Like Rabbits
Done as a trade with Feder
The bells on the door rang as Sharon stepped in, again making her feel like she was stepping into a shop, which she was not. No, this was home, and home was not some store but a regular little apartment. The only reason for the bells' existence was because of the apartment's other occupant.
"Honey!" Reed, her husband, exclaimed from his usual spot on the couch. "You're home!"
"Hey, hubby," Sharon said, brandishing the shopping bag she held before her.
Immediately Reed jumped up and rushed across the room, snatching the bag away from her.
"The costumes!" he said. "You brought them!"
Sharon watched wordlessly as Reed opened the bag. He peered at the contents and his face fell. He looked up at her, his previous excitement gone.
"What's this?" he asked.
Sharon smiled and reached into the bag. She procured a pair of white masks, shiny cheaping looking things that resembled a lapine visage, long ears and pink, slightly protruding nose included. She held one out to Reed and he took it. His smile vanished and a single eyebrow raised as he looked from one similar mask to the other.
"They're exactly the same," he said. "Why would you get them exactly the same?"
"No," Sharon said, smiling. "Yours cost more."
"Huh?"
"They were on different racks. One said 'For the Ladies', the other said for 'For the Gentlehares.' The hare one cost more."
"Huh." Reed titled his head. "So which one is mine?"
Sharon shrugged, and smiled. "I don't know. They look the same to me."
"Alright, I just don't want to be wearing the girl rabbit while you have the guy...or hare?" Reed chuckled. "But...where did you get these?" He turned the mask over. "Not quite the costume for the party I was expecting..."
"Just a place I found on my way back from work. It was quite convenient, actually."
Reed ceased examining the mask and narrowed his eyes at Sharon.
"Convenient, eh?" He peered suspiciously at the nondescript shopping bag. "Who was it run by? A wizened old man who gave these to you for free? A beautiful woman who seemed a little...off?"
"No, no, no," Sharon laughed. "There was some poor teen there bored out of his mind. Seems like I was his only customer."
"Oh good. Can't be too paranoid nowadays, not with all those weird little shops appearing just whenever you need it..." Reed shrugged and scoffed, lifting the mask up to his face. "How does this stay anyways? There's no string."
"Oh." Sharon tilted her head. "Hmm."
Sharon looked down at her mask, dropping the shopping bag so she could hold the rabbity disguise in both hands. Like Reed, she placed it closer to her face.
"Huh," she said. "You're right. Maybe you just--" She placed the mask upon her face and adjusted it slightly with her hands. Unlike other masks she had worn before, the feel of it upon her face was almost...natural, as if it were part of her visage, not merely resting atop it. She let her hands slide off the mask and miraculously it stayed on.
"Like that," she continued, tapping her mask. She nearly flinched at the sensation, because it had felt like she had touched her face and not the mask, but that was a silly thought. "You see?"
"Yeah," Reed said, placing his mask upon his face so that he was masked as she. Although, Sharon mused, he was wearing the male mask or perhaps maybe not. She giggled when she saw him. Though the mask was not too detailed, he certainly looked rabbity enough, even if she could see his eyes through the eyeholes and his frowning lips where the mask cut off abruptly under the nose. Seeing the frown, she spoke:
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," he said. "They're just...a little plain, you know? We don't get to go to these sort of events often and..."
"Don't give me that," Sharon said, rolling her eyes. "We go to these every month and you know they're not my thing. That's why I got to pick the costume this time. Unless...unless you just don't want to go at all?"
"No, no!" Reed shook his head."I want to go, of course I want to go, it's..." he paused, squinting his eyes. "Honey, darling, you have something on your neck."
"Hmm?" Sharon murmured, but just as Reed said it, she felt it. Something warm and only slightly wet trickled down her neck, trailing down to tickle her collar bone. She blinked and brought a hand to her neck, feeling the area. She shook involuntarily as she felt the warm, sticky substance with her fingers, and when she pulled back some of the stuff remained on her hand. She held her partially coated fingers up in front of her face and gasped. Her hand dripped with a black, rubbery substance that glistened under the apartment's meager lighting. Where had that come from? Sharon's gaze suddenly shifted away from her hand as she caught sight of her husband. He stared at her hand too, not seeming to notice that several lines of the same black substance dripped out from under his mask.
"Reed?" Sharon squeaked. "You...you have--"
"What?" Reed he sputtered. His hands flew to his neck and soon his extremities were far more covered than Sharon's with the shiny substance. "What is--what the--!"
Reed howled and grabbed at the ears of his mask while Sharon tried unsuccessfully to wipe the stuff off on her top. Unfortunately, it only seemed to smear and spread, as if it were somehow impossibly proliferating. Disgusted, Sharon too yelled and looked up at her husband.
Reed had succeeded in partially pulling off the mask, but many tendrils of the substance were tethered to the mask, and they tugged against him. With a desperate shout, Reed visibly strained and pulled even harder. Just as Sharon thought to reach out and help him, the tendrils won the struggle, snapping the mask back into place with a painful slap. Reed grunted, stumbled back, and fell onto his rump, all the while still pulling futilely at his mask.
