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Xander got woke up by a poke to the side. "What's wrong?" he asked Dick.

"New set of Transform-Oh's."

"Why?"

"We're going to a stone plane."

"Okay. Double dose or will these not wear off as fast?"

"No, these last longer on you guys." Xander took the pills and he watched him change. He
blinked. "Huh. Hey, Curls?" he called. He came over, looking at the inanimate statue
Xander had turned into. "Is it supposed to do that to humans?"

"No." He frowned, taking the bottle to read over. "Here, fine print. If he's been feeding
vampires it'll do that. So maybe he'll be a stage prop for that one number? We could use
one. Bob likes to rub against something."

"I like to do what?" Bob asked as he joined them. "Hey, he's been feeding Spike after all."
He leaned down. "Xander, if you can hear us, you'll be fine and it'll wear off by tomorrow
but you're going to be a stage prop tonight, okay?" He walked off humming the new song he
was working on. "Maybe we should think about a double album this time, guys. We're
getting a lot of songs out of having Xander with us."

"Maybe," Curls agreed, going back to his own cubicle to finish what he was working on.
They'd vote later to see what was going on the next album.

Dick tucked Xander in. "It'll be all right, Xander. Just remember when you change back
you'll want to be in the bathroom. I'll try to remember to stick you in there after we're done
with you tonight." He walked off, going back to his own cubicle to practice the last piece of
new music they had written.

Xander laid there, still aware of what was going on. Things were starting to get a bit freaky
for his tastes. He could stand being a woman. He could stand being a kitty. After all,
Willow had done those sort of things in the past. Not always to him but she had done them.
Oz had made a pretty girl. But he already really had to pee. He had just been woken up
after all. And it'd be a day before he could go again? Not making for a happy Xander at
the moment. He looked down, trying to yell. Something was still working right. He was
getting his usual morning stiffie. What came out was a mumble but Dick came back. He
stared then just nodded and went to get some of the moving demons to put him into the
bathroom. One even held him at the right height.

"Guys, they didn't fully work on Xander!" he called as he walked back to his space. "We
may need to watch out for sudden transformations." He got back into bed. When Xander
was done peeing, or weeping and dripping as the case may be, he'd be put back into bed.
The little moving demons were great that way.

***

Xander stared down at Bob as he got nuzzled and rubbed against while he worked on his
synthesizer drums. This was definitely the oddest stop to date. He felt himself turning back
and apparently Bob did too, he nodded at Curls, who transferred into another song and they
danced and sang around him, talking about an idol coming to life. He finished becoming
mobile, small pieces of stone falling off as he moved. It fit with the song. Bob suddenly
kissed him and then blinked at the stage exit, getting him going that way. He stumbled
some but the crowd went wild. That's when he realized they had seen a naked rear end.

"That was very risque," Fred the manager complained.

Xander looked at him. "I was a statue," he mumbled. "Not my fault." He headed for the
bathroom, unable to hold it anymore. He sighed in relief as he peed for real. Then he
looked down at himself. He was fully back to human but naked. "Fred?" he called.
"Where do my clothes keep going?"

"Into the wash, kid." He tossed him a towel and a small blue pill. "Here, turn furry."

"Gee, thanks." He took it and shrank back into his cat form, curling up in a chair until the
guys got there.

"Xander, they loved that, man!" Curls said, picking him up to cuddle him. "You were so
hot out there! You followed the cues beautifully, man!" He gave him a cuddle, keeping him
to pet for a few minutes.

Bob looked. "You okay?"

"A bit stiff in the knee/elbow joints," Xander admitted. "But I came out naked yet again.
Those Transform-Oh's are mean to my poor clothes."

"We'll buy you new stuff," Bob assured him, grinning as he petted him. "Good Xander
kitty." He giggled and went to pounce Fred. "Thanks for booking us here, Fred, they loved
the new stuff."

"I'm loving the new stuff. The kid's good for you." He checked his watch. "Onto the bus,
guys."

"After party?" Xander asked. Fred glared at him. "They had a stressful day hauling me
around. I'm going to head back to the bus but they should be able to have some new fun. It
gives them ideas."

"That's what I'm worried about," he said grimly. "Fine. Go, boys." He handed one of the
packing and hauling demons Xander. "Put him back onto the bus. That's Xander." The
demon nodded, carrying him out there. He got tossed onto the bus and they went back to
putting up the instruments while the band played with their fans.

