High above in the aether in the impassioned moonlit sky sat invisible to the world, not cupid with his bow and arrow as one would expect from a night of realized love, but instead sat one cackling lord of chaos.

"Whaa ha ha! Whoo hoo hoo! this is too good!" Staring down at the debauchery he just witnessed, (and maybe even aided) the chimeric draconequus couldn't help but be mirthful. He wiped a tear from his eye, "Hee hee, to think they would get into it so soon. What a wonderful surprise." However it was the result he wanted. Despite any mixed feeling they would have about such things now, it would happen eventually. The spell he laced into the Brony's transformation was after all derived off of one special enchantment invented by Love Butt Princess herself and designed specifically to strengthen any bonds a pony may share as well as make them more suggestive to the idea of romantic partnership to the one the spell is rooted to. In this case, the Unicorn Ian.

For one to have already expressed such a strong display of love and passion must have meant that those seeds of blossoming romance were already there to begin with. He couldn't wait to see how this scenario would unfold. Unfortunately he knew he had to tear himself away from from the group, and by that he meant quite literally.

Grabbing himself by the horns, he tore himself into another complete version of himself, "Horse apples! I wanted to watch them make more love." The clone complained hoping to see the others in action.

Discord rolled his eyes, "Don't whine, you'll see it in memory when you become one with me again." The clone pouted, but he continued, "I'm sure you'll have just enough fun with the next group of people you pick. That'll be very important, and do make sure to be subtle about it."

The clone crossed his arms, "Fah! Subtlety never was our strong point. Loud and obvious has always been our typical game." He glanced back down at the two ponies. The female just gushed a gallon of spunk that was pumped into her snatch. The draconequus stroked his beard in amusement at the antic, "But then again, I suppose this method has its own kind of fun in its own unique way." He stood straight up with a military garb, "Worry not sir!" He saluted, "Troops are ready at your command sir!"

"Engage. Operation Q is a go." OG Disord replied. In a puff of pink smoke that smelled of salmon, the duplicate was gone.

He smirked, often he forgot how handy it was to be in multiple places at once. He'd hate to miss out on any scenario he would create on a world like this. That wouldn't be nearly as fun. Like the threads of a knitting sweater, each line of event he created will spin, meet each other and tie into a strong fabric of chaotic causality for him to play with. Love, drama, Mystery, and carnal passion. Those were his chosen tools to play with. Ian, or Midnight Moon as he was now calling himself would indeed get his wish. "What better way to make sure no one forgot than to always have you staring it in the horse's mouth?" He chuckled at his own joke, "Hello humanity, welcome your newest denizens. The races of Equestria!" He cackled.

Meanwhile during his moment of thoughtful exposition, his clone zipped off all the way to the other side of the world, "Good morning world, it's looking like today's forecast is going to be chaotic with a chance of Discord. Likelihood of transmorphification is 30% so watch out." Speeding like a bullet across the world, he pulled out an umbrella, opening it up to release several hundred versions of himself, falling like water droplets along the way to enact the next stage of his game.

Meanwhile he himself landed in a small town in the State of California. What he wanted was quite specific. Sure, he could have picked any sorry sod on his path to transmorphificate into Equestrians and watch them make a mess of themselves, but there would be enough of those. What he wanted was deliberate and sophisticated. A counter piece to one placed in England.

Now at this point you may be wondering what our local lord of chaos' purpose is in all of this? The answer was quite simple. Something he'd picked up from his communion with pony-kind, was a little thing called Character Development. No longer was he simply Discord, Lord of Chaos, but Discord... Lord of Chaos, lover of Fluttershy, Pain of Sparkle butt, and Grandmaster of Ogres and Ogliets (self appointed). What does that all mean exactly? Not much actually, but he grew tired of his usual antics and material. Creating plaid landscapes and cotton candy clouds sadly had lost their luster. That kind of chaos that he grew accustomed to for thousands of years now was too predictable of him and seemed just too juvenile and boring. Luckily however in his maturity, he discovered a new kind of chaos. Passion, adversity, and drive! The chance one might lose, but fighting to win at all cost. Chaotic forces that actually bear weight, and ironically had been the main component to his past defeats. It was time to set it up as a tool in his grasp rather than a sword in his chest.

Equestria may have been off limits for his games, but he had an entire new world he was invited to play with. Fluttershy couldn't be too mad at him if the end result of his game was beneficial of course. He might be messing with their lives just a little bit for the sake of entertainment, but he did make sure to get consent first by a human to do so, why the sap practically begged for him to do it, and really, he couldn't help but see plusses in their lives. New bodies, new experiences, facing the unknown future. He couldn't help but think about the reaction the world will have when it wakes up to these new species that they thought were fictional manifestations of their imagination.

With his thoughtful musings he began to slither from the air into a quaint looking suburban house. The tingling in his brow whiskers vibrated, telling him that this was the perfect place to begin his moment of mischief.

Humming to himself, he slid up through the wall invisibly into a decent living room looking only slightly disheveled. Several Shoes dominated a corner, backpacks were thrown about, and textbooks were stacked on tables. All indications pointed to, "College students. Five by the look of it." Discord mused. He browsed one of the books depicting a wave function and read Quantum Computing, "Some of them quite intelligent too it seems." Opening up he saw sections of paragraphs crossed out and note papers haphazardly placed between them. He got an idea as to who the counterpiece would be.

A loud snore hit his ears. He turned to the tacky looking red couch that sat at one side of the room. Atop it a guy laid fetally in his covers, completely ignorant of his presence.

Discord grinned slithering over. It was apparent on first glance at his bumpy face that the raging hormones of adolescence had not been too kind to the boy. With a talon he touched the man upside his forehead, gleaning into his life.

Vernon Mook. Age twenty two. Drama major. For years since childhood, the man was infatuated with tantalizing tales in science fiction. Specifically films such as Star Wars, Star Trek, and Doctor Who. Dreaming to make the marvels he saw on the screen a reality, he had originally aspired a career in Science. However lacking the aptitude and dedication, he flunked out and found his true passions in the art of acting. Theater, drama, storytellin. That was his calling, but by then he'd hadn't a penny to his name to advance his skills and career. Feeling pity, his best friend who was a great bit more successful in science schooling than he was, offered him housing and tuition money until he got his life together.

