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Clem walked into the pet shop with a wide smile on his face and a conspicuous box in both hands. The door closed behind him with the hollow ringing of the bells. For a pet shop, it was not very lively. There were numerous cages filled with various animals throughout the shop, but neither the animals nor their containers were well kept. A pen of puppies that would be boisterous in any other place were otherwise silent and there was a turtle cooped up in its shell that Clem hadn't seen poke its head out in days. Clem liked the shop that way--quiet. He hated when they got loud but he didn't hate shutting them up so much through whatever way necessary.

Clem nearly jumped when he felt something brush against his legs. He snarled and looked down at the cat that rubbed against his shoes, mewing as it look up at him.

"Git!" he shouted, kicking the cat away. It yowled and ran away from Clem, only getting so far before it was scooped up by a scowling man, who wasn't that much older than Clem himself. The cat hissed and squirmed as it was carried across the shop until it was unceremoniously dumped into a dirty cage and then securely locked therein.

"Stupid mutt," the man muttered, glaring down at the trapped cat.

"Not a mutt, Gene," Clem said. "That's a pussycat."

"Whatever, that little mutt escaped," Gene said, shrugging. He glanced to Clem, gaze quickly shifting to the box in Clem's hands. "What's in that?"

Clem's gleeful smile returned. "It's some sort of..." He narrowed his eyes at the box, teeth gritted as he sought to remember. "Sk...skank?"

Gene guffawed.

"No, no," Clem said hastily. "It's a skink. One of them rare ones."

"A lizard?"

Clem nodded. Gene shrugged his shoulders again and pointed towards the back of the shop, behind the counter where a door hung open with the ominous sign "Employees Only" hanging above it.

"Show it to pa," he said. "He's been back there waiting for that snakeman all day."

"Snakeman?"

"Yeah, bro," Gene said, nodding. "You know, the guy, his name is..." He snapped his fingers together until his face lit up. "Lightbulb, or something. Anyways, Lightbulb hasn't come since last week and pa's getting pissy about it."

"Uh, yeah." Clem scratched his neck. "We got a whole bundle of snakes for Watts. No wonder dad hasn't been happy, 'specially since not many pups have been selling."

"Pfft," Gene snorted. He banged on the cat's cage. "We'll sell these mutts to people whether they want them or not."

Clem chuckled. He headed towards the door, clutching the box close to his chest as he brushed past Gene. He nearly made it towards his destination when he stopped, staring up at a birdcage that stood near the counter. It was conspicuously empty save for a few withered feathers that lay on the bottom.

"Where's Gumbo?" Clem asked, turning to Gene.

"Croaked," Gene said. "Didn't make it after you left."

Clem frowned. "Dad ain't gonna be happy about that neither. 'Specially if--"

Gene held up his hands. "It wasn't my fault. He saw him. That little bird was unhealthy. He was..." Gene paused and then smiled proudly. "Infirm. Wasn't my fault, bro."

"Hmm." Clem looked back up to the cage. "I get the next two."

"Two?" Gene shouted. "But--"

Clem held up a finger to his lip and nodded towards the open door. Gene immediately quieted down, though he now glared at his brother.

"That one was mine and you knew it." Clem shook his head. "I'll see you soon. Sell that cat or something."

"Yeah," Gene muttered. "See ya."

Clem passed through the open side of the counter and headed towards the employees' only section. As he walked through the door, he reached back and closed it behind him.

"Hey, pa," he said.

His father stood at the far end of the poorly lit room, away from the stacked on piles of pet food and supplies that they kept back here for restocking and near the back door of the building. Before the larger, fatter man had been slightly hunched over and looking at some things wriggling in a cage, but at the sound of his son's voice he stood straight and looked over his shoulder.

"Clem!" his father called, motioning him over. His eyes lit up when he saw the box Clem carried. He excitedly pointed with a fat finger. "Whatcha got there, sonny?"

"Skink!" Clem exclaimed, making his way over to his father. "It sure is purty."