"Reed!" Sharon exclaimed. Just as she began to rush towards her downed husband, more and more of the substance poured out from under her mask. The feeling of liquid, clinging warmth and the smell of something rubbery, yet earthy permeated her senses. It washed over her eyes, rendering her blind, and flowed under her clothes, causing her to shiver at its touch as it coursed down her torso, over her crotch, and onto her legs. Any further movement came to a halt, as the stuff reached her toes, eliciting a shriek and stumble from her. She fell far less gracefully than her husband, banging her nose on the ground and ending up on her hands and knees. She groaned as the stuff seeped into her mouth. Surprisingly it neither hampered her breathing or tasted particularly bad. In fact, it had a slightly burned, slightly chocolatey taste. Her nose twitched oddly as she sniffed the air.
"S-sh-sharon?" Reed gurgled. She could feel him squirming nearby, but not see him. She too began to squirm as the substance not so much constricted her, but caressed her body. Although the sensation should have been horrible and unpleasant, she actually began to calm, nearly forgetting Reed until he spoke again:
"Sh-sharon?" Sharon opened her mouth to speak, but it felt all wrong, it felt so strange. Her jaw tightened and her teeth wiggled, many of them falling out with a clatter to the floor until there were only a few left. These teeth throbbed and ached, growing larger and longer to fill up the missing space in her smaller mouth.
Or was it muzzle? Again Sharon felt her nose twitch, and afterwards her ears wiggled and flapped.
Wiggled?
"Reed?" she said, and spoke no more because she sounded all wrong. There was some squeak to her voice like rubber, like latex, but also some emerging deepness. She cleared her throat and felt the liquid latex flush down deeper, thickening her neck and causing a certain spot higher on her throat to protrude.
"Reed?" she said again, and her voice was definitely deeper, mannish even. Shaking her head, her ears flopped again and grew longer as she propped herself into a kneeling position. She reached her hands for her throat and felt her Adam's apple. She had little time to ponder this discovery before all over her covered body the latex constricted, squeezing at her fingers, and toes, and chest. While five fingers merged into four, she wiped her eyes and could see again.
"Sharon?" she heard Reed squeak, his voice high and feminine. She stared down in awe at her black hands, with their thick digits and pawlike configuration, and also at her small muzzle that resided on the fringe of her vision. She twitched her nose and dropped to her chest as the latex squeezed against her breasts. Involuntarily she moaned and groaned as they began to shrink while her torso grew bulkier and her curves began to fade away.
"Sharon?!?" Reed called again. "Sharon!"
"Reed!" she spoke, looking over to her husband.
As far as she could tell, he too was completely covered in the shining black latex. Like her, the latex seemed to be working on subverting his sex. He lay on his back, smaller than before, his clothes hanging loosely on his frame. He too had the latex head of a rabbit, but his neck was thinner, his ears even longer, and his eyes large and endearing. At present, those charming eyes stared in wide surprise at his chest, which bubble and writhed beneath his ill-fitting shirt. As both watched, two twin hemispheres on his upper chest ballooned outwards with a squeak, tearing his shirt apart and wobbling. They flowed and squeaked further still, filling up larger and larger until Reed had his own set of glossy, perky tits. Sharon blinked and looked down at her muscular chest and saw that she had none. Figuring her top looked ridiculous as is, she discarded it and stood. Without further ado, she kicked off her shoes, exposing her pawed feet, and pulled pants down hips that were merely shoulder length apart. Now she was naked save for her panties, which, she noticed, had a slight bulge in the crotch. Blinking again, her gaze drifted towards Reed's covered crotch.She began to lumber over to him, noticing that she had gained a little height.
"Sharon!" Reed squeaked, not noticing her advance. "Where did you buy the masks?" He gripped his breasts, squeezed them, and mewled as they squeaked and a bit of milky latex dripped out of his puffy nipples. "I've got tits. Tits!"
"I know," Sharon murmured, looking down at her husband. "And what do you have down there?"
"Huh?"
Before Reed could react, Sharon hauled him to his feet. He stood dumbfounded as she tore of the remnants of his shirt before pulling his pants down. She peered down at his boxers and shivered as her crotch throbbed, something pressing out of her once feminine depths.
"Sharon, what are you--"
Sharon didn't have to do anything, for Reed's hips suddenly snapped apart with a rubbery rasp. His boxers fell to his ankles and she saw what she had suspected: his manhood, while never having been anything but average was not much, much less. It was a shrunken little nub and his testicles weren't much better, tiny and pulled up tight against his crotch. By this time Reed too had noticed his shrunken masculinity. He wailed like a woman and clapped his paws to his groin but it was too late. With a few creaks and grates, his manhood withdrew forevermore. The former man stared perplexed at his fate, at his flat, featureless crotch, but true fate was revealed as the latex shuddered and squealed, carving out a distinctive feminine cleft between his legs. Reed shrieked, but something else drew his attention from his new womanhood. His hands clapped to his butt as it bubbled. He groaned as a short lapine tail grew out over his rear. He turned around and looked over his narrow shoulders at his heart-shaped ass and his cute little tail.
