Pillow 6 - Trash pandas X

(Man into raccoon)*

In a small Ohio town, during a devilishly hot summer night, Shawn Miller went to take out the trash. A white man nearly in his forties, hairy and sad, he was wearing a shirt, pyjama shorts and sandals as he carried the black plastic trash bag containing a week and a half’s trash out.

He lived alone and would have given almost anything to find someone to ease the emptiness in his heart, but until then an endless line of daily chores and routine was all he had.

Sometimes it made him feel as if there was nobody who noticed he was a person at all.

Sighing deeply to himself he reached the trash cans at the end of the backyard.

The guy raised the lid of the trash can and froze, as did the raccoon sitting in the open trash can next to the one he was using, both man and furry critter stared at each other as the crickets sang in the branches of the trees.

Very slowly the raccoon’s tiny hands moved the piece of moldy pizza they were holding towards its mouth as its eyes kept staring at the man.

“Fuck!” yelled Shawn, waving the trash can lid and the trash bag to scare the raccoon. “Go away!”

The raccoon jumped away, the motion ripped a hole in the bag of trash, sending its contents all over the lawn.

“FUCK!” shouted Shawn.

In front of him the raccoon finished eating the pizza, bent its back and let out a long hiss showing off small sharp fangs. As it was the only thing he had at hand he threw the trash can lid at the raccoon, the raccoon dodged it easily and ran towards a hole in the surrounding wired fence.

Shawn, filled with indignation, followed the ringed tail of the critter.

The racoon stopped in the hole and looked back at him, making Shawn stop and notice six pairs of shiny baby raccoon eyes.

“You are... A mom...”

Looking at him from the hole the female raccoon’s nose twitched at the end of her muzzle, one of the tiny hungry kids began to suck milk from her swollen teats.

The man felt something pressing his heart.

“A lonely mommy...” he gasped... and then the pain made him step out of one of his sandals. “AAAAAAAAAH!”

The female racoon disappeared inside the hole and watched from the other side of the fence while protecting her kids.

Painful heartbeats made Shawn grab his sides... pull at the neck of the shirt...

He was getting hot, he was getting hard, everything itched.

“Damn... Hell! Why does it hurt...?!” tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The struggle against snapping muscles and cracking bones that were preparing his body for the terrible metamorphosis.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!” his whimpers echoing through the night. “HELP MEEEEEEEE!” an erection in his loosening pants, all of his body hair stiff.

Vision blurred by the tears, Shawn extended his arms... and his eyes saw...

Nails twisting up into sharp dark points.

The man gasped, opening and closing his changing fingers.

Seeing his new claws.

“What the fucking fuck...?” he gasped as black hairs sprouted from the back of his hand. “What the fucking...!”

He tried to take a step but pain nailed him in place, grunting and gasping as every fiber of his body throbbed. Shawn squeezed his eyes closed, his pants slid down all the way to his knees as more bones and muscles popped.

His cock sprang out hard, a drop of cum leaked, legs opened slightly and balls hung free. Instinct made him grab his penis and pump his phallus, his only good luck was that the claws didn’t scratch his skin. On top of his ass the lump of a tail was being sculpted, he moved his legs apart, his ball sack hung free.

A thick coat of fur similar to that which was covering his hands was progressively covering his hanging scrotum as he shamelessly masturbated outdoors in front of the female raccoon’s, but this fur was gray instead of black..

The bottom hem of his shirt touched the tip of his foreskin, but he kept pumping his dick.

He was shrinking.

He was changing.

His fur covered scrotum swelled larger, hitting his hairy thighs.

His skull hurt, ears began to slide upwards towards the top of his head, becoming more rounded and triangular in the process.

Gasping, crying, moaning, begging.

“Pleashhhh... Anyiiiiybody! Help me...!”

But only the female raccoon was there to see as the begging transforming man came on the grass.

Shawn dropped down onto his knees, he put both hands on the ground, groaning in pain as his tail grew longer and his face began to push out into a muzzle.

Fangs and pointy triangular little teeth pressed against his tongue, the tail began to be covered in fur, ringed black and gray, just like the female raccoon in front of him.

More fur sprouted across his back, around his eyes, gray in one place, black in the other.

“Guuuuuuuuugh...” he gasped, looking back at the long shaking tail. “I’m turninggg... into you...!”

The female raccoon didn’t seem to understand, but she sniffed the air and sensed a male.

Above Shawn’s swollen balls his cock was becoming pointy and red as it softened, growing flaccid and shrinking into the newly formed sheath. Despite the dick growing soft it still felt as if it had a bone inside.

Scratching with his claws Shawn got rid of his shirt, liberating himself from the constraints of clothing as his body began to shrink down. He tried to get up, but trembling knees forced him back down onto all fours.

Patches of fur were taking hold of most of his skin.

He screeched and squeaked, his voice distorting as his body shrank.

“I dongggh wanna beee a racccccoooonnnn!”

His protests and pleas weren’t heard by anybody but the female raccoon that kept staring at him with curiosity but also caution. Shawn stood on his hands and feet, fingers and toes were mere claws, soles and palms twisting into paws.

The fur taking over all his skin, an itchy hot gray coat.

Gasping for air his skull broken even further, forcing his face into a pointy muzzle, his whole body shrinking and compressing in size and form. His nose turned black and wet and long.

“Giiiiiii! Giiiiiiiiii!” the low squeaks coming out of his mouth didn’t sound even remotely human, with widening eyes he looked at the female and spoke what kind of were going to be his last words. “Iiiih... Niiii Faiiiiiiir... Ammm laaaaaaak yuuuugh!”

Small and furry and not human at all, he squeezed his thighs together.

With a final wave that shook his spine from the nape of his neck to the tip of his long ringed tail the changes ended and the man was made a raccoon.

Shawn slowly opened his eyes to see a muzzle between them.

His first reaction was to try to stand up, he failed.

Somehow, for some reason, he had just transformed into a raccoon and... that seemed to be pretty all there was to it...

Instincts began to flow with thoughts as he began to suffer an anxiety attack, touching his furry face with his tiny hands, squeaking, lowering his tail across his butt.

Noises and smells.

What now? What was he going to do? What could he even do as a stupid racoon?

It ended when he felt the wet nose against his wet nose, the female raccoon had moved in front of him and had touched him with the tip of her muzzle. They looked at each other, eye to eye.

He calmed down, his heart’s pounding eased.

The female racoon gave the male’s muzzle a lick, then quickly turned around and jumped back through to the other side of the hole in the fence, towards the woods and her offspring.

Anybody might have expected them to mate right then and there, but she was a busy single mom and the male knew he had to gain her affections with a bit more than just pity.

Under the trees, with her kids to her back she looked back at the male before running back into the forest.

The male shook his tail insecurely, thought about it for a moment, as if he really had any other options, before finally also crossing through to the other side of the fence, following her and quickly getting lost in the woods.

In the backyard were the remains of Shawn Miller, his sandals, his clothes, his trash, no clue or way to figure out what might have happened to him, how he had been reduced into a forest critter for what many might have considered no reason.

A mystery that would remain forever unsolved, but that at least had a happy ending for the furry critters... even if it wasn’t a happy one for the neighborhood’s trash cans...