"I bet it is," his father said, rubbing his hands together before holding one out. "Let me see, sonny, let me see."

Clem handed the box over and watched as his father slightly opened the lid. His father smiled when he saw what creature lay inside and shortly afterwards Clem was smiling too.

"He's a beaut," Clem's father said, chuckling as he looked up at him. "You did good, son. You know--" The volume of his voice lowered. "Gene is rather good at selling them critters out there but you're better at acquiring the ones for back here. And..." He chuckled again, looking back down at the box. "This is where the money is. Gene barely sells enough dog and dog pucky to keep this place afloat, legally speaking." He frowned. "'Course, can't really sell when your buyers don't show up." He turned towards the door. "Second time in a row Watts hasn't show up." He nodded towards the cage. "Those snakes gotta sell."

"Yeah..." Clem mumbled.

His father snorted and slapped Clem on his shoulder. "He'll come. Probably laying low or somethin'." His face hardened. "Still wish he would get in contact somehow. It's damned frustrating having to wait when I could find someone else." He sighed. "Good work anyways, sonny. I'll be back here fer a time. Why don't you keep Gene company?"

"Ok, pa, I--"

"HEY!" Clem and father heard Gene shouted from inside the shop. "Where'd you come from? Pa! PA!"

Clem and his father looked to each other, his father put down the box, and then both bustled towards the door. Clem held it open for his father, let him pass through, and then took his position behind the counter. He took in the scene.

Gene stood across from a pale skinned woman that wore only a simple cerulean dress, no shoes, and carried a black, white, and red snake who appeared to be gravid if the oval-shaped bulges along the lower half of her length meant anything. At present she stared at Gene coldly, her eyes just as blue as her dress and unblinking. The boys' father was the first to speak.

"Gene," he said. "What's the matter, boy?"

Gene and the woman both turned to look at the large man. Clem scowled and pointed at the woman.

"I was just cleanin' up and I turned around and here she was with a..." he motioned towards the snake. "With a lady snake in her hands! Just appeared out of nowhere."

"Mhmm," his father snorted. He looked to the woman. "Lady, I--say, what's your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"Anna," the woman said.

The father nodded and stepped out towards her, holding his hand out. When she didn't, he tilted his head and dropped his hand.

"Now, Anna," he said. "I'm sorry my son failed to notice your entrance. I'm Tanner Finch, the owner here and father of these two fine men, and I'd like to welcome you to our little shop." He held out his hand and again she did not shake. For the first time Tanner seemed to notice the snake. "Now, ma'am, I realize you might have your hands full at the moment but you could manage some grace here 'specially since I apologized for my son's rudeness." He thrust his hand forward. "It's nice to meet you, Anna."

Anna looked down at the hand. "I do not exchange courtesies with filth."

Tanner blinked and stepped back. He opened his mouth to speak, but Gene was already speaking before he could manage the first word.

"No one speaks to my pa like that!" Gene shouted. "He's a good honest man and you're saying he's no better than dirt. Well, lady, you can--"

"Gene," Tanner said, holding up a hand. "Lady Anna has been quite rude but that doesn't mean we have to lower ourselves." He stared at Anna. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you and your snake to leave."

"No." Anna shook her head.

"No?" Tanner repeated, voice rising.

She thrust the snake forward, causing Tanner to take a step back.

"Why would you want me to leave," she said. "When I have Watts?"

Tanner looked down at the snake and laughed.

"Ma'am, I don't know what you're saying but your antics are unwelcome. Please leave. Now." He shook his head and laughed again. "Watts ain't no snake."

"No, he was not," Anna said, stroking the gravid snake, causing it to stir in her hands. "But she is now."

"Again, ma'am--"

"You supplied him," Anna continued. "Smuggling those poor creatures to their doom. Watts butchered them. Now, she births them."

The snake started to hiss, looking up at Tanner. It almost seemed to nod as if in affirmation of the woman's words.

