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Chapter 5: Humanity Lost

The figures above them were just as awe-inspiring now as they had been on the street, though much more frightening. Dripping with musky fluids that fell like rain into the water around their boat - as well as into it, in some cases - the Transformed looked at them with smirks and toothy grins, not a one looking like they were capable of mercy.

The only reason that David's mouth hadn't fallen open at the sight was the fear of having some of the stuff dripping down falling into his mouth. Though he wasn't opposed to pre - considering his own orientation - the stuff that was falling down around them could very well be how the Transformed spread their condition to those still human, those that still had some humanity left.

His eyes flicked from one to the other, only barely able to see them in the small lights left from the ride. Predominantly male, they still had a few feminine members above, mostly felines that looked down and licked their lips as they flicked their eyes over them. The others, ranging from canines to bats to horses to cetaceans, were just as eager to see the three of them, judging by the way that their cocks bounced and swayed with the heartbeats of the Transformed.

Several looked particularly eager, including an orca at one end of the ceiling, and a panther just above him. They actually had their hands on their cocks, and seemed to stare right into David's eyes as he looked up at them.

He blushed as he felt his cock starting to rise in his pants, shivering as he thought of what they might do to him. David tried to tell himself that he was just nervous, that there was something about the smell that was making him excited. That might have even been the truth.

But it wasn't the whole truth.

Unlike Adam - who he could see was getting a very similar reaction in his pants - and Cari, who looked fearful more than anything, he was getting a completely natural erection. It wasn't based on the fluids dripping around them, it wasn't from the transformation changing him to be interested. It was simply, solely from the fact that he, for whatever reason, wanted to have...attention...from the Transformed.

As he tried to figure out why he was feeling this way, Cari hissed. "What do we do?" she whispered.

"I don't...I don't know," Adam said, looking up at them as the water continued to carry them along. "If the water was going faster, we might be able to get away, but now..."

They were fucked. Adam didn't say it; he didn't have to. It was so obvious that there no need to say it. Unless...

Shaking his unnatural and growing need for a moment, David flicked his eyes over to Adam. "You've carried a lot of gadgets around here," he whispered. "Got anything you might hold them back with for a bit, just until we're out of here?"

"I...might have something," Adam admitted. "But I don't know how good it would be...it's not tested or anything."

"Don't think we got much choice; don't see how whatever you have could make things any worse."

"And it'll take a little time to charge..."

"Then get it started. Better late than -"

Before David could finish the sentence, the drips turned to splashes as the Transformed let go of the ceiling. They hit the water hard and in rapid succession, throwing water up with each impact and nearly showering the three of them with the waves. Most of them surfaced from the water immediately, swimming and riding the current towards the boat, while the others swam against the current ahead of the boat, swimming towards them in some effort to try and catch them on the way out.

"Cari, can you get any of them?" David shouted. "Any kind of spell, anything?"

"I'm not that strong, David!" she called back, shaking her head. "I'm almost spent from everything else earlier; I don't have enough energy left for anything big enough to keep them off."

He shook his head; that wasn't good. "Adam, how long is that device gonna take?"

"Another minute at least."

"They'll be all over us by then!"

"Can't rush it, David! Not like it just turns on and off; this has to charge up before it can go o-ACK!"

Turning, he saw Adam drop something into the water as he was grabbed from behind by one of the Transformed. Adam was struggling hard against the soaking doberman thing that had grabbed him, wrestling against the grip that it had on his neck. "Oh...fuck no...you don't..." Adam grunted, slowly pushing the hands away from his throat. "I've seen...the horror movies...You're not gonna...get me now..." he muttered. "Not gonna...be the black guy...to fall first...this time!"

With a mighty heave, he threw the doberman back into the water, gasping at the effort that cost him as he started fumbling in his pockets. "Gotta have something else. Anything, anything, anythi-"

"Help!"

David whipped his head around again, just in time to see, of all things, an alligator leap out of the water. It was one of the Transformed, of course, and walked on two legs, but he hadn't expected something reptilian after seeing so many mammals in the area.

She had no chance against it, and the alligator pinned her down against the boat in the space of a second, its hard muscles beneath green scales holding her against the narrow front of the boat, forced onto her back to look up at him. What little struggle she tried to put up were stopped by the gator's quick movements, pinning her arms down to the boat before moving up to sit on her chest.