***

Xander woke up human and still naked but fortunately he had clothes in his bag. He slid
into them, coming out of his cubicle. "Guys? Aren't we supposed to be heading?" he called.
Fred stomped back on. "I thought I slept longer than that."

"You did. They're still partying with the stones."

"As in Rolling Stones or just the *stones*."

"No, the local stones. The Rolling Stones would never be allowed here. They don't play well
to this audience. Jagger insulted one Mayor's daughter by not sleeping with her or
something decades ago."

Xander looked at the button on the console up front. "This one to call Bob?"

"That's for emergencies."

Xander looked at him. "Make me a kitty, I'll go fetch and haul."

"Thanks, kid. Knew I could count on you." He handed him another pill once he was naked,
tossing his clothes back into his cubicle.

Xander climbed off the bus and let one of the locals lead him where he needed to go. He
held up his band pass at the door, getting an odd look. "Their manager sent me to gather
and report back to the bus, dude. I'm their assistant."

"Why are you furry? I heard you were human."

"Because I don't want to insult anyone by being human."

"That's not a bad idea." He let him inside.

Xander paused once he was inside so he could look around, then he headed for Curls' lap.
He hopped up into it, staring at him until he quit chatting with the blonde next to him and
looked down, grinning at him. He even got a few ear scratches. "Fred's having kittens."

"That's a good one coming from you, Xan," he said with a grin.

"Um, schedule kittens."

He checked his watch. "Oops. Hey, Dick, Fred's having kittens so he sent Xander."

Dick looked at the cat, waving and smiling. "Give me ten more. Find Bob."

Xander hopped down, tracking him by scent. It was going to drive him nuts. He had spent
enough time as a cat that he knew their scents. He found Bob in a bedroom and blatantly
walked in, hopping up onto the bed then onto his back, staring down at him until he looked
back. "Fred's having kittens."

"Literally?"

"Not yet. Soon though. I got told to come summon you back to the bus."

"He couldn't call?"

"He's not that far into an emergency. Make her squeal." He hopped down, heading back to
find the other two. They were already gone so he went to the door. "'Scuse me, can you
please open the door for me?" he called. The guard looked down then nodded, letting him
out. "Thanks, man." He headed back to the bus, finding the doors closed. "Let me on,
guys!" he called. The bus started to move and he muttered something, glaring at it as it
started to float. "You take off without me and I'm calling Willow!" He was transported
into the bus, Bob next to him. "Looks like Fred got his way."

"Apparently." He looked at Fred. "You summoned us?"

"Yes!" he said firmly. "The Queen's coming."

"Like the holy royalty or the remaining band members of Queen?" Xander asked.

"They play well with the elves," Fred told him. "Sorry but the Queen hates us, hates furry
things. And don't call Willow." He disappeared.

Xander looked up at Bob. "They were going to leave without me. Of course I threatened to
call her."

Bob petted him. "She'd freak. Unless she's a groupie?"

"She's never heard of you guys. She likes mystical new agy stuff."

"Pity. Thanks for the warning, Xander."

"If he hadn't been about to pace I would've let you make her squeal in a higher pitch too.
Sorry to interrupt."

"Nah, it was better in that case. Less chance of accidents. Where are we going next?" he
called as he walked back to the back of the bus.

"DeHydrin," Curls called. "Did we get Xander?"

"Yeah, I've got him. Fred summoned us both. The Queen's coming."

Curls got out and tapped on the roof of the bus. "Let's go before we have another incident
with She Who Barks," he called. The bus took off at it's normal zoom. "Thanks for the
warning, Xander."

"I didn't know that, just that he was having kittens." He hopped into his cubicle. "See you
guys in the morning."

"You too," Bob agreed, going to sit with Dick. "You good?" He held up the bag. "Should
we have that?"

"I might like some later," he said, tucking it under his pillow. "It's only Dream Weed."

"At least it's not a banned thing, like Meth." Curls looked out at him. "He got some Dream
Weed."

"I want some," he pouted.

"After we get done with the watery place I can't pronounce," Dick promised. That got a
grin and a nod. "Wanna take a vote now on the music we have?"

"Sure," Bob agreed, going to get his. "I've only got three finished."

"I've had tons of stuff done," Curls said, bringing his back to Dick's cubicle. They climbed
in together to get to work weeding out their next album. There were a few spots along the
way they could do some recording so it got done faster.

Xander peeked out. "Do I need to get up early and take pills at the next place?"

"No, next time it'll be mechanical," Curls said absently.

