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(F to Lickitung, F to Miltank, Various M and F to Pokemon) “Pikachu!” Had it been any other day, Mary might have had her headphones in, and she might have missed that fateful sound. It wasn’t the first cry of what would be known as one of the most infectious diseases in a fading human history; but it was the first she’d heard. Nobody knew at the time, but that was all it took. Just hearing a victim say the name of their own species was enough to bring about a similar change to everyone nearby. As a result, by the time Mary turned to the source, an unnatural sweat had already begun to dew at her skin. “Chu, Pikachu!” Another girl was sprinting onto the campus’s quad, a stagger in her every step as one of her legs shrank faster than the other. Her body dwindled in size with each step, stretching feet falling out of their shoes, shirt hanging over a yellow-furred chest. Mary watched in stunned disbelief as a heart-tipped tail burst from behind her waistband, snared securely to the

(M to Clydesdale) Candace smiled, lost to her own thoughts. She stroked at her horse’s mane, combing her fingers through the long strands which were so much nicer than her husband’s short-cropped hair. Funnily enough, her stallion was just as scruffy, though. Nicholas nickered softly, bumping his large head against her palms and licking of them. Sure, some people might judge her for having a horse with such a human name, but there was a very good reason for that… xXx Candace was a nice woman, who tried to do everything right. She had a regular house with a regular husband, and two regular children. She worked a regular job, getting up early every morning in the dark, and heading home when it was dark as well. It was a tough life, but she made just enough to get by. It only made it all the more heartbreaking when her office had a ‘restructuring’. It was phrased as a good thing. They said a corporate merger would help her select a better insurance policy, since the company that had

(Mass TF, People to Animals) “-animals! All of you, nothing more than animals!” Queen Elisa cackled as dozens of despicable nobles devolved before her eyes. Her eyes swept to the demon at her side. The thing’s red skin seemed to glow the more she exerted her power, and Elisa could swear steam was rising from the air around her. No, not her—it. Tamara wasn’t a human, and didn’t deserve that respect. It was easy to forget given how human it looked, but it was clear from the way it acted. Tamara lifted its arm towards a trio of fleeing nobles in purple robes, the Acastias if Elisa remembered correctly. A look that was akin to a smile passed across its face as they stumbled, hands and feet twisting into hooves and goatlike brays spilling past their lips. But its eyes… Tamara was totally focused on them twisting into beasts, and yet it was so dispassionate. Elisa had seen that look on her husband’s cook’s face when he’d slaughtered the goose for the night’s meal. Somehow Tamara must have