coon grunted and wiggled his ass for the youngster’s pleasure. “Get down here please. I need help with this.” Bourbon barked.
Daiquiri knelt down and crawled on his hands and knees until he was right against Bourbon's side in the cramped space. The crawlspace was located directly under the main pool through a steel grate. The old coon had correctly guessed the plumbing was hidden under the wooden floor and had found the pipes with relative ease. Now he and Daiquiri were under said floor, staring at the steel guts of the bathhouse. The only light came from the opening of the crawlspace behind them and the occasional beam of light that shone though the wooden slats. Enough to work but not well lit by any means. Daiquiri found Bourbon eyeing a valve, debating silently if this was the one he wanted. He turned it and there was a soft rattling before nothing. Bourbon scowled. “I think there's a clog or something. Need to bypass it.” he muttered. Daiquiri started to crawl back out, figuring that was the end of that idea, until Bourbon brushed him with his tail. “Don't leave.” he ordered.
Daiquiri cocked his head a bit. “Since when are you a plumber?” he questioned. Bourbon smirked in the dim light. “I’m just full of surprises...” he commented. The young coon watched as Bourbon stared at his hand and concentrated. The old coon made a cupping shape with his paw and then said shape started to contract. The curve of his grip became squared and firm looking. His thumb squared off at the tip as did his fingers. Daiquiri scooted up and watched closely as Bourbon finished making his tool for the job: a wrench.
“Tools are new.” Daiquiri commented. Bourbon shrugged. “We can do a lot of things you don't know about yet.” he told him. Daiquiri nodded and let the next word slip out of his lips.
“Weapons.” he said flatly.
Bourbon's expression hardened a bit.
“Hammers, clubs, flails.” he responded.
Daiquiri gave a bit of disappointment in his face. Bourbon saw it and decided to show and not tell.
“I need a screwdriver” he requested. Daiquiri blinked and Bourbon saw his friend start to grip his belly and stretch out his neck, the top of his head starting to flatten and point up. Bourbon shook his head vigorously. “No no. Just use a finger.” he muttered.
Daiquiri made a “oh” sound before his body reflexively snapped back to shape with a wiggle. He gave one of his fingers to Bourbon and concentrated. The fat digit started to elongate, the claw tip on the end flattening into a spade and then a flat point. The rest of his finger rounded and lost its joint, becoming a long rigid probe. “Like that?” Daiquiri asked. Bourbon nodded.
Bourbon then jerked the other coon's wrist forward and stuck the screwdriver finger into his shoulder fat. He grimaced slightly while Daiquiri made a little shrill squeak of surprise. The screwdriver tip dug into his fur and fat but then it did what screwdrivers aren’t suppose to do:
it bent.
Daiquiri yanked his paw away from Bourbon and sat up, smacking the back of his head on the floor above him. “OW FUCK!” he cursed and held the back of his head tightly, white flashes of pain dancing across his eyes.
“Finished?” Bourbon asked, snapping Daiquiri's concentration from his sore head and back to him. The old coon pointed at the younger's still bent finger. “We can harden but only to a point. And it gets much harder to harden something small and flat. You could make a knife or a even a sword outta your whole arm if you want...” He held his other, non wrench hand up and demonstrated as he held his palm flat. Daiquiri watched as the coon's hand flattened like one end was in a press, thinning around his palm's edge. Soon Bourbon had what resembled a hatchet on the end of his arm in lieu of a hand. Daiquiri watched Bourbon's face and could see sweat rolling down his brow. The coon spoke in a strained voice. “But you have to flatten and harden the tip so much to make it cut...” he rasped before pressing his hatchet hand to his fat thigh. Daiquiri started to reach out to stop him but stopped short as he saw the blade bend like rubber around the skin. All that cut were a few stray hairs.
Daiquiri nodded. Point made. He rubbed his head and winced as he waited for the pain in it to leave.
The old coon panted a bit and let his one hand return to its normal shape while the other remained a wrench. He turned back to the plumbing and started to use his tool hand to loosen a pipe. He grunted and laid on his backside. He motioned to Daiquiri to come. The young coon waddled over and straddled him as he held the old dirty pipe as Bourbon began to work it loose. The only sound for a good long time was the squeak of metal and old rust.
Daiquiri asked quietly. “Can we kill him?”
Bourbon worked on the pipe harder, not answering at first. Damn thing was rusted as fuck...
“Maybe.” he answered after much too long a time.
“Do you have a plan...well hell I know you have one.” Daiquiri smirked down at him. The young coon realized his balls were resting on Bourbon's own. The warmth was comforting.
“Of course I do.” Bourbon answered, only half serious.
“You don't plan on me seducing him do you?” Daiquiri joked.
Bourbon didn't answer right away. The young coon kicked his side and got a grunt.
“Asshole.” Daiquiri spat in a half giggle.
Bourbon smiled.
Daiquiri returned it. And then he remembered something important.
“We should practice you know.” he remarked. Bourbon grunted. Damn this pipe. He was gonna take a shit in it when he got it loose...
“Practice what?” he questioned.
Daiquiri rolled his eyes. “Don't give me that. It was your idea anyways.” he told him.
The old coon remembered now. “I thought that was your idea!” he argued.
Daiquiri shrugged. “Does it matter whose idea it was?”
No, no it did not. Bourbon sighed as he started to work on loosing the other end of the pipe.
“Fine. You want to start or should I?” he asked. Daiquiri could feel the pipe giving way now and he started to actually support it's weight. The damn thing was heavy. And gross feeling. “You go.” he answered. Bourbon nodded “Fine.”
“Where were you born?” the young coon asked.
“Ireland, home of leprechauns.” Bourbon answered. Daiquiri nodded. “After that?” the young coon asked.
“I became “me” on that big fucking boat...A...Ale. Ale made me what I am.” the old answered.
Daiquiri nodded. “Good good. All correct so far...” he smiled.
They recanted their history back and forth, each filling in the other's missing details until the work was done...
==
By the time the coons emerged from under the floor, Wallace had just put the final polish on it. The two coons, coated in dust and grime, stopped in their tracks. They both whistled.
“Shiit.” Daiquiri muttered as he looked around. Bourbon nodded in agreement. The place had been buffed spotless by the now dirty and grimy bunny boy. The tubs were clean, the floors freshly waxed and every surface had been spit shined to look like new.
The bunny saw them coming and hurried up to greet them, panting. He smiled brightly, always enjoying a job well done. (although he silently wished they hadn't left black footprints all over the floor he just cleaned...)
Daiquiri wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in close, rubbing his hand through the rabbit's head-fur. He squirmed a bit and giggled. “Bit of a overachiever huh?” the coon teased. The rabbit merely blushed.
Bourbon took the opportunity to grab handfuls of both of their ass cheeks. Both of them squealed and jumped loose from his grip. “Remember, i'm a dirty old man.” he offered.
Daiquiri grunted a bit, unable to help it when his dick peaked from his sheath's opening. Wallace had only a hair more control (in that he had his hands over his groin to hide his chubby).
The old coon laughed and stretched a bit. “Well I don't know bout you two but we should clean up a bit. I don't want cobwebs in my dick-hole...” he commented and walked past them. The pair followed him to a sink attached to a wall near the crawlspace. He pulled the faucet handle and waited. There was a rumble before...
SQURK
The faucet took a long wet shit. There was much bubbling and gagging before the brown muck thinned and then was replaced by clear liquid. Daiquiri and Wallace were hesitant but Bourbon was not. He ran a paw under it and gulppled up a handful. He swished and gargled the water a bit before swallowing. Daiquiri rubbed his forehead a bit. The old coon smiled and showed all of his teeth.
==
It didn’t take long to fill a couple of the tubs with hot bubbling water. (not counting the first tub that had filled with what looked like liquid rust)
Wallace was quick to slip in and scrub the grime from his fur. The rabbit was red as he could be as the two coons stood by and watched him. He was both embarrassed as he had ever been in his life...and he was a hard as he had been as well. He wanted it. He wanted it very badly he realized. Maybe it was the way they smelt (and they did smell). Maybe it was the way they treated him. Maybe it was because he felt wanted. They wanted him as well. In literally every sense of the word.
Wallace found he was OK with that. He returned the favor as the pair swapped places with him in the tub. He watched them as they ran paws along each other's naked hides. Along ass cheeks, scrubbing armpits and feet. All the while trying to keep to the task of cleaning...which was getting very very hard.
There was a change in the pair's mannerisms as they finished bathing. They both looked at the rabbit with wide smiles and almost hungry eyes. The bunny briefly thought he might regret this...
The pair were fast. VERY fast. A paw was around Wallace's belly and then over his chest. Hot warm lips brushed his long ears and whispered in them “Just...just slow us down if..if...” Daiquiri whispered. He spoke no more as he ran his lips to the rabbit's lips and pulled him around, arms wrapped around his torso. He then hefted the bunny up and waddled backwards with him. Wallace could feel his friend's cock as it brushed past his balls and brushed the inside of his thighs as if he was riding a horse. Bourbon's stronger paws wrapped around the bunny's legs and helped to walk him to the other fresh hot tub. The coons had took the time to prepare this one.
A neat row of bottles in all shapes and sizes sat around the tub's edge in easy reach. Daiquiri cooed as his fur entered the hot water and he was quick to let it hold his buoyant fat body. Wallace gripped him tightly around the neck scruff, afraid of being dunked. Daiquiri giggled and took a moment to look the rabbit in the face. “Trust us” he mouthed. The rabbit nodded as he felt Bourbon enter the tub behind them. The coon mmmed as the warmth spread up his lower half and took over supporting most their friend's weight. “I guarantee you, you will never forget this one.” Bourbon promised. The rabbit swallowed slightly. The old tanuki smiled and then the rabbit gasped, feeling a spongy firm thing brush his butt crack. Like a shark just below the surface of the waves. Daiquiri suddenly passed a bottle of scotch to Bourbon. The old coon was distracted as his paws automaticly claimed the booze. Daiquiri smiled and pushed forward, his own cock slipping up under the rabbit's taint like a runway. His entrance was already loosened by the warm water and gave only a faint resistance as the coon plunged in. Wallace dug into his neck fat once more, moaning.
Bourbon cocked his head and then took a long swig. Not exactly fair of his prodigy...but then again he would have done it if the idea had come to him first. Ah well...he thought. And took another swig before he pinched the rabbit's nipples.
The two coons passed the rabbit's body between them like a pillow. They were as gentle as they could be, but not exactly taking it easy. In fact Wallace could tell they were holding back when they entered or teased his body. The pair would occasionally take a moment to kiss each other and pass the taste of booze between their lips. The groping and rubbing were harder. Rougher. An eager lust that they had practiced for. Their bodies gave and stretched as needed. Bourbon sat Wallace on his top half, resting his big feet and shins on his shoulders. This put the white rabbit's round wet butt in his face and his tongue found his insides with no hesitation. Wallace cooed and moaned, his lips silenced as Daiquiri took them to his fingers. The bunny suckled and gnawed on his digit, tasting of liquor and humorously, his own ass from the couple times the coon had fingered him. He used his free hand to balance the bunny against his chest as Bourbon rimmed him further. Daiquiri's own cock brushed against his elder's in teasing passing motions. His thoughts wandered and a odd idea occurred to him. The coon considered and then went for it. His finger tingled in Wallace's eager lips. It thickened and started to grow. The rabbit went on oblivious until his tongue felt what had to be a tiny slit on the tip of the coon's digit. And then he tasted salty pre. He pulled back, eyes wide as he saw Daiquiri had a cock head on the end of his finger. The coon was panting and smiling widely. “Ooh that that’s my best idea ever...” he panted. Wallace wasn’t sure what to think but then Bourbon's tongue wrapped around his bunny balls and he fell forward, mouth right back on that phallic fingertip. Both moaned loudly.
The motion in the ocean was quick to push the fluids from the tub. More and more the two coons and one rabbit were against each other's wet flesh and nothing else. Big wide asses slapped the tub edges as waves of water flowed out like the tide. The pair sandwiched the rabbit between them now. Daiquiri felt his dick partly inside the bunny's hole, teasing and stretching it, slipping up and down as they both supported his weight. Bourbon's own maleness rubbed against Daiquiri's. At first he thought he was attempting to push him out of the rabbit hole...but then the bunny's sphincter relaxed further and they both slipped comfortably inside him. Now THAT felt good.
Bourbon ran his tongue in the rabbit's ears while his partner did the same to the bunny's lips. The tanuki felt each other's wet sweaty flab as they reached around the bunny and they did their best to grope each other further. Wallace slid down between their fat chests and they locked lips. The change was instant. They grabbed the sides of each other's heads and dug in. They moaned and panted. Tasting, jousting with their tongues. The rabbit found his head against their warm fat man boobs. Their hard nipples rubbed his face and shoulders teasingly as he panted for air. He could smell them much more now. A thick musk that he knew was starting to fill the whole room. It tickled his nose and he giggled as his dick brushed Daiquiri's navel. He smirked and thrust as best he could, his cock slipping into the coon's fleshy belly button. It was surprisingly warm and almost moist. Like his butt-hole likely was. Exactly like it in fact. He felt them fucking harder, stretching him more and more. He wondered how he was enduring this. But then another whiff of their musky scent.
That STINK. That was empowering him. All of them in fact. Pure lust. Wallace could feel their skin getting slicker, damper as the water left them and what was likely sweat coated them all. The coons were lost in it. Wallace looked up from Daiquiri's chest and saw his friend's muzzle stretching, distorting as he and Bourbon's faces seemed to be mashing together like putty. He winced only slightly. The coons felt him immediately and their faces pulled back. Jaws reassembled and noses unbent. The pair gently slipped the rabbit from their cocks, making a wet SCROPTTP sound as water and pre-cum gushed out of his hole. The pair let him slip down from them and he sat on the tub floor as they resumed their embrace. The rabbit panted and moaned, watching the sight. The coon's arms literally wrapped around each other, tighter and tighter. The rabbit saw their balls swelling, dangling lewdly and brushing against his big toes. He giggled and idly played with himself in contentment. Then the coons started to sway and tip over, slipping boneless to the tub floor. Wallace was quick to squirm out of the way, siting on the side of the tub as they mounted each other. Bourbon's wide almost putty-like form straddled Daiquiri's own as he slammed his almost arm sized cock into his friend. Wallace saw the coon shake but no sound left him, both still firmly muzzled by the others lips. Daiquiri wrapped his legs around Bourbon's fat sides and held him like a chimp on it's mother. The old coon rocked back and forth harder, each thrust making his already soft looking form mash further against his lover's. Daiquiri's body gripped tighter and tighter, arms wrapping around and around, almost like fleshy ropes. His tail started swell up under him, making a cushion for his back as the pair slapped again and again against the the tub wall and floor. They squeaked and shook, bodies squirming and moving up and down in the few remaining inches of water. Wallace merely watched and rubbed his bunny meat, the sight and stink of them making him horribly horny.
Harder and harder. More and more of one coon's hips jutting and slipping into the other's exit. A hot fleshy shape wiggled out from between their chests as it was rubbed. The thing hung over their shoulders and knocked over a bottle as it swelled and jerked.
Bourbon came.
Wallace could swear he saw Daiquiri visibly swell as Bourbon made a guttural satisfied sound. The fleshy mass of tanuki sex slowed and started to shrink back down. Body parts firmed up and lost the rubbery quality. Faces flowed back to recognizable shapes and form. Daiquiri's two foot long cock wiggled against his chest as Bourbon was quick to address it. He ran his tongue over the tip, teasing the young coon. Daiquiri made a squeaking panting sound. Bourbon smiled and reached over to the bottles around the tub. They had emptied most of them of course. He took a empty one and was quick to press it's tip to Daiquiri's cock head.
“Bang” he whispered. And dug two fingers inside the coon's piss slit.
Daiquiri came.
The bottle filled with white cream in seconds before it was forced away in a gush. Steaming warmth splattered over the coon's faces and shoulders. Daiquiri shuddered and moaned, slamming his fists against the tub in mindless pleasure. (he created two fist shaped dents in it as well).
Bourbon sat up and rubbed the cum from his face and hair, smiling, and then licking it off his fingers. Daiquiri laid back, mouth wide and panting, gasping big gulps of air. He made a big bubble of spunk that popped over his nose and face. He laughed and let out a shaky yelp of enjoyment.
Bourbon patted his friend's head and rubbed his cheek tenderly. He picked the cum filled bottle from the floor and turned to Wallace. The bunny had been jacking off this whole time and didn’t register he was being looked at until the coon whistled. The bunny jerked and gave him a confused look. “Here. This'll top ya off.” Bourbon told him in a tired gasp. The bunny stood, his cock still sticking out like a flag pole, and took the bottle. It was slick and dripping ooze. The rabbit gave him a “seriously?” expression. Bourbon nodded and motioned for him to hurry up. The rabbit shrugged and took a swig.
Wallace came.
“YEEEEEEEEAAHHHGGHHHHHHHHHUUGugguhhh!”
and other less intelligible things left his lips as he shot white missiles all over Bourbon's side and face. The coon put his arms up defensively as the rabbit fired on him. The bunny then fell to his knees and swayed, his cock shooting cum like a super soaker. His tongue rolled out of his lips and he smiled mindlessly as he kept cumming and cumming. The rabbit's balls visibly swelled up as they filled with bunny cum. It was being shot out as quickly as it was being made, coating Bourbon in even more white. Shortly, Bourbon saw him starting to roll and bending to one side. The coon grunted and pulled out of Daiquiri with a wet scropprpt sound. Daiquiri screamed and moaned as a gusher of white slime flowed out of his butt like a breaking dam. Bourbon quickly grabbed the rabbit by the scruff of his arms and kept him from smacking the floor. He eased him down and put his head up as the rabbit panted in unconscious afterglow. Daiquiri himself panted and looked up, seeing Wallace seemingly asleep on the floor of the tub. The coon cum was flowing around his legs and feet like water. “D..did he ppass out?” Daiquiri struggled. Bourbon nodded. “He'll be fine. You my friend are potent.” he beamed. Daiquiri blinked and then tasted a bit of the cum coating his fur. His own flavor. He smacked it on his lips. “Huh.” he commented.
==
“KNOCK KNOCK!”
A thick voice bellowed. The room shook a bit. The two occupants inside it shook slightly as well. The bull man lost a step in his “sexy dance” over the face of his customer, a sheep woman. She bleated and sat up from the bed, knocking the cow onto the floor in the process.
“What the fuck do you want?!”she screamed though the wall.
Big L shoved his shoulder against the door and attempted to force it open. Like the other doors, the magic seal resisted his bulk.
“You have to be let in.” another voice sighed. The cat didn't respond. The fox watched the cat shove again. The fox rubbed his brow.
“Should I write that down and tape it to your forehead?” Roku questioned. Big L ignored him and shoved against the door once more. The magic bent against him and the wooden door bowed enough to make a small crack between the frame and the door itself. Enough that he didn't need to shout now.
“We're lookin for a pair of tanuki! Fat little bastards with giant balls! You seen anythin like that?!” the cat yelled anyway. The sheep bleated again as she unlocked the door. Big L wasn't expecting that and nearly fell over as it slammed open. She stood there in all her naked glory, all six of her breasts bouncing and heaving as she fumed. The sheep growled at him and wished she could melt him with just her anger. “The only fat thing i've seen is your head!” she snapped. She then took the door and slammed it back against Big L's body. The door made a crunch sound as she brought it back. Big L gained several splinters and scuffs of paint against his body as the door developed a large cat shaped dent in it. She slammed it against him again. This time the door broke in half, leaving her holding a door knob and the cat covered in wood and paint chips. Roku was quick to slip between the two.
Dust settled in the air for a few moments as the parties debated their responses. Big L noticed the sheep woman's multiple breasts and cracked a slight smile.
“I’m sorry my good miss. Don't mind him. He's...” Roku started, eyeing the big cat as he wiped sawdust and wood chunks from his glassy body. “...an idiot.” the fox finished.
Big L's hand quickly wrapped around one of the kitsune's tails and pulled. Roku growled gutturally.
Light glinted off something sharp.
The blade was quick to leave the fox's kimono, almost soundless. Big L saw it coming and had barely enough time to release the fox before it brushed past his cheek. The short sword dug a neat grove into the wall behind them before the fox slipped it back into the sheath beneath his clothing. The sheep woman let out a screech of “Fucking maniacs!” before she sequestered herself in the bathroom. The room was again still as the big cat eyed the fox. The cat was impressed. And also annoyed. He did not like it when he wasn't holding the best cards in the deck.
The bull man poked his head out from under the sheets around him once the commotion ended.
“Master Roku?” he stammered. The fox eyed him and nodded. The bull got up and walked to him, the bedding around him like a toga.“Sir I am so sorry. I didn't realize you...umm...” he started, eyeing Big L as the cat looked at the notch missing from the wall.
“I'm...escorting him. We are looking for a pair of tanuki. Have you seen any...odd guests or strange things of late?” Roku asked. The bull rubbed his fleshy scalp. “Not until now no...” he responded. Roku sighed. “Didn't think so.”
The fox saw the big cat had already wandered off and started to leave after him.
“Please, comp your customer for the rest of her stay.” the fox added to the bovine man-whore. The bull nodded and eyed the bathroom door. He knocked on it and heard the distinct sound of something being thrown at it from the other side. He winced and saw Roku had already left. He mooed in frustration and quickly addressed the erection under the sheets around him while he still could.
==
Roku found Big L just a few rooms down and soon walked in pace with him. They said nothing to each other for several minutes. Roku broke the silence, trying to not let his agitation shine through in his voice.
“Do you have any idea where they might be or are you simply doing this at random?” the fox asked. The cat grunted. Truth be told, he had no fucking clue where they were. Thus, his plan was much like flushing out something on a hunt. Make a lot of noise and hope you scare it into making a break for it. While the cat doubted Bourbon would make himself known, his new butt buddy was another matter. Big L knew that one was green. Scared. Stupid. He just had to get hold of him and then he'd squeal like a piggy. Especially when he started to break his little piggies...
Roku sighed and pulled his phone from his robe. Shortly he had one of the lesser foxes on the line. There had been reports of a angry drunk kappa early in the day but there had been nothing unusual since. The phone call gave him nothing new. Of course, nothing that had been reported. Roku knew damn well what he had met earlier today was one of the tanuki. That fat rabbit had the gall to black mail him and now he knew why.
Master Kyu hadn't spared much in the way of details. There were at least two tanuki in the building. They were to be brought to him immediately. Nothing more or less. That sort of vagueness on Kyu's part usually meant he planned to kill someone. The rabbit had balls but not enough to be killed for. And then there was this big bastard...
Roku eyed Big L once more. The ceramic cat didn’t return the look, still attempting to look as If he knew where he was going. Roku didn't like this. This feline smelt of smuggler. Of course, the young kitsune had his ideas as to the sort of things Kyu was up to. Being asked to escort this...thing around was repugnant to his very soul.
“You want to pick my brain don't ya?” Big L suddenly asked. The fox blinked and looked at him with a surprised look. The cat smirked. “Well I say we both share a bit. You tell me a few things, and I’ll share a few myself.” he offered. The fox looked away from him. The fox debated silently.
“Alright. You have history with the tanuki?” Roku asked. Big L nodded. “You could say that.” he responded. Roku had heard of tanuki before but only knew the faintest basics about them. Raccoon-dog lushes that were capable of transformation and great trickery.
“I've had some dealings with these ones before. Bourbon is the old one. He's a tricky little bastard...” the cat growled. The cat remembered the many times he had spit on the tanuki turned statue before they were sold. Roku nodded. That was likely his rabbit.