The gator's cock throbbed in front of her face, and her eyes went as wide as David's as it was shoved into her mouth, rammed down her throat in the space of a second. Her shriek of protest was too muffled to hear amidst the splashes, but from the way that her eyes were open as wide as they could be, and the way her back arched away from the boat, it was clear that this was something she didn't want, didn't want at all.

There was no chance to help her, either, as another Transformed leaped out of the water at David. It hit him from behind, knocking his head against the other side of the boat before he could stop his fall, dazing him. His head spinning, he was flipped over, forced to look up at a black furred panther that loomed over him, teeth exposed in a massive smirk as the creature moved in close.

David had just enough time to look down and see the cock being forced in his face before it was shoved past his lips. Barbs scraped over his tongue as it slipped past his teeth, and he had just enough time to taste the musky pre that flowed constantly from it before it was shoved into the back of his throat. Clawed hands held him by the side and back of his head, allowing the creature to hump his face hard and fast, driving more and more of its thankfully short cock into his mouth.

As the panther thrust forward hard, slapping its balls against his face, David started to get less dazed, more coherent. Not that it helped him; clawed fingers holding him by the scalp kept him still, not daring to pull away without losing most of his face to those sharp things. He shuddered as his mouth and throat were rapidly filled and emptied with an animal's cock, feeling the barbs rubbing along his tongue and scraping along the back of his throat with every thrust, feeling the soft fur of the panther pressed against his lips when it hilted before pulling back out again, leaving him gasping for a split second before it shoved back in.

Each time he was able to suck in a breath, it was nothing more than a taste of the feline's crotch, a breath of the musk that had not been washed off in the slightest by being in the water. He didn't just smell it, but felt the taste washing over his tongue, leaving him coughing, gasping, the taste raw, potent, and overpowering.

The worst - best? - feeling was when the panther ground specifically against his tongue, leaving a line of pre against it and forcing him to taste it. It was salty, with a slight metallic tint, and there was a burning to it as well, a burning that he'd never noticed with human pre. A small part of him realize that it must have been some sort of corruptive thing, some sort of transformative agent.

The thought was almost enough to provoke him to shove the panther back, to put up a fight, something. His hands even twitched as he started to lift his hands up to try and push the panther away...

...only to fall back down to his sides, laying passively as the panther continued to fuck his face, slamming that cock down his throat again, and again, and again. He wanted to fight, and he didn't want to fight; he wanted to shove that cock out of his mouth; he wanted to welcome it in deeper, further into his body. He wanted to throw the feline into the water before he could be transformed; he desperately wanted to become one of them.

And with each thrust into his mouth, the need got stronger, and stronger. The musk shifted from being offensive, from being painful and too strong to stand smelling, to one of the best aphrodisiacs he'd ever experienced. He felt his cock shifting in his pants, throbbing and leaking against his underwear with how hard and turned on he was, and he couldn't stop a soft moan from slipping past his lips.

Despite the panther's grip on his head, David managed to turn slightly to look at Cari, worried for her.

He needn't have worried. She was feeling the same effects as him, perhaps even more so. The pale girl had grabbed the gator's hips eagerly, sucking down his cock with the eagerness of a paid whore, and she moaned around it like it was the best thing that she had ever tasted.

Not that he could blame her for that, not really; he had the same feeling about the cock in his mouth, and the only thing keeping him from reaching up was the thought of what the feline might do to him if he touched him without permission. He had to have permission, after....all...

A flicker of struggle returned, though he couldn't say at what. This was...this was what he was supposed to be doing, right? He was supposed...he was supposed...

The taste of musk and pre was suddenly yanked from his mouth as the panther went flying off the boat, hurled away from some blow from behind. As soon as the cock was out of his mouth, David gasped for breath, his mind coming back to him as he realized what he had just been thinking, how close he'd come to just giving in. The pleasure had been so strong, the temptation so powerful that he'd almost just taken a load of panther cum down his throat.

He looked up, seeing Adam with, of all things, a glowing toy lightsaber in his hands. He coughed a few times, shaking his head with a slight smile. "S...seriously?" David managed to ask as he coughed through his mouthful of pre, spitting it out as quickly as he could.

