Balros Balros sets up a hostage situation. Some poor Fox girl that Nick knows, and Judy has to rescue her. Problem is, there's some kind of gas or fumes in the air and it's driving the bunnycop insanely horny. And starting to mutate her slightly, too. Legs getting longer, paws and toes enlarging, her pussy and nipples all changing into her own muzzles. By the time Judy finds the vixen, she's only able to talk from her crotchmaw. LlunaBlue Struggling with the dissonance between her courageous natural instincts and the dirty urges being imposed upon her by the many smaller brains that develop within various parts of her body, she leans down to untie the blue-fuzzed hostage and attempts to offer reassurance to her... reassurance which gets warped into sordid foul-mouthed intentions from her crotch as her many maws lick and slurp with many tongues, exploring the helpless fox's body. Balros The blue-furred foxgirl attempts to scream when this freakish mutant bunny begins to swear and curse at her, but her shouts are cut off as her tongue balloons into a knotted fox cock that clogs her maw. Even as she's freed from rope, she's not freed from licks and kisses from lustful fuckbunny tongues and kisses, Judy's body overwhelmed with lust and desires from a dozen minds dominating her body. Judy herself still manages to untie the vix from her chair and start to lead - or drag - her outside to safety. The second pair of arms really helps, but halfway to the exist it gets a whole lot easier as the vixen becomes more compliant. The six-foot-tall (half of that just legs!) bunnycop finally gets outside and free of the mutagenic gas, when she finds out why the fox girl had suddenly started going along with the escape. Judy's foul-mouthed utterances and visual appearance had broken her brain and left her utterly subserviant to Judy. The look in her two pairs of eyes said it all. LlunaBlue The sight of the fox's expression was powerful enough to break what was left of Judy's mind in turn. The combination of owning such a submissive little plaything and knowing just how much otherworldly control can be exerted on her just erases all virtue from the bunny. She crouches down, puts one paw on the fox girl's head, just fucking floods the poor thing with commands, spoken from her many maws. "Grow. Cum. Pleasure us. Mutate. Multiply. Birth." Whines, gasps and lewd squelching and crunching noises fill the air as the fox girl immediately warps beyond any kinda of recognition as new limbs, breasts, dicks and pussies erupt from her burgeoning frame. Femcum, boyspunk and squealing little foxclones jettisoned from her like geysers as she rises up to hold her Mistress. Balros *The moment Judy lets go of her former self, and her new personalities take place, is also incredibly relaxing. Sure, the muscle spasms from onrushing orgasms and surges of growth, the endorphin rush from devoting so many brains and so much brainpower to screaming, schemeing and swearing, and escalating tension from continued mutations all climb ever higher, but Judy letting go to enjoy all of it at once is mind-meltingly blissful unto itself. The poor vixen is likewise obliterated with virulent corruption. She gives off a large amount of heat from rampant cell division and rapid, rapid multiplication, her fur and flesh hot to touch as she presses up against her mistress and detonates with growth. All of Judy's muzzles, maws, and other orifices are crammed full of ejaculating foxcocks. The sopping wet foxgirls that eject from new pussies land with wet thumps and gasp with new life and awareness, as innocent as the girl was before she birthed them, only to start to freak out as they grow and change and eventually become like mommafox, overburdened with brains. LlunaBlue As the monstrous cacophony of orgasmic wailing and confident demanding of further corruption reaches higher and higher volumes, the sound of approaching police sirens does, too. Members of the police force driving up to the scene barely have the opportunity to stop at the sight of their star bunny before new crotchmaws burst from their uniforms, shouting lewd commands down the police radio and forcing their shrieking owners to helplessly spread and thrust from the extreme unwanted pleasure.