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[i]Dale wanted to get involved in the supernatural world and got his wish a week ago when his imp friend Franklin called him up to vanquish a monster known as a necro. Things got out of control and multiple times Dale-- put in explicitly terrifying situations-- had to run for his life (among other embarrassments).

After the incident, Dale swore off ever doing anything with the supernatural again, and he meant it. But even if Dale was done with the supernatural, the supernatural was not done with him.[/i]

Dale was making the most of his Sunday night. He was alone in his room, playing video games. It was getting late and he knew he should have get some dinner soon. Earlier when he grabbed a snack, he saw that he didn't have much in terms of cooking supplies so he headed out to find a fast food place.

The night had a chilly breeze so Dale got his hoody and zipped it up. His neighborhood was an old suburbia with a lot of houses that were built a generation ago or more. There were a lot of hillocks and roads that went up and down the bumps in landscape.

It was quiet.

Dale could feel Franklin's eyes on him as he stepped out the door. Dale would have trouble spotting the imp because Franklin's blue skin would have blended well into the dark sky.

The boy ignored any feelings of being watched and walked down the sidewalk. Some lights were on in nearby houses. The quiet chatter of other people rang around the streets.

Past the park there was a long stretch where there were no buildings off the sidewalk and there weren't any other pedestrians by the time Dale took to walking its length. The road didn't have many cars passing through either.

Nobody around. It was Franklin's chance to talk. Fluttering through the trees on his stubby bat wings, he saw Dale was alone and zipped out to greet him.

"Heya, kid," said Franklin.

Dale glanced over at his imp acquaintance and sighed. Franklin was wearing his usual of his biker jacket over a concert tee and blue jeans, and all the clothes were fit for his foot-long form. His impy feet were bare.

Dale said nothing.

Franklin, awkward in being forceful, scratched the back of his head. "Lissen. I gots to take you in in ta see da boss."

"I'm not going anywhere," said Dale. He saw the lights of the plaza up ahead, "Anywhere except a restaurant."

"You don' undahstand," said Franklin. He talked with his hands, "I gots [i]orders[/i] to bring ye in. And we can do dis da easy way or da hard way. I'm sures you know what I could do ta ya if I hads to."

Dale stopped and sighed. He looked up glaring at Franklin for a second.

The magical world had an arsenal of ability and weapons, a couple that had been used on Dale himself. If he didn't comply, he knew that Franklin could use some magical device to control him-- or worse.

The boy sighed. "Where do we go?"

"Follow me," said Franklin.

It looked like dinner would have to wait. With Franklin keeping an eye on the vincinity to make sure no other humans saw him, he led Dale ahead-- the destination, Dale had no idea.

Franklin corralled Dale through town. They walked through the neighborhood avoiding and ignoring other humans where they could. There were a couple of kids walking down the sidewalk, talking loudly, so Franklin dove into a bush to remain unseen. Once they were gone the imp came back out and continued with Dale to where they needed to be.

They walked to the edge of the suburban part of the city, into the rundown parts of the town with all the closed steel mills. The quiet became more quiet and eerie. Franklin and Dale continued out to the remote parts of town where houses were few and trees were abundant.

There were any sidewalks-- they walked on the side of the road. It was ok, though, no cars seemed to be riding that road that night.

There was a large house surrounded by woods. Dale had seen it before-- it was a [i]manor[/i]; who could ignore it?-- but never paid much attention to it. It was an old mansion with a huge yard surrounded by iron fence. Paying attention to the fence for the first time, Dale realized there wasn't a gate. There wasn't an entrance among all the perimeter he could see. The entire fence was solid.

Franklin led Dale away from the road and down the side of the fence. He got fifty feet and then stopped. He gazed at the fence and spoke, "Entry."

The fence split and curved away like an orange peel. Dale had entry. he and Franklin passed through the fence and it folded back into place, its wires and poles reconnecting.

Dale looked back at the fence. Sealed shut. The boy was trapped inside that place.

Franklin and Dale approached the manor. The yard was unkempt with a lot of twigs and other foliage. Dale's steps crunched leaves underneath. There were hollowed out logs resting on the yard. If the goal was to make the place seem spooky, the owner was doing a good job.

