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Today was gonna be a good day. That's what the man kept telling himself, at least. No one had robbed their trucks for weeks now. No one had tried to kill him. The man had avoided all the mobs and various street gangs that were steadily on the rise in the city. Right now, it was just him, his coworker, and the big doughnut box in front of them. The human being took out another doughnut with sprinkles on it and started to bite into it, while his partner, a heavyset panda bear, took out a glazed doughnut stuffed with icing and swallowed it whole. The human being looked up at the television screen as one of the employees turned up the volume. As always in the afternoon, the news was on and broadcasting the city's most recent events.

"...in a fire. Investigators say that this is the tenth anthro murder by the lynch mob this month. Two days ago a vixen was sexually assaulted and drowned, and the week before that, a panther was found hung from a tree, his body severely mutilated. The perpetrators have yet to come forward or reveal their true intentions, but the murders are likely a form of retribution to the campsite massacre."

"Over in Krell district, tensions continue to rise following the various murders, along with the mysterious formula that has been stolen from Krazzer Labs. Anthros and humans alike are concerned as to what the public has been exposed to. Between the string of serial killings, the rise of hate crime against anthros, and the shootout that happened over at a construction site that left many dead, the public is starting to question whether or not law enforcement is capable of dealing with the crises that will soon arise."

"Shut that damn thing off."

The irritated alligator snatched the remote off the counter and turned off the TV, tossing it back down with frustration.

"C'mon, Andy, I was just--"

"Go back into the kitchen. Make sure we're still pumping out doughnuts are our usual pace."

The young crocodile sighed. "Yes, sir."

The man and panda bear eating their doughnuts watched as the young reptile walked into the back of the restaurant, feeling dejected.

"Hey, no reason to snap at the kid, Andy. He's just curious about what's going on in the city," said the human.

The grayish-black alligator huffed and rubbed his head. "I'm just tired of the news. Over here someone got murdered. Over there someone got raped. Crime's on the rise. Don't walk alone at night. Don't get caught up in riots. Blah, blah, blah."

Andy shook his head. "On top of all that, a couple friends of mine died two weeks ago."

"Were they one of those anthros killed by this lynch mob?"

"No. One died in a car accident. The other one was apparently found shot to death at that construction site they mentioned. They both died on the same night. You believe that shit?"

The man shrugged as he took another bite from his doughnut. "Shit happens. Sucks when you lose someone like that. But what can you do?"

"Go Sherlock Holmes on that bitch! I'm sure the cops won't mind if you do a little off-duty 'spelunking' of your own, Andy. Maybe break into the morgue, examine the bodies yourself. Take pictures of the crime scene! Y'know, cop show shit."

The man frowned. "This isn't a cop show, Bendis. And none of us are cops. We're both truck drivers, and Andy's a cashier at a doughnut shop."

The panda bear shoveled an entire doughnut into his mouth and started to chew noisily. "I'm just sayin' bro! Wouldn't hurt to look into it."

Andy shrugged. "Like Jerald here said, I'm no cop. And this isn't some fantasy show. Even if I figure out what happened to 'em, they're still dead. Nothing I can do to change that."

"Not unless you just so happen to be a necromancer or some sort of wizard that can raise the dead...are you?" asked the panda bear.

"Yes. And I have a girlfriend named Hermione, and a birthmark on my forehead."

"Oh, cool. Why aren't you wearing your glasses? You got contacts now?"

Andy smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead and sighed. "You two almost done?"

The human being nodded as he swallowed another glazed doughnut. "Yeah, yeah, we'll eat the rest in the truck. You wanna drive, Bendis?"

Bendis talked as he stuffed another doughnut in his maw. "You know I don't drive on a full stomach."

Jerald looked down at his friend's plump belly and blinked. "Your stomach's always full."

The ursine gulped again and sighed as he rubbed his gut. "Exactly."

Jerald moved off the stool while Bendis quickly shoveled two more doughnuts into his mouth. "All right, I'll drive then. We'll see you later, Andy."

"Sure. Hopefully I won't end up on the news tonight," he muttered.