"I sense a lot of self loathing and identity issues." Discord put a claw to his chin with a smirk, "Got the perfect thing in mind for you." Discord's eyes glowed yellow as he started the spell. The Man's body was engulfed in light, his clothes disappearing as he shrunk in size to a more familiar equine shape, but not quite. Instead of fur, the once human now had a sky blue chitin. Tucked on their back a darker blue elytra that covered their insect wings, and a smooth curved horn adorned atop their head. Changelings were hardly Discord's favorite race, but he was warming up to their healed counterparts. In any case, the addition of the transformation ability would bring an interesting twist to this dynamic. They were a gender fluid species, and considering the now neutral looking changeling, thought it all too fitting.

His work done, he giggled as he made his way to the next bedroom. Slithering through the wall he came into the next room, his eyes baraged by bright colors muted only by the night light. Posters of marvel super heroes lined the wall. Bookshelf containing variety of comics and stuff as well as action figures. "Definitely the room of a geek." He assessed knowing all too well the pattern from home. Suddenly his eye caught something, "Hello, what is this." He noted on the shelf amongst the plastic men in tights was a small Twilight Sparkle figure. Looking at some of the comics he found a collection of MLP IDW comics. "Another brony it would seem." He sifted through one particularly riveting tale where he took the CMC'S on an adventure through time and space, "Quite tasteful." He stuffed the comic in a pocket in his fur before promptly vanishing. Turning to the bed, he saw the dark curly haired man sleeping on his side. With a poke from his talon he peered into the inner psyche.

Sydney Foreman, 21 year old Art Major. Born with the desire to become a self starting cartoonist, little Sydney had drawn pictures with prolific vigor for a better part of his life, and is currently working on his bachelor's degree in fine arts. Favoriting drawings are of superheroes and more recently in the last couple years, ponies.

Discord took a look around at the posters and realised they were all in fact drawn by him. Damn this kid was good. He thought. Almost made him feel bad for taking away his hands. But, he had an alternative that may serve as an even more versatile tool. A snap of his fingers and the boy's body glowed and morphed into a yellow unicorn stallion with a head of curly red hair. The newly christened pony stirred a bit, but remained asleep.

One last destination. What he came for. Slipping out through the wall, he made his way around the hall and into the final bedroom. Unlike the others this one was not decked with fan memorabilia, but instead, oaken shelves on one side full of Oxford volumes. The other a desk full of papers and drafting instruments.

"Ah, the Genius' bedroom." Discord said thinking of dear Twilight. He looked right to the center of the room where a queen sized bed sat. In it two figures slept atop each other lovingly. Both a man and woman.

Discord slithered over looking at the couple, "Sly dog." Discord chuckled looking at the young man. He considered the fair woman for a moment, but decided it would be more fun to at least leave one.

He regarded the young man carefully. Yes, they will be important for what was to come. He felt it in his eyebrows. With a wiggle of his index taloned finger, he touched the tip to their head. The amount of information that flooded his own almost made him feel dizzy.

Charlie Manor, age 23. Scientific genius. Born from a family of russian immigrants in the U.S. charlie had shown unique mental prowess from an early age. Skilled in many subjects of scientific nature, they were accepted into many prestigious schools across the country, only to promptly expose the falsification of their prestigious relevance in modern academia after entry. As such, most of those kinds of schools these days wouldn't touch him with a 39 and a half foot pole in fear of his scrutinous crusade. It didn't matter to him though since he firmly believed that online schooling was the future, but that was only the first step, and he was past that. He was so close now. It was only a matter of time. Time for his vision to be realised.

Discord pulled away, "Oh ho ho! Gotta say, you sir could seriously give Twilight a run for her money." The man in question seemed to already be playing a game of his own. One that would fit quite nicely in his own. The perfect counterpiece for the other side of the board.

Weaving his magic together, he began connecting the threads of the spell. Much like Ian, ponies and other races would be pulled into an attraction to him.

A pony for this individual would be too much of a waste. He had something else in mind. Like the Unicorn Primes, the Felideons were a rare species of Equis. Though the bipedal cats didn't have magic, they were a powerful and cunning race to be reckoned with. They were also, he remembered, quite easy on the eyes.

Like the rest, the human started glowing, their form growing more feline and feminine as he spun the spell, becoming only slightly shorter. Two bumps bulged from his chest forming into luscious breasts as black fur covered their entire body. Like that the glow disappeared. 'Quite easy on the eyes indeed.' Discord thought. He felt the woman near him stir from her slumber by the light.

With a push of his will he forced her back asleep.

He was turning to go when a lightbulb came over his head, "How about one last parting gift." And with a cackle his presence disappeared into the aether.

'Something's not quite right.' Charlie thought to himself as he stirred into consciousness. Shifting around in his bed, he noted several inconsistencies to the placement and structure of his musculature as well as strange weights on his chest. Opening his eyes staring at the ceiling, he noted a new sharpness to his vision that he never knew before. Pushing himself upright he looked down at himself. His night clothes were gone, and where his familiar person should have been, he was replaced by something black furred, and altogether not entirely human. He held his hands up examining the prehensile padded paws "How peculiar." His voice was definitely high pitched. He touched his throat. Soprano instead of his usual tenor. Thinking back to the unfamiliar weight on their chest, he looked down more closely grasping at the soft mammalries that sat there. Pulling the blanket off of him, he looked down between their legs, "Just as I thought." There sat a female sex organ between what she assumed were bipedal based hind legs and a tail.

Definitely not the kind of thing you just wake up to. Biologically impossible by any evolutionary standard, technologically impossible at a human level of physical modification, and genetically improbable due to no evidence of genetic aberrations previously detected in his DNA. Ruling those out by occam's razor, that left only the possibility that there were certainly some kind of extraterrestrial forces at play here with too little data to pinpoint.

She suddenly felt eyes on her, and her ears perked from atop her head. Turning she looked at her girlfriend Sarah who was staring at her in the covers with a frozen look.

Charlie blinked, "Um, I can only imagine how absurd this must look. Please do remain calm."

She did not remain calm. Her fight or flight mode kicked in and she immediately yelped before rolling to the opposite end of the bed to the floor where she crawled against the wall breathing heavily, "What the fuck!"

"No need for alarm Sarah." Charlie tried reassuringly holding her hand out. Unfortunately that gesture resulted in her rather impressive claws to retract from her fingertips.

"Whoa! No no no no! This is a bad dream!" She slammed between the corner of the desk, knocking over a lamp.

"I'm afraid not my dear." Charlie held her paw to her hand, "How extraordinary." They looked impressive enough to be deadly to most things. She knew she had to be careful about that. Relaxing her hand, the claws detracted. She looked back at Sarah and got up from the bed trying her new legs, wobbling only slightly. "Believe me when I say I'm Charlie, Sarah. I'm afraid I've gone through a rather unforseen metamorphosis."

