Malik Turner opened his eyes. He was staring at a headboard. He blinked, and rolled out of bed, in a flannel shirt and boxers. His phone said it was mid-morning, Saturday. Time for a rousing breakfast of sugary cereal, followed by the healthy exercise of pressing buttons on a piece of plastic and yelling into a headset. *Sugar; almost as good as caffeine!* Someone knocked on the door. "Mmmpfr?" Malik said. Another knock. He cleared his throat. "*'M comin'!*" And he went. Had he been less discombobulated, he might've checked the peephole first. But he was busy kicking his roommmate's bike helmet out of the way. And sneering at it. He also neglected to use the chain, so he was completely at the mercy of...of... His first solid thought was *shiny*. Second was *female*. Third was *bunny*. And that about summed it up, really. The woman in front of him was dressed in some sort of weird, kinky bunny costume. Mostly glossy black, with sections of matte rubber. She wore a professional-looking white polo shirt, and matching baseball cap. The logo said "SLICK INTL". No pants, because of course there weren't. Malik stared. The rabbit raised an eyebrow, and wiggled her nose. Very realistic costume, very cute. ...She was waiting for him to say something. He said the first thing that came to his sleep-addled brain: "Kevin's not here." The rabbit nodded, like she had expected it. "Hello! I'm the Victoria Day Hare." Malik blinked. "This is Minnesota." "Canada isn't *just* a geographic location-" "Pretty sure it is." "-it's a state of mind." "Does that state of mind involve saying 'eh' and apologizing for everything?" "Look, we've spent enough time on banter, and the readers are getting antsy for the transformation, so let's just get it started, shall we?" "What do you-" And then she was hugging him. It wasn't...*entirely* unpleasant. The slick-looking material was surprisingly grippy, her curves were surprisingly warm, and her crotch was surprisingly- Wait, what was that? Malik then did something quite peculiar. He tried to jerk his hips away from a woman - he wasn't entirely sure about that last part - who was currently holding him very tightly around the midsection. "What's wrong?" She looked very innocent, very confused. "Look, it's not that I'm against people like you, *per se*, but, ah, *I'm* just not into that kind of thing." Her ears wilted a little. "The latex?" "No." "Rabbits?" "No." "Anthropomorphic representations of holidays?" "No." "It's the penis, isn't it." "Well..." "Good. I thought it was the egg I stuffed down the back of your pants." Malik blinked. "What?" "Egg. Pants. Down back of." She rolled her eyes. "Pay attention." Malik stepped away, and the Hare let him go. He reached back. There was something nestled in his crack, probably by the waistband. Something that collapsed as he touched it. Like a cross between an egg and a soap bubble. "What did you *do* to me?" "Me? *You* popped it!" "That's not what I-*graaah*!" And with that, he slammed the door. "See you soon!" the Hare called through the door. "What's *that* supposed to mean?" Malik muttered. He reached into his boxers, slid his finger down his crack. There was something wet there, but no fragments, no eggshell. He kept sliding. The liquid, whatever it was, had reached his anus. He traced a finger around the outside, before going two-knuckles deep, with two fingers. He bit his lip, stared at nothing, continued to massage his- Wait, *what*? Malik pulled his hand out of his underpants fast enough to leave friction burns. He stared at his hand for a second, then bought it closer to his face, flinched, realized it didn't actually smell like fecal matter- It smelt like rubber. He had to call 911. The cordless was across the room. Malik took one step, and collapsed. His legs weren't working. He could feel them, feel the cool floor they were touching, but they didn't respond. Fine. He'd crawl. A sudden stab of pain at his tailbone. He reached back and found... A spike. Right at his coccyx. *What the-* More pain, a few inches up. Then another. And another. He curled into a ball, cursing. What was happening to him? The phone. He had to reach the phone. And so he crawled, as the spikes shot up his spine. As his hips widened. As his buttcrack seemed to slowly seal, starting from his tailbone down. Eventually, everything between his coccyx and taint was just smooth flesh. Which meant that he couldn't stick his fingers up his- What was *happening* to him? The phone seemed very far away, but he kept crawling. His legs started to twitch. The...growth covered his taint. His balls vanished into the smooth flesh. And then, and then- No, wait, they couldn't take his *dick*! Malik stopped, rolled over, tried to get a good look at his cock. The growth was wiggling. Stretching. Growing. And then his brand-new tail uncoiled, pushing down his boxers, exposing his crack, his new, thicker booty, his... He had a *vagina* now? Yeah, that sure felt like it. So where was his dick? As it happened, it was at the end of his tail. Malik stared for a second. Then he held out his hand, and without even having to think about it, laid his tailcock in his palm. The color was different. Dark at the tip, green toward the base. Shape was wrong. The black color spread from the base back up toward his tailbone. He had a *tail*. A big, raptor-style tail. Malik giggled. The spikes had paused somewhere between his shoulderblades, and now they resumed their march. But instead of heading upward toward his head, they went south. They'd probably meet the color somewhere in the middle. So. He didn't have control of his legs, but he did have control of his tail. He kept crawling. It was harder, now, because his vagina kept rubbing against the ground. His breath came shorter and shorter. And then he began to leak. Funny. He couldn't move his legs, but he could still feel them. He could still feel the juice from his *(pussy)* new equipment stick to his legs, crawl around them, wrap them in black, and spread toward his feet. He kept crawling. His feet flexed. The black fused them into a solid lump. He kept crawling. Black dripped from his thick lips, over his face. He made strange, animal noises, eyes glazed. He sweated. Something flexed under the black sheath that had replaced his feet. Something that split into three dangerous-looking claws on each foot. The strange black liquid only covered him to his thighs, where it lightened toward green. The same sort of green as his dick, it happened. Doubtless a coincidence. Malik reached for a barstool, and pulled himself up to the kitchen counter, with some effort. He plucked the phone off its cradle. He stared at it. Then he stuck it into his vagina. Shortly therafter, the phone slipped from his fingers, and he sat there, panting in the afterglow. If there had been anyone else in the apartment, they would've noticed that his teeth seemed awfully sharp, amd the lower half of his face was covered in that black goop. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. It licked his lips. Someone knocked at the door. It wasn't a bunny. That was...*kinda* disappointing. -Q- When the door opened, Alex saw...a lizard-woman in a weird, mostly flesh-colored costume. "Hi," she said. "You're Kevin's girlfriend, right?" The woman shook her head. She was wearing a flannel men's shirt and nothing else. "Look," Alex said, "I don't want to interrupt if this is some kinda sex thing, but...I live next door, and I heard the noises, and I just wanted to make sure they were okay. Keven and Malik, I mean." Something hit the floor. There was some sort of dark liquid, dripping down the lizard-lady's thighs. Wait-she wasn't wearing underwear, and- What was *wrong* with her *vagina*? And how fast could Alex get her pepper spray out? "You...you should really get that looked at." "No," the stranger mumbled. "Feel great." Her flannel shirt creaked. Something pressed against it from the inside. Alex frowned. "Dude, what's going on with your-" The shirt burst open. The buttons clattered to the floor. They both looked down. She had a *massive* set of tits on his chest. Big, fat, black areolae. Those couldn't be real. One of the nipples dripped some sort of dark goo. It rolled down the curve slowly- Alex swallowed, and looked the taller woman in the eye. "...I should go." The strange woman caught her arm. "No. Stay." "But-" As her wings unfolded, they destroyed what was left of her shirt. "**Stay,**" the dragon said. -Q- #"The Knock" 2017 Nequ CC By-SA-NC Fan stories and fanart welcome.