As Bendis moved from his stool as well, he nodded at the alligator and swallowed. "See ya, Harry!"

The alligator glared at the panda bear and growled as he walked out of Glazers.

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Another day, another series of hours dumping off crates and other soda supplies at various grocery markets. Jerald waited in the middle of the aisle for Bendis, looking down at his gray dress shirt and navy slacks to make sure there were no stains on them. His partner was wearing the same uniform, although he had no belt that could fit around his wide waist, and he was barefooted like most anthros were. As always, Bendis was the one moving around the aisle restocking some of the items the store needed. When Jerald finished examining his clothes, he started to check and see what items were running low or empty and needed to be replenished. The human being watched as the panda bear moved the pallet jack full of soda supplies over towards the center of the soda aisle and then stopped, noticing a majority of the soda boxes that were missing from the shelves.

"Get the Crystal Fizz first. That whole spot on the shelf over there's empty. I'll start putting up the Diet Smooth Mist."

"On it!"

Bendis grunted as he started to pick up various boxes of Crystal Fizz filled with twelve cans of soda. He started to stock the shelves quickly, making sure he set all the boxes in the correct position and made them face the right way. Jerald did the same, grabbing the appropriate boxes and two-liter bottles of Diet Smooth Mist so he could fill up all the empty areas on the same side of the aisle further down the shelves. The grocery market wasn't too busy, so neither of them had to worry about shoppers complaining that they were taking up a majority of the aisle. Jerald still noticed the various shoppers who walked past the two of them though. He glanced behind his shoulder and picked up the scent of a porcine and two human males trailing behind him. A businesswoman was talking to one of her friends or relatives on her cell phone. An oddly-colored hyena was sashaying his way down the aisle as he listened to the iPod stuffed in the pocket of his shorts. Jerald would've ignored the beast like he did everyone else, but his sweaty scent was distracting, along with his appearance.

Jerald sniffed and scrunched up his face as he saw the shirtless, barefooted anthro walking past him. He snatched a bottle of soda off one of the shelves absent-mindedly, clearly still focused on dancing to whatever he was listening to on his iPod. Jerald glanced at the beast and could see that his fur was dyed white, and all the spots around his body had been dyed yellow. A long streak of red dye was running down the spine of his back as well, ending with a tail that was completely red. After the hyena left the aisle, Jerald exhaled and resumed stacking the Diet Smooth Mist, still grimacing from the smell. The human looked at his panda bear partner and noticed he was looking down the aisle with the leering grin on his face.

"He's gone. You can stop checking out his ass now."

Bendis chuckled and shrugged. "What? I can sneak a glance every once in a while. 'Sides, you catch a whiff of that guy? Can't help but wonder what it'd be like to shove my muzzle 'tween those musky cheeks of his."

"I don't know if you've noticed yet, but I'm not into rimming. Or guys. And that hyena stank; he needs to take a shower."

"Bah, you humans and your noses. Y'all need to figure out the difference between 'musk' and 'stink'; not everything that smells 'unpleasant' to your species is a bad odor."

"I hope you're not trying to tell me that the smell you always leave behind in our bathroom is a pleasant fragrance."

Bendis grinned. "Maybe."

The duo went quiet after that and started to stack other brand-name cans, boxes, and bottles of soda. The panda bear and human being switched places, moving closer together within the same aisle and examining more empty spots on the shelves. Bendis grunted as he picked up two blue boxes of soda named Chelsea's Root Beer while Jerald started to fill up the sections that required bottles of ginger ale. Jerald wasn't looking around the aisle or taking note of any of the customers who walked past him. All he cared about was filling up the sodas for this store so he and Bendis could collect their payment and head over to the next store. The man scratched his face before sniffing and putting up the rest of the ginger ale bottles. Bendis finished stacking all of the root beer boxes and sighed as he started to skim the rest of the aisle, blinking and checking to see what else they needed to replenish. He readjusted the forest green baseball cap he was wearing backwards on his head and glanced at the pallet.

"We got anymore Strawberry Kiss?"

"Nope. Won't get any more 'til Thursday."

