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O was listening intently as the organs dance around him. His earbuds spat the 18th century flames of Toccata and Fugue far louder than the traffic of the city could ever hope to become. Eyes closed he laid deep in the seat of the half emptied bus. Late at night and struggling against sleep he imagined himself in a cathedral. An organ performance made for him and him alone. It did not matter that 23,060,222 other people had listened to it as well, possibly including him, possibly not. For the time being this was his. It felt just like it was.

Inside his music enhanced vision there provided no escape, no end in sight, for the changes did strike once a day, sometimes at night. Snapping up from visions that kept him laid back, he found himself turning into a yak. With the music now absent, DC now displayed, he found his jacked tearing, the fabric quite frayed. Kicking and shouting, resisting the stress, he found his humanity under duress. White fur all around, covering all sides, the bus driver could barely believe his eyes.

Slamming onto the breaks O bumped his extended nose against the back of the seat before sliding into the aisle. Another yak stood there, an expecting smile. The bus driver stopped, confused and disturbed as the male yak pried the doors open with his horns. As if to explain some small part of this was happening a news report started. The news covered a break in from which the male yak had departed. A cult, one quite new, had sprung up just this week. Claimed all animals were humans in need of release.

O found himself losing the last of it. That humanity most precious. Turning into the aisle away from the male yak, the soon to be female presented her back. Not sure of what was happening, she felt him jump back. Upon her rump he delivered his attack. Driving into an open slickened sex just added to her body, she looked around for the help others only to find phones recording and thirsty. Her own phone lay on the floor of the bus, still hanging off the buds in her rounded fluffy ears.

It was in the perfect position to capture all that happened. A too well framed shot for it to just be random. And so all that tuned in and tracked down the footage, could see how O's hindquarters were ruthlessly pushed in. The male yak was heavy in body and balls, the smack of his testicles against thighs reminding her again and again of what was about to happen. With a lowering mow she felt him rear back and...

There was a splash deep within her, the male yak quick to empty, both of them spent and not nearly steady. The phone below found itself crushed beneath their weight. As the two yaks rest fast, in a post orgasmic state.