An unexpected ride**


With the holidays behind and the fresh new year starting, Oliver finds himself wondering what he'll be eating tonight. His new years resolution is to eat more healthy, especially after gourging on all the delicious foods last month, his belly has gotten slightly pudgy, and he should definatly watch his weight if he wants to compete in sports.

Oliver's stomach let out a low grumble as he padded across the kitchen tiles, his fluffy tail twitching in thought. The fridge hummed as he tugged it open, revealing shelves packed with leftovers. A half-roasted turkey wrapped in foil, a bowl of settled gravy, and several slices of pie with crumpled crusts. His nose wrinkled at the rich, buttery scent, but he forced himself to look past them.

His paw hovered towards the desert drawer, which only held a bundle of wilting kale and a single bruised apple. With a sigh, he grabbed the apple, rolling it between his pawpads as he nudged the fridge shut with his hip. Better to eat it now than to let it go to waste, he had a train to catch soon.

Miranda was already at the station, they had agreed to meet halfway between them as they lived quite far appart. It was odd for a herbifore and carnivore to date but they managed to make it work, their long distance relationship playing a key factor in it no doubt.

Oliver took a crisp bite of the apple, the tart juice flooding his tongue as he grabbed his scarf from the hook by the door. The winter air nipping at his whiskers the moment he stepped outside. His breath made small clouds with each exhale of his breath while his padded feet crunched over the frosted pavement, the rhythmic sound mingling with distant folk still clinging to the holiday spirit.  He liked the crunch beneath his paws despite the cold.

All of a sudden, unnatural warmth prickled under his fur, familiar by now, but no less unsettling. His tail twitched, then itched, and he barely had time to glance over his shoulder before the sensation rippled through him. "Not now.." he muttered but he knew there was little he could do to stop it.

He focused on his breathing and cleared his thoughts, if he just didn't think about her, maybe it would pass..

With the warmth spreading through his nerves, he clenched his paws, the half-eaten apple nearly slipping from his grip. His tail suddenly felt lighter, shorter, the tuft at the end vanishing as russet fur darkened to sleek ebony. A shudder ran through him as his muzzle tingled, shortening, his whiskers retracting like they’d never been there at all.

He staggered against a lamppost, the metal biting cold even through his gloves, 'her' gloves now, fingers slender where his had been broad. The scarf around his neck suddenly felt looser, the fabric pooling against a narrower collarbone as his pants loosened around his waist. "Fuck" he cursed under his breath. He couldn't go out like this, so he rushed back inside.

Miranda wasn't fairing much better, but to her these sensations were utterly foreign; she was sitting in the middle of a train when it happened.

She gasped as a sudden searing heat coiled in her stomach, spreading like liquid fire through her limbs. The train car blurred around her. The chatter of passengers, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks, all drowned out by the pounding of her pulse in her newly rounded ears. Her claws retracted with a sharp click, replaced by blunt, padded fingertips that trembled against the seat.  Sweat was welling beneath her fur, she'd never felt so hot in her entire life.

A strangled yelp escaped her as her tail.. Oliver’s tail twitched violently beneath her coat, the russet fur bristling before it thinned, shortening into the sleek, ebony plume she’d run her fingers through just last week..

"What is going on.." She gasped, standing up to make it towards the toilet cubicles taking confused glances from the other passengers. She closed the door behind her with a huff as she prepared to sit down at the toilet.

Her breath came in short, panicked huffs as she stared at her reflection in the tiny bathroom mirror, no longer her own but that of Oliver. His russet muzzle stared back at her, twitching with every unsteady exhale. She pressed a paw, 'his' paw, against the glass, claws clicking against the surface. The weight of his body was unfamiliar, heavier, the way his muscles tensed under fur that wasn’t her own. A shudder ran through her as she gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening.

Outside the cubicle, the train rattled on, oblivious. A conductor’s muffled voice announced the next stop, but the words barely registered. Unbeknownst to her tough she wouldn't be allone in this expierience for much longer.

The conductor, a tall Giraffe moved through the cubicles with uncanny swiftness as if their body where part of the train itself, ducking their head whenever they had to avoid something sticking from the ceiling.

