“There’s only one way to find out rabbit-boy” replied Sam, as he leaned over and slashed at the front of Connor’s cargo shorts with his razor sharp feline claws, expertly rending the delicate cotton fabric of Connor’s boxer shorts at the same time. Then, with surprising gentleness, Sam peeled back the torn fabric to reveal Connor’s manhood.
Brad, Sam, and Connor all looked with interest -Connor more than the rest. His penis was human enough, but his testicles were now covered in a lush, milky-white layer of fuzz. “Ready to make lots of rabbit babies?” joked Sam, grasping hold of Connor’s furry balls and gently squeezing. The sensation of Sam’s paw on his balls caused Connor to go hard, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “Dammit Sam, don’t be such a fag” groused Brad, watching his two teammates with disgust.
“Shut up, Brad” answered Sam, looking back toward the bear. “You know you can smell him too. I mean, it’s like crack or something. He just smells so fucking good, I can’t stand it” huffed the lion, clenching his fists and trying to maintain control over himself even as he leaned forward to draw deep sniffs from the patch of thick snowy fur that had sprouted between Connor's pecs.
"Shit Sam, cut it out man, that tickles!" laughed Connor.
Rousing himself from his mesmerized state, Sam leaned back and noticed Connor was shifting uncomfortably on the couch, rubbing his ass into the faded leather. “Oh fuck guys, I think I’m growing a tail” said Connor, hardly noticing his face puffing out and his nose pushing upward into a handsome lapine muzzle. Again and again, he ground his butt into the couch, trying to relive the never-ending ache above his butt while his dick started to harden in anticipation. Connor brushed aside his dirty blond hair to wipe the beads of sweat from his brow, his fingers briefly making contact with his ear which had sprouted several inches in length.
“Here it comes!” cried the half-rabbit, as he felt the tip of his spine burst free in a puff of yellow and white fur.