As the imp and the boy got close, Dale could see that some lights were on and that the faint sound of music was playing from within.

Who lived here? Dale asked himself. Who was Franklin's boss? Dale dreaded the answer.

A sharp laughter rang through the trees. There were people inside alright. A shadow flashed on the window but it was too quick of a thing for Dale to make out the shape of the shadow. It looked humanoid though so Dale quelled his fears that he was entering the home of an ogre king, although he didn't know if there were such thing as ogres or not.

Dale and Franklin went to the back of the manor where its presentation was less inviting. The walls were unordained and tall. There were no porches to be seen. The ground was the same kind of chaotic foresty mess as what the two had traveled so far.

Dale and Franklin went through a back door. They entered into a dark sitting room. With the curtains closed none of the evening light could come in and there was a wall lamp lit by the door on the opposite side of the room. Dale walked around couches and tables.

There was distant chatter. What world had Dale walked into? He and Franklin walked into a hallway. It was a brighter corridor with finished wooden walls and red carpet. The paintings on the walls were odd selections. One was a swirl of dark colors and another was two horses dressed in fancy clothes fitted for their feral bodies.

Dale's eyes caught a painting of a strange flower. He blinked and realized it was a 14" by 18" painting of someone's vagina.

"This must be Dale," said a voice.

Dale took his eyes away from the vaginal painting to look over and be shocked. It was a skeleton!

He stared at Dale with his hollow black eyes. The skeleton stood upright and wore an old helmet on his head. Nothing else adorned his body. He was a magical assembly of bones that moved like a real human.

The skeleton stepped towards Dale and Dale yelped and hopped back. The skeleton stopped and heaved back to laugh.

"Dat he is, Lenny," said Franklin. "Dale... meet Lenny."

Dale stared at the skeleton. The skeleton gazed back at him with empty sockets of blackness.

Lenny jolted at Dale. "Boo!"

Dale flinched and Lenny laughed. Dale got a grip and said, "What are you?"

"Don't see a lot of skeletons, do ya?" said Lenny, "Want to hear a scary fact?" Lenny leaned close to Dale. "There's one of us inside of you right now!" He looked over to Franklin, "Is he the one that pisses his pants?"

"Offen enough," said Franklin.

Lenny tapped the side of Dale's leg, Dale not flinching so much that time. "Why's he not in a diaper then?"

Franklin and Lenny laughed and Dale stood there, feeling like a buffoon.

"Where's da boss?" asked Franklin.

"She's upstairs getting her makeup on," said Lenny. "She'll be down in a few. Everyone's in the living room."

Lenny escorted Dale and Franklin through the manor. It was a sizable place so the walk took more than a half minute. The manor had long halls with several rooms off of them. With the doors closed, Dale couldn't know what was inside. As the three of them got close to the living room, an assortment of voices were heard.

Dale walked into the room. It was a large lounging area with couches and tables that looking like there meant for a kind of gaming Dale wasn't familiar with. There was another skeleton there, standing behind a couch. Her skull had a snout protruding out the front, though.

There was a rabbit dressed in some clothes like the frog Dale met the other day. There was a person with pale skin and long ears dressed in a suit there, too. Dale wasn't sure what he was supposed to be. He looked like a vampire or goblin but Dale wasn't sure. And as Dale approached the couch he saw a creature sitting on it, about three feet in height. It was a humanoid creature and she wore clothes. The blouse she wore was low cut so her cleavage was in full display. Her skin was tawny and she was bald so Dale thought she looked like a goblin. Dale assumed right. Michalina [i]was[/i] a goblin.

And in the corner, there was another human boy-- one about Dale's age. It was Tommy- dressed in a light blue buttoned down shirt over a white tee and a pair of blue jeans. His had shaggy brown hair. He looked up at Dale. Dale and him exchanged a prolonged stare. What was the other's story, both of them wondered.

"The other human's here," said Lenny.

Everyone glanced at Dale and Dale felt the time stop. An assortment of monsters and fae creatures staring at him; it was uncomfortable.

"Oh, is this the human?" the goblin lady said in a strange European accent. Michalina tapped the couch, the seat beside her. She smiled, "Come over. Have a sit."

