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Xira didn't mind the rain. The gloom of a morning rainfall was a pleasant backdrop, she thought.

Dressed in common gothic attire, she walked with her boots echoing through the halls. Black was her hair, eye lids, and lips thanks to dye and makeup. She wore a black t-shirt over a grey longsleeve. The t-shirt had a band logo on it, the name written in a font like scratches on flesh: DARK FORCES. Black cargo pants.

She was alone until Zoey came running up behind her, "Hey Xira. How's it going?"

"It is going well, I suppose," Xira said in a sullen tone.

Zoey had a sunny demeanor to contrast Xira's. She had a long sleeve shirt with two colors on: a yellow base with black sleeves and accents. Her sand-tone pants were close-fitting and hugged her contours.

Zoey noticed Xira carrying a book. It was a large book with a red hardcover. Zoey smirked, "Reading another one of your horror tomes?"

"Yes," said Xira with a sliver of a smile, "It's about a powerful demon that travels town to town. The local villagers follow their own religion but when the demon displays his power, they are terrified! Many of them start to worship the demon."

Zoey laughed, "All your books are so weird."

Xira shook her head, "It's not that weird; it's interesting. And I like it when shit gets thrashed in fiction. The stuff on TV is too tame." She chuckled, "If a demon showed up, all these people that believe in god or whatever would piss their pants!"

Zoey laughed nervously. Xira chuckled. The two continued to class.

An hour later Xira would be in Professor Darwin's classroom, watching the witch teacher help seat a student she had just turned into a horse: a feral horse that is. Unlike the other students in the class that had been transformed, the horse had a feral-shaped body even if his mind was still intact and his clothes had been reshaped to fit the unusual contours of his body.

If anyone in the class wanted to see what it looked like for a brown horse to wear a flannel shirt with bright blue jeans, they had their answer!

Tucked back in the corner of the classroom, Xira watched the chaos in front of her with tear-stained eyes, the weeping ruining her mascara. Maybe Xira loved demons and magic from books but after seeing it in real life, the possibility that she could be victim to some uncaring spell scared the hell out of her, let alone the implications on what she knew of real life.

Below, her pants were peed in. The shock of the situation caused her to release her bladder and the bottoms of her legs and bum were wet. The fabric around her crotch was dark and damp. The moisture was still warm from her release. There were wet spots on the dirt below from it dripping over Xira's seat.

Her claws were dug into the surface of the desk. Each second felt like an eternity.

Zoey was seated in the center of class. Beside her was an acquaintance of hers, Charlotte. The events of that morning's class had left both of them rethinking everything they thought they knew about reality.

Zoey nervously looked over at Charlotte, "What do you think she is?" she said referring to Darwin, who was getting the freshly transformed feral horse settled in his seat on the other side of the room.

"I don't know..." Charlotte said, leaning back in her chair, "She's probably fucking a demon or something. A demon in disguise."

"You really think so?" said Zoey.

"Probably." said Charlotte, "What else could she be? Some sort of..." she fanned her hand trying to think of the word, "... a sorceress?"

"A witch." said Zoey.

"Jeez," said Charlotte, "We're being invaded by witches now." She leaned back in her chair and exhaled, "Goddammit, we're all going to get transformed..."

The two turned quiet and sat in their fog of anxiety. Darwin cut between them and found that spot was good enough to introduced a new friend. She held out her hand in the air and from the trees came an object of incredible speed!

"Is it my entrance then?" asked a voice.

Landing on Darwin's arm was a seagull of white feathers with gray at the tip of her wings. A long straight beak and feet of yellowish orange.

The seagull waved with feathers outstretched, "Salutations!" Apparently the creature could talk.

"This here's Spanks," said Darwin, "She's my teaching assistant."

Spanks hopped off of Darwin's arm and onto the desk in front of them. Ignoring the student sitting at the desk, she spoke aloud to the class, "There's a whole lot of ya's, so she needs someone to swoop around and help keep things in check!" She fanned out her wings dramatically.