"Okay." He went back to his journal. Writing with paws was very strange but he was
finding he could do it. His handwriting sucked, but.... Oh well! He was on tour with the
band.

TBC...

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Kissy Kissy, Bang Bang by voracity [Reviews - 5] Chapter or Story Table of Contents - Text Size + Xander got woke up by a poke to the side. "What's wrong?" he asked Dick. "New set of Transform-Oh's." "Why?" "We're going to a stone plane." "Okay. Double dose or will these not wear off as fast?" "No, these last longer on you guys." Xander took the pills and he watched him change. He blinked. "Huh. Hey, Curls?" he called. He came over, looking at the inanimate statue Xander had turned into. "Is it supposed to do that to humans?" "No." He frowned, taking the bottle to read over. "Here, fine print. If he's been feeding vampires it'll do that. So maybe he'll be a stage prop for that one number? We could use one. Bob likes to rub against something." "I like to do what?" Bob asked as he joined them. "Hey, he's been feeding Spike after all." He leaned down. "Xander, if you can hear us, you'll be fine and it'll wear off by tomorrow but you're going to be a stage prop tonight, okay?" He walked off humming the new song he was working on. "Maybe we should think about a double album this time, guys. We're getting a lot of songs out of having Xander with us." "Maybe," Curls agreed, going back to his own cubicle to finish what he was working on. They'd vote later to see what was going on the next album. Dick tucked Xander in. "It'll be all right, Xander. Just remember when you change back you'll want to be in the bathroom. I'll try to remember to stick you in there after we're done with you tonight." He walked off, going back to his own cubicle to practice the last piece of new music they had written. Xander laid there, still aware of what was going on. Things were starting to get a bit freaky for his tastes. He could stand being a woman. He could stand being a kitty. After all, Willow had done those sort of things in the past. Not always to him but she had done them. Oz had made a pretty girl. But he already really had to pee. He had just been woken up after all. And it'd be a day before he could go again? Not making for a happy Xander at the moment. He looked down, trying to yell. Something was still working right. He was getting his usual morning stiffie. What came out was a mumble but Dick came back. He stared then just nodded and went to get some of the moving demons to put him into the bathroom. One even held him at the right height. "Guys, they didn't fully work on Xander!" he called as he walked back to his space. "We may need to watch out for sudden transformations." He got back into bed. When Xander was done peeing, or weeping and dripping as the case may be, he'd be put back into bed. The little moving demons were great that way. * Xander stared down at Bob as he got nuzzled and rubbed against while he worked on his synthesizer drums. This was definitely the oddest stop to date. He felt himself turning back and apparently Bob did too, he nodded at Curls, who transferred into another song and they danced and sang around him, talking about an idol coming to life. He finished becoming mobile, small pieces of stone falling off as he moved. It fit with the song. Bob suddenly kissed him and then blinked at the stage exit, getting him going that way. He stumbled some but the crowd went wild. That's when he realized they had seen a naked rear end. "That was very risque," Fred the manager complained. Xander looked at him. "I was a statue," he mumbled. "Not my fault." He headed for the bathroom, unable to hold it anymore. He sighed in relief as he peed for real. Then he looked down at himself. He was fully back to human but naked. "Fred?" he called. "Where do my clothes keep going?" "Into the wash, kid." He tossed him a towel and a small blue pill. "Here, turn furry." "Gee, thanks." He took it and shrank back into his cat form, curling up in a chair until the guys got there. "Xander, they loved that, man!" Curls said, picking him up to cuddle him. "You were so hot out there! You followed the cues beautifully, man!" He gave him a cuddle, keeping him to pet for a few minutes. Bob looked. "You okay?" "A bit stiff in the knee/elbow joints," Xander admitted. "But I came out naked yet again. Those Transform-Oh's are mean to my poor clothes." "We'll buy you new stuff," Bob assured him, grinning as he petted him. "Good Xander kitty." He giggled and went to pounce Fred. "Thanks for booking us here, Fred, they loved the new stuff." "I'm loving the new stuff. The kid's good for you." He checked his watch. "Onto the bus, guys." "After party?" Xander asked. Fred glared at him. "They had a stressful day hauling me around. I'm going to head back to the bus but they should be able to have some new fun. It gives them ideas." "That's what I'm worried about," he said grimly. "Fine. Go, boys." He handed one of the packing and hauling demons Xander. "Put him back onto the bus. That's Xander." The demon nodded, carrying him out there. He got tossed onto the bus and they went back to putting up the instruments