Thankfully a good portion of her fear turned to confusion, "W-what is going on? This… this is impossible." She put a hand through her disheveled hair never taking her eyes off of the anthropomorphic cat before her.

The cat chuckled, "Believe me my dear, I intend to find out." She glanced down at her naked self, noting that below her two breasts were four more less pronounced nipples. If whatever she was, was a naturally occurring creature, she speculated that the top mammalries developed the way they did during the transition from quadrupedal to bipedal motion, and the evolutionary advantage it had in child care. She looked back to the still frightened Sarah, "Come now, I'm not going to hurt you." A thought struck her, "I don't look hideous do I? That would be unfortunate."

"... No," She gulped, "Y-you look like a cat. Is that really you Charlie?"

"Oh yes I do hope so, and a cat you say? Figured as much. Certain anatomical features point to such."

Before Sarah could say anything, the cat suddenly turned to the room's bathroom where she looked herself in the mirror, "I say, what a fine specimen." She stroked her chin. Facial features had all of the distinctive traits of a feline species, but was a great deal more expressive. Her large ears she reckoned had an audio range roughly 10 times of human hearing. Large blue eyes stared back at her as she looked around her sharp teeth, "Oh! Look at this Sarah, I'm not purely carnivorous." She pulled back her lip to see the back of her mouth where there were a couple rows of jagged molars built for crushing plant matter. With such evolutionary advantages this thing could have definitely overpowered humanity if it developed on this world. She knew she had to quickly document everything in full. 'No, not yet.' She shook herself. She'd nearly forgotten it was her humanity she'd just lost. Humanity, social identity, and most importantly right now, civil rights only designed for human beings. As she was right now she was vulnerable, noticeable, and isolated amongst inconsiderate and fearful hairless apes. They'd cage or destroy her in a heartbeat if she wasn't careful. "Time for a game plan. You still with me Sarah?" She turned.

"I'm still here… Charlie." She replied a little unsure.

"Good. I think you understand that this… transformation I underwent, though marvelous, puts me in quite a tight spot. You do believe me when I say I'm Charlie correct?"

She gingerly moved away from the wall with a look of concern about her, "I think… It took hearing you speak to convince me." Only he would get excited about small details such as molars while in such a state.

"Good, good. I'll need your level headedness to rely on to get out of this mess." She exited the bathroom, "I shall have to do a full biological examination later."

Sarah grimaced. The man she loved was now some strange feminine cat creature. Very feminine, she observed. While she thought she had fair assets between her own C-cup size and cute waist, Charlie seemed to have a proud E-cup, followed by a voluptuous figure and child bearing hips. Apart from his, her catieness, Sarah couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Charlie meanwhile was swishing her tail back and forth with her will, then began jumping in place, "Light, strong, and agile. I daresay that whatever I am must be quite the formidable predator." Her breast bounced around as she did so.

Sarah couldn't take it anymore, "Maybe you should get decent?" Honestly she didn't know how she felt. She was trying hard and failing to make sense of any of this.

Charlie stopped and looked down at herself, "Oh, I see. Wonder what happened to my night clothes. Not that they would fit me anyway. I'll have to borrow some of yours for now."

"Fine." She sighed. She moved to open her dresser pulling out articles of her clothing onto the bed. Jeans, underwear. Her bra would be much too small for the feline, so she left that out. Walking to the closet she nervously sidestepped Charlie to grab one of her blue shirts. "Here." She handed it to the cat, "I honestly don't know how you're dealing with this so calmly."

Charlie considered the shirt with a frown, "Panicking won't be of any use to me. There is far too little time to act for me to panic." She pulled it over herself. "In any case, my fascination with it far outweighs my worries."

"Leading theories?"

"Baseless conjecture at this point." She grabbed the purple panties from the bed, slipping it on with a little difficulty from how tight they were on her rear, "Important question; Are we finished Sarah?"

She blinked at the question, "What?"

"I know you're not into women." The cat continued, "Probably significantly less so for one of the… feline variety. I just want to know if our relationship is finished because of this. I won't hold the answer against you."

Sarah bit her lip feeling guilty about her actions. She was being rather insensitive. The thought circulated in her mind. Charlie was right. She never did see herself with a woman, or at least attracted to one, but this was Charlie, her boyfriend whose brilliant mind had swept her away since highschool, who'd always been supportive and encouraging of her own scientific pursuits. Though oblivious to certain things, he had always been a bit too understanding, even right now which broke her heart, "I-I don't know. I… don't know how I feel about it yet."

"Then I'll give you time to process it." She grunted trying to fit the pair of jeans over her and failing, "These are too tight." She grunted, "My hips are a bit too pronounced."

The comment irritated Sarah, "Alright, fine." She went back to her dresser pulling out some sweatpants instead, "Are we going to tell the others?"

"Hard to hide things like this from people who live in my house." She grabbed the sweatpants and slipped it on with better ease, looking herself over.

She looked adorable if Sarah was being honest.

"Hmm, doesn't feel very me. Can't be helped right now though. I have a few favors I need to cash in."

Their thoughts were disturbed by a crash, followed by a scream. Charlie's ears perked, "That was Sydney." The cat turned to the door much to Sarah's dismay.

"Wait! Charlie you can't just…" But the cat was already out in the hall.

Flying through the hallway and opening the door to Sydney's room, the cat blinked. Sat there at the corner of the floor was a small yellow horse-like creature with red curly hair just staring at his hooves, eyes wide as dishes.

"Uhh…" The cat blinked, "That is quite unexpected." The horse in a quick motion turned to her and yelped.

Sarah came through the door, "What is..? oh… my god."

"All my things are horse things…" The pony turned to her, "Sarah! It's me Sydney! What the fuck is going on? Who-at is that?!" He pointed a hoof at Charlie.

She meanwhile stroked her chin now noting the horn. 'Large cranium and eyes. Four and a half feet tall. Equine build of unspecific relations. Curiously bright fur patterns.' This day just got more and more fascinating."

"Believe it or not this is Charlie." Sarah pointed.

The pony's eyes widened further, tuning back to the curvy cat feeling a tug on his mind, "No, you have got to be kidding me."

"I'm afraid not my dear fellow." She turned to Sarah, "We should probably check on Vernon. I may be beginning to see a pattern here. Stay here and do whatever you think you should do to help. This is quite the exciting development!" She walked through the door ignoring the confused eyes on her.