"She has many the same powers as I do," said Darwin, "So don't think that you can mess with her..."

Spanks spoke boisterously, "Yeah! Get on my bad side, and I'll make you my love slave..."

She zipped off the desk and took to one of the branches above. She looked at the class. Seemed like half of the class was transformed, or just about. How many myumans were left? Spanks counted about two dozen.

At the back there was Debra, a student that had been turned into a crocodile. Debra was a weighty female wearing a low-cut red and white t-shirt and a pair of purplish-blue khakis. She looked bored, so Spanks figured she'd brighten the crocodile's day. She glided down to the crocodile, Debra not noticing the seagull approaching and getting a startle when the bird came into distance.

"Why the long face, croc?" Spanks said before breaking out into a cackle at the joke. Usually that joke was reserved for equines.

Debra looked at the gull, "Oh? So you're the teacher's assistant?" And that was the end of the sentence. Debra could not think of a thing to inquire further. Magical classrooms was completely unknown territory to her.

"I'm not just the teacher's assistant," said Spanks, "I'm yours, too. I'm the class assistant."

Debra said nothing.

Spanks tried to break the awkwardness of the silence, "How are ye feeling?"

Debra looked around. She saw other students weeping, trembling, and some even having soiled themselves. Even those not yet transformed seemed like they were about to die of a heart attack. Debra looked at her scaly arms, "Doing ok, all things considered." She kicked the dirt below her, "Being barefoot in a classroom is weird."

Spanks took marchy steps on the desk, "You'll get used to it. Cripes, you'll even grow to love it!"

Debra let a smirk stretch across the base of her mouth, "Is that right? Any other tips for a rookie alligator?"

Spanks walked up and patted Debra's arm with a wing, "Crocodile, actually." She smirked and leaned in close, "So... has your inner beast began to growl yet?"

"What?"

Spanks giggled and raised a brow, leaning up to Debra, "Are you horny?"

Debra furrowed a brow, "No." She looked down at her body, "Look at me, I'm a... monster!"

"That's one way of looking at it." said Spanks, "Another way is to look at yehself." She walked up to the edge of the desk, pointing a wing at Debra's chest, "Look at the size of your rack! The others are going to be salviating for you."

Debra looked down. After a spit of hesitation, she took two hands to her breasts. The transformation made them larger. She looked down her figure. She had the weight problem in her myuman form but something about being monsterfied made her fat feel more appropriate. Her hips got curvier. She looked back to check her tail but then remembered she didn't have one.

Spanks looked around. Debra was surrounded by students that were still myuman. They weren't in the right mode yet, she thought. Spanks scoffed and whispered to Debra, "You might not feel anything right now, but once Darwin up there gets transforming a few lads around you, I think you're going to start getting urges." Spanks chuckled and slapped Debra's arm, "And you're a crocodile too! Yeh are going to ruling the bedroom!"

Debra sighed, "I'm not in the mood to be thinking about that right now."

The gull leaned close, almost pressing her face onto Debra's, "Right now, you say. But once a few of the others are morphed, you'll be thinking about it. Especially once I tell you that these guys... they're packing!"

"P, packing?" said Debra.

Spanks grinned wide and nodded, "Packing! They got big cocks, you'll see!" Spanks directed Debra's eyes to the front, "That moose up there probably gots one over a foot long!"

Debra's eyes turned into hearts. Over a foot long? She would have to investigate!

"You are a crocodile, yknow." said Spanks, "So don't be too affable for your lovers, right? Be fearsome." She tittered, "There isn't no foreplay quite like growling in your lad's face and scaring him so bad that he takes a big whiz in his underroos!"

Debra had to think about that. She was a crocodile with a long snapjaw mouth and claws on her fingers. She felt a little stronger too like some of her fat was actually muscle.

Spanks left her to contemplate what she could do with her predatory strength. Hopefully, the seagull thought, that got Debra's engine revved up.