Dale didn't move. A couple chuckles went around the room.

Lindisfarne, the female skeleton with a snouted head, cross her arms and gestured at Dale. "What's the matter with him? Is he a retard or something?"

Franklin fluttered over to Dale's shoulder and tapped it. "No, he's a reguluh ol' idiot."

The skeleton dragon or whatever she was kicked her bony foot into the couch. "Sit!"

Dale briskly walked to the couch and sat down beside the goblin lady. He peered into her eyes. She had a matronly look with her glasses, dangly earrings and lipstick. Her breasts were out for Dale to ogle, and they were nice looking!

Oh no, thought Dale, am I going to have sex with a monster lady [i]again[/i]?

The rabbit, Rutherford was his name, hopped up on the couch. He wore a white-shirt, a tie, and black pants fitted for his feral form. He looked over at Tommy and shouted in a cocky tone. "Hey, Tommy! Get over here!"

Tommy got up. With a sunken posture he walked over and sat down beside Dale. They crossed eyes for a split second but both boys turned away.

Lindisfarne gave the two a good condescending look, hinging her skeletal wrists to her hips. "Don't these boys [i]constantly[/i] piss their pants? We should put down some newspaper!"

The room laughed. Except Dale and Tommy, of course.

Franklin dropped himself on top of the couch beside Dale and Tommy's heads. He pointed at Dale. "Dis kid here doesn't [i]constantly[/i] widdle himself but he does it enough ta get me thinkin' he needs ta start wearin' adult diapers!"

What was Dale supposed to do except take it? Between the non-humans laughing at him and the chesty goblinoid beside him, it was a repeat of the evening he had with Fiona a week earlier.

Rutherford put his legs on Tommy's lap. "Last time he fought a necro, he cried and got so scared he totally messed in his underwear and fainted! No wonder he ended up quitting fighting them!"

This got another cheer from the crowd. Tommy cringed from embarrassment. The rabbit was so open about Tommy's embarrassments.

Dale wondered, though. Was Tommy fighting necros too? It seemed like he also wanted out of the game. Why were they there? Dale worried that someone would try to convince them otherwise.

"Dale's whizzed himself each time," said Franklin.

"So has Tommy," said Rutherford.

"That's not true!" said Tommy, "Not [i]every[/i] time."

Rutherford snerked and took his forepaws off of Tommy's lap. "Yeah, there was [i]one[/i] time you [i]didn't[/i] wet your pants!"

This was humorous to the crowd as well.

Michalina reached over and patted Dale's knee. "Don't blame them. Humans have trouble with that."

The crowd let out another laugh, but then everyone went quiet. Dale sensed a terrible presence. He felt like a snake was going to strike him from behind but when he looked over the couch, it wasn't a snake he saw.

Zarlik was a doberman and had all the staunch ferocity of that dog breed. Her snout was tight and her ears were pointy. Like the other "special" ferals that Dale had gotten to know over the last couple weeks, she wore clothes shaped for her feral body: a red jacket with a collar that went up her canine neck and dark brown pants.

Her steps were quiet yet each one grabbed everyone's attention. She had her eyes locked on Dale. The boy's blood turned cold.

As she walked around to the front of the couch. She said, "So you are the human that Franklin conscripted to fight necros, correct? The one that has decided to part ways with the little activity?"

Her body bumped into Michalina's legs as she walked up to Dale's feet. She looked up. Her expression was neutral but it was a controlled relaxed look and it got Dale scared.

"Y... yeah," said Dale. "B-b-but I don't want to do it anymore..."

Zarlik's eyes sunk away. "That's a shame." She batted a paw on Dale's knee. "You look like a good specimen for the job."

Her tone was calm and even comfortable. If she had the look of a dangerous creature, she was behaving civilly. Dale wasn't sure what to make of the situation.

"A good specimen?" asked Dale.

Zarlik hung her head low, defeated. "I know it might seem challenging, but we do important work!" She took a paw off of Dale's knee and sat in front of Dale, her posture dignified. "Let me tell you about Enueq."

"Enueq?" asked Dale.

"Enueq is de one whose making all dem necros," said Franklin.

