FSE

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A/N: So recently, I started on another series, because why not. At first this started out as various transformation ideas that developed in my head, but as time went on, I started to think about this story more and more, and the plot grew exceedingly fast. And then I started typing, and now here we are.

I won't give out too much information just yet, but overall, this is a series where humans and "anthros" coexist and try to live amongst each other, despite their differences. Each arc consists of one character, or two, or even a group of characters who each are involved in their own subplot and are trying to overcome their own personal problems or situations. Once an arc ends, the point-of-view will shift over to someone else, or over to some other plot.

The series will contain sex, lots of transformation scenes, some toilet humor, some feet/paw related stuff, and blood, violence, gore, and pretty much anything else that would give Michael Bay a boner. :p So without further ado, have fun reading!

Also, unlike my FA account, I won't be posting any chapters for Beasts until an entire arc is finished. This way, the readers here can read an entire arc back to back without waiting for me to post the next chapter. ;)

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She couldn't stop running, not when that nasty creature was after her. The young woman panted and breathed heavily as she dragged her legs through the woods, shouting as she tore her buttoned dark green shirt against a tree. The woman looked down at the spot where she ripped her clothing and swore. She had to get away, and the amount of blood running down her skin wouldn't do her any good. She heard the beast sniffing and growling in the distance, the monstrous creature longing for her blood. The young woman resumed running, panting again and sweating, the mud getting all over her socks and the bottoms of her jeans. She suddenly heard the beast snarl viciously, followed by dozens of leaves rustling in the distance. The woman screamed and sprinted faster than she could ever dream. But the beast had found her; his footpaws were pounding against the ground, creating faint tremors as he got closer and closer.

"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" she screeched.

The woman came across a fallen tree. She quickly jumped over it, but her foot got caught on the wood, and she found herself tumbling over and falling face first on the ground. The woman panted and sobbed as she flipped herself over and began to crawl backwards, hoping the beast had lost her. But then the creature jumped over the log and landed right in front of her, snarling again as he looked down at his prey.

"No...no, please," the woman begged.

The young woman could tell what had been chasing her now: an anthro. More specifically, a giant grizzly bear. All the woman could do was stare at the beast as he breathed heavily. He wore clothes like most anthros do, but they were raggedy. His jeans were torn, and his brown shirt was ripped from another beast's claws. The burly creature was chubby like most bears, but the woman was more intimidated by all his muscles around his legs, chest, and arms, and his thick, unkempt fur made him look more feral. His eyes were yellow, his circular ears were small and fuzzy, and his muzzle was wide and had a big black nose on the upper end of it. The anthro growled as he got closer to his prey, revealing his long black claws on each of his paws that were big enough to cover someone's face.

"What a special treat," the anthro growled. "A tasty human!"

"Please..." the young woman begged again.

But the bear didn't care. He got so close to the woman that she could feel his body heat and smelled the musk coming from his fur. The bear brandished his paws and claws at the woman, ready to grab her. He lowered his head so she could clearly see it and grinned. Then he opened his mouth wide, revealing a slobbery maw filled with dozens of yellow, sharp teeth. The brown bear exhaled, blowing his hot breath in the woman's face as he drooled. The young woman scowled and immediately covered her nose.

"Oh god--fuck this," she mumbled.

The woman dug into her pants pocket and pulled out a small bottle. She aimed right for the bear's open maw and sprayed strange fluids inside four times. The anthro gagged and began to cough violently as the odd, sweet-smelling fluids got caught in his throat. The young woman exhaled and slowly stood up, while the bear kept on coughing.

"What the hell, Cindy?!" said the bear in-between coughs.

"It's breath spray. Calm down," said the woman.

The grizzly bear stopped coughing and shook his head. "We're supposed to be reenacting a murder here!"

"How the fuck do you expect me to sit here and play damsel in distress when your breath smells like dog shit?"

"Like I said, we're reenacting what happened to the victim! I seriously doubt the anthro that killed her had fresh breath or cared about her feelings."

Cindy scoffed. "How would you know?"

The grizzly bear rolled his eyes and sighed. "You're absolutely right, Cindy! 'Oh my god! A terrible, ravenous beast is about to eat me alive and rip me to shreds! But that's okay, cause I got breath spray! I sure am glad that the beast who's about to painfully rip my body apart with his teeth will have minty-fresh breath!'"

The young woman sighed heavily and ran a hand through her blonde hair. "Fuck it. Let's just head back to the crime scene. We found out what we needed to know."

The grizzly bear huffed. "Sure. We'll just tell the detectives that the victim tried to fend off her attacker with breath spray. I'm sure they'll believe us."

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Cindy and the bear walked up to the two detectives with a carefree attitude, not even caring that both of them were still examining the scene near the alley and trying to retrace the killer's steps. The infamous chalk outline was all over the sidewalk, and the yellow tape was still surrounding the scene even though the body showed up several hours ago and had been scooped up by the coroners. The grizzly bear could still smell the faint odor of the corpse hanging in the air, although all the other scents of the humans and anthros he came across were lingering in his nasal cavity. The two detectives sensed the duo was coming before they even saw them, as they always had a habit of pestering them at most inconvenient of times.

