There were several taps on the door. Brandon sat up, wiping the tears from his eyes, moving his hands away from bellow him.
His voice quaked, "what?"
Rick's voice called calmly from the other side, "Are you okay?"
"What sort of stupid fucking question is that?" Brandon cried, deep hurt in his voice.
There was a moment of silence. Through the door Brandon heard Rick groan frustrated. "Can I come in?"
Brandon rubbed his forehead and squeezed out a, "No."
"We need to talk." Rick said.
Brandon bursts out, "I can hear you just fucking fine from where you fucking are." His voice then trails to more sobbing.
Rick was silent for a while. His voice eventually raised, "Fair enough." There was more silence, then Rick began. "We need to find out what happened."
"I remember pretty fucking clearly what happened." Brandon barked. "You, the bull. Me, the..." Brandon strikes his head, a new wave of disgust. "Me! The fucking bitch in heat."
Through the door Brandon keenly heard Rick whisper, "Fuck, it really did happen."
Brandon sobbed some more, pounding his fist into his knee.
Rick spoke steadily, a warmth and concern present that Brandon hadn't heard before. "Son, please let me help you."
The night before, hearing Rick call him son would have begun a war, but, as he sat there, lonely, cold, confused, it was a spark of warmth, a hint of genuine concern. Brandon's lip curled up, tweaking to a slight smile. He squeaked out a simple, "thank you."
Rick slid open the door, and peaked his head inside. Brandon sat up, throwing the soiled tissues in the basin bellow him. He stood up, a bit of modesty compelling him to cover his genitals. Rick motioned him to come out of the door. Brandon nodded and slowly followed.
Waiting for Brandon to get into the hall, Rick began to speak. "The mist has dissipated. We're safe and," tapping his fist into Brandon's shoulder playfully, as they walked to his room, "human. We're pretty damn lucky, really."
A bit frustrated, Brandon looks up to Rick, "How do you figure that?"
Rick nods, understanding, "We're lucky the effect was temporary. It's downright amazing were not mindless animals still."
Brandon pushes his door open, noting the fractured flecks of cheap wood that once held his lock and door latch. Brandon sees some boxers on the floor and decides to dress. Bending over abruptly, he grabs a clean pair. Rick strides up behind Brandon, his eyes turned to the carnage to the plaster in the hall. His foot trips over Brandon's extended heel, and he stumbles up Brandon, pelvis to rear, hands onto hips. The two remained frozen together, utter shock drowning response.
Brandon looked up between his two legs, seeing Rick's flaccid and glistening cock sticking to his left inner thigh. He came to notice how Rick's pubes tickled against his rear. His mind deviated, a moment of perverse acknowledgment. His groin began to warm.
Rick looked down between Brandon and himself. He noted the warmth along a side of his cock length. He felt a quiver of pleasure at the intimate contact. Just along the crease of Brandon's ass, he could the puckered opening of Brandon's anus. It twitched, clenching shut. A dribble of white escaping down into Rick's pubic jungle Rick's cock pumped several beats.
Brandon felt Rick's cock slide slightly up his inner thigh. His cock responded in turn. Brandon took several deep breaths, his voice quivering. His cock continued to rise, while Rick's remained steady between his legs. Rick's legs tensed, pressing some pressure into Brandon. Rick's cock slipped off Brandon's leg and the base came to touch along Brandon's balls. Brandon's cock raised turgid, his hips pressing back.
Rick felt Brandon's rear press back against him then loosen. There was a moment. Rick breathed uneasily. Brandon pushed back again. Rick's cock began to respond, lengthening and pressing up against Brandon's balls. Rick's mind contemplated continuing, his eyes affixed upon Brandon's rear, but, then, at the base of Brandon's tail bone, the skin twitched. Rick sat transfixed, his weight still up against Brandon. Brandon again pumped his rear up against Rick, a bit of passion welling up in the action. Rick saw the base of the tail bone begin to jut out, the skin lumping over the end. The lump twitched from side to side.
“A tail,” Rick exclaimed, pulling away repulsed.
Brandon's head jerked up. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes immediately finding the beginning of his tail. “What's happening?” Brandon shrieked, collapsing forward onto his elbows and knees.
Rick leans back against the wall, watching Brandon's skin darken, hair pushing out over his back. Rick looks down his own body, seeing his cock harden then noticing his nails thicken. “It's the arousal.” He rambles. “Arousal causes the change. It's still in us. We're changing because we became aroused.”
Brandon cups his aching head in his hands. He feels his mouth pushing forward. “I can't stop it,” he calls, darting two feral yellow eyes to Rick.