"Damn. I'll start on the cream sodas then."

The panda bear, unlike Jerald, couldn't keep himself quiet. And since he knew that humming or tapping his claws against anything in an attempt to make a tune would annoy the man, he struck up a conversation instead.

"Does it ever bother you? What's happened to this city in the past few months, I mean."

"It's the 21st century."

Bendis exhaled. "That's doesn't answer the question."

"Yeah, it does. We live in a world where people rape children, cubs and pups. Anthros and humans alike do bad things because they feel compelled to. Mothers are drowning their own children. Fathers are molesting their daughters. Friendly neighbors are massacring their coworkers over money issues. And teenagers are too stupid to wear a damn condom when they have sex."

Bendis blinked. "Now try to say all that again and actually picture that shit happening right in front of your face. You make it seem like that's all leisure activities."

"You telling me you and one of your fuck-buddies never met up with each other and said, 'Hey, let's go rape a few humans or anthros. It'll be fun!'?"

Bendis scowled. "No, Jerald. Humans and anthros shouldn't even try to think like that."

"Why not? I mean, we're all animals, aren't we? We eat, sleep, fuck, and shit in the same manner. All people care about nowadays is dominance. So honestly, it wouldn't be that disturbing for someone like you or me to rape someone else. We're showing them who's boss, who's on the top of the food chain."

"There are better ways to establish yourself than by raping or killing, or raping and_killing." The bear grunted as he lifted a few more boxes containing cream soda. "Look at us. You don't see us constantly raping each other. The most we do is wrestle or play a game of _Chaos Control."

Jerald grinned widely. "I don't know, Bendis. Seemed like my character was ass-raping you the last time we played."

Bendis snorted. "You were not! I only lost a few...don't change the subject. This ain't about video games."

"Look, all I'm saying is that all the bullshit that's going on in this world--in this city even--isn't our problem. So what if society has gone down the toilet? Either deal with it or spend the rest of your life making yourself miserable over something that you can't change no matter how hard you try."

Bendis stared at Jerald and slowly began to frown. "Is it really that simple for you?"

Jerald looked at the pallet full of sodas next to him. "All I know is that we need to finish stacking all this soda so we can get paid. And all I know is that we're gonna be doing this for the rest of the day, so we may as well do it now and stop talking about all the crap that's going on in this city."

The panda bear looked at Jerald and huffed as he shook his head. "Fine."

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The duo didn't come back home until later that evening. The house they lived in wasn't anything spectacular, but they still made enough money to have a little fun every once in a while. Both of them were in the living room, sitting on the floor and dressed in casual clothing. Bendis was only wearing a gray tank-top, red nylon shorts, and his forest green baseball cap backwards. Jerald was only wearing a loose-fitting navy T-shirt and jeans. The panda bear was grunting and moving his fingers around wildly, desperately trying to beat his friend as they played a game of Chaos Control. The panda bear shouted with frustration and dropped his control while Jerald grinned smugly as his character started to bisect Bendis' character with a buzz saw.

"Guess I win again! 'Nother round?"

Bendis flicked his eyes at the human's grin and snorted. "You beat me nine times already."

Jerald chuckled. "That's cause you don't know all the techniques to the fighters, man! Can't win the game without pullin' out a few tricks up your sleeve!"

"That's called 'cheating' the last time I checked."

"No, it's called 'winning.' No one cares if you fight dirty in this game cause the game's already dirty and gritty. So what if my character has a buzz saw for his ranged attacks?"

Bendis grumbled. "Could you at least go easy on me this time?"

"Fine."

Jerald and Bendis started another round of the bloody fighting game. Only this time, Jerald picked a short goblin character while Bendis went with a beastly-looking golem made of chunks of rotting meat. As the duo started playing another match, Bendis scratched the back of his neck and flicked his eyes at Jerald.

"So one of my fuck-buddies is coming over in a few days."

"Again? I thought you said you were gonna go to your fuck-buddies' houses from now on after what happened last time?"

"I cleaned up the stains! And he said he's not into any of that freaky shit; it's not like you need to worry about me chokin' the guy with a belt to get him off."