She walked down the hall to the living room, turning to the couch, "Ah, and there we are." Honestly she wasn't surprised that he was sound asleep through all of that, or transformed for that matter. What did surprise her was that Vernon wasn't just another horsey creature like Sydney, or even a cat like her. Instead they looked to be an insectoid equine hybrid of some sort, "Bug traits on a mammalian build. How very curious." She touched and ran her hand over Vernon's neck. It wasn't like any chiton she ever felt. Feel it softly and it was almost like warm leather, but put pressure on it and it toughened into a hard natural armor. She placed her hands on their elytra, pulling it back a little to see wings underneath.

Interesting since according to the laws of aerodynamics, this thing should not be able to get in the air at all. She uncovered the rest of her friend looking at their strange tail-like insect wing appendage. Motor control maybe? She lifted their hind leg stifling back a surprise when she found there was quite literally nothing there. No insect or mammalian sex organ at all to speak of. Everything in the crevice of the posterior ended in absolutely no orifices to speak of. It looked like natural evolution had taken a sick day, at least by the logical standard she was acquainted with.

Suddenly the buggy horse thing opened their eyes having been prodded. They looked up to a cat lady looking between their legs, "... Holy shit I've had dreams about this." He said looking starry eyed. Quite notably his voice sounded strange. While it still sounded like him, his voice was much higher. Likely due to the lack of male genitals and testosterone. "Are you performing an interspecies exchange ritual oh intrepid space explorer?" He blushed.

That was definitely Vernon alright. She put his leg down, "Afraid this isn't one of your space fantasies Vern. Though I do think this may be an otherworldly phenomenon."

The bug blinked, eyes a milky white. His senses felt strange, swirling in the air he saw the air circulated colors. Light blues, warm golds and reds. A stream of yellow greens passed over him and he took a whiff. It smelled like… emotion? confusion, anger, sadness, sympathy. He turned his head and saw it originating in Sydney's room, "What's going…" He looked down at himself for the first time and froze.

"Take it easy. Deep breath. Don't panic." The cat lady tried to reassure him. He looked at her. Icy blues and purples wafted from her, hitting him like a train. He couldn't quite describe the emotion. It was fierce, determined, curious, forceful, yet protective. It was also calmingly familiar.

Sarah walked out, "Well fuck, him too it seems."

"Technically not a 'him' since they don't seem to have any genitals to speak of."

Vern blinked and the calm was gone. Looking down at himself he saw the smooth space where his manhood ought to have been. "Ahhh!" He fervently scooted away from the pair looking down, "It's gone, it's gone, it's gone!" So much for his alien sex fantasy. He turned back to them, "Give it back!"

"What back?" Sarah asked alarmed.

"My dick! Can't you see I'm missing a crucial piece of equipment?!" He pointed a slender hoof at the smooth space.

"I think you have the wrong impression, Vern. We're not the ones who did this." Charlie rebutted.

A clopping sound came from the hall, and all eyes turned to see the yellow horse, "Why are you guys screaming? I admit I was quite startled, but you're gonna get complaints from the… holy hell a Changeling!"

"You familiar with this kind of creature Sydney?" He too recalled the term from his old literature stories. Old European folklore. Centralized primarily in germanic and english regions and revolving around the notion that one's child had been replaced by a fairy kin.

"Sydney?" Vern's eyes were wide, "Dear god what is going on? Is this some kind of alien invasion?"

"No Vernon." Sarah sighed, "Whatever is affecting you is affecting them too. This," she pointed to the cat, "Is really Charlie. We woke up to find him and the rest of you like this."

"Wait, what the fuck, really?" He looked at his friend turned curvy cat up and down, "You got turned into a chick?" A smoking one at that. Damn that ought to be a trip. He knew he would have much preferred to be turned into a woman than the unfortunately genderless thing he was. Suddenly there was a buzz from his thoughts, and before Charlie could respond, he was enveloped in a blue light. His body morphed shrinking down in size as his neutral changeling form grew curvier with more delicate features. A flow of estrogen filled his veins as an opening appeared in his lower half.

Everyone blinked away the light, "Holy shit that was intense." A more feminie Vern said.

Charlie blinked, grabbing and pulling Vern's legs apart again and looking closely, "Extraordinary." In between looked to be a fully functional female sex organ as well as small teats on their lower belly.

"Whoa!" Vern bucked sliding on the couch, "At least buy me dinner first."

"You had no problem when you thought I was an alien from one of your fantasies."

"That was before I knew you were Charlie!" She was Charlie right? He questioned, "Why do you even want to…" He looked down to see what the cat was looking at, "Whoa mama!" It was the first time he ever saw a real one. He just never thought he would see one on himself.

"Spontaneous metamorphosis. Literally in a flash you somehow adopted a gender. Quick! What exactly were you doing before you changed?"

"Well, He's a changeling. They have the ability to change into whatever they're thinking of becoming." Sydney replied. Charlie and Sarah turned to him. Vern still looked down, puzzled, "It's… one of their abilities."

"What makes you so certain? What are you not telling us, Sydney?" Charlie enquired with that look about her. The kind of scrutinizing look she had whenever trying to solve a mystery. That it was aimed at him made him nervous.

"L-let me get something from my room. It may help in trying to figure it out." He stumbled on out back to his room where the party heard a crash and a curse of words following it.

A moment later he came back out with a few comics in his mouth, "phut!" He spat them onto the ground, "Bleh, dust. Hooves and bookshelves do not go well together." He took a moment to lament for his hands.

Charlie picked up one of the comics, "Well how interesting." There was an amalgam of cartoonie mythological creatures printed on its cover. A bipedal cat such as herself, a white pegacorn, small dragon, and several other creatures. Most of which dressed in regalia. She picked up another depicting the same looking creature Vernon was. She read the title on them, "My Little Pony. Certainly the last thing I would expect to find a clue to this phenomenon. Thank you Sydney, that was quite helpful."

Sarah took the comic from her and looked through it with her face scrunch up, "I don't understand. This is all fictional though."

"Recall that one hypothesis we discussed a while back in regards to fiction?"

Her eyes widened, "Never seriously though. It was all just a fun thought to entertain. Baseless conjecture without any real feasible way to test such a thing."

Charlie smirked with a glint in her eye, "Until now that is."

"I'm kinda lost here guys. What are you talking about?" Sydney asked puzzled.

"Same here." Vern broke from their stupor, "Sorry, bit transfixed by my overall… everything."