"Had to find something," Adam said. "Even if it doesn't cut, at least it works good as a club; made sure of THAT!" He finished the sentence with a hard swing, hitting the gator on the back of the head, followed by another swing that caught him on the chin and sent him flying back into the water.

Reaching down to help Cari, David saw that she had a similar reaction when the Transformed's cock was out of her mouth. Almost immediately, she snapped out of the pleasured state to one of horror. She pulled herself free of his grip, turning to face over the edge of the boat and spitting, spitting out all of the fluid inside of her mouth. "Blech, blech...how did...how did they do that? That shouldn't have been...possible."

"Talk about that later; for now, keep the boat moving!" Adam shouted. He was standing on his seat, beating back the Transformed as they tried to crawl on top of the boat, shifting from one side to the other, whapping them on the head before they could get too good a grip on the boat to pull themselves up. "Row! Push at the sides! Something!"

"But what about the water?" Cari asked.

"I'll take a little transformation over a gang-rape! Row!" Adam roared.

They shoved their arms over the sides, shoving at the water as best they could. Their arms made poor oars at best, but they were able to get the boat moving a little faster, at least. Not much, but just enough to notice.

Of course, with their arms over the side, it was all too easy for them to feel the creatures out there as well. The Transformed pressed themselves close to the boat, and more than a few times David felt his hand brushing against a cock, smearing his fingers with an oily pre that defied being washed away in the water no matter how much it streamed by. He shuddered, not sure if he liked it or not, but did his best to ignore it.

In less than a minute, a blinking red light was visible from outside, and David pointed eagerly towards the exterior. "The end! We're almost there!" he shouted. A quick look down confirmed that the goblet was still at his feet, sitting out of reach of the water or any of the Transformed; they were almost out, with their prize intact.

Just as they were about to pass through the arch leading back outside, though, David hunched over, clenching his teeth at the sudden burning discomfort that hit him in the base of his spine. "AAAAAH!" he screamed through clenched teeth, shoving his hands against his back, right at his tailbone. "What...the...hell..." he muttered under Cari's shriek seconds after his.

Moments after he pressed against the burning pressure in his back, it disappeared. Not because it was gone, oh no, but because it was spreading out. David could feel a bump pressing against his hands, feel the skin stretching under his fingers as it pushed out from his back. It got bigger and bigger by the second, the bump widening even as it pushed out further from his back.

He whimpered for a few seconds before the bump burst, almost like a pimple. However, instead of spilling out something that released pressure, that made him feel better, it felt more like he was being extended, stretched, like some invisible hand had grabbed hold of his spine and was tugging it, stretching it longer and longer out through his back. It...didn't hurt, but the sensation was so strange, so unbelievable, that it didn't quite feel good, either.

Desperate to know what was happening to him, David looked back over his shoulder, looking down at himself as best he could.

His eyes went wide as he looked down at a growing, brown furred limb growing out of his spine. It was a medium brown, with a slightly lighter color along the underside that he could only just see as it twitched beyond his control. The tip of it was somewhat pointed, but it widened quickly as it spread out from the tip, becoming thick, wide...and powerful, he felt, feeling the muscles growing in within the...the...

A part of him wanted to say 'tail'. He desperately, so desperately wanted to say 'tail'. But the rest of him, the part that recognized it for what it was, called it a rudder. The tail of an otter was always called a rudder, considering how much it did for them in the water.

And the more that emerged from his spine, the more that he knew that this was an otter's tail. It stopped thickening at some point, but it was still wide and powerful. As it stopped growing outwards, he felt the muscles in it, felt them straining, eager to do something, like they needed exercise.

In disbelief at what he saw, he twitched his tail slightly.

It moved like a shot, shooting over to the side and clocking a lion in the face as it tried to climb into the boat. To David's amazement, it fell right back in the water, floating forward, completely dazed from the blow.

He looked down at his tail in shock, staring at the new limb as though it was some weapon that he'd never realized he'd had. "That was..."

"Don't stop! Keep hitting 'em!" Adam shouted. "Behind you!"