Darwin returned to stalking the aisles. She swayed past students, striking fear and worry into their hearts. She would get in students' face and make them flinch. Did she doing anything after? No, aside from chuckle and move on.

That's when she saw Greg, an emo-dressed boy with dyed black hair. He had a peculiar t-shirt on with a werewolf on the front. Wolfman's Faithful was the band's name emblazoned on the shirt. Darwin absolutely loved seeing animal illustrations in the wild. It made perfect inspiration!

Greg's eyes were full of terror, squared solely on Darwin.

Darwin took a hand to Greg's shirt, feeling his heart beat rapidly. She said, "Wolfman's Faithful, huh? If you wish, I could introduce you to some actual werewolves."

Greg shook his head in a quick spur, "N, n, no. I don't... That's ok!" He gave a nervous chuckle.

"Are you sure?" asked Darwin, waiting for Greg to give an audible gulp. She chuckled, "I'm sure they'd like another member of the pack."

Greg gripped the front of his desk, claws digging into the surface, teeth chattering.

Darwin leaned down, "Yes... we can always use more wolves in the class, now can't we?"

With a zap of her finger, Greg was transformed...

But not into a wolf, but a bird. A bird of bright green yellow and red feathers. His myuman claws were gone, replaced by soft feathery fingers. His feet had turned into a scaled dark orange. His black hair was replaced with a colorful crown! The only black remaining on his body was his big black beak.

Greg took his hands to his beak, "I'm a! I'm a!" He felt its hard surface... "Not a wolf?"

Darwin chuckled, "Parrot actually. You need some color on you." She left Greg to look over his body.

Kyle was sitting in front of Greg. He was a boy dressed in a plaid shirt and blue jeans. He had been rendered silent from Darwin's magic earlier. He reached at Darwin, grabbing her clothes.

"What's your problem?" said Darwin.

Kyle tapped his throat. Darwin remembered that she had rendered him silent with a spell earlier when he was being a smartmouth. She sighed and shot him with a magic bolt.

"Ugh! Can I?" Kyle had gotten his voice back. He looked at Darwin with pleading eyes shining in the light fixture hanging from the vines above. "Please, don't turn me into an animal! I want to be myuman!"

Darwin looked at him plainly for a moment. She fired a bolt and his form was absorbed in an electric light. Once the light vanished, Kyle had been transformed.

His had a round mouth protruding from his face and orange fur all around his face. His hands and feet were still myumanesque aside from a coarser color and deep claws on each finger and toe. Also his shoes were gone.

"That's as close as I will allow," said Darwin, "A primate."

"But... but!" Kyle looked at himself, "I want to be myuman!"

Darwin scowled at the orangutan, "Keep quiet or I'll turn you into a puddle of slime!"

Kyle choked on his words. He curled his fingers intensedly and turned back towards the front, refraining from bothering the teach any further. Darwin continued down the aisles.

Bill and Lindsay were seated towards the back of the classroom. They were surrounded by many who were still myuman and they themselves were still myuman. The front of the class had more students that had been transformed. It was like the wave of metamorphosis was invading backwards.

Bill looked around the room and whispered over to Lindsay, "I don't think this is an earthquake."

Lindsay chuckled, her voice unphased by the morning's events, "Looks like we're in the middle of a Goosebumps book."

"...or an episode of Talespin." Bill said gesturing at a flock of students before them.

"Do you..." Lindsay leaned over to Bill, whispering, "Do you think they're going to try to eat us? Or eat each other?"

Lindsay looked towards the front of the classroom. One of the students had been turned into a snow leopard. Lindsay looked behind her shoulder and saw Debra the crocodile. Bill looked over at that lion that got morphed earlier. He could see something was possessing the lion, so much that he had removed his shirt. He had acted wild earlier. Would the lion go nuts and attack people?

"I don't know." said Bill, "I don't think so. They seem pretty myuman still."

