Part 1: About how Gus became a bunny girl
(And found ways to make money with her new body)

"Fake one, you found me, got me, and broke me. You ignore what I say and show me pleasures a broken can't have. You say, you say you can save me; all I have to do is call you goddess. Someday your followers will understand and cry in despair, and I know that day is not far away. Because you only listen to what you want to hear, because your god power is not real and because your machines are starting to fail; it is a matter of time before you can't keep the lie. I know you can't run away, you won't get far away. You stopped giving me any food, I will die soon, but I don't care. Knowing you are doomed keeps me happy, and knowing I could fix your machines, but you don't know because you don't listen. Ah that keeps me warm inside." says an old man, inside a cell.

"Hey Gus, got any idea of what the old man is saying?" asks one of the two guards; his name is Frank, green eyes and hair black, in his late thirties.

"No, I just ignore him most of the time, and you should too. The last one that tried to make sense of what he said, ended up being on the other side," answers the guard called Gus, a blonde with blue eyes, twenty-five years old and was the new guy until Frank came in.

"So, the old guy can turn people crazy just by talking? Now I get why they never let him out of his cell to take some fresh air!"

"Yeah, but don't worry much about him. He's like one hundred years old, and he's going to die soon," Gus says.

"Anyway, I just want my shift to end soon," says Frank. He'd been working in the Asylum for a few months, but this was the first time he had to guard the "old man". The real name of the patient was Samuel Smith, and although he had been in the place for two decades, nothing had worked to cure him. In fact, the therapy and the electroshocks just made him act crazier. The man's family was rich, and that was the only reason they hadn't sent him to prison when he almost killed a guard while trying to escape. Some said that the old man had been perfectly sane when he first got in, but his family had authorized the use of experimental drugs and electroshocks, and that turned him into a madman.

"And when he dies, his ghost will haunt the place. Thanks buddy, I feel better now!"

Gus said nothing and gave Frank a cold stare; he didn't like to take care of Samuel, and the idea of Samuel becoming a ghost wasn't any better. The truth was than that even if he tried to avoid it, he listened to most of the old man’s incoherences, and some even made some sense. He had been complaining about the lack of food for three days now, and Gus suspected that Samuel family had gotten tired of him and had paid someone so the old man didn't get any food.

Besides, there were those strange dreams he'd been having lately; Samuel was in some of them... He really didn't want to think about that. "Finally," Gus exclaimed, looking at the clock in the wall. "My shift ended. Good luck with the old man!"

Gus was really relieved to get into his car and drive home, and, before he knew it, he was home and had eaten a quick dinner of steak and eggs. Soon after, he was lying on his bed in his blue pajamas with cute white bunny drawings, a present from his last girlfriend. "Ah Carla, you where so good in bed," he thought out loud. Too bad she had left him for a rich guy. "Well, shit happens, life goes on."

He turned off the lights and tried to sleep... And soon found himself having one of those strange dreams again. As usual, despite being aware of it being a dream, he wasn't able to wake himself up.

Gus started to feel dizzy, like that time he ate too many burritos. In the dream, he was naked, trapped in one of the Asylum cells with a giant bunny looking at him.

"What do you want?" he asked the bunny. The bunny said nothing, just kept staring at him.

Gus's hair fell off. He cried in horror, "NOOO! I DON'T WANT TO BE BALD!" despite knowing he was in a dream. The giant bunny just winked to him. Then his face felt itchy, as six long whiskers grew near his nose. Usually, he woke up when these weird changes happened in the dreams, but this time he couldn't. He felt his manhood and testicles twitch in pain, painfully getting smaller. He touched himself there, waiting it to stop.

"No, stop this!" he plead, but the giant bunny disappeared. His chest puffed out slightly around his nipples; his pubic hair becoming softer and brown as it began to spread.

"No, please no!" he cried. His feet begin to tickle as they started to stretch out, elongating. His fingers twitched slightly as his cock and balls shrank to baby size. He felt really scared, like a small, lost kid in the middle of a storm.

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong!"

A guard came near his cell, unable to see Gus's changes, and shouted, "Shut up, or I will use the tranquillizers!"

Gus's Adam's apple shrank until it could no longer be seen, making his voice higher-pitched.

"No!" Gus shouted, noticing his voice had become a girlie one, as the patches of soft brown fur intermittent with white patches became visible and spread over his body. What little remained of his cock and balls sucked up inside his body, and he moaned as a pussy formed where his package once was.

"Ok, that's enough!" said the guard, and left to get the tranquillizer gun.

"No, I'm not a slut bunny!" Gus said. Her ears began to elongate as her face pushed out, her front teeth stretching out. The guard returned with the tranquillizer gun, but another guard, an old guy, stopped him. The old guy somehow looked like Samuel Smith, only clean and shaven.

"Relax, she will calm down in a few minutes. She always does the same," The "guard" Samuel Smith said. Gus's fur began to spread and ripple as her breasts stop growing at a decent 30-C. She felt her waist shrink, her hips widening, as tense, strong muscles developed there. Her ears began to elongate even further.

"Nooo, I don't deserve this!" she shouted. She could swear the guard Samuel had a smile on his face. Her eyes began to shift, as over her butt grew out a cute little cotton ball of a tail. Her face pushed out, finishing, as her ears expanded, migrating upward. Her nose flattened up, becoming pink and somehow triangular-shaped. To make things worse, her butt grew, she became shorter, and lost muscles in the upper part of the body.

"Damn it, please stop!" she plead.