while the band played with their fans. * Xander woke up human and still naked but fortunately he had clothes in his bag. He slid into them, coming out of his cubicle. "Guys? Aren't we supposed to be heading?" he called. Fred stomped back on. "I thought I slept longer than that." "You did. They're still partying with the stones." "As in Rolling Stones or just the stones." "No, the local stones. The Rolling Stones would never be allowed here. They don't play well to this audience. Jagger insulted one Mayor's daughter by not sleeping with her or something decades ago." Xander looked at the button on the console up front. "This one to call Bob?" "That's for emergencies." Xander looked at him. "Make me a kitty, I'll go fetch and haul." "Thanks, kid. Knew I could count on you." He handed him another pill once he was naked, tossing his clothes back into his cubicle. Xander climbed off the bus and let one of the locals lead him where he needed to go. He held up his band pass at the door, getting an odd look. "Their manager sent me to gather and report back to the bus, dude. I'm their assistant." "Why are you furry? I heard you were human." "Because I don't want to insult anyone by being human." "That's not a bad idea." He let him inside. Xander paused once he was inside so he could look around, then he headed for Curls' lap. He hopped up into it, staring at him until he quit chatting with the blonde next to him and looked down, grinning at him. He even got a few ear scratches. "Fred's having kittens." "That's a good one coming from you, Xan," he said with a grin. "Um, schedule kittens." He checked his watch. "Oops. Hey, Dick, Fred's having kittens so he sent Xander." Dick looked at the cat, waving and smiling. "Give me ten more. Find Bob." Xander hopped down, tracking him by scent. It was going to drive him nuts. He had spent enough time as a cat that he knew their scents. He found Bob in a bedroom and blatantly walked in, hopping up onto the bed then onto his back, staring down at him until he looked back. "Fred's having kittens." "Literally?" "Not yet. Soon though. I got told to come summon you back to the bus." "He couldn't call?" "He's not that far into an emergency. Make her squeal." He hopped down, heading back to find the other two. They were already gone so he went to the door. "'Scuse me, can you please open the door for me?" he called. The guard looked down then nodded, letting him out. "Thanks, man." He headed back to the bus, finding the doors closed. "Let me on, guys!" he called. The bus started to move and he muttered something, glaring at it as it started to float. "You take off without me and I'm calling Willow!" He was transported into the bus, Bob next to him. "Looks like Fred got his way." "Apparently." He looked at Fred. "You summoned us?" "Yes!" he said firmly. "The Queen's coming." "Like the holy royalty or the remaining band members of Queen?" Xander asked. "They play well with the elves," Fred told him. "Sorry but the Queen hates us, hates furry things. And don't call Willow." He disappeared. Xander looked up at Bob. "They were going to leave without me. Of course I threatened to call her." Bob petted him. "She'd freak. Unless she's a groupie?" "She's never heard of you guys. She likes mystical new agy stuff." "Pity. Thanks for the warning, Xander." "If he hadn't been about to pace I would've let you make her squeal in a higher pitch too. Sorry to interrupt." "Nah, it was better in that case. Less chance of accidents. Where are we going next?" he called as he walked back to the back of the bus. "DeHydrin," Curls called. "Did we get Xander?" "Yeah, I've got him. Fred summoned us both. The Queen's coming." Curls got out and tapped on the roof of the bus. "Let's go before we have another incident with She Who Barks," he called. The bus took off at it's normal zoom. "Thanks for the warning, Xander." "I didn't know that, just that he was having kittens." He hopped into his cubicle. "See you guys in the morning." "You too," Bob agreed, going to sit with Dick. "You good?" He held up the bag. "Should we have that?" "I might like some later," he said, tucking it under his pillow. "It's only Dream Weed." "At least it's not a banned thing, like Meth." Curls looked out at him. "He got some Dream Weed." "I want some," he pouted. "After we get done with the watery place I can't pronounce," Dick promised. That got a grin and a nod. "Wanna take a vote now on the music we have?" "Sure," Bob agreed, going to get his. "I've only got three finished." "I've had tons of stuff done," Curls said, bringing his back to Dick's cubicle. They climbed in together to get to work weeding out their next album. There were a few spots along the way they could do some recording so it got done faster. Xander peeked out. "Do I need to get up early and take pills at the next place?" "No, next time it'll be mechanical," Curls said absently. "Okay." He went back to his journal. Writing with paws was very strange but he was finding he could do it. His handwriting sucked, but.... Oh well! He was on tour with the band. TBC... Previous Next You must login (register) to review.

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