"They seem pretty scared." said Lindsay. She looked up ahead at a deer girl that was transformed earlier and had a freak out. The deer was hunched over, shivering, and holding herself like she was freezing cold. In front of Lindsay was Wally seated. He had been turned into a badger earlier, causing him to freak out. Lindsay leaned out of her seat to take a glance at Wally's pants. They were still wet from when he pissed himself earlier: an accident caused by the shock of having been turned from myuman to animal. Furthermore, Wally had descended into an idiotic state. He stared out into the world, his tongue casually peeking out of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over. He grunted to himself.

"Some have gone stupid." said Lindsay.

"Stupid?" said Bill, "That makes them more dangerous I think. They could go apeshit and attack us!"

"Maybe," said Lindsay, "They seem tame... sort of. They're not like real animals."

Bill chuckled, "Yep. A real leopard or a real badger would be far more dangerous."

Lindsay and Bill shared a nervous chuckle. It was a row ahead of Bill and over an aisle where Charlotte was sitting. She overhead their conversation, unsure what to make of everything. They seemed less anxious than her.

Charlotte tapped her fingers on her desk nervously. Zoey looked over at her classmate. She was scared too but felt sorry for those around her that looked like they weren't taking it well.

The roof above was a canopy of endless vines and branches, anyone looking up getting lost in its sky of leaves. A sturdy green vine hung down near Charlotte's desk. It was weird but a pale annoyance compared to the other events in the classroom.

Up above, something stirred. A creature hopped from one branch to another, descending down the tiers of branches and vines towards the classroom.

When it hopped on the vine above Charlotte's desk, a few students spotted it. It was a green lizard, not that much bigger than a half of a foot. It slid down the vine and hopped onto Charlotte's desk.

Charlotte was startled to have a lizard suddenly fall on her desk. With what was happening that morning, the lizard could have had any surprise up its sleeve, that's what she felt.

The lizard approached Charlotte, standing on its hind legs and walking with its tail dragging behind on the desk. It looked at Charlotte with beady but intelligent eyes. It had a myumanoid expression in its face.

"Good morning, subject." said the lizard to Charlotte.

Charlotte straightened up, her form on her seat impossibly symmetrical. A possessed look took over her eyes when she looked down at the creature. A professional smile crept across her face, "Good morning, master."

"How are you today?" asked the lizard, his voice wise and distinguished.

"I am good master." she looked around, "My fellow students are anxious but I am not." She paused and put a hand to her tummy, "I am hungry."

The students around the lizard and Charlotte watched with confusion. To them, the lizard was speaking in chitters to Charlotte with Charlotte responding in kind! The myuman girl had learned how to speak lizard, apparently.

Zoey looked over at her classmate, "C-charlotte? Are you ok?"

Charlotte paid Zoey no mind. Her eyes were distinctly on the lizard.

"Also, my butt is kind of itchy." said Charlotte.

"You may scratch it." said the lizard.

Charlotte reached back and grabbed at her ass, it's roundness printed on her tight cargo pants. She scratched loudly, her eyes slitting at the feeling of scratching that itch. It felt good. Others watched on, still perplexed.

"You are a lovely specimen, subject." said the lizard, "I would love to explore your shapes."

"My body quells for your touch, master." said Charlotte.

The lizard walked up and patted one of Charlotte's hands, "It's just as well. How about your shed that form and join me in our reptilianess?"

Charlotte said nothing. She stared out into space then closed her eyes. Her form shifted quite instantaneously. Her hair was gone leaving her reptilian head bare. Her claws got long on scaled hands and arms. Her shoes below vanished without a trace, leaving clawed scaley feet. Her thighs got thicker and her breasts grew in size, pushing out her white shirt.

A couple gasps from the students around her.

Charlotte smiled down at the lizard, "Is this to your liking, master?"

"You're beautiful," said the lizard, "Would you like to join me upstairs?"

"Yes, master." said Charlotte.