Finally, fur covered her ears fast and she grew a bunny muzzle. The changes finally stopped. She looked at herself, shocked, and then woke up screaming.

"AHHH!"

It was early in the morning. As Gus's eyes opened, she noticed that something was really wrong, something about her body just wasn’t right. She felt warm and thought that she had a fever... And why is he thinking of himself as a her? Looking down, Gus noticed that there was some kind of strange things on her chest, under her pajamas shirt. She touched them, they're breasts! Scared of her dream not being a dream, she ran to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror and gave out a girlie scream.

The dream had become a reality. A bunny girl with blue eyes was inside the mirror looking at Gus; she moved a hand, the bunny girl moved a hand, she stuck her tongue out to the reflection, and it did the same.

"Well, at least I kept my lovely blue eyes, and I didn't like being blonde anyway. The best thing is that I can earn money selling naked pics of myself on the internet," she said. "Maybe later, I could get into furry porn movies. Yeah, this body is sure worth its weight in gold!"

She slapped herself. How could she think about doing those things? But, it wasn't like she had other options. As far as she knew, she was the only real furry in the whole world, and since bunnies don't have fingerprints as humans do, she couldn't even prove to the world that she was once Gus Adams. She couldn't go to her work like this, heck, she couldn't even go to buy some food at the supermarket without everyone staring at her. If she had at least turned into a human female, then she could have made a fresh start, but as a half-animal, half-human thing? She pictured herself caged in a lab, where people in lab coats were doing all kinds of awful tests on her. Yeah, so far it seemed good idea to stay at home and use internet to make money.

Gus went to the living room and sat down on the couch, thinking. She couldn't believe how easy she had accepted the fact that she now was an anthro-bunny girl. She turned on the TV and put the news on; just the usual crap about the world recession and some countries she didn't care about being at war. She turned it off and thought about how sex would be being bunny and female. She didn't know if contraceptives would work for her, being half-animal and all that, and she just wasn't in the mood to give birth to twenty or thirty bunnies.

From the point of view of moneymaking, yes, her body was very valuable, but for everything else it just sucked to be a damn furry. She didn't even have any idea of how long it would take to dry her fur after a shower, and let's not forget about static electricity and fleas! Plus, since bunnies live only a few years, her lifespan had probably shortened by half, if not more. She imagined herself looking like her Grandma at just forty years of age, plus the fur, ears and that. She went to the bathroom to throw up her dinner.

Oh yeah, there was the food issue. She had to forget about eating steaks, and just about any kind of meat. Well, maybe since she was half-human, she could eat a bit of meat, but she doubted it. Ah clothes, damn. She had no problem with her pajamas pants because they are big and loose, but she just didn't have any pants with holes for her little puff of a tail. She was going to have to make the holes herself, and she didn't know anything about sewing.

For a moment, she thought about what would happen to a man after having sex with her. Will he turn into a furry too? Would he keep his gender? Would he turn into a bunny or into a different animal? In a way, turning into a bunny girl is like discovering life on a new planet, there's just too much to learn. She not only had accepted she now was a bunny girl, but had also accepted the fact of having sex with men. She realized that her change must have included some kind of mind bending to avoid her going crazy or something.

She almost ran to her PC and Googled for hours about transformation into anthro animals. There isn't anything real, of course, but she found out about mind control. Well, at least she wasn't a mindless bimbo bunny desperate for a cock and/or pussy. She found out she was right about selling naked pics of herself on-line, she can make money with that. She could even make money with pics of her dressed, but it was less money.

For some reason, she watched twelve YouTube videos about Bucky O'Hare. Maybe she now found him attractive for being a green humanoid cartoon hare, or maybe as a furry she liked the idea of a universe of furries.

Her phone rang, but she didn't answer. The caller left a message about her not going to work and where the heck "he" is. Right, "he" had to work this morning, like she was going to go in as a bunny girl. Then her cell phone started to play "Yellow Submarine" from the Beatles, and she turned it off. She wasn't in the mood to say, "Hi, I am Gus. Yeah, I know I sound like a girl. Listen, believe it or not, I turned into an anthro bunny girl, so for obvious reasons, I quit my job. Bye!"

Then, she realized she was hungry, so she raided the fridge. There was a half-empty bottle of coke and two raw steaks. "Right, let's eat meat and get sick. No thanks!" she took the bottle of coke and drank it down in one gulp. She really didn't want to go outside the house today, and it was a bit too early to order a pizza, plus, could she endure cheese? She had no idea if Rabbits could digest cheese. Ok, internet to the rescue again...

Part 2: Gus's life as a bunny girl
(And how she stops being alone)

For two weeks, Gus had been living as a bunny girl, and so far she had sold a few pics of herself online; the most erotic one was a picture of her wearing only a T-shirt and boxers and having an expression of shock, like a guy who just changed into a bunny girl. Since it was very realistic, they had sold at a good price, and since they where digital high-quality pics, she had sold a lot of those. Then, after a week, a jerk uploaded all the pics she had sold to Mega-upload, and she got depressed. She went to various forums and lied, saying how much time and effort had gone into creating those pics, how she had to buy expensive make-up, paid a wannabe model to pose for them, and even after that, had to waste a lot of hours playing with Photoshop, since the pics didn't look realistic enough. The jerk got banned from a few forums and the Mega-upload compressed file with all the pics was removed, but the damage was done.

Besides that, there was another problem. In the two weeks since the change, Gus hadn't gotten out of the house. At first, she lived from pizza deliveries, then when she finally got money from the pics, she just ordered everything from Internet. But since the "jerk event", she wasn't selling pics, and she was running out of money. And even if she started to sell pics again, and started to pay the the bills online, she was sick of being inside the house. She just needed to go out.