David whipped around in shock, only to feel his tail hit something else, followed by a soft grunt as something else hit the water. He leaned over the side, watching as the panther he'd been sucking off went floating off towards the exit, just like the lion. He even caught sight of the panther's cock breaking the surface of the water like a shark's fin, and despite himself, he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips at the sight.

Shaking himself out of those thoughts, David alternated between one side of the boat and the other, slapping his tail out as best he could. The first few times, he almost managed to throw himself off of the boat into the water, and he only barely managed to dance back onto his seat in time to avoid going over. But soon, he had it under control, tail whipping the Transformed away from the boat almost without thinking about it.

Once he got his balance and concentration, he turned forward again, looking at Cari, slumped over the side of the boat.

She whimpered, her arms clutching something against her chest, something too dark for him to be able to see clearly. Considering that it reached around her, pressing against the bottom of her spine, he had a pretty good idea what it was, though. The change must have hit her a lot harder than him.

Finally, they slipped through the exit of the ride, and as soon as the land was in reach, they jumped for it. Cari had to be pulled out of the boat, but Jeremiah was there to help with that, and Bailey and Ashley - despite their obvious frustration and desire - were right behind him, pulling Adam out of the boat and setting him on dry ground.

David could see the now-understandable hunger in their eyes when they saw the Transformed coming out of the ride, and as the alligator that had fucked Cari's mouth stepped out, walking towards Bailey, he worried that his friends would be on their side now.

Bailey walked over to the alligator, his eyes looking down at the reptile's groin, at the cock that pointed out. A little light sparked in his eyes, and David winced as Bailey started to reach out a hand -

CRACK!

The gator went flying back into the water as Bailey punched him in the face, shaking his fist at the others. "I can smell it on you guys! That's for shoving your pricks into my friends!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, his roaring voice actually scaring some of the Transformed back into the ride, and those that didn't just retreat ducked back into the water, whimpering to themselves.

Sighing in relief, David walked over to Bailey, putting a hand on his arm. "Nice to have you back, man."

Bailey glared at the Transformed, still hugging. He turned to face David, still growling. "Which one did it?"

"Did-"

"Which one stuck its cock in your mouth?" Bailey said. "I'm gonna find it and kick its ass for doing that to my friend before I could do it!"

The two of them stared at each other, David going red as Bailey went white. "Uh, I mean, I -"

"Um...flattered, Bailey, really, but..." He looked down, and went even more red. "I don't think...I REALLY don't think...that would be a good idea."

"Why not? We've been friends for a long time."

"Yeah, but there's two problems right now," David pointed out, feeling the eyes of the group locked on them, knowing that their mouths must be opened wide in more than mild shock.

"Name 'em. They can't be that bad," Bailey said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, first, THAT -" he pointed at the bulge in Bailey's pants, which at this moment threatened to rip the big man's pants off, "-is going to either dislocate my jaw or break it; not sure which, but I don't really want to find someone to set that particular set of bones while we're in here."

The frankness of the statement even surprised David, but it had the effect on Bailey he was hoping for. Blushing, the big guy adjusted himself in his pants, trying to adjust it so that it wasn't that big. "Well...I guess that's a good reason...and the second?"

"Because..." He took a deep breath, shaking his head a few times as a part of him pressed him to take advantage of the situation. "For the same reason that you and Ashley shouldn't really be doing anything. You guys have already started transforming, and it's only a matter of time before you start transforming more. See this?" He grabbed his tail, making sure that Bailey saw it before he let it go. "This happened because one of them let out a lot of pre in my mouth. Think what might happen if you started trying, even if you could fit it in my mouth." About to go on, he leaned to the side. "Uh, Bailey, lizard on your left."

POW!

The reptile went flying just as it managed to get out of the water, sailing across the canal of water and hitting the side of the attraction. He slumped against it, rolling down it and gradually making his way back to the canal by way of incline. As he splashed back into it, David continued. "But the thing is, we're trying to get out of here without getting changed; the more sex that we have - fun as it might be - the more we'll change. At least, I think so; I could be wrong, but I really don't want to test it." He patted Bailey's arm. "You understand, right?"

Sighing, Bailey nodded, absently smacking a german shepherd Transformed that walked out. "Yeah...I understand. But can we test it later?"

"I guess, but not now. Now's a very bad idea."