"I'm not. I'm more worried about you two making another mess on the floor. I don't wanna walk in on you giving some guy a Cleveland Steamer."

Bendis grimaced. "You're disgusting. I'd never do something that vile in our living room!"

Bendis shouted when Jerald beat his character again, the goblin fighter using his dual swords to chop the golem to pieces before he did a silly victory dance afterwards. Jerald smirked as Bendis shot him another look that made it seem like he was about to say "rematch." So they started a second round with the same characters.

"If your fuck-buddy's coming over, just make sure you clean up afterwards, please. And double-check to make sure I'm out on another shift. I don't feel like walkin' in on you while someone's got their tongue in your anus."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it. I know the--FUCK!!"

Jerald started laughing when Bendis slammed his controller down, upset that his character was being choked to death by his own innards. The goblin character then shoved one of his swords up Bendis' character's anus, and stuck out his tongue as he made a mischievous taunting noise.

"You know that shit isn't necessary!"

"Hehehe, of course it is!"

"YOU JUST RAPED ME WITH A GODDAMN SWORD!!"

"Oh, wah. Like you aren't used to having objects shoved up your ass."

Bendis scowled as he looked at the human being's shark-like grin. "We're doin' another match."

Jerald shrugged. "Fine. If you don't mind gettin' your ass whupped again."

So the panda bear and human being started to play another round. As always, Bendis was losing, and his character's health was draining very fast. But then the ursine glanced over at Jerald and started to grin very widely. Moving as slyly as ever, the panda bear slowly leaned towards his left and passed gas, filling his friend's ears with a repulsive sputtering sound. Jerald shouted and looked at Bendis as he started to laugh.

"WHAT--damn it, Bendis!"

Jerald started playing with one hand; he had to use his other one to plug his nose as the rotten odor crept into his lungs. Grinning widely, Bendis' character grabbed Jerald's character and started to bash him against the ground, moments before he crushed his head with his giant foot. Jerald scowled at Bendis while the panda bear was smiling cheekily.

"I win!"

"That wasn't fair! You know I hate it when you do that shit!"

"Tch! Not my fault you decided we should eat at Taco Hut tonight."

Jerald groaned as he pulled his shirt up and covered his nose with it. "There's a difference between doing that on accident and on purpose. New rule: no more farting while we're playing games."

"All right, all right. It was just that one anyway, calm down."

Jerald and Bendis started up a new game, although the human being still kept his shirt over his nose since the stench still lingered. They didn't even get to play for twenty seconds before Bendis leaned over again and pushed out more flatulence, the noise much deeper and grosser than before.

"Fucking--"

Jerald couldn't play anymore. He slammed his controller down and started to cough. As Jerald stood up and quickly hurried over to open a window, Bendis began to laugh hysterically, beating his opponent with no effort whatsoever. The panda bear looked at Jerald as he opened up the window and tried to waft the stink outside.

"Guess I win again!"

Jerald coughed and plugged his nose again after his shirt fell down. "You didn't win, Bendis; you took advantage of me while I was paralyzed!"

The ursine grinned. "I dunno man. Seems to me like I just pulled a trick out of my sleeve."

"No, you pulled it out your fat ass; that's not the same thing!"

As Bendis was busy laughing to himself and Jerald was groaning and trying to air out the living room, the man's cell phone began to ring. He sniffled and grabbed the phone off one of the couch's armrests and picked it up upon recognizing who was calling.

"Yeah, Kyle, what is it? ...Right now? I thought you said Sasha was doin' tonight's shift? Can't you find som..."

Jerald rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Yeah, yeah, we'll be down there soon. You better give us a bonus in our next paycheck for this shit."

Jerald pressed the "End" button on his iPhone and huffed. "Shut the game off. We gotta head back in tonight."

Bendis frowned. "Right now? I thought Sasha was doing the delivery tonight?"

"He called in sick. So naturally, Kyle wants us to come in instead. Get your uniform on so we can go."

Bendis sighed heavily as he turned off the game console. "And I was so looking forward to farting and kicking your ass again."