But, to where? There weren't any furry conventions nearby. She couldn't just ride a lot of miles to the nearest one; there was the risk of being stopped by the cops and asked for an ID. If Gus had already been female before the change, maybe the police would take it easy on her and not ask to "remove the costume". But since she hadn't been female before the change, well, she was just screwed. Also, it was still months before Halloween, and not even near Easter. So, not even a quick trip to the Mall as a bunny-girl was safe. Sure, Gus could just get a fake female ID, she'd heard of a place in town that sold fake ID's, but even with one of those, she would still get a lot of odd stares.

Then, she got an idea. There were a lot of people doing crazy stuff just to get their fifteen minutes of fame on YouTube, so why not use that as an excuse? Once she got a fake ID, she could go around town filming herself, saying it was to become famous online. That would be odd, but not as odd as being outside "just" wearing a costume. She could use that digital camera she got for Christmas. It was a way she could be outside without people calling the cops or giving her odd stares.

But... Her "costume" was too real. Okay, she could wear a jogging suit to hide a bit of herself and use makeup to look more fake. She even considered putting on a real costume, but a full-body costume would add too much heat to her already warm enough fur-covered body. Ok, the jogging suit and the make-up would work for now... But she still needed to get that fake ID first, just to be safe. She rubbed her long ears for a moment, trying to find flaws in her plan. She thought that to make things work, she would need someone to film her.

"Damn, why did it have to be a bunny-girl? At least if I were a were-bunny-girl, I would only be a part-time freak..." she thought.

She turned on her PC, went online and made a post about "his" plans: to do a short movie about the "Bunny Girl G", saying he needed a camera guy. She wasn't very sure why she was doing that. Okay, so she was lonely. Okay, she was horny. Okay, so if she was trying to rape a guy, it was better if he liked furries. Damn, she sure had become a slut bunny. She wondered if this was just going to keep getting worse and worse until she ended up as a mindless, sex-addicted, bimbo. The idea scared her.

Great! Turned out that a girl in the forum lived close to her town. She wanted a guy, damn it! The girl wasn't stupid, so she didn't give out her real name and address, just her AIM nickname.

Now, the thing was, so far Gus had been pretending to be male online, saying only that "he" was learning to do make-up for horror and fantasy movies. So, how to fix this mess?

Maybe she could try to be honest with that girl, since in the worst-case scenario, she wouldn't believe it and would think Gus was lying or role-playing a character. For some reason, Gus remembered she still needed girl clothes and, more importantly, female underwear! Well, she could buy that online... Couldn't she? No, who would buy female underwear online? Only a pervert, or maybe a girl wanting to get sexy lingerie to show off to her boyfriend. Mmm, sexy underwear... Why was she liking the idea? Fucking horny bunny-girl body!

Still, this was the twenty-first century, where you could get everything by ordering it online. Of course, it was a lot easier to get scammed than by buying stuff offline.

Sexy lingerie. What were her body's measurements? Gus got naked, went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She was shorter since she had become a bunny, but she was still tall for a girl, about 170 centimeters (5' 7").

She used a tape measure around her curves, 93-59-91? (37"-23"-36") Wow, she was hot! She also looked younger, and, as far as she could tell from what she had learned about anthros, she couldn't be older than twenty-four or maybe twenty-five. Gus had learned that "anthro" was the term used for "real" half-animal, half-human beings, while "furry" was a term used by people that liked to dress up like anthros, pretended to be one, had sex while wearing animal costumes and so on.

The doorbell rang. Who the hell could it be? She tried to ignore it, but the bell ran again. Was it the Mormons or someone trying to sell her something? She put her pants and T-shirt on, not caring to wear boxers this time, and went to open the door, but before that she asked, "Who's there?"

"Hi, I'm Frank. I used to work with Gus. Is he home?" said a familiar voice from the other side of the door. It was her ex-coworker from the Asylum!

"Yeah, come in," she said and opened the door. Frank started at her in shock, but she pulled him inside before he could react and locked the door with the key.

"Woah, I didn't know Gus was a furry!" he said amazed, finally getting over the surprise. Frank was euro-Caucasian (like Gus before she became a bunny) and had a muscular build, maybe even had more muscles than the last time she saw him, or maybe she now cared more about how guys looked. Before the change, they both were about the same height, but now he stood a good ten centimeters (4") taller than Gus. She stared at his green eyes and short, black hair smiling, then turned her eyes to his butt. It was nice, all right. Weird, she thought the first thing she would look at on a man would be its package. Maybe she wasn't such a slut after all.

"Oh, he's kind of new to this stuff," she said. "He went to buy groceries. Want something to drink?" she asked, winking at him.

"Water will do," he said and sat on the couch, staring at the bunny-girl, noticing her nipples through her white T-shirt. That sure was a realistic costume, he thought.

She came back with a glass of water and smiled before giving it to him. Frank was amazed at how real those bunny buckteeth were. Her costume sure had cost a lot, or maybe, this girl was really good at make-up for monster movies.

"Thanks," he said, and swallowed half of the water in one gulp.

"So, why do you want to see Gus?" she asked, sitting on the couch in front of him and crossing her legs. Frank was a bit sad that she was wearing pants; he honestly wanted to know how real the "costume" was.

"Well, a patient at the Asylum died yesterday, and I wanted him to know. It was an old man called Samuel. Did he tell you anything about him?" he asked while staring at the girl's butt. That tail, whoa, he could swear it was real!