"Oh great, it's the PI and her giant Teddy bear," said the first detective, an aging man in a navy blue suit who had a thick beard and short brown hair.

"Hey, I am not a giant Teddy bear! Do I look all fluffy and cuddly to you guys?"

The second detective, a younger man who had trimmed his hair and looked like he recently got out of college, scratched his head and shrugged.

"To be honest--"

"Never mind; don't answer that."

Cindy ignored the other two and looked at the older police officer. "Eddie--"

"Detective," the older man snapped.

Cindy huffed. "Detective Laften, we're seriously making progress on this case. Sooner or later, you two are gonna need our help."

"We got it from here, Cindy."

"That's Miss Wellers, Detective Laften," snapped the grizzly bear.

Detective Laften flared his nostrils as he looked at the ursine who was folding his arms. The older man stopped inspecting the crime scene and sighed as he approached the duo.

"All right then, whatcha got for us?"

"For starters, we don't believe the woman was killed in the city. There was no blood splattered on the walls, no droplets of blood anywhere else besides this one spot on the sidewalk. This woman was torn apart, Detective. Don't you think we should've found other pieces of her scattered all over the place?" asked Cindy.

"What's your point?" asked the younger detective.

"The point," the grizzly bear started, "is that we believe this woman was killed somewhere else, probably the forest. Maybe she was kidnapped from her home at night while she was sleeping; that would explain why the victim didn't leave shoe prints anywhere. Maybe she got lost and was hunted down for sport. But we're more than certain that she was killed elsewhere and her body was dumped here. Whoever this killer is, he or she's mocking you."

Detective Laften flared his nostrils. "And the killer's an anthro."

The ursine huffed and rolled his eyes. "Not this shit again..."

"I'm just saying, Welton--or Mr. Travyn, whichever you prefer" the detective resumed. "It's been less than two weeks and five women have been brutally murdered in the city by anthros. I'm starting to think that you creatures are losing control over your instincts."

"And I'm starting to think that you humans need a scapegoat for everything. Sure, yeah, these humans were murdered by our kind, but how do you know it wasn't you humans who hired an anthro to do it?"

Detective Laften blinked. "You guys are looking for answers that aren't here. There's a serial killer out there murdering women, and judging by all their wounds, the killer's most likely an anthro. End of story."

"Actually, you failed to mention that all of the women killed were employees of Krazzer Labs," Cindy added.

The younger detective blinked. "Yeah, that is true in fact. Even our most recent victim, uh, Debbie Lawson, she was their chief science officer."

The grizzly bear smirked. "Don't you think we anthros have better things to do with our lives besides killing CSOs, Detective?"

Detective Laften didn't say anything. He held his tongue as he looked at Cindy and the plump grizzly bear. But the younger detective was curious to see what the two private investigators were up to.

"So where do we go from here?"

"You two check out Krazzer Labs," said Cindy. "These killings aren't random; whoever's doing this is trying to harm the company for whatever reason. Maybe they're doing something that could be harmful to the anthros in the long run and all these killings are warnings?"

Cindy shrugged. "Just a theory."

"And what are you two gonna do until we find something useful?" asked Detective Laften.

The grizzly bear shrugged. "Oh, you know. Laze around. Eat coffee and drink doughnuts. Get high. The type of shit you cops usually do in your free time."

"What Welton here means is that we're gonna talk to our informants and do some more investigating on our own. Hopefully we'll find something important we can relay to the department."

Detective Laften sighed. "Obviously I can't stop you--especially since I've tried to several times already. You guys got your licenses and we're not gonna force you to sit on your hands...or paws. You do what you want. Just make sure you stay out our way and don't make anything worse."

"Whatever you say!" said Welton.

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The duo walked around the city nonchalantly, slowly thinking about how drastically everything had changed. The world only recognized humans before this generation. No one cared for anthros. No one tolerated anthros. No one wanted anthros in their society. But there the grizzly bear was, walking alongside his shorter companion, not bothering to notice all the other furry or scaly creatures occupying the streets. Anthros of all shapes and sizes were in the city now, all dressed the way humans dressed, talking and walking the way humans did. But it was impossible for an anthro to hide who he or she truly was, so humans could spot them immediately. As Welton walked beside Cindy, he spotted a melanistic fox talking on his cell phone as he sat at the bus stop. Two gray wolves were chewing noisily on their bloody meat sandwiches. The bear even spotted a beast no different from him scratching his dark fur and picking food crumbs out of it. And all the humans in the area were doing the same thing, talking, eating, sitting, standing, heading to work, enjoying their day without a care in the world. It seemed like a perfect society for any creature to live in.

But the grizzly bear knew better. He knew the humans were glancing at him with scowls on their faces. He knew the furless creatures were looking at him, expecting him to snap and make a scene, simply so they'd have something to whine and complain about in the news the next day. Welton looked around the streets of the city and the giant buildings. Skyscrapers were all around in one district, while other districts were not as populated. The one they were currently walking through was occupied with smoothie and deli shops, small-time shopping centers, post offices and the occasional nightclub that allowed both anthros and humans inside. Welton found a new scent with each step he took: fresh fish from an oriental restaurant, burnt trash from an alleyway, a couple of human and anthro skaters who needed a shower, and even the mouth-watering scent of cherry pie from the bakery. Welton couldn't help but wonder what this city would look like if it was only populated with anthros, or humans for that matter. He was sure that all the buildings and people (or anthros) would still be around, but at least all the tension that hung around in the air would be gone.