The lizard climbed up Charlotte's arm and hopped onto the vine he entered from. He scurried up into the vines with Charlotte watching from below. Once he was up on a branch, Charlotte hopped up on her desk. She squatted down to give herself a lot of spring into her jump and she sprung up high enough to grab one of the thicker branches. With flexibility and athleticism she never showed as a myuman, she took a leg up on the branch to help heave herself up.

The other students watched Charlotte disappear into the bramble. Their classmate had resigned herself to the call of the wild.

Debra was contemplating her animalness. The crocodile looked around the room and drew out a food chain in her head. Maybe the lion was above her in the animal kingdom but that was it. She was one of the most domineering animals in the class and she was ready to flaunt her teeth!

Behind the classroom there was the bush. Endless branches and trees rising from the ground, seemingly going back into the infinite.

From its depths did two eyes appear, catlike and dangerous. As the creature got close to the classroom, it's cat form came into light. She was a panthress, a feral one. She took her steps quietly.

Debra was minding her own business when something caught the corner of her eye. She looked over into the aisles and saw a panthress walking right by. It wasn't a monster nor a magic creature; it was a real life panthress! Debra froze up instantly, flinching away from the animal with her feet raised off the floor and a horrified frown across her face, a yelp having trouble escaping her mouth.

The panthress turned meet Debra's gaze.

HHSSSSSSSSSSSS! Debra fired a hot stream of whiz into her pants. It flooded the insides, splashing against the wall of her pants and against her scaly body. The outside of her pants seeped with liquid. It waved through the fabric and pooled on her seat.

Debra grimaced and let out a squeal.

Other students noticed the creature. There were gasps. Students fell out of their chairs or hopped out of them. When the panthress passed by Pierce, Pierce jumped into the aisle away from her, bumping his butt on John's desk.

John stared past Pierce at the pantheress. The creature looked like something right out of National Geographic. Who would be the first to get mauled by the fearsome creature? The classroom was surrounded by fearsome jungle but right now John had the feeling the jungle was safer than the panther-inhabited classroom!

John noticed something to the side. He could hear a faint tinkling and strands and blotches of wetness appeared on Pierce's khakis. The wetness trailed down his legs as he leaned against John's desk.

John tittered at Pierce's embarrassing loss of control.

The pantheress walked by Pierce's desk farther up the aisle. Pierce's claws were dug deep on the edge of John's desk. He stared at the cat, teeth chattering and beads of sweat going down his head.

John tapped Pierce's side, "Yo man, you pissed in your pants!"

Pierce looked down and saw the wet streaks on his clothes. He looked backed up to see the pantheress walk away. He stood there, warm pee on his legs.

John chuckled to himself.

Lindsay saw the panthress coming but froze up completely. Not a muscle in her body could move, only her heart could do anything; beating as fast as a car engine. The panthress drifted out of the center of the aisle towards Lindsay. Lindsay tensed up.

The panthress rubbed her snout against Lindsay's faded out jeans.

FLOOORRRRRRP! Having the panthress touch her leg caused Lindsay's bowels to abandon ship! Her butt fired out every bit of feces it had on deck into her pink panties, shaping out the backside of her pants. Her bladder was equally as excited, with a wet splotch going down her pant legs almost instantaneously when the cat rubbed its body against hers. One touch and Lindsay's pants were wearing the wet!

The chime of Lindsay's squeals and the screams around the classroom.

The pantheress turned away from Lindsay and left her in her own mess.

Zoey watched the panthress strut by and whimpered to herself. Tears of terror wetted her cheeks. The pantheress' steps got closer and closer until the creature was no more than a couple feet away. Zoey measured the distance between her and the cat with panicked eyes. Wetness blossomed on her sand-colored crotch and seeped all over her pants, drizzling a pool on her seat and dripping over the edge. Inside her pants, the place had turned into a swamp with fabric stained with her explusion. Trails of wet went down the backs of her legs and the bottom of her thighs soaked in it.