"So was your most recent VIOLATION!"

All six of them almost jumped out of their skin at the sound of that voice, whipping their heads around to look up to see Rannoi floating over them again.

Oh, he'd changed, but there was no doubt it was him. The glimmering behind the eyes, the way that he floated in the air; even though he wore a pirate coat and carried a long rifle instead of a cane didn't fool them for a second. It was him again.

He floated down to the ground, chuckling to himself as he strutted forward. The ring of hair around his face had been replaced, and he had a beard now instead. His skin had turned ebony black, and he wore a blue captain's coat like something out of a navy officer's closet. On his head was a red hat, marked with a cross, and he had a miniature flag attached to it, flying the Jolly Roger.

Stopping in front of them, he leaned forward, wiggling a finger under Ashley's chin. "Heh, Polly want a cracker, parrot? Polly want a cracker?" he said, before pulling his hand back just in time to avoid a quick snap at his fingers. "NAUGHTY! Bad parrot!" The rifle whipped out, the butt of it hitting her in the chest enough to knock her back a pace, just before he pulled it up, aiming down the barrel.

He pulled the trigger, but instead of a bullet shooting out, it was a blast of red light, two of them, fired one after the other towards the bird-woman. She collapsed to her knees, hugging herself as Rannoi started walking along, looking down their line, meeting their eyes as he walked by with his insane, laughing gaze. Not once did his smile drop off of his face, nor did he look at all concerned about the changes that had already happened to them.

Not daring to watch the park owner too long, David looked towards Ashley, watching as she clutched her arms to her chest. The feathers on her arms were spreading further and further along, going up her arms towards her shoulders. It was faster this time than it had been with her hands, the feathers almost literally going pop pop pop as they sprouted out of her arms, covering her with more of the green layer. She shuddered as they grew, and as she changed, David could see that his friend wasn't freaking out.

Instead, she looked like she was biting her lips to keep from moaning at the transformation. He shuddered at the thought, barely understanding it. The transformation with his own tail had been painful, very painful; how could she look like she was getting excited about it? Did the extra transformations feel that good as they occured?

The feathers soon reached her shoulders, spreading a little bit past them up to her neck. When her head suddenly dropped forward, he almost jumped from his spot, but before David could move to help her, she brought her head back up. It bobbed, turned, twitched in those rapid movements peculiar to birds. Ashley didn't even seem conscious of the fact she was doing it, either, the movements apparently happening almost on instinct as she looked around.

Just how was Rannoi doing this, David wondered. How could he be making them enjoy their own transformation as they progressed?

Strutting around them, Rannoi abruptly changed direction, walking upwards along empty space as though there were a wall standing right in front of him, his body completely horizontal as he treated the space as though it were just another floor. "So, so, my little friends, you decided to try one of Mirari's many attractions; hope you had fun." Laughing, he turned to face them again, shaking his head. "What am I saying; those tails, the silver marks around your lips? Of course you had fun, hehehe.

"But you did get my attention; you do remember rule one, right?" he said. "Anyone? Anyone want to quote it to me?"

With an audible gulp, Jeremiah stepped forward to answer. "You...said that rule one...meant that you could change anyone...that got on a ride, wasn't it?"

"Not bad, not bad, Clock Man! But no prize for you, you're not done with the rule yet." Chuckling, Rannoi continued walking along the air, suddenly shifting orientation again about twenty feet off of the ground, so that he was standing upside down. "Anyone else want to finish the rule? Anyone? Anyone?"

"But that was the rule!" Jeremiah insisted.

"Not...quite..." David muttered.

He thought he was quiet enough to go unnoticed, but Rannoi suddenly turned to him, pointing the barrel of the gun in his direction. "Yes, yes? I heard something from you, rudder man! Speak up, let us hear it."

Looking at Ashley again, David shuddered. This was going to be bad, but not speaking would violate another rule, give the crazy man another reason to transform them than he already had. He turned his head back to the waving Rannoi. "You said...you said rule one allowed you to transform anyone that rode a ride, played a game, or otherwise interacted with park property," he said quietly.