But Welton didn't know. He couldn't dwell on it. This was the world he lived in. He'd just have to deal with it until things changed. The brown bear scratched his head moments before Cindy walked over to the district's main doughnut shop, a place called Glazers. The brown bear followed her inside and was immediately swarmed with the sweet fragrances of all the hot doughnuts being prepared in the back. The bear forced himself not to make a scene; the last thing he wanted to appear as was a drooling slob who hadn't eaten in days, even though he ate just a couple of hours ago. Glazers wasn't too crowded right now, in large part because it was still in the middle of the day and most of the humans and anthros were at work. Cindy and Welton walked up to the cashier without even having to wait and immediately took their order.

"Hey, it's Cindy and her Teddy bear!" said the cashier, a friendly and voluminous grayish-black alligator.

"Watch it, Andy," growled Welton.

The reptile chuckled. "So what'll it be today guys? Another baker's dozen mashup?"

"Sure, that'll do," said Cindy.

"All righty then! Just wait here and we'll have your order done in a moment!"

It didn't take long before the doughnuts were ready. Andy and the other employees were accustomed to the duo's typical orders by now, so all they needed to do was grab the already-cooked doughnuts off the conveyor belt, place them inside a box, and wrap it all up to give to the two customers. Once they got their box of doughnuts, Cindy paid Andy and he thanked them for their services. Cindy and Welton sat down at a booth beside the window and opened up the box, revealing several different doughnuts that were either jelly or cream-filled, or glazed to the point that they looked sleeker than a recently-washed sports car. Cindy grabbed a chocolate-glazed doughnut and started to bite into it, while Welton grabbed a cream-filled doughnut with his huge paw and stuffed the entire thing inside his maw, chewing and smacking on it with his mouth open.

"I don't see why that detective won't remove that crowbar he's got jammed up his ass," mumbled Welton.

"You're not exactly helping your situation by baiting him all the time. It's like you want him to get angry at you so he'll start ranting about anthros and you two can get into an argument."

Welton swallowed hard and grabbed another doughnut. "Cindy, I've said it before and I'll say it again: you humans need to learn to take responsibility for your goddamn actions. Everytime something goes wrong, you humans always go like, 'Oh, well this wouldn't have happened if so-and-so had done this!' or 'The only reason why that plane crashed was because this company didn't do this!' or 'Vidja games! That's the real reason why kids and college students are walking into schools with guns nowadays!'"

Welton scoffed and shook his head as he stuffed the doughnut in his mouth. "It's bullshit and you know it. At least we anthros aren't afraid to admit to the crap we do."

"Yes, Welton. I'm so glad to know that you have no problem telling me whenever you cut a huge fart in the car when we're driving somewhere," grumbled Cindy.

"You better watch yourself, Cindy. I've been giving you a break all week; don't make me hotbox your ass after I eat at Taco Bell."

Cindy huffed and ignored him. The two creatures kept eating doughnuts in silence, although Cindy was only on her second one when Welton was on his sixth. He swallowed a hefty doughnut with sprinkles on it before exhaling and starting up another conversation.

"So you really think these killings aren't random?"

"I used to, but after last night?" Cindy shook her head. "They killed the CSO, Welton. That's taking a big fuckin' risk, dont'cha think? Whoever's doing this obviously knows something about the company. Maybe it's an anthro who got screwed over or-or maybe some disgruntled group of employees hired a few mercenaries to rip these people up."

"Or maybe some cannibalistic human with long nails got creative and is making us take the blame," said Welton as he shoveled a jelly-filled pastry in his mouth.

"We've examined the crime scenes and bodies. You and I both know the killer's an anthro."

"I guess...but even so, you and I also know that there's more to these murders than some disgruntled employee or some wild predator looking for revenge."

"Maybe we should go talk to Gomez after this. He used to work for Krazzer Labs; he even worked on a few experiments with them. Failed experiments, but regardless, he knows their policy and what they're capable of."

"...There's also another theory you haven't thought about yet."

"What's that?"

Welton rubbed the whiskers around his muzzle. "Maybe the victims wanted to die?"

Cindy looked at the grizzly bear with disgust. "Welton!"

"What?! I'm just sayin'! You humans are into some disgusting shit sometimes!"

"And you anthros aren't?"

"Uh, we don't wear fake animal suits or go around sniffing each other's dirty feet, Cindy."

"Uh, we don't go around banging each other in public, or against the window, and we don't participate in orgies ranging over the number thirty--all things you have shamelessly done, Welton."

"Well, we don't get hard over images of people being eaten alive! I can understand most fetishes--even ones for feet--but vore? What kind of stupid-ass fetish is that to fantasize about being eaten by some wild creature?"

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Welton. The victims who were killed recently all wanted to get eaten."

Cindy closed her eyes and slowly began to touch herself in the booth, moving her body around a little as she rubbed her hands around her breasts and midriff.

"'Ooh yeah...oh yeah baby, eat me. Mmm, I love dyin'! The pain is so good. Oh god...ohh!'"

