…A jackalope.
A vision of a muscular, caramel brown and cream-furred rabbit man looking over the vast beautiful nothingness that is the Wyoming plains in the summertime from the comfort of the front porch of his small log cabin rose to the fore.
The rabbit-man’s muzzle was flecked with gray fur, wisps of smoke curling around his twitching nose from the pipe he was smoking. His ears twitched and curled at each sound in the wind, his deer-like antlers casting long shadows along the ground. The smell of nature and herbs flooded his sense and he could even smell the rain from the vast thunderclouds hanging in the sky far away.
“Suppertime!” Lancer’s deep voice boomed from inside their cabin.
The jackalope, whose features actually strongly resembled an older Troy, when inspected closely, hopped off his hand-carved rocking chair and to the door. Standing in the doorway was a much older lancer, mane streaked with gray and muscles sagging slightly with age and smoothed with flab. The rugged rabbit embraced the old lion man and the kissed before entering the cabin and shutting the door behind them.
With a crack of thunder and a rush of wind, Troy’s clothes disintegrated from him as the eye of the storm broke. The world around him-the park, Lancer-all of it froze as though time had stopped. Troy could feel the immense amount of reality distortion bearing down on him and braced himself.
Fur spread along his belly and the bottom of his asscheeks, a creamy dense pelt. Wherever the fur went, Troy’s muscles swelled and thickened. His ballsack fluffed and furred with the same coating, swelling largely and dropping heavily against his thighs. Troy’s dong swelled with girth along with his testes, pulsating and churning hotly.
Troy gasped as his stomach crunched and defined themselves into abs that popped out in stark contract to the smooth white fur. As the fur swept up over his pecs the shade hanged to caramel, pecs growing thick and pillowy. It covered the top of his ass and, with a sensual pop, a thick soft cotton ball tail waggled between massive muscled globes of an ass so tight they could likely crack nuts between them.
His limbs changed next-starting with a loss of dexterity around his fingers. They grew short black claws, pads thick and gray growing in. His fifth digit disappeared into the poofy swelling of his remaining fingers. His legs grew buffer, thighs and calves thickening and defining. Finally, his feet cramped and lengthened, toes developed claws and paw pads, long and narrow, flared a bit… and dramatically huge. They were immense, but they seemed perfectly suited to his thick leg muscles.
Troy wriggled his toes wonderingly, flexing his enormous feet in relief as the final cracks and pops finished. He almost missed the caramel fur rising up the back of his head, hair shrinking into a dense pelt before the wave of fur hit his ears. Upwards and outwards, the furry extrusion grew and perked into tall lapine lobes. One lost its rigity and flopped onto his face, making his nose twitch and swell. His mouth and nose pushed out into a short muzzle, his front teeth broadening, top lip curling while whiskers sprouted on either side of his new snout.
His head itched as two little nubs poked out between his long ears. Troy rubbed them as the skin split and bony protrusions rose from his brow. The bony nibs spread into three-pronged antlers. Troy felt his changes slow, and new clothes settling into existence on his incredibly muscular body. A short-sleeved tan flannel with a leather vest hugged his chest and jean shorts wrapped lovingly around his hips, looking painted on.
The storm blew away and time resumed, leaving Troy panting next to the tall, muscular Leonin.
“Are you alright, Troy?” Lancer asked, voice deep and tinged with a note of worry. “Did it hurt?”
Troy gasped and shook his head, pointing at his cock, which was throbbing hard down one leg of his shorts.
“Oh. Horny like a rabbit, then?”
Troy nodded.
"Hey, at least it's big!"
“Thanks.”
Lancer took the new rabbit-man’s arm and proudly strolled through the park. A few of the passersby had noticed the sudden (to them, at least) transformation and gave them odd looks, but Troy ignored them. So what if they knew he’d been different? He was happy with who he was now, and they’d just have to deal with it.
Troy paused and looked at his phone. It had a protective shell on it so his claws didn’t damage the screen. The new jackalope smiled.
“We need to hurry to the game. Pizza’s almost here.” Troy paused. “Wanna race there?”
Lancer grinned and they broke into a run, Troy stretching his new legs and putting them to the test. They practically flew the next two miles to the shop, arriving five minutes before the pizza.