Here are five shortish stories that include myself,  sournote103, and  bullinova or were thought up by myself and Sour!

I will include a title before each one, one of which is doctor who inspired. ^w^

I hope you all enjoy these four tales~

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The Gas Masks

It was a normal day, or at least Rerim thought that it was a normal day. The cat was wandering down the street, absolutely baffled about what to do with his day. Along the way, he saw someone oddly dressed. Their clothes were regular, but upon their face was a gas mask, their body oddly dragged as they approached. The cat didn’t feel comfortable around the odd anthro, so he decided to cross there rather than wait until the light.

Running across the street, Rerim saw the anthro give up and started to walk back the other way. “Weirdo.” Rerim said, never before had he seen someone like that in the town before. The day only proved to become weirder though, later on in the day he saw Tiran, but something was odd with the otter, his face was contorted with concern. “Hey Tiran, what’s wrong?”

The otter jumped, “Oh... Rerim, thank god, you’re normal.”

“Normal?” Rerim asked, his tail twitching curiously.

“Yeah, haven’t you noticed all the people around town wearing gas masks?” The otter asked, his eyes flicked side to side every now and then as if looking for someone... or something.

How could he not of? “Yeah, I saw them. What’s wrong with them?”

But before Tiran could answer that question, one of the people in gas masks appeared around the corner and started towards them mumbling something that Rerim couldn’t quite make out. “Oh no! Rerim, get away!” Tiran shouted as he turned the other way and sprinted away from the masked creature.

Rerim didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t like the fact that the masked anthro was coming after him. He ran across the street, noticing how oddly empty the streets were before sprinted home.

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On his way home, Rerim finally realized why Tiran had been so panicked. Seeing another one of the masked anthros, he had hidden behind a bush and saw a nonmasked anthro approaching. “Hey Len, what’s with that weird mask?” The dog asked, a cheerful look upon his face.

The masked anthro froze and turned to look at the anthro, it said something to the anthro but once again Rerim couldn’t make it out.

“Mommy? What’re you talking about L...” But before he could say anything else, the masked anthro suddenly reached out and touched his face. “What’re you doing L... le... urg...” He suddenly hunched over, his hands clenching at his face.

Rerim felt as if his heart were going to burst from fear, as the hunched over anthro groaned suddenly there was a gagging noise as he started to straighten up and a black pipe suddenly erupted from his mouth. The anthro’s eyes soon disappeared as a pair of black lens slid out over his eyes, becoming gas mask lens as his face shifted into that of a gas mask and his body suddenly slumped in a way similar to the other masked anthro.

“Oh god... they’re... they’re contagious!” He hissed to himself, realizing that he was in danger, Rerim rushed home as fast as his feet could take him. But on his way home, he nearly rammed right into another anthro. “Oh, I’m sorry, I really have to get... Tiran?!”

The figure turned around to reveal a masked otter, the form of the gas mask had taken on the likeness of the otter’s muzzle, though his breaths were odd and echoey. “Are you my mommy?” He asked.

“Wh... what? Tiran, what happened to you?”

But Tiran had determined that Rerim wasn’t who he was looking for, so as had been done to the earlier anthro, Rerim felt the cold paw of his friend wrap around his face. An odd tingling sensation spread through his face, and a groan of pain erupted from his mouth as he fell to his knees. From deep within his throat, he felt a substance rushing out to meet the air. For a moment he thought he would’ve thrown up, but instead it solidified into a solid pipe as it pushed out.

Rerim looked to Tiran with desperation, wanting his friend to help him, but his eyes suddenly were blinded as a pair of black lens slid over his eyes, the world being submerged in a darkness that was almost night-like. As the mask became a part of his face, Rerim felt his personality being wiped away, all that he was became that of a scared child, he needed to find mommy.

Rerim’s body went slack as his personality faded, the mask had fused with his face and he struggled as his first words came to mind. “Are you my mommy?”

(This story is originally inspired by Doctor Who)

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The City of Plushies
 
Mofa city, a rather ordinary city, home to peaceful residents. Many different anthros live in the city, and all of them get along well enough. There were rarely any incidents in the town, and all the residents were happy with their peaceful lives. Nobody thought anything wrong could happen in their nice city. That was, until the dolls appeared.