"RIGHT! Hahahah, knew you were a smart one; would be a downgrade to make you into a smartphone. Be thankful, boy, was considering it." Rannoi smirked, squatting down on whatever surface his powers held him to, and kicked off of it. Something grabbed him and carried him around the six of them, landing him right behind them. He spun his rifle in his hands, shaking his head a few times.

"Now, three of you rode the ride, so you each get a bit of a transformation. That'd be..." He looked over them, almost like he was thinking. The rifle butt suddenly thrust out, knocking Adam, Cari, and David back a step with a bump to the forehead. "That'd be you you you! I'll get to you in a minute, though.

"More important, ONE of you decided to touch the ride buttons!" Rannoi swung the rifle around, pointing it straight at Jeremiah, centered on his chest. "That is a much bigger offense, Clock Man! Only the people who work here are allowed to touch Mirari's buttons! For that, I'm going to completely remove your humanity. You LOSE! Good DAY sir!"

Everyone braced themselves for the rifle to go off, for the changes to start. David clenched his eyes shut, fists curled tight at his sides as he waited for the feeling of the rifle going off...

...Then opened his eyes again as it didn't come.

Rannoi looked at them with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. "It's no fun if you don't want it coming," he said. "Besides, a full transformation is something I want to save and savor...after the smaller punishments. So let's start...with you!"

He swung the rifle around, pointing it at Cari. "VIOLATION!" A blast of red shot out, striking her in the chest as the rifle spun around to face Adam. "VIOLATION!" Red sparked, and then flashed as it hit Adam in the throat hard enough to knock him back a pace.

Then the rifle was pointed at David, and he looked up the barrel into Rannoi's eyes. There was no regret, no darkness in those eyes; just a bizarre, insane glee that could never be satisfied, never be destroyed, only indulged.

The red light shot from the end, and for a moment, it completely blinded him to the world around him, so bright and powerful that he could see nothing but red. He groaned, lifting his hands to his eyes as he rapidly rubbed them, trying to get his sight back.

No sooner had he started rubbing his eyes, though, then he felt a tingling around his feet. It started out small, almost at the edge of his awareness, but it rapidly grew, growing from a slight tingle to an overwhelming itch that took all of his self control to not start scratching at it desperately. Even with that, though, he couldn't stop himself from bending over, grabbing his shoes and squeezing them, fingers blindly working on the knots in his shoelaces to get them off before they could burst free.

Even as he struggled with his shoes, he blinked his eyes rapidly to try and see what was happening to Adam and Cari; they'd been blasted too, and had to be changing already.

Cari's was the less obvious, he saw. Despite her arms crossed over her chest, David could see that her chest was shrinking into her chest, pulled in as though being sucked through a vacuum, depressing at the tip as it was pulled further and further into her chest. "No...no..." she whimpered, grabbing at her shrinking breasts through her clothes, her tail from the transformation in the ride twitching behind her, the rings along it more visible outside even as she moved it almost blurringly fast.

Her top fell flatter and flatter across her chest as they disappeared, and Cari fell to her knees as she pressed her hands desperately against the slight bumps that were all that she had left. Even those were disappearing, though David could no longer see the details of that; her hands were more than big enough to cover her smaller breasts now, and they were getting easier and easier to hide.

Wincing at the tears coming down her face, David turned to Adam, hoping that he was faring somewhat better. Almost immediately he shuddered at the sight.

A lighter brown fur than that covering his legs was spreading out from his throat, covering Adam's neck and his shoulders. The fur was like a hand, squeezing his throat into a narrower and narrower shape, and just like Cari, he'd been driven to his knees by the transformation, though in his case more from a case of having no air than due to devastation over the change.

Coarse and plentiful, the fur spread fast along his narrow neck and over his shoulders, as well as up his face, particularly under his chin. To David's astonishment, it...hooked...under Adam's chin, and started pulling it out from his face. No sounds of bone grinding against bone could be heard, even though there should have been some sort of pain from this; there was only a surreal sight of Adam's furry face gradually getting pulled out in a narrow point, nose and lips pulled out from the face into the shape of a narrow muzzle.

As the fur spread along the sides of his face, the sides of his face were tugged out. Cheeks pulled by invisible fingers were pulled to the side, making the bottom half of his face chubbier, rounder, almost like a fox's face...or a coyote.