“And the other?” the fox asked. Big L spat a large black gob from his lips. “Daiquiri I think. Bourbon's little boy toy.” he muttered. The fox scowled but ignored the loogie that oozed down one of the walls. The cat purred a bit.
“Now, do tell me, what do you know bout your boss?” Big L crooned. Roku spoke softly but truthfully. “Too little. He took control of the House of Nine just a few years ago.” he started. Big L listened but kept his poker face on. “He...he is not of the main blood line. He is a outsider but...he has nine tails and by that he was elected immediately upon the death of the old clan leader.” Roku remembered this well. The old leader was his uncle. There was an order to be followed. The old fox had passed away quietly in the night. Roku mourned. But he knew that Uncle's death would start in motion many events.
Roku was the next in line by both blood and tails. The old man had trained and groomed him for just that purpose for many years. But in the transition a unknown kitsune came before the clan. An unknown Nine tails. It would be another 300 years before Roku would have that rank and power. No one in the clan could or would challenge him. And so the plan changed...
“I take it you're not...fond of him?” the fat cat questioned. Roku's fur bristled.
“Not his...methods.” the fox answered.“or anything else for that matter” he said to himself silently.
The cat smiled and nodded. His hand absently rubbed the crack that ran along his throat.
“Your kind grows a tail every 100 years or so right?” the cat asked. Roku nodded.
“How strange that in 900 years, nobody even had met your boss before he took over...” the cat mused aloud. “Strange strange inddeedy.” he finished.
“He's had people killed for that talk before.” Roku growled.
The cat smiled. “Not surprised.”
“ 'Lucky cats' usually don't resemble tea pots.” Roku commented. Big L rubbed his neck again.
“You can blame Bourbon for that one...” he commented. Roku nodded. He eyed the big crack in the cat's neck. It didn't take a genius to figure out who caused that. After seeing that customer break a door over his body, the fox knew that despite appearances, Big L was much more durable then the average tea-set.
A buzzing took the fox from his contemplations. He plucked the phone from his robe once more and eyed it. He blinked .
“Meet me in the storeroom. Midnight. Alone.”
signed---The Drunk Rabbit
the text message read.
The fox suppressed a smile and put his phone back in his robe once more.
==
“I..I thought you didn't like phones and computers?” Wallace yawned. Bourbon shrugged as the rabbit finished the text message for him and sent it on it's way.
“I don't mind phones. I don't like how tiny they've gotten though. I’m gonna need toothpicks to use one...” he grunted. Wallace didn't bother with a response.
“Who did you have me text?” the bunny asked. Wallace's phone had been given to them when they arrived so they could keep in touch with the staff as needed. All of the numbers were listed as “San” except for Kyu's and one other fox. Bourbon laid back and stretched a bit. “Text” was a silly word. Made him think of something he'd have with waffles. Writing on something that was designed for speech...that amused him too. Handy for this sort of thing though.
“A friend. Or a patsy depending how this rolls.” the coon offered.
Wallace shrugged. Bourbon offered him another swig of the bottle they had been passing around. Wallace shook his head, still a bit light headed after that 'mixer' he had earlier from them. The taste was still in his lips. Salty and slick. Every time he tasted it his dick twitched and he wished for just a bit more of it. No wonder the boss had taken it as payment for smuggling the coons here. Speaking of payment, his ass wasn't too sore yet but he had a feeling he'd be walking funny tomorrow. He also wondered for how long his balls were going to be double their usual size.
“A pleasant side effect. Shouldn’t be more then a week or two tops.” the tanuki had assured him.
The old coon took another swig and finished off the bottle of booze. He sat it beside the others. Daiquiri made a grunting sound as the clink of glass on the floor stirred him. The young coon rolled over, mooning his friends in his sleep. Wallace blushed while Bourbon kept his eyes on it. The bunny rubbed his belly a bit and let the silence take the room. He broke it when he remembered something he wish he didn't. “Does...does he remember what...what I looked like before?” he asked softly. Bourbon shrugged. “I don't know. Both of our memories are kinda fuzzy by default. You were rabbit'y before, so that was a short jump to being a full on bunny boy.” Bourbon commented. Wallace bit his split lip a bit. “You two were stuck like that for a awful long time...” the rabbit started. Bourbon put his hand up and the rabbit's words stopped. “Doesn't matter now.” he silenced him. The rabbit grunted. He didn't like Bourbon making that decision for his friend. “It might matter to him!” he snapped, keeping his voice low. The old coon shook his head. “That's not your call. He's my responsibility.” he said flatly. Wallace bristled and got close enough to the coon to speak with less strain. “That's not right and you know it. He deserves to know.” the rabbit argued. Bourbon's face stayed stoney. “There's a time and place for me to tell him. It's not right now though.” he spoke firmly. “Do not tell him. I will do things to you. And they will not be kind.” the coon warned. Wallace looked in the coon's eye as he finished. There was a old soul inside there that looked right back at him. The rabbit blinked and backed away.
The room was silent for a bit longer save for the sounds of Daiquiri snoring and twitching in his sleep.
“Sshit!” Wallace whined. Bourbon grunted and straightened up, coming out of a half doze. “What?!” he snapped. The bunny shrank, “I..I just remembered. There's...well...” he stammered, red faced.
“What?” Bourbon asked again, more firmly. The bunny swallowed. “Wh..when you two were made into statues...there...there was a...um...secret compartment inside Daiquiri.” he whispered. Bourbon smirked. He eyed his sleeping lover's ass. He motioned to the rump and the rabbit nodded. The tanuki giggled. Wallace sighed, “It was a map of this place. I...I hid it in there along with...um..some contraband. Big L wanted me to sell the stuff while we were here. I had hoped you two would have found the stuff when you turned back but...” he whispered, Bourbon finishing his thought for him “...you thought that with all the transforming that whatever was inside him was long gone by now?”
The rabbit nodded. The coon shook his head. “Nope. Anything inside a tanuki's body changes with him. How do you think I keep producing all that booze?” he giggled. And then the coon gently tapped a paw on his own nut sack. There was a very faint 'clink' sound from under the musky skin. Wallace's face dropped a bit. “You...you got booze bottles inside your ball-sac!?” he snapped. Bourbon giggled but shushed him. “Yes. Well, a couple bottles left. And my private stash.” he whispered. Daiquiri made a grunting snore and rolled on his fat belly. Bourbon stood up now and smiled widely. Very widely. He looked at Wallace with that grin and the bunny squirmed and put his hands over his lips.
“Daiquiri...” Bourbon said softly. The other coon didn’t respond. Bourbon ran a paw over his round rump cheeks and circled his fingers around the base of his fluffy fat tail. The coon stirred a bit. “Wa..guh...” before he unconsciously tried to bat Bourbon's paws away. The old coon simply petted his friend's butt cheeks. “Do you mind if I do a little digging?” he asked.
“Buh...woke up and saw...blue toast crashing into...red toast...” Daiquiri responded in a drunken sleep.
Bourbon looked briefly at Wallace and shrugged before he slipped two, then three fingers into the young coon's butt-hole. It flinched slightly but only for a moment before relaxing again. The fleshy exit yawned open now, stretching easily as Bourbon worked his entire hand inside. The coons both mmmed as Bourbon laid his shoulder and side against Daiquiri's back fat as his entire arm felt around inside his warm tight insides. Wallace watched this scene and tried to look away, failing utterly at doing so. His cock couldn’t look away either.
“Ah!” Bourbon eventually grunted and started to pull back out. Clinched tightly in his paw was a set of condoms, tied shut and tied to each other like a rubber sausage link. The coon giggled as he pulled out a row of three from the other's butt-hole. Daiquiri let out a soft fart before he returned to complete slumber. Bourbon offered the contraband links to the rabbit but he shook his head. Bourbon shrugged and tore the rubbers open. Several soft white bricks and two laminated rolls of paper. The first was a print out of a map of the bordello. Bourbon learned the name of the building they were trapped inside as he read it. “The House of Nine”. The thing appeared to be brochure for the place, the back side decorated with various topless females of assorted species.
He set the map aside and eyed the other bit of paper. A newspaper clipping. A newspaper clipping with the date highlighted in yellow. The coon's eyes widened for only a faint moment before he took the paper and rolled it back up. He could feel Wallace's eyes on him but he didn't say a word. The coon was quick to reach between his legs and find his piss slit. He eased a finger, then two, then his entire hand inside. He pulled out another bottle of booze, the shape of the glass container distorting his cock into a square shape as it was removed. He then slipped the rolled up newspaper clipping down into his fleshy insides for safe keeping...
–
Poppy had been most glad to see Big L again. In fact she had put his face between her ample tits within moments of seeing him. The cat did not mind one bit. The night had rolled on with no results yet. Thus the search was put on hiatus till the morning. The tanuki were holding up somewhere here. They couldn't leave so there was no big rush to find them. Least that's the excuse Roku fed Big L as midnight approached. The cat relented and let himself be lead to the arms of the only whore he had liked here so far. He knew that the fox likely had other reasons to stop for now. He likely was gonna squeal every bit of info he had given him to his master. That was fine by Big L. Let the little shit spill his guts out. He was too tired, too pissed and to beyond giving fucks at this point. Poppy’s gigantic soft pillows were quite comforting as he disappeared into the room with her.
Roku posted a pair of guards at the door and left Big L to the plus sized concubine for now. The damned fool would be in his way regardless of the circumstances. The quicker he was rid of him the better. The fox made his way though the near empty halls. The bordello was asleep, the sounds of silence only occasionally interrupted by the sound of sex. There were a few entirely nocturnal customers and employees after all. The fox passed no one in the halls save a squirrel maid with several bows on her cart. She gave him a little wink and he nodded as she went about dusting and wiping various fluids off the walls. Roku went straight for the store room past the kitchens in a brisk walk. The fox didn’t stop until he was at the door to it. He slipped inside silently as a ghost.
The room was large and musky, full of both food stock and the assorted materials the place went though in great speed. Condoms, sex toys, lubricant, and many other miscellaneous items. The fox eyed his phone again. Midnight. He didn't expect the tanuki to be on time. In truth he wasn’t sure what to expect. As he waited he started to eye the various items on the shelves warily. This could be a trap. In fact this was a perfect place for one. If these creatures could transform, then anything in this room could be his intruder. Kitsune themselves could transform as well but it was a skill that was limited to them. They could easily pass for humans and some other species as need be but nothing terribly elaborate. His canine nose sniffed aggressively, dragging in every scent it could. Plastics, tin, paper, cardboard, foods, rubber, and a assortment of lingering animal stinks. He sniffed further. Something stank. Of sex. A strange aggressive male stink. He couldn't place the species...but that was good in this case. He tried to follow it but the other smells kept him from pinpointing it beyond being in the room. His paw absently stayed near the sheath in his robe as he walked around, attempting to look like he was pacing. He damned himself for walking right into this...
“PSST”
Roku crouched and held his hand around his blade, ears spinning, trying to find the whisper's source.
“Ooh! Scaryyy.” the voice laughed.
“Don't toy with me. I'm not of the mood for it!” the fox snapped. There was a sigh that seemed to come from several places at once.
“You need to relax. If I was gonna try and kick your ass, well I woulda done it already.” the voice offered. Roku flexed his fingers a bit and straightened up, although his hands didn’t leave the blade's sheath. There was a soft shuffling.
Roku stood in place as he listened to the tanuki make his way to him.
“You do have a cute butt I must admit. Scrawny side of things though.” the voice commented, inches from his ears. Roku slammed himself against one of the shelves, several strap-ons and a very large dildo falling off the shelf and flopping on the floor around him. The fox breathed thickly, eyes wide.
There was a low giggling as the cock on the floor rolled around and then sat straight up on it's rubber base. The sex toy jumped a foot back, growing short little legs and arm stumps in the same motion. In moments it was a foot tall and growing a tail and a short muzzle. A few moments more and Bourbon stood in front of Roku, smiling. Roku blinked and bared his teeth.
“You're a dick.” the fox growled. The coon tisked tisked a bit and suddenly his face contorted. The nose and snout shortened. The lips split and bucked teeth stuck out from under it. “Do you like this face better?” the old drunk asked. Roku scowled and finally regained his composure. Bourbon smiled and his face flowed like water back into that of a racoon's.
“Well that’s better. I have better things to do tonight then die.” the coon commented. Roku eyed him. Short and round. A bit more squat and fruit shaped then he had been as a rabbit. He stank of booze and what he assumed was tanuki sex. “That may still be in your future.” The fox replied. Bourbon eyed him and debated silently. “So be it. In the meantime however, we have something to discuss.” Bourbon stated flatly. Roku scowled. “Is it that odor?” the fox wondered aloud. Bourbon’s brow furrowed briefly. “Why does that keep coming up today...” he questioned. Roku rolled his eyes and added, “Is this another attempt to blackmail me?” Bourbon shook his head. “No no no. This is a felony.” he answered. Roku blinked. “Point please.” he begged. Bourbon shrugged.
“I pride myself on a couple of things...” the coon started. Roku already had a inkling this boozer liked to hear himself talk.
“The things between my legs, my lovely complexion, and...” he paused for effect. “I know a goody two shoes when I see one.” he smiled. Roku didn't interrupt.
“My friend and I are trapped here. We can't leave unless your boss either lets us go...” Bourbon spoke and took a moment to snort dismissively at that notion. “...or we kill him.”
“Your point?” Roku breathed.
“We need a bit of help. And I think you are just the noble-fox to do it.” the tanuki finished.
Roku let his fingers dance on the sheath of his blade for a few beats of his heart....
-thump
-thump
-thump
and then let it go.
Bourbon smiled. Roku looked shamed but determined. The coon offered his paw. It stank slightly of something foul. Roku hesitated but shook it anyways...
11
“Go touch a hobo's dick!” The yakuza spat, bloody spittle freckling the face of the large round visage before him. The other man smiled, his lips oddly thick and beak like. A long tongue licked the spittle from his cheeks and tasted it. The man then brought the others face forward, slamming his head against his own thicker one. There was a wet crack of flesh on flesh and the yakuza shuddered and became limp once more.
“Come on! The hole is closing up!” another man spat at the others. This one was thick and his wide piggish nose flared as he gestured to the 'hole'. The yakuza felt himself be heaved onto the shoulders of the bird lipped man as if he was a sack of potatoes. He could feel blood flowing down his face, out of his nose and coating his vision in red. He blinked best he could but could only make out vague fuzzy shapes. He could see the warehouse fading as he was carried along. The fat man had the cash under one arm and the drugs under the other, waddling back and forth like a crab as he moved. Something was in the room with them. The yakuza blinked and could see the inky blackness tickling his sight. He scowled and forced it away. He was being taken...but where? He watched the man ahead of them waddle faster and then suddenly...he wasn’t there. Gone. Poof. Nothing. Before the bloody gangster could comprehend this fully, he saw a distortion. As if god was pushing on the edge of reality and reality was bending inward like a dimple. The bird lipped man ran at this spot and his cargo was unable to stop him...
Cold. It was very cold. The yakuza blinked and tried to rub the crusted blood from his face. He let out a wet groan as he remembered. Oh that's right...my fingers are broken. He felt the distorted digits drag across his brow and fresh pains shot up his hands. He wished he had left it be. Worse yet, his reward for dragging the twisted digits across his face wasn’t worth it. What his eyes were showing him wasn’t anything he wanted to see. The pair didn’t look human. Of course, he knew that they weren’t humans to begin with. Not from the start. He had gotten use to the odd colored eyes. The exaggerated features. Even the occasional whiff of something gamey and animal to them. He had even convinced himself it was his imagination. But then the odd deals started. The strange trinkets and oddly strong drugs. And then he was getting paid not in yin or even dollars, but gold. Real solid gold coins.
“Allw..always a catch...” the yakuza spat, feeling a tooth loosen in the process. A bird headed creature looked up from a warming fire. The thing let out a little caw like sound that he assumed was laughing.
“Ooh you did live though the trip!” it proclaimed. The creature stood and the human looked him over with the one eye that felt like working. Tall and covered with thick greasy looking feathers. Colorful as well, like a parrot. He was still wearing the grey slacks around his waist. His shoes and shirt were gone however, showing off his large black bird legs and his thick feathered chest. His hands ended in thick clawed digits that matched his feet. The yakuza felt one of the thing's long black fingers touch his throat, a sharp claw cutting into his skin slightly. He felt a trickle of blood leave him.
“He's alive? Ha!” another voice laughed. A fat wide form waddled from the fire to have a look at him as well. The pig faced man from earlier had merely become that: A fat pig. A snout, floppy ears, several dark nipples in rows on his fat chest. He pointed at him with thick trotters instead of fingers. His naked body was coated with fine hairs and thick tusks jutted out of his leathery lips. He stank horribly, as if he had been rolling in filth. Which the yakuza assumed he had been.
“You two never looked better...” the human muttered.
CRUNCH
the human screamed as he felt a hoof dig into his side. He felt ribs break. Again. He was not liking that sensation. He wanted to return the favor. He wanted badly to dig his thumbs into that fat pig's eyes...
“Not gonna be alive much longer I say. He won't even have time to start turning.” the bird commented and held the man up by his hair so that he could see his face. The pig man nodded. “Well we best kill him now then. I hear man flesh is salty though...” he whined a bit. The bird shrugged. The yakuza used his good eye to look the bird in the face once more. The bird saw this and smiled with that lip-less beak. “Oh? Got something else you wanna say?” he giggled. The human smiled. “My ex wife had a parrot once. You remind me of it. Never would shut it's trap. I’m gonna snap your thick neck like I did his...”
The yakuza found himself no longer looking at the bird demon. He was looking at the snow. He couldn’t turn his head away from it. Red creeping into the white under his face. He blinked. Once. Twice...and was still. The yakuza couldn’t see it as the rest of him was being pulled apart. His head rested in the snow a good 7 feet away as they ate the rest...
Time passes and this world moved on...
Soon the man started to think once more.
If this was Hell, he had expected something more...exciting. Not that he wanted to be dead. Far from it. The former man had found himself floating, drifting in and out of coherence. He knew he was dead. He knew that because he was floating in the air, maybe even on it. He wasn't corporeal either. He knew this because could feel the air flowing though him. The ice particles paid him no mind as they floated right though him. The cold of the snow didn’t bother him now but he was aware of it all the same. Everything was detached. Sensation was soft and distant. He found he had to concentrate to keep himself from drifting...
The yakuza roared in frustration. The only thing he could feel was the raw anger now. He was ok with that. He was use to that feeling. He was a man with not just a short fuse: he had none period. Now that rage, that hate was keeping him together. Keeping his mind focused. Focused on the sight he had been observing since the two monsters had deprived him of his existence. He could see them still. Almost nothing but them now in fact. The world around him was soft and fuzzy. His perception focused upon them alone as if his mind was now like a camera, focused upon one thing and leaving the rest. Watching what they did to him. They had left his head in the snowbank where it had collected a fine layer of frost. The rest of him had been pulled apart and was being roasted over the small fire. If the man concentrated he could distantly feel it. Feel it as his skin crisped and cooked. Feel that his limbs had been pulled off his torso like a turkey. He watched the bird as he flipped his body over and peeled the skin from his back. If he had any sort of feeling beyond hate towards that fucker, it was that he seemed to appreciate art when he saw it. The bird had taken great care to remove the tattooed skin from the dead man's backside, spreading it out like a pelt. He assumed he intended to keep it. The intricate tattoo was hours of pain the dead man had earned. Earned as a mark of respect and power. The thought of his back skin being worn like a woman's fur coat amused a part of him that he didn’t know he had. Oh the things he wanted to do to them. How badly he wanted to kill them now. To rip them apart and make them scream for him to end it as he did. He was a terrible terrible man. He had killed more people then he cared to count. In fact, he had to admit, he would enjoy it on occasion. And now he was dead. Dead and being butchered like a stag. The thoughts that crossed the dead yakuza's mind now would have made the Devil blush.
Time was passing slowly. Very slowly. And the dead man watched and wanted.
“Did they kill you?” a whisper asked. The yakuza came back from his distant thoughts and became aware that he was no longer alone. He tried to turn his head and remembered that he had no body to speak of. He had his perception of his self and that was all. He felt like he was a fog of conscious thought and emotions swirling in the air. And now, the edges of his perception felt something new. Something that was not himself. The other presence touched his own and they both drew back for a moment. Then, hesitantly, the new voice touched him again. It 'spoke' again. A voice that had no sound but he 'heard' all the same as if he was right at his ear. “Did those two murder you mister?” it asked. The yakuza 'felt' this new presence and it shivered. He felt as if he was running a finger along the new being's mind and drew up thoughts and emotions like sweat on bare skin. He could taste them. Thoughts of apprehension and need. Loneliness and joy at finding another in the fog of death. The yakuza felt the new being touch him back and draw up feelings and thoughts as well. The new being jerked back and he could feel him shrink at whatever it found when it 'touched' him.
“Oh gods...you're...you're a human!?” it whined as if it had been burnt. The dead man tried to 'speak' in response. “I take it you are not one? No...no I can feel that now. You are something else...something like them?” he asked, partly to the creature and partly to himself. He focused now, drawing his attention from his killers and to this new thing. He saw it start to take a shape. It was was nothing but mist or vapor started to resemble a head and...tails? Yes tails. Plural. A canine shape. A dog? No...he focused harder and soon he could 'see' the thing. It was a fox. It was smiling at him, if shyly.
“Hello again.” it smiled. The dead man did not return the same smile. The smile he gave was a twisted thing that tended to make children cry. But it seemed to work. He could feel the fox's mood calm. “You're the first human I've met.” he confessed. The man nodded. “And you are what exactly?” he asked. The fox nodded “That's right. Humans don't come here often. I saw a little bit of what happened. Mostly them tearing something... I am sorry I truly am. No one deserves to die like that.”
The dead man suppressed a smile. Truth be told he likely did deserve that kind of death. And more. But that was for him to know. He tucked that deep inside himself and the fox never noticed or felt it. The little thing continued, “I'm a kitsune sir. My name is Ni. Its a pleasure.”
The yakuza simply nodded. He had never been a particularly religious man. Or one that subscribed to superstition or myth. But now he was dead and at the hands of things he would call monsters. And talking to a fox spirit from the old legends. He was a quick convert.
“Likewise.” he finally replied. He eyed the now clearly seen double tail on the fox's back end. He remembered that kitsune were suppose to have 9 of those...
“So, tell me 'friend', are you dead too?” the man asked. The fox nodded. “Fraid so sir. Two winters ago. Bandits.” he offered. A distracted expression crossed his face as distant thoughts filled him. The dead man purposely drifted closer and felt him. He felt and saw briefly things from the dead fox's memory. He could feel his small body as it ran. He felt him fall as an arrow pierced his back. And the twist of his neck as it snapped. An odd deja-vu filled the man then. He was quick and drew back, making sure the fox did not feel around in his own memory. Those were his alone. The fox seemed to quiver...and then the man could swear it was crying if only for a moment.
“Oh. I'm sorry I didn't mean to...upset you.” the dead man lied. The fox waved him off. “NO no. its..its ok. I..didn't know that would happen. Saves...saves me having to tell the details of it.” He spoke. The man nodded. It was true. He had learned more then just the emotional residue of the fox's death. He had learned things like where he came from. His job. Even a few details on the clan he had belonged to. “House of Nine is it?” the man asked aloud. The fox blinked, still taken by surprise. “Oh wow you did dip deep didn't you?” he gaped. He regained his composure after a moment. “Yes. That is the name of my clan. I was one of the couriers .”
The dead man nodded. He could feel his body had contracted, forming a vaguely human shape. The old motions of gesturing and body posture came back easily. He thought of merely digging himself into the fox's presence again but he wasn’t sure what would happen if he did that too much. He had learned many things from just a quick dip. There was likely more.
Still, this was ignoring the elephant in the room.