"Don't worry, it's quite elementary." Charlie crossed her arms.

Vernon laughed in glee, "Oh! You did the thing! This is going to be good."

They turned to the changeling with a raised eyebrow, "Yes… anyway, a while back me and Sarah were formulating a hypothesis regarding plausibility of occurance in an omnidimensional multiverse."

Sydney frowned, "What does that mean?"

Sarah cleared her throat, "It means that if true, every story ever told is real and actually happened somewhere in the cosmos. Including every rule, and physical laws that exist in that particular reality."

"So wait," Vern moved from the couch and plopped down on their hooves wobbly, "You mean to say that Captain Kirk could actually exist and is flying around somewhere in the universe?"

"Yes, that is what it means." Charlie answered.

"Yes." He tried to fist pump but the motion shifted his balance too much.

"But how does that explain this?" Sydney gestured to their group, "How does this even happen?"

The Cat scratched her chin, "It's because Vern is right in a way." They all cocked their heads while Vern looked about proudly, "This is an invasion. Not from outer space, but from somewhere far, far stranger." She looked down at the comic curiously.

"Who or what is invading Charlie?" Sydney asked nervously.

She looked down at him, "We are my friend."

Everyone grimmanced at her word.

"We've been turned into pawns at the hands of a supernatural power for some sort of purpose. What that is I can't say, be it good or bad."

"You need a bit more than three people to start an invasion dude." Vern replied.

The cat raised her brow, "What makes you think that this is an isolated event?" From the living room table she grabbed a controller to turn on the TV.

A concerned news lady flickered on,"... This just in. Strange things seem to be happening today that are putting people of the nation in a mass wide panic. What started as a normal weekend saturday morning has turned into something more concerning when businesses around the country found that half of their employees just didn't show up to work. Even employees in our very own studio seems to have just suddenly disappeared. I'm going to take you to Bob who is on the scene. Can you tell us what is going on Bob?"

The screen shifted to a guy on the street, "It's a perplexing mystery that has us all scratching our heads Mary. Highways that are usually bustling with traffic as you see here are near completely empty today. I can hardly believe what I'm seeing. Local stores have closed down for the day since no one is running them. I talked to a manager of the dollar store earlier before he closed up, and he said he tried calling everyone who didn't, but no one seems to be answering their phones."

"Anything else to report Bob?"

"Word around the street is that there seems to be unusual activity going on. Strange sightings as it were of horses of all things. Yet to be confirmed but strangely consistent in many areas."

"Thank you Bob for sharing your report." The picture turned back to her staring at the screen, "It is recommended that until this the source of this behavior is explained that people stay indoors and…"

Charlie flicked the television off. Everyone was silent, "Full scale invasion of the world's own people. Better get to work before this country loses its head."

They stared and considered the cat's words, "What do you mean?" But Charle scurried off into the other room where they found their computer. The others followed.

"Charlie?" Sarah said.

The cat opened the computer and started typing something, "If I'm right, this is going to set the powder keg to blow a couple decades earlier than it's supposed to." They began typing furiously as screens popped up over each other, "Thankfully I started early on a contingency plan. It hasn't been fine tuned to perfection yet, but there is no helping it now. There are millions of people displaced within themselves and need help."

"What are you talking about Charlie? What plan?" Sarah asked confused.

"My plan from the getgo Sarah. Save the world." She clicked another button and folded her arms, "Ladies and gentlemen, guess who the proud owner of Apple, Microsoft and Google is?" Dead silence. "Alright not everyone applaud at once now."

"Y-you're not serious are you?" Vern replied, mouth dry. In the years he'd known Charlie, he knew joking from him was a seldom experience.

"Dead serious. Can't you see it yet?" She asked looking at blank expressions from all of them, even Sarah, "Good god, you can't can you." She sighed, "In any case Sarah," The cat moved from the computer and held her hands to her with a serious look. Sarah stared back at those large blue orbs that seem to penetrate her soul. The shape was unfamiliar to her, but the soul that reflected was undeniably Charlie's, "I'm going to have to heavily rely on you most for the time being since you're our only human. Despite that, I wouldn't put trust in anyone else other than you for this."

"You really did it didn't you?" She took a breath, "You can rely on me. I'll do anything for you Charlie."

"Good." She looked at her intently, "Now promise me you won't freak out about what I'm going to tell you next."

Alarm spread over her face but she pushed it down, "I-I promise Charlie."

She nodded, "Okay, when I said I just acquired Apple, Microsoft, and Google, I really meant you aqquired Apple, Microsoft, and Google. It's all done in your name."

She stared at her in stunned silence, blood draining from her face.

The cat let go of her and looked at the changeling, "Right, now let's test out your supposed transformation abilities."

"WHAT!" Sarah yelled.

The neighbor next door groaned in defeat as he heard the last yell to the house next door. He'd make a complaint to the neighborhood association about the disorderly conduct… again.

After getting a thorough scolding from Sarah, and eventually heading off to do what Charlie instructed her to do, she began documenting Vernon's changing ability and Sydney's 'magic' ability by levitating objects. After the initial shock, they found them enjoying themselves.

In a flash of blue, Vern changed into David Tenant, "Ah, now that is propper awesome." He said looking in the mirror, "Alonsey!" He laughed.

"I'll say." Sydney laughed alongside him holding a pen and art pad in his magical grip, "You could put every actor and impressionist in the world out of a job if you do that."

Vern chuckled, "Yeah? Check this out." They changed again, this time into Morgan Freeman, "Hello, I am Morgan Freeman."

Sydney snickered and Charlie smirked from her computer, typing something.

"Everything that was, everything that is, and everything that will ever be, in and about the entirety of the cosmos, will sound infinitely better in this voice." He and Sydney laughed.

"That is very spot on dude. What do you think of this?" He turned the pad to him. On it depicted a photo realistic drawing of Charlie sitting at the computer."

Vern (Morgan Freeman) looked impressed, "Damn dude, I swore that page was empty a moment ago."

Sydney smirked, "Instantaneous signals from the brain to the pencil on the page. Hands are good, but there is a delayed time between the thoughts and actions of human limbs. Though I do miss them, there is nothing quite like this."

With a teasing look at his friend, he flipped the page and began rapidly drawing a picture of the changling's female form in a sultry, alluring, and just barely exposing pose, "Want me to draw you like one of my french girls?"

"Wha-ah! Really funny of you dude, and Titanic references are just plain out of line." He changed back into his male changeling form, "Though…" He put a hoof to his chin, "did I really look like that? It's actually kinda hot."