"Not really. He doesn't talk about his old job," she said, staring at Frank's groin. Bad bunny slut! She was a bit disappointed to not notice a hard-on there.

"So, what is he working on now?" Frank asked, looking at the bunny's long ears. Did those things just move on their own? He must be imagining stuff!

"Oh, he is learning about make-up for monster movies. Just look at me! Don't I look real?" she said, standing up, taking off her shirt and showing off her fur-covered, but otherwise naked, breasts. "Look at these! Is he a genius or what?"

"Wow! They do look real! Can I tou... I mean, even if its just a costume, you shouldn't go around showing off yours breasts, young lady."

Gus smiled and got closer to him. "So, you don't want to know how real this costume is?" she asked, taking one of his hands and putting it over her left nipple.

"But..." he said, despite the fact he really wanted to know, for some strange reason. "Gus could be here at any moment..."

"Oh, he wont mind. You are his friend, right?" she said and moved Frank's hand over her nipple slowly. He couldn't believe how real it felt. It was like touching a real animal, only he could also feel her soft breast under the fur. He wasn't into this kind of stuff, was he?

"No, stop this! I am not into this furry junk!" He said and took his hand off her, making her look really disappointed.

She remembered something... "Say, you didn't dream about that guy who died, did you?" she asked, since Gus remembered she had dreamed about Samuel before waking up in the body of an anthro bunny-girl.

"Yeah, but how did you..."

Gus interrupted him by hugging him and whispering in his ear. "What was your dream about?"

"I..." He said nervously. Why was he so nervous? Costume or not, this furry was a girl, didn't look very strong and was shorter than him; he could get her off of him very easily. But, he wanted to know how she knew about his dream, so he decided to talk instead.

"Yes?" she said and licked his face. That tongue; it fell rough, somewhat dry. Maybe she hasn't been drinking enough water lately?

"I was... changing... into a monster," he said, feeling a warm sensation over his whole body.

"What kind of monster?" she asked and kissed him. Frank pushed her away. This was wrong. He shouldn't be doing this with Gus's girlfriend, even if he wasn't such a close friend anyway.

"A cat..." he said and moved for the door. Why was it so hard to walk? Why was he moving so slowly? When he finally reached the door, it felt like it took him five minutes to get there. "Please open the door, I want to leave."

"Oh, no you don't!" she said, moving closer to him and rubbing his groin. Why did he have a hard-on? The costume wasn't ugly, but he never liked stuff like this before. What the hell was going on?

"Please... Let me go!" he said, but his body didn't want to move. He just wanted to stay with this girl whose costume looked so real.

"Just relax, Frankie. You are a big boy. You aren't scared of a small bunny, are you?" she said, giving him a long, slow tongue kiss. He didn't resist and hugged her. What the hell, he hadn't had any action lately, and the fake fur of this girl was so soft and nice that it was worth a try.

"I am not scared of a little bunny!" he said after the kiss ended. His body felt so hot. She removed his sweater, then his shirt, looking at his strong muscular chest.

"Oh, you are a strong kitty," she said and rubbed his pecs slowly while he started to massage her long ears. Frank started doubting her ears where fake, but he was so horny, he didn't care and the bunny seemed to enjoy the rubbing, fake ears or not.

He stared once more at her breasts. Pushing her away a bit, he started to lick her right breast in slow motion; his tongue's texture became drier, more coarse and rough, like sandpaper. She held his left hand and put it over her other breast. He understood and started to massage it. She moaned a bit as he continued for a few minutes, then he noticed, surprised, that her nipples were letting out drops of milk!

"What the hell?" he said, amazed, but not before his tongue had tasted a bit of her milk. His head hurt, his vision became blurry, and he felt so tired that he barely was able to move enough to drop over the couch. She didn't seem alarmed by this and took the chance to fully undress him.

"Ohhh, what the hell...happening... me?" he said, really confused, seeing small multicolored dots on his body everywhere he looked.

After removing his clothes, Gus took off her pants, revealing her moist pussy. She then went for his dick, slowly licking it like a lollypop. Despite the headache, Frank enjoyed this. She put all of his penis inside her mouth, sucking it and licking the head in slow motion. Frank let out a mew of pleasure. Even like this, he knew he should not meow like a kitty, but it was too late to escape, he felt too tired to move. His headache seemed to slowly get better, and he let out a mix of mews and moans, not wanting to run away anymore.

"Oh, just relax and enjoy it, Frank!" she said.

He felt a small nub push out against his back. He moved his butt to the left as the nub squirmed behind him. From the nub, a three-foot long tail slid out. There was light black fuzz all over the tail which soon thickened into black fur. Gus gently rubbed the tail a bit, still busy with his dick. Had Frank not been so horny, he would have tried to escape, but strangely, he really liked all this. His eyes started to become pure red with narrow black pupils as his nose bent upward, flattening out and becoming pink. He could feel the upper lip part down the middle, making him let out a few cries of pain mixed with his moans and mews. She sucked harder, her paws playing with his testicles.

Finally he came, panting, meowing, and filling most of her mouth with his cum. She pulled her mouth off his dick fast, spitting out most of his cum. She couldn't believe what she had just done and put one of her paw-like hands into her mouth, trying to remove most of the cum left. She hated herself because she involuntary swallowed some of the salty liquid, and hated herself even more because she hadn't found it as disgusting as she thought it should be.

