Dachsund Jeff could think of two ways out of this. One was that TransDem would realize that the holders of registered profiles had been altered against their will. That might happen, but how long would it take? Even if they were pretty quick about it, this psycho might kill one or all of us before much more time passes. We've gotta contact them.
And Jeff remembered that it was Tony who had placed the call to TransDem labs with Mark at his side. He looked over at his, again, jackass friend and, on the bookcase, his brother the fly. Not exactly about to let their fingers do the walking.
Jeff yipped and ran over to Jack, still flailing away, futilely on his back. Jeff pressed his muzzle to the Jack's shell and ran forward lifting his nose and flipping Jack over in the process. Jack let out a sort of hiss and moved at the best pace he could manage for the area under Tony's bed.
Next, Jeff pushed at the glass bowl under which Eric the mouse was trapped. He moved it a couple feet to a position against a table leg. The book on top of it had fallen off in the process. With some effort, dachsund Jeff was able to nudge the bowl enough for Eric to escape from underneath.
All that was nice, but he needed a phone. Before he could even consider it, Richie was bounding back into the room "This is all I could find" he said, showing the St. Martins' 3 year old camcorder to his victims and immediately noticing that a couple had moved. He laughed and kicked turtle Jack back to the center of the room, flipping him back over onto his shell in the process. He heard the squeal of mouse Eric and took a running step toward him coming down right next to him at the baseboard causing Eric to squeal even more and run frantically away. Richie laughed hysterically and made his way to sit on the edge of the desk.
"You don't do much now, though, do you, donkey boy? We need to spice you up a bit."
Tony grunted furiously. No.
"What's that? You-you want to fuck your little brother's brains out?"
Tony shook his muzzle furiously. But a minute later, Richie had changed Mark from a fly into a female jackass and tied her hooves with plastic so that Mark stood with hooves on each side of Tony's bed. Without any additional changes, Tony's nostrils were already involuntarily flaring at the scent of Mark's jenny in heat rear. Tony tried to resist, but after Richie made a couple modifications to his jackass profile, Tony could think of absolutely nothing but fucking jenny Mark. For his part, his little brother wanted nothing in all the universe but to feel his brother within him. Tony hopped to his feet and without even being untied planted his front hooves on Mark's back and gave his jenny brother just what she wanted. Over and over he thrust his giant jackass penis into Mark. He was becoming tired just from the continuing physical effort when he heard Richie laughing hysterically.
"You can't-you can't-you can't come! I didn't want you just giving him a couple shots and splooging. You can't stop fucking your little brother till you drop!" Richie was quite proud of himself for that one and laughed till tears ran from his eyes. For her part, jenny Mark loved it. The warm feeling of her brother's giant organ within her again and again, physically using her saturated her with delight. When Tony finally fell off Mark in exhaustion, Richie immediately changed Mark back into the fly he had just been.
He looked about the room for his next amusement. There was one turtle. Hmmm. A minute later, he righted turtle Jack and set him on top of new female turtle Eric. He delighted in the awkward coupling of the two, laughing hysterically at the expression on their turtle faces.
While the new divertissment was taking place, Tony lay on the floor next to his bed, his muzzle underneath it when dachsund Jeff approached him dragging something behind him. When he pushed it against Tony's nose, Tony recognized it as Jeff's cell phone. Dachsund Jeff rolled onto his side and kicked at it with both legs, finally flipping open the top. He looked Tony in the eyes. He has to understand who we need to call, right? And Jeff also hoped that Tony's encyclopedic memory wouldn't fail them in this instance, that he'd remember the number. Jeff carefully pressed one front paw claw against the "1" button. He looked at Tony and tried to approximate an expression of raised eyebrows. Tony let out eight quick breaths. Jeff pressed that claw to the "8" key. They went through this laborious process for all 10 numbers. When they finished, fly Mark, who had flown down to see this was shooed away by Jeff as the phone between the jackass and the dachsund came alive with the sound of dialing. As it did, Mark flew out into the middle of the room to distract Richie a few seconds more.
"Hello, TransDem Labs lifeline. How may I help you?" Mark heard from under the bed.