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Some shortcuts were dangerous. Some shortcuts were just that: paths that led someone to their destination faster. Right now, Kannan had two options: take a taxi back home, or rush towards the nearest bus stop and get off on the exit closest to his house. And since Kannan only had a handful of quarters in his pocket, he chose the latter option. Kannan wasn't concerned about being mugged or killed on the streets; day or night, crime was on the rise in the city. He was in as much danger taking shortcuts and walking through alleyways at night as he was moving around the streets during the day. Kannan scratched his face before he dug into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. Kannan leaned against a fire escape ladder within an alleyway and paused so he could light the cigarette. He inhaled the smoke gleefully before taking the cigarette out his mouth and blowing out some smoke. Kannan turned around in a full circle after hearing glass breaking in the distance. A heavyset tattooed man walked outside one of the building's doors carrying two trash bags. Kannan watched as the man lazily tossed both bags in a puddle beside a dumpster with graffiti scribbled all over it. Then he spat on the ground and walked back inside, paying no attention to Kannan.

The tall man in a dark jacket resumed walking through the alleys until he stepped out onto one of the narrow, brick-laden streets that was rarely ever driven upon. Kannan kept smoking his cigarette as he felt a cold wind blowing his way, fluttering his brown hair slightly. The man started to walk fast when he came across a condemned building with broken-down walls on the ground floor that was currently overrun with homeless anthros and a few humans. Kannan didn't have to look at the building; he could smell all the anthros inside and could hear them moaning or panting. He flicked his eyes at the building and grimaced when he saw a badly-dressed weasel squatting and defecating into what he was hoping was an empty can of beans. He also tried to ignore the opossum who was shamelessly masturbating with his pants down, panting as he furiously stroked his shaft. Kannan didn't run; he knew that would attract their attention. So he walked right past the defecating weasel and the opossum who moaned as he came and sprayed his seed on the wall. But he couldn't avoid the goat who was sitting against a broken pallet in a white hooded sweatshirt and jeans. The goat reached up and grabbed the man's jeans. Kannan stammered and jerked his leg away before he turned and looked down at the goat.

"G...got any change?" he asked weakly.

"No," Kannan lied.

Kannan heard someone breathing heavily and spotted a koala bear grinning as she injected a needle into her arm. The man looked down at the goat again and frowned. One of his horns had been cut off. His clothes were filthy and yellow; the goat smelled like he slept in his urine. He couldn't stop shivering and his feet looked raw and red. The goat blinked and made a soft whimpering sound before he glanced over at some of the other homeless anthros in the building.

"F...food then? You have that?"

This hadn't been the first time Kannan had been sidetracked by a homeless individual. He didn't bother giving them money, but now it became a habit for him to walk the streets with beef jerky in his pocket. So the man sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of small strips of jerky. He handed the packet to the goat, who snatched it from his hand and started to rip apart ravenously with his teeth. Kannan turned and walked away before the goat thought about asking for more. He shut his eyes and removed the cigarette from his mouth, blowing out another huge cloud of smoke as he pondered the current state the city was in. He always thought about moving, getting away from all the crime and decay, settling down in a much quieter town or in the country. But the city was where all the money was at; Kannan knew he couldn't live a simple life. At best, the man could go a week without electricity. The man tapped some of the ash off the end of his cigarette before he started to reach a few deserted apartments. And then Kannan heard faint footsteps in the distance. He was just about to turn around when he felt a sharp prick in the back of his neck.

"OW, SHIT! What..."

Kannan immediately grasped the back of his neck. He wasn't bleeding, but he knew he felt something pointy puncture his skin, like he just groped a cactus.

"Jesus, the...HEY! The hell did you stick me with?!"

Kannan was already losing the anthro. He couldn't tell if it was a male or female, or even what creature it was. All he saw were footpaws and a tail sticking out a pair of faded jeans. The hooded figure sprinted down an alley and took a sharp turn to the right. Kannan did the same, disposing of his cigarette and sprinting after the hooded anthro down the same alley. But when he took a right, he noticed that the creature was already gone.

"GET BACK HERE...and..."