"Ma'am, we don't allow pets--"

"Oh, Watts here is no pet just like the snakes in the back of this den are no pets."

Tanner froze and a hush fell over the room. Then:

"Ma'am," Tanner said sternly. "Who are you with?"

Anna simply smiled.

"An inspector? Some kooky group? Tell me. TELL ME, DAMMIT!"

The woman remained silent, the smile widening. Growling, Tanner lunged forward, one arm poised to grab her shoulder. Before he could reach her, she tossed the snake at the man. Tanner moved back, grasping at snake tangled around his neck and ended up brushing against an errant side of the counter. With a cry the large man fell, groaning as he hit the ground.

"Pa!" Clem yelled, running to his father's side. He reached down to brush away the snake, but it slithered off of its own accord, away from Anna. Tanner sat up and held his head.

"You bitch!" Gene swore, rushing at the woman. Anna turned and stared him in the eyes. He came to a stop, color draining out of his face as he saw something he very much didn't like. With a yelp he ran for the door. When he tried to pull it open, Anna raised a hand and motioned back. The door held firm. Bewildered, Gene turned towards the woman.

"What are you?" he said.

"A witch," she said, smirking.

"Ain't no such thing, you bitch," Tanner said whilst Clem helped him to his feet. "Crazy is what she is, sonny."

Anna laughed. "No. What I do is just." She smiled at Gene. "Running away were you with your tail tucked between your legs? Fleeing like a frightened cat?"

"N-no," Gene replied, standing tall. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Hmm." Anna maintained her stare, causing Gene to flinch uncomfortably. "You like to torture them, do you not? How many of the creatures brought here have difficulty returning the love their new owners grant them because of you? How many creatures have been abandoned because your cruelty robbed them of anything but fear?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I know I do." Anna stepped towards the man, fingers fancifully twirling in the air. He stood his ground, though no one could be sure whether it was from fear or fortitude. Whatever the case, Anna was able to advance upon him until she could touch him. Though he was taller than her, he did not look down at her with any sense of superiority.

"I think I know," she said, staring up at Gene.

"Get away from my son!" Tanner shouted. "Clem, take her away!"

Clem took one step towards her and could take no more as she held up a hand, an invisible force clutching at him and preventing any further movement. He could breathe steadily, but even moving his eyes was difficult.

"Son," Tanner growled. "Why aren't you-urk!"

The same force engulfed Tanner, though it clung more tightly to his throat. Every breath for him was a rasping choke.

"Yes, I know," she said, holding up a hand to Gene's throat, lightly brushing her fingers across her skin. "You are terrified. Good."

With that, she pinched the spot right below his Adam's apple. Gene yowled and clutched at the spot, a drop of blood rolling down his neck. Anna stepped back and watched as the point of injury flashed with soft, blue light and then a patch of white fur sprouted in the spot and spread from there.

Gene's eyes widened as he felt the fur spread, although he wasn't truly aware of what was happening just yet. All he knew was that his neck was getting hotter and the bitch across from him had just pinched him hard and it hadn't awoken him from what he had hoped was just a bad dream. The pain broke some of his fear, allowing him to have the initiative to step away from Anna. The fear welled up when she merely smiled at him. He glanced to Clem and his father, but they were motionless save for the slight intake of breath here and there. He turned towards the witch.

"What have you done?" he asked. "What have you--?"

The feeling of the hot fur further spreading down his neck to his chest caused him to run past his father and brother towards the "Employees Only" door. His heart thudded as he pulled at the handle, praying that this one would open. He mewled in dismay when the handle was just as stuck. Worse, his hands felt strange upon its metal surface, smaller and more slender than before. He looked down at them and gasped, screaming as he held them up to his face. His hands were smaller and his fingers shorter, his palms covered with spreading white fur. Worse, he felt singular pressure upon his ears as they yanked, pulled up his skull as his cranium started to shift. With a yell, he turned away from the door and ran because that's all he could do.