"Heh, Narcissistic much?" Sydney teased.

"Oh shut up." He turned, but leaned closer to the pony's ear, "Think you can draw one of Charlie?"

"You know my hearing is ten times more sensitive than a human's right?" They both closed their mouths and froze, "Flattered though." She shut the computer screen, "Alright, got the new lab and compound ready. Now we just wait for Sarah to come back for us. We'll leave and get ready for what's to come."

Sydney cleared his throat, "I'll be honest, my mind is still in that weird place that says what you did was impossible. How did you even do it? And aren't there like, Monopoly laws or something that make this illegal?"

The cat shrugged, "I've utilized a few loopholes regarding those monopoly laws. By my estimate it would have taken a couple decades more before the next Rockefeller emerged from these tech companies anyway. When that would have happened, the new company would get such a stranglehold on the entire Government and its affairs, it would turn the whole thing into a Corporatocracy."

"What makes you think U.S. could fall? Surely not for a long time." Sydney laughed nervously.

She blinked, "I… just explained to you… Right, you don't know how much power a corporation can hold." She sighed, "There is a lot of unrest Sydney, and like a powder keg it's bound to explode into violence, the kind that weakens nations, when that happens, Governments lose power and influence, leaving a chance for the next strongest powers to take over."

"The corporations." Vernon replied looking in deep thought.

"Bingo, and I just eliminated the biggest threats by making them our assets under Sarah's control. My plan would not only keep that kind of power from the wrong people, but give me the assets I needed to fix things right before the country, and the world goes critical from the power imbalance. That is what Project Rhea is designed to do." She got up and stretched, "It's been a work in progress for the last few years. As for how I accomplished purchasing the companies? You'd really think I'd let that info leak before it's time?"

"What about Sarah? That's a lot of power you'd given her." Sydney pointed, "You don't think she may…"

"I'd trust her with my life." She cut him off quickly, shutting him down, "She is a remarkable woman. In any case if you were wondering, I did indeed always plan on owning it myself, but there's the problem. I'm not myself am I?"

"You have a point." Sydney replied. He looked to Vernon who seemed dazed by something.

Right then a strong emotional wave crashed into him. He tried to shake it off, "... I have to say, I always knew you were a genius since we were kids, but to think you had something like this in the works?" Vernon took a breath, drunk from the cat's emotional intensity. It wasn't the same kind from Sarah and Sydney. He found that their emotions were a steady stream of pleasant colors that wafted from them, but for Charlie, this cat, it changed between feeling little to no emotional presence to a storm suddenly breaking loose, one this time that was particularly icy with a sense of irritability, protectiveness and determination, "Ugh, sorry, I don't think I can get used to that."

"Get used to what I might ask?" Charlie cocked her head, "Ah, those emotion senses of yours. Is it overstimulating you right now?"

"No, nothing like that. Your emotional readings are just a bit more intense than the others, and it's occurring in short rapid bursts. It's making me rather dizzy."

"Fascinating," A warmer front of jovial colors hit the changeling, making him wince. It was the more common kind of wave he noticed, whenever Charlie found something that caught their interests, "I'll have to record that. Perhaps through your abilities I can produce a means to create an empathic detector. Oh there would be a multitude of applications for such a thing, from attaining quantifiable psychological data, to emotional research in forensic investigations." She saw her friend wincing, "Ah, my apologies. I'm afraid that while I have a fair degree of emotional self control, I have very little in the way of regulating its intensity when felt."

"It's kind of crazy. With this much joy you're producing now, I'd have half expected you to be bouncing in glee or something."

"Ah, I see." The wave stopped, "That does make sense." She paused for a moment before turning back to them, "Let me tell you guys something." She clasped her hands and sat back down, "For as long as I can remember, I had been… overly sensitive to the world I must say, sometimes to an overwhelming degree. That is where my prowess originates from, but in my youth, before I met you," She looked to Vernon who felt the icy wave again, "that had resulted in rather erratic behavior and led me to do some immoral things I'm not proud of, or would like to speak about at this time, so do not ask."

The two both quietly nodded, and the icy feeling disappeared, "Right," the cat got up, "I'm going to take a shower real quick. The both of you should get ready, Sarah will be coming back with several professional body guards that will protect us should anything go wrong, though I sincerely doubt it. Pick up the phone if she calls." Before they could say anything she walked off, tail swishing.

"... Damn. I'm both weirded out and intrigued. Her figure is completely perfect." He whispered very quietly.

Sydney shouldered him, "Dude, that is all you have to say after all of that? They literally just moments ago bought the most powerful companies in the world and hinted at a dark past, and you're left thinking about her perfect hips? Get your priorities straight. That's still Charlie under all… that."

"Believe me my man. I know better than most that, that is pretty undeniable. I just can't help but think…"

"Sarah is still her girlfriend you know, and she's pretty clear in that she would rip you a new one for less. Don't meddle in their relationship, that is my advice as a friend."

Vern let that thought uncomfortably sit in. The woman barely tolerated him the last year he'd been under their roof, and only did so because of her respect and affections to Charlie. He was, though ashamed to admit it, a mooch that deserved it.

Sydney continued, "In any case I doubt that Charlie is all that interested in guys anyway."

Vern smirked, "He'd never been clear on that, but you know, I don't have to be a guy." In a flash of blue he changed into Scarlett Johansson in full Black Widow attire.

Sydney tripped over himself starring boggle eyed, but shook himself, "N-not cool dude. Also, how are you making the clothes for your transformations?"

She looked down at herself grabbing a handful of her chest, making Sydney gulp, "I think it's an illusion or something." She began fondling herself much to Sydney's dismay, "I feel that my body has physically changed, but the clothes don't feel like they are actually there."

Sydney gulped again, cursing Vern with that thought. He knew super girls were his weakness, "S-so, you're all naked underneath?"

"You know, we're all naked underneath my delicious stallion." Vern said very sultry.

Sydney shivered.

"You more than most." She reached out and ran her hand through his mane. "Maybe you wanna…"

Sydney shook, "I'MBERYSORRYIGOTTAGOBYE!!!" He bolted, tripping over his hooves and running to his room, magic shutting his door with a slam

"Wait, dude! I was only kidding!" She groaned. Perhaps she was too good at acting now. She sat down and thought, turning back to their base form. They stared at their reflection in the blank television screen.

