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It was just a normal day in New Joy, the birds were chirping and the sun was shining just as bright as ever. The newspaper boy came cycling by each house, just like every morning, and just like every morning, Officer Laurence Spasm was already on his way to the precinct. Today was going to be a busy day judging by the chatter on his radio. Spasm sighed as he thought about his morning, having gotten up around five in the morning; the pudgy young lapine had the perfect amount of time for everything that he had in mind.

He had taken a rather long shower, the poor bunny a little "stiff" from a hard night of semi-wet dreams. He used the soap rather liberally, lathering his heavy fluff covered orbs until they were white with suds, the attention bringing his morning wood back out of his sheath. His tapered pink shaft twitching in his slippery paw as he worked to a steady tempo, his hips actually started to buck in time with his stroking, thick prespunk drooling from the pointed tip. The rabbit humped quicker and quicker into his paw, his balls pulling up tight to his body as he got ready to unleash that hot pent up seed....

Right at his peak, the water shifted from warm and comfortable, into icy hell, making him jump out of the shower, his member still throbbing needily as he realized the time. He had had to force his erection into his pants and quickly dress, having to look for his badge under the bed before grabbing an apple and heading out. Again, Spasm sighed as he looked down at that bulge in his uniform.

He figured he would be able to take care of the issue in the bathroom later, his mind switching to what he would need to do today before he could get to it. As he thought, a blood soaked Collie woman stumbled into the street in front of him. The squeal of his tires filled the air as he slammed on the breaks, the woman holding her head and screaming shortly after. Spasm quickly got out of his patrol car; hand on holster as he called out to the woman, asking if she was alright. With another earsplitting shriek, the Collie moved her bloody paws from her face, exposing the source of most of the blood. Half of the lady's face was sloughing off, a completely different facial structure pressing out from under the blood, fur splattering the blood onto her ruined blouse as she cried and moaned out, every movement seeming to make more of the skin and muscle pull free.

Trying to keep from retching, Officer Spasm radioed for back up and an ambulance. He had just finished when the woman let another shout, the inside of her open muzzle splitting open as her teeth fell to the pavement, the entire roof of her mouth coming out, splattering across the hood of his car. He slowly began to approach the canine, looking sick to his stomach as he reached out a paw, "Everything is going to be alright, Ma'am. Can you tell me your name? Or maybe what happened? Were you in an accident?" He asked, piling the questions on top of one another, not expecting much of an answer, just hoping that his voice would sound soothing enough to calm the woman down. Upon reaching her, he held up both of his paws, showing that he meant no harm. She seemed to look at him for a moment before snarling and chomping down into his left forearm, four long hollow fangs sinking fully into his flesh and muscle, two from above and two from below, injecting their venom deep into his veins. He cried out loudly, trying to pry her jaws from his arms before using his baton, cracking her square in the head and causing the last of her face to slide free, showing the angular bloody muzzle beneath and breaking her fangs off in his arm, the rest of the venom and a little blob of something else pouring down onto the ground from her open muzzle where she collapsed, unconscious from the blow.

He quickly handcuffed the out cold lady, having a bit of a problem with it as the skin and muscle began sliding free of her wrists, along with most of her handpaws, leaving behind somewhat feral but seemingly functional paws, long with medium length toes and a long jointed thumb like dew claw. Spasm knew he should be alarmed by all of this, but his head was swimming, he could barely think far enough ahead to call in what happened. He didn't get the answer he was expecting of taking her to the hospital, instead, he was ordered to bring her to the precinct and placed in a holding cell until they could figure out what was going on.

It was quite a challenge for the young lapine to get the bloody canine into the back of his patrol car, mainly because of his arm but also because of the skin and most of her tail pulling off where he pressed or pulled, leaving the remains in his paw. But, with enough work, he managed to get her curled up in the back, still moaning slightly as the muscles and bones seemed to rearrange themselves, splitting through her clothes in some places. With a shudder, Laurence got into the driver's seat, halfway to the precinct, his arm began to itch annoyingly, keeping his injured arm on the wheel to drive, the bunny picked at his injury to try and get it to subside. Without much thought, he kept picking at it, not noticing as the holes began to widen, exposing a radioactive green fur below. By the time he noticed it, most of the skin on his forearm was hanging limply, if he hadn't been also watching, he would have plowed into the back of a half totaled swat van parked in front of the station.