“Is this Hell?” the man asked. The fox shook his head vigorously. “No sir. This is the 'other-side'. The in-between.” he responded. The man 'hmmed' a bit. “So there is a Hell then. Just not this.” he decided. The fox nodded. “Yes.”
“Then why didn’t I go there?” he asked himself silently. The fox seemed to shiver and he wondered if the animal had 'felt' his question. “He can't find us right away here. He has to hunt.” the fox whimpered. The man spat “Who?” to which the fox whined “The dead thing. The thing that takes us away...”
The dead man started to feel the rage well up in him again. He had no taste for games.
“Its all a game isn’t it?”
They both felt that one. A horrible dark creeping blackness that seemed to bleed into the foggy reality they were residing in. They were no longer alone. The dead man saw it first. A sickly ashen mist that formed from the soft snow drift, thickening and turning the snowfall into oil. It grew larger and wider. It flowed as if ink had been dropped into water. Tendrils of black whipped and flowed, forming a shroud that stained the snow like ash. A light glowed in the center of it, illuminating the bones that flowed in the blackness and formed arms at the edges. The long fingers reached into the center of itself and pulled out what appeared to be an hour glass. The light shone brighter now and the man saw the thing's skull. At first it was that of a human, the sort of gallows grin he had seen the last time he saw his handy-work in the press. But then it started to shift. A shutter'y cracking sound and its bones moved like a badly constructed puzzle. The human skull elongated into that of a canine's. The hollow eyes watched the pair as two tiny embers glowed deep inside the black pits.
The dead man was looking at death. The reaper smiled at him as he always did to his charges. The man looked back and scowled.
“Took your boney ass long enough.” the man spat. Death seemed to smile a bit more.
“I do try to be punctual. But you are a slippery one.” it spoke, the voice like fine wine that had aged into vinegar. “I thought for sure your heart would give out before you crossed the void.” the thing muttered. It actually made a 'tisk tisk' sound. It made them both shiver. The reaper seemed...bemused if it was capable of that. The dead man however was very irritated now.
“Fucking do it! Take me! Come on you boney fuck!” he screamed at him. All he had now was his anger. Rage was useful.
The fox cowered and seemed to be trying to drift into the snow below him. The reaper didn’t seem to be paying attention to him.
“Oh don’t be such a spoil sport. You have a head start.” the reaper smiled. The dead man blinked.
“What?” he spat.
“Oh silly me. No one ever explains the rules to mortals.” it told him. Now it was obviously amused. “You are in the in-between. You may be quite dead but I can not collect you. At least, not yet.” it spoke, in the way one explains to a child that he is going to get a time out if he misbehaves. The dead yakuza held his tongue.
“Going between the void...i'm afraid I get a bit...detached. In fact i'm not fully even here at the moment. I'm existing in the human realm and here at once. It will take oh...some amount of time for me to fully pass though.” he explained. “Oh so much work. Just for one slippery soul.” he added, running a finger over the hourglass in his hands. The sand was empty on the top half. The yakuza sneered and debated if he should believe the creature or not. The reaper read his mind and smirked. “Oh don't take me for a 'kidder' my dead friend. I want to collect you. I want to take you to your judgment. It's my job. And once I am able to fully exist in this realm, I will. But I do enjoy a chase. Run. Skip, dance if you like. Your little fox friend too. Be a merry little pair as you run away. I will be along shortly...” Death giggled. The sound made them both want to void bowels they no longer had to control. The dead man felt his rage drain away down his non-existent leg.
The pair flew.
The fox was fast. As was the dead man. But they both knew that Death would be faster.
The fox seemed to be running in a blind panic and the man, having no idea where he was in this forest, let him lead. He lost track of time and soon all direction. He saw nothing but the fox's soft form and the trees as they rushed past, around and often right through them. Then the fox dove and the yakuza flew over and past him. He slowed and turned, doing so on a dime as his body had no need to obey physical laws. He was as light as sound or maybe a scent. At first he thought the fox had lost him with his sudden dive. But he was already getting ideas as to what he could do like this. He let himself thin out, reaching his consciousness, his form, his self, as far out as it could reach. He waited as he 'fished'. He got a bite rather quickly. He sensed the dead fox's fear. His memory. The reaper had chased him before. The fox was a fast one, but not enough to outrun death himself. For some reason, either by a desire for sport or mere distraction, death had not bothered to catch him yet. That both terrified and enraged him. This was torturous. And much like the dead human, he wished that things would be over. The man felt further and soon located his fellow ex-living being as he hid in the snow. Precisely, under it. There was something he had seemed to wrap his form around. Something physical. The yakuza ran part of himself though the snow, and of course, nothing happened. He cursed himself. He was merely a reflection in this world and could do nothing to affect it. He felt the fox below him and started to reach for him, intending to drag him up out of the frost. And then a funny thing happened. Something moved. A very soft movement. A twitch. But it was just enough to expose a rough shape in the snow.
“Sttop! Leave leave me be! He wants you right now! Go away!” Ni spat at him. The yakuza didn’t approach right away. He was watching. The shape in the snow didn’t move again. So he prodded the fox once more. He let out a yelp and seemed to slap at him. It was a strange wave of irritated thoughts and emotions. All of them sorrow filled and scared. The dead man would not be told what to do right now. Besides, he got what he wanted. The shape twitched again. A little more snow came off the bleached white material under it. The bones. The fox bones the fox's spirit was clutching to like a teddy bear. The dead man did not need to feel it out of him to know whose remains these were.
The fox spirit was crying, holding to the old bones as tightly as he could. The man asked quietly. “You made the bones move. Can you do more?”
The fox was surprised at the question, but muttered “Only a little. And only mine. Its the magic left in them. My magic. Its still in my old bones...” Being asked snapped the fox's attention away from his predicament for the moment but then he became silent.
The yakuza nodded. The man had made up his mind. He didn't like this plan. Hated it in fact. But he was dead and had no better ideas. The though that this could...likely would be the end of existence as he knew it crossed his mind. Ah well...
He moved.
The fox spirit screamed as the human drove himself into the same space he was occupying. The man screamed in tune moments later. Their essences swirled and twisted. Memories flowed back and forth between the pair like water. The fox knew what the man knew, and the man knew what the fox knew.
Everything. Their desires, their histories, their very selves. All of it shared and swirled around like a stew. The man had done terrible things. Years of them. The fox had lived a short but good life. He remembered dying in the snow. The man remembered the brief beating and then dismemberment he suffered. The fox tried to separate. To escape him. The man refused and held him inside. HE had work to do. THEY were going to do it his way. The fox now knew the horrible things the human fantasied doing to his killers. And the fox found that he now shared the same ideas towards the ones who had killed him. They both were terrified and elated. The man's rage, his anger, his will fueled them now. And the magic the kitsune contained, however small, started to swell and twist. They wanted to act. To kill. To enjoy sweet revenge.
The bones in the snow started to move. A fox skull rose from the white powder with its sockets seeming to be glowing with magic. Thinner small bones started to snake behind it as the thing started to move. To walk. To run. Back into the forest. Following the smell of cooking man-flesh...
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Kyu smiled widely and danced his fingers along the dead mouse-man's chest. He was playing with himself idly as he spoke. The dead mouse-man's ears heard nothing. He was still warm and the fox held him closer to enjoy that heat. “Ooh I had quite a bit of...fun after that. WE just pranced our way to those two fools as they were making soup out of that poor dead man's feet and hands. Lucky for us they left most of his bones around the camp. We were already driving Ni's little bones...then the dead man's started to move too. Now, you have to understand...” Kyu continued, pulling on the dead mouse-man's ear so that he was looking up at him again. His mouth was slack and eyes wide and glassy. The kitsune regretted breaking his neck. At least, breaking it completely. His head wanted to dangle like a sock full of change now. He picked back up where he left off...
“Little Ni had a untapped little supply of magic. A good breeding of kitsune clans. Only two tails but he had more then enough magic left in his bones to do what we did. Oh the things we did...” the fox smiled. His cock throbbed a bit. He 'shhed' it as if it was listening to his story too. “well I won't bore you with the details. Those human's bones were broken in many places. Soo many sharp pointed parts...
mmm I can still hear them screaming. I can hear them right now in fact. Right in here...” he mmmed as he ran a paw over his own chest. He could feel them. Their souls still inside him. Screaming right now, almost as loudly as the day he took them from their broken defiled bodies. He remembered the taste. The feeling as he chewed and burrowed around inside them. Tasting their wiggling essences as they died. And how easy it was to simply draw them into himself. Dragging their meat and blood along with them, wrapping it around the bones. The dead man's and the dead fox's bones serving as a framework for something new. Skin and fur, claws and teeth. Tails. The kitune's magic didn't care what was done with it. It was a tool and needed fuel. The bird and pig demons had proved to be excellent fuel for his fire. Twisting all that warm bloody flesh and bone into a working body once more. Grinding their souls and minds up. Leaving them as nothing but screaming things he still could feel inside his form. Still fueling his body and magic. Just like the others. The kitsune licked the tip of his cock clean with his long tongue. He snapped his fingers after and slapped the dead thing in the bed with him on the back. The corpse slumped forward and fell on its face in the bed in a rather unfaltering pose.
“That's not even the best part. No no, that was when bone bag showed up again. Hhehee!” he giggled. It was a horrible sound. Almost as unpleasant as Death's own laughter. He saw his audience's ass looking at him, his body bonelessly slumped forward. He was getting cold already. He had his fun with the mouse'y and now the game was done. Not the first time he had killed his bed-warmer. This one hadn't even irritated him. He had been polite and obedient. He presented his openings when told. He even kept his mouth shut when Kyu had started to tell his little story.
But here they were regardless. He didn't even know why he had started to share that little story with the rodent whore in the first place...
That was a lie. A part of him did know why. That little nag of a conscience he had. Which was funny since he had lost his original around the age six. Of all those other souls only one still was anything beyond a screaming mindless flame in his belly. A minor side effect all things considered. And unfortunately for his own personal Jimmy Cricket, he was quite deaf to it. But the fact that he still felt it on occasion...
Confession was good for the soul he supposed. It did feel nice to say it out loud once in awhile. Even better when the ears that heard it wouldn't be repeating it.
The kitsune sighed a bit. If he waited much longer there would be a uninvited guest joining them. It wouldn't be the first time since that night Kyu had seen the bag of ink and bones. In fact he had seen him a good dozen times since. But it could do was watch. And Kyu supposed, even the reaper could get blue balls. He hadn't seen him in many a season...
“Well, you wont be seeing him either it seems. Because you have new accommodations.” the kitsune crooned to his cooling bed-mate. He gently sniffed the dead mouse-man and watched. Waiting. He could see something. Sense it swarming about inside his cooling body. The fox whistled a bit as he watched...
THERE.
There was a wet thunk. A arm stuck though the dead mouse-man's torso. His insides became outsides in a quick splash upon the sheets. And the hand on the other side clutched something. Something that he gripped not just with his hand. But his magic. An intangible thing that he could now see clearly. Could taste. The mouse-man's soul looked right at him, confused and thrashing wildly like a snake. He smiled back at him. And opened his mouth very wide...
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There was a beep on the intercom. Kyu waited a moment and one of the lower foxes answered him shyly. “Ye..yes sir.”
“Clean up. A number 3 please.” he ordered. The fox on the other end of the line gave a grunt of confirmation and the button clicked off. Kyu stretched a bit, rubbing the little bulge of his belly. He played with his navel slightly. He could feel a ticklish sensation in his insides. Almost like butterflies in the stomach. The fox retrieved his robe from the hook on the wall, throwing over his bare shoulders. His back itched a bit and he took a moment to scratch it through the cloth. The itch turned to a burn and he bared his teeth a little. He slid the robe back down and dug his claws into the skin until he was satisfied. He eyed the back of his torso in the bathroom mirror out of curiosity. He could see his hairless backside and gave a annoyed expression. The tattoo was bleeding again. And pulsing. Angry gods, dragons and demons. All of them seeming to be staring back at him with their ink eyes. Blood smeared and dribbled in rivets from the edges of pink skin that his fur didn't dare grow upon. His claws had only left the faintest marks on his red'ed flesh. He grunted.
“Indigestion.” and pulled the robe back up and made his way out the door...
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Daiquiri stirred slightly as something warm pressed against his backside. And something fleshy rubbed between his butt cheeks and nestled there like a hot dog in its bun. He woke a bit more as a pair of warm arms wrapped around him. He purred a bit under his breath, muttering “I thought you didn't like to cuddle...” in a half tease. He smelt Bourbon's breath on the nape of his neck and heard him stifle a giggle. The coon didn't open his eyes, enjoying the moment. “Is it morning?” Daiquiri eventually
asked. Bourbon made a grunt of confirmation. Fully awake now, the young coon took his elder's paws in his own and held them there.
“Wha what are you doing here!?”
The shrill shriek made both coons sit up fully, eyes wide. Wallace was pointing at a form crouched against one of the walls, hidden partly in a blue robe patterned in small purple triangles. Roku opened one bloodshot eye and looked back at the rabbit. Daiquiri scrambled to his feet, his balls dropping to the floor heavily on instinct. He started to grip his skin, the testicles in his sac hardening as he prepared to use his maleness as a flail. Bourbon stood and stretched, farting softly, before putting a hand on Daiquiri's chest in a dismissive manner.
“Morning fox. Sleep well?” he asked nonchalantly. Both Daiquiri and Wallace blinked. Roku grunted. “No. I heard you spooning all night long.” the fox growled. Bourbon smirked while Daiquiri blinked a bit and scratched his ass cheeks absently. Roku then passed a look towards Wallace. “And you snore.” he added.
Seemingly finished, the fox stood up slowly and popped his neck back and forth. Wallace shivered slightly. Daiquiri spoke out loud his assumptions once it was clear the fox wasn’t about to pounce on them. “Well since you aren't busy trying to stuff us in bag and drag us to Kyu...” he started, Roku merely eying him. Daiquiri turned to Bourbon and finished, “...I take it you talked him into helping us.”
Bourbon gave a smile. It was that shit eating one he wore frequently. Bourbon then gestured to the younger tanuki and looked at the kitsune. “Roku, meet Daiquiri, Daiquiri you remember Roku right?” he introduced them. Daiquiri gave a sheepish smile as the fox approached and the tanuki offered a hand to shake. Roku eyed it as if it were a snake. The younger coon put it back down quickly enough. He blinked a bit, remembering. “Oh yah, that's right. We did meet already.” he offered. Roku blinked this time and eyed him with the strongest glare he could muster.
“Come again?” the fox demanded.
“Oh, um...well I was a bit...smaller when we met.” the coon offered.
“Don't play games. I got enough of that from your friend.” Roku snapped.
“I...I um was between his legs last time ya saw me.” The tanuki offered softly in a half whisper, thumbing towards Bourbon.
The fox didn't speak.
“I...um...” Daiquiri swallowed.
“HE WAS MY DICK!” Bourbon clarified.
Roku rubbed his brow. Very very hard.
Wallace's morning wood gave the slightest twitch while he busied himself getting dressed.
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“You can't be serious.” Daiquiri muttered. Bourbon merely smiled.
“Its not a terrible plan...” Wallace offered in a shy manner. Roku gave him a look that would melt steel while Daiquiri looked at him with one eye while he held his paws over his face.
“I've seen better plans written on bathroom stalls.” Roku growled.
“You're just upset you didn't think of it first.” Bourbon retorted smirking.
Roku rubbed his brow as the group sat around the bar in the bathhouse, Bourbon taking a moment to empty it of what little booze hadn't been consumed last night. One hot tub still had a coating of dried tanuki leavings that Bourbon had been quite proud to show off. And that was even before the 'plan' was told to them. It wasn’t a horrible thing...at least in theory. Divide and condor was a simple and effective strategy. But the details...
Daiquiri looked at Roku again and wondered if the fox would actually let Bourbon go though with what he had in mind. Or if it would work for that matter.
“Now then, lets get started shall we?” the older coon announced and stood on the bar, taking a moment to adjust himself. Daiquiri couldn’t help but blush a bit at that. Roku ignored it. Wallace made sure he wasn’t looking. None of them bothered to argue with the taunki over any agreement to go with his plan. He was going to do it regardless.
The old coon smacked his paws together and concentrated. His fur ruffled and started to flow in a wave, his coloring paling and changing tone. Becoming softer and the color of copper. His legs gave soft pops as he gained a foot, then two and then three feet in height, becoming the tall one in the room. He sucked in his gut as his chubby frame elongated and became lithe and sinewy. He ran his paws though his scalp, the fur elongating into a long mane that he tamed into a ponytail. His longer ears twitched a bit as he put his paws to his face and pulled softly on his snout, making it longer, more pointed. He produced a robe from nothing (another illusion on top of this one) and slipped into it. His tail twitched a bit as he smirked (looking absolutely horrible on this new face) and bent over a bit. Eight additional tails shot out from above his ass cheeks with sounds, soft fart like squishes of moving flesh.
'Kyu' stood on the bar, his head almost touching the ceiling. Bourbon's voice left his lips as he spoke. “So, how do I look?” he asked, adding some snoot to his voice. Roku eyed him coolly as Daiquiri gave a soft clap of his hands. Wallace shivered slightly at the sight. Even if this was a imitation the fox still made the rabbit nervous.
“Snout is a hair longer. His fingernails are long but well kept. And he has a bad back. Some old injury but he hides it.” Roku spoke. Bourbon's expression firmed slightly but he nodded. He adjusted his snout a bit and then his nails and posture. Roku nodded. “Now the voice...” Wallace offered, trying to be helpful but already not liking this. At all. Bourbon smiled and rolled his tongue in his lips a bit, thinking of something to say.
“I'm am Kyu of the house of nine. I am a stuck up little princess who quite enjoys the taste of my own butt-hole. The only possible thing you could say in my favor is that I exhale CO2, which I hear is good for plants.” 'Bourbon declared in a rather perfect mimic. For the first time any of them had seen Roku smiled. And stifled a snorting laugh. Bourbon smiled like someone who had just gotten all '10's from the judges (even the snooty one).
“My turn I guess.” Daiquiri said out loud, half to the others and half to himself. He looked at Roku a bit for reference then started. His body fat sucked into itself in a swift motion, making him look as if he had been on a extreme diet of air and hunger. The coon then made popping wet sounds as his feet and legs reshaped, becoming more canine. He took hold of his nose and pulled, dragging the rest of his snout out with it. He ran his paws over his face and ears, pushing and pulling as needed. Lastly he let his fur change into a soft almost red tone. Roku eyed him and nodded. “That will work. There are a large number of 'sans' here so you should be unnoticed.” he assessed. Daiquiri nodded and eyed the robe Wallace was wearing. He had never tried to 'make' clothing before he realized. Bourbon, wearing Kyu's face like a halloween mask (and making him do all manner of stupid and silly expressions), noticed and bent down to his eye level. Hearing his partner's voice coming from those lips made him unnerved. As if a clown was offering him a balloon while his lips were still red with children's blood. He shook it off and listened to the advice Bourbon spoke. “It's all an illusion. Don't think of making clothing. Or making some out of your body. This is a parlor trick. Nothing up your sleeves cept the coin you make turn up behind the mark's ear.” he provided. Daiquiri nodded. He could feel the magic his body generated now. He hadn’t at first. Not really until they had woken up from their petrification induced nap. It was a soft warm thing, deep in his balls. Which didn’t surprise him in the least. Not quite arousal or lust. Something different. He just had to coax it out. He concentrated. To Wallace, someone who while touched by magic would never weld natural magic himself, it looked as if Daiquiri was passing a rather hard bowel movement.
Roku knew what the kid was trying. He had years of training to draw his magic from his bones. To shape and coax it to his needs and will. But the tanuki seemed to be guided by much different magic than his own. Wild horny things that were more herded then controlled. Which he supposed was fine by them. He knew Bourbon liked what he was. The younger one was new to all this. He wasn’t sure why a tanuki his age didn’t have experience at their trade. That was a question he would need to find out. But not today. Today they had things to do. He would get the answers after the dust settled.
The magic cast a almost bubble around Daiquiri's form as he coaxed it out from his body. It wavered and shifted, a unformed glimmer of a thing. Much more felt then seen. Bourbon made a encouraging sound. He could see it and feel it. “There it is. Now just shape it. Don’t worry bout details. All it needs to do is give the idea of clothes.” he coached. Daiquiri pulled it down to himself with his will, speaking to it in his head and feeling that he looked like a idiot. “Ok, just...just make robes. Just what the foxes around here are wearing. That's it. Just...just work please.” he muttered to himself. The magic obeyed. Wallace clapped. A robe much like the one he wore had coaxed itself into existence on his friend's body. Bourbon smiled and patted his back. “Not bad not bad.” he complimented. Daiquiri felt pride swell up in his chest at hearing the older coon say that. It made him happy.
Bourbon now turned to Roku and smiled widely. The fox grunted and his eyes got wide. He did not like seeing Kyu's face do that. It was like a shark that had decided to make kissy faces at him. Now he remembered the tanuki's plan for his role in their little escape plan/coup d'etat. He shook his head. “I told you no way in all the hells. Think of another idea.” he growled but Bourbon was already getting what he needed for his plan. Roku let out curses in all the languages he knew. Wallace looked away and Daiquiri did too...if only for a moment before he kept an eye on the whole thing...
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“Don't slouch so much” Wallace offered as he and Daiquiri walked down the hallway. The coon in disguise nodded and straightened up a bit. He was obviously a bit distracted. Bourbon hadn't mentioned it before but the clothing illusion required a conscious effort on his part to maintain. While changing his body needed concentration as well, once it was done his body held his new shape without a large effort. As long as he kept thinking “Ok i'm a three tailed fox.” in the back of his head, his body did what it was told. Now that he was practiced at it, it was getting to be second nature to him. Maintaining the clothing spell was something much harder. This was more like having to control one's breathing. Eventually your brain would just do that for you. But this...if the coon didn't think about it, the clothing would start to disappear right off his naked hide. Wallace elbowed him several times as he saw his clothing becoming transparent. This forced the coon to keep his mind on both making sure he stayed clothed, and to remember he was a fox right now. To say he was a bit distracted was putting it mildly. No wonder Bourbon rarely bothered to make clothing when he changed.
He wondered about merely trying to make his body make clothing along with the fox shape. When he did try that, Wallace said it looked like his clothing was made of rubber or worse, skin. The way it bent and moved. Making his body move and flex the same way clothing did was a much harder task then simply using the clothing illusion.
He sighed, “Always a catch.”
Wallace made a 'hmm?' sound which the 'fox' waved off. The pair had a task to do and the sooner the better. He didn't like splitting up but after seeing what Bourbon did to Roku he was glad to be FAR away from the kitsune at the moment. He thought he could see the carpet burn when they walked away towards the other end of the bordello. While the pair of them were off to set a trap for Kyu, he and the rabbit had been given a bit of a rescue mission. Wallace said something about rescuing a princess but the reference went over Daiquiri's head.
“So...what..what does she look like?” the rabbit asked curiously. Daiquiri eyed him and noticed he smelt a bit of...oh. 'Heh, so he likes the stinky girls does he?' Daiquiri thought to himself. The coon smiled.
“Oh well...she does have nice fur. Smooth like silk. And a stripe down her backside. She does have a nice backside. I got pressed against it. I didn't mind.” Daiquiri smirked. THAT smirk. Wallace didn’t notice his erection but Daiquiri did. He took a moment to poke it though the rabbit's short robe. The bunny let out a squeak and slapped his paw away. “You're as bad as Bourbon!” he snapped. Daiquiri just laughed at him. He decided he would take that as a compliment.