Sharon admired the sight for a moment and felt her crotch throb again. She let her panties drop and looked down. Between her legs was the opposite of what she had once possessed: a throbbing male member that glistened from light and lubrication.
"We must have mixed up the masks," Sharon said in her masculine voice.
"What?" Reed squeaked as he caught sight of Sharon's erect length. "O-oh." He looked up at her--yes, Sharon thought with a smile, actually looked up at her because of the new heigh difference--and frowned, which still looked cute to her. "How...why...where did you get those masks?"
"I told you," Sharon said. "I wasn't lying."
"Honey, I'm not saying you were but..." Reed's light voice trailed off. He gestured to his breasts and then to her cock. "We can't got to the party like this!"
Yeah." Sharon nodded. "You're right, but..."
"But?"
"But..." Sharon loomed over the smaller bunny and looked down at him. "You are pretty cute like that."
Reed shrunk away and squeaked as he rubbed his paws together. He looked up at her.
"W-well..." he stuttered. "You are kind of hot, but..."
"But?"
"But why not?" Reed shivered, cupping one breast. "Why don't we...why don't we...this has to be temporary...it's just why don't we..."
"Rut like rabbits?" Sharon laughed.
Reed nodded shyly.
"That's what I thought," Sharon said. "Now..."
Reed looked up expectantly, ears perked.
"Run, rabbit, run."
And run Reed did. The smaller bunny anthro sped of towards their apartment's bedroom. Sharon followed him closely behind, jumping into the bed with him. Their black latex bodies squeaked and creaked as they scraped against each other until Sharon was squarely on top and Reed was on the bottom.
"No fair," Sharon said, staring down at Reed's breasts. "They're bigger than mine."
Reed shivered and moaned as the larger rabbit caressed her tits.
"B-but," Reed said between moans, staring squarely at Sharon's crotch. "Y-you're bigger too."
"Oh, that's true," Sharon chuckled, thrusting her pelvis forward so her cock came closer to Reed's wanton pussy. "Want to see how it feels like?"
Again, Reed nodded shyly. As the hare, Sharon was not so shy. She moved forward and prodded his feminine opening with her member. He shivered and stared up, wrapping his arms around her muscular torso. Sharon stared down at her husband, grabbed his ears, and lifted his heads to hers. As they kissed deeply, noses twitching together, she chose that moment to penetrate him.
Reed gasped and gasped again as Sharon wasted no time in him. In a matter of moments they truly were rutting like rabbits. Despite any previous experience in their newfound forms, the couple set up a rhythm that was enjoyable for both, fast and hard and pleasurable. The pair hardly half a minute. By that moment, Sharon grunted, Reed moaned, and they both came upon release. Reed shivered and shook as his wife's seed spilled into her, and Sharon simply shuddered and came to lie close to her husband on the bed, cuddling up against the smaller rabbit. She soon fell asleep and Reed did too after his afterglow had waned. He drew in close to Sharon and shortly afterwards both slept a pleasant sleep.
Sometime in the early morn the next day, Sharon took a sudden breath and sat up. She looked down at herself and found she was still a black latex bunny hare with the requisite equipment, though it was soft for now. Scratching her rubbery ears, she turned over to Reed and gasped.
"Reed!" she murmured, attempting to shake him awake. "Reed!"
"Wh-what?" Reed mumbled, blinked away the last vestiges of sleep. He too took a sudden breath and sat up, but found some complication in the matter for his stomach was unexpectedly...swollen.
"What...I..." he looked at his bloated belly and further up to his swollen breasts. One small touch caused them to leak milk that smelled faintly of chocolate. He shook his head and placed his hands on his stomach. "No, no, I can't be...I'm...I'm--"
"Pregnant," Sharon said. She half-smiled. "Sorry, I'm not used to..."
"Oh my God, Sharon," Reed said, hopping off the bed and groaning, clutching his back. "I'm pregnant, actually pregnant, and we're still rubbery rabbits and..."
"I know."
"You know?" Reed's ears fell and he began to pace around the room as fast as a laden latex bunny could. "You know? We need to see a doctor, we need to get this stuff lifted, we need to check if this is really a baby or just some weird...I don't know, I don't know!"
"I know," Sharon said, motioning downwards. "We'll go, but..."
"But?" Reed turned around and saw that Sharon was pointing to her once again stiff member. Immediately his panic drifted away, and he looked at it hungrily. "But..."
"But we can wait, right?" Sharon asked. "Just a little bit?"
"Yeah..." Reed nodded, already walking towards the bed once again. "I'm already pregnant, it couldn't make things any worse. Just...I get to be on top this time, ok?"
"Fine by me."
There was a few squeaky steps, a pitifully short hop, and then they were in bed together again, rutting like rabbits.