"They are his minions," said Zarlik, putting a paw on Dale's shoe, "He wants to invade this world and destroy humanity!"

Dale figured that the monsters he had been fighting were tied to some larger threat. It turned his blood cold to find out the truth. Trouble is afoot and people like Dale are the first line of defense? Humanity was fucked!

"I want to defeat him before he succeeds," said Zarlik, "Won't you help me?"

Dale felt inspired and responsible for a moment with that dog giving him an impassioned look, but his nerve shivered and faded. "I... I can't."

Zarlik backed away a few steps and gave him a judgmental look before wiping a slight grin on her face. "How about you join us for dinner and think it over? Who knows... maybe you'll change your mind before the end of the night!"

Dale hadn't eaten yet. He was hungry. He wasn't sure what kind of food they served in that house since a few of them were literal animals, a couple of them were skeletons, and the rest were faeries, but he had a decent casserole at that demon lady's place so there was a chance that the dining could be edible.

"Yeah," said Dale, "What are you having?"

A wisp appeared. A wisp with a face. A wisp with a mustache. It was Orlerdy, Zarlik's butler and he startled Dale with his sudden appearance. The wisp paid Dale's shock no mind and said, "We are serving pork roast with red wine gravy with a side of steamed asparagus and bruschetta."

Dale blinked and thought about that menu for a moment. It sounded good!

"Ok..." said Dale, "I'll join you."

Everyone moved. It was the slow crawl to the door to the dining room. The room emptied with Franklin leading Dale the way there. Zarlik and Orlerdy stayed behind.

The dog waited for everyone to leave. Once the room was empty her eyes glowed red like a blood moon. She looked over at Orlerdy. "Did you set up the chairs?"

"All of them have been hexed with the energic rune, Lady Zarlik," said Orlerdy.

"Good," said Zarlik, "Go on ahead and make sure that Tommy and seated across Dale."

"Yes, Lady Zarlik," said Orlerdy. His form faded into nothing and he was gone.

Zarlik hopped off the couch arm and walked to the door, her tail curving up in the air like a noose.

Dale thought the manor looked pretty nice now that he was more comfortable in it. Not [i]too[/i] comfortable, as he was still in the company of a household of monsters and cryptids. Everytime he looked over at Helfix and saw his noseless face and blade-like teeth he felt the hairs on the back of his body stand up.

The boy ignored it and focused on behaving himself. He watched Rutherford and Tommy behind him chat with each other but couldn't overhear what they were saying with Franklin and Michalina chatting too.

There were two big doors and Lindisfarne and Lenny opened them up to a feast for the eyes. The dining room was like something out of a movie. It was big, with a high ceiling. There was a long table with a sleek veneer on it. Candles and decoration rowed its center. Beautiful chairs occupied its sides.

Most of the crowd took their seat aside from Dale and Tommy, who were both too uncomfortable to pick a chair. Orlerdy appeared before them and pointed at an empty seat between Lenny and Michalina. "Would you take that seat please, Dale?"

Lenny and Michalina looked over at Dale. They smiled. A cold tingle went down Dale's back but he knew he should listen to the inhabitants of the house. He took his seat, ignoring the skeleton gawking at him. Michalina was short enough that her breasts smacked the edge of the table.

Hopefully the food was good, he thought.

Orlerdy gestured over at a seat beside the rabbit. "Go take a seat beside Rutherford, would you Tommy?"

Tommy never had to deal with specific seating before but didn't think nothing of it. He walked around the table to the other side and took his spot beside Rutherford. The rabbit needed a stack of tomes so that his body was up to the table, but he was seated on a chair and Zarlik cared about formality.

Zarlik walked into the room and glanced at Tommy sitting on a chair. She went down his side of the table, walking casually. As she passed by Tommy's chair, her tail glowed for a moment and tapped the leg of the seat. A faint light peered out beneath the cushion, but went unnoticed by all except Zarlik.

Lindisfarne and Helfix carried in the meals. They were served in steel food domes although not new ones. When Lindisfarne brought Dale's meal over to him-- and she didn't set it down without giving Dale a look-- Dale glanced at the serving dish. The steel was scratched and stained.