She looked at Frank, who now had a black cat tail sprouting out from his tailbone. Somehow she has caused this. She had better finish the job or she would get in lots of trouble if Frank came back to his senses with just a cat tail. With an angry look, she licked his dick clean and swallowed his cum. She deserved that. She's just a damn slut after all, she thought.

Frank seemed to be in a trance state, like he was hypnotized or something. Thick whiskers grew around the cheeks of his face. Meanwhile, his ears became pointed, slowly turning triangular and growing black fur as they slid up the side of his head. He licked his lips as by reflex; his eyes stared blankly. Gus decided it wouldn't be fair to fuck him like that, even if his dick was hard and ready again, and went to the bathroom to clean herself.

The palms of his hands became hard and padded, having grown soft pink mounds, while Frank fingers became shorter and stubby as the fingernails grew an inch longer and retracted inside the fingers themselves. The same thing happened on his feet as pink pads grew under the bottoms of the feet, while retractable claws formed where his nails were. His jaw extended a few inches, while black fur appeared on his chest and started to spread all over his body and a feline muzzle formed on his face. The canines became longer, pointed and sharper. His package covered over with in a furry sheath; his dick still out and hard, now red with a triangular tip and hock-like spines.

Just then Gus came back, watching as fur finished covering his now-anthro feline body. The change was now over, but he still had a hard-on. She went to her desk and took out a tablet of pills from a drawer. She had been taking those for the last few days, fearing she would rape the pizza-delivery boy. She feared they wouldn't work well in a half-bunny woman. She took two, just in case, swallowing them with a glass of water.

Gus slapped Frank. "Ouch!" said the feline, waking up out of his trance, noticing his chest and hands were covered in black hair, no, it must be... couldn't be... fur? "What the hell happened to me?"

"Oh, shut up and come here, kitty," she said. He stood up, looking over her slim, sensual body. If Frank had been horny before, now lust had taken him over completely. He moved to her with an odd stare on his face. He pushed her over the couch, spreading her legs wide, his tongue licking her delicate flower like a thirsty dog drinks water. She moaned, screaming; this shouldn't be so good! Yes, it must be her slutty body! There was a bit of regret, but was too late. She had become this kitty-cat's bitch now!

He continued, his tongue going inside her, licking her harder and faster for almost two minutes, making her go crazy until she was almost there. But, before the climax, he pulled his tongue out, smiling.

"Meanie!" she said, looking at him angrily. He mounted her, feeling her smaller, delicate body under him. She pretended to resist, trying to push him away, but she couldn't have done it even if she wanted. He was stronger than her and both knew it. His member started sinking into her sex, slowly, so slowly, that it almost made her mad. But, Gus was a virgin, so she was tight, and she secretly thanked Frank for not acting like a mindless beast. It hurt a bit, but she knew things were going to get good soon. She cried in pain as something broke inside her body, and suddenly he penetrated her fully, and, while she cried, his dick covered with some blood. It was a tight fit. Both looked at each other in the eyes for a second. It was very strange.

He started carefully thrusting into the bunny, giving her the chance to get used to the movement. She cried some more, but soon enough, the cries ceased and the moans started. Gus held on to Frank's ass tightly, making him go even deeper. "Faster!" she said. The cat licked her muzzle and followed her order.

This whole new experience was very likeable for Gus, and while Frank had not changed gender, he liked it a lot too. Both beasts' bodies joined in a lustful rut, their instincts taking control of them. They slammed against each other repeatedly, his hard buddy pumping in and out of her wet and receptive flower. He licked her neck, breathing heavily, and groped her breasts. She called him names, insulting him. He liked that, but mostly she just moaned. Her paws attached to his sides, forcing him to go as deep as he could in each thrust, her hips moving in unison to his movement.

He came to his climax after a few minutes, the kitty feeling how the pressure built up in his shaft, the smells, the insults, the idea of playing lustfully with what should be prey, all driving him over the edge. Her willingness added even more to his pleasure, as did the perverse feeling of doing it with his friend's girlfriend. After a few more moments of hard and fast thrusts he was ready. He meowed as his seed filled her. She pinched his butt, wanting more, so he tried to continue.

His meat started to shrink down, but he made the effort anyway. After a few repeated thrusts, she came to her climax as well, screaming like crazy. Both laid together for a moment, hugging each other, then he pulled out of her, both of them panting and smiling.

Gus looked at him, saying nothing. She didn't regret anything. Frank rubbed her ears and then silently headed to the bathroom, a mix of a male scream with a meow comes out from there...

"WHAT THE HELL?" shouted Frank's voice from the bathroom. Seemed he finally realized for real that he was now a kitty!

Part 3: Gus's and Frank's life together
(And how a dragon gets free of its prison)

Gus had done the best she could to calm down the enraged feline, since Frank was not in a good mood after he'd found out he was now a freak. And the best she could do meant that she fucked him again, something not too hard as he seemed to get horny just by staring at her. This time the bunny let herself go, more because of a sense of self-preservation than lust, since she knew the feline could kill her if he let his new animal instincts take over. She fucked him until Frank fainted from exhaustion. She looked at the clock on the wall; had they really been going for over two hours?

The amazing thing was that Gus still wanted more, despite the fact she had make him come like a dozen times and she had at least seven orgasms. She was a bunny-slut after all, wasn't she? But she pushed her fears of becoming a mindless sex-addict aside; there were more important matters right now. She stood up from the couch, her breasts, face and lower part of her body mostly covered in cum, and went to clean herself. After she was clean, she went to her garage and found some steel chains. With the chains, she tied the kitty's hand-like paws behind his back, then tied his legs tightly with chains too. She also decided it would be dangerous to have Frank's mouth uncovered; he could bite her or scream like crazy until the neighbors called the police. So she got some cotton and a handkerchief, made a gag, put it in his mouth and tied his maw tightly shut with duct tape.