Lilly was a rather fetching lady he had to admit. Hell, every one of the 'ladies of the night' he had come across here had been pleasing to the eyes. And the males had been too. Even the kappa...long as he held his nose anyways.
Daiquiri had a nag in the back of his brain that he kept re-awaking every time he remembered he was originally a human. That nag that said “You know, you use to like girls without fur on their bodies.” which was true. He had liked women just fine. And truth be told, the guys too. Now though, well, both seemed almost equal in his brain. Male and female had become less genders and more what anatomical toys you got to play with. And what he had never contemplated as a human, that something furry and animalistic was attractive, came naturally to him. Seeing a tail or fur was no different then a attractive leg or curve of a rump. That nag told him that he should be worried by that. He chose to ignore it. He was ok with what he was at the moment. He was a tanuki. All that matters is here and now.
If they manged to live though this little adventure he would have time for introspective quandaries then.
Lilly's room was near the front entrance to the building according to Wallace and his own map of the place. With all the confusing hallways they were both glad to have it. While the rabbit was free to act casual, Daiquiri found he needed to keep 'in character' if anyone walked by them. The other guests seemed to not give much notice of them, although one or two did attempt to get Daiquiri's attention. He pretended to be in deep conversation with the rabbit over what drinks he wanted delivered to his room and what sort of women he wanted to bring them. The customers gave annoyed looks and walked on, leaving the pair to glance back and wait till they left earshot.
“This is getting old...” Daiquiri muttered to himself. Wallace didn’t say anything as they rounded the last hallway towards the skunk's room...
Big L was standing in the middle of said hallway, fat hands wrapped around a bottle that he was upending into his painted on lips (the fact he drank & smoked with no real mouth was a trick that Daiquiri never did get tired of seeing). He made a wet gasp of air once he finished his swig and his eyes noticed the pair as they stood frozen at the end of the hall. He smiled.
“Wally! Where the fuck have you been?” he bellowed. The pair exchanged a very quick glance at each other before the cat approached them, arms wide. “You fuzzy shit. You had me worried you got scared off!” he laughed. It was a thick slurry like sound. He took a moment to compose his thoughts and noticed Daiquiri. The pair shared a quick bit of eye contact. It felt like a eternity to the taunki in disguise. He broke it off and backed away politely. If the big cat noticed anything in that glance he didn’t say it. He looked back at Wallace and smirked. “So what were you up to? Was this little piss-ant helping ya find some 'fun'?” he giggled and rubbed Wallace's head. The rabbit didn’t stop him and muttered softly. “Um, no no sir. Just was...lost is all. The 'san' was showing me the way to the front desks so I could find out where you were.” he answered. Big L didn’t respond with words but merely took another swig of his bottle. He stank of booze worse then Bourbon and Daiquiri usually did. His facial features, painted on as they were, even looked a bit sloshed. A bit of hopeful confidence slipped into Daiquiri's belly. The cat wiped his face dry with a arm and grunted. “Well you found me. Whole shit lot it'll do ya though. I still haven’t found those goddamn raccoons.” he slurred. He tipped a bit and used the wall to brace himself. He gave a harsh laugh. “Fucking kitsunes.” he then looked in Daiquiri's direction again, a cool cruel look in his eyes. “yah that's right. Your fucking boss. Asshole is gonna likely try and kill me when I don't show up with those two taunki. But that's ok. I got a nice big fist here...” he flexed his arm at the 'fox' for emphasis, “Gonna shove it right up his prissy ass.” he snorted and broke into a laugh.
Wallace, not finding his boss drunk as shit comfortable at all, added a soft laugh as well. Feeling left out, Daiquiri gave a bit of one too. Big L's laugh died in his throat. He looked at the tanuki in disguise coolly again and took one more quick sip of his drink. “Have...have I seen you before...you...” he rubbed his forehead as if wiping fog from a windshield. Daiquiri swallowed thickly and adjusted his voice, feeling his vocal cords contract and reshape slightly. The voice the came out was crackled and sharper. “No I don't think so sir.” he answered. The drunk cat shook his head. “Uh uh. I know i've seen you somewhere. Somethin...somethin...” he muttered rubbing his head. Daiquiri felt rubbery and backed up a bit. This was going south quick. He stole a glance at Wallace who was backing up and away from his boss. He motioned back down the hall, back towards Lilly's room. Daiquiri debated in his head for a few moments. Now or never he decided. Just as well. He never was much of an actor.
“Well maybe we have sir. Its hard to forget someone with a cork in their asshole.” he smiled.
Big L's eyes went very wide and then very angry in the same instant. Daiquiri smiled a bit wider and let his eyes change color. From the yellow of the foxes back to his natural blue. He doubted Big L would remember his eye color but changing them in front of him was like waving a red flag at a bull.
“YOU FUCK!” bellowed from Big L's mouth as he halved the distance between the two of them in one big step. Much faster then someone his size had any right to be. Daiquiri let out a quick squeak of surprise, dropping to his hands and knees and starting to run. He had no idea why he dropped to all fours to do it, but he wasn’t going to question instinct tonight. The robe on his backside flickered and disappeared from existence as he took off. Big L shoved a table out of his way and bounded off, his big feet sounding like an elephant stampede.
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Wallace watched and stood there a moment, frozen. Then he felt his conscience slap him into action as he quickly turned and ran down the hall towards Lilly's room. He had a job to do. They even had plan a for if this exact thing had happened. He just hoped that Daiquiri had more of a plan then what Bourbon had offered when asked what to do if they ran into Big L. “Distract him.” he said.
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A fox that was gaining weight and changing colors slipped down the hall, past a fat hamster in glasses and a mouse woman in nothing but a pair of panties. The pair watched him go, distracted by the blur of motion. There was a harsh WHUMP as the hamster man found himself slammed onto the carpet as a white china bullet train shoved past him. His attendant gave out a harsh shrill shriek. Neither of the runners glanced back. (Although Daiquiri felt a pang of sorrow for the instant he could afford to give it)
Daiquiri was ruining blind. It had taken just two quick turns and he had lost his direction in the identical hallways. Much worse was that Big L was much faster then he thought. He was running at full tilt, belly fat dragging the floor, and the big cat was only two or three strides behind him. Every bit of furniture he exploded or knocked aside with his bulk, doing nothing to slow him down.
The now fully revealed tanuki slipped under the legs of a rather wide bear clad in what looked like a leather diaper around his hips. A gecko lady had him on a leash attached to the gimp-hood on his head. She gave a little gasp as he slipped past, the bear only turning his blind head. There was a harsh crash and motion of bodies as Big L slammed into them. Unlike the hamster, the bear was much to big to treat like a bowling pin. He roared “YOU STUPID SHIT!” as the pair struggled back up from the floor and slammed a paw against Big L's face. The cat whipped against the wall, denting it and knocking a painting off further down the hall. Daiquiri didn't stop to watch, instead he ran, hearing more swears and then thick sounds like a hammer tenderizing meat.
The tanuki was panting and gasping as he finally saw a spot he could work with. In his panic he had led the cat back towards the dining hall. The place was alive with all shapes and sizes of creatures, enjoying a early dinner, late lunch or actual breakfast. Food steamed on plates. Bowls filled with meats and sauces. He felt his mouth watering down his chin. He wiped it and looked around. Only a handful of patrons had noticed him slip in, not much different then the other half naked customers. He saw more bare breasts and balls then he did clothed ones. He heard a rumbling coming down the hall and found his second wind as he ran into the middle of the place, shoving and slipping between legs as he needed. Someone dropped a plate of pasta on his backside, releasing a soft gasp of shock and pain as the hot food slopped off him. He paid it no mind and bound up onto a table, stepping in a basset hound woman's chicken Parmesan. She screamed at him and slapped at his leg. He didn’t have time for this. He felt his face twist and swell as he looked right at her. A sneering mouth with fangs longer then her fingers, a wide flared nose, scales and spines, and black eyes with yellow irises roared at her, coating her with spittle. A crude dragon face to be sure but it worked. She screamed and shoved herself away from the table, her butt bouncing as she did. Several other dinners screamed as well and started to take off. The stampede started. The room started to erupt into a mass of nude bodies as they jostled and ran for the exits. Daiquiri found himself smiling a bit.
“RUN! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. GET OUT BEFORE I SHOVE YOU IN MY DICK!” he found himself roaring. And enjoying it.
He laughed and swelled his throat out, making another booming roar that got the last stragglers going from their seats. He could hear the kitchen come to a dead stop behind him and heard hushed voices spitting into phones.
“yes he's here! The one the boss wants.”
“Don't fucking tell me that. You get him! Not my job.”
“He's some kinda monster. He swallowed one of the customers!”
“I shat my pants. Can...can you bring me a pair when this is all over. No no, the blue ones”
“Im not even suppose to be here today...”
Daiquiri shrugged his shoulders. “Well, this distracting enough for you' Bourbon?” he asked the utterly uninterested crowd. They didn't reply.
–
Kyu wrapped his hand around the pen in his paw and started to write. And by write, he gestured with the object and spoke aloud while a san took dictation.
“Due to the rather unorthodox and repugnant methods you employed, I am afraid I can not offer any more donations Senator Wa..” he was cut off as the phone in his robe rang. He growled and removed it, pushing the button and speaking sharply. “This had better be...” he started and was cut off again, this time by someone's scream in the background. Kyu grimaced and held the phone a good foot away from his ear. The fox on the other end was muttering, spitting out a stream of words that he barely understood himself. “...hesgot a giant mouth itsa fuckin dragon I I dont wanta do this anymore sirr oh and and that stupidfatcat is here now and he's punching and throwing the guesstss...” the fox blubbered. The fox let out a wet yelp as the phone signal cut out. He looked a the now quiet thing dumbly and put it back in his pocket, before crawling into one of the kitchen cabinets and closing it shut behind him.
Kyu felt his fist start to bleed as the crushed fragments of cellphone dug into it. The fox taking dictation, old and thin with one eye and the other covered with a patch, closed the notebook he had been writing in. “Cancel the 4:00pm meeting?” he asked calmly. Kyu nodded as he ripped the office door off the hinge and strode down the hallway. The san with one eye casually took the fire extinguisher off the wall and began to put out the tiny foot shaped burn marks the master was leaving in the carpet as he walked.
–
Big L grabbed hold of one of the sans as he ran past him, armed with what looked like a rubber billy club. The fox let out a little shriek before the cat tossed him into the air, his body crashing into a punchbowl several yards away. The cat paid it no mind as he eyed the tanuki in the middle of the room, standing on one of the tables. Several of the 'san' kitsunes were around the table, attempting to take swipes at him with brooms, billy clubs, and one had taken what looked like a whip from one of the more kinky customers. Big L watched him whip the fat raccoon across the ass with it. The tanuki let out a yelp and then caught the whip on the next crack. Big L slowed his approach, watching now with curiosity. It wasn't Bourbon like he thought at first. It was the young one. The newbie. The little fuck that had started all the bad luck when Bourbon brought him along to his doorstep. He watched him move. He wasn't as big as Bourbon was, so he was a bit more spry. Truth be told, this was a assumption. He had never seen Bourbon, or any tanuki for that matter, actually get into a real fight. Usually they ran. This meant that the young one was stupid. Brave but stupid all the same. He knew the kid had balls. He could see them between his legs.
He still planed to rip them off and feed them to him however.
Daiquiri wrapped the whip around his arm and pulled it up, dragging the fox attached to it up to the table with him. He slammed his free fist into the fox's chest and sent him flying back into the floor. The kid was panting and wide eyed. If he had ever been in real fight before, he was doing decently so far. The tanuki took the owner-less whip and cracked it at the remaining foxes, keeping them back from the table. The kid knew his fight wasn't with them. He was waiting for Big L. And Big L never did like to disappoint...
–
Daiquiri panted as he watched the little furry group around him. They hadn't tried to topple the table yet which he was thankful for. One with dark fur, almost red, reached for his ankle, a club in his other hand. Daiquiri let him clasp his clammy paw around his ankle, only so he was close enough for his other foot to make contact with his chin. There was a sharp smack of pain in the taunki's foot as he felt the fox's jaw clack in his head, before the vulpine flipped backwards onto his ass. The tanuki bounced back a bit, steadying the table as the other foxes backed off again. The one who he had just kicked rolled over and whimpered, holding his bloody mouth closed and scurried away. He saw him briefly spit out a tooth. He didn’t want to hurt them but he had no choice. He knew what would be done to him if they got him to their master.
“Outta the way you little shits!” a voice ordered. Daiquiri looked up from his attackers and saw Big L sauntering towards them. A broom wielding fox dropped his weapon and scampered away without a second thought. That left only 2 now, both of them armed with clubs. The fat cat stood before them, smiling ear to ear. He still looked a bit flushed but whatever drunkenness seemed to have been forced away for the moment.
“I said fuck off! This is my rodeo and I don’t need any of you clowns in my way.” he barked. Daiquiri wasn’t sure he wanted them to leave at this point. They did anyways although the smaller of the two chucked his billy club at Daiquiri's side in a half assed way before running. It bounced off his hip and onto the floor. The pair looked around at the utterly wrecked dining room. More then half of the tables were upturned. Food steamed and stained the floor. The smell of something burning on a stove gave a nasty stink to the air. Not a soul was left except the cat and tanuki. Big L smiled and cracked his knuckles a bit, stretching. “Well kid, you do know how to clear a room.” he complimented. Daiquiri, sweaty and still a bit winded, smirked. “I do try.”
Big L didn’t listen and started to approach. “Lets get down to this shall we? I want to beat you to death. You obviously want to try and fight me. I don’t want you to get cold feet.” he sneered and slammed his fist down on the table Daiquiri was occupying. The coon saw it coming but none the less wasn’t able to get off with any sort of grace. The table upended and he fell back onto his ass before rolling off it and onto the floor. He gave a grunt and got back up, watching Big L roll the table out of the way. And then he did a funny thing. He put his fists up and started to dance. Back and forth. Like a boxer. After a moment Daiquiri decided that was exactly what he intended to be doing. He was bouncing back and forth like prize fighter, back slightly hunched, fists at his head level. A big moving mountain of china shaped into muscle bound pugilist.
Daiquiri grunted as he realized he had never really been in a real fist fight before. Oh sure he had gotten a punch or two in back in school. Nothing he ever started or finished though. Ah well. Always time to learn he supposed. The tanuki assumed a imitation of the cat's posture and threw his first punch.
It went wide as the cat feigned to his right. A white blur flew up between the coon's flabby chest and he flew backward.
The room spun and for a moment he had no idea what had happened. Except for the painful ache in his gut. Then he felt a hand wrap painfully around his ankles and start to lift him back up. He moved. The tanuki twisted around, not thinking about making his spine flexible, and rammed a fist into the cat's side. Two things happened. Daiquiri felt a white flower of pain shoot up his fist, and Big L dropped him, more of surprise then pain. Daiquiri crashed back onto the floor and clutched his paw. He wiggled it in his hand as it shook against his will, ribbons of pain going up his forearm. He had just enough time to decide it wasn’t broke before the wind left his body. He didn’t feel it when he smashed into the support post of the table behind him. The pole snapped like a toothpick, and several splinters dug into his back fat. He moaned and gasped for air, forcing himself to get back up on his hands on knees. His lungs eventually sucked in enough air for his eyes to stop throbbing. He saw motion to his side and scrambled, rolling though broken plates as he got to his feet. He turned and saw the big cat approaching, casually strolling towards him. Daiquiri spat and gave himself time to get his breath before the cat finished his approach. The billy club touched the back of his foot and he found himself armed and swinging it within moments of the realization it was there.
There was a soft THWAP sound as it connected with Big L's fat belly and bounced back.
“Shittt.” Daiquiri muttered.
“Deep shit!” Big L replied. And smashed one of his massive fists into Daiquiri's face.
–
Daiquiri blinked and sat up, instantly regretting it. His face felt as if someone had stuffed it full of burning cotton. He tried to moan but it came out a mewling squeal. He screamed now as he felt his nose. It bent to the left. He had the sudden urge to sneeze and when he did a red and black slurry splattered out of his nostrils and all over his hands and chest. Fire shot up his face and made him see white for a moment. He made another sound he didn’t recognize and stood up, holding his very broken nose. He wasn’t paying attention. Barely realized Big L was already on top of him again when another fist connected with his fat belly.
He bowed over like a playing card. His eyes were wide and he saw his own feet and the cat's for a moment. He found himself wondering briefly if Big L had even felt the blows from him and the crowd he broke though. He fell on his knees and looked up (seeing briefly, the faintest crack along the side of the fat cat's side. A hairline thing that you could only see from one angle) as Big L smiled down at him. “Sorry I had to ruin that pretty face of yours. I'll just have to make the rest of your head match.” he laughed.
Daiquiri blinked and spat in the cat's face, leaving a red squirt over his cheeks and forehead. Big L made a twitch before Daiquiri found himself on his back again, now several feet away. He waited a moment and rolled over, spitting out another gob of gore from his lips and poor nose. He briefly decided the only reason he hadn’t been killed already was because of the fat of his tanuki body. Not that it mattered at this point. The big fucker was going to kill him all the same. He felt tears in his eyes and then made a muttering sound as he felt a big foot press on his back and shove him down on the floor. His nose drug against the carpet and he screamed a muted cry. Big L made a laughing sound, wiping blood from his face and took his foot off Daiquiri's backside and put it against his round head. He pressed down, making his face dig into the floor until he screamed again. The cat let him turn his head just enough so that he wasn’t smashing his busted snout into the ground.
“This is all your fault you know.” the cat crooned. Daiquiri heard him but his head was starting to swim. His eyes were wet with tears and the blood on his snout. He offered no reply but to spit more.
“The second you came in the door, all the bad luck started. And I know my luck. I shoulda sent you and your butt-fucker lover back out on the street. But nooooo!” he growled, pressing on Daiquiri's head more. The coon made a groan in reply. The cat continued, obviously wanting Daiquiri to carry this information to his grave.
“I wanted even with Bourbon. That was all. And here he was, offering himself to me on a fucking silver plate. All I had to do was shove an apple in his mouth and roast his ass!” he spat and added more pressure. Bourbon could feel pressure behind his eyes again and things were starting to darken at the edges. Fuzzy too. He was seeing less clearly. The tables and chairs around them were turning into blurs and shadows...
The cat kept chatting, lowering his voice.
“and then you two sat in my storeroom all that time. Then I lost the Morgan account. Then my horse in the derby threw a shoe. Not to mention the fucking IRS snooping around.” he growled.
“And you and your lover, just siting there. Just drawin' all that bad luck to me. I bought so much stuff to try and counteract you two. The leprechaun gold, the lucky pennies, hell even that damn horse was born on the on the 7th in July and I had him fed nothing but 4 fucking leaf clovers! You were suppose to be a quick sale. Then you two would just rot forever like that, not ruin my fucking business!” he screamed. Daiquiri could feel his skull starting to give. Oh god he was gonna die here. He didn’t want to think that till now but...things were getting dark...
“Even turned Wallace into a full rabbit. Didn’t do shit. You started it all. You brought me NINETEEN YEARS of bad fucking luck! Well your luck has run the fuck out!” Big L screamed. And started to press all his large weight down.
–
'Nineteen years huh? Well that sucks', the tanuki thought bitterly to himself before the weight on his head took all thought...until...
Daiquiri saw something moving in the corner of his eye. Something swirling and black. Like ink being bled from a old fashioned pen into his eyesight. A glowing pinpoint of light in the middle of it. The inky thing looked his way, a skull with tiny coals of fire in the center of its eye sockets looked back at him. It waved its boney fingers at him. The tanuki felt his soul
shiver and wiggled his own fingers back in reply. He was surprised Big L let him do it. He looked up, ever so slowly...
the cat's big fat foot was still on his head. Still pressing...
But...
Why is it so slow?
He waited and although he could distantly still feel the pain, feel his head starting to be crushed, it was so far totally ignorable. As if someone had turned his nerves down to almost nothing. He eyed the reaper as it floated to him and then sat in front of his face, looking almost expectant. As if he had told him a joke and wanted to see if he laughed at it.
Daiquiri felt his busted snout with his tongue and, finding it felt numb but manageable, spoke out loud.
“Am I dead?”
“Not yet.” the reaper replied.
Not exactly a comforting answer the tanuki thought. He started to try and get up but found his body, like his pain, was distant. He could speak but he knew his mouth wasn’t actually speaking. He guessed he was more thinking at the the dead thing then anything else. But the urge to move his lips was still there. At least he had the illusion he was speaking. Still, he wasn't happy to see the reaper again. He had hoped he never would until he was old and brittle, hopeful in a soft bed many decades from now. He finally asked out loud. “May I ask why you're here? If i'm not dead that is.”
The reaper smiled and, distantly, Daiquiri felt his bladder loosen and start to very slowly wet his crotch fur.
“I am using an opportunity that has presented itself Mr. Tanuki.” it told him.
'Mr. Tanuki'? When did he get formal? Then again did that matter at the moment? Daiquiri assumed it did not.
“Mind filling me in?” he asked, trying to be friendly as he could when he was fresh from being beaten to death. The reaper kept his gallows grin and pulled the hourglass from his chest. Daiquiri thought he felt his heart stop (it may have very well have) as he saw the sand wasn’t moving. Then he saw that there was still plenty of sand in the top half of the vessel. Something, a too big grain of the glowing gypsum, had clogged the flow. The reaper waited till he was sure the tanuki saw this and started to explain. “You are having what your big headed types call a 'near death experience'. Which is rather apt in your case. You're close enough to pinch.” it giggled. Daiquiri wondered if he was going to shit himself too during this. Best not to tempt that fate. Still, it was nice to hear that he wasn’t actually dead...completely. Didn’t change the fact that the grim reaper was here again.
“That's...interesting.” Daiquiri offered. Death nodded in agreement. “It is. It seems you have a bigger role in the grand scheme of things than I thought.”
The tanuki contemplated that. He did void his bowels now. Death didn’t seem to notice (or care if he did). He continued regardless.
“I have a job for you Mr. Tanuki. Its not a hard task but it is something that must be done. For I can not do it myself. Otherwise I would have.” he spoke, his voice gaining a obvious pang of self disappointment. Daiquiri didn’t like where this was going but he kept quiet.
“I won't bore you with too many details. I will be to the point. The kitsune, Kyu is my prey. He has escaped me and due to his unfortunate actions, I can not collect him.” the reaper told him. Now Daiquiri was interested. Very much so indeed. Death spoke further.
“The kitsune has been consuming souls. They have granted him many more years then he was allotted. And power far beyond his natural state. And because these souls have been consumed by him, not only can they not be collected and judged, they render the kitsune in a state of living. A living being is not something I can collect. Only the dead are my domain.”
Daiquiri listened and digested that. From what little Bourbon had guessed and Roku had shared, he had assumed that the kitsune had been playing some sort of trick or game. Somehow he had shown up, taken control of the clan, and not a soul knew where he came from before hand. Bourbon had surmised that he must be fueled by something. A spell, a magical item, something that gave him a shortcut.
Hearing that he had been eating souls however. Now that chilled Daiquiri a bit more then even the reaper standing next to him did. He looked at the reaper, into those tiny embers deep in the sockets of his canine skull.
“What...what did you want me to do?” the mortal asked quietly. The reaper ran his bones along the hourglass in a oddly motherly gesture. “He has a anchor here. It lets him exist and stops me from claiming him from that tapestry of flesh he wears. Destroy it. Then he can die. Before that it is a fool's folly.” it told the tanuki.
Daiquiri swallowed thickly, the reaper having just loped another worry on top of the basket load he had already. Bourbon and Roku were going into a fight they literally couldn’t win.