Welton laughed as he stuffed another doughnut into his mouth and played along. "'Yeah baby, scream for me! I'm gonna drool all over your face and lick your fat ass and tits, get you aaaaaaall nice and slick so you'll go down my gullet real smooth-like!'"

Cindy moaned a bit louder than she should have. "'Yes...yes! Oh god, your hot breath is so soothing! It smells so rank! Your teeth are so sharp and menacing; I can't wait for you to chew on me!'"

Welton snickered. "'I'm ain't gonna chew, bitch! I'm gonna ravage you!'"

"'Yes...'"

"'I'm gonna go to town on that pretty-ass flesh of yours! Gonna dig my teeth all up in it...'"

"'Yes...'"

"'Gonna munch on them bones 'til they pop!'"

"'Yes!'"

"'GONNA TEAR OUT YOUR ORGANS AND SQUEEZE THEM 'TIL THEY EXPLODE!'"

"'YES!'"

The duo kept making a very loud commotion, saying absurd, lewd things about vore as their voices grew louder and louder. At some point, Cindy started to slam her hands against the table, moaning so loudly that it sounded like she was about to have an orgasm. And Welton wasn't being any quieter, as the bear was snarling and drooling with saliva running down his mouth. He pretended that the final doughnut was a poor, helpless victim and noisily ripped it apart with his teeth, slobbering all over the place like a wild creature. Cindy and Welton suddenly stopped pretending when they looked around the shop and noticed that every single human and anthro was looking at them with either disgust or wide eyes. Cindy's eyes grew wide when she realized she was touching herself in-between her legs. Welton let bits of the chewed-up doughnut fall from his mouth and wiped his maw off just as Cindy's entire face began to turn red.

"...Shit, I forgot people were still in here," whispered Welton.

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The bear and human being walked away from the doughnut shop feeling self-conscious as ever, praying that no one recorded their "incident" and uploaded the outburst on YouTube. The last thing they needed was to be the center of a meme on the Internet. Cindy straightened up her hair and exhaled as they slowly reached an apartment complex a few blocks away from the doughnut shop.

"Let's erase whatever nonsense that just happened back there from our minds," muttered Cindy.

The ursine blinked. "What nonsense?"

Cindy smirked. "Good job. Now try not to be...you when we talk to Gomez. He's already a bit creeped out over what happened the last time we visited him."

"Pssh! What, is the little mousey-wousey gonna freak out if I threaten to smash his kneecaps?"

"You had your claws out at the time, Welton. I'm surprised Gomez didn't shit himself."

"Sure as hell smelled like he did..."

The human being ignored him and knocked on Gomez's door a few times. The bear and human waited outside, expecting someone to answer, but no one came to the door. Cindy knocked on the door again and sighed, hoping that someone hadn't have already gotten to the rodent. Cindy heard rustling from inside and exhaled with relief.

"All right, all right--I'm coming!"

A few seconds later, the red door opened up, revealing a small gray mouse clad in baggy pants and a plaid red shirt. He was about to open his mouth to greet Cindy when he saw the grizzly bear standing at her side. Gomez screamed and prepared to slam the door shut when Welton jammed his arm in the doorway and kept the door open.

"I told you not to bring your vicious bear back here!" the mouse cried.

"It's okay, Gomez! He already told me he's not gonna do anything!"

"I need to hear it from him then!"

Welton huffed. "I won't threaten to shove my footpaw up your ass."

"And?"

"I won't try to rip out your spine."

"Aaaaaaaand?"

"I won't try to bite your ears off."

"...And?"

"Fuck this."

Welton kicked open the door with his left leg, causing the rodent to shout when the door was bashed against his face, knocking him backwards. The grizzly bear stomped inside the rodent's home and walked into the living room while Cindy sighed and shook her head. She stepped inside Gomez's home as well and shut the door before helping the mouse up.

"Ow...that bear is not nice," mumbled the rodent.

"I can hear you very clearly, Gomez," growled Welton.

Cindy and Gomez tuned the bear out. The human being straightened up Gomez's shirt and some of the fur on the top of his head.

"You all right?"

"I'm fine; it's just a bump on the nose."

"So you got any new intel for us or what?" barked Welton.

Gomez snorted. "It's nice to see you too. And not up here! We gotta head down to my cave...you guys know that."

Welton was about to say something regarding Gomez's cave, but Cindy flashed a stern look at him and he kept his mouth shut. The mouse lived on the bottom floor of the apartment complex, so he had access to the basement level. As Gomez walked around in his living room, he looked around the various carpets he had scattered across the floor before lifting up a Persian blue and magenta-colored one. There was a small latch that led down into the basement of the apartment--a latch that easily could've been missed if someone wasn't paying close attention. Gomez bent down and pulled on it, revealing the trap door that had been built into the floor. Shortly after he lifted it up all the way, he gestured for Cindy and Welton to come inside. The rodent walked down a rusty ladder that led into complete darkness. Cindy came in after him, with Welton trailing in last. He closed the trap door and grunted when he hopped off the ladder and landed on the floor with a loud crunch.

"CAREFUL! I can't have you ruining my new equipment!" said Gomez.