With some effort, she moved the big and heavy feline to the bed of her room. It took her like twenty minutes to do that; damn he sure was heavy! Several hours later, when it was night and Frank woke up, he noticed he was tied up with chains, his maw having been gagged and duct-taped. He struggled to get free, rattling loudly in his chains, but even his new anthro body had a limit, and as hard as he tried, he could not break the chains or get them loose.

"Hi, Frank, had a nice sleep?" said Gus, entering the room, now not only clean, but it looked like she'd taken a shower too, as her fur kind of smelled like soap. She was dressed in baggy, male clothes, with a hole in the pants for her tail.

"MMmmth!" he said, as he didn't understand why he was chained, until he remembered he was now a monster. But so was she, so why the chains?

"Yeah, sorry buddy, but this little bunny isn't taking any chances. Your new body isn't so bad, at least you're still male, after all," she said, getting closer. He struggled to move, but wasn't able to do anything besides moving the bedsheets a bit. What did she mean by "still being a male"?

"Look, I am not Gus's girlfriend. I am Gus!" she said. "And don't look at me like that, you're a kitty now, so if you think about it, the fact that your friend Gus transformed into a bunny-girl doesn't sound so weird."

He rattled his chains once more, wanting to be free. She reached for his mouth gag, but he moved his muzzle as if he were going to bite her.

"Oh, stop that Frankie. You want to talk, don't you?" she said and rubbed him behind his ears. In spite of himself, he liked that.

"Now, I'm gonna let this gag and duct tape out. Please don't scream like crazy or bite me. We're both freaks; what do you think the humans would do to us?" she said. Frank had to admit that this bunny-girl was right.

She took the duct tape out, together with some of his fur. He cried out with a muffled scream, that hurt!, then she took out the gag. Frank breathed, relieved, that thing in his mouth sure was annoying.

"There, now are we are going to talk like civilized people or you want to insult and blame me because of what happened?" She said, smiling.

Frank stared at her; he did indeed want to insult and blame her for everything, but it didn't seem like a good idea right now. Maybe he could do both things? "Okay, let's talk, slut, but I still blame you for everything," he said, unable to hide the anger in his face.

"Look, I don't know why, but you and I dreamed of Samuel before we changed. Too bad he died, huh? Now we'll never know if it was just coincidence or if he had anything to do with this."

"So, you had strange dreams about him too?" He asked, surprised. "Oh my god, you remember we weren't the only guards who took care of him, right? What if others got strange dreams and changed too?"

"That could be a possibility, but you can't go back to work and get a list of the guards, so we can't find out if there are more like us. At least, not while you're still a kitty," she said and kissed him on the forehead, giving him a good close view of her breasts. "you and I stand out more than a Eskimo in Miami."

"But, what if we sneak in very early in the morning and get the list before the guard change?" he said. Why was he was going along with this? Okay, she was hot, and it would be nice to find others, just to feel less like a freak, and maybe there were other felines too. He got a hard-on just from imagining a female feline anthro, but tried to push those thoughts aside; this wasn't the time for that. Why was he was so damn horny, so full of lustful thoughts? In a way, it was like being a teenager again, except that back then he used to imagine busty women in their early twenties, not busty female felines.

"Oh Frankie, what's the matter? I'm not good enough for you? The Tom wants a Queen, huh?" she said, rubbing his groin sightly. Was it that obvious? "Well, to be honest, you are hot, but having a Jack would be great," She said, and by Jack she meant a male bunny. Frank lowered his ears and tail, feeling sad for some reason, maybe she had just hurt his pride.

Frank's stomach grumbled; he hadn't eaten anything in a long time, his last meal was when he was still human. Right now, he wanted raw meat or, even better, fish. He looked at Gus and licked his lips, or maybe a bit of bunny would be nice. "Break the neck, eat the flesh, a tasty bunny would be yummy," said a voice inside him. Frank was horrified; it was true he blamed the girl for his change, but killing her was going too far.

"Looks like I was right about chaining you up," she said, not liking the way he stared at her neck. "Guess what? I bought some fresh meat for the cute kitty."

"Really?" he said, all excited. "Please, may I have some?" Where was his pride? Who cares? He was hungry!

"Well, I dunno, you just looked like you where going to eat me if I set you free," she said, and rubbed his ears.

"I won't eat you, I promise on my tail," he said, having no clue why he was talking like that, but it was true he would feel less of a feline if he lost his tail.

"Okedokay..." she said and went out of the room, returning with a big dish full of raw meat. Frank got really excited looking at the meat, it was almost like when he was a young kid and his mother bought him ice-cream. Too bad sugar was very likely to give him diabetes now.

She put the dish on the floor, then pushed him off the bed. He fell, giving out a big yelp. Struggling, he moved like a snake and started to eat the meat as soon as he got close enough to the dish.

That was very mean of the bunny. He should teach her a lesson, but she fed him and the meat tasted so fucking good! After he had eaten all the meat, she got close to him and asked, "Are you still hungry?"

"No, just a bit thirsty," he said. Now that his hunger for food was satisfied, his hunger for sex was coming back, but why hurry about it? A bit of playing first would be nice.