“You have a deal. Now how do I get outta this?” the tanuki muttered, motioning his fingertips up to the still slowed ceramic cat that was on top of him. Death flashed him a smile and made a high little cort sound. “Who said I was going to stop the large fellow? No, you have to do that on your own. If you fail...well then I shall see you again very shortly. But don't worry. I am rooting for you Mr. Tanuki. I'm sure you will find a way to bounce back...” the reaper smiled. He watched as the dead thing took a moment to look around the floor, searching. Daiquiri assumed it was for a split drink or maybe a bottle of liquor that hadn’t been smashed in the fight. The reaper found none and Daiquiri saw him fade, fade away until there was nothing there but a wisp of black ash and fog. He grunted and started to feel the pain, the sensations starting to ramp up again. The dial was being eased back on. The crushing pain in his head, the smell of Big L's unwashed feet on his skull, the burning plug of blood and pain in his nose. The nausea in his belly and the swirling of things. Even his vision started to fade out again. The world sped up from grass growing to paint drying. He was gonna die...for real this time. He had to do something. Think of something. He thought of Bourbon. Thought of all that had happened so far. He didn’t blame him for leading him to this. No...he was happy. He was happy he met him. He didn’t regret that at all. Even the idea that he had lost nineteen years of his life didn’t bother him as much as he expected. If he had been told that a day or so ago, he might have broke down and cried. He still might do that. But not right now. In fact the only thing he was regretting was that he was about to die. And likely Bourbon too. He regretted that deeply. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to die. He wanted to fight. To keep going and see what else was in store for him. Because HE would be there with him for it. He wanted to be there with him. The tanuki was what he wanted the most right this moment. To touch and hold and be held again.
'NO.'
'No not today. I will have that. I will not be killed here. Not now. Think, dammit, think' the tanuki spat to his own mind. There had to be something. Some way to bounce back...bounce. Wait.
...that’s it.
–
Big L's foot smashed the tanuki's head flat. He could feel the floor though the racoon's head. He felt Daiquiri twitch and become still under his foot. The big cat let out a guttural groan of satisfaction.
–
Big L stood there, panting. His side ached. Ached bad. He ran a hand against it and winced. The fucker had tagged him hard enough to make another crack. Another beauty mark he supposed. At least he had cracked him much worse then he been able to give.
The ceramic cat looked down now at his foot, seeing the tanuki's head still under it. An eye looking right at him.
Then the eye blinked and looked right back at him.
Big L's eyes widened and he realized that instead of a crushed pulp sensation, like a pumpkin under his foot, it felt very...flat. Like a pancake. A rubbery one no less. The flat head under his foot shifted and he swore he saw the edge of a smile. Then the tanuki's head slipped out from under his foot bonelessly, as if a spatula had been under his leg the entire time.
–
Daiquiri rolled, ignoring the confused pain drawing across his face. His vision was distorted for only a moment as he let his head flop around like a flat sheet of paper before he felt Big L's wide body against him. He flipped around, his head resuming its real shape (and real broken nose and that lovely bloody pain), as he found himself laying on his back, seeing the fat cat's groin and taint. He smiled widely. He drew all of the flesh inside his tail, much of his butt and stomach all into his arm as he drew it back. The arm swelled up as if someone had stuffed it full of bricks. Big L saw Daiquiri between his legs, rearing his arm back. The gigantic swollen arm that was aimed right at his manhood.
He was too slow this time..
–
CRRRRSSSKIHKK!
The tanuki's arm shot upward deep into Big L's crotch. Daiquiri felt briefly the shape of the ceramic cat's shaft, fat balls included, against his fingers before it all crumpled under his fist. All of the repuposped muscle, fat and even some bone shot up his body, up his arm like a spring loaded boxing glove.
The arm and fist, swollen to double size by all the extra mass exited the cat's ass with a explosion of white flakes and shards. A hot gush of booze splashed all over the floor and much of Daiquiri's belly and chest. He could feel his arm was now wet and ached slightly of the brief splash of hot liquid.
–
Daiquiri found hims face against the big cat's fat belly, his arm punched though his crotch and out the back. The cat stank of a china set that was washed in sweat and blood. The tanuki's own he knew. Big L was still, leaning over him. He felt the cat's paws on his back, on his shoulders. The cat briefly twitched and gripped his fur before relaxing. Daiquiri relaxed too and pulled his arm's extra mass back out of it and into the proper places in his body. His ass inflated, his tail pushed back out of his spine and his belly swelled back up. He retreated, gently guiding his arm back though the big hole though Big L's groin. Once clear of the hole he laid back, resting and panting. His head was still swimming. God his face hurt. As If someone had shoved a broom handle inside and broken it off. He kept one eye on Big L as the cat let him lay down. Big L was very very still. Frozen nearly. As if turned to stone. Deja vu.
The cat's face was soft, almost blank expression-ed. He was scared to move it seemed. The tanuki looked though the hole in the cat and could see a framed picture on the wall behind him. It was an ugly painting he thought.
Several long moments passed.
Big L made a choked sound and risked a movement. There was a sharp sheering sound and he was quick to stop. Too late again though.
There was a sharp SNAP sound as Daiquiri saw the cat's ass crack wider. This was followed by his right hip collapsing. Big L screamed as his weight came down, his arms flailing as he was forced to fall backward right on his back. Dust flew up in the air and Daiquiri coughed on it as if flew up into his face. He wiped his eyes clean and once the dust cleared he took in the scene. He saw Big L's right leg was still standing there on its own, seemingly unaware its owner had been detached from it. His left leg however had been drug down with the rest of him, breaking more of the hip off. With the way he had come down, the tanuki assumed the cat had smashed his own tail into dust as well.
The tanuki sat up and spat blood from his lips and risked wiping some from his nose. He groaned and wondered if that 'yanking back into place' trick in the movies actually was true. He would find out later he supposed. He stood up, shaken and weak. He felt a shifting under his rump and grimaced as he realized he had indeed shat himself. His groin was damp as well. Well he was coated in all of his body fluids save for some cum. Maybe Big L could jerk him off and complete the package. That was a funny thought. He giggled.
His head felt stuffed full of cotton and he wondered if he had gotten a bit concussed. Maybe he had maybe he hadn't. Either way, he was the one standing. Big L was not. And now he literally could not.
“Because I broke his ass in half.” Daiquiri finished the joke Bourbon was making in his head.
Big L squirmed on his back, groaning a choked cry as he felt shattered bits of his tail grind into his back fat. He stopped moving however as the tanuki walked past him and stood right above him, his nut sac drooping right against the cat's forehead.
“Howdy.” Daiquiri said softly. Big L felt the words dry up in his throat and found himself smelling the tanuki's piss and shit as he squatted in front of him.
The tanuki's eyes seemed distant and glazed. Big L wondered if he had cracked his skull after-all. Then the tanuki spoke coolly, coldly and he knew he was quite clear headed. At least enough to kill him.
“I'm debating what I should do now. I could get one of those table legs or maybe a chair. Just take one of those and pound you with it. Keep pounding till I’ll need a dustpan for you.”
“Or I could just smack your arms till they fall off. That'd be funny. Then you'd really just be a teapot.” he spoke, then tanuki remembered he had castrated Big L as well. He added, “Just one without a spout.”
Big L said nothing but tried to keep his face blank.
The coon eyed him, purposely leaning forward until his ball-sac was resting quite comfortably on Big L's nose. His ceramic skin was warm and felt rather nice actually now.
He decided what to do and spoke again.
“You're fond of deals though. Here's mine. Wallace is no longer your property. He's mine. I own him now. You have no claim on him.” he informed the cat.
Big L's face scowled slowly but he nodded. “...Alright.”
He waited and the tanuki didn’t remove his balls from his face. They were leaving a smear of shit on it too. “..AND?!” the cat growled. Daiquiri took a moment to respond. Several moments.
“The statues you have in the storeroom. If they can be restored, do it. If not, send them here.” he told him and stood now, dragging his scrotum along the cat's face before he hopped over and past the cat's now very reduced reach. And Big L did reach, oh how he tried, but all he managed was to sit up and then flop back down as another portion of his butt snapped off. He let out a guttural scream, slamming his fists onto the floor like a baby.
“And goes with out saying but I’ll say it anyways...” Daiquiri called over his shoulder.
“...if you fuck with me or my friends again, I will kill you.”
Smeared with blood and powdered cat crotch, Daiquiri the tanuki walked off and to a new destination. He blinked his eyes and saw something leading him. A ashy oily trail that he knew only he was seeing. Straight to a secret place. The place where Kyu was storing his greatest secret...
Before he left the room he saw a glinting fragment of Big L laying on the floor. He picked it up, smirking at the white chunk of penis as he held it in his hand.
“Souvenir.”
12
“A bull in a china shop indeed...”
Kyu sneered aloud, more to himself then his underlings. The fox ran one of his toes along a fragment of Big L's ceramic skin. The hard material gave a little bit of resistance before it crunched under his digit. It added to the layer of dust and shards that created a large mound on the floor. Said mound then had been forced apart by something heavy. Something heavy that had dragged itself across the floor and left a dusty white trail out of the dining room and through a side door. Nearby was a dried brown splash of blood. Next to that was what appeared to be urine and dung, mushed into the floor as if by a poorly trained pet. Kyu took a (very brief) moment to sample the scent. He turned green for a instant and covered his nose with the sleeve of his robe.
That filthy bastard's smell would never come out. He would need to have most of the carpet removed. And burnt.
This was not to mention all the other damage the two brawlers had caused. The dining hall was a total loss. Ruined wallpaper, broken furniture, not to mention the numerous stains the carpet now bore. Even the kitchen itself was in need of repair (the assorted food stuffs left to burn had caused a good amount of smoke damage).
Kyu assumed the tanuki that had met Big L had come away the victor. Although judging by the blood trail that he left, it was a hard won victory. A part of Kyu allowed a pleased jealousy in himself to flower. He had been awfully curious as to what exactly would happen when Big L met a sledgehammer. Now he knew. He almost wanted to thank the tanuki...almost.
The fox ran a finger through one of the many small splatters of red on the floor and sniffed it. Much easier to remember then the wastes. That fine coppery scent. Easily tracked. Perfect.
Kyu smiled.
This annoying game would be over shortly.
“Sir should we...” a voice interrupted the kitsune's thoughts. He looked at the san at his feet with minor annoyance. The underling was holding one of the many white chunks of the china-cat. He swallowed thickly and finished. “...find where the big kitty fellow went?”
Kyu licked the blood off his finger tip before he answered.
“Yes, but don’t waste more then a couple men on it. He's not going to get far...” the fox answered and pointed at the severed legs laying in the big mound of Big L shards. One of them still stood like a white monolith on a carpeted beach. The san nodded and pointed at two other foxes. Those two nodded and came to him.
“When you find him, call me. I think his head will make a acceptable vessel for my morning tea.”
Kyu added. The lead san waited for any more orders and when he got none, followed the white dust trail out the side door.
Kyu himself closed his eyes and put his nose to the air. He breathed in softly. Filtering. Separating. His nose saw all. The smell of burnt food. The carpet's aroma of feet, food stains and now blood. The fine dust particals Big L's fragmentation left in the air...
The tanuki's filth...
...his blood.
Bingo.
Kyu's lips curled into a soft smile as he found his direction. One of the sans watched him walk into the kitchen and then out the back door. The small fox knew that whoever had made this massive mess would likely be dead soon.
–
Kyu's feet padded down the hallway briskly. He made no stops as he followed the scent. The trail of blood drops, which had been abundant at first, had now all but ended. But the scent was still there to find. Kyu knew now the tanuki was battered. Wounded perhaps. He liked the mental image of a tanuki missing one of his limbs and trying to hold the stump in the crook of his arm. He knew that there wasn't enough blood for that to be true but a man was always entitled to his fantasies.
One thing he could tell for certain: his prey was hobbled by the injury that had befallen him. The blood scent wavered back and forth down the halls as if it's owner was drunk (something Kyu assumed automatic considering his prey's nature). There was even the occasional smear on the walls. He eyed one and made out a paw print in red.
That was good. Kyu had never faced another shape shifter in combat before. He considered the idea of defeat at the hands of one of these scrotum centric pests laughable at best. But he did prefer to be prepared.
Considering this one had managed to cripple that fool cat earned him a bit of caution on Kyu's part. The bigger question was: was this the handiwork of the older tanuki...or the younger?
Kyu rolled that question in his mind as the hallway turned and he realized where the scent was leading: his office.
The kitsune stopped for a moment as something he hadn’t felt in years welled in his stomach.
Worry.
He gave a shrill little bark of laughter. That was silly. There was no utter way the tanuki knew where IT was. He had ensured the item was well hidden. None had seen it. And the kitsunes who had helped dig the foundation for IT's resting place were long dead and in his belly.
The very idea it was discovered...
Kyu hurried his pace and found the trail wasn't deviating. It was heading straight for his office. If the tanuki was planning on hiding and licking his wounds, heading towards his enemy's den was suicide. That left no other option. The nine tails let out another shrill laugh that died in his throat like a rat in a trap.
Kyu broke into a run and ran right past the open door to his office, intent on the hidden panel he had made into the back wall around the next hall.
“That's right. Now give his taint a lick...”
A voice ordered from INSIDE his office. Kyu stopped in his tracks and walked back the handful of steps to the open door. He heard the voice again before he saw what was producing it.
“You two are naturals at this. Now spank his ass. Harder!”
Kyu blinked and felt his face loose its color. At first he thought he was looking in a mirror. The fox's eyes found a reflection of himself sitting at his desk.
And then the reflection looked right back at him.
And smiled in a long tooth filled grin. His own grin. The reflection wiggled Kyu's own long fingers back at him in a little wave. And spoke once more in the kitsune's own voice.
“Oh good. I was hoping you might come back this way. I’ve been just having these two boys put on a little show for me. Something for the personal collection.” the second Kyu declared.
He leaned back in Kyu's chair (his feet sitting on the desk rudely) and motioned towards the other forms in the room. The original Kyu hadn't registered their presence fully until they were pointed out to him.
A pair of sans were bent over each other in the center of the room. Both of them had removed their clothing. And their modesty. One was topping the other, face red with concentration as he worked his hips back and forth against the others ass. The bottom was panting, groaning as his back end was being assaulted. He was using one hand to support himself, the other to address his erection as it bounced between his legs. The pair were being viewed through the lens of a third san, this one with a camera mounted on his shoulder. Kyu remembered purchasing that thing several years ago for the purpose of making training films for the staff. He had never gotten around to doing so of course.
Beatings left a longer lasting impression.
The camera was getting its first real use, buzzing softly as its internals recorded the Top san slapping Bottom's ass.
Kyu felt his eye twitching rapidly and he bit his lip to make himself stop. The clone of him saw the motion and snorted.
“Oh that’s a bad tell.” he commented.
Kyu's eyes left the fucking foxes and back to the imposter wearing his skin.
“Unless I have a twin I've lost track of, I take it you are one the of interlopers?” he questioned, drawing his composure back into his body. The second Kyu nodded and made no motion to remove himself from the fox's chair. In fact Kyu could swear he saw him grind his ass into the seat. He kept his face detached and stoney best he could. Kyu turned back to the sans who were still engaged in each other sans clothing.
The camera-fox had noticed the interruption and managed to only produce a terrified squeak of response. He watched the two Kyu's looking at him through the lens. He felt something hot leak down his legs. He started to mutter something but the sound was lost as the other foxes took notice as well. At least, the one on the bottom did.
“oh nnhnoohoooo nooo nonoo noooo...” Bottom whined sharply.
“Ugh! Ooohh wha...what are you bitchin about?! I...I'm nnnot even done yy yet!” the san on top of him barked. He had his eyes tightly shut and leaned down to grip his partner's hips, thrusting hard and fast now.
The bottom turned his head to the fox who's cock was in his ass. He thought he was rather polite considering the situation as he screamed, “OPEN YOUR EYES YOU STUPID TIT!”
Top did. And saw double vision. He blinked. It didn't change the fact that there were two Kyu's looking at him. One of them was standing, face locked in a grimace of fury being contained by the thinnest of barriers. The other was smirking at them. That one winked.
It took only a few more moments for the fox to realize what Bottom was screaming in his ear.
“That's the one the boss wants your moron! The tannookkee!”
Top nodded. “R..right. Ooh god you’re right.” He immediately attempted to pull out. And went nowhere. He gave out a grunt and then a whimper as he realized he was knotted inside the other fox's arse. Bottom noticed as well and let out a mewling yelp as he tried to pull away too. The fox's ass made a wet twap against his friend's butt.
The standing Kyu saw this and cocked his head. He smiled. In a pure instant the two sans knew they were about to die. Terribly.
The camera-fox saw this through his lens and started to beg. He was cut short.
A flash of motion came right at him though the viewfinder.
THWAP
The camera-fox dropped the camera on the floor with a clattering sound. He waited to feel his head pop off his body like a champagne cork. After a few long long moments, he realized his head was still attached. He opened a eye and wished he hadn't. A long fingered hand was inches from his face, grasping for him. The fingers flexed and popped loudly in protest, as if the digits themselves wanted to dig into him and not just their owner. The small fox followed the hand and saw that this Kyu's arm had stretched across the room to grab him. And in turn, the other Kyu...
the other Kyu had clinched a hand around the arm and held it in place. It made him think of a snake handler grabbing a cobra by the throat.
The original Kyu blinked as he realized he had been grabbed. No-one had touched him without permission in years. Many more since someone had the gall to stop him from doing...well anything he wanted to. He slowly turned his head towards the impostor, a look of pure shock on his face despite his efforts to hide it.
The tanuki wearing his face smiled and shook his head. He then spoke softly in a voice that was not the kitsune's. It was a fast talking, smooth sound that the terrified sans all found a welcome change. He was also talking directly to them (although his gaze didn’t leave Kyu's fire filled line of sight).
“I think this is a good time to pretend you're all little girls and run home to mommy.” he offered.
The sans agreed instantly. The camera-fox dropped to all fours and ran past his cohorts, skittering past Kyu's long robe and out the door. The con-joined sans awkwardly fled, Top laying on top of Bottom as he was carried off and out of the room.
–
Several long moments passed as the pair of Kyu's held their positions. The real Kyu's gaze was still one of fury and now disgust. Bourbon could feel the heat from it as if he was about to burst into flames.
And then he felt the fox literally getting hot. As if he was a hot pan. He relaxed his grip from the fox's stretched limb. The arm wiggled and twitched before it drew back to it's owner in a controlled whipping motion. Bourbon flexed his own arm a bit, being slow to bring his hand to his body. He felt the pads and found them hot and achy. Burnt.
He looked at the kitsune as he stared back at him. Kyu cocked his head and breathed thickly. He was composing himself. Calming down. His eye was still twitching. It looked as if he was sending Morse code with it.
Bourbon could see steam coming from the sleeve the fox's arm had retreated into.
Hmm, apparently the fox could do more then light cigars and melt phones Bourbon considered.
Kyu spoke softly and with a measured tone. It reminded Bourbon of a arrogant professor or businessman.
“I would have your name.” he requested. Bourbon grunted and smirked.
“Why?” he replied.
“I wish to be a gracious host and send flowers to your next of kin.” he offered.
“Bourbon the tanuki.” the fox bodied raccoon answered. Kyu seemed to roll the name on his tongue.
“Bourbon is it? Not my favorite drink. I prefer a good 'Beaujolais' myself.” the fox smiled. Bourbon cringed slightly. Seeing Kyu smile was like seeing teeth in a woman's lady parts.
Bourbon nodded none the less. “Not had that myself. Not exactly picky when it comes to my drink.” he replied. Kyu nodded. “I thought not.”
The kitsune crackled his knuckles before speaking again.
“Before I relieve you of your pulse, please do take off that imitation of my face.”
“Oh? Cant stand the sight of it either huh? Cant say I blame ya.”
Bourbon smiled as he let the fox's face sink into a shorter rounder snout. He drug the transformation out, letting his tanuki head rest on Kyu's long gangly body before letting his limbs slip inward grotesquely. The robe that had been upon the imposter's form faded from existence in the next instant. Kyu's face stiffened as he saw 'his' testicles swell up like water-balloons, followed by the rest of his body.
Shortly, a fat tanuki was siting at the desk, balls dangling over the chair's edge.
“Charming...” Kyu muttered, feeling his eye twitching again. The fat drunk was mocking him. Every moment he was breathing was a insult to the kitsune. Mockery was something he did not allow. Being mocked was for the poor and ignorant.
He was going to tear those 'grapes' off the raccoon's undercarriage.
And then he would buy a automobile.
He couldn’t drive one. Never bothered to learn.
He just needed it so he would have something to dangle those fuzzy 'dice' from.
Bourbon eyed the tall sinewy fox and debated. He planned. He planned to get shit faced. And quickly. The fox was going to be very slippery and fast. And possibly on fire. He didn't want to try this while sober. Then he remembered something. Not exactly a promise but something he knew Daiquiri would have wanted him to try. For the sake of saying he did.
“By the by, I assume you wouldn’t just, ya know, let us leave right?”
Kyu blinked and smirked.
“That particular boat has already sailed my fat round friend. If you two had come to me without all this...trouble, I would have had you only mildly beaten before I let Big L turn you back into decoration.”
Bourbon shrugged. At least he tried.
Kyu stopped this line of discussion with another question. He had started to look past the tanuki and around the room.
“I take it your cohort is in hiding somewhere in here. I smell shit and although you are quite full of it, its not from you.” he growled.
Bourbon blinked.
“Of course he is. That's kinda the point you know. Surprise and all that.” the tanuki spoke. Kyu nodded softly. He eyed the room from top to bottom. Nothing seemed out of place. The obvious hiding spots were the cabinets upon the back wall, the grandfather clock against the opposite corner, and then the long table in the center of the room. And that was assuming the tanuki had not found the hidden panel. The little bastard had obviously been here for a bit. Plotting.
Bourbon eyed the kitsune and frowned. “Oh give me more credit then that. It'd be a little too obvious if he was here in the main room right?” he asked. Kyu's eye twitched again and he found he could no longer stop it. The tanuki motioned his thumb towards the wall. The wall where he had found a panel that let it slide open. Into a very large hidden room. One loaded with treasure, booze, drugs and plenty of hiding spots. Among other surprises.
Bourbon smiled and stood up from the chair finally and felt for something on the underside of the desk. A hidden drawer was opened and a package of smokes dropped into his paw. Kyu grunted and watched as the tanuki opened the pack and took one to his lips.
“Haven’t smoked in decades. Care for a light?” he teased.
Kyu whipped his arm at him in a motion that produced a sharp CRACK a instant later.
A cigarette flew in the air and landed on the desk. Kyu brought his arm back...
...holding a handful of wood and plaster.
He looked at the tanuki and for a moment thought he had decapitated him. Then he saw the tips of the fat thing's ears protruding from the sunken folds of skin at his shoulders. Kyu watched in disgust as the tanuki's head started to re-inflate up from between his shoulders like a zit rising on a teenager's complexion. The old tanuki's head returned to its place on his shoulders as if nothing had happened. The raccoon's lips were showing an eager smile.
“I'm gonna have a lotta fun with you.” he giggled.
Kyu's eye twitched and a blood vessel broke inside it. The eye turned crimson. The nine tails barely noticed it.
He charged.
–
Daiquiri heard 'thunk'ing sounds against the walls as he walked. He wasn't sure at first if they were real or in his head. It was getting hard to tell what was what now. His head ached and throbbed and he now had a faint ringing in his left ear. He did see a occasional bit of dust rain down from the ceiling so he took the sounds as real for now.
Daiquiri was no doctor. He had always been a rather healthy person so his experience with them was rather lacking. But he had watched plenty of TV and movies.