Where there should have been conflict about their appearance there was resolve. He'd always hated his face. There was too much of his dad there, and his bad acne over yhe last few years had only made it worst. Despite his misgivings about his looks, Charlie had only ever encouraged him to take comfort in his identity and brand it as he made it to the acting world. But now he could be anyone. Any face, any gender, any species. Since he'd discovered he could transform, not once did he change back into himself. Why would he? He sighed, thinking about that one thing his Shakespearean teacher quoted often, "To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand." He chuckled, "What a perplexing thought indeed."

Charlie closed the door to her room and entered her private bathroom when she heard a slam of one of the doors. Honestly those two were unbearable at time, but she couldn't help her fondness for them. They had great potential. Sydney was a fantastic artist, and though Vernon had a long way yet to go, they had amazing potential as an actor. For years his sci-fi addiction had thrown him off course for what he really wanted. Though initially it was the cornerstone for how they became friends as children, Charlie always felt that the actor would have done better if he did not meet her. Her own pursuits and ideas only goaded him on the path not meant for him, and providing him housing and schooling to hone his craft was her way of rectifying that.

Quietly she slipped off her shirt and stripped away her pants. She sighed. She now knew why animals hated clothing accessories put on them. Fabric over fur was extremely uncomfortable, not to mention the clothes for her lower half were not designed for a tail or hind legs at all. She'd have to get tailored pants made for herself. Besides that, she'd have to get used to it. Not wearing clothes wasn't an option with her alluring figure.

With that thought she looked back to herself in the mirror with curiosity. She knew she would have to test it at some point. For science if nothing else. Now seemed as good a time as any. Peeling away her panties she got a good look at her vulva. It was quite fascinating both by how human it looked, and by how different it was from any known animal.

Most mammals, even the ones furry all over have overall relatively thinner to no hair on the genital area. Around it yes, but for her there wasn't a place on her body, save her orifices where her fur stopped. Shorter yes, but relatively uniform and smooth. She ran a paw across the lips and felt a shiver down her spine. Pulling away she moved to the shower, turning the water on until it was the right temperature.

Her heart beat fast in excitement, she turned to one of the bathroom drawers full of Sarah's stuff. From it she pulled several dildo's of certain shapes and sizes.

Sarah wouldn't mind if she used a couple of her toys she didn't think. She blinked when she found a large empty wine bottle, recalling it from their romantic anniversary in Boston several months back.

She sighed. She knew she and Sarah would have to make a decision for their relationship. She'd be fine with whichever choice she made, but she hoped that the brilliant woman would stay with her. Even so she trusted her dearly and knew she would do fine with the new company, and her plan.

Stepping in the shower with her toys, she sat down on the bench within feeling the warm wetness plesently absorb into her fur and skin. Seems being a cat didn't affect her opinion of showers. Although as the warm water continued to hit her, it felt heavier on her.

Thinking to herself that she might as well get over it, she took one of the medium sized pink dildos, looking it over. The floppy thing was smooth and only remotely reminiscent of a penis. She thought for a moment before grabbing the bottle of lube, slicking it over with the solution before positioning it at her entrance.

With a soft push she was met with stinging resistance. Gritting her teeth she opted to rub the object back and forth along her slit, letting out an involuntary moan from the unexpected sensation that resulted.

A warm fire building up. In principle the sensory reaction was not all that different from that garnered of male arousal, however the hormones were what really made the difference, and whereas male built arousal outside the body, females seemed to build it internally.

She sighed as the rising warmth continued to flood her senses. Heart beating at a faster rate as an almost electrical feeling passed through her, "How… fascinating." She felt her lips grow moist with lubricant from the stimulation.

Feeling the tip of the dildo glide much easier along her slit, she began applying force again, slowly pushing it through the threshold.

Her lips parted against the object, feeling a stinging sensation that made her wince, "Ergh, that is rather uncomfortable." Pulling the object out she saw a tiny stream of blood. It pulsated, but didn't hurt quite as much as she thought it would. "Guess some women get lucky." Either that or it had something to do with her new biology.

After the moment had passed and the blood stopped, she went back to sliding the object back inside herself. Noting now that the pain was gone, the feeling of pleasurable warmth was accompanied by a strangely pleasant sensation of being filled. Ready to continue she began a slow pumping motion. Almost immediately her muscles constricted as electrifying waves passed through her with a building internal pressure.

She huffed, sticking the dildo as deep inside her as she could until she hit the cervix barrier. Pumping harder and deeper she closed her eyes, feeling the boiling point of her efforts of self love. Suddenly she arched her back with a surprised and a lustful look about her. Her whole body trembled as she was enwrapped in euphoric bliss from her spraying orgasm. But it didn't stop. 1… 2… 4… 6… 10... 12! She gasped as her body convulsed in rapid succession, overtaking her mind gratifying rapture before it suddenly stopped.

"That was… intense." She let the water from her shower beat over her head. Unlike the male orgasm which was a single large release, women, as it turns out can experience it multiple times in one setting. She had nearly forgotten Sarah mentioned something like that.

She panted, noting something else. She was tired, but still very much horny, much more than when she first started.

Flushed from the excitement and exercise, she turned her head to the collection of dildos with fire in her eyes. It was a unique experience to feel the sensation of the opposite sex. If she wanted to write a comprehensive comparison from the male to female experience, she needed to do it to the fullest.

She looked them over. Sarah had used a good number of them during their more passionate nights. She had experimented with them once when she was still a guy, but declared that they weren't for her.

There was one amongst them that didn't look quite familiar to her. It was blue and ridged with a knot at the end of it, just a bit thicker than the one she used. Must have been a new one Sarah purchased.

She picked it up noting how warm the object was, and saw it had a sucker at the bottom. The length was too long for the knot though, at least for her, she thought, but she didn't need to go that far.

She got up from her seat and placed it directly in the middle of it, pushing the sucker in place until it was stuck firmly to the bench. Her heart began to thrum as she readied herself. Bending down she positioned her rear to the phallus shaped object, she grabbed the object along the length until it touched her lips.

She shivered in excitement. The head pushed in, filling her with ecstasy.

Looking down at how thick the object seemed to get after that, she began to think that she might have overestimated the size. Before she could reconsider she slipped in the puddle of her previous love juices, "Whoa Shiii-!" She slid fast onto the piercing object that pulled her apart. At once as she fell to the bench it rammed straight into her cervical wall before a pop!

Frozen, she sat there a moment, heart racing, and muscles tightly clenched. Spouting a girlish cry as she looked down at the bulge inside her with wide eyes. Somehow despite the normal physical impossibility, she's broken through her cervical barrier and knotted herself.