The mouse took a few steps around in the darkness before he reached up and grabbed the switch for the small light bulb. He tugged on it tightly, causing the light to click on and fill the small basement with radiance. Welton sniffed the air once and scowled. The basement wasn't exactly a mess--most of the trash had been disposed of in a trash bin, and for the most part, all the technological equipment, such as the computer monitors, printers, and CPUs were well-organized and only occupying one area of the small basement. But the odor of the mouse was very strong; even Cindy noticed it.

"There's this great invention called air freshener..."

"Shut it, Welton! I've been very busy these past few days...weeks. Err, what day's today?"

"The 18th," said Cindy.

Gomez rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Jesus, already?"

"Um, how long are you usually down here, Gomez? When'd you last sleep? Or shower, for that matter?"

The mouse walked over to some of the newspapers he had taped to the wall and sniffed. "Don't have time for that. That's why they serve coffee at Glazers. 'Sides, I think someone's been following me."

"How can anyone possibly follow you without gagging?" asked Welton.

Cindy was starting to get tired of Welton's behavior. "Will you shut your goddamn mouth for once?! Last time I checked you ain't the biggest fan of taking a bath either! Gomez is the only one who's even trying to help us out here so either show him some fucking respect or go stand in that corner and be quiet!"

Welton stared at Cindy's angry expression on her face and scowled. He knew when he had pissed her off, and he knew when he needed to keep his mouth shut so he wouldn't get into any trouble or so he wouldn't exacerbate the situation. Welton wasn't in the mood for getting into another petty argument with the woman, so he snorted and quietly walked into the corner of Gomez's basement and folded his arms.

"Happy, Mom? I'm in time-out now."

Cindy didn't bother. She just waved her hands at him like she was trying to shoo away trash before muttering "fuck it" and walking back over to Gomez.

"So, whatcha got for us?"

Gomez started to point to all the newspapers he had posted on the walls, moving his paws and fingers around whenever he spoke.

"Okay, so the first murder? Krazzer Labs employee. Young woman. Ripped to shreds by some kinda wild animal. Second woman? Krazzer Labs employee. Young woman. Ripped to shreds--"

"We already know that much, Gomez. What we're hoping you'd explain is why they keep getting killed, why their bodies are being dumped in the cities."

The mouse rubbed his chin. "Uh...I'm-I'm not sure I should say. It's only a theory anyway."

"Try me. There's enough weird shit going on in this city as it is."

Gomez sat down beside one of his desks and rubbed some of his whiskers, feeling a bit exposed. He still wasn't used to sharing information this dangerous or secret to anyone yet.

"Let's...let's say that our victims were...part of an experiment. Let's...say that this experiment required them to be live bait. Let's say that, uh...Krazzer Labs has been recently concocting this new chemical that can change anthros...and humans..."

"...Keep going."

"I knew the CSO. She hated her job and she wouldn't go into detail about the stuff they made her participate in, but I'm sure she knew it wasn't legal. She was actually happy when I left because she knew that when the company went down, I wouldn't have to worry about them dragging me down with 'em. Maybe she got tired of all the stuff they made her do. Maybe she saw something she shouldn't have, heard something compromising."

"And then the company turned her into 'bait' just like the others."

Gomez nodded. "That's my theory."

"So what exactly is Krazzer Labs doing that's so horrible that they're willing to have their own scientists mauled to death by anthros?"

The mouse started to sift through more papers. "_That's_what scares me. Y'see, I've heard that a few people have gone missing--homeless people, runaways, people who don't really 'matter' in society--people we wouldn't give a shit about if they went missing. Their bodies aren't turning up and their families haven't said they've returned, so--"

"No," Cindy interrupted him. "It-it can't be that...we gotta head to Krazzer Labs ourselves; those detectives won't believe this even if we tell 'em. I can understand them killing their own employees to keep a secret under wraps, but using human beings as live test subjects? That's insane!"

"You're talking to a bipedal mouse who's speaking English and wearing clothes."

Cindy couldn't respond to that. Gomez was right. The world they lived in today was nothing like it was a decade ago, and it would certainly change again in another ten years, hopefully for the better.

"Thank you, Gomez. Welton and I will try to look into this later."

The mouse wiggled his nose as he continued to ruffle through the papers. He scooted a little closer to Cindy before glancing over his shoulder to take a quick peek at the agitated bear with his arms still folded.

"So, uh, what's up with your Teddy bear? He's being more of an asshole than usual," Gomez whispered.

Cindy glanced at Welton too before shying away from the furry beast. "He's just got a lot on his mind right now. He was fine up until these murders started."

"Is he drinking again?"

Gomez's voice was so low that Cindy didn't hear him at first. She looked down at the rodent's brown eyes as he blinked before pausing. She was tempted to say "no" so Gomez would drop this subject entirely, but she knew that something was seriously wrong with him.

"He might be. I don't know; I think I smelled it on his breath this morning."

"The last thing you need--"

"I know, Gomez," Cindy snapped.

"Just saying...it's hard having a partner who's a drunk. I don't know why you're still working with him."

"He needs me. We have a complicated history together, and that's all I'm gonna say. Just think of me as his sponsor and maybe you'll understand."

"Well feel free to hire me as your new partner when Teddy over there goes berserk and ends up in jail."

"That's not gonna happen. And thanks, but I don't think we could be partners...even if you are kinda cute."