Immediately he tripped, his feet feeling just as shrunken and his ankles even stranger. He caught himself on his shrunken hands, headed titled towards the ground. He shivered as something pressed on him from all over. It hurt horribly as he thought he felt were like unseen hands on his body, compressing his muscle and mass into a smaller form, reshaping him into something else that wasn't human. That was crazy, right?

Gene looked up and met gazes with the snake the woman had thrown at his father earlier. It stared at him, tongue flicking out of its snout. Terrified, he yelped and fell back on his rear, crying out as the crushing force's pressure increased and fur spread throughout his body. His collared shirt and jeans hung more loosely on his apparently emaciated frame, hours and hours of well-worked muscles apparently evaporating in a matter of moments.

"No, no," Gene wailed, bringing a hand to his face as his skull crunched painfully, reshaping and reforming even while he continued to shrink. Lower and lower his gaze shifted until the collar of his shirt was right below his eyes and the snake was once again in plain sight. It remained where it was, its otherwise expressionless face appearing almost sympathetic somehow as if it knew what he was going through.

Dimly Gene recalled how the witch had referred to the snake while he shrank more, his clothes completely enveloping him. He felt his small feet pull out of his shoes and his legs slide halfway up his jeans. It was dark inside his shirt, so that he could only thrash about, the pressure multiplying by the second. Had the witch called the snake Watts? Was the snake Watts? Was he too turning into an animal?

Gene panicked at this thought, unwilling to accept such a fate even when the evidence of such increased with each second. It was hot in the shirt but also dark too, as if every portion of his body was covered in thick fur. He mewled in pain when his ears continued their movement up his head, taking their place atop and reshaping into triangular points as his face pushed out into a feline muzzle, nose shrinking down so only a brown, leathery portion was visible. His altered sinuses granted him a sense of smell that he had not possessed before. He could not only smell his scent upon the shirt, but also of so many other entities outside, the animals that resided in the shop, those who visited it, and those who worked therein. Inside his mouth his tongue thinned, forming small, sharp spines that lending it a harsh roughness while his teeth repositioned and reformed, most sharper than previously and none useful in the tearing of vegetable matter.

Gene flexed his altered mouth, rolling in his clothes so that he ended up with his muzzle pressed up against the ground. He shivered, the force suddenly relinquishing just as other changes wracked his body. The palm of his hands and feet, already so similar, developed pads, small digits shuddering momentarily as the claws of the paws grew in. Afterwards, the bones of both reshaped, taking away his ability to stand on his hindlegs and relegating him to an existence of walking on all fours. A small nub poked from his narrow back. Gene relaxed slightly from the sensation of the nub sliding out inch by inch, just as furry as the rest of his body if not more so. It flicked here and there when it was fully formed, in his control but not totally so. Finally, Gene lifted his head as sensitive pinpricks, his whiskers, poked out against the shirt's cloth. He mewled uncertainly and open his eyes and saw it was not so dark anymore, though there was not much to see in the shirt.

Just as Gene gained some of his bearings, the shirt was pulled away and he found himself staring up at a giant of a woman. No, he realized with a start, he was small and Anna was the same size as before. She looked down at him and smiled.

"Perfect," she said.

Gene blinked up at her and shifted his gaze down at himself. He meowed and sprang to all hours when he saw that he had become a cat with white fur save for the black blots around his paws. He returned his gaze to the witch and fled, not getting very far before he fell from his own clumsiness so unused was he to his new form.

"Ha!" Anna laughed. "Where do you flee to, pussy?"

Gene shivered at the words, somewhat out of fear but also out of shock as another series of changes racked his body. His feline member--which must have been down there somewhere, he hadn't gotten a good look--sprang to life and then withered, shrinking down and taking his gonads with it. Two small teats formed near where they once had been, slightly shrouded with fur. The cat then shivered again as she felt her vulva form, small, short passage digging its way from the opening to her small womb.

