Hunt Night

Sequel to https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/97020/misadventures-t...

Simon and Tabitha walked arm in arm. Truth be told, they were a little drunk, but with good reason. They had just gotten the good news that they had both been admitted to medical school. The same (very prestigious) medical school!
So they celebrated at a local pub, drinking Guinness and singing along to old Irish songs with the other patrons.
It was getting late, so they decided to head home. They still had to tell their families the good news, and then there was that new sci-fi series they wanted to binge.
But, tipsy as they were, they accidentally wandered into ToonTown, and didn’t realize it until they spotted an obese Cow and Bull couple heading in their direction, and ducked down a crooked, day-glow alleyway to avoid them. They quickened their pace, eager to put some distance between them and the couple. They didn’t like the looks on their faces.
They looked…hungry.
They already didn’t like Toons. They were frivolous, small-minded “people,” not unlike some of the students they’d had to put up with as undergrads. You know, the ones who were more interested in partying rather than studying?
Well, they wouldn’t have to deal with their kind anymore! They were serious people, and they’d be surrounded by other serious people for the rest of their adult lives! Once they were full-fledged doctors, they’d use their considerable combined income and elite status to only go on the finest vacations, eat at the finest restaurants, and get invited to only the finest parties!
And what would those students-in-name only be doing, while they were busy going on Safari or climbing Everest? They’d be doing what the downwardly mobile always do - serving their betters, as their waiters, maids, drivers, cooks, tailors, etc.
And Tabitha and Simon, future specialists, were their betters.
“Hey, nerds!” a shrill female voice called to them, rudely interrupting their fantasies of future socio-economic domination.
Simon and Tabitha turned at the same time. God help them they turned, and thus sealed their fates.
What they saw was the Cow bent over, her thick back arched. The Bull, her husband, was standing over her, and had helped move her Daisy Dukes to the side, exposing her expansive pink asshole.
The Cow closed her eyes as she emitted a tremendous fart, so loud that it actually shattered the windows on the surrounding tenements (the pieces of glass, upon impact with the ground, grew limbs and ran away).
Simon and Tabitha tried to run, but the noxious green cloud, complete with Skull and Crossbones tattooed across its width, overtook them before they could escape.
Their forms became obscured by the emerald gas, the only evidence of their continued existence the sounds of coughing emanating from within.
“How do youse like dat?”, the Cow jeered as her husband took his fingers off of her pants without moving them back into place.

When the fog cleared, it revealed a dazed Tabitha and Simon, rocking back and forth slightly on their heels.
“Damn, dat shit was fucking potent!” the Bull exclaimed, before smacking his wife on her colossal coral-colored right-ass check.
The Cow smiled up at her husband.
“Are you dinkin’ what I’m dinking?” she asked him, a smile across her face.
“You fuckin’ know it, bitch” he replied, and bent down to give the Cow a deep, passionate kiss.
Then, they approached the humans, who continued to stand in place dumbly, hypnotized by the bodily fumes they had ingested against their will.
The Cow approached Tabitha, and the Bull, Simon.
The Cow easily pushed Tabitha backwards, and she landed, gently and even bouncing a little, onto the concrete, which, in this place, was as soft as foam.
Tabitha stared blankly at the sky, and the sentient moon and stars that hovered there, that glowered down at her in return with looks of pure contempt.
The Cow turned and walked backwards, so that she was now hovering over Tabitha’s prone body. She promptly squatted, shoving her exposed genitals onto Tabitha’s face.
“Get to lickin’, who-er!” the Cow ordered.
Tabitha, unable to disobey in her current mental state, dutifully began licking.
Tabitha had never been interested in girls before, not even when it became trendy to label oneself “bisexual,” especially in her circles. But with that said, if she could talk, she would have declared that the Cow’s pussy was the greatest thing she had ever tasted in her life, a sublime mix of watermelon, strawberry, and honey. Tabitha’s brown eyes rolled back into her head in sheer ecstasy.
Assured that his wife was being taken care of, the Bull started molesting Simon. First, he pulled Simon’s jeans down, deftly with but a single thick finger. Then, he undid the fly on his own pants, unleashing his massive red cock, which had already begun leaking clear pre-cum in anticipation.
He pushed Simon against the wall, and stuck his hard penis inside of Simon’s anus. Like his girlfriend, Simon’s eyes also rolled backwards, while emitting a moan of deep, guttural pleasure. The Bull began thrusting, grunting as his cock went deeper and deeper into Simon’s asshole
Tabitha didn’t notice what was happening to Simon, and wouldn’t have cared even if she had. She reached up and grabbed a handful of meaty bovine ass.
“Ooooh, gettin’ into it now, ain’t ya?” the Cow cooed, while looking approvingly over her broad back. In doing so, she also got her first glimpse of the Bull and Simon, and got even more aroused at the sight of her husband ravaging the little queer.
Leaning forward, she slid Tabitha’s pants and the black panties underneath them downwards, revealing her pale white stomach and the clean-shaven vagina beneath. The Cow began licking it, each swipe of her incredible tongue sending ripples of pleasure through Tabitha’s petite body.
For leverage, the Bull had planted his strong hands on the brick wall to either side of Simon’s head, but a new solution began to present itself. Nothing but nubs at first, horns began to spring forth from Simon’s head, and, when they were long enough, the Bull grabbed them both, and began to thrust even harder with their aid.