His mind switched off of his arm and to his prisoner, whom was mostly wearing rags now, the woman's body roughly the size of a feral Great Dane, and looking more like one than the collie girl he'd nearly run over, her body more at ease on four legs than two. Spasm shuddered, thinking back to the glowing pelt under his wound as he carried the woman over his shoulder, making sure to look over the van, spotting patches of bloody fur and claw marks caked in the driver's seat. He shivered at the thought of one of his fellow officers in the same state as the now wiggling woman, if he could still call that yipping grunting animal a woman.

Inside wasn't much better than on the street, from the looks of it most of the cells were filled with more monsters, some of them pacing the length of the cell, others napping, and yet more were still shedding their former bodies, their minds collapsing and terrifying them, the room filled with blood curdling screams and crying. What surprised him the most was the number of badges and uniforms among the tattered clothes on the floor and on the monsters. He handed the feral female off to another officer, who seemed to be limping fairly badly, like one of his legs was longer than the other, the lion looking pained as a little trail of blood follows him. Spasm noticed that the lion's tail was not as it should have been, but was a lot like his own, a little fluffy thing of fur, actually, so were all the monster's tails.

Starting to think about how bad this was, he looked up; one of the few unchanged officers was trying to convince a rather portly looking rat that today was probably not a good day to take his third grade class on a full tour of the station, Though he was having a hard time understanding that just because he booked the tour five weeks in advance, doesn't mean he could take a tour at the present time. Once the officer finally just told the rodent rather firmly, "Get the fuck out of here now" and pointed to the door, he finally got it through his thick skull that no matter how much he argued, it wasn't going to work on the officer and he told the class to gather their things and head back to the bus.

Just as the Rat was about to open the front door, the red alarm lights began to flash and the bells began to blare as the thick metal shutters slammed down over every possible exit to the building. Thinking it was some mean joke by the officer; the rat turned around and started yelling at the top of his lungs. This was no joke and all of the police knew it, most of them putting a paw to their holster and looking around uneasily.

Another harsh ringing noise began to sound, not one from the station at all and it seemed that the only ones that could hear the shrill note were those that were infected, most of the few still up and around collapsing to the floor as their skin and muscles tore and slipped off, everyone except for Laurence. He could hear the annoying noise but it was nothing but an annoyance to him as he watched in horror as his fellow officers and citizens alike simply became more monsters before his eyes. Once the majority of the infected had finished shedding their old lives, Spasm could see in their eyes, these were no longer his friends and the people he was meant to protect, they were nothing more than hungry predators. After every one of the monsters had gotten onto all fours, the notes began to change to an angry buzzing. The feral creatures shook their heads wildly, as if trying to get something out before looking up at Spasm and the few police officers, who all instinctively made a circle around the defenseless cubs and their teacher, who had pissed himself and passed out in the center of them.

Before anyone could react, a monster that had formerly been the limping lion officer leaped at Spasm. Unable to respond quickly enough, he was knocked to the ground, hearing a solid splat of blood on the tile below as the beast slashed and tried to get at his throat. Laurence kept trying to pry those iron jaws off of his face when finally he heard several loud reports, the monster grunting and going limp, rolling off of him, the officer who had been arguing with the fat rodent holding the smoking pistol, Officer Simpson, if Laurence remembered correctly. Spasm got up and told the other officers to head to the armory and keep the class safe, saying that he would catch up after he looked for more survivors.

Groaning loudly as he reached up to feel the wound, knowing it was bad, he could barely see out of his left eye, too blurry. Stumbling down the hallway, he kept passing the same scene, a monster or two gnawing on what was left of an officer or civilian, too busy to bother him or maybe they could see his wound, he didn't know which. Laurence managed to slip into the bathroom just as a group of larger males were about to turn the corner, locking the door behind him and turning on the light to look at the damage. He turned on the sink and looked up into the mirror, the little bunny grimacing at the sight of torn flesh, though his eye seemed like it was undamaged. He held his breath as he reached a finger up to touch his hazel eye, shivering when he couldn't feel the touch, the entire front of his eye sticking to his pawpad when he pulled away, making him gasp, his sight perfectly normal again, and what a sight it was, the new eye below dilating and adjusting to the light. Instead of a white, it was a dully glowing blue shade surrounding his Iris, which was now iridescent green covered with bright red flecks and a glowing aqua pupil.