Not quite knowing what was happening but all too aware of the feelings down there, Gene forced herself to her feet and tucked her head between her forelegs to get a clear glance. She mewled uncertainly at the sight of a fleshly pair of small lips that were somewhat visible through her fur and immediately recognizable as female. She was a pussy with a pussy.

Gene stumbled forward, wanting to get away but not knowing where she actually could go. The world seemed huge and unfamiliar, even though she had worked in this store since she was a teenager.

Gene's choice in the matter was taken when she was scooped up by the stomach. She looked up at the witch, mewling as she was carried across the store. A stroke of the woman's hand across her back relaxed her, feeling so good that for a moment she forgot the situation. Then she was hissing and clawing futilely at the air.

"Fright to fight," Anna mused, her voice further angering the cat. "Perhaps the men of this age are right."

Gene reached out with a hindleg and managed to snag a claw on Anna's dress. She gained some satisfaction when she pulled it back and heard a rip. Above her she heard Anna sigh.

"Very well," Anna said. "I shall lay you down."

Gene felt a rush of triumph until she saw where Anna was bringing her--the cage where she had placed the cat from previous. No!

"Are you upset, kitty?" Anna asked. "I assumed you both would enjoy some company."

Gene squirmed and struggled, but it was no use. The cage opened seemingly of its own accord and then Gene was dumped into the space along with the other cat. She landed on all fours and immediately scurried to the other end of the cage even as the other feline stood and sniffed at her curiously.

"So afraid again," Anna noted. "And it could be so much worse. Yes..."

Anna bent down and picked up the other cat, facing his belly up.

"Oh poor thing," she said. "Whoever neutered him must have had noble intentions. For our cause, kitty, he must be restored and you must be ready."

At that word, Gene gasped. There was a sudden flash of heat back there and then it cooled down a little...but not all the way. Gene mewled as her warm nethers throbbed, giving off a certain scent and signal. When Anna returned the cat to the cage, the newly restored tom was quite interested in what Gene had to offer. He purred, sidling up against the female and curiously sniffing at her pristine white fur. Gene shuddered, automatically moving away from the male but there just wasn't enough room for her to really get away. She ended up with her right against the cage with no way forward and the only way back towards the cat. Already physically trapped, Gene's mind was working against her as well. The male had his own scent, one that was beginning to entice her heat-ridden body...

No! Gene shook her head and hissed at the male as he pressed once more into her. He mewled meekly back and then suddenly lunged, grabbing onto the scruff of her neck with his teeth. This might have calmed down a regular cat, but Gene had not been raised carried by her mother by the neck. No, she had been born a human, a man, and she was going to turn back, just as soon as she could escape this cage and rip that bitch's--

Gene yowled as the male mounted her, quickly climbing before she could react. As she sought to push him off, it was too late. All it took was one brush of his member against her moist folds and the new pussy was shivering, mind shouting not to submit but body already doing so. In that next moment he entered her, slowly, gently, allowing her to feel every bit of his maleness slide into her. Unbidden, the pleasure rose despite what she thought might be barbs on his cocks. At the same time it was torment, the knowledge that she was being bred as a common housecat, as a female, as an animal, nearly proving too much for her mind. Still, her wits remained, making her wish she had lost her mind as the male start to thrust in and out of her, gently biting down harder on her as he truly set to work.

"Oooh," Anna cooed. "He likes you."

Gene's ears lowered at the humiliation. She closed her eyes as she felt heat rush to her face. She hadn't thought cats could feel such embarrassment, but so she did, her body now hot for all the reasons, right and wrong. Each thrust reminded her of her lost humanity, of the fact that she was female, and that her father and brother might be seeing it all. What had she done to deserve this?

"Plenty," Anna said, somehow reading her mind. "And yet you might make up for it. I wonder how many kittens will be in your litter?"