He knew a concussion when he saw one. The blood that leaked from his ear was another nice clear sign of that. His body ached as well but nothing compared to his nose. The thing throbbed intermittently. It had finally stopped bleeding but it wasn’t much relief. Daiquiri felt as if he was perpetually on the edge of sneezing.
He shook his head, a wave of nausea rolling over him. He stopped and waited for a dry heave to come but nothing did. He moved on.
He needed to keep going. If he stopped he would want to sleep. And if he slept there was a good chance he'd not wake up. So he kept his feet moving. He eyed the 'trail' ahead of him. A greasy black smear of oil and ash that ran along one wall. He could see soft fingers in the smears as if it was made by a very boney hand coated in paint. He knew if his nose wasn’t a giant clot of blood he would smell it too. But only him. This was clearly something just for his sake.
The tanuki had went past an office and then down a short side hall (his broken nose prevented him from smelling his mate's scent. He had also missed Bourbon as he had been busy in the hidden room, preparing for Kyu's eventual arrival).
Bourbon had shared this part of his plan. He figured that if the entire place went crazy, Kyu would double back to his office, ensure its integrity first, then begin to search for them personally.
The hall dead-ended rather quickly, being capped with a small writing desk with a ugly plant on top of it. Daiquiri noticed the plant was odd looking and not just an eyesore. He approached it and felt it with a finger. Plastic. For some reason he didn’t fully understand, he felt...repulsed. Repulsed by a fake of a natural thing. He didn’t know why. Some deeper connection that he knew was now there but he had yet to make contact with.
He looked for the trail and found the plant had been liberally smeared with the black oil slime. He touched the stuff and shuddered. He took his paw away and found the fur on his finger tip where he touched it had turned gray. The paw pad that tipped the finger had paled slightly too. He stiffened and eyed the slime from a much safer distance.
After a moment or two longer he found himself looking for whatever he had missed. Another path, perhaps a door. When he went back around the corner, (missing Kyu's gaze by mere seconds) he saw the trail had faded and disappeared. He blinked and rubbed his sore eyes and found that it was still gone. He grimaced and went back to the desk and the plant at the dead end. The slime was still there, looking maybe a bit thicker. His mouth was dry and he wished he had something to drink. He'd be satisfied with cough syrup at this point.
He would also be satisfied if someone told him the answer to his little problem. He wasn’t much for puzzles to begin with, much less when his head ached and he wanted nothing more then to lay down in a dark corner for a good year or two. But no...he would have to run this little maze first. Find the cheese at the end of it like a good little rat. Then he could rest...
His eyes caught something. He got as close to the plant as he dared and looked again. Plastic...more plastic...dust...plastic again oh how different and new that was...wait.
One of the leaves wasn't plastic. Well, it was plastic. Just not the same rubbery stuff the rest of them were. This one was hard. Like a button.
Daiquiri smiled a bit which made his broken nose throb. He did it anyways.
The tanuki used a claw tip to press on the 'leaf' and it neatly depressed and with a soft click. There was a hiss and then something shifting. The tanuki backed up and watched. The wall behind the desk shuddered and then a fine rain of dust leaked out of its edges. It moved a good inch. Inward. On a hinge. Daiquiri walked forward and pressed on the bare wall. It moved. A hidden room was soon revealed, the light dim but lit with fancy gold fixtures on the walls. He found the desk was actually bolted onto the wall, being moved with it. The tanuki pushed firmly now and the hidden door swung inward until he slipped inside. It slowly shut behind him and left him in the dim light.
–
“Well this looks expensive”
Bourbon commented as he hopped up and grabbed hold of the silver shield. There was only a faint resistance as the gauntlet that held it in place released its grip. The display of armor looked considerably naked without the shield attached to it (and Bourbon thought the large, kitsune shaped helmet topping it looked slightly miffed at his theft). The tanuki quickly spun around.
CRKUK
Bourbon gave a hard grunt as the shock-wave climbed up his arm and rattled his teeth. His feet stumbled back and he found himself on one knee. He eyed the back end of the shield and saw a rather large dent.
Kyu must have too, as he let out a aggravated bellow a few feet away. There was audible shame in it. Bourbon decided the shield had been more expensive then he thought.
The tanuki glanced up from above his defense and saw the kitsune's face. That red eye was a lovely new feature as the fox bared all his many teeth. What little cool he had was now gone. Steam was rolling out of his lips as if a bellows was pumping inside his gut.
'Well, at least this is working out so far' the tanuki thought.
Taking the fight into the main room was the plan after all. This step of it anyways. Much more room to maneuver.
And many more toys. True, this poised a danger to Bourbon as well. Nothing was stopping the nine tails from using any of the many swords, shields or other sharp pointy things himself.
Nothing except what Bourbon was counting on: Kyu's arrogance.
Kyu would not touch anything simply because he wanted the satisfaction of killing the tanuki with his bare hands. Or fire. Whichever did it first.
Speaking of which...
Bourbon felt the air start to heat up once more and drew his tail and head down into his torso again. The hot air singed his fur and heated his skin before he felt a hard WHUMP against the shield. It felt like a fist had been thrown at him and then burst on the metal. His feet gave again and this time he found himself sitting on his ass. The metal heated up in his paws and he grit his teeth to keep hold of it. He could smell the sulfur and saw the faintest licks of flame as the fireball dissipated.
Kyu swore something in a twisted snarl.
Fingers, long sharp and now coated with ash, reached out and grabbed the shield in the tanuki's grip. Bourbon felt Kyu pull and lift him off his feet. He could take a hint.
The tanuki let go and let the steel thing be taken back, leaving him floating in the air for a moment. He saw the shield become a crumpled ball of tinfoil before Kyu realized Bourbon was not attached to it.
The tanuki pulled his legs to his belly and curled his tail under himself as he came back down to the floor.
Kyu saw something. A wide fat ball.
It rolled fast and right between his legs. He flinched.
The fox leaped up and forward, clipping the ceiling as the ball of flesh unrolled into a fat raccoon and slipped between his legs. He didn't see the tanuki hop against the wall afterward and jump back towards him.
The fox barely lost a beat as he landed on his slender feet, turning towards his attacker with a satisfied sneer.
“Trying a low blow? I would think that beneath your...” he began but was cut off.
Something warm, fleshy and HARD smashed into his snout and twisted his head. His body followed as he crashed into the cabinet that held his collection of Faberge eggs. The glass and wood shotgunned outward as the cabinet crumpled behind him.
The owner of that hard fleshy mace smiled and watched the show with satisfaction.
He landed on the floor and gripped his scrotum skin tightly, swinging his testicles around and around just above his head. The flesh made a long rope that held his bean-bag securely as he looped the 'rope' around one hand for extra control. The heavy orbs spun in a circle, making a blur of fur and skin as he waited. He could feel a dull ache in them but not terrible. He concentrated and his nuts hardened further in his skin. Now like a pair of basketball-sized steel ball-bearings.
Kyu made a grunting sound and retched himself out of the remains of his cabinet. A chunk of Faberge egg, red with white trim, stuck out of his left cheek. He felt it and plucked it out like a ingrown hair.
A wisp of fire, blue and hot, flickered in the gash as his blood oozed out and then boiled. The wound seared shut in moments leaving a black bubbling scar.
Bourbon swallowed a bit thickly.
Kyu stood up slowly, dusting glass and egg bits off his robe and fur. There were several large glass slivers sticking out of his back like porcupine quills. His robe started to smolder and then in a instant, Kyu himself was literally on fire.
Bourbon couldn’t help but watch as the nine tails self immolated. The fire melted the robe on his body into a smoldering black coating that started to melt. The back half of it fell off and slopped into a pile of slag, followed shortly by the sleeves. Kyu wiped the dissolving coat from his shoulders and arms dismissively. This gave the tanuki a good view as the glass shards in his back and shoulders started to dissolve. Transparent red teardrops oozed down his fur and flesh until he moved forward. His feet burnt neat round holes into the carpet as he did so. As his back flesh flexed, the fire cooled and released tiny cracking sounds. The glass drips broke apart and added to the molten fabric and ash on the ground.
Kyu smiled. That horrible smile, now only made worse as fire slipped up and out of his teeth and nose with each breath.
The flames were nothing but a warm steam around his nude body. Harmless to him, death to everything else. He held his arms out, letting the tanuki take in his flame perfected form.
Now he felt much better. All those souls being stroked and fanned into his beautiful fires. He eyed himself in the reflection in a nearby case and found he looked like a god. A proper fire and brimstone god. A vengeful one, too. He eyed the tanuki before him. He wanted to see that look of fear. That fear of god that crosses one's eye when they are about to die. The kitsune did love this part. The part where they begged and then screamed as they melted. He walked closer and closer, looming now over the fat raccoon.
He looked at the tanuki and waited to see that look in his eyes...
And saw Bourbon had his hands at his dick. Specify he had it pointed at him.
'That wasn’t right...' the nine tails thought briefly.
There was a hot gush as the tanuki started to piss. The stream hit Kyu's vision and he screamed in disgust and shock. The fire let out a cloud of yellowed smoke as his concentration broke completely. The naked fox staggered back (feet crunching glass underneath), his fire dieing out as quickly as he had summoned it. Bourbon eyed the destroyed cabinet, which had moments earlier been ablaze, now only smouldered and steamed. The kitsune's fire did not behave like a natural flame. This was good.
The tanuki had been worried about the place burning down if he pushed this prissy pansy too far.
The pee stream started to taper off now, Bourbon giving his dick a few last shakes. He had made a impressive puddle on the floor that thinned as it lead back to just between his legs. Kyu was still wiping his eyes, now cursing himself for destroying his own robe. That would have been handy at this moment.
Bourbon paid him no mind as he panted slightly, feeling considerably better. He had been holding that in for awhile.
Pee taken care of, he had something else to address. The tanuki's paws found his cock once more and started to dig into his piss slit, stretching it wide...
Kyu stumbled around blindly as he felt around the cabinets and shelves. He let out little growls and swears as various priceless things fell and exploded around his feet. His paws eventually found a 16th century tapestry on the wall. He ripped it off its hanger and wiped his eyes frantic with it. It left smears of ancient dye and pigments on his face as if his mascara was running. His eyes burned and throbbed in his skull. The already red eye now was swollen and puffy. His other previously undamaged one was now pink. The tanuki's STINK was coating him, burning his nose. He started to wipe furiously at his fur, trying to dry the filth out. This was beyond him. He was naked, bloody, and now fucking soaked with urine. He was going to do much to the little fat bastard. Things that he hand only dreamed of. He would invent new tortures for him.
And when it was all over and done he was going to bury him under an outhouse. So he would have the satisfaction of shitting on his grave every single day.
Kyu's eyes found Bourbon and he began to summon flames to his fingers once more...and then he saw the tanuki still had his hands on his cock. Kyu flinched, half expecting another 'bath' before he saw that was not the case.
He blinked. The fat thing had almost his entire arm INSIDE his own maleness. Kyu's belly quivered slightly at the mere comprehension of how that must feel. A deep, shamed side of his libido made his cock twitch slightly. He made no movement to attack just yet, that same side of him watching in disgusted but intrigued fascination.
Bourbon couldn’t help but smile as he 'dug' around inside his shaft, reaching down deep. Kyu could see the tanuki's arm through his penal flesh, moving and wiggling like a worm. And then he saw Bourbon was actually feeling around inside his own testicles. As if it was a (very hairy) woman's purse.
Kyu found his jaw was open and he made a effort to close it. Bourbon’s own mouth got wider and showed more teeth in his grin. The tanuki used his free hand to hold up his scrotum now, as he kept 'searching' inside himself. Kyu could see things pressing around inside the fleshy sac as the coon dug through it. Various shapes and bulges that he couldn’t hope to identify. The nine tails swallowed thickly as he realized what this could entail.
'This little bastard could have anything in there. Swords. Scrolls. Guns. Explosives.' he thought silently.
Bourbon paid him no mind as he dug around in the private storage locker between his legs. The inside of himself was always a fun thing to play with. Warm fleshyness that was always warm and slick. The full feeling of his arm filling up his piss slit was quite nice too. And all the lovely things he had inside his nuts. They all teased him so as they shifted around in a sea of warm liquid. He kept his mind on his task, using his peripheral vision to confirm Kyu was standing in one place. He didn’t dare look directly at him, afraid that making eye contact would break the spell his little 'show' was having on him. Truth be told...he did like a audience.
“HA! THERE YOU ARE!” Bourbon suddenly exclaimed. Kyu flinched. Again.
He watched closely as the tanuki started to extract his arm from inside himself with a wet sloppy 'SLLRUUKTP!” sound. The fox tensed and he prepared to move once more. He waited for the glint of steel or possibly the shape of a grenade or pistol. Nothing he couldn’t handle of course...but he didn’t feel like re-growing a limb if he could avoid it.
He saw IT. His mind stopped.
Bourbon saw Kyu's blank expression and envisioned his brain had seen something unfathomable and had taken a smoke break.
The tanuki rolled IT on his fingers and made it dance before popping it up into his other hand. It was quite slick and he almost dropped it. The sudden motion made Kyu twitch and shake his head. He snapped out of it and looked at Bourbon and then the item once more. His eyes widened and then relaxed.
Kyu laughed. It was a shrill thing that sounded like it was past it's expiration date.
The tanuki was holding what appeared to be an apple. A bit of fucking fruit. Kyu's mouth opened wider as his little laugh turned into a full on titter and then a guffaw. It reminded Bourbon of a rather ill sounding hyena.
Kyu literally sat down on the floor and held his sides. His face quickly became red and flushed as he struggled to control himself. He muttered to himself, not bothering to address the tanuki just yet.
“..a fucking apple why why the hell did he heehhe...sweet gods what stupid...hee...hheee!”
This went on for quite awhile.
When he had had enough, Bourbon cleared his throat and made a “ahem” sound. Kyu blinked and looked up, smirking. He wiped a tear from his eye. His tone of voice was almost...jolly.
“Oh my...my my. That was amusing. You...I...heh...I have no idea what is going though that simple brain of yours but this is far from what I expected. A...a apple. Hehe. HEEHE.” he squeaked. He was obviously winded from his chuckle fest.
Bourbon nodded, smiling himself.
“Not 'just' a apple my fine, furred friend.” the tanuki started. Kyu's giggles slowed down as he listened intently. He had already started to smolder and his tails were soon ablaze once more.
Bourbon ignored that. He had a speech to give.
“This is a 'Lunar Apple'. A tanuki delicacy.” he gloated.
“Take a apple, ferment it in tanuki brewed spirits for, oh say, seven months. Harvest under the light of a full moon. Made by a old tanuki girl called 'Moonshine'. Cajun lady with nuts bigger then mine!”
Bourbon started to pass the apple back and forth between his hands like a ball now. Kyu noticed the slightly pinkish fruit seemed to be almost...pickled. Spongy even. His laughter had curled up and died somewhere during the start of the speech.
“Now this shit will do a number on anyone. The stink can make ya tipsy in an hour. If you were a human, you'd fall over dead from touching the damn thing. Goes very nicely with a salad. To laugh at.”
Kyu rolled his eyes. He could smell the thing now, a pungent aroma of apple and hard liquor. The thing seemed to be dripping fumes and it made his eyes water slightly.
“Do you have a point you long winded fool? I do hope you don’t expect me to eat that foul thing.” he asked.
Bourbon shook his head.
“Nonono. This isn’t for you. Its for ME.”
and took a bite.
Kyu could see the vapor from the foul thing wafting in the air as it was bitten into. Bourbon’s eyes rolled back in his head briefly as Kyu saw him quiver. And watched as what appeared to be a literal wave rolled over his flesh. Starting from his toes and leading back up to the tips of his ears, the tanuki's flesh shivered and rolled briefly. It looked as if someone had plucked him like a guitar string, the vibration traveling vertically up his pudgy form.
The change was instant. A softening of sorts. Kyu had seen a controlled concentration behind the old tanuki's annoying mannerisms. Now that concentration was gone. That control. That worried the nine tails . Bourbon would have told him he was right if he asked.
Bourbon tossed the rest of the apple in his mouth and chewed wetly. A slow eye turned to Kyu and the tanuki winked. And grimed. THAT grin.
“Enough of this.” the fox growled. As amusing as this was not being, he was tired of entertaining this drunken freeloader.
His claws flew and Bourbon made no motion to dodge them.
Both hands shot forward, palms flat and fingers pointed straight. They made a furred spear that was hot at the tip. The blade like arms connected...
...with empty air.
Well that wasn’t quite true. The air his arms occupied was warm. Kyu's eye twitched until he closed the orb tightly to stop it.
His arms stuck not in the tanuki, but THROUGH him. But he had not punched a hole in his fat head like he intended. No, the tanuki had made a space for his arms to occupy. The tanuki's flesh had parted around them, making a perfectly round hole. Said hole just happened to be in the middle of the raccoon's face. Kyu saw the tanuki's eyes, now down close to the edges of his lips, as if his face was running like makeup. They looked at him with a sleepy but confident gaze. His lips were still parted in that grin.
Bourbon moved, Kyu barely having time to register the motion. He was not use to seeing a body moving like a boneless gel. In a moment, Bourbon was standing to one side, his legs having barely moved while his upper half had reshaped. The space that Kyu's arms occupied was still there, but now he saw the flesh surrounding them was not Bourbon’s head, but his arms.
The fox started to move as he realized what was going to happen.
Bourbon was faster.
His flesh slapped wetly against Kyu's own, exacting a soft yelp of surprise. It felt like a furred eel was now wrapped around his arms. Kyu started to wrench backward and then he saw that Bourbon was not gripping him with both arms anymore. It was only one. The other was right under the fox's elbows.
'This is going to hurt' Kyu decided.
Bourbon pushed upward, deforming his arm into a round hammer shape.
CRRUSSNAPP!
There was no scream. Just a high pitched little gasp from Kyu's lips. Bourbon let go of the fox and staggered back, his legs rubbery. He slapped his tail to the floor to keep his balance. He thought of it as a 4th leg (his 3rd was in the front of his hips). He didn't notice that his tail had shaped into a literal leg as he thought that.
He was too occupied with the sight before him. Kyu fell to his knees, holding his arms in front of him. His eyes were wide, mouth open and nostrils flared. He was looking at his arms as if they didn’t belong to him. They were the arms of some other nine tailed fox...
Kyu's long arms now made a pair of triangles at the elbows and dangled limply from there. It reminded Bourbon a bit of a praying mantis. He smirked. And snorted slightly.
Kyu turned his head, shocked expression not changing, not comprehending he had just had his arms snapped like toothpicks.
Bourbon had a bemused look on his face when they locked eyes. Bourbon then put his own arms in front of him, mimicking Kyu's pose. He let his arms deform and flop downward at the elbows. Now he wiggled them at Kyu in a cruel mockery of his injury.
Kyu's other eye, the one that did not twitch, now did so.
Bourbon never saw him move so fast. The nine tails (which Bourbon saw now were really one fat tail that branched off at the base like the branches of a tree) flared up with angry heat before they slapped against him. The impact was hard and he felt a red painful burn develop instantly on his fat belly.
He left his place on the floor and flew backwards. A Ming dynasty vase bigger then he was stopped his flight when he crashed into it. A shower of ancient pottery flew out around him like dusty fireworks to mark the occasion. The world spun around until he put his paws to his head and held it still. He blinked several times and closed his eyes for a moment.
Kyu screamed now. Long and hard.
That done, the fox gently bent forward and maneuvered his flopping right arm to his mouth. He clinched tightly around his wrist and held onto it. He jerked his arm downward at the shoulder.
KRRRUNK
The wrist held in his lips now bled and stained his mouth with red. He eyed his elbow as he felt the bones, now in the correct position, shifting and mending back together. He let go of his hand and waited a few moments before he tested his arm. It bent slowly and stiffly. But it did move. He flexed his fingers as feeling came back into it.
One arm fixed, he took hold of his other wrist and breathed thickly. His breath came out in harsh pained rasps.
KRRUNK
Kyu bit his lip open this time, adding more blood to what already stained his face. He flexed his left arm a few times as he felt the bones restoring. Once it was finished he moved them both together. Up and down, left and right. He touched the ceiling, stretching his limbs very slowly. Everything worked.
He smiled and cracked his knuckles. And burst into flames. The fire melted the carpet around his feet as he turned and approached where Bourbon still lay in the shattered vase. His eyes were closed, as if asleep. That's fine Kyu thought. He wouldn't want to be awake for what he was going to do to him either.
Bourbon opened a eye and smiled. He saw that the fox was lit up like a roman candle and winced.
“Ehh, could you dim the lights? I'm just resting my eyes a bit...” he complained. Kyu's face twisted in a angry scowl.
“DO NOT FUCKING ORDER ME YOU MAGGOT!” he bellowed. Any control he had was now gone. A floodgate was open and his fires flared and shook with each angry breath he took. Bourbon rolled his eyes at the barking command.
“I'd order a drink but i'm a bit plastered already. Besides, a prick like you is too high and mighty to even think of doing that yourself. You'd have a servant wipe your own ass if you could.” Bourbon commented. He giggled. He'd bet good money there was a fox around here with a brown paw.
Kyu's lip quivered. The blood on it smoked and turned into dried black tar. “You don’t know a damn thing about me your filthy fuck! I've earned every damn thing I have. I've earned it with my blood, my planning, my fucking sweat and tears!” he screamed at him. The fox had stopped in front of Bourbon and towered over him, chest heaving and fires bellowing around him like a cloak. The heat was making the tanuki sweat and adding to his already sizable musky scent. He liked that. He didn't care for the kitsune's rather rude tone. Bourbon had been told that booze loosened his lips. They were right.
“You want sympathy? It's in the dictionary between 'shit' and 'syphilis'.” Bourbon replied.
Kyu answered with a roar and started to bring his fist down, intending to pound the raccoon into the ground like a fine paste. A motion caught his eye. A glint of it in Bourbon’s eyes. He wasn’t looking at the fox. He was looking past him.
Something hard and sharp stabbed through Kyu's tails. He felt several of them drop off on the floor like writhing snakes. He didn’t scream. The pain was too quick. It felt much like being slapped before realizing you were missing part of your anatomy afterward.
He turned and saw what had mutilated him in his moment of utter distraction.
Another one. Another gods damned tanuki. It was a hair taller then Bourbon, his fur lighter and less thick. He glared at him with a satisfied smile and a fire ax in his paws.
'Damn the fool who thought of fire regulations.' Kyu thought briefly.
The new tanuki saw him start to move...
He wasn’t as quick as his partner however. There was a blur of motion and Kyu soon had this interloper pinned against the wall to his side. His claws dug into the plaster behind him and his palm held the raccoon's fat neck in place. He made a choked sound and dug his tiny clawed fingers into the fox's palm. The fire started up in full force again on Kyu's body, stopping just inches away from the new tanuki's face. He stopped struggling, eyes wide and looking quite intently at the flames as they danced on the kitsune's forearm.
He would make them both suffer. But the old one would suffer first and greatest...
–
Earlier, Daiquiri found himself walking down the hallway behind the hidden door. The lighting, while dim, wasn’t too bad. Even in his foggy state of mind he found his way well enough. And as the hallway went in a circle (circling Kyu's office and going into the hill the bordello was built into) the lighting began to become poorer. The old lamps had dwindled to only every dozen feet until there were none and nothing but darkness ahead. Daiquiri pressed on undaunted. He had seen things that would make the dark piss its pants. Metaphorically of course.
As the hall became a tunnel, the tanuki found his eyesight wasn’t that diminished. He realized dimly that he now had rather good night vision. His brain, like a rusty hinge, remembered that he hadn’t been a tanuki all this time. It was like a practical joke he kept falling for. His brain took great pleasure in reminding him of this fact it seemed.