The pantheress pivoted toward Louie, a bespectacled boy sitting uncomfortably, his breathing getting strained as the big cat approached his row. When the cat turned to Louie his breathing got even deeper, the stress on every inhale and exhale.

She took a paw onto his knee and he flinched, his mouth mangling itself to get out a scream. His eyes turned to dots as the pantheress took another paw on his lap and lifted her head up to Louie's face.

Louie screamed, loudly and ballistically. The panthreress leaned into his face, fangs appearing out of the creak of her mouth. Louie closed his eyes, whimpering. Students around Louie and pantheress gasp and shrieked watching the pantheress prey on the myuman boy.

The pantheress stuck out a tongue like it was covered in venom. She took the tongue to the boy's cheek and licked upward, him gasping for air, saying Oh god oh god to himself quietly.

The tongue's raspy texture sanded up Louie's cheek, Louie shivering in terror. As the tongue left his surface, his form quietly but quickly shifted into that of a panther's: a myumanoid one in contrast of the feral one climbing onto his lap.

Louie's shaggy hair didn't vanish with his transformation, nor did his glasses which sat on her squarish snout. His green hoody was a size bigger to compensate for the extra height and build he got with his transfiguration. His shoes were gone, leaving his black-furred and clawed feet resting on the dirt floor. His pants were a little longer to compensate his increased height, and they were soaked wet and warm as a representation of how scared he was having a pantheress bring her face up to his.

The pantheress looked Louie up and down. She spoke with an alluring voice, "Yes. Yes, this will do."

Louie opened his eyes. The pantheress stared at him, not with eyes of ferocity but eyes of favor. He looked at his hands with their black fur mirroring the fur of the pantheress. He felt his nose, a hefty protrusion bouncing off his head.

The pantheress turned to the front of the classroom. She called to Darwin, "This one will do quite nicely, dear!"

Louie shivered at looked at his body. At first he imagined he was seeing things, but when he took his hand to his pants and felt how wet they were, he knew what he had done. He grimaced, "Oh f-fuck!"

The pantheress took in a whiff. The wetness was giving off an odor but so was what Louie did in the backside of his pants. The shock caused his to dump mounds of product into his underwear. Louie could feel the warm sticky mass in his trunks.

The pantheress dove a nose into Louie's chest, "You have an endearing scent, mate."

Louie's teeth chattered and he let out a squeal. Fighting back whimpers, he asked, "Are you going to e-e-eat me?"

The pantheress chuckled, raising her head, "No, I am not going to eat you. We are going to be close friends, kitten."

The pantheress stepped down from Louie's peed lap. She shifted closer to his side and leaned her head against his arm. She purred and rubbed her cheeks into Louie. Looking up, she said, "Would you mind scratching me under the chin?"

Louie shifted his other hand down to her chin, his fingers shaking and him worrying that it was a trick. He took his clawed fingers underneath the pantheress' chin and scratched. The pantheress closed her eyes and purred.

Back a few rows, John was still teasing Pierce for him peeing his pants. Pierce had sat back down, reluctantly, as he wasn't sure what the pantheress was going to do and the discomfort of having to sit in his wet clothes.

John looked over at Pierce picking at his jeans, squirming uncomfortably and looking distraught. John said, "I can't believe you pissed yourself!"

Pierce's voice was low and inconfident, "There's a fucking panther, man!"

"It's still fucking hilarious." said John.

Spanks was flapping around the room some more, checking in with students and having small chats with someones that are in no mood to make small talk with a talking seagull. She flapped up to a vine and looked to the back of the classroom to see John tease a distraught Pierce. Something had to be done.

She swooped down onto John's desk. John was surprised to see a seagull. He paid attention to Spanks' introduction so he knew the bird was intelligent.

"Uh..." said John.

"What's all the larfing about?" asked Spanks.

"Um," John smiled slightly and spoke quietly, "Pierce peed in his pants."