Simon was hard, and precum of his own began leaking from his paltry human penis, while above, the Bull’s spherical belly, resting on his narrow back, threatened to collapseunder it.
Fortunately, his underdeveloped back muscles had started to strengthen, increasing in mass until they were more than capable of supporting the Bull’s load. Then the fat started to pile on top of it, building until the point where the Bull had to adjust his hairy gut until he was comfortable again.
Horns had appeared on either side of Tabitha’s head as well, and, when they reached their terminus, they were even longer and denser than her boyfriend’s. Her back had too begun to take on muscle and fat, to the point where her lover for the night had actually been elevated a bit.
The Cow still lapped at her moist sex, only stopping to remark to the Bull: “Humans always taste so funny, don’t dey, hun?”
The Bull only grunted through gritted teeth in response. He had to concentrate. He wasn’t about to cum in no man’s ass. What was he, some kind of faggot?
Simon’s white t-shirt had gotten tight, his belly and chest now pushing up against it. The Bull noticed, grinned, and, taking one hand off of one of Simon’s newly-grown horns, ripped the shirt off of him and threw it into the alleyway.
No longer limited by the article of clothing, Simon’s chest and stomach continued to grow, his pectoral muscles now transformed into massive breasts. Soon, they and the belly below them had grown so much that they were pressed up against the brick wall, at which point, with nowhere else to go, they both began to pool outwards.
At the same time, Tabitha’s small breasts, still hidden under her brown sweater, were completely subsumed by the pectoral muscles developing beneath them. Her arms, too, were growing larger, until they, along with her broad chest, began ripping through her designer sweater.
She tore what was left off, and threw the rags over her head, where they landed near Simon’s legs, which were swelling to support his enlarged torso.
Tabitha’s gripped the Cow’s gargantuan ass even harder, with the use of her powerful hands. The Cow’s tail flicked with a spasm of pleasure. She liked a man with strong hands.
Speaking of tails, one had begun to grow on the small of Simon’s back, just above his ever-widening ass and hips. So large were his hindquarters getting, in fact, that it was actually starting to push the Bull back! The latter didn’t mind, though. Far from it - he took his hands from Simon’s horns and placed one on each of his broad hips, relishing the softness of them. Simon’s pants and boxers, still wrapped around his ankles, stretched until they tore, and his hooves, which had just been his feet, burst through his sneakers.
Tabitha’s own shoes and pants were long gone. The Cow atop her had also been raised again, this time by the absurd amount of fat that had appeared on her stomach. Hair had also begun to spring up in patches all over her body. No, not hair, fur, in a slightly lighter shade of red than the Bull’s. It was unsurprising, then, that Simon too was becoming furrier, and his new covering was a light shade of pink.
The Cow and Bull exchanged a knowing glance with one another. There were only a few changes left. But these were always the best ones.
Simon’s cock jerked as he ejaculated the entire contents of his balls. His genitals then retreated up into his body, his testicles becoming his ovaries, his scrotum his labia, and his penis his new clit.
A few feet away, the Cow was licking Tabitha’s own clit as it grew to fill her mouth. Then it kept on growing, becoming a massive cock that was too long and wide to fit comfortably in even the Cow’s larger-than-average maw. Below, her ovaries dropped out of her body, becoming her baseball-sized testicles, already filled with potent sperm (all of which had names and personalities, of course)
The Bull, relieved that Simon’s plump vagina had finally manifested, removed his own penis from Simon’s anus (which quickly reconstituted itself), and inserted it into Simon’s dripping pussy. As he slid it in, Simon let out a long, low “Moooo” while his face jutted outward, his nose widened, and his ears changed shape.
Tabitha was no longer recognizably human, either. If one didn’t know better, one would have assumed that she was and always had been, a male Cartoon bovine. And with the way he was licking the Cow’s (her name was Bertha, by the way) vagina and asshole, expertly alternating between the two to prolong her pleasure, he seemed to be quite experienced with the female sex indeed.
Bill (the name of the Bull) could see that Simon was similarly knowledgeable on how to please a mate, with the way the slut turned and grinned up at Bill through his long, tussled blonde hair.
Tabitha and Simon, if you hadn’t guessed already, were, for all intents and purposes, dead. The outside world - the human world - would label them “Missing Persons”, making of them the subject of countless TV documentaries and long-form podcasts.
As far as ToonTown was concerned, they were and always had been Debbie and Frank, a happily married cow couple of many years (none too bright, either, but that didn’t matter much on this side of the tracks).
But ToonTown had made this new reality total. They had a house. Parents. Frank even had a construction job. Other Toons, who just this morning would have clocked you one if you asked them about Debbie and Frank, now held cherished memories of the two in their chaotic minds. They were veritable pillars of the community, even!
It could be a very welcoming city, when it wanted to be.
The orgasms came simultaneously. Bill grabbed Debbie’s hips even harder as he nutted, and Debbie, her big body rocked by the shockwaves that her fat cunt was the epicenter of, punched the brick wall in front of her so hard that she crafted two hand-sized craters in the face of it.
Her husband’s ejaculate was swallowed completely by Bertha, whose own climax had unleashed a torrent of pussy juice directly into Frank’s open mouth.
Above, the crescent moon gave a knowing sideways look to the nearest cluster of sinister looking stars.