She faced palmed, blushing profusely, "Ah god damn it!" The fact that it happened didn't bother her so much as the fact that it was a human impossibility, meaning that anything she wrote about the comprehended sex change expirience would be invalid due to the unique quality of her inhuman species. 'At least she could still document it as a species guide.' She thought.

There was another pressing matter. Suddenly a warm feeling budded from inside of her as the dildo pulsed. It was strangely fleshy, she noted.

She blinked, and her body began moving on its own. Wincing with gritted teeth, she pulled herself up, feeling the knot pop out of her, before ramming back in, forcing out a yelp as it broke through her entrance and her womb again.

She would have been more alarmed had she not been in a haze of pleasure from the action. In an in and out rhythm, her walls constricted against the object that penetrated her more easily. There was something wrong about this she knew, but the feeling was far too overwhelming. In response, the object seemed to grow thicker and longer until the small bulge became much more pronounced as she pushed herself in and out. Her body tightened and her legs crossed with a tremble as the growing girth and length pulled her apart.

"Need to… stop!" She panted fighting against the will. She was close, so very close. Her hips, though stopping for a second from her will gave in and thrusted the object deep inside her with another loud pop! And the knot swelled inside her.

She gasped as hot liquid shot inside of her with a steady powerful pour. The dildo at once constricted along her G-spot. She screamed in ecstasy, stars filling her vision as the tension broke with her climax.

The dildo softened into a gelatinous texture, seemingly coming to life as it wormed its way further inside her body. Her belly bulged outward as the object slinked up and fully nestled into her womb.

She panted from her final series of climaxes. As her senses returned to her, confusion and concern found its way onto her face.

She looked down to see her stretched out pregnant looking belly, "Well this is… something." She got up and poked her belly. It jiggled with movement in response.

She turned off the water stepping out. She had gotten too into it to actually wash herself with soap, but that seemed not to be a pressing matter at the moment.

Taking a towel she dried herself and looked in the mirror. She looked almost nine months pregnant. It was quite heavy. Was this what it was like? She poked her belly again, feeling this time tremorous waves.

She gasped feeling something slide out of her in response. Her knees shook as she leaned against the counter. Looking down she saw a blue ooze seep out of her with a viscous creep.

The rest of it hit the floor with a slurch. It twitched for a moment before popping up in the form of a small gelatinous six-legged canine creature, "Arf! Arf!" It barked happily staring up at her.

She blinked staring down at it, "... You know, I surprise even myself with how calmly I'm dealing with this kind of absurdity."

The creature tilted its head looking up at her. She bent down closer to it, "Quite curious." With her hand she gingerly poked it. The creature licked her hand affectionately, "Well, you don't seem hostile. I'll have to get a better look at you in the lab."

She looked up, "Have you enjoyed your little joke?"

There was silence for a second before a deep chuckle rumbled in the air, "How very clever of you." In a blink she stood on a floating grass covered island in an endless space of purple plaid. Before her floated a familiar serpentine chimera, "Might I ask how you figured it out that I was watching?"

She smirked, "You placed a lot of care in how you designated these particular species to me and my companions. Honestly I must say, they have never been better at performing their craft. For such dedication to his own craft, I doubted the meistro would not choose to attend his own symphony."

He chuckled, "Such flattering words to describe my handywork, though your freedom from mirth suggest a lack of amusement."

She folded her arms, "Well, considering the fact that you hijacked the corporeal forms of me and a third of my race, brought unnecessary stress while our world was on the precipice of disaster, which I was handling by the way, and well," she looked down at the blob, "that surprise was in very poor taste."

He gave his best hurt look, "What? You don't like old blobby?" He slithered up to the creature, scratching its chin rousing a growl from it, "He's a Tenusian clam crawler." He pulled his hand back before it could snap at him, "Symbiotic organism. Protects its host at all cost in exchange for housing. Quite the loyal thing. Slime is also antibacterial and a cure for all known STD's. Figured you might like him very much."

She looked down at the creature then back at him, "What's your game? Discord, I think you are called? Surely a being such as yourself has better things to do than mess with the likes of us mortals."

"Oh? Mess with? Is that what you think?" He gave a coy look, but then shrugged, "Well yeah, I am in fact messing with you, but!" He raised his claw appearifying a halo and angel wings, "with good intentions. Your kind is long overdue for a wake up call from the cosmos. If it wasn't me, you would have gotten something far more threatening eventually. That Chuthulu guy is just a cosmic block away you know? And believe me when I say he's bad news. I just gave your world tools to handle such things. Magic, physical and psychological resistances and the likes."

"You hardly seemed the altruistic type going from the material I've read up on you."

"Oh you can hardly come with an accurate judge of character from only a jumbled glimpse beyond the veil. I must say though, that Lauren Faust is quite the gifted seer to peer directly into a reality so far away, even if she didn't know it. In any case, I have renounced my childish ways. I am here only to serve." He did a mock bow.

She gave him a sceptical look, "I imagine that there is a price tag to your gift?"

He chuckled, "Only amusement my dear." He got up real close to her face, making Blobby growl more fiercely at him, "I never saw it before you know, but there is something beautifully chaotic about how your mortal minds whirl to life when faced with a challenge, something new. You come up with such inventive things and grow. I'd like to see that in action. Your whole planet, scrambling for the brave new world." He straightened, "Clever people like you will keep it from crumbling. My failsafe so to speak should my game go wrong." He explained stretching, "Seems you're making quick work of the first problem." He snapped his neck, "Oh, I wonder how those blokes in England are doing?"

The cat put a paw to her chin, "I don't suppose you'd tell me your motive?"

He gave her a cold smile, "I wouldn't want to spoil the fun too much now. Got to leave room for a little uncertainty." He coiled his body and at once uncoiled it with a series of pops along his spine, "Oh, yeah." He said quite pleased, "I'm going to return you now. Just know I won't help or make myself appear again anytime soon. Ta ta." He snapped his fingers and the cat and slime returned to the bathroom.

"... Well that was informative." She looked down to the slime, "Not much I can do now other than move forward."

The blob barked happily.

She bent down to scratch the creature, "Guess I should probably introduce you to the others now huh?"

At the mention of other people, the goo barked happily and scampered and slid underneath the door.

There was a shriek on the other side.

Charlie couldn't help but face palm.

Author's Note

And the game is set! Hope you all enjoy, we will be joining Midnight Moon and crew again in the next chapter. Do provide feedback in the comment section and tell me what kind of kinks you want to see. I may consider it at some point.