Spanks peered over and saw Pierce fidgeting around, wet spots down his legs. She turned back to John, "He wet his drawers!" she said in a whisper-shout.

Spanks and John shared a chuckle while Pierce bit his lip in embarrassment.

"Like a child!" said John.

"More or less." said Spanks. She began tapping her foot. With each tap, her flat scaly extremity hit the desk with a snappy thunk. The sound was distinct, even in the chaos of the classroom. Distinct, at least for John.

"What... are you doing?" said John, looking at Spanks tap her feet.

"Oh that?" said Spanks, "It's just a tic." She looked deep into John's eyes, "It's something I do when I get excited."

Spanks' seagull eyes were strangely captivating for John. He couldn't look away. They had a transcendent quality to them, like he could see into them deeper than anything else, with clarity that went beyond how good his eyesight was.

"Uhr," said John, "are you...? Is that some you do... a lot?"

"All the time!" said Spanks, "Don't you have a tic? Maybe tapping your hand on your forehead, or something the like?"

John took his head to his forehead, "My hand... on my forehead?"

John felt a little dizzy. Or at least that's what he would call it. He couldn't really remember what being dizzy felt like but he assumed it was something like the confusion he was facing. His mind kept wandering, but not to another thought, but... nothing.

"Everybody has a tic!" said Spanks, "Dontcha know anyone who has a tic?"

John thought for a second. In the haze rising in his mind, a lucid thought arrived back at him. He though of his old friend (the name escaped him at the moment) who had a strange tic. His friend would tapped his chest whenever he was nervous.

"Yeah..." said John. "Tapping your..." what was the word? "...chest." He tapped his chest as an example, subconciously following the rhythm of Spanks slapping her feet on the desk.

"It's a nervous tic, innit?" said Spanks, "Like when you are playing poker and you can't help it?"

"Yeah," said John with enthusiasm without actually remembering what poker was. "Like... poker and... nervous... Bad cards." John felt like his sentence was missing some words but couldn't remember what they were and didn't care. What he said was good enough.

The students around could sense something sinister going on. Pierce, watching onward, noticed something off with John. "Hey John, are you ok?"

John heard Pierce's words but couldn't turn his head to look at his friend. His eyes were locked on Spanks'. Her eyes were starting to look like night skies. John's eyes were dulling out, the spark of them fading to nothing.

"Are you a poker player, John?" asked Spanks.

John shook his head. He couldn't remember what poker was but he didn't play it, he assumed. It was hard to recall. His mind phased through iconography for hockey, football, and bowling. He took his hand off his chest to emulate rolling a bowling ball and said, "No. I... no."

"Which games do you like?" asked Spanks, her tapping continued. It was louder to John, the thump of it echoing in his ears.

John thought for a moment. He didn't understand the question very well. In fact, the question left his head as soon as the thought ended. John wasn't even sure what he was looking at. He was looking at a bird, that he knew.

"Bird." he said, reaching out to feel Spanks wings.

Spanks allowed him to touch her body, keeping her celestial gaze on him. His expression was empty and dull. He pulled at Spanks wing, pretty uncomfortable for Spanks. She pulled her wing out of his grip, "Heya! Watch where you're pulling that."

John giggled and let slobber hang from his mouth, "Ur... hurr..."

Spanks stopped her tapping, as John had finished his 'journey'. He had his mind regress to that of an animal's. The world around him was not a world where he could assign names to objects, but a world of things he reacted to with complete instinct. The smell of the dirt and the branches above meant more to him than any myuman descriptor.

"W, what did you do to him?" said Pierce.

"Don't worry, love," said Spanks, "I just shut his brainpower away for a few minutes."

"His brainpower?" asked Pierce. He leaned forward and looked closely at John's face. He had an idiotic expression and didn't seem to notice the drool hanging from his mouth. He smiled dumbly and chuckled.