Kannan started to breathe heavily. He started to walk very slowly, and then he found himself leaning against a wall.

"You...what did..."

Kannan coughed a few times and suddenly broke out into a sweaty mess. His forehead and face was becoming moist; the man felt like he couldn't breathe. He coughed a few more times and absent-mindedly took off his jacket, letting it hang from his left hand before it fell onto the ground. Kannan took a few steps forward and felt his vision becoming hazy, his legs becoming very weak. Kannan could hear his stomach churning and fell to his knees. His head started to throb, and Kannan opened his mouth as he moaned and felt sick. He tried to take deep breaths, but his stomach was still gurgling, and the pounding in his head was getting worse. The man felt something bulging against the seat of his jeans. His shoes were starting to feel tight, unable to contain his abnormally-sized feet. Kannan started to stand back up, panting as he dragged his feet forward. He wasn't looking down at his skin or taking note that his once peach-colored exterior was slowly turning a sickly dark green color. Kannan shut his eyes and gritted his teeth so hard that they began to crack and pop.

Kannan covered his mouth, but his teeth still kept popping. He moved his tongue around his mouth and could feel the teeth popping right out of his gums. He opened his mouth and whimpered, allowing some of the teeth to ooze out along with saliva. The giant bulge in the seat of his pants was massive now. Kannan's stomach wouldn't stop bothering him. He covered his mouth with his hands, but it was already too late. He started to vomit, the bile splashing all over his hands and clothes as it dripped down onto the ground. Kannan immediately fell to his knees and leaned forward, emitting a horrible gurgling sound as more vomit erupted from his mouth. The man watched as the yellowish slop splashed everywhere, even getting onto part of his pants. As Kannan began to cough and moan, he realized that all the teeth in his mouth were lying on the ground. Delirious, Kannan whimpered and mumbled as he stuck his hands in the bile, desperately trying to pick all his teeth out the slop. That's when Kannan heard a strange tearing sound and felt something heavy hanging from his posterior.

Kannan couldn't even reach behind to see what it was before he face started to morph and shift itself around. The man shut his eyes as his skin became rough and bumpy. Various ridges appeared on the man's body, and his skin slowly turned into scales. Kannan's jaw cracked multiple times, and the upper mandible began to extend forward. His nose seemed to melt into his own face, gradually disappearing as the man's lower and upper mandibles began to grow. Kannan screamed as the rest of the bones in his body started to shift around and crack as well, forcing the man to endure excruciating pain. Kannan screamed again as he felt a tingly, popping sensation throughout his maw. A new set of teeth were beginning to grow; all of them were sharp and yellow. His ears were beginning to disappear, flattening themselves against the man's head and disappearing into his rough scales. His tongue was pale and as wide as his new jaw, which was enormous and filled with crooked yellow teeth. Kannan snapped his new jaw shut, panting and feeling his neck tightening as his vocal cords began to change. Various protrusions began to appear on his scaly back and head, making it look like he was growing spines.

His shirt began to rip, as well as the bottom of his pants. The transforming man grunted and collapsed onto his back, his body still convulsing. He looked at his shoes and screamed as they started to become too small for his new feet. He heard a series of pops and squishes, and then saw long claws poking out the ends of his shoes. Before he could process what was happening, his shoes exploded into a tattered mess, showing off his new, massive, green feet with giant toe claws. His new feet began to crackle as the toes expanded forward little by little. He shook what was left of his shoes off his feet before noticing that his feet were scaly and sweaty. He could smell the heady odor coming from his chunky feet, the strong smell almost making him gag. There was nothing Kannan could do at this point. He grabbed his head with both hands and cried at the top of his lungs, tears running down his face as his body tore itself apart so a new figure could take its place.

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"Relax...it's not going to hurt," the man reassured.

The jaguar didn't care. He couldn't stop whimpering as the man planted the blade of his machete against his chin. He looked around the decrepit floor of the building and could see six other men around him. All of them wore jean jackets, loose-fitting pants and boots. Some of them had odd hairdos, while others were bald and had tattoos all over their body. The jaguar was on his knees, already bleeding from the nose and mouth after the man in front of him beat him to a pulp.