Dale lifted the dish and the insides were looking better than the outside. The pork roast was medium-well done with a tasty shade of pink riding its two slices. There was a drizzle of red wine gravy on top of them with a pool underneath should Dale have wanted more. The steamed asparagus had beautiful green on it and it was coated in zesty spices. The bruschetta-- Dale had to take a second to recognize the bread. Was it sliced [i]challah[/i]? Dale believed it was. It was topped with a spreading of marinara sauce and some kind of cheese on top of that. Diced tomatoes and sprigs of parsley took the peak.

The boy had to admit, it looked good.

Everyone got their meals and Lindisfarne and Helfix joined them. The bruschetta called to Dale so he started by picking up the bread and taking a bit. The bread was crisp, although it lacked the char of a good bruschetta. The marinara made it soggy. Dale noticed the flaws before being hit with delicious cheese and tomato flavors capped by the savory hint of parsley. It was high quality stuff.

The pork was so tender Dale could have inhaled it and the asparagus was snappy and fresh. The herbs brought out the aromatic flavors.

There was a tension in that mansion but Dale could forget it since the food was so good. He didn't think he could make meals that well. He looked around and wondered who the cook was.

As he gazed around, he a got a glimpse of Lenny eating-- the skeleton without a stomach, throat or proper mouth. When Lenny cradled a bit of food up to his mouth, put it inside and his skeleton jaw clamped down on the fork, the food toppled down his spine like it was bouncing down an invisible throat before vanishing into mystical flames.

Lenny caught Dale staring. "What?"

Dale turned away, embarrassed. "Uh, nothing."

Zarlik had taken a seat beside Rutherford. Being a feral-shaped dog, she too had to sit on some books to reach the table. She bit into the food, no fork or knife, and chewed elegantly.

Dale glanced at Tommy. The boy ate his meal without concern.

"I hear that Dale here is an aspiring chef," said Rutherford.

"Yaaah!" said Franklin, sitting a few seats away from Dale. "Dat's wut he's goin' ta school for!"

"I hope the meal's up to his liking," said Zarlik.

Dale smiled. "It's really good! Well done."

Zarlik chuckled and brought her gaze over to Tommy. "Tommy... I believe you are in school as well?"

Tommy looked troubled. He fiddled with the knife in his hands. Then he spoke: "Y-yes. I am taking administration."

"Administration?" said Zarlik. She took a bite of food, chewed quietly, then swallowed. "Was does that entail?"

Tommy shrugged. "It's just office stuff. Computers and shit."

Zarlik let out a playful scoff. She took a bite of her food and then said, "You don't sound enthusiastic."

"It's a job," said Tommy. "I want to get an education like that because the jobs pay well."

"Money, is it?" asked Zarlik, curved a brow. "If you need money, I could pay you. Come back to the fold, Tommy."

Tommy fidgeted with his fork, awkward. He hesitated to speak and even when it uttered "N-no..." he had to turn away and his words were quiet.

Zarlik would leave him alone for the time being but looked at Tommy's seat. She could sense that the hex was working and its evolutionary energy draining properties.

In due time. She turned her attention to Dale. Her face went soft. "And you are learning culinary arts, I hear."

It was this conversation again. The last time Dale talked about his college pursuits, he ended up having his mind devolved and, while in that state, he mounted a demoness.

"The food's great," said Dale, expecting some question about his opinion on the food.

Tommy coughed. Dale and a few others check on him but just after his cough came out he got back to eating. Nothing was wrong, apparently.

"Isn't it, though?" said Zarlik. She took rested her head on her forepaws and gazed at Zarlik. "Would you prefer working as my chef instead of some necro hunter?"

"Yeah," said Dale, worried where the dog was going with the question.

"How about I have you two"-- Zarlik motioned at Tommy as well as Dale-- "work as a team? Think you could do that?"

Tommy and Dale stared at each other. They were silent, exchanging psychic waves of comfort. They were quiet while they sympathized for each other in the awkward situation they were in.

But that's when Dale noticed something funny about Tommy. His facial features looked weathered and as Tommy held his fork and knife, Dale noticed Tommy's fingers looking wrinkled. Dale ignored it, though, because it wasn't polite to focus on somebody's unpleasant features.

