Redsville
#2 of Hide and Squeak
Commission for BalloonPup
Tris (c) Me
Pop and all others (c) BalloonPup
Adult trippy gay porn!
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Tristan awoke to find he was laying on something hard, with a slight breeze caressing his form. He groaned and rubbed his forehead. He started as he heard a loud squeak, sitting up with another series of squeaks and looking around. His jaw dropped as he found that he was sitting on a park bench, in the midst of a park. There were buildings visible beyond the park. But the reason he was so shocked was that everything he saw, from the ground, to the trees, to the buildings, to the nearby pond and the very bench he was sitting on, was the same shade of strawberry red. Everything that had happened what to him was the night before rushed back into his head. He whimpered softly and curled up, wrapping his legs in his arms. As he did so the squeaks returned. He slowly looked at himself.
Tris' eyes widened when he found that instead of his usual pelt, his flesh was lustrous and shiny, just like everything else, except that he was white, and not red. He nearly fell off the bench in surprise when a black stag went jogging by. Tris looked carefully and there was a telltale shimmer of rubber from the cervine. Tris stood slowly and turned around. There were shiny people having picnics. Shiny people flying cellophane kites in the air. Shiny people playing Frisbee with their shiny feral pets. "Beautiful isn't it, my bunny?"
Tris started at the familiar voice and the waft of strawberries on the air. He turned and where the bench where he had awoken once was, was a giant quadruped Labrador with large wings folded along his back. He was the same color as the ground, the trees, the buildings. Anything that was not active or self mobile was that shade of red, except for this odd being, who Tristan remembered had teased him and stalked him, devouring him repeatedly until he was too exhausted to resist. Tris noticed as well that the giant pup's feet weren't above the surface of the ground, but in the earth. "Where am I...?"
The big dog grinned. "This is one of my cities. The park actually. A couple hundred yards from the pond, near the big red." He chuckled, "We couldn't call it a green, now could we?" He wagged his tail happily. "I'm glad no one here noticed the change. They were too busy adjusting to their new bodies. Everyone's so tasty here...." The pup said with what would have been innocence if not for the subject matter.
Tris stammered softly, "One of your cities...?" He had already been near the breaking point when he realized everything he could see apart from the people and animals was that shade of red, but his mind was slowly coming undone with the news that not only was this a whole city, but there was more than one.
The big dog nodded, "Yup. I got half a dozen sprinkled all over the world. They're fun to have." He sat back, looking at the expression on the near broken bunny's face. "Awww.... Poor bunny. I guess I should have given you some sort of warning. But you make an excellent shiny. You look tastier than my denizens!"
Tris' eyes widened and he backed away from the dog of latex and rubber, "N-No... You're not getting me again."
The dog head-tilted. "But you look like some time in my tummy would do you good. I could keep you all warm and let you play around in my mind until you're comfy!"
Tris bolted. He didn't trust the canine, and looking around he didn't trust the world. Anything could become whole or part of that crazy dog!
The Labrador pouted softly as his new pet bunny scurried off. "But it's warm and cosy in my belly!" He sighed and closed his eyes, his form shifting back into a bench just as some joggers came by, one sitting down to check on his shoe.
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Tristan came to the edge of the park and was greeted by the true bustle of a city. There were shiny anthros everywhere, walking from work to home, home to work, home to shopping, shopping back home, and shopping to more shopping, work to more work. He noticed that due to the latex nature of the city, only businessmen and women seemed to have on any full out clothing, and no one seemed surprised that there was a white naked hare about. He sighed and leaned against a tree.
"Clothing's hard to make in rubber without complications wearing it as a shiny." The familiar voice said from behind his ear. He felt a wet lick on his ear and whimpered, feeling the air fill with strawberry scent. "Oooh... Sweet bunny tastes like vanilla now."
Tristan stepped away from the tree, which had the head, and looking down, member, of the dog protruding from it. No one seemed to notice except Tris. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you were up against the tree." Tris caught a glimpse of wagging tail protruding from the other side of the tree. "Made it easy for me to sneak a taste."
Tris whimpered softly, and started to walk away. He merged into the crowds of shinies that didn't find his nudity odd at all, blushing softly as males kept brushing up against him. His paranoid mind told him that the dog must be somehow controlling them, trying to get him to go into an alley with one of these sexy looking boys who kept bumping into him, often with their thick sheath pressing to his rump for a good moment or two in a teasing way. He got fed up and turned up into a building. He found it was a store for accessories. He saw wristbands, collars, ankle braces, belts, all sorts of straps, some in manners that made him blush deeper.
The shopkeeper, a purple raccoon, smiled to him warmly "Oooh, not very often do we get a white bunny in here." He looked pensive for a moment, "In fact, I don't remember ever getting a white bunny come in here..."
