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Cassandra sighed and wiped her forehead as she came back into the video frame, but then just as quickly felt her heart drop. So that had been the commotion she’d heard: cursing under her breath, she bounded forward to pick up the fallen test tube rack and get everything right, just before swiping up her cup of coffee and turning back to the camera.

“I’m sorry, everyone,” she said, watching herself on the other screen out of the corner of her eye, “I had planned on demonstrating this new CRISPR set I finally received along with some of the DNA experiments I’ve been doing, and then – darn cat…” She would have to clean this up immediately, but at least none of the samples were toxic or corrosive. The home scientist tilted the cup to her lips and took a sip a she reached for a towel – but then immediately froze, as something clicked into place in the back of her head.

“Wait…” She looked from cup to counter to tube rack, and the range of the spill, and… and her eyes seemed to throb in her head, right alongside an uncomfortable pulse through her hands. “Wait a second. I’m sorry, everyone, I think I might’ve… made a mistake, I…”

Mind suddenly running a mile a minute, she scrabbled and reached for one of the tubes and a pipette, only to find that her fingers had started to lengthen and stretch out, skin turning scaled and dark, joints bulging, nails growing into sharp claws.

“Oh…” She tried to grasp the flask, yet the constant firing of nerves and tendons caused her to nearly drop and shatter. “This is – unprecedented, this might be… abrupt combination and hybridization of…”

She knew she had to reverse it. Muttering under her breath, trying to keep her stream viewers in the loop, she dove back over to draw a sample from the coffee and then slid over to an empty flask. One of her legs kicked and nearly bucked beneath her, and as she passed by she caught in the camera that her eyes had slitted, pupils lengthening out and irises turning to a sharp golden-yellow. Again her heart thumped in her chest, then did so again – and then her back abruptly arched as the bones and flesh there shifted and changed as well, shoulders drawing up and back, pelvis coming forward. It was so, so difficult for her constantly flexing and tensing muscles to angle it just right over the slide, and then as she carried that over to the machine her pants, tight on legs pulsing, bulging, stirring as the bones beneath readjusted and changed, she nearly dropped it all over again.

“Come on…” she growled, voice taking on a sharper undertone as she shoved it in. Claws tapped impatiently along the side of the table, and again and again Cassandra grunted and gritted teeth far sharper than she remembered against the pulsing waves of sensation. Every muscle in her body felt tight, every nerve hot; her head tickled as hair stirred and parted, her face itched as it seemed like her nose straightened and flattened into a sort of snout, and when she reached up to rub at a spot there behind her ear she felt that it, too, had changed into a kind of scaly fin, with a dense horn sprouting up through the skin of her scalp above.

“God…” she breathed, stretching one hand down along her leg and then, with a glance to the camera, up between her thighs, where another separate warmth started to blossom. “Coming on so fast, I can’t… come on, hurry up, I need…”

Cassandra could not stand up straight. Whatever it was that fired through her body again and again, it kept her hunched over, back straining against her shirt, pants continuing to shred up her legs; she gritted her fangs again and let out another rumbling growl, toes stretching out and curving, nails also turning to sharp, thick claws, ankles shifting, clicking back, tendons snapping and then just as quickly re-settling.

Still waiting, uncannily sharp ears picking up every little click and whirr as the machine worked, Cassandra looked down over herself again, at her changing form and all of the differences that still settled into place. “I don’t…” It was becoming hard to speak properly between these sharp fangs, and especially with her tongue developing a deep fork in the middle just as her face grew steadily out into a snout. “Recognize – these… samples must… have mixed, I…” To double-check her thoughts, she reached out for another vial, clasped it unsteadily in scaled hands with long claws wrapping around the neck – and then another pulse of sensation tightened every muscle in her body.

The vial shattered, and the solution inside sprayed out over her arm and the floor beneath her. Immediately the half-human dropped down to retrieve it, pipette held shakily in her other hand; as she bent and moved for it, though, what remained of her clothing on her body just continued to tear and shred, the base of her pants parting around what could only be a thick, fleshy tail as it grew from skin not quite overtaken by scales. It was hard to see straight and properly around the snout that protruded from her face, and this interminable heat between her legs drove her wild. Something about this solution…

“I’m – sorry, viewers, I wasn’t… expecting… ah…”

Her sharp nose tickled as she came close to the spilled sample. Some kind of pheromones, hot and intoxication; she leaned closer, sniffed at it, swallowed… then flicked her forked tongue out over her snout as the need washed over her.

“I need… to…” She couldn’t stop herself. Cassandra came forward, lifting her lower body up on powerful draconic hindlegs with her tail stretched out to balance, and then freely licked and sucked at the sample spilled across the floor. “Need – viewers, stop… I need… to…”

Ding. The machine was done. Cassandra lifted her head, angular snout at the end of her thick neck ridged along the back with an impressive crest, and straightened up to her full height on all fours. Her wings splayed out behind her, still growing and settling into place with the last shreds of her shirt and bra dropping free. The beast rumbled deep in her chest and moved to investigate the noise, long tail flicking around behind her; the same scent that adorned her lips and tongue oozed from the sharp stinger at the end of that tail, a rich, powerful toxin capable of great change.

The full-blooded, full-bodied wyvern felt the thrumming need of her heat rippling deep within her, warmth still dripping between her hind legs. She needed a mate, and now she was capable of creating one.