"I don't want to hunt necros," said Dale. "It's not for me. There has to be someone more qualified--"

"You don't trust my judgement?" asked Zarlik.

"N-no..." said Dale.

Zarlik stepped up onto the table with a click of her paws and tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at Dale. "So you [i]don't[/i] trust my judgement?"

"N-no!" Dale coughed, crumbs of food falling out of his mouth as he removed his fork in a panic. "I don't [i]not[/i] trust your judgement!"

"That's good," said Zarlic. "At least somebody has their faith in me." He glanced at Tommy.

Tommy was looking rougher than before. His claws were long and hair was growing out of his sleeves. Dale looked closely at Tommy's face. His mouth was bulging out and his fangs were more noticeable. Was his five o'clock shadow always that apparent?

Tommy blinked and looked at Zarlic. "I have faith in you."

"Sure you do," said Zarlic, hopping back down to her seat. "Well... even if you two are not going to be necro hunters anymore... it couldn't hurt to discuss your adventures fighting them."

"I d-uh-don't really want to," said Tommy.

Dale glanced at Tommy. Was he transforming? He tried to ignore whatever was happening to how he was perceiving Tommy and spoke. "That's hard to talk about. It was traumatizing for us."

"Yeah," said Tommy, looking like he was going to add something to that but then not saying anything more.

"Then talk about it to help yourself recover from the trauma," said Lenny.

Like fuck it will, thought Dale.

Hair was appearing all over Tommy's face. It wasn't a beard-- it was hair. It grew on his cheeks and neck as he mouth pushed out. The hair was also noticeable on his arms. Fur was on his body, the same color as his hair.

Dale's blood turned cold. Something was weird.

"What's happening to him?" asked Dale, addressing the monsters around him but not the boy himself.

"Whatever do you mean?" asked Lenny, smiling.

Rutherford noticed his human friend transforming too. He knew what the boy was transforming into and knew what that meant for the boy's fate.

The rabbit lowered his ears and looked over at Zarlik. "Zarlik, why are--"

"Nothing is wrong here," said Zarlik, loud enough for Dale to hear but also aiming her mouth towards Rutherford. The dog gave the rabbit a serious look. She cleared the intensity from her voice and gazed over at Tommy. "Tell us, Tommy. What has it been like?"

"I've been fighting a lot," said Tommy. "I never did that before."

"No?" asked Zarlik, "Never had to fight a hyena or an animal of that nature."

"[i]Noooooo![/i]" said Tommy, his tone sounding drunk. "I never did stuff"-- he clicked his tongue-- "like that. I'm not a..." he stopped and heaved his shoulders because he couldn't think of the word.

Hair was growing down Tommy's arms and popping out his shirt. Dale had heard of transformed people and met one himself but watching Tommy mutate was a horrifying.

Dale, eyes full of terror, gestured at Tommy so that everyone could notice. "What's... what's wrong with him?"

"Whuh?" asked Tommy, his articulation breaking down.

"What do you mean, Dale?" asked Zarlik, a sinister rumble underneath her curious tone.

"He's... hairy," said Dale.

Tommy put his clawed hands on his face and felt the fur going down his cheeks and neck. "Yeah.... so?"

"You're transforming," said Dale.

Tommy looked at himself. Everything was normal. His arms were hairy, his claws were long. Maybe his feet were getting uncomfortable in those shoes. He chuckled and smiled at Dale. "No, I not."

His words were slurring, too. What was going on? Was the transformation of his mouth-- his mouth jutting out and his teeth getting more feral-- affecting his speech? Dale looked into Tommy's eyes. The cognition was draining out of him. No, the transformation was affecting his mind!

Dale couldn't eat, not with what he was watching. He rested his fork on his plate but didn't dig into the food.

"How many necros did you fight?" asked Zarlik.

Tommy squinted. "Whut?"

"The black, shadowy monsters," said Zarlik, "the ones you've been fighting!"

"Oh!" said Tommy, before drifting off.

Zarlik watched him stare into space for a few seconds, then spoke, "So how many have you [i]fought[/i]?"

"Uhhh..." Tommy took his hairy hand to his head and scratched, pursing his lips as he thought. "Few."