Gomez let out a little squeak and giggled coyly as he looked up at the human being. "Y-you think I'm cute?"

Cindy smiled. "Course I do, with those big brown eyes and these large round ears of yours."

Gomez started to giggle as Cindy began to play with the rodent's ears, rubbing the back of them and wiggling them in her hands. The mouse started to wag his tail happily, almost hitting Cindy in the legs as the tail thrashed left and right. Welton watched as the woman rubbed the mouse's scalp and growled in his throat.

"Are you guys done flirting with each other yet?" he snapped.

"You be nice," said Cindy sternly.

"S'matter Teddy bear? Cindy doesn't rub your ears the way she rubs mine?"

"Don't call me Teddy bear! And no, Cindy, you don't. Wouldn't mind gettin' a nice back rub every once in a while either."

Cindy stopped rubbing Gomez's ears and head and sighed. "We're gonna go now. Next thing I know he'll start whining about how I don't give him cookies for breakfast."

"Okay then. I'll see you guys later. Just make sure you check out Krazzer Labs whenever you have the time. And shut the door on your way out! Last thing I need is someone sneaking up on me with my back turned!"

"We got it. See you next time!" said Cindy.

Cindy and Welton walked out of Gomez's basement, leaving the mouse to himself as he continued to look up more Intel for the private investigators.

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The creature grinned as he looked at the test subject locked up in chains. He growled to himself and scratched his scaly skin, the gills on his neck moving slightly as he breathed. Only his most trusted allies were around him, along with a few scientists who had been coerced into performing the procedure. The creature looked around the small lab, examining all the containers of the toxic fluids. The science lab looked like many others; it was filled with various beakers, flasks, burners, and cabinets that were full of more instruments and gloves for further scientific tests. The creature sniffed the air and snarled as his gills moved again. His big snout detected the scent of blood, in large part due to the giant splatter of it all over the wall beside the door. Most of the lights were off, and all the windows were closed, so no one saw what happened, and no one would see what was about to take place.

"Give it to him," the beast said in a soft, but icy voice.

"No! W-we--you know what that does! You know what'll happen if a human's blood is mixed with those fluids!" pleaded one of the scientists.

The creature growled. "Of course I do. Which is exactly why our test subject deserves it. Now give it to him!"

The human scientist shook his head slowly, cowering as the beast aimed his gun at him. "I'm sorry, but there's--"

The scientist stopped talking when the beast took out a large military-grade knife from one of his pockets and brandished it in front of the three humans. Then he stepped into a greater portion of the light and revealed himself. The scientists had seen him before, and he was just as frightening before as he was now. The creature was a gray bull shark, a burly beast with a fin going from the back of his head down to the back of his neck. Gills were on each side of his neck, the organs occasionally moving whenever the beast took a huge breath. His snout was rounded and thick, and his giant mouth contained more teeth than the humans could see. He looked like a mercenary, dressed in black combat boots, camouflage shorts and a sleeveless light brown combat vest that showed off all the muscles on his thick arms. The bull shark growled as he stepped closer to the scientist and planted his right knee on the man's groin. The scientist grunted shortly before the shark bent down and pressed his snout against the man's face. Grinning, the shark planted the serrated edge of the knife against the man's throat.

"I forgot. You humans are sensitive when it comes to words. Will you please give the subject the concoction? And if not, then will you please tell me how much I need to give him?"

The scientist could feel the cold blade against his skin. He could smell the shark's foul breath whenever he spoke to him. He could tell just by looking into the shark's icy blue eyes that no matter what he did, this wouldn't end well for him.

"You're just gonna have to kill me. There's no--"

The shark ran his blade against the scientist's throat. The man gagged and started to gurgle as he began to choke on his own crimson. The shark sniffed the air several times and started to salivate. Seeing no point in wasting it, the shark opened his mouth wide, lowered his head, and slurped as the scientist's blood began to ooze into his maw and got all over his face. The other two scientists could only moan and whimper as they watched in horror, whilst the shark's minions observed the grisly scene with delight or no emotion at all. After the scientist bled out, the shark gulped audibly and shoved his body to the floor. He held his silenced handgun up to the other two employees and grinned, the blood still spread all over his mouth and body.

"Well now, would either of you two--"

"Two cc's! Th-that's all it requires! Two cc's!" said the last male scientist.

The shark lowered his handgun. "There. See how simple that was?"

The fish rubbed his chin and took a deep breath. "Give him four."

"What!" shouted the other scientist, a female with long black hair.

"If I double the dosage, then the subject will respond immediately! And I'm just dying to see if we can turn another human!"

"You can't do this!" pleaded the other scientist.

The shark smiled at the male scientist with gray hair, showing off his jagged white teeth. "I am doing this."

The shark's minions kept their guns pointed at the scientists while the giant fish snatched a syringe from one of the tables and grabbed a canister containing strange, peach-colored sludge. The shark opened it up only a little bit to expose the fluids before he stuck the syringe inside and started to extract the mixture.

"Don't you idiots see what's happening? He's trying to cause Armageddon! I don't care if you're anthros--do any of you know what'll happen if this concoction gets out into the public?!" asked the gray-haired scientist.

The burly, expressionless rhino simply blinked and shrugged his shoulders. "I couldn't care less."