He watched as the fur turned dark again about halfway up Adam's head, at least on the side, spreading up to his ears. They lengthened, twitched, grew longer, and the same invisible hands that had pulled his cheeks outwards to the sides pulled them towards the top of his head, drawing little whimpers from Adam's lips as they were pulled away from their rightful place to where the transformation demanded that they be.

It didn't take long for the fur to fully cover Adam's face, and the changes to the physical shape followed shortly after. David was sure that Adam couldn't see himself, but if he could, he knew that Adam would have the same thought that he was having right now.

Wile E. Coyote. From the shoulders up and the legs down, Adam had turned into Wile E. Coyote from the cartoons.

"What...that can't be happening!" Jeremiah shouted from the sidelines. "He's not real; that's impossible!"

"Haven't you noticed, Leader Boy? Everything's impossible until someone makes it possible." Rannoi laughed. "I can do whatever I want to you, so long as I play by the Rules of Wonder. I told you the rules, you ignored them, and now I get my fun. Hee hee, hee hee, ha ha, ha ha." Leaping out of reach before the shambling hulk that was Bailey could take more than one step, he floated over the Transformed, standing at attention like he was mimicking a soldier with his rifle and officer uniform.

David only barely had a chance to watch that before he felt the pressure in his shoes remind him of his own situation. He grunted, going back to untying his shoelaces, tugging on them in desperation to get them off before his feet had changed too much to allow it.

He managed to get the shoelaces undone before the swelling got to be too strong. David groaned, his fingers curling into fists at the feeling of the tightness inside of his shoes, feeling his toes pressed hard against the ends of them, the sides of the shoes constricting his feet hard. Yet...despite that...he felt some pleasure from it. He felt the odd twitching to his groin that he'd felt when the panther was in his mouth, the need to let it continue, the desire to be...to be changed.

The fight between his urges - to remove his shoes and to be transformed - made him lose concentration, and he lost his balance, falling on his ass. He had a perfect view as his feet continued changing, his shoes finally giving up the ghost right in front of him.

Toes split through the ends of the shoes first, breaking the tip open as his foot got too long to be contained inside of the shoe any longer. David watched as a thin webbing spread between the toes, a layer of skin that he knew was there to make swimming easier for swimming creatures, shuddering as he watched his toes get connected by the new flesh. Despite the incredible sight, though, David couldn't move, couldn't reach down to touch it to confirm what he was seeing.

No, he was too busy trying to hide how his body wanted to react to the changes, how an increasingly large part of him wanted it, and wanted it to continue spreading across his body. It felt...it felt so good while he was being transformed, so wrong, but so good.

But he had to fight it, no matter how much he wanted to give in.

Two soft flops broke the silence as his shoes finished splitting, the extra width to his feet breaking them along the sides as well. The undersides of the shoes were almost completely detached from the rest of them, making the shoes almost useless.

The change stopped shortly afterwards, fur and pads growing in almost numbly after the actual physical shape of his foot had been changed. David groaned to himself as he reached down, undoing his shoes the rest of the way, pulling the useless things off. Looked like he was going to be barefoot for a while, he thought to himself, looking for a trash can to throw his shoes in.

He spotted one that was right next to the ride, and he walked over to it. The paved ground felt strange to his feet, but oddly good as well, as though walking barefoot was natural, and having shoes on was completely wrong. It was a good feeling...almost too good in some ways, but he tried to ignore that.

Pausing by the garbage can, David asked, "If I throw these away, will I be giving you another reason to transform me?"

"Not this time, not this time," Rannoi said. He'd shifted position once again, humming as he walked along the pavement on his hands, his rifle floating around behind him as walked around. "Like to keep Mirari clean, so will give you a break on this one. Good man, though, good man for being nice to Mirari."

There was nothing about being nice to the park in his thoughts, and it made him worry that he was almost disappointed that the park owner wasn't going to transform him further for throwing the shoes away. But it was better to throw them away now, while he wasn't going to get transformed, than wait and risk more. At least, that's what he told himself as he threw the rags of his shoes away.

David rejoined the others. Cari had managed to collect herself, though she still had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and she was blushing hard as she looked down at herself again and again, shaking her head each time. She really seemed to be taking the loss of her breasts very hard, he thought to himself.