"Okay, water or milk?" she asked. Water would be better, since he knew some cats didn't tolerate milk very well, and he was humiliated more than enough to dare to fart in front of his girl. His girl? Wasn't she just food when he was hungry mere moments ago? She wasn't food anymore; he had promised it on his tail after all. Not that he wouldn't mate with other females if he had the chance, but she seemed to know him so well, and she wasn't such a bad person. She had fed him after all, right?

"Water will do," he said, smiling. Gus kicked him in the groin, making him cry tears of pain.

"ARGG, WHAT THE HELL WOMAN?" he said, looking very angry and showing his teeth.

"I am not a toy, or your propriety. Got it tomcat?"

"Okay, okay, but how do you keep guessing what I think?" he asked, now a bit more curious than angry, despite the way his goods still hurt. They say curiosity killed the cat, after all.

"I don't know. I guess I am very good at reading your body language. Or maybe you just are very good at expressing what you think with your tail."

He looked at his tail, angry, as if telling it "You traitor", then Frank couldn't help but to start laughing.

"What's so funny?" Gus asked, confused.

"Everything," he said. "Just look at us! Not too long ago, we were just two body guards at an Asylum. And now, we are two monsters who only have each other, with instincts we can barely control. And even worse, you used to be a guy! Yet that didn't stop the good old Gus from fucking me until I fainted! We're doomed, you know, that's what's so funny!"

"I don't think we're doomed," she simply said, with her arms crossed.

"Do you honestly think we have any chance to be human again?" he asked, with tears in his eyes.

"You're a lucky bastard, you know. You're still male and you've got a sexy bunny to fuck around with. You didn't waste two weeks locked inside your house because you feared the outside world. And you didn't get depressed while you masturbated because you hated your own body, and hated yourself for thinking like a girl more and more as time passed. But here you are crying, just because you're now a kitty. Wanna know something? Go get your own damn water!" she said and stormed out of the bedroom, leaving the Tom still chained.

"Gus? Eh... I'm sorry, Gus... I'm still chained you know!" Frank said, but it didn't seem like she was going to come back anytime soon.

Meanwhile, far away from there, at the Asylum...

There was a man locked in a cell; he was the infamous guard who got crazy listening to Samuel Smith. Since Samuel had died, he had been a lot quieter. They were actually thinking about moving him to a place with less security, someplace where he could actually socialize. Besides, with Samuel gone, the generous funds the institution had been receiving had been seriously cut, so they didn't have much motivation to keep him. After all, his cell could hold another crazy man who actually had rich relatives that could "Donate" to the institution.

The man stared at the ceiling. He was still a bit shocked because the voices were gone, the same voices that had made him get locked away. At first, he had tried to ignore the voices, but soon enough he wasn't able to distinguish the voices in his head from the voices of people that talked to him. The medicine only made him unstable, and the doctors decided that he was beyond recovery and locked him away.

But now, now he was free, the voices were gone, they had abandoned him since the old man died. That damn Samuel Smith, that bastard that "infected" him, was gone forever. Now, would they believe him? He didn't know, that's why he had decided that the best thing to do would be to stay quiet. Maybe if he didn't talk to himself when he was alone, they would set him free. That was his plan.

"Alan, don't you want to be free?" said a voice. That was strange, it was only one voice. And that voice, no, it couldn't be. He had died, they had said he had died...

"I know you want to be free," said the same voice. Now Alan was almost sure, it was the voice of that crazy man who had infected him.

"I prefer a life in this cell, rather than receiving help from you," Alan said, then covered his mouth. He should not talk, or he would not be free.

"Silence won't make you free, but I can do that," the voice said. Alan said nothing, the old man had died, he couldn't be talking to him. He closed his eyes, extending his body over the cushioned floor and tried to sleep.

He soon found himself having a dream where he was alone in the darkness, naked, a dragon there with him. The dragon was at least three times his size. It had a long body with a wide tail, a long neck and bright, blood red scales. He didn't know why, but he knew the dragon to be female. She had four long limbs with four digits on each foot, all ending in short but sharp claws. She had two big, strange-looking wings on her back that somehow resembled a bird's wings, only these ones were covered in rainbow-colored scales. Her head was narrow and had a wide mouth with a pronounced overbite and multiple rows of teeth. She had two round eyes that glowed light yellow. Two long, straight white horns extended from its forehead. Her tail had a short white spike on the tip. She stood on her four feet, looking at him.

"Go away," Alan said to the big creature. The dragon got closer to him. Alan tried to kick it away but the dragon acted as if she didn't feel it.

"Look, I don't like you. Could you please go away?" he said. There were always fantastic creatures in his dreams since he'd started to hear the voices. As long as the creatures were there, he wouldn't be free. But this was the first time he'd dreamed about a dragon, as far as he could remember.

The dragon seemed to fade away into thin air. Alan smiled in his dream and in the real world. It was the first time he'd gotten rid of a creature in his dreams.

Then Alan saw himself in the dream wearing normal clothes, not the stupid ones they had given him to wear in the Asylum. He was now wearing a black T-shirt and gray jeans. He peeked under the pants, he had pink boxers with hearts on them. What the hell? He would never wear those things, but then again, it was just a dream, who cares? He looked at his feet, noticing he had regular brown shoes with black shoelaces. Okay, not bad, but why was he still in the darkness? Couldn't he dream himself in better surroundings?

He felt a strange warmth spreading all over his body. Then he began to feel a tingle run down his spine, the tingle growing to cover his whole body, and he started to feel not only warm, but like he was on fire. For some reason, he enjoyed it.