Gene yowled at this. Litter? Kittens? Pregnant? No, she wouldn't, she couldn't, it was too--

Gene's ears stood up straight when she felt the male atop shudder and then there was the sensation of something flowing into her, a thick liquid that could only be, but it couldn't, she wasn't--

And then Gene collapsed, feeling for the first time her own orgasm as the male's seed pooled within her. She whined pitifully as the male climbed off her, him giving her a lick before he retreated to a corner to curl up and sleep. The female stayed where she was, eyes closed as she tried to will away what she felt, hoping beyond hope that she had just not been impregnated.

"Maybe not," Anna said. "Maybe you were unfortunate this time."

Unfortunate?

"I am sure your tom will ensure you reach that stage if your fertility does not first."

With that Anna laughed, a haunting sound that caused Gene to put her paws over her ears. Deafened, she didn't notice as Anna locked the cage, trapping her with the sleeping tom, whom could only sleep for so long; after all, it was just a catnap.

Anna turned away from the cage and looked to the motionless Clem and Tanner. There was fear in their eyes now. Worse, Tanner seemed about to faint from lack of air. The witch snapped her fingers and the pressure on them both loosened.

"I will allow you to breathe easy," she said. "For now."

She walked past the pair and stepped behind the counter. There she bent down and picked up the snake.

"Now, Watts," she said, placing the snake on the counter. "You know there is no escaping me."

The snake convulsed.

"Oh!" Anna giggled. "Laying again, are we?"

She retrieved Gene's discarded and worthless shirt, placing it under the snake as it curled up on itself and pushed one of the bulges down its length whilst in obvious pain.

"You know," she whispered. "They get bigger every time."

She gave the snake a slight pat on its head before she let it be. She started to make her way towards the two men and then stopped once she spotted the empty birdcage. The witch tilted her head.

"Curious," she muttered. She reached out a plucked a fallen feather out of the cage, staring intensely at it for a moment before letting it drop. "Very curious."

She returned to her previous path and soon stood in front of the two men. In particular she stepped towards Clem, turning his head so that he could only stare into her eyes.

"The birds," she said. "Poor things. What do you have to say?"

"Nothing to you, bitch," Clem said, gritting his teeth.

"Little things," she continued, not seeming to have heard him. "Fragile. Did snuffing their little lives make you feel strong? Powerful? You and your brother both?"

She leaned in, peering deep into his eyes.

"Whatever paltry excuse you summon will not absolve you. You disgust me."

At that, Clem spit onto Anna's face. The witch smiled coldly and wiped it away. Then she lunged forward, placed her hand on his head. The man screamed as her fingers dug into his skull and energy lanced from her fingers. She held him like this for a few seconds and afterwards pushed him away. Shivering, he stumbled back from her, released from one magic's grasp only for another to take hold, though this one did far than keep him in place.

Clem gasped, vertigo suddenly seizing him. He cried out and clutched at his skull, terrible convulsions racking his body while something went horribly, horribly wrong inside him. His insides felt like they were pushing together, his heart impossibly squeezed by his stomach. He felt impossibly light and yet so heavy at the same time, squashed yet expanding. He squawked, elbows twisting, fingers seemingly getting longer and yet smaller, whilst his legs twisted up and back, rendering his previous stance untenable with its increased reliance on toes rather than heels. This alteration forced him to lean forward and as of such he fell. Though he attempted to catch himself on his, they did not respond like they used to; indeed, they lacked their previous dexterity, causing him to smash his face into the floor. Dazed, he rolled over onto his back, knees tucked in together until a wave of energy wracked his body. He convulsed again, whimpering slightly as small black spots sprouted from his pores, thin shapes that grew out over his hair and skin that spread over, slowly covering him with a plumage of feathers.

For the third time Clem convulsed, the sensation of lightness beating out weightiness as he started to shrink, bones hollowing out while muscle and mass evaporated into the void. The man could only watch helplessly as his point of view became lower and lower. Worse, he could see his noise shrink away in his field of view and there was an oddly comforting sensation when his ears pressed into the sides of his head, absorbed and soon covered by a proper plumage. From there, Clem rapidly loss more size and so did the changes progress even faster to keep up.