"Yep," said Spanks. She looked around the room and saw a chipmunk running up a vine nearby. She pointed at it to direct Pierce but John got interest too. Spanks said, "He's not much smarter than any old feral in this room!"

Pierce stared at his stupified friend.

"What dya say?" said Spanks, "Did you want to adopt your friend John here? Maybe get a leash and walk him around like a dog?"

There was a high-pitched hiss and Spanks smiled, knowing exactly what it was. She peered over the edge of the desk where the sound was louder and saw wet blotches form all over John's pants. John didn't react. He stared into space.

"You might have to put some newspaper down if you do," said Spanks.

"C, come on!" said Pierce, "Change him back?"

The wetness basined on John's seat and dripped over the edges on the ground. The dumbed down myuman didn't care for the wetness on the bottom of his pants. It was satisfying to having emptied himself.

"He looks so happy in this state though," said Spanks, "This is a stressful time for everyone. John here could use a break!" She peered over the edge of the desk at John's peed pants, "A bathroom break, specifically."

Then a smell hit Spank's beak nostrils. It was feces. In the dumbed down state John was in, he sought to empty his other side as well.

"Dearie!" said Spanks, "It seems like John has totally johned in his pants!"

Pierce grimaced, "Ok, you've proven your point. Can you fix him?"

Spanks looked over at Pierce. She looked down at his wet pants, the ones that John had teased him for minutes earlier. She sighed, "You would think that being how he teased you, you'd be more on board of this kind of punishment... Very well."

Spanks looked deep into John's eyes and John was inclined to look back. Spanks eyes had an ethereal sparkle to them. Spanks tapped her foot slowly.

"Are you fixing him?" said Pierce.

"Have some patience dammit!" said Spanks. She released her energy into John and it attacked the enchantment that blocked his higher thinking functions. Clarity came back to his eyes.

"Urrrr..." said John, "Ungh-euk!"

Spanks took her wings and placed them down on John's hands. She leaned forward, looking deeper into his mind. She untangled the enchantment and thoughts came back to John, like what his name was and what a myuman was.

He looked around the room, blinking, "Where... me?"

"You're in a classroom," said Spanks.

John giggled, "O yah. Class-seh-room." He felt a warm wetness below. He looked down and saw the wet glow on his pants. He giggled, "I peed!"

Spanks snickered, "Yes, you did."

"I not know I had to go." said John. He wiggled around, feeling a substance in his underwear, "I also went poo!"

"It happens to all of us." said Spanks, still tapping the foot.

John's eyes cleared up and he wiped the drool from his mouth. He remembered what was going on. The teacher, the teacher who was not the regular teacher, was turning students into animals. And the room was not supposed to be all jungly.

He looked at himself, "Am I 'n animal?"

Spanks shrugged her wings, "An animal of a kind."

The words didn't land on John. He sat there, refilling his head with understanding and sensation. With each moment, he returned to society, and along that came the confusion, then outrage, then embarassment at the mess he did in his pants.

"Oh no!" said John, "I shit my pants!"

Spanks chuckled, "Yes you did!" She stopped the foot-tapping, with John's recovery complete. She patted John's hand with her wing, "So maybe you shouldn't make fun of Pierce now?"

Spanks looked over at Pierce. Even after all that Pierce did not seemed entertained. He looked at his friend with a quiet unease with a side of relief that the myuman boy had come back to his wits.

"You made me do this." said John, looking down at pissed slacks.

"It's not my poop in your drawers!" said Spanks with a sharp laugh. She looked over at Pierce, "Cmon! Laugh at the guy! He one-upped you by dropping a hefty load in his pants!"

Pierce said nothing.

It was a letdown, but Spanks would be ok. She looked up to the vines and swooped up there, searching around the classroom for more students to interact with.

Pierce looked over at John. John was fidgeting with his jeans, rearranging them. Pierce said, "Are you ok?"

John glanced back, "No I'm not fucking ok. I soiled myself!"

John was back to normal, truly. Pierce calmed down.