The panicking lapine tossed the old eye into the sink, reaching back up with a wet paw to clean the wound; only ending up making it split wider and wider until there was an inch thick gash up the left side of his muzzle. He gripped one side of the wound and gave a gentle tug to confirm his suspicions, the skin tearing like paper and exposing a thicker jaw and cheek bone, the fur glowing green as the blood got washed away. Spasm closed his eyes and took a deep breath before peeling back more of the flesh, removing as much as would come off, including one of his ears, a pointed stiff one flicking up from under it. Looking in the mirror at his half and half face, he shuddered at what was becoming of him. A needle prick of pain in his paw made him look down, watching as it began to slip off into the sink like a soggy glove, leaving only that long semi-feral paw. The digits wiggled as Spasm tested them out, surprised by how much like his hand it was, the long jointed dewclaw curling in towards the palm like a thumb.

His new ear perked up straight at the sound of a child's sneeze. Drawing his pistol and walking lightly towards one of the pink stalls, feeling the structure of his feet changing and sloshing in his socks, the thick claws slowly tearing through the toe of his shoes, clicking on the tile by the time he reached the stall door. He called softly to its occupant, telling them that it was okay and that he was a policeman, that it was alright to come out. A few seconds passed before the door unlocked and a little dragon girl peeked out through the crack at him, her eyes going wide as she opened her muzzle to scream. Before she could get the chance, Spasm pushed the door open and clamped her snout with his good paw, telling her that he isn't like the others, that if she screams the monsters will find both of them.

Those words utterly terrified the child but she nodded in understanding, seeming to calm down enough for him to let her speak. She told him that her name was Kara and that she had been going to the toilet when all the alarms started going off, she had looked out and seen one of the nice men fighting with the monsters and got scared and locked herself in the stall. Spasm knew that the officer outside was probably that man and that he had most likely saved her life. Laurence told her his name and then offered his changed paw, telling her that he would need to carry her to get her to safety and that she would need to keep her eyes closed no matter what.

Holding her in his arm, he unlocked the door to the bathroom and swung it open. Nothing. Not even the body of the officer was there, the hallway was completely empty save for a trail of bloody pawprints. Spasm knew where they would lead him and started off at a jog, his tattered shoes and socks falling away from his thick taloned paws as he went, the legs of his pants beginning to give way to the thickening muscles, a trail of fleshy patches following him as he made his way to the armory.

By the time he arrived, his entire lower half was changed, nearly having to pass out when his genitals began to swell and split in his pants, which he quickly removed, exposing the glowing fur and his bright red orange sized orbs, the green flared glowing head hanging from his new leathery sheath as the last of what used to be his rabbit hood peeled away. He just kept running, even as he felt his tailhole changing as well, anyone behind him would be greeted by the sight of a ring more at home on a feral canine, thick and puffy, his glowing red undertail clashing with the iridescent green flesh and making it stand out even more. Judging by the glow from beneath his shirt, his chest was changing as well, the former rabbit now at least a foot and a half taller.

When he actually did arrive at the armory, only two of the six policemen were still with the cubs, Officer Simpson was one of those two and nearly fired on Spasm when he entered the room. Laurence held up his hand and told him that he was still okay for now, setting the girl down to join the rest of her classmates just as another group of the monsters came in through another door. Thankful that he had kept his belt on, Spasm drew his pistol and began shooting at the infected ferals, his fellow officers doing the same. As the last one went down, Laurence's remaining ear splattered onto the floor, his new one twitching and flicking the blood off, everyone staring at him as his muzzle began to elongate, his brow shifting to a more raptorish angled shape, the last of his original lapine face and his remaining eye following rapidly, leaving him with only his right paw, which was already going quickly.