Still, he wished he had some lighting. He could feel and dimly see the tunnel was getting smaller. Soon he was kneeling and his ears kept dragging over the ceiling. Sometime between the lights ending and realizing he didn’t need them, the carpet had stopped. He was walking on bare dirt. The occasional pebble or sharp point brushed his feet. He was thankful for having thick paw pads now instead of his old pink human skin there. A brief memory of what his toes had looked like before being coated in fur flashed in his brain. He grunted and pushed it aside.
He kept going, finding the tunnel was starting to circle. As it started to curve once more he saw a new light source. He could dimly tell it was made by a single light. Maybe a light bulb or a crude LED light he thought. He could now make out white shapes made into the walls around him. He ignored them.
He put his paws to his sides and used the walls for balance now. His head was starting to swim a bit. Soon he had to stop every few feet to let it settle before he would move on. He debated puking. Doing so inside a enclosed tunnel would be a bad thing. So he didn’t. Although he wanted to.
Soon the tunnel ended and opened up into a large cavern. It was a round shaped thing that was lit by a tangle of red Christmas lights. They were strung up in a row along the ceiling, the wire leading back the way he came. He also saw that wooden supports were supporting the walls around his head. That was comforting. Less comforting was what else he saw.
Now he could quite plainly see the white shapes in the dirt walls.
He had already guessed what they were but he didn’t like confirming it. Skulls.
All shapes and sizes of them. He recognized what he assumed were mice, cats, dogs and larger things. Bears, birds, something he thought might be a crocodile. All of them were the remains of the larger anthropomorphic beings he had met and seen in the bordello. What he guessed populated this odd realm he had been drug into. All of them victims of Kyu.
Their gallows grins seemed to be smiling at him. The reaper would feel right at home he thought.
And in the middle of the den was the centerpiece of this collection of death.
A bell jar sitting on a small table. Inside was a head. A human head.
Daiquiri felt his skin crawling as he eyed the thing in the jar. It was old, easily the oldest thing in here he figured. The jar was a bit dusty but not untouched. He would guess it had been dusted maybe in the last month or two.
The thing inside however had obviously not seen air in quite some time. The skin was mummified and thin. Like paper stretched over a plaster mold. The cheeks were torn open, exposing the head's teeth and jaw like open sores. Through the holes he could see it was missing a few of its teeth. The head was male, topped with thin tan colored hair that hung dryly on the scalp. And was tied in a ponytail in the back. The head's eyes were open wide as it had none in the sockets. Just empty orbits that looked right back at Daiquiri's own eyes. He swallowed thickly. The face was too far gone to guess a age or race but he thought thirties and Asian. He didn’t know or care. He knew who this was.
Death had left a black circle on the jar, just in case he didn't get it.
The tanuki also realized that the reaper (or maybe just fate) had a sense of irony.
Daiquiri breathed thickly, his head throbbing with each breath. He didn’t want to do this he knew. He knew this was the line. THE line someone crosses when they take a life. He had never planed to kill Big L. It wasn’t in him no matter what that asshole deserved.
Kyu was not Big L. The fat china cat was merely a small fish in a big pond. Kyu was a true monster. The kind of thing that swam deep in the swamp, too deep to see until he drags you under the water.
Daiquiri would not kill Big L.
He would kill Kyu.
He didn't know if he belived in God anymore. Hell, he was a kind of one now if Bourbon was to be believed. He knew that there was an afterlife because he was somewhere in-between it and the world he came from. That was both comforting and terrifying at the same time.
He didn’t think he would be damned for taking this life.
And if he was, he would have comfort when he found his judgment.
He had done the right thing.
And as the tanuki removed the jar from atop the mummified head, he had a very unpleasant sense of deja-vu.
This wasn't the first time he had killed someone. He hoped it was for the right reasons then, as it was now.
The former human felt his hand shape into a mallet. He didn’t blink.
He did what needed to be done. The right thing.
–
“I want you to beg! Beg his fat ass to save you!” Kyu spat in the tanuki's face. The coon he held in his paws merely glared at him. Kyu tightened his grip until the tanuki was getting purple again.
Bourbon was sitting up on the floor now, staring at them both. He rubbed the back of his head, finding a very nice knot. His hand came back bloody. He wiped it on his thigh as he stood up, wobbly.
Kyu was looking not at his captive but at the old tanuki. He was not getting what he wanted from the young one. He had expected that one to scream. To cry out and beg. But he was made of harder, less talkative stuff then his mate. That was fine. He would start to burn things off his body. Then he would get the sounds he wanted to hear.
He looked down at Bourbon, looking for that lovely expression of hopelessness and fear.
Bourbon wasn’t wearing it. He was as stone faced as his friend. As if he was a statue once more. Seeing the tanuki without a smile on his lips made him look old and worn. Kyu grunted. It would do for now.
“What? No joke or comment. You disappoint me tanuki!” he laughed. Bourbon said nothing. Kyu's smile thinned into nothing and then became his usual scowl. “Speak up! I will not stand here being ignored. Do you want me to start peeling his skin off like a fruit!?” he roared.
Bourbon shook his head but said nothing. Kyu's fires flickered and waved. He could feel blood oozing from his tail stumps. Oh gods his poor tails!
He could feel that all but two of them had been cleaved right off his ass. The two remaining ones had a deep gash across them, having caught the tip of the ax. He knew if he flicked it too hard, at least one of them would break off. The others all sat in a wet pile in on the floor like headless snakes. The pain from the stumps traveled up his spine like little rivers of acid. One stream from each severed tail.
His rage welled up in his belly even worse now that he looked at them again. He couldn’t just regrow those. He would need to eat at least a dozen souls to properly regenerate them. Even worse, he could feel the souls inside him swirling around mindlessly. Enraged and screaming at him. Even the one that formed his deepest Jimmy Cricket was telling him he deserved to be hung from a gallows. That one rarely spoke. That worried Kyu. He had them under control but the loss of most of his tails had weakened him. As if he was a bottle and his contents were under pressure. And some fool had been playing with his cork.
No matter. He would kill them here and now. His ideas of torture and revenge would need to be forgotten. He needed to just kill them and consume their essences. That would be enough to calm his innards. He could make do desecrating their bodies later. And he would have the satisfaction of digesting their souls for all time. That improved his mood greatly.
He turned back to the tanuki he held in his claws. The coon was still looking at him with a ugly look of contempt. He had never seen this one but it obviously had seen him. And hated the sight of him.
“If your master won't move to save you, maybe he just needs to see you in pieces. What do you think?” he asked him snidely. The coon's face remained stoney. Kyu tightened his grip as the coon let his arms slack and hang at his sides. Was he giving up already?
The fat thing felt slick in his palms as if he was greasy. Kyu took a deep breath, finding his odor was worse then his mate's. He got his snout inches from the tanuki's eyes and they stared back at him coolly. Not a word left his lips.
“FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!” Kyu roared at him.
“He won't.” Bourbon answered.
Kyu turned his head and looked at the tanuki with a confused scowl.
Bourbon was smiling.
“That's not my Daiquiri.” he spoke softly.
The fox whipped his head around.
There was a quick motion and then Kyu found his vision was disrupted by something in his line of sight.
It was a short sword. Which had been stabbed up though his lower jaw and out the top of his snout. The blade pulled away from his eyes and cut his muzzle in half down its center.
–
Daiquiri heard screaming and started to run, leaving the mashed mummy fragments on the floor of the den. He ran and soon found himself on all fours, picking up speed. His scrambled head screamed at him to stop. Somewhere along the way he did puke. He had heard thumps and muffled sounds while inside the tunnel. He had thought them merely part of his rattled mind but now knew better.
The fight had started without him.
–
Kyu's eyes crossed and he fell back, his snout splitting open and spraying red like a fire hydrant. He could feel the flesh separating like a flower and wrapped his hands around it to hold it shut. He made a mutilated squealing sound as he realized his tongue had been sliced in half as well. The fox's back found the floor and he screamed. It was a terrible wet sound.
Roku found himself on his ass as Kyu released him finally. He gasped and took in big gulps of air, finally allowed to breath deeply again. The fox scrambled to his feet and backed away from Kyu as the nine tails started to roll and bleed everywhere.
Roku felt no sympathy.
What he did feel was disgust. And relief. He could finally relieve himself of the 'disguise' Bourbon had given him. Much of it had already been wiped off his throat, exposing his reddish orange coat under Daiquiri's much tanner coloring.
He eyed Bourbon siting and looking at him, that expression he often wore still on his face. He shook his head and wiped his face clean. Daiquiri's face smeared and pulled off his fur, revealing his own fox features once more. He looked at his paw, the raccoon face now reduced to what it really was: waste. Bourbon’s own specificily.
Roku could still not believe he had let the old fart go though with this plain. He didn’t think he would ever be clean again.
Still, the shit smeared over his fur had done its job. Once Bourbon had coated him in the leavings, the tanuki could easily control what Roku looked like. The shit was still sort of part of the tanuki's body. And thus apparently, under his control.
Roku had been a helpless observer as he watched this body become short, fat and far more well endowed. He didn’t mind that part as much as the fact he was COATED IN SHIT. Other then that little issue, the disguise was rather impressive. But not flawless. He left brown footprints at first, soon none. If one was to look at the bottoms his feet afterward, they would not match the rest of the paws. He also, not surprisingly, stank like shit. Bourbon shrugged after being told this. “What's your point?” he joked. Roku had invented a few new obscenities to call him then. But it was already done so no way around it now. He even was able to bring along his sword. He was careful not to reach for it, thinking that seeing a raccoon reach into his hip and pull out a blade might be a bit disturbing.
Eventually his nose had become deadened to the stench, at least long enough to follow Bourbon though the halls of the bordello. His disguise had changed without his control, turning him into fox once again, but a fat one with a different face entirely. He had kept silent as Bourbon made fools of the san's searching for them. Bourbon did all the talking. The disguised fox let him without complaint.
Roku kept his mouth shut because while he might not be wearing the same face, the staff likely did know his voice. He answered any questions with nods or grunts until they were left alone. Bourbon took his sweet time, giving Daiquiri and Wallace the time they needed to find Lilly.
Lilly...
Roku had planned for this of course. He knew one day he likely would cause or at least be involved in a change of leadership here. For better or worse. And he also knew that if he failed, anyone involved with him would be executed alongside him.
Lilly was a smart girl. He knew that once she was told the situation, she would be fine. The safe house wasn’t far and she knew the path well. She had picked the place out actually. The hope that she had got out of the bordello was enough to keep the six-tailed fox going. He focused on that as Bourbon walked around in Kyu's skin. And made a ass out of himself. But for once he didn’t mind the tanuki's shenanigans.
Seeing 'Kyu' trying on woman's clothing and asking the laundry staff what they thought had brought a smile to Roku's face. Sending search parties to check every bathroom in the building was funny too. Mostly because he had ordered them to 'feel up' every toilet they found. They could be tanuki in disguise of course. Everyone knows tanuki can't keep their form when you lick them...
This continued until they got to Kyu's private office. It had been vacated and still smelt freshly of Kyu's scent. They likely missed him by only a few minutes.
Bourbon changed Roku's disguise back into that of Daiquiri's form and the pair began to search the room. Roku knew Kyu had hidden things in here. His smoker's hide-y hole was likely the least of them.
Bourbon found the hidden switch first, (which was good because Roku realized his touch was leaving brown smears on things.) and led them into Kyu's private treasure hoard.
Roku's only comment on the room was simple and to the point.
“Fuck him.”
“Only with a broom handle.” Bourbon had added.
It didn't take long before they were interrupted. A trio of san's came into the main room (giving Roku only a few moments to hide inside a grandfather clock inside the treasure room) and Bourbon went to greet them. He shot a glance towards Roku's hiding spot, winked, and then shut the hidden door behind him. Roku could hear the tanuki in disguise feed the sans a expert line of bullshit before things devolved into something lude. Roku wasn't in the mood to watch.
He waited patiently in his hiding spot until he heard new voices. Loud ones with threatening tones. Kyu was here. That was good. He was getting bored inside the stuffy clock. At least he had gotten himself a little bit of company while he waited. He ran his paw along the head of the fire ax and smiled. Thank the gods for that fire inspector last year. The fine Kyu had received had resulted in a fire extinguisher and a fire ax in nearly every hallway. Kyu, being a asshole, made sure he had the nicest, most expensive ax in his treasure room.
The fight went better then Roku expected. He had thought he would need to intervene very early in the proceedings. It turned out that Bourbon very likely could take the nine tails in a fair fight. But Kyu never fought fair. Fairness was beneath him.
The only thing that worried the six tailed fox was that he'd be crushed inside the clock. The furniture was being murdered as the pair of them threw each other into things time and time again. Roku knew what Bourbon was doing. He was driving Kyu into a blind rage. A raging enemy was a easily lead one.
And then he pulled out that rancid looking apple. Seeing Bourbon move like he was made of pudding made Roku's stomach lurch. But he could also tell that he was drunk. Well...more drunk anyways. He had never shown much effect from the endless amount of alcohol he and his mate consumed.
But now he actually swayed and staggered. But it seemed that was his plan too.
Roku almost didn’t leave the hiding spot, thinking that just maybe, Bourbon would do the deed without his help. And then he saw Kyu undo his broken arms. And slap the taunki away like a fly.
He needed to move. Now.
So he had. And here he was, Bourbon looking at him in a bemused manner. Roku realized he was being eyed and saw Bourbon’s cock was poking out of his fat sheath. He grunted as he realized his ass was being stared at. It was Daiquiri's ass, but Roku was still wearing it.
“You are hopeless.” Roku muttered as he took a moment to wipe his ass clean. The much scrawnier rump that was hidden under the dung didn’t hold Bourbon’s attention as much. The tanuki blinked and shook his head.
“Spoilsport.” Bourbon smiled. He rubbed his head a bit and used Roku's shoulder for balance. Once he was steady he giggled as he realized he had a big smear of shit on his arm. Roku grimaced.
“This was a horrible idea.” he growled.
“That's why I loved it.” Bourbon smirked. “Speaking of...” he added, pointing towards Kyu nearby. The large fox was still rolling side to side, smearing red all over his body and the floor.
“Nice shot.” Bourbon complimented.
“Nice nothing. I missed.” Roku complained. He had aimed for Kyu's throat, intending to stab his blade into the base of Kyu's brain. The nine tails had jerked at just the right moment for the blade to stick up though his snout instead of into his skull.
Bourbon shrugged. “Well you'll get another chance methinks.”
Roku shook his head. “Doubtful. He won't let me get that close again.” he muttered. He still had his sword, now with a fine sheen of red on it, but there was a good chance Kyu could simply melt it if he tried a direct attack. Something else was bugging him more then that however: The tails.
He had cleaved off almost all of them. That should have had a much more dramatic effect then adding to the gore soaking the carpet.
“Taking off his tails. Our magic is in them. He should be nearly dead from that. Or at least smaller...” the fox spoke softly as they watched Kyu roll and squeal in pain. That wasn't good. At all.
That meant the raccoons were right. Kyu did have something that was augmenting his powers.
That likely meant they were going to die after all.
–
Kyu saw red. He felt red. He tasted red. He touched red as it soaked him. He didn’t know where he was. What he knew was it was a place of red. And red was pain. He did not care for it.
It was beneath him. Pain like this was for the weak. This was not for the likes of him. He would not have it. No more.
-
Bourbon saw Kyu stand up, paws wrapped around his gore-dripping face as if he was trying to hold it shut. In fact, he was. Bourbon could see flames whipping around the fox's snout now. He could smell cooking flesh and fur. His belly did a quick tumble and settled.
'That didn’t last as long as I hoped' the tanuki thought as he saw Kyu manage to stand steady. His chest was painted red as was almost his entire face. And then he let his arms drop. He was smiling...sort of. The skin was still split down the center of his muzzle. The bone underneath was clearly exposed, having already started to stitch back together. There was a deep groove still in the center but it was closing up. The overall result was a giant red landing strip down the center of Kyu's snout and down his chin. The strip was topped with his split nose, blowing bubbles of red and fire, and the exposed gap of all his front teeth. It made him look as if he was smiling horizontally as well as vertically.
His eyes turned towards the pair. One twitched.
“DOWN!” Roku screamed and Bourbon felt a hard impact against his shoulder as he smacked onto the floor. Roku was on top of him and then there was nothing but heat. He winced as he saw a liquid spray of fire in the place they both had been standing, the fire licking at the wall behind them. Bourbon blinked and moved. He 'flowed'.
Roku let out a little squeak as he felt Bourbon shift under him. It felt absolutely horrid to him. Like a furred mass of gelatin. That mass made a carpet that moved boneless under him and then flung him off and past it. Roku rolled and got up quickly, seeing Kyu had just stopped that line of fire, molten slag making a line in the floor and wall. Roku glanced towards Bourbon and saw him roll up into a ball and then circle around. Roku followed. The fireballs had started to fly...
–
Kyu saw clearly now the 'tanuki' that had ruined his beautiful face as indeed Roku.
He was not surprised.
He knew from the day he saw the little pup all those years ago, that he would be the one to kill him.
Even then the young kitsune knew that this one was trouble. That look of contempt and intelligence.
Kyu hated his type. But he knew if he killed him it would look quite suspicious for the clan. The clan he had just went to all the trouble to take over.
Better to keep a dog like him on a short leash.
As Kyu watched the six tail and the tanuki run away from his flames, he knew the time had come. It was time to put this puppy to sleep...
–
“I HOPE YOU HAVE ANOTHER PLAN” Roku yelled over the roar of the fire. Bourbon panted and obviously had to focus to make his speech non slurred.
“I'm full of them! I...just need a moment to find the right one!” he yelled back, having to stop and skitter the other direction as Kyu whipped another line of fire his way.
“STAND STILL AND DIE LIKE GOOD LITTLE TRAITOR!” Kyu laughed, his split face having recovered enough he could speak again. His voice was jittery and crazed. Great...
Bourbon bounced forward, his legs acting like a spring and slamming himself into the clock Roku had hid inside. Roku watched as Bourbon’s boneless body wrapped around the heavy thing before it reformed his legs and then the rest of him. He now held the clock in his arms like a shield. Roku dashed his way and got behind him as Bourbon chucked the thing towards Kyu. He was shockingly strong when he needed to be.
Kyu made a shrill laugh before he slapped his arm at the flying clock. It split in half and burst into flames in the same motion.
That was all the time Bourbon could buy at the moment. It was enough as Roku got a idea. He grabbed hold of Bourbon’s tail roughly. The tanuki grunted and looked at him with a 'the fuck are you doing?' expression. Roku smirked. There was a silent click as he got the idea. Bourbon smiled back. And changed.
–
Kyu laughed. They had resorted to throwing things at him now. How boring. He was beyond caring at this point that his collection was mostly destroyed. That was alright. He would take Roku's bones and construct some sort of art project with them. Perhaps a candelabra or may-hap a small table. Depends what's left of him once he has been burn to a crisp.
Kyu's thoughts were stopped as something else flew his way. Something shaped like a mace. Something fleshy...
–
Roku found his new 'weapon' shockingly heavy as he swung it. Bourbon’s tail had become a handle, almost as long as Roku was tall. The rest of him had become a fat square on the end of it. The tip of a very large sledgehammer.
Roku was pleased to see the surprise in Kyu's eyes before the mace smashed into his right side.
Kyu's torso gave only a instant's resistance before it folded sideways against the hammer head.
Bourbon could feel the fox's hot body burn him again, adding to the many small burns he had collected. But that was worth the cost as he felt Kyu fly away from him and into the wall. Into the hidden panel wall to be precise. The hidden door buckled and collapsed behind him as he smashed into it.
Roku panted, letting Bourbon drop from his paws. The tanuki made a heavy THUNK on the ground before he reshaped once more into his usual furred self. He shook his head and inspected his body, checking for the burns. Reshaping like that caused a sunburn over most of his front instead of where he had impacted the kitsune. He growled a bit and ceased touching himself. His fur smelt burnt and crispy.
He looked towards the doorway and let out a little sound of discomfort.
Kyu was back up already.
Sort of.
He was looking at them in a cockeyed manner. Because his spine had been clearly broken. His right elbow rested in the crook of his waist and hip as his torso hung over his right side. His face was wild and panting, fire oozing out of his lips like drool. He was craning his neck up so he wasn’t looking at them upside down.
The six tails and tanuki stared in disgusted shock as Kyu reached around the doorway with his left arm until he found a good grip. He started to pull, his spine making horrible cracking and shifting sounds. His ribs were popping like popcorn as he straightened his spine. He pushed with his right arm once he was capable and held himself straight in the door frame. He panted as they saw his naked torso, the belly distended and bulging in odd wrong places, shuddering and shifting under his skin. One of his tails had indeed snapped right off, leaving him with one remaining.
He started to speak, interrupted as he vomited blood mid-sentence.
Once his throat was clear his voice was a dry wounded thing.
“You...you two are out of tricks by now I wager. Lets end this now. I’m very...ti..tired.”
Bourbon and Roku swallowed thickly and prepared for his next attack. The fox's flames started to lick at his skin again and soon he was engulfed in them once more. The wall was starting to melt and dripped ash and molten plaster on his fur.
–
There it was! Oh how happy it made Kyu to see it finally. That look. That look of despair and fear.
The fat drunk and the traitor's eyes were full of it. That wide eyed look of animals backed into a corner. The look of those about to meet the reaper and his boney smile. But that was not going to be their fate. He was going to burn them into ash, souls and all.
Now it was his turn to smile. To smile and laugh as the ceiling caught fire and the walls blackened and smoked. He couldn’t control his flames very well now. It didn’t matter. Fire did what it was made to do. And that’s all he needed.
“Good bye you little shi...” he stuttered.
“Sh...hhi...”
Else where, something CRUNCHED.
Kyu felt a ping of regret as he realized that he had been played like a fiddle. The other tanuki...'Daiquiri' the old fat one had called him. He had been after his big secret after all. Kyu had forgotten about him entirely.
“Well...shit.” he offered.
The nine tails screamed. The scream turned into a roar of flames.
–
Bourbon winced as he saw Kyu's naked body burst completely into flames. Unlike before, where the fire merely danced on his skin, it now burnt and crisped him. They both saw his fur burn off in mere seconds before his naked flesh started to turn black. His face contorted in a horrible grimace, somewhere between a smile and a scream as his flesh blackened. His eyes caught fire as flames flowed out of his mouth and nose like a faucet. Once it blackened, his skin started to smolder as the fire cooked his insides. He compacted, thinning and becoming a charcoal mummy with soft crisp rustling sounds. Long cracks appeared on his body, as if he was a bit of glass in the process of slowly shattering. The cracks were long red and yellow things that cris-crossed his crispy flesh. He made a mewling sound and backed away from the doorway, back into the main office room. The flames licked the roof above him and left a black smokey trail.
Roku and Bourbon slowly followed, not knowing exactly what had happened. Bourbon guessed he had pushed his fire too far. Roku thought that maybe the loss of that second to last tail had done it.
Before they could think on it too long, they were all back in the office. Kyu had backed against his favorite chair, attempting to sit down in it as he burned alive. The fire was weakening, now only lighting his body up like a candle. Roku dimly realized Kyu was attempting to find his hidden cigarettes as he died. The flames on the walls and floor were already dying out. As this occurred the walls themselves, all of them, started to become distorted.
Then transparent. Bourbon could see the wooden frame work behind the expensive wallpaper and plaster. His brain clicked. He had been right again. It had been a construct. Roku was looking around too, finding this both comforting and disturbing. He knew Kyu's magic had been used to expand and serve as a construct on much of the bordello. All an illusion to make the place seem as expensive and fancy as he wished it to be. All powered by his seemingly bottomless supply of magic. And now it was fading. Exposing the wooden framework and wiring. He knew that the guests who had still been in their rooms were now getting a confusing sight. Watching as the walls around them disappeared and their beds turned into cheap mattresses on iron bed frames. The illusion was spoiled.