The satisfied couples exchanged information, making plans to come over to Bill and Bertha’s for Sunday dinner. With some more swinging afterward, no doubt.
Then, they went their separate ways.
Bill and Bertha laughed. Those stiffs had gotten off easy. They loved to go “human hunting” every evening, and the ones that got fucked into being Toons were lucky (sex with a Toon always resulted in the human turning into a Toon of the opposite gender) Usually, they just killed ‘em. Bill loved to cave their heads in with a comically-big mallet (pulled from thin air, seemingly), while Bertha preferred to suffocate them to death with her colossal ass. And if they were feeling peckish, they’d eat them, devouring them whole with one loud bite.
Consequences? Not around here. No jail could hold them, no weapon could hurt them. It was basically a trend, and each participant had their preferred method. Lucy, a voluptuous single alligator that lived next door them, preferred to turn her victims into living clothing, particularly bras and thongs. Jim, a close horse friend of Bill’s, had an even more creative idea: he would flatten the humans he found, then place them on his body like tattoos (permanent as tattoos, too).
Was it a coincidence that all of the people that suffered this fate, were, to be frank, complete fucking assholes? No, it was not, but why bore you with all the details, the eldritch and esoteric mathematics that lay behind these intricate and terrible workings?
That’s no fun.
And, in the end, it’s just cartoons, folks.
What’s the point if it isn’t fun?