"Ju-just let me go! Okay--you-you took all my money! You stole my watch! I have nothing left to offer!"

The bald man carrying the machete grinned widely as he gently lifted the jaguar's chin with the blade. The feline could tell that he was the leader of the street gang; everyone seemed to be staring at him, not making any moves until he said otherwise. The machete-wielding man looked down at the jaguar and slowly took his machete away.

"Hmph. I thought you would've put up more of a fight. I mean, you're a fuckin' jaguar. Isn't your species known as being an assassin back in your home country? What kinda assassin just breaks down cryin' like a little bitch over a few punches?"

"A lousy one, that who," said one of the bald man's minions.

"PLEASE! ...Let me go. I-I won't say anything; I swear I won't!"

The bald man raised his machete. "Well, you got that part right. You won't be sayin' nothin'!"

The jaguar managed to scream for a second or two before the machete split his skull in half. The bald man grinned with delight as blood began to run down the feline's face, his eyes still open with shock. Then he removed the machete with a crunching squelch and watched as the jaguar's corpse fell down at his feet. The man didn't bother pausing after the jaguar fell down. He bent over and started to swing his machete at his body, grunting each time he swung the massive blade down and chopped off a large portion of the feline. Some of his minions began to back away as blood began to fly into the air, while others watched with fascination as the jaguar was hacked to pieces. The bald man lost count of how many times he swung the machete down, but by the time he was finished, he was breathing heavily from exhaustion, and the body had been torn apart into at least twenty different chunks. The bald man rubbed some of the blood off his face before he set the machete down and exhaled.

"How many bags we got?"

"'Bout fifteen or so," said a dark-skinned man. "Whatcha plan on doin' with the body, Kinley?"

Kinley grinned as he shook some of the jaguar blood off his right hand. "Put all the body parts in the bags. Then toss 'em all around the city. It don't matter where; just make sure they're placed somewhere public, someplace the bags'll definitely be found."

"And what are you gonna do?" asked another minion.

Kinley stood up and wiped more blood off his face. "Gotta freshen up! I can't exactly walk around town looking like this, now can I?"

Kinley was about to turn around and walk away when he heard faint screaming in the distance. The bald man frowned as he jerked his head in the direction of the screams.

"Shit. Busted!"

"I thought you said this place was abandoned?"

"How the hell did--"

"SHUT UP!" Kinley snarled. The bald man walked over to a broken window and could see a large shadow forming in the distance. He turned back around and gestured for three of his men to come forward.

"Duncan, go take Shepard and Hoss and check it out. If it's an anthro or a witness, you kill 'em. Got it?"

The dark-skinned man nodded. "We got it, boss."

The three men grabbed an assortment of chains, baseball bats, or large knives before they exited the building and rushed towards the shadow.

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Kannan wasn't himself anymore. His feet were humongous, his legs and arms were burly and dark green, just like the rest of his body. Scales had replaced his regular skin. All his brown hair had fallen out, leaving the creature's scalp bare and scaly. Kannan had his eyes shut and his hands grasping his head. When he opened his eyes back up, they were grayish-yellow with thin, slit-like black pupils. Kannan whimpered as he looked all around, his vision improved. His tail was thick enough to cause an injury if he spun around and whacked it against someone's head. His shirt had completely ripped, exposing his burly chest and slightly distended smooth, light green stomach. His muzzle was somewhat U-shaped, and some of his yellow teeth stuck out of his mouth even when it was closed. Kannan looked at his arms and his tattered blue jeans, examining his black claws and toe claws. He reached behind and felt a few bulges around his back, gritty protrusions that resembled reptilian spines. Then Kannan looked at his hands again and began to whimper and shake uncontrollably. He started to scream, realizing that he had just transformed into an anthro.

If things couldn't possibly get any worse, Duncan and his other two friends found Kannan standing in the alley, screaming and clawing at his head in frustration. The moment Duncan saw the massive anthro, he froze and stopped running. Kannan flared his nostrils a few times and noticed the human presence instantly. He turned and faced Duncan, Shepard and Hoss, unsure of what to say or do at this point.