A few of the people in the room chuckled. The guy was having trouble putting together a sentence. [i]A few.[/i]

It was the part of dumbification that Franklin loved the most, when the target was too stupid to understand their own privacy. The imp floated up on the table and walked down the surface towards the hairy demi-human, he clawed feet tapping on the polished surface.

Franklin smiled. "Were ye scared fightin' those necros?"

Tommy nodded. "Yeah! It... it scary..."

"Did it scare you so bad dat it made you pee in your drawers?" asked Franklin.

Tommy had forgotten what 'drawers' meant and thought that Franklin was referring to the furniture. The dumb monkeyed boy to a finger to his chin, trying to understand why fighting those dark monsters would get him so scared that he would have to use the washroom in his drawers.

The others snickered anyway.

Dale's blood turned cold. He looked over at Zarlik. "P-please... turn him back."

Zarlik perked her ears and tilted her head. "Turn who back?"

Dale scowled and pointed at Tommy. "Tommy! Turn him back!"

Tommy knew Dale was talking about him but didn't understand what Dale's problem was. Tommy was transforming? In what way? The monkified boy looked at himself and checked his fingers and his palms. His hands seemed regular as usual. His hair arms and his smooth skin on the fingers-- Tommy was normal!

"Me... transforming?" said Tommy.

"Pay him no mind, Tommy," said Zarlik, "Dale doesn't know what he is talking about."

Dale sunk back into his seat and hyperventilated. He had a front row seat to the bastardization of a human being. Tommy's face had gotten pretty hairy-- looking very monkey like. His intelligence was fading from his eyes, staring out into the world with an empty head.

Tommy looked at his food, picked a piece of the asparagus up with his fingers and took a brutish bite of the tip. He chewed and swallowed. It was pretty good, though the dumb monkey.

His attention turned to the fork on the table. The monkey pressed down on the tines and flipped it a feet across the table. He smiled and clapped his hands in joy. His stupidity got the laughter from several table members, with Lenny letting out a loud cackle. Michalina's chuckle was quiet.

Dale stared in horror. Was Tommy going to be like that forever? Why would Zarlik do that to a person? Rutherford was also quite distraught, watching his beloved human friend fade from existence with a dumb monkey replacing him... wearing his clothes.

"Looks like my entertainment has the monkey seal of approval," said Zarlik.

Lenny slammed a fist on the table, smiling wide, "Let's bring over that monkey girl that Zedd has and see what the two do to each other!"

Franklin huffed. "Two monkey people?" He smiled. "I know exactly wut dose two are gunna do!"

Michalina smiled. "It would be a fun time to watch a couple primatoids go at it." She leaned forward and twirled her fork. "I'm sure the devolution gave Tommy an upgrade in his package."

Dale's heart was beating quietly. He stared at Tommy as the primatoid looked around like he had just arrived into the room and didn't know what was what.

Tommy felt a pang. He leaned forward, mouth hanging open, and let go. The primatoid's bladder released and his chunky penis released urine into his underwear. In a second, the underwear was soaked and the pee flooded his pants, splashing the fabric with liquid.

Rutherford was the first to notice but couldn't bring himself to say anything. The rabbit was so upset he felt close to pissing his pants himself. Zarlik took a look past Rutherford to see the primatoid's pants turn wet and the streams to go down his legs, dripping out around his monkey feet.

Zarlik snickered. "The monkey is peeing in his pants!"

There were chuckles and snickers abound. Franklin smiled wide and had to go see. He walked over to Tommy where the monkey boy was staring out into space as he did the wonderful deed of relieving himself. The imp looked over the edge of the table to see Tommy's seat covered in wet and his slacks to have dark, wet stains all over his thighs. Liquid dripped off the seat.

"Tommy's pissed himself!" said Franklin.

Lenny let out a sharp cackle. "Dumb monkey, doesn't even know how to hold it!"

Many chuckles were had at the table. Michalina had a polite giggle to herself over the monkey boy failing basic potty-training.

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Tommy leaned forward and his eyes split. The monkey boy had to empty his bowels too, so the monkey boy went. Down his tunnel, out his anus, and into his pissed underwear went the poo. The log crashed into the underwear and spread around the bottom, rubbing up against Tommy's new fur and skin alike. It bundled under the monkey boy's taint and pushed out underneath it.