It was eerie, one day they didn’t exist, and the next everyone found formless dolls in their houses. They just appeared there, they were large dolls with no distinctive traits to them. Everyone touched them curiously, they noted that there were enough for every member of the family that lived in the house. The dolls didn’t seem to be anything more than just large balls of plush material.

At first everyone was creeped out, anthros put many of the dolls out near the trash. They were taken without word to the dump, and many assumed that the dolls were burned. But even so, the morning after the dolls were taken away, they reappeared, but they were different this time. Rather than be the formless dolls, every last one of them now resembled one of the residents of the town. Albeit fat and made of plush material.

Everyone thought it was an invasion attempt, so the dolls were all carefully locked away in a factory so that they couldn’t do anything bad. But just as before, the next morning they were back in their houses. Everyone gave up and decided to live with them, it was eerie how the dolls’ watched them, but they never moved once.

It was in Mofa City, that Tiran the otter and his friend Rerim the dog lived. The pair had been best friends for as long as they could remember, and they were often inseparable. So when the dolls invaded, it didn’t take Tiran long to go visit his friend. “Hey Rerim.” He said cheerfully as the dog opened up his front door.

“What’s up Tiran? Is this about the dolls?” He asked curiously, Rerim knew that his friend was going to visit sooner or later.

“Yeah, can you believe how weird these things are?” He asked as he looked at the one in Rerim’s living room. “They’re everywhere, but they don’t do anything at all.”

Rerim nodded, the pair approached the doll and looked it over. Save for the fact for how big it was and the fact that it was a plush doll, it looked like Rerim down to his markings and wings. They prodded it a few times, but there was no response. Tiran tapped his chin, “You know, has anyone tried getting into these things? I mean, it’s been proved that they’re hollow when people were carrying them outside. But no one has investigated their insides.”

“You’re right...” Rerim muttered, he couldn’t help but be curious about the inside as well.

“Well, why don’t we cut these suckers open?” TIran asked with a grin, “I’d love to see what’s inside this baby.”

Pondering for a moment, Rerim thought it a bit morbid that he would be going inside of a replica of himself. But the thought passed, “Sure! I don’t have any good knives here though, do you have some at your house?”

Tiran nodded, “Yeah, and while I’m at it, I might as well bring along my doll. If we’re cutting you open, I might as well cut myself open as well.” The otter laughed and Rerim joined in, Tiran’s laughter often proved infectious.

“Alright, well I’ll see you when you get back.” Rerim said as his friend went out the front door, turning towards the doll Rerim stroked his chin. Approaching it he poked it a few times, curious to see if anything would move. Then he heard an odd sound, it was a faint giggling sound. “Hello?” Rerim questioned as he looked around, but he saw no one. He then realized, it was coming from the mouth of the doll. Carefully, the dog climbed up the doll’s large stomach and peered into the gaping maw to listen for the giggling. “Is anyone in there?”

But as he peered into the void, Rerim lost his grip and found himself plummeting into the mouth of the doll. As he landed in its stomach, Rerim grunted. The inside of the doll felt funny, almost sticky. The cotton rubbed against his body as he moved, “Hello?” He called out, hoping that someone might hear him. Realizing that there was no one nearby, Rerim knew that he would have to wait until Tiran got back.

Breathing heavily as he hoisted the doll onto his back, Tiran turned towards the door tucked an exacto knife into his vest pocket as he started out. He had noticed an odd lack of people on the streets, instead the dolls were sitting on the front lawns. “Now that, is creepy...” Tiran muttered as he glanced at them, they seemed to be gazing at him.

The doll was huge, and remarkably heavy for being made of plush. Staggering towards Rerim’s house, Tiran walked down the path and kept glancing nervously at the dolls on the street. As he walked further, Tiran couldn’t deny what he was seeing. The dolls were starting to come to life, he had noticed some movement in some of the other dolls, as if something inside was struggling, but now they were coming to life. It was eerie at how they seemed so cheerful, they all looked at him with their odd eyes. “Tiran, why’re you still a fleshie?” One of the plush creatures asked him.

Tiran gulped and started to run as fast as he could with the doll on his back, as he ran he didn’t notice that his doll was starting to pull him in, absorbing him into itself until it was much too late. He felt a sudden weight increase on his back, and he was suddenly sucked into his plush self’s stomach. Sitting there in a daze, the otter tried to pull weakly at the cotton but it wouldn’t move. Instead it stuck to him, not only that, but Tiran’s body was becoming the stuffing for his own plushie. He tried to struggle, but it was no use, Tiran found himself becoming one with his plushie... and he enjoyed it.

