Nervously, Saul watched as Scott backed away next to Timothy. Gently, he reached for the button, his finger feeling the etched symbol in the gemstone like surface.
Timothy watched, butterflies in his stomach, feeling as if it should have been *him* testing this ... not his former lover.
But, as Saul had said to him when they broke up two months ago, Timothy had never been very brave...
The button pushed in under Saul's finger and the lid flipped open. A cloud of whitish tan dust came out, puffing into a small cloud around Saul's head. He coughed and stumbled, back; the lid closing as he did so. "Gods, is ...<cough>... is this *normal*?" he asked, waving his hand in front of his eyes...
Timothy nodded, watching intently. "If you can call this 'normal'; yeah..."
Scott leaned forward and whispered to Timothy, "Look if this does change him, but he can't change back, what then?" Timothy stared back at Scott as if the big, burly man had just said Saul was about to die. "Well," Scott continued, "if you're both foxes for the rest of your lives, what're we going to do about it?"
Timothy swallowed hard and turned back to watch Saul as the dust spread across his body. "I don't know..." he replied, "maybe you'll have to take care of us..."
Scott grinned. "My own private bestiary-harem?" he replied with a low chuckle.
But the dust wasn't changing Saul into a fox. Instead, while fur did sprout and start to travel all over his body, it was of a different quality. It was coarser ... whiter ... with tan and brown spots. Saul moaned and held his arms close to his chest.
"Saul?"
"It...it feels strange, Tim..." he replied. "Gods, it doesn't hurt, but ... but..." Swooning, the small man pitched forward just as a ripping sound came from his clothing.
The two bystanders stopped from jumping forward as Saul caught himself on all fours.
They stared.
From behind, a long, horse-like tail had sprouted from Saul's pants, tearing a hole through the back. Indeed, as they watched, Saul's lean, tiny body grew stronger ... bigger ... more muscular. His face pushed forward, growing thicker and longer ... his teeth becomming more blunt and thick.
He stared up with now-brown eyes and stammered, "guys... I...What's happening...?" His voice had lowered and sounded almost echo-y as it issued from his forming, horse-like face.
Soon, another ripping sound came through the room and Saul looked down under himself in embarassment.
"What is it?" asked Scott, his face betraying a bit of interest and arousal at what he was witnessing.
"My pants..." came Saul's reply. "I...I think I'm a horse in more ways than one..."