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Cheshire sighed, another assignment for his men and another chance to get killed, he thought as they marched along the pathway. The commander had yelled and squalled that this would be large addition to the force of the Confederacy if they were able to take this single house. Supposedly the Union soldiers were hiding a large cache of muskets and gunpowder. He did have to agree that the soldiers needed more ammunition, but he wondered the cost of taking the house. He'd already lost so many men.

The very night before they were to storm the house, a bad omen scared his men and himself. The night sky was full of flashes and an odd humming, one lone gunshot and then silence. No birds called, no crickets chirped and no scouts walked close to them. The next morning was a bit strange, no one said a word about the night before even though there was still nothing making noise, even the dead autumn leaves seemed muffled. Breakfast was a cold porridge with no coffee, no fires this close to the enemy.

The trek was subdued, no idle chatter or cursing, just grunts and moans of men carrying heavy loads to a place they might not return from. The only one that seemed cheerful was Sergeant Cheshire; nobody really ever knew why the night's events didn't bother him, probably because he slept through them. Once the house was in sight, they removed their packs and loaded their firearms. To everyone's surprise, no sentries were posted at any of the doors. The sound of their boots got strange for some reason, they broke down the door and were a little relieved and somewhat disappointed, and No one and nothing was waiting for them.

Scratch that, there were a lot of things waiting for them, just no threats. Lying beside the door were two little blue feline plushies made of flannel, little rank insignias sewn into their chests. Kind of cute... Sending his men to search the house, Cheshire stepped out after a loud coughing fit, his mouth dry as cotton. He took a deep breath of fresh air and then opened his trousers for a piss. Another cough came as he looked at his dick, the hair around it was gone and it seemed a strange bluish hue had covered the shaft. But, nature had to run its course and he started to piss, giving him time to take in the scenery. And to his surprise, he found why their footsteps had been so muffled; each and every leaf on the ground within a fifty foot radius of the house was a fake, made completely of cloth.

As he was buttoning the front of his trousers, he heard a scream then cut off in a strange gurgling. He burst through the door and was confronted with a horrific scene, his men writhing on the floor, shrinking and changing, with a loud cough he noticed his own hand, the fingers growing long and changing, until finally he knew what was going on. They were all turning into those little toys, his new flexible finger claws easily pierced his second in command's uniform as he began dragging him, but standing at the door were more of the blue toys, all armed and looking menacing, he started dragging the shifting man again but had to let him go as he found that there was no uniform anymore, he was dragging a half toy with his claws inside the shoulders. Quickly, down the stairs, a good defensible place, no freaks down here, he thought.

He released the man/thing and started searching the walls as he vision began to blur and take on blue hues, a long fluffy tail ripping out the back of his pants. Finally, he found the latch, yanking as hard as his new unmuscled arms allowed and opening the vault, with the last of his fading energy he dragged his second in command into the air tight room and sealed the door. The instant the door was closed, the changes ceased, leaving him bewildered and very freaked out, with a crack he lit one of his matches, using it on a piece of burlap to light it, illuminating the room in yellow light, to him orange, and then lit the lamp after setting it up right once more, the visor cracked badly from a fall.

Since all had calmed he decided to look around, his gaze landing on the source of that single gunshot last night, a union sergeant laying half plushified with his revolver hanging from a limp paw, stuffing and a little blood decorating the casks and barrels behind him. Behind those he found a mirror and began to take stock of himself, standing three feet tall, he felt very short and he appeared to look like a ferret with cloth skin, white underbelly red and black stripped over the rest of him with a floofy tail and blue wooden button eyes, at least he wasn't plump like the others. Once he opened the jacket, he noticed that he had the insignia on his chest like the others, but unlike the others, he was still endowed, his pants had slipped off during his escape and a flannel sheath covered his new member, a blue squishie ferret cock, his balls sewn on, feeling like stones sacked in soft downy fabric.

Hearing a moan he turned away from the mirror, he looked to the dead sergeant, then shook his head and remembered his injured comrade. The plushie's eyes were dimming, only part of him had changed and the part that was still human was dying, taking him with it. Within minutes, the buttons faded to a brown plain wood. With a soft prayer and a sigh he leaned over and blew out his lamp, laying back and drifting off.

End of Part One