“Yay!” He suddenly cheered out of nowhere, “I get to be with my plushie buddies!” A feeling of childish delight was filling the otter as he was becoming the plushie, soon he could see out of the eyes of the plushie, and he could even move its arms. Tiran forgot being a silly fleshie, now he was a big fat plushie, and he just couldn’t wait to show it to Rerim.

The dog himself was struggling, he couldn’t help but panic as the cotton was absorbing Rerim. It was a fruitless battle, he only could slow it, but even that was hard. Rerim kept screaming for help, but as he did so suddenly he could feel his new large legs wiggling happily. “No...” He muttered before starting another round of his panicked screams when he heard the front door open.

“Tiran?! Tiran, I need your help! Get me out of here!”

But the voice that answered was different than Tiran’s usual one, this one was high pitched and goofy. “Why would you want to get out Rerim? This is great, here, let me help you!” Suddenly Rerim found himself being covered in cotton through the mouth of his larger self. It only served to increase the speed of the transformation, giggling started to circle him, and his mind started to fog over as his body changed faster and faster into cotton as he started to see through his new plushie eyes.

Then, it was over. Rerim giggled as he patted his fat plush belly, “Wow! I’m hungry Tiran, let’s go to the store. I could do with some cotton!”

Tiran nodded, “Yeah! Let’s go get some of that sweet stuff!” The two fat plushies pushed their way out through the door, happily unaware that they had once been flesh creatures. They then smelled a fleshie, and knew that they needed to help them change into their new plushie form.

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The Mascot Turned Jock
 
“Yeah! The Polar bears will kick your butts, and the christmas spirit will kick your butt!” Tiran screamed, the otter did a flip in his mascot suit and did a spring in the air as the crowd cheered. The football players were beating the other team by a large margin, and it was obvious that they weren’t going to catch up.

The other mascot attempted to outshine the otter, but it was no use as Tiran did a triple somersault before striking a pose. Everyone laughed as the other mascot sulked out of the stadium, obviously defeated by the showboating mascot. “And the Polar bears score again, this game is over.” The announcer said as Tiran picked up a t-shirt launcher and started shooting t-shirts to the people in the audience, he received a few boos as some of the opposing team’s fans received some of their shirts.

“Great job Tiran!” The quarterback said enthusiastically, smacking the otter in his suit on the back.

Tiran pulled off the polar bear head and grinned, “Thanks Chuck.” As the boar walked away, Tiran sighed. Even though he loved being the mascot, sometimes he felt useless to the team. Picking up the launcher and putting it into his bag, the otter started off. He put his head back on as he walked out, knowing that fans would want to see the mascot in full gear.

Receiving a few high fives, Tiran soon found his way to the bus and walked straight to the back awaiting the football players. He had tried to attend some of the post game parties, but in the end he was always left out, so after a while he decided to not go anymore. Pulling off his head, Tiran popped in his earbuds and started to listen to Christmas music.

The football players’ parties lasted for an hour or two usually, once three hours when the players’ drinks were ‘accidentally’ swapped with alcohol. “You will have a sentimental feeling...” Tiran sang to himself as he closed his eyes, it would be a long cold wait...

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The college was in full Christmas colors as the students wandered around campus. Tiran wandered into his room and fell on his face, he was exhausted after the previous night’s game. The team had once again ‘accidentally’ had their drinks swapped, so the party had lasted for four hours, and with Tiran waiting in the bus he had been glad that he had the suit to keep him warm.

His phone started to ring, picking it up Tiran answered. “Hello?” He muttered in a unenthused tone.

“Hey Tiran, you wanna hang out? There are some carolers outside my door again...” It was Rerim, Tiran scratched his head. He wanted to, but he was so exhausted.

“Sorry bud, but I’m too tired, that game last night ran long. I’m gonna take a nap, okay?” Tiran said in a tired tone.

“Okay, have a good nap man.” Rerim said before hanging up, Tiran laid his head down once more and started to lightly snore. In his dreams he imagined himself as one of the football players, scoring a touchdown for his team before being picked up.

As the otter pantomimed winning a game in his sleep, one of the football players opened his door. “Yo, Tiran. We’re having another party tonight, wanna come?” But as he looked in, he heard the otter.