"Whoa...that's an anthro?" asked Shepard.

Duncan whistled. "Big motherfucker, ain't he?"

Hoss scratched his head. "What is that, an alligator?"

"Alligators don't get that big, ya idiot! He must be some kind of werebeast or somethin', like a weregator!" said Shepard.

Duncan grinned as he walked up to the reptilian beast and gripped his metal baseball bat tightly. Kannan whimpered as he flicked his eyes at the three men.

"H...help me," he struggled to say in a guttural voice.

Duncan started to laugh. "Lookit him! Fucker's about to piss himself!"

Kannan shouted as Duncan smashed his baseball bat against the gator's right knee, causing him to fall down. As the three men laughed at him, Kannan began to whimper and crawl backwards.

"Wait...please he...help me!"

"And why the fuck would we do that?" asked Hoss.

Kannan made a strange hacking sound, forcing himself to salivate so he could speak without his throat drying up.

"I-I'm...human. Like you. I'm...human..."

Kannan got back to his feet and started to shudder as he pointed to himself.

"H-h-human...we're the same."

"You're a big-ass alligator who's over eight feet tall. What kinda retard thinks a monster like you is a human like us?"

Kannan still kept trying. "You have to h-help...I-I wasn't...I wasn't like this! Some--"

Kannan made another guttural hacking sound as his vocal cords tried to readjust. He whimpered and backed away from Duncan as he approached him.

"Someone...th-they...they did something to me..."

Kannan shouted when Duncan struck him with the bat again. The alligator felt his eyes watering as he looked at the three individuals, hoping they'd show mercy.

"I'm human! Y...you have to help me! Please!"

Duncan snorted. "Coward sounds no different than that jaguar. You hold still now, 'human.' I'll make it quick!"

Kannan was overcome by the rage with no warning whatsoever. One second he was on the verge of bursting out in tears. The next, he was snarling and making a fist with his left hand. He punched Duncan in the face so hard that the man shouted as he lost vision in his right eye. He didn't get up. Hoss and Shepard stopped laughing and were about to attack Kannan, but the weregator struck first. He grabbed Hoss by his face and hauled his entire body against the side of a building, smashing his skull and rendering the man unconscious. Then he grabbed Shepard by the throat with his oversized right hand. Growling and breathing heavily, he brought the man close to his face and stared into his eyes. Shepard emitted weak, tiny squeals as Kannan applied more and more pressure on his throat. Then he heard a few subtle cracks, and Shepard's head went limp. Kannan snorted in the man's face before he saw his head tilt to the side. And then the weregator frowned. He began to realize what he was doing and let Shepard fall to the ground. But it was far too late. Kannan began to breathe heavily and shake again as he looked at the three men on the ground and then looked at his hands.

"Oh my God..."

He had to run. He couldn't stay here for another second. Kannan moved away from the unconscious or dead men, taking two huge steps backwards as he continued to convulse. Then he started to sprint in the other direction, panting and hoping that no one just saw what he did. Everything was happening too fast. His transformation, the encounter with the street gang, assaulting and choking a man to death--his head felt like it was about to explode. The weregator turned around before he suddenly felt his heart beating rapidly. Kannan shouted and grabbed his head as a fierce headache hit him with full force. He shut his eyes and stopped running, moaning as he started to aimlessly move around in the alleys.

"Wh...what's happening to me?!" the creature cried.

Kannan wandered out into the middle of the street, his eyes still shut. As Kannan lowered his arms and opened his eyes, he was deafened by the sound of a truck's horn being blown. Kannan turned to his left and could see a large delivery truck heading right for him.

"FUCK!" shouted Jerald.

The human being slammed his foot on the brakes, but the truck was old--and so were the brakes. Kannan didn't have time to jump out the way before the truck's bumper smashed into his body, sending him tumbling several feet away as the truck finally screeched to a halt. Jerald and Bendis were paralyzed as they sat in the truck and stared at the reptile lying in the middle of the street, showing no signs of movement.

"HOLY SHIT!" they said in unison.