Another anthro, a brown rat with an oversized gut, laughed and spoke in a watery, lisp-like voice. "Quit being melodramatic! This won't destroy the world! It'll change it for the better!"

"That's right, Gengy. All you humans are simply caterpillars, and this formula will help you transform into butterflies," said the shark.

The shark finished filling up the syringe and promptly flicked it a few times before depressing the plunger only a tiny bit, checking to see if the fluids would squirt out. Once that was done, the shark walked over into one of the testing chambers in the lab, a large room that looked more like a containment cell in a mental institution. There was nothing inside besides the cold metal floor, walls, and ceiling, and the window that allowed people to see inside the chamber, but didn't allow anyone in the chamber to see outside. The human chained by his wrists and ankles was starting to wake up, breathing heavily as he looked around trying to figure out what he was doing there. He was a very thin man, his arms and legs bony and his abdomen flat. His hair was a mess and he hadn't shaved in a very long time. The shark was surprised that they found the man in the alley wearing pants. He casually walked up to the unsuspecting human and grabbed his head, jerking it sideways to reveal the artery his neck.

"Wh...what're you doing?"

"Just hold still. You'll thank me later."

The man grunted when the shark stuck the needle into his neck, but he didn't scream or react very much. He simply mumbled as the shark began to depress the plunger.

"Arm...it goes in the arm, not there..." said the man quietly.

But the shark didn't listen to him. He pushed all of the fluids into the human's blood stream before removing the syringe. After he did, he slowly backed away and stepped out of the room, making sure he shut the sliding automatic steel door and locked it. Then the shark sighed heavily as he stood on the opposite side of the window and looked into the chamber.

"And now we wait," he growled.

The anthros and two scientists didn't have to wait long. The scruffy man started to feel the fluids' effects only half a minute after the shark injected them into him. He rubbed the area on his neck where he had been pierced by the needle and inhaled sharply. The man blinked a few times, his heart beating extremely fast. He started to move his hands and feet, slowly becoming aware of how uncomfortable the chains were. He rattled them a few times, hoping someone would see and let him go. Then the man groaned loudly, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He took a few deep breaths, believing he had just overdosed on some mysterious drug. The man heard odd crackling and looked down at his legs and arms. He couldn't see what was happening to his limbs, but he could feel the bones inside of them shifting around, almost as if they were popping. The man started to pant and whimper when he screamed and felt a severe pain in his stomach. He grabbed his abdomen as his insides were slowly contorting and tearing themselves apart.

"Fuck! What...what the fuck did you do to me?!"

The man screamed again as his toes and the bones in his feet began to pop. All he could do was watch in horror as his feet suddenly bulged and contorted, the toes becoming closer together. The human noticed his skin was going from peach-colored to a pale, almost grayish color very quickly. He looked at his arms and hands and noticed that the same thing was happening. As his feet crackled, the muscles in his arms and legs bulged outwards, as if someone was immediately granting him a new set of muscles and fat to use. The chains around his ankles tightened more and more, the metal digging into his flesh, until there was a metallic shattering noise. The man looked at the chains bound around his ankles and noticed that they had fallen apart; his new legs were so burly now that the chains couldn't support all the pressure of being wrapped around something so thick. The man didn't notice that his toe nails were becoming thinner and black and pointed. He felt prickly sensations all over his skin and shouted again as thousands upon thousands of strands of gray hair began to grow on his body.

"WHAT THE FU--AAAAAAAHHHH!!"

The man wouldn't stop screaming now. His entire body was in agony; he thought someone was swiftly chopping his insides apart. The man didn't even have feet now. He had footpaws, giant, furry, canine-like. His "toes" were hairy digits that were so close to each other that they looked like they were stuck together. A canine paw print was on the underside of each footpaw, making it appear like he was turning into a dog. The man felt his fingers and hands crackling and screamed as he looked at those as well. Like his feet, he noticed that he didn't have human hands anymore. They were turning into massive furry paws that were nearly the size of his face. The burning sensation within the man's body was horrific now, intolerable. He grabbed his head and started to whimper and whine, only to realize that his brown hair was falling off his scalp. He looked at the clumps of hair that was attached to his head and, confused and frantic, started to pull it off until he was bald. Even his beard had fallen off his face and was lying in his lap or on the floor.

"Make it stop...make it stop! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

The chains bound to the man's wrist snapped off as well once his new paws had fully developed. The man tried to stand up, but he felt more pain in his legs and shouted as he collapsed to the floor, his footpaws unable to handle the new body. The man writhed around, crying and screaming bloody murder as his body kept changing. Even his face wasn't immune to the effects; the scientists watched in horror as his face began to crackle and extend forward. His nose seemed to flatten and disappear into his skin while the bone structure in his head shifted forward. His teeth popped and shifted around as the man started to grow a canine muzzle. The teeth grew inside the man's new mouth, moving through the gums as the new jaw came about. The upper half of his muzzle jutted outwards and grew into a wet, spherical nose with two holes for the man to breathe through.

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE..."