“Yeah... I won the football game... I’m the best...” Tiran muttered tiredly as he held an imaginary trophy in his paw.

The football player was silent for a moment before a grin spread across his face, pulling out his phone he dialed up Chuck. “Yo, Chuck. You need to get here asap. I think I found a new player...”

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The football team carried Tiran down the halls into a hidden room under the football field, the otter didn’t awaken as they had given him a special sleeping tablet which would keep him under for a while longer. Setting the otter down, the team walked into the back of the room and pulled out a black jersey, the team’s jerseys were white so it was an odd choice of color.

“Tiran, wake up.” Chuck whispered in the otter’s ears, and like clockwork Tiran’s eyes flicked open.

“Huh...?” Tiran moaned as he sat up, confused as he looked around. “What’s happening?” But as he looked down, he realized in embarrassment that he had nothing on and quickly covered himself, “What’s going on you guys?!”

Chuck snorted in amusement, “Well ya see Tiran, Drew heard ya muttering about how ya wanna be a football player.”

Tiran blushed, “Well...” He looked away in embarrassment.

“We have a way to do that bro.” Chuck said, and Tiran looked up in interest.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” Chuck held up the black jersey, “Ya just gotta wear this, and it’ll all be set up.”

Looking doubtfully as the jersey, Tiran took it in paw. “This thing will make me a football player?”

“Yeah, just put it on bro.” Chuck said, gesturing for the team’s mascot to put it on.

“Alright.” Tiran said before sliding on the jersey, it looked and felt like a regular jersey. The otter’s whiskers twitched curiously, “What’s supposed to ha... p... urch...” He groaned, the pure black color of the jersey was starting to be soaked away by a white color. Tiran gripped his head as the color faded away, “Ow....”

The otter started to rip at the jersey in an attempt to rip it off, but it wouldn’t be pulled off so easily. It gripped hard to his body, and as it did the football players watched in glee as numbers started to appear on the jersey against the white as the black drained out. Underneath the jersey, muscles started to develop as new thoughts and memories started to get absorbed into the otter’s mind.

Underneath the jersey, the black was forming into tattoos that he had seen on some of the other football members. A savage grin started to spread on Tiran’s face as he started to think like the other members, “W... where did you get this?” He hissed, still trying to resist the effects of the jersey.

“The coach made it.” Chuck said, “Sometimes there are some people that we want to join the team, but they don’t have the will, or the muscles for the job, so the coach made this to make people perfect football players. Just like you’re gonna be Tiran.”

Tiran held his head once more as the last of the black soaked out of the jersey leaving his new football numbers on the jersey, “Number twenty-five, nice number bro.” Chuck said as he slapped the back of the new teammate.

Tiran grinned, “Thanks bro. Can’t wait to get in the game.”

Drew put up his hand, “Bros, we don’t have a mascot anymore.”

“The coach made a new suit I heard, it’ll make whoever put it on a great mascot.” Chuck said, “Now we just need someone to wear it.”

The newest teammate’s eyes glittered as a thought came to mind, “Well... I have someone in mind...”

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Tiran knocked on a window, and after a few moments a dog’s face came to the window. As he was let inside, Tiran could barely contain his excitement. Rerim had no idea what was in store for him, but it was going to be awesome.

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The Cloning Collar
 
Rerim checked his watch, his friend Bolt had called him earlier to meet him at the local park. It was the middle of the day, so kids were still in school save for a few juvenile delinquents. The cat’s tail twitched in annoyance as he watched a punk kid spray painting the side of wall, “Nice defacing of public property...” Rerim muttered in annoyance.

From behind him he heard panting, he turned around and saw Bolt hunched over as he panted. “S... sorry for taking so long Rerim... I... I slept in...”

Rerim smiled, “It’s alright Bolt, relax for a minute, it’s not like I’m in a rush or anything.” The pair sat down on a park bench as Bolt caught his breath.

“Wooo! There’s a reason I don’t run a lot.” The pair both laughed.

“So, what’d you need me for Bolt?” Rerim asked curiously, the pair watching the punk get caught by a teacher who looked anything but happy.

Bolt snapped his fingers, “Oh! Dang it, I completely forgot to bring it.”

“Bring what?” Rerim asked curiously.