Bourbon saw motion though the now fading walls as it came to the door to the room and swung it open. His heart stopped.
Daiquiri was here. Panting, wide eyed and confused looking. He looked like hell. His snout was cocked to the left, and he wore a bib of dried blood on his chest. Bourbon’s brain wracked itself, trying to find the words he wanted to say...
Kyu noticed Daiquiri too. The fox stood in a instant, his skin cracking open and screaming fire from the splits.
Daiquiri turned his face, smiling at seeing Bourbon alive, and saw Kyu. His face slowly became a shocked white mask on his bones.
Kyu was moving. Arm raised and claws at the ready. He was screaming in a voice made of flames. It sounded like a back draft in his throat. Fragments of his skin were breaking off with each movement.
Bourbon moved.
One big step.
Daiquiri was starting to rear back, bringing his arms to his face to shield it.
Step two. Half way there.
Kyu's lower jaw broke off and became dust as his body flexed and reared back, arm starting to shoot forward. He was going to impale Daiquiri though the chest if he could aim. His eyes were melting and he saw little but a vague fat shape. Between the stink of burnt flesh and ash he could smell Daiquiri's scent. He had finally found his prey after all this time...
Three.
Bourbon shoved his shoulder into Daiquiri. The young tanuki stumbled back, falling slowly onto his rump. He saw Bourbon smile back at him briefly before he turned and reared his own arm back. It was a mirror of Kyu's motion. But he wasn’t disintegrating from it.
There wasn’t time for words. Daiquiri distantly felt his heart break as he watched. He didn’t even feel his butt meet the floor.
Kyu's eyes, now wet molten steel in his skull, saw the wrong shape in his line of sight. He started to scream again but nothing came out beyond that fiery roar.
Bourbon smiled. THAT smile.
–
Death flew on wings that made no sound. Though the walls and floor. Though the living flesh. He saw his target. The old tanuki was in front of him. He looked past him, into the frighted soul of the one who got away. He was still in that bag of now smoking char and ash. Cowering inside the ball of stolen essences deep inside his body. They no longer worked for him. The had turned upon him. They who had been his power and flames now burned and melted their master into tar.
They were offering him to the reaper. With glee and laughter. A two tailed soul was smiling most brightly as Kyu's soul screamed.
Death smiled.
–
There was a soundless impact as Bourbon’s fist connected with Kyu's snout.
The old tanuki felt the briefest deja-vu sensation. As if someone had walked on his grave.
It was followed by a roar as the air exploded in front of him and the fire shot backward. Roku dived out of the way as Kyu exploded in a massive backwards facing fireball.
Bourbon thought briefly he was being incinerated. God it was so hot around him. He opened a eye and saw a sight he would never forget. The fire was being held back by...by nothing. Nothing he could see. But he could feel it. It was pushing the flame backward as it roared and screamed. It was as if a bubble was around him and Daiquiri and protecting them from the explosion. Someone had saved them. Or someone's. He had no idea. If they lived he would ask Daiquiri exactly what the hell he did.
He and Daiquiri had the briefest sensations...
as if someone...or something was...patting their backs.
Ghostly fingers on a cheek...
A firm feeling grip shaking Bourbon’s free hand...
Something kissed them both and then was gone.
Bourbon shut his eyes tight and waited to see if he was going to be turned into ash.
–
It was over in only a few moments. Daiquiri felt himself take in a deep breath and then make a guttural scream. Bourbon was still standing there, holding his right arm out in mid punch. Kyu was gone.
Ashes and glowing cinders filled the air and floated softly like snow. There was a thick fog of smoke that burned his lungs and eyes. It didn’t matter.
Bourbon was still there. Daiquiri didn’t realize he was crying and clutching the other taunki to his chest until he felt Bourbon kiss his cheek.
“Th..that was kinda bad-ass huh?” Bourbon panted. Daiquiri heard himself made a distant chuckle before he buried himself in Bourbon’s chest.
–
Roku stood up and found he was limping. He had twisted his ankle nicely in the middle of that dive for the floor. He winced and used the one not on fire chair left to support himself. He looked past where Kyu had been and saw a black smear of ash eight feet long that lead into the flaming hole that marked the entrance to the treasure room. He smiled.
He drug the chair with him as he came to the pair of tanuki sitting on the floor.
–
Daiquiri was crying profusely, and his head was starting to swim again.
He opened his eyes to tell Bourbon he felt sick. To tell him he loved him. To tell him many blabbering things that were waiting to spill out of his lips.
He stopped as he saw Bourbon was still holding his right arm out from his body. His hand was still clinched in a tight fist.
Bourbon made a grunt and brought his arm back to him and touched his fist with his left hand. His right fist was black and smoldering. Daiquiri couldn’t peel his eyes away as he watched what Bourbon did next.
It would haunt him for years to come.
The old tanuki touched his fist. And broke some of his knuckles and fingers off. He pushed harder and broke off more. Bourbon crushed up the charred hand until he had nothing but a stump on his right wrist.
Daiquiri heard Bourbon’s comment before the young taunki passed out.
“Well Fuck. That was my jacking hand.”
epilogue-
Daiquiri awoke to the sound of rubber gloves snapping against bare skin. He blinked and groaned a bit, rubbing his eyes and the pressure behind them. Then he remembered things. Terrible things. He sat up and screamed out.
“Bourbon!”
A tall ferret in glasses stared at him with a annoyed expression.
“Not before noon.” he stated flatly in response. Daiquiri blinked and took in his surroundings. He still appeared to be in the bordello. He made this assumption by the fact the carpet and walls matched what he seen so far. However things had changed. The carpet was old and stained. The walls were now old and peeling. The room itself stank as if it had been cleaned with bleach. Which it had been. It was obviously a make shift doctor's office. Daiquiri was sitting on a cold steel table that was bolted to the floor and had the mandatory paper sheet on it. It crinkled under his arse as he moved. The walls had cabinets full of a random assortment of drugs, needles and other tools he didn’t know. Their owner was a tall ferret that had gone back to ignoring him and checking his paperwork. The man was wearing a lab-coat over dark slacks and a white shirt. His collar was undone and he had thicker fur around his chin, giving the impression of a beard goatee combo. His thin body type and height, combined with the clothing layers made him look quite gangly. He had a pronounced limp and used a cane to move around the room. Said cane was topped with a tiny bird skull. A morbid gimmick, the tanuki thought.
The doctor turned to him again and approached without a word. He checked something standing next to the table and Daiquiri realized abruptly it was a IV pole. And he was attached to it. He saw the tubing leading down into his right arm and winced. He HATED needles. And now that he saw one was inside him he started to pale. The doctor noticed this and shrugged. He was changing out the bag. And Daiquiri saw that it wasn’t really a bag of fluids like he expected. It was a big bottle of Cognac that had been Jerry-rigged to work with the IV equipment.
Daiquiri smirked and then let out a shrill laugh. The doctor looked at him without speaking, debating in his head if he should have strapped this one down. Daiquiri let him finish and soon he felt the soft warmth of the booze flowing directly into his veins. He didn’t think this was normal procedure but then again, what was normal these days for him? The doctor watched his reaction and seemed content with it.
“Well that’s nice. I was half expecting that to kill you.” he admitted. Daiquiri's smile faded and became a concerned pucker. The doctor made no apology and went to his cabinets and started to produce gauze and cotton balls. He spoke without looking at his patient. Daiquiri realized embarrassingly that someone had cleaned him up while he was unconscious. The blood, piss and shit he had been caked in were now missing. They had been replaced with a vague, soapy smell to his fur. He briefly wondered if the doctor himself had been the one to do it and decided no. Likely he had a couple of sans acting as orderlies for him.
“I've not had to treat tanuki before. You were dehydrated, suffering from a mild concussion. I've given you the standard treatment for that. You seem to respond best to fluid with a high alcoholic content. I've given you enough liquor that your blood is likely flammable by now.”. He looked back behind him and saw Daiquiri's bemused expression. He continued “I don't have an x-ray machine but since you didn’t die from brain swelling I think you avoided getting your skull cracked.” Daiquiri winced slightly and made a agreeing sound.
The tanuki blinked and yelped out “Bourbon. Where...where's Bourbon! Is he ok!?”
The doc looked at him in annoyed confusion but then connected the dots.
“The other tanuki? He's fine. And also annoying. Last I looked he was sucking the alcohol out of my alcohol prep pads.” he grunted.
Daiquiri smiled. And felt wetness at his eyes. He wiped them dry. The doc didn’t say a word about the crying. He introduced himself instead.
“I'm Doctor Rourke by the way, Mr...?”
“Daiquiri” the tanuki answered. Dr. Rourke seemed a bit bemused. He then took his clipboard and rolled the papers back. He then held it out at Daiquiri and motioned to it.
“Look here please.” he asked. Daiquiri did. And blushed. There was a photo (taken from what he assumed was a porn magazine) of a topless rabbit woman. She had her hands around her tits and was rubbing her fingers along her large nipples. The doctor made a pleased sound and put a paw on Daiquiri's snout.
“Wh..what are you doing? Why did you want me to look at um...well.” he spoke softly but kept his eyes on the photo. Very intently on it.
“To do this.” the doctor said simply.
CRRUNKK.
“ARGGHH YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Daiquiri roared and reared back, holding his snout.
The doctor smiled (hopping out of reach very nimbly) and waited for the tanuki to sit back up. Daiquiri held his snout under his paws and glared at him with wild angry eyes. The ferret smiled. “There now. You should be able to breath better. That should heal up in a few weeks. You two seem to be fast healers once you get enough alcohol in your systems.”
Daiquiri slowly let his hands come away from his face, his broken nose now pointing straight again.
'Guess that trick DOES work after all' he thought bitterly. He sulked like a toddler as the doctor started to plug his bleeding nose with the cotton balls and wrapped his snout in gauze.
“I trust you wont need a collar?” the doc asked in a condescending way. Daiquiri started to reply with a rude remark...then saw the doctor did indeed have plastic collars sitting on the counter.
“No...no. I'm good.”, he replied. Dr. Rourke nodded. Finished with his wrapping he went to the counter and started to wash up in the sink. He started talking again before the awkward silence could get itself started.
“Before you ask, I have no qualms one way or another regarding your recent...actions.” he began.
“True, I was a bit concerned when I heard you two had killed my employer.” he muttered. Daiquiri's fur bristled and he briefly wondered if that booze IV in his arm might be spiked with bleach or something worse. The ferret kept talking on.
“But once I was informed by Mr. Roku that my employment was un-endangered, I began your treatment as well as everyone else.”
Daiquiri swallowed. “Everyone else?”
The ferret started to dry his hands and nodded. Daiquiri started to hop off the table, remembering the asses he had kicked earlier that day. “I...I need to get going...” he muttered shyly. The ferret made a grunt. “Please give me more credit then that. You and your partner are safe. The injured sans are being treated in the bathhouse. You two are in my office and my waiting room respectively.” he motioned to the room itself. Daiquiri nodded and finished standing. His head swam slightly and he gripped the IV pole for balance. The ferret started to move towards him, not wanting him to wind up on the floor. The tanuki straightened himself up and waved him off. The doctor nodded and let him stand there. “And no, outside of Kyu there were no major injuries. Burns, bruises, a couple broken bones. Nothing I cant handle.” he smiled. Daiquiri was wondering what a doctor was doing here in the first place, then realized that this place likely had a revolving door of minor injuries and STD's. Then he left that smile drop like a bad habit.
“However, I would recommend both of you making yourself scarce soon. I may not care you killed the previous lord but some of the employees do. Mr. Roku has their trust but they likely will not appreciate your presence much longer.” the ferret spoke. Daiquiri grunted. And his eyes got wide as he remembered something else.
“Did...did you treat a cat? Big fat guy. Made of china. Missing his legs?” he asked quietly. The doctor shook his head.
“If you mean Big L, then no. He is unaccounted for still.”
Daiquiri winced.
“I have his legs in a box if you don’t believe me.” the ferret offered. For a moment Daiquiri almost did ask to see them but shook his head.
“Roku. Where is he?” the tanuki asked. The doctor rubbed his cane's top absently. “He is in his private quarters. Here.” the ferret said and handed Daiquiri a phone. The ferret punched in a number and Daiquiri soon had Roku on the line. He sounded...jolly. Pleased even.
“Glad you woke up. Bout time too. Bourbon was driving me crazy. I STILL smell like his...ugrh...” the fox spoke. Daiquiri couldn’t help but giggle. The doctor couldn’t hear the conversation fully so he went back to his paperwork. He had several new things to add to his collection of medical oddities. Tanuki blood, china cat legs, nine tails ashes...
–
Some time later, Daiquiri the tanuki found himself, not surprisingly, at a bar.
Big shock I know.
The tanuki was nursing a shot glass, the booze warming his belly. He was waiting patiently. Had been for a few minutes now. Bourbon always made it a point to be fashionably late.
Just when the young tanuki entertained the idea he had been forgotten, a loud laugh got his attention.
Bourbon came into the bar, laughing and his arms around two other fuzzies. Roku was under one arm, Wallace the other. Both of them looked a bit sauced. Roku especially.
Daiquiri watched as Bourbon shook Roku's hand and then Wallace's. He took a moment to pat the rabbit's rump as he started to leave. The bunny squeaked and Roku erupted in laughter. Daiquiri couldn't make out the conversation over the noise of the bar. He could guess most of it though.
'Well, he's not lost a beat.' Daiquiri thought to himself. He smiled.
Shortly the older tanuki sat next to his younger counterpart. Daiquiri breathed in his stink. That musky odor that was topped with the smell of hard booze. He found he loved that smell now. Bourbon saw the look in his eye and smirked.
“Come on now. We cant fuck in the bar. Roku warned us bout that.” he teased. Daiquiri giggled and nodded.
“Nah. Not right now anyways. I’m just...thinking.” he spoke.
Bourbon nodded and motioned for a drink. The bartender was a slug demon, dressed in a apron and the white shirt and bow-tie uniform Roku had adapted for the place. He was very quickly turning it from a overpriced whore house into a overpriced fancy hotel and whore house.
'Despite the fact its not something I enjoy having here, if there is one part of the business that isn’t broke, that's it.' the fox had said.
The slug's stalk eyes looked around and soon he had set a glass and bottle in front of the tanuki pair.
The tanuki had kept quiet for a few days while Roku took over the place. Smoothed things out with the staff. Fired some, hired new. And of course, released the two tanuki from their status as property of the House of Nine. Killing Kyu had done that technically but it was something nice to have on paper. Bourbon had insisted on having a copy for posterity. After that, Roku had put the staff to work in rebuilding the place, replacing what had been just illusion magic with actual real materials. Roku had found more then enough treasure that had survived the fight to finance it all. Selling a few gallons of 'juice' from his tanuki business partners had helped as well. The pair of them were always happy to provide that.
Wallace had gotten Lilly out of the place before the real shit went down. She had been very appreciative and the next time Daiquiri saw Wallace, he still had a smudge of red lipstick on his cheek fur.
Speaking of...
Daiquiri asked softly in case the rabbit was nearby.
“Did you tell him yet?” Bourbon shook his head.
“No, but I did slip the notice into his pants pocket just now.” he smiled.
Daiquiri giggled and shook his head.
“That's cruel. He's been worried all week about having to head back to Big L's place. They still haven’t figured out where he went.” the young tanuki tsk'ed at him. Truth be told they did have a idea of that. After the fires were all put out and a headcount was made, there was one missing staff member: Poppy. Big L's favorite. Daiquiri already had a mental image of the big legless cat being cradled in her big arms and fat bosom as she ran him out of the bordello and into the wild. Bourbon shrugged.
“I still don't know why you didn’t want to tell him yourself. You're the one who made that deal for his freedom.” the older tanuki said between sips of his liquor.
Daiquiri blushed. “I...I just. I dunno. Don't want him to think he owes us forever. He saved our lives after all. I...I just returned the favor.”
Bourbon made a grunt and slapped a arm on his backside.
“You're being stupid. He's your friend. And mine. Friends save each others asses from time to time.” he informed the younger tanuki. Bourbon took another swig and ordered, “When we're done drinking, you go tell him that you freed him. Roku's already said he wants him on staff. So that's all settled.”
Daiquiri sighed a bit. “Alright...'Dad'” he smiled. Bourbon stiffened then relaxed
“Did...you...yes of course you did! You made a joke. Hah!” he laughed and slapped the table hard. The thunk made his drink wobble on the counter. Daiquiri felt his smile lessen as he saw Bourbon’s stump.
Bourbon saw his gaze and held him against him with the arm on his shoulder.
“And another thing from your 'Daddy tanuki'” he started, still smiling but letting some seriousness leak into his voice. He pointed at him with his diminished hand, having wrapped the arm in a red and white scarf.
“Don't for a second blame yourself for anything that happened. I’m proud of what we did. What YOU did.” he spoke. He motioned with the stump and put it to his chest fur.
“I'm gonna miss this hand sure. Wont ever play the piano again” he deadpanned. Daiquiri grunted a bit but kept his composure.
“But...I woulda missed you a whole lot more.” Bourbon said with pure commitment.
Daiquiri felt his eyes moisten again. He nodded. The pair went back to their booze in comfortable silence, leaning against each other.
Bourbon broke it eventually when he remembered something else.
“Do...do you remember anything new? The doc said that you might have some memory issues for awhile.” he asked softly. Daiquiri couldn’t help but make a sharp little titter at that. Memory issues. As if that was something new for them. He sighed.
“Not really. It was just deja'vu when it happened anyways.” he spoke and drank. Bourbon let him think.
“Truth be told...I don't want that memory back. In fact, I’m not really missing them period...” he spoke in a bit of drunken train of thought.
“In fact...heh. I think I’ve had one of those...epiphanies? That the right word?” Daiquiri asked Bourbon. The older coon shrugged. “I know what you're getting at. What did you decide?” he asked quietly. Daiquiri thought for a moment as he grasped the thought.
“It doesn't matter.” he said flatly. He looked Bourbon in the face and put his arm around his shoulder as well.
“All that matters to me is here and now...I...heh.” he smiled and gripped Bourbon’s shoulder fur snugly.
“I found what I was looking for. The rest is in the past...and I don’t think I need it anymore.”
Bourbon nodded. “I'm still going to look for Ale.” he said quietly, as if it was a bit of sharp glass that might shatter if he spoke too loud. Daiquiri nodded. “Do you know what you are going to ask? What you are really wanting from him?” he responded. Bourbon shook his head.
“No idea. But I need to do it. Even if I just shake his hand.”
Daiquiri smiled. “Alright. I'm with you.”
Bourbon smiled. “I know you are. Thank you.”
After a bit of time, Bourbon stood up from his seat.
“Come on, I want to show you something.” he smiled. Daiquiri nodded and followed.
The slug bartender watched them leave and debated if he should just get them a keg. They had killed six bottles of his best booze in just 2 hours. And they weren’t even tipsy. He also noticed the old one had taken the bottle he had set out just minutes ago...
Bourbon led Daiquiri down a short hallway outside the bar (formerly Kyu's office. It had yet to be named. Roku found Bourbon’s suggestion of “The Matchstick” both amusing and cruel. “Bad taste...” Roku had stated with a smile. A few months from now the bar would bear this name regardless).
The building was awash in construction. Walls being made, carpet being laid. The furniture being replaced or added. There had even been a influx of new species and sizes to the catalog of ladies of the night. The tanuki appreciated variety at the very least.
As for the sans, they did seem a bit...happier then before. Looser. Less afraid of being incinerated at a moment's notice. That tended to help morale.
The sans hadn’t bore as big a grudge as the tanuki expected. But that was likely because they had barely seen them since. The pair had made a point to change their appearance whenever they went though the hallways. And although word had not gotten around about Bourbon’s missing hand, he made it a point to grow one when in company that wasn’t Daiquiri or their friends.
Daiquiri had asked him why he didn't just form one all the time.
“Same reason you don't remind yourself to breath all day.” he had stated. He had a point.
Bourbon found the hallway he wanted and slowed his pace. Daiquiri saw why as he looked around. A line of potted plants sat on the sides of the hall, being fed natural light. A door. Likely not the front doors but a door all the same. A door outside. Daiquiri realized he hadn’t seen real sunlight in a few weeks now. It stung his eyes but he found himself craving it all the same.
“Come on. I need a little fresh air.” Bourbon smiled, gesturing with his arm. Daiquiri nodded and walked forward. The sunlight shone through the glass doors and warmed his fur in a wonderful manner.
Bourbon followed behind him as the tanuki pushed the door handle and the door swung quietly open. Into the light and fresh air.
Daiquiri saw something he had never seen before as he stepped onto the grass outside the threshold. He blinked and found himself between crying and quiet amazement.
“Why...why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly. Bourbon put a hand on his shoulder.
“Better to see this yourself.” he replied simply. He was right.
It was both a forest and a city at the same time. Before them was an untouched forest of green meadows and tall thick treeline. They could see for miles and Daiquiri realized that the House of Nine was built into the side of a hill. This gave a spectacular view.
The countryside was pre-industrial. The young tanuki realized that they had likely been in Japan all this time. The pure untouched scenery was dotted with the occasional farm or small temple. Dirt roads. The occasional cart and what looked to be horses. Further ahead Daiquiri could see what he assumed was a city. It was simple and none of the buildings was more then two or three floors tall. He could see people (he knew they weren't that but neither was he anymore) milling about all around it like ants. It was a land untouched by the passage of time.
Now this odd displacement for the formerly city boy wasn’t what had his attention. If he had simply seen this sight by itself he might have been disappointed. Everything he knew was gone now as was the world he lived in. He would be OK with that. He had what he needed right next to him.
But no, what brought the tanuki shocked enjoyment wasn’t the green. It was the city.
The transparent ghost of a city that sat on top of the other like a photograph that had been double exposed.
Daiquiri could see skyscrapers, office buildings, malls and the ghosts of freeways. He could see the occasional flicker of a car as they passed to and fro from existence. Then the wind would pick up and the sounds of traffic and a bustling metropolis carried to them and then disappeared. This green world seemed to not notice or care the other side was there. Their buildings, their traffic and landscape was unimpeded by the ghosts that laid on top of it. Many of the transparent buildings simply sank into the rolling hills instead of having clear bottoms. The land of the offices and skyscrapers was much lower and flatter then this almost untouched landscape. The horse drawn carts and furred demons didn’t seem to mind walking through concrete building sides or right through paved, traffic filled roads. It was all just a phantom mirage to them. Something they paid no mind to.
The former human was speechless. He felt a warm paw on his shoulder and he took it. He gripped it tightly, as if he might tumble into another reality if he let it go. Bourbon gripped him back. That was what he needed right now.
A deep part of Daiquiri, something he didn’t know existed until now found a new emotion and brought it to the forefront of his being.
Excitement.
“I'm glad you came.” Daiquiri whispered.
“That's what she said.” Bourbon grinned.
Daiquiri shook his head and smiled. “I meant the bar. The bar where we met. I'm glad you came.”
“So am I.”
Bourbon took a drink. Daiquiri did too.
The pair of tanuki, one old and one young, stood in the grass and drank their cares away.
They had found what was important. Each other.
End...for now.
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Author's note:
A big thank you to Robby & Alex. You two have been wonderful friends to me and your company and love have been precious thing for me since I met you. Thank you for being there for me.
And thanks for endless ideas, feedback and encouragement with this little bit of transformation based fluff that turned into a entirely different beast. I can guarantee you there is more to come.
Thanks to Relee. Tay, and the other cameos I slipped in here. Thank you to Medved for oodles of ideas as well. And thank you to everyone reading.
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