Something clicked in Tristan's mind. He hadn't seen any other white shinies out in the city. He stuck out like a beacon.
"I like your collar." The raccoon snapped him out of his reverie.
The white hare looked in the mirror, or rather the ruby colored shiny wall that acted as one. Around his neck was indeed a collar, one that seemed rather to be wrapping around his throat, was a part of it. Tris padded to the counter. He was about to ask something when the raccoon spoke again.
"Property of Pop? Wow, you must be a kinky bunny." The grape raccoon was staring at his throat. Tris blushed as he realized the raccoon was reading what was written on the collar. "Might I ask who your 'Papa' is so I might envy him?"
"He's a big dog and he says I Taste good." Tris said, hoping that would sate the shopkeepers curiosity. He sniffed the air and backed away from the counter. Strawberries.
The raccoon looked worried at Tris' actions, "I hope I didn't offend you."
"I-I just remembered there's somewhere I have to be." Tris fled. He heard a squeak and a loud series of gulps behind him. He shuddered, mixing into the crowd again. He perked and spotted a white otter and came up to him in the crowd, putting a paw around him, "Hey there."
The otter looked at Tris oddly, "Hey, I'm not buying whatever you're selling, but if its for free I'll take ya. I mean it..." The otter seemed to relax and grow sensual halfway through the sentence, as if the bunny had turned on some sort of allure. Tris knew people thought he was attractive but this was too much. Maybe it was the nudity.
Regardless, he had to get back to his task, and started talking about really random things, hoping to distract the otter. He thought about how Pop, which is what he assumed the strawberry Labrador to be named now, could control anything of his color. He focused hard, and smiled wide as he realized it was working. The otter was changing shape to be an identical bunny to Tris. In the process the collared hare got a fairly good idea of the otter's original form. While he couldn't give the collar to his unwitting decoy, he'd just have to change his own form. He kissed the new bunny deeply and ran off, leaving the former otter confused. He started to shift himself, his tail growing longer as his ears grew shorter. Soon his was a shimmering white otter practically swimming through the crowd. Tris looked back and saw something he never thought he'd see. A white bunny was crossing the road two blocks away, and the road warped up into a gigantic dog maw, taking up the entire breadth of the road as the thick tongue wrapped around his decoy. He stared wide eyed as dozens of shinies were devoured. No one else seemed to notice, the road soon returning to normal before the light could change colors. (Red to slightly lighter red. There were traffic problems to say the least)
Tris ran, and noticed that since he had dropped his concentration his body had been slowly changing back to his normal form, so he was some sort of uneasy bunny otter hybrid. He focused on turning back to the otter as he ran, before he ran headlong into a tall black rat. The rat grinned down at Tristan and wrapped his unusually long tail around him, "What have I got here?"
"N-nothing, honestly." Tris blushed softly, trying to squirm away as the rodent dragged him into an alley and tossed him down. Tris saw that the rat was very aroused and very endowed. In normal circumstances, he'd find that attractive, but not when he was about to be raped, while also being stalked by a godlike dog with a taste for his body. Tris smelled something on the air. Strawberries.
He rolled to the side as the rat lunged for him and heard a squeak and a wet squelch. Looking back he saw the long tail of the rat sliding into a doggy rump, tail waggling away a mile a minute. He realized that the rump had emerged right where his head would have been pushed if he hadn't rolled. Tris crossed the street rapidly, panting softly and catching some of his own vanilla scent as he went. He ran into a building, stores on either side of him down a hall. The entrance was open air, and he guessed it was some sort of mall. He walked down the hall, trying not to look nervous. He smelt Strawberries on the air again and backed up rapidly, some people having to get out of the way of him as the hyena in front of him got engulfed to his waist in a giant canid cock that thrust out of the ceiling.
Pop's head pressed into the hall upside down. "You are a clever bunbun aren't you?" Tris didn't respond. He turned and ran, dodging the swinging tail emerging from the ceiling and continuing on towards daylight. He started running faster as he realized that the view to outside was from the inside of a maw and he ran faster. He fell back into a slide as the floor became coated in doggy drool, watching the toothless maw closing. His body shot out the maw and he grasped the upper lip and flipped around to land with his footpaws on top of the muzzle. Pop grinned, "Resourceful too. I'm proud to have such a good bunny.
"I'm not your bunny!" Tris said, and Pop tossed his head. At the same moment Tris pushed off the muzzle and flew up into the air.
In midair he saw the storefront return to normal, then the pavement where he was due to land opened up in a maw. He squealed and then all was dark.
Pop surfaced and rubbed his bulgy tummy with a paw happily, before trotting along. "Silly bunny. Of course you're mine. Now have a good rest and maybe you won't be so cranky." He belched and giggled as his stomach started gurgling once more.
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