Just as he was beginning to lose teeth, a loud and very angry roar shook the building, the floor thumping loudly as something huge got closer and closer. Everyone readied their guns, Spasm telling the children to get into the gun cage and lock the door when suddenly, the door and a good portion of the wall came smashing down, making way for the biggest infected yet, even topping Spasm's new height of seven and a half feet, this monster had to have been around twelve feet long with muscles covering it in thick corded masses, a tattered tie depicting all types of cheese still hanging from the former teacher's gigantic neck.

All three officers opened fire on the behemoth, the nine millimeters barely penetrating the dense hide. The only one doing any real damage was Officer Simpson with his twelve gauge pump, blasting thick chunks off of the enraged superbeast. Of course shooting a pissed off giant monster was still a bad idea, Mr. Teacherman pouncing Simpson and literally tearing him into pieces, the poor man didn't even get to cry out as Spasm flicked out the collapsible baton from his belt and began slamming it home against the creature's head, making a dull thud with each swing and actually doing quite a bit of damage, right up until the teacher threw him against the wall, splattering the last of his rabbit self away, leaving a very pissed off intelligent beast on two legs. Laurence leapt onto the monster's back and began tearing at the edges of the superbeast's muscles, snapping the tendons and disabling one of its arms before he was thrown once more, landing on some of Simpson's remains and his shotgun, the stock snapped clean off.

Looking at his semi-animalistic paws and then back to the shotgun, Laurence snatched it up, the strange digits actually holding onto the weapon quite well. He dashed back to the gargantuan, which was still feasting on his fallen friend, and kicked it in the head. When Teacherman looked up, the last thing it saw was eight metal pellets rushing towards it, then nothing as they tore through the monster's brain, killing it instantly. Panting and looking over his shoulder at the other officer... Who was he? Spasm tried to remember, he'd joined a few weeks back... what was his name? The young bull gave him a shaky thumbs up and began to crack a smile, starting to say something like "glad that is over" or something like that.

He never got to finish the sentence, at that moment both doorways became jam packed with monsters. They swarmed out like hungry locusts, pouncing on the unknown bull and devouring him in seconds, leaving nothing behind, not even his pistol. Using the shotgun, Spasm cleared a swath of death with each pull of the trigger, determined to keep the children safe, even if it meant he had to die to do it. After only three shots, the pump snapped off, having been severely damaged when the SuperBeast had thrown it. Laurence looked to his pistol lying broken on the floor, his baton bent into about the shape of a coat hanger.

With a rebel yell, Spasm cried, "As long as hot blood runs through my veins, I'm still ALIVE!" Quoting one of his favorite Meatloaf songs as he tossed down the shotgun, digging into the horde of ravenous creatures and tearing into them, smashing skulls and even shredding throats with his teeth if any got close. Wave after wave of the poor infected souls piled in through the doorways, the bodies beginning to pile up enough that the monsters had to climb over numerous comrades to get to the glowing, blood soaked embodiment of death. He kept the cubs safe until the tens turned to fives, then the last stragglers bounding in to the slaughter, not knowing or caring that the stench of blood was from their own ranks. Then there were none.

It was the next morning when security protocol was lifted, the thick metal shutters retracting into the frames of the windows and doors and filling the bloody grave yard that was the precinct with the cleansing light of the sun. The military burst in through the front, sweeping through the building, finding no survivors, that is, until they entered the armory. Having to pull the carcasses out of the doorway one by one in order to get inside, they were all surprised and sickened at what they saw, a lone beast, sitting against the gun cage, still wearing his shredded shirt and badge, surrounded by the dead, his wounds covering most of his body but miraculously still breathing. He groaned out, the soldiers all raising their rifles, his paw raised and made the closest thing to a fist as he could and pointed to the back corner of the gun cage. The soldiers shined a flashlight in and a collective gasp went all throughout the precinct and radio chatter. Every single child was safe, uninfected and accounted for.

Spasm had succeeded in his mission. After many months of controversy, the six officers and Officer Laurence Spasm were awarded the Medal of Valor. Few had wanted Laurence to receive the award due to them seeing him as another monster, but when they considered not letting him be recognized, one little dragoness stood up, tugged on her daddy's sleeve and told him what Spasm did for her. Then each of the children did the same to their parents. All of those people who had their little angels back because of one man.

He wore it with pride and dignity till the day he died.