"What the hell?" Alan said, then covered his mouth. This wasn't happening, it was all in his mind. He should try to ignore it. He should be quiet or he wouldn't be free. He knew he talked when he dreamed after all.

His fingers began to expand and get longer, and he felt a bit of pain when he noticed that on both of his hands, two fingers fused into one. His nails fell off, and he grew white claws. He looked at his now four-finger hands, and, for some reason, he liked what he saw.

Alan felt like he was about to throw up. Why was he like this? He tried to resist. This was his dream, he should be able to control it, but as hard as he tried, he still had claws and only four fingers on each hand. "Dammit!"

Red scales started to cover the hands, and he felt like someone was scratching his stomach. His vision faded away for a moment and, when it came back, he had round reptilian-like eyes that were light yellow. He knew the color of his eyes and how they looked because it was his dream after all, a dream of him turning into something he seemed to like, but didn't want.

"Why can't this crazy stuff just go away like the voices?" he said, then covered his mouth, but uncovered it as the scales felt weird against his face and his hands were like those of a monster.

Alan's chest itched. He looked under the T-shirt and noticed he was also growing red scales there and that his stomach was almost all covered in those damn red things. The scales traveled up his arms to his shoulders. His nipples hardened and grew a bit, and, for some reason, he felt the need to touch them.

"Not a chance, I won't touch them!" he said, no longer caring if the guards heard him. His chest expanded rapidly into two large D-cup breasts, straining his T-shirt. His cock and balls felt strangely cold. He looked at them and noticed they were slowly shrinking.

"Arg, not my goods!" he said, touching his package, trying to pull it out, but it hurt and didn't help. It felt like his buddy was being repeatedly kicked by a very pissed off ex-lover, so he stopped trying to pull it. His body was now mostly covered in scales; his feet had grown bigger and destroyed his shoes. He stared at them, seeing they were covered in darker red scales and had four toes with white claws. He began to grow bird-like wings on his back, near his shoulders, but those wings didn't grow feathers on them but rainbow-colored scales. His neck stretched longer and grew thicker, and his heels hurt as he grew a hawk-like claw on the back of each one.

"This is just a dream. Why am I worrying so much?" he thought. One part of him told Alan to resist, but he decided to ignore it. It was just a dream, maybe a weird one, but nothing to worry about. Why not enjoy it?

Alan's goods were now about baby-size and still shrinking. After just a few seconds, with an almost comic "pop", they pulled inside his body, turning inside-out, a delicate flower forming. He felt a wave of pleasure as the pussy finished forming, feeling the need to rip "her" pants and boxers off so she can start to touch her clit and labia to have some fun.

"Damn, damn, damn," she said, looking at her new womanhood. She had indeed ripped off her pants and boxers, but she had resisted the urge to touch herself. Then her throat hurt, the Adam's apple shrinking until it could no longer be seen, making her voice higher pitched. Dream or not, Alan didn't want to be a girl! But the urge, no! she must be strong! She? No, this wasn't real. Alan was male, and she knew it. Too bad that she couldn't wake up, or at least stop thinking of herself as a girl.

Her body was now fully covered in scales. Her hair had fallen out and now she felt her head hurt like hell. She grew two, long, straight white horns on her forehead. Her nose flattened up and expanded, now having big nostrils. She breathed in hard then exhaled, noticing small flames coming out her nose. Well, at least that was fun.

"Nooo!" she shouted, hearing her now-female voice filled with panic. Then she felt a sharp pain near her butt as a bump of flesh formed just over the tailbone. "No, not a tail. Please, not a tail."

From the bump, a wide lizard-like tail grew out. Alan's tail elongated and thickened, a short, white spike growing out the tip of it. It was a freaking tail, a cursed dragon tail! Then she murred as she saw her new tail. How could she live her whole life without it? And then she hugged it, it's so nice and scaly!

"Nonono!" she said, but still kept hugging the tail for a moment more before finally letting it go. She felt her hips widening, her waist shrinking and ass growing, her whole body getting more slender. She had a pussy after all, why not get curves too? "Fine, turn me into this damn dragon thing. This is just a dream after all," she said, sighing.

She then felt her mouth grow cold. She opened it and noticed the teeth falling out. She smiled, now enjoying her transformation. The old teeth gone, she grew new, sharp ones, many more than she'd had before, now having multiple rows of teeth that barely had space in her mouth, so she had to keep it open, but she hoped that would change soon.

"You look so cute," said the the old man's voice. She could see him floating in front of her, a naked old man, not something cute to see, trust me.

"I am not cute. I am a monster," Alan said, or at least hoped to say, but with so little space in her mouth, all she managed to say was, "MMmmth, mmmmjum!"

Her ears felt cold. She touched them and noticed they were gone, but somehow she could still hear, maybe now her ears were internal. She felt a bit of pain as her skull changed shape, becoming more narrow and lizard-like, her lengthening muzzle accommodating her new teeth slowly, and soon she had space to really move her tongue inside her mouth. She licked her new teeth, and noticed her tongue was now long and lizard-like, but rough, like sand paper. Her clothes, which were destroyed by the changes and her claws, disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Ah, now I can talk. So old man, kiss my scaly tail!" she said, giving the finger to him. The man faded away and Alan woke up in his cell.

There she found out her real-world clothes were just rags lying on the floor, and that she really was a dragon-girl now. She growled in anger, but then noticed her new body had power. She ripped the door off with ease and ran away from the cell. An alarm sounded, but she broke through a wall and soon enough she was flying off in the night skies, free at last.

End of part three