You never thought you'd see the day that getting kidnapped was the least unusual part of. But as it is, your humanity has been forced out of your body by mysterious forces you can't even conceive of, forces that are still altering your body into that of a wild forest predator, a fox.
You still don't know the name of the name of the man who was kidnapped with you, but you can see that he will soon be a rabbit. His long gray ears and fluffy white tail are dead-giveaways, if a ghostly leporine figure swooping into him hadn't been evidence enough. His legs are now glowing with mystical gray energy and trying to fold into his body. He squeals out in discomfort from the shape of his pants (which he's already lowered a bit to let his tail out) and slides them down as fast as he can. You try not to bush at the sight of his penis being revealed. It's still human for now, just like yours, and you can't help but notice that he seems to be a bit better endowed than you are. The way his legs are bending towards the sides of his torso makes him drop to a crouch in a motion that doesn't look voluntary. He takes some deep breaths in and out of his mouth while his feet begin to stretch long and wide. He then goes silent at the sight of his big toes shrinking away ultimately to nothing, even gray fur begins to sprout on the others.
As for you, the red glowing fox energy has concentrated on your arms, which are already black with beautiful and immensely comfortable fur. Your hands thin out and stretch while your fingers shorten. Your elbows retract towards you chest while your shoulders pop and seem to lose some of their mobility. You find yourself chagrined to see your thumbs shorten, dwindling to little more than nubs on your wrists far away from your other other fingers which now resemble toes. You won't be grasping anything unless this odd transformation is somehow undone. But an unexpected pride seeps into you when your fingernails grow and curl and sharpen, giving you a fearsome power humans have to do without: built-in tools or weapons from your fingertips. Visions of foxes digging, running, fighting, hunting, flash across your mental vision. Your claws need to sink into something. If not now then soon.
The red light fades away for now. You flap your forelegs up and down, watching your paws bob in front of you a few times. Then you look over to the other changing man and see his gray fur has now spread from his toes all the way back to his ankles, and even above them. Still crouched just inches over the forest floor, he reaches out for one of his huge rabbit feet and even tries to pick it up. Unfortunately, this leads him flopping backwards onto his butt and landing on his little cottontail. "Dammit! Why does that have to hurt so much!" he shouts before reaching back and trying to rub some of the pain out of it. "Oh fuck, I can feel it ... TWITCHING back there ... it's not normal."
You grin about for some reason. "I can wrap mine all the way around me," you tell him, somewhere between boasting and just comparing your situations. Twirling and curling its bushy length back there is becoming second nature to you. You summon it around from behind you and see its poofy white-tipped form appear beside you and then in front of your belly. You giggle a bit when it begins to tickle your chest fur.
The rabbit-eared, rabbit-tailed, rabbit-footed human humphs in disdain at your little demonstration. "Well I'm glad you're enjoying it," he congratulated sarcastically, "It's an animal body part sticking out of your ass. But go ahead, have fun playing with your new toy. I'm sure you won't be outcast as a freak when we get back to human civilization again."
You roll your eyes. "Come on, I know I should be thinking about that, but you've got to admit it, you can feel it too. Some part of you getting excited about this. Feeling powerful about this. I mean, come on, the things you must be able to here. You've got to be a little bit impressed by this--"
"Speak for yourself!" he loudly and angrily interrupted. "Sorry, I mean, I just ... whatever I'm feeling inside of me is telling me that this is dangerous. That something worse could strike at any moment. That danger is everywhere, and ... well, can you blame me? We just got kidnapped and then that crazy guy sent those things running at us!"
Perhaps unfortunately, that was the moment you blurted out, "It's probably just your prey instincts talking." It was at least another half-second before you even realized what you'd said. But it didn't take your bunny friend very long to interpret it in a certain way.
"Wait did you just call me prey? Are you planning to eat me?!"
"What? No! I just meant--"
"Come on, man we're in this together! We've had something happen to us!"
"I know, I guess I just imagine that a rabbit would be fearful, because, you know--" (because they look so delici--NO!) "--because, well never mind. Um. Hey, like you said, we're in this together, we might as well introduce ourselves?" You tell him your name.
His stance softens a bit. His fearful flattened furry ears perk up again. "I'm Marvin," he tells you. You both know it won't be long until the next change hits.