Smiling sheepishly, Bolt said. “Your present, I wanted to get you something for being such a great friend. But I completely forgot it at home, I chose this place to meet up so you wouldn’t have to walk all the way to my house. I know it’s a little while from here, but would you mind coming with me so I can give you the present?”

Rerim’s face had lit up. A present, for him? “Sure!” He said, unable to hide his pleasure at being given a present by his friend.

Relief spread across the tiger’s face, “Alright, I’m sorry again about this.”

“It’s no worry.” Rerim said, smiling as he walked alongside his friend.

Bolt seemed to be deep in thought as they walked, though Rerim didn’t prod him about it. The tiger’s house was really far from the park, at least a mile away as compared to Rerim’s measly half mile. “Wow, you ran all this way?” Rerim asked.

Chuckling, Bolt nodded. “Yeah, I was so annoyed at myself for sleeping in. I hate running all that way, but I didn’t want you leaving because I was late.” Rerim nodded understanding the tiger’s worry..

Soon they made it to Bolt’s house, it was much larger than Rerim imagined. It was practically three times as big as his own house, “Wow...” The cat said, looking up at the building in shock.

Bolt chuckled at his friend’s amazement, “Yeah, I have a big house.”

“You’re telling me...” Rerim said in astonishment as he walked in, the house was gigantic, it was a wonder that the tiger didn’t get lost in the place.

“I’m going to go find the gift, stay here and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Bolt said as he started towards another room, Rerim nodded and plopped into a nearby chair. The cat looked at some of the pictures, many of them seemed to be of Bolt’s family.

It didn’t take long for the tiger to come back, clutched in his hands was a small box. “Here you are man, sorry for making you walk all this way.” Bolt said as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

“It’s no problem.” Rerim said as he excitedly pulled away some wrapping paper from the box and opened it to find a gleaming pink collar, “Wow... this looks awesome!”

Bolt grinned, “I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you try it on?”

Nodding, Rerim picked up the collar and slipped it around his throat. As soon as he snapped the collar’s ends together he felt an electric jolt through his body, “W... whoa...”

Bolt’s grin grew larger, “Good...”

Rerim blinked a few times as he felt dizzy, suddenly he felt as if he were putting on weight. He held his stomach and watched as it started to expand and change into a color similar to Bolt’s own. “What’s happening?” He asked his friend.

Chuckling, the tiger walked up and looked over his changing friend. “Well Rerim, I’ve been wanting a hypno slave for a while. And with this collar, not only does it make you a subservient slave, but it also makes you into the form of the one who collared you. Namely, me.”

Thoughts of serving his master came to Rerim’s mind, as a beard started to grow from his chin a smile yanked at his mouth even though he felt terrified. His stomach had grown and taken on the coloring of Bolt’s own, and along with that his legs and arms were changing as well. Rerim’s sense of self started to dissolve as Bolt’s personality started to overshadow the cat’s, Rerim’s eyes filled with spirals as he felt control over himself disappear. “No... I... I’m Rerim...” He muttered to himself, but even as he said it Bolt’s voice came out.

Bolt reached over and pulled off Rerim’s glasses, “I don’t need glasses to see, now do I?”

“No, I don’t.” Bolt said, “Wait... I’m Rerim.” He muttered again to himself, but the name seemed flat in his mouth, he was Bolt the tiger, subservient to his master the great Bolt.

Pulling out a sweatshirt akin to his own, the original Bolt slid it onto his new clone who smiled as his master presented him with his own clothing. “Thank you master!” He said in excitement, his eyes pulsating with green swirls.

Bolt chuckled, “It’s no problem, now for your first order, I want you to clean up my house slave.”

There was no greater honor in the clone’s mind, “I’ll get right to it master!” Bolt said, snapping a salute before running off to find the closet. Bolt’s memories were his memories so he knew exactly where everything was, just as the original wanted it.

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The Djinn in the Magic Attic
 
Stew smiled over his plate at Cynthia, she was a gorgeous vixen who had captured his heart two months prior. The pair had been well received by both of their families, Stew being a recent college graduate and having an engineering job was an impressive sight to Cynthia’s parents, while Cynthia was gorgeous and kind which appealed to Stew’s own parents.

They were perfectly happy, and Stew couldn’t be any happier as the vixen smiled back at him. “What’re you looking at Stew?” She asked curiously, her ears twitching in wonder.