Franklin took a whiff. "Now he's crapping his drawers, too!"

Another big laugh.

Rutherford looked around. Everyone was having such a good time watching the rabbit's friend mutate and humiliate himself. The rabbit uttered a deflate chuckle, trying to fit in.

Zarlik took a whiff and shook her head. "Pyyyew!" She leaned down to Rutherford. "You should have put your human--" she stopped-- "Your [i]former[/i] human friend into a diaper before he came here!"

Tommy dug his cheeks into the seat and continued to take his crap, pushing out a good pound of shit into his monkey pants. The odor rose from his lap like a fireplace. Tommy leaned back up, satisfied with his relief and ready to continue eating. The monkey boy picked up the pork slice and took a big bite out of it, getting gravy on his fingers.

"Why?" asked Dale, "Why are you doing this to him?"

Zarlik stared at Dale. The human boy's blood turned cold. Zarlik got on the table and stepped over to Tommy who was making a mess of his dinner plate. She looked at him and smirked.

"Tommy," said Zarlik, "how are you feeling?"

The monkey didn't respond. The name meant nothing to him and he could no longer understand speech.

Franklin looked over at Zarlik. "Der's nuthin' leff of 'im."

Zarlik gave a hearty chuckle and then shot a sharp look at Dale. The boy saw this gaze and had the instinct to dash to the door but his legs were frozen. He couldn't get up, he could only stare back.

The dog's claws tapped on the table as she stepped over to Dale's seat. As she got close, she growled. She got into his face, snarling. "Tommy dishonored me by wanting to quit. I had chosen him and he wanted to quit because fighting necros was too hard."

Dale wanted to say something in response, but his throat had gone limp. He couldn't muster the strength to say a word.

"And the same thing will happen to you if you choose to quit," said Zarlik. "Do I make myself clear?"

[b]*PSSSSSSSSSSS*[/b]

All over the room everyone could hear that hissing sound. Zarlik, Michalina, and Lenny looked down at Dale's lap to see wetness burst at his crotch, drizzling his thighs and spreading down the seat.

Dale's heart stopped as he knew what he was doing. Wetness went down his legs and his bottom was bathed in warm liquid. The stress of the evening had ruined his bladder control and Zarlik's threat had set it to zero.

Lenny cheered. "Another one has pissed his pants!"

Franklin strutted up, smile on his face and hands behind his back. He went up to the edge beside Zarlik and looked down to see his human friend had urinated into his pants. Dale sat still, breathing heavily and his cheeks wet.

Michalina chuckled. "I would say someone has had too much to drink but we haven't served the wine yet!"

Everyone laughed. Everyone but Rutherford and Dale. Even Tommy, who didn't understand what was going on let out a monkey laugh.

Zarlik tapped Franklin's shoulder. "Bring your human friend to the upstairs spare room. There should be some clothes waiting for him and a faucet to help him clean up."

"Come on, Dale," said Franklin, floating up. "Come with me."

Dale couldn't move his legs. He shivered in his seat pool.

"[i]Move![/i]" barked Zarlik.

Dale flinched and fell out of his chair. This got another laugh. He stared at Zarlik in horror and was so distraught that when he got up to run off, he dashed the wrong way. Franklin waved at him and Dale followed the imp to the door, pants flashing those wet streaks.

They left the room and Zarlik went back to her seat to continue her dinner. Rutherford sat there, his ears fallen and the rabbit morose.

"What's the matter?" asked Zarlik.

"We..." Rutherford cleared his throat. "Me and Tommy, we were going to see a movie this week."

Zarlik look over at the monkey boy. He had a puddle underneath his chair. The monkey was making a mess of his clothes and the table trying to eat his dinner. Gravy was slathered on the table and asparagus had toppled out of the tray. The monkey happily chewed on his food.

The dog chuckled. "You can still take him to a movie. I don't think he'll understand it, though!" She laughed.

Zarlik continued her meal and Rutherford stared at his former friend. Tommy entered the manor with all of his memories but he wasn't leaving with them.

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