The man didn't know who or what he was anymore. He lied on the floor, writhing around and screaming as his teeth became sharper and his body became buffer. Then suddenly, all the screaming stopped. The crackling and squishing was still heard, but the man didn't feel pain anymore. He felt joy, ecstasy, enthusiasm. He started to breathe heavily as his body kept transforming and turning him into a feral canine beast. Then the man hopped on his footpaws and looked down at his paws. His eyes weren't bluish-green anymore; they were dark yellow. He blinked a few times and balled his paws into fists a few times, getting the feel for his new furry paws. Then the creature laughed, letting out a deep, guttural noise that clearly wasn't human anymore. He grinned widely, showing off his new yellow teeth that were sharp enough to cut into someone's skin with a single touch. The creature snarled, saliva forming in his mouth as he felt his ears tingling. He snorted several times and began to pant heavily, his heart beating fast as the final stages of his transformation took place.

"More...m-more," the canine struggled to say. "MORE!"

The canine closed his eyes and panted and snarled as his human ears seemed to disappear into his head, bubbling until the beast no longer had any ears. He jerked his head left and right as he heard odd popping. Seconds later, a pointy extension began to appear on the right side of his head and moved upwards. The canine heard a loud crack and shouted before he felt the same bizarre sensation on the other side of his head. He hissed with a devilish grin on his face as the appendage on the left side of his head extended upwards as well. Then the organ finished growing with another loud pop and the canine shouted with glee. Two pointy ears were on each side of the beast's head, both of which were covered in fuzz and wiggling. The wolf drooled and licked his lips, unable to fathom the amount of euphoria he was going through.

"MORE!" the beast demanded.

The canine felt a pain in his backside and gritted his teeth for a moment as a small bulge began to appear around the seat of his jeans. He started to pant again, the slobber going in all directions from his mouth as he started to grin. There was a fierce crunching noise as the bulge in the beast's jeans continued to grow more and more and the canine heard slight tearing. He took a few deep breaths before roaring as a long, gray canine tail tore right through his underwear and trousers. The canine snarled and laughed happily, his body radiating with energy as he wagged his new tail. The creature's body grew more muscles and body mass as he gained weight and became taller. By the time the transformation was done, the scrawny human who was in the chamber a few minutes ago was nowhere to be found. All the scientists and anthros could see was a fearsome gray wolf in ripped blue jeans. The beast howled, unable to keep his energy and joy pent up any longer.

"Christ...what have you done?" asked the female scientist.

"Not Christ my dear. Just me! Although I suppose the people and anthros who made this formula in the first place deserve all the credit. Such a magnificent creature, isn't he?" asked the shark.

The anthros all looked inside the chamber, marveled at the beast inside. The wolf was laughing and sniffing the air constantly, occasionally walking on both his footpaws and paws or snarling to himself. The shark looked at the newly created wolf before he glanced to his left and remembered that the two frightened scientists were still alive.

"Oh, right. You two are still here."

The shark took out his silenced pistol and shot them both in the head without batting an eye. Their bodies collapsed to the floor beside the other dead scientists and left a messy splatter of blood on the wall.

"Open the door," the shark commanded.

The rhino walked over to the door unlocked it, causing the metal barrier to slide up with a loud hiss. As soon as the door opened, the wolf jerked his head towards the open door and growled. The shark quickly stepped inside before the wolf charged out on his own and approached the giant beast.

"Look at you! All pent-up with energy and rage..."

The canine's stomach growled so loudly that the shark heard it. The wolf sniffed the air and licked his choppers.

"Meat..." The wolf sniffed the air multiple times. "I smell...meat!"

The shark grinned. "Is that what you want?"

"MEAT! I want loads of it! Where is it?!"

The shark chuckled as he guided the wolf out of the chamber. "Patience. Come with me and I'll show you."

The wolf followed the shark outside. The large fish's gills moved as he took a long breath and stood by one of the windows in the lab. He pulled open the blinds, showing off a huge city glittering with lights and nighttime activity several miles away.

"There's meat in this very lab, but you don't want that. It's all spoiled and cold, and it wouldn't fill your belly for long. That's what this city is for!"

The wolf pressed his big muzzle against the window, fogging it up with his breath and saliva.

"The...the meat's there?"

"Yes! Meat is everywhere in that city! Dead meat, cooked, raw...live. Hehehe, it's all there! You just have to go out and find it!"

The shark could see the delightful, murderous expression in the beast's eyes. He decided to add fuel to the fire.

"And after that belly of yours is filled...you're gonna feel 'excited.' Very excited, my friend! Don't ignore those urges. If you feel a stiff one coming on, you go out and you give in to those desires as many times as you want!"

The wolf turned and faced the shark. "As many times...as I want?"

"You eat until you're ready to throw up, and then after you throw up, keep eating! You fuck until your dick is sore and you have no more energy to thrust! You go out there, and you have fun! Understand?"

The canine grinned widely. "Oh yes, I understand."

"Good!" said the shark before getting close to his face. "Now go have fun."

The massive wolf snarled again before he charged out of the lab desperately seeking the exit so he could head outside and reach the city. After the wolf left, the shark turned and faced his anthros.

"Take the chemicals. All of it. We're gonna need every last drop if we wanna accomplish our goals."

The rat, Gengy, laughed as he started to pick up a few canisters. "I can't wait to see the streets piling up with dead humans!"

"Neither can I, Gengy."

The shark chuckled to himself as he turned and gazed at the city through the window.

"Neither can I."