Stew being a tiger generally had a pretty obvious look upon his face when he was thinking about something, he knew that Cynthia was just teasing. “Oh it’s nothing, just seeing how pretty you look.” He said with a grin on his face.

There was an odd look in Cynthia’s eyes as the waiter walked over with bill in hand, “I hope you two enjoyed your dinner tonight, may I suggest...” When he glanced over at Cynthia he seemed to note something, and he ‘accidentally’ swung his hand down and it tapped Stew’s glass of wine right into his lap.

“Whoa!” Stew jumped up in shock, the juice imediantly staining his pants.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Let me help you clean that off in the bathroom.” The waiter said, tugging the tiger into the bathroom. He then pushed Stew in and quickly poked it head out the door as if to make sure that no one was approaching.

“What’s the matter with you?!” Stew asked angrily, his nice slacks had been stained purple by the grape wine that he had been drinking.

The waiter turned back to Stew, a sad look upon his face. “You know she’s going to dump you tonight, right?”

Stew looked up, obvious confusion already spreading across his face. “What? What do you mean?” Even though he played innocent, already a pit was forming in his stomach, before the date had even started Stew had an ominous feeling about today. It was the same way with every date that had ended up in a breakup for Stew, and his gut didn’t seem to want to lie today either.

“I’ve seen that look many times, working here you see it far too often. She was just getting ready to break up with you, I just wanted to give you a heads up.” He then held out a towel, “And, I’m sorry about your pants. That was the only way to get you away.” He then walked out, a relieved look upon his face after doing a good deed.

Stew stood stock still for a moment, his hand clutched around the towel given to him. He glanced down at it for a moment, thinking about the information that had just been imparted to him. “She’s going to break up with me...” He muttered, a slight numbness setting in.

The tiger walked out of the bathroom door and back to his table, this time he wasn’t blinded by love, the look he had always thought he had seen in his lover’s eyes wasn’t there. It was a look of disease, as if his very presence were a bother. He slipped into his seat and attempted a smile, “You wouldn’t believe the thing that the waiter said to me...”

“Stew, don’t.” Cynthia said, putting her paw up and a look of pain spread across her face. “I think you really know what I have to say.”

For a moment, Stew pretended not to hear her before his shoulders started to slump. “Yeah...” He muttered.

Cynthia stood, a quick movement but what seemed to last an eternity to Stew. “I’m sorry Stew, we’re done.” Cynthia said before walking away.

“Why...” Stew hissed, his heart breaking. He slumped in his seat, feeling the gaze of other customers set upon him. Accusing him of ruining his own relationship, “What did I do?” He asked himself.

“You messed up.” His subconscious told him as Stew buried his head in his paws, not to move until later that night when he came to from his grief.

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Walking into his house, Stew’s head was bowed in misery as he stumbled upstairs, he had never thought that Cynthia would’ve broken up with him. As the tiger walked towards his bedroom, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself until he heard an odd banging from the attic. The tiger turned towards the attic door, “Hello?” He called out, “Is someone in there?”

Walking towards the door, Stew tapped on it a few times, curious if there was someone in there. He turned the doorknob, and was shocked as he saw that his attic had drastically changed. Rather than the small crawl space that had originally been there, it was now a huge space with a lot of junk in it. “What in the world...?” Stew asked as he stepped into the large room, he could’ve been imagining it but he swore the air had an odd tingle to it.

Walking through the space, he saw recent signs of cleaning, the floor was still a bit damp from being mopped. “Weird...” Stew said, and as he observed the many different items a growing sense of irritation mounted. The thoughts of Cynthia kept on bubbling up, and they just continued to fuel an anger that Stew felt.

As Stew was looking over an odd lamp, the irritation grew too big and he picked up the lamp and tossed it, grinning in satisfaction as it made a particularly loud bang. “That felt good...”

“Who dares destroy my abode?” The voice rang out, loud and clear. Stew felt his heart stop as he saw a large amount of steam pouring from the lamp. It soon accumulated into a large cloud with a pair of glowing red eyes, “Are you the one who dares break a Djinn’s abode?”

Stew gulped, “I... I’m sorry, I didn’t know someone was living in there...”

The eyes squinted, “You... I can see much pain in you...” Stew ducked his head, slightly abashed that the Djinn could see into him as such. “Yes... I do believe you are in need of a wish.”