His already altered feet changed even further, five toes merging into three pointed digits while black scaly skin grew over what had been before up to his higher heels, a fourth one pressing out of the back of his foot as all developed hooked claws that could grasp onto a branch or wire. Further up his rear melded together, a fan of tailfeathers sprouting out above it even as his manhood and testicles were sucked into a new all-purpose opening that melded with his anus to form into an avian cloaca. Above that, his feathered fingers merged into a trio of digits, partially fusing together as his wrist bent permanently back and a wave of primary feathers pushing out from his arms, the ones closest to his fingers the longest of them all. Now nearly a bird, Clem cried out while his spine and bones contracted, reforming tightly over his shrinking organs. Just as his cranium began its adjustments, he was scooped out from his clothes and held cupped in both hands by Anna. He looked up at the woman but barely noticed her, so intense was the pain as his neck elongated, thinner than before. His jaws pushing forward, hooking out into a toothless beak as his cranium rounded out and his now beady black eyes shrank into his wide sockets was much worse. He would have screamed, but he no longer had that capability--he could merely shriek and caw, bereft of his humanity. He only cawed for a few seconds more before he lacked the energy to do so, Anna's magic leaving him exhausted and in the form of a common crow. So there he lay, breathing harshly through his beak, utterly powerless as Anna carried him elsewhere.

Clem heard a slight groan of metal and then he was gently placed in the bird cage. Anna tugged at his feet, spreading his legs wide and placing his talons upon two far apart bars. His talons involuntarily grasped the metal, curling around the bars firmly. Afterwards, Anna tapped each foot, causing a slight surge of electricity to go from them up to his thighs. The shock broke Clem from his exhaustion, but try as he might to remove his feet from his bars, he could not--they were held firmly there by magic and for the first time the crow realized his cloaca was totally exposed. His cloaca; a strange thought to think, that his anatomy had changed so rapidly in such a short span of time.

Despite his feet's immovability, Clem was able to lift his head a bit and look through the cage's bars so that he could see down to the counter where the snake lay, still struggling to push out what looked to be her seventeenth egg and there was still a few more on the way. Remembering what had happened to Gene, Clem looked down at his cloaca and wondered if, no, it couldn't be, sure he didn't have or couldn't see anything, but--

Anna laughed.

"Smarter than you seem," she said. "Yet still wicked, still cruel--a waste. I know what you did, Clem. How many did you kill? I can count the number from your mind even if you cannot. It is only fair that you give back, no?"

Clew cawed in protest, wings flapping uselessly as he tried to somehow fly away from his predicament.

"Silly bird," she said, stepping back towards the cage, one finger poking inside. "I left your mind for a reason."

She pointed the finger at his cloaca. There was no energy, no sudden discharge of light, no visual of magic yet Clem still felt something spring between that finger and his cloaca. He shuddered as something worked its way through his avian cloaca. It didn't feel good, it felt intrusive, a violation of his form and function. Still it wormed its way deeper and deeper until it reached an area Clem had not known she possessed. There the invisible energy exploded, filling Clem's womb with warm. The crow cawed as she felt multiple things swell within her, dropping quickly down into her oviduct. Eggs. She was swelling with eggs.

Mostly immobilized, Clem was truly helpless as she felt many, many eggs fill her up, lending her quite a few obvious bumps through her avian frame. It was not an entirely painless process and yet the crow could not close her eyes, the pain just biting that she had to witness it. More troubling was out of the corner of her view she could still see the snake laying, reminding all to well what could only happen next. Eggs did not just stay in, after all.

For the snake, however, there seemed to be some reprieve as she finally pushed her last egg out onto the fluid-stained shirt. Finished, she laid her head down and curled around her clutch of twenty or so large, spherical eggs. Clem couldn't believe their size. How had the snake got them through her vent? How was she going to get her eggs through her? As before, the only way was out...

Anna stepped away from the cage and picked up the snake, that seemed to be so tired that she scarcely moved.