Adam looked at the park owner, watching him as he flipped up in the air. He opened his mouth to say something-

-and was swiftly bonked on the head with a sign, a white block attached to a wooden stick. Adam winced, holding one hand to his head as he caught the sign in the other.

The print on it was big, blocky, and easy to read. It said, "Hey FUCKER!" on it, and Adam's eyes went wide. He started to open his mouth again, and once more, a sign appeared above him. This time, however, he was able to catch it; it said, "What the hell?" on it.

"You know that the coyote can't talk," Rannoi said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "So signs it is. I'm even being nice, not making you carry so many around, not making you write; better treat for you, better fun for me, don't you think?"

As Adam threw the signs on the ground and crossed his arms, Rannoi turned to Jeremiah. "Heh, didn't forget about you, Clock Man; bet you can guess your transformation."

"You seem to have been saying it the whole time," Jeremiah said. "Some sort of clock?"

"We have a winner! Ding ding ding!" He laughed, flicking the rifle down and aiming it directly at Jeremiah's head. "Not quite a clock, but better! Now you'll never have to worry about the time again, never have to worry about being wrong."

David couldn't help but whimper under his breath. He wanted to help Jeremiah; he knew that the others wanted to help too. But there was no way that they could actually do anything. Rannoi was too strong, and whatever power he had - magic or otherwise - would be more than sufficient to stop anything that they did.

Despite that, Cari tried to move closer to him, tried to stand in front of him. She started to say something, but before she could, Jeremiah pushed her away. Hard.

As she landed against Bailey's chest, he shook his head at her. "No," he said.

That was all. Just a simple no. Whether that was because it was all he had to say, or because the ray of light cut off his speech after that, David didn't know, but it was all he said.

The light seemed more hellish than before as it surrounded Jeremiah, lifting him off of the ground even as he squirmed against it, fighting against the energy's pull. Shudders and trembles spread across his limbs as he was held spread-eagle off of the ground, floating in the power of Rannoi and Mirari.

They watched helplessly as he immediately began to shrink, his body dropping in height by the foot, going to five feet, four feet, three feet tall, and still shrinking further and further. His clothes fell off of his body, but by the time that he was exposed, he was barely half a foot tall, and his back was to them, so there was nothing to be seen of his body besides his back.

There was no screaming; Jeremiah didn't make a sound as his body was shrunk to the size of a fist, and then a little smaller. He was silent as one of his legs was pulled away from his body, tugged out longer and longer. It...segmented, the limb twisting in many places, as it turned from flesh to metal, and from metal into a chain, linked together in different places. It swayed in the wind, drawn down by gravity to point towards the ground.

What mass remained of Jeremiah's body was pulled tight around itself, formed into a circle rather than the rough oval of a human torso. He was turned to face them again, and David gasped at what he saw.

Jeremiah's face had been pulled into the center of his new circular body, with his arms attached to his new middle. The leg that hadn't been twisted into a chain wrapped around his body, forming a circle that eventually met at the thigh of the same leg that made the circle. For the main part of the watch, the part that showed the clock numbers, it seemed to be made of Jeremiah's skin, or at least it was the same color. Two small eyes looked out from under the number 12, it and the other numbers the same color as Jeremiah's hair.

What remained of Jeremiah's face disappeared shortly after, leaving behind only the eyes, looking out at them with a slowly disappearing glint of fear, gradually replaced by a small glow of happiness as the change completed, a black and silver pocket-watch floating in mid-air.

As the transformation finished, leaving behind a pocket-watch with eyes and all-too-human looking arms pointing at the numbers within, the pocket-watch fell. Rannoi snapped it up in a quick motion, smiling to himself as he looked at his handiwork. "My my my...you grabbed one clover piece, and you lost one of your group. Quite a coincidence, hmm? Quite a bit of fun." He chuckled, his fingers turning the gears inside of the watch. "Wonder if it'll happen each time you find a piece. Who knows, hmm? Who knows?"

He tossed them the pocket-watch, and Cari only just caught it before it hit the ground. Rannoi smirked. "Keep track of that. Your time as real humans is up; watch the time tick down before you lose everything. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

With a rumbling laugh from park and owner, Rannoi leaped into the air like he had spring loaded legs, disappearing into the darkness above.