“A wish?” Stew asked, his ears perking up in interest at the mention.

“Yes, I am a Djinn, though your people often butcher my name and call me a...” His eyes rolled, “Genie.”

A grin spread across Stew’s face, “Wow, what should I wish for first?”

“Don’t worry, I don’t take simple wishes. I only grant your deepest desires.”

Confusion spread across the tiger’s face, his whiskers twitching curiously. “My deepest desires?”

“Yes, now look into my eyes mortal. I shall grant your wish.” Stew looked into the Djinn’s eyes and gasped in shock, the eyes glowed with a supernatural aura. Stew’s brain started to reel in shock as magic was sent right into his brain, “Mortal who has been scorned by woman, your most secret desire is to not have to be attracted to woman any longer, so I shall change your preference. From now on, males shall be your main interest, and you shall no longer remember your dreaded years with women.”

Stew tried to resist, to tell the Djinn that he didn’t want the wish to be granted, but it was too late. Suddenly Stew found himself stepping out of the attic holding an old snowglobe, “Here it is, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He didn’t remember going into the large room, he only remembered heading in to get a snowglobe.

His cell phone suddenly rang, “Hello?” He said as he answered the call, glancing the fake snow in the globe.

“Hey Stew, it’s Cynthia. I wanted to apologize about earlier. Honestly the reason I broke up with you is...”

But Stew just looked confused, “Cynthia, what are you talking about?”

“Stew, I know you’re sore, but...”

“No honestly, Cynthia. I have no idea what you’re talking about, you know I’m gay.”

There was a moment’s pause before a spark of magic flowed from Stew into his cell phone, on the other side Cynthia recoiled as she was struck by magic. “Oh... yeah... I have no idea what I was talking about.” She laughed, “Wanna look for cute guys later Stew?”

The tiger chuckled, “Sure, I have my eyes on the guy in the cd shop...” With the magic that the Djinn had cast upon him, his wish was likely to be granted...

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Kyle smiled as a pair of siamese sisters walked by, “Hey girls.” They giggled as the cheetah purred, “You’re looking fine today.”

“Get back to work you idiot.” Neal, his manager and one of his best friends said with a grin. “You know that if the boss sees you acting like an idiot, you’ll be fired.”

Kyle sighed, “Yeah, yeah...”

A tiger walked in, his tail twitching as he looked around. Kyle sighed, this guy looked like he would be asking a bunch of questions, he knew the signs. They always walked around the booth slowly, “Ya know, for once why can’t people just know what they want when they come in...?”

Little did Kyle know, the tiger did know what he wanted, he was just playing coy. Stew looked over at the cheetah and smiled, it was time. Walking over to the counter, he saw the the cheetah looked uninterested. “Hi.”

Kyle sighed inwardly, “Hi, what can I do for you sir?” But as he made eye contact with Stew, something odd happened. The magic from the Djinn had been made so that the first guy Stew desired, would have their orientation shifted just as Stew’s was. His jaw dropped a bit as the magic started working.

“Well... I saw you a few times and I thought you looked a bit...” Stew blushed, “Cute.” The words were muffled though to Kyle, his mind was being worked upon by the magic, and as his preference was changed a smile spread across the cheetah’s face.

“Thanks...” He said, now blushing himself.

“Do... do you wanna go get a coffee on your break?” Stew asked.

“Yes! I mean... yeah.” Kyle said before holding his hand out, “I’m Kyle.”

“Stew.” Stew said as he shook the cheetah’s paw, the pair having been connected through the Djinn’s magic knew that they would be inseparable from then on.

“Neal, I’m going on break.” Kyle said as he walked out with Stew.

Neal just grunted in affirmation, reading a music magazine, unaware that his friend had been changed in just a few moments. But when he would find out, the magic just as it worked upon Cynthia, would work upon Neal.

As Neal sat there, he heard a sigh as a woman came up to the counter. He glanced up to find himself looking at a vixen and sat up, the wolf’s eyes sparking in interest. “Hi, how can I help you?”

Cynthia grunted, “Have you seen a tiger named...” As she looked up Neal a smile spread across her face, “You know, you’re kinda cute...”

Neal grinned, “I think I can help you if you want to go have some coffee...”

“I’d be happy to.” Cynthia said as the wolf followed behind her, the cd shop forgotten by both couples.