"Good girl," she whispered. "So many more children. How many is that? Seventy? Eighty?" She laughed as the snake stirred to life. "You are in luck. There are some snakes in the back here that would love to get you to one hundred."

The snake feebly struggled, but it was obvious she did not have much fight in her. Clem watched as Anna disappeared through the "Employees Only" door. Suddenly Clem felt a lurch in her cloaca and then the first egg was on its way. Claws gripping ever tightly on the bars, she laid back, wings spread, as she made the first push. By this time Anna returned, a familiar box in hand. She placed it on the counter and turned towards Clem.

"Oh!" she said. "Faster than I had hoped. May your first be wonderful!"

Yet it wasn't wonderful for Clem. It hurt, a lot. Sure, there was some pleasure in releasing the pressure, but the feel of the hardened egg's shell on her passage did much to combat any enjoyment she might have enjoyed from the activity. Just how big was it?

Anna disappeared from her field of view again and when she returned she was pushing Tanner towards the counter. She turned the large man around and angled his face up so that he could see the crow struggling so hard to lay her first clutch. Clem shuddered in humiliation and the moment was made worse when all heard a nearby yowl as the cats in the cage began mate once more. Her brother was in there, Clem knew, and she was in here. What would happen to her father?

"Perchance," Anna began, speaking in Tanner's ear. "I should have changed you first. Yet...yet this is so much better or so much worse for you. Your sons--female as they are, not really daughters, no, you did not birth them after all--your sons are not as they were, one a pussy, the other a bird and both helpless. Does this torment you? It should. Mayhaps it will make up for all the suffering you have caused man and creature. No." She shook her head. "Tis no enough. I think the skink still needs a mate."

With this, Anna lightly tapped Tanner's wide forehead with two fingers. Clem watched as his father cried out, clutching the spot with one hand while warding off Anna with the other. It was too late though. A patch of red scales had already formed at the spot and there was something off with his father's eyes. They had darkened to black and his face was already pushing forward, hair falling out as other features faded to flatness. In the next moment, Tanner lost sight of his father for two reasons: first, her father shrank so fast that his clothes pooled around the large space he had occupied, covering a wriggling thing beneath, and second, the first of many eggs finally crowned, immediately drawing the crow's attention to the most painful part of the process.

Clem pushed, but the egg did not seem to want to fully come out. She let out a call of dismay, causing Anna to turn towards her. The witch smiled and came up to the cage, again pointing a finger inside.

"Oh, you are almost there," she said. "But no, not yet."

Clem cawed as a force pushed against the egg, more than a match for her laying muscles. Slowly but surely, the egg was forced back into her passage.

No, no, no!

The egg pushed farther and farther back until it was at the beginning again. Clem quailed as the pushing began again, and for what?

Anna laughed at her handiwork and then turned back to the piles of clothes that no doubt contained the transformed Tanner. She reached down and retrieved the wriggling form, holding it up to the cage so that Clem could see.

What the witch held in her hand was a frightened looking skink with red, orange, and green scales covering the front in stripes until the colors faded away into a blue tail. A likewise blue tongue flicked out of the anxious lizard's maw. Anna turned the creature over and momentarily rubbed at her belly, before pinching at the skink's vent. The diminutive lizard squirmed, but there was nothing it could do while her belly began to swell.

"Like father, like son," she said. "Though that poor skink deserves some love. He is so lonely and afraid in that box. I am sure he will not mind you being already gravid."

Laughing, Anna carried the lizard to the counter and opened the box.

"Enjoy!" she said, before promptly dumping the skink into the container below where the male lay in wait. Satisfied, the woman looked back towards Clem who once again had managed to get the egg to crown. She shook her head.

"No, no, no, much too easy."

The crow squawked as the egg was once again pushed back in. Soon the bird's sounds of distress were joined by the yowling of two cats having just finished their second session and the hisses of a lizard taking a male on for the first time. Anna took in the sounds and smiled.

"Well," she smirked. "This turned out nicely."