They made their way over to the next passenger who swiftly presented their ticket.

The conductor’s long neck swayed slightly as they scanned the ticket, their dark eyes flicking up just as Miranda (now Oliver) stumbled out of the cubicle. The giraffe’s ears twitched, nostrils flaring at the scent of distress rolling off the russet-furred wolf.

“Everything alright, sir?” they asked, voice smooth but backed with professional concern.

Miranda opened Oliver’s muzzle, then snapped it shut, his tongue too thick, too unfamiliar. The words tangled in his throat. “I—uh..” His paws flexed, claws scraping against the fabric of his borrowed coat. "I'm fine."

The Giraffe nodded while handing back the ticket to the passenger and moved on.

The conductor’s hooves where clicking against the train floor as they moved down the aisle, their long neck swaying with the rhythm of the tracks like they'd done it a million times over. Miranda, trapped in Oliver’s body swallowed hard, the unfamiliar Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His paws trembled as he fumbled for his phone, the screen blurring in his vision until he blinked away the disorientation.

*Facial recognition failed, please clean your lense for better results*

Shaking 'his' head they tapped in the code manually and unlocked the phone to a message from the real Oliver:

Oliver: "Miranda??
Oliver: Are you—shit,
Oliver: this is you, right?
Oliver: It’s me.
Oliver: Oliver.
Oliver: Or…
Oliver: You!
Oliver: I can explain!
Oliver: I think..
Oliver: Gods, please reply."


'Oliver’s' paws fumbled over the phone, the pads of his fingers too broad, too rough against the smooth glass. His breath hitched as he stared at the message, the words swimming in his vision. His throat worked around a swallow, the unfamiliar weight of Oliver’s Adam’s apple bobbing against the collar of his shirt forming a minor nuisance and distraction. She typed back:

Miranda: "Okiver? Wgat tge gell is going on???!??"

Oliver:  Miran?
Oliver:  It isn't perminent I can explain!"

Miranda: "Wuat do you mesn explain, you knew about thus?"

Oliver: "Kind off.."
Oliver: "It's.."
Oliver: Complicated.
Oliver: Remember our last date at the funfair?"


Miranda: *Typing*

Oliver: Well that old lady, the fortune teller?
Oliver: I asked her if she could bless me with something to change my life and well..


Miranda: Fhun fiar!?..!

Oliver:  "Yeah, the funfair! I thought she was just some old coyote selling fake charms, but then she grabbed my paw and said—"

Miranda’s (now Oliver’s) claws dug into the phone as another jolt rocked the train. His shoulder slammed into the compartment wall, the impact vibrating through unfamiliar muscle. A low growl escaped his throat, more out of reflex than intent, and he froze. Oliver’s voice. Oliver’s sound. The realization prickled under his borrowed fur.

The phone buzzed again.

Oliver: "By night one way, by day another this shall be the norm, Until you find true love's first kiss, And then take love's true form".

Miranda: Sheeck?!!

Oliver: Yes like Shreck!
Oliver: But different
Oliver: eachothers species!

'Oliver' stared at the screen, the words burning into his vision. His borrowed muzzle twitched, whiskers trembling as another jolt of the train sent his balance reeling. The phone nearly slipped from his too-broad paws, claws scraping against the case. He could feel Oliver’s heartbeat thudding against his ribs as if his panic had been transplanted straight into this unfamiliar chest.

Oliver: It's okay Miran
Oliver: I still love you
Oliver: No matter what you look like.

The conductor’s hoof paused mid-step as a sudden shudder ran through their elongated neck. Their ears flicked back, nostrils flaring at an odd tingling sensation creeping up their legs. The passenger in front of them, a stout badger, clutching a newspaper gasped as their own paws began elongating, fingers stretching into slender, dark-furred digits.

The giraffe’s vision swam as their spine compressed with a series of audible pops, their towering frame collapsing inward. The badger, meanwhile, shot upward, their stubby limbs lengthening as their snout stretched into a tapered muzzle. "Wh-what is going on?" They gasped.

Neither of them knew exactly what was happening but it became increasingly clear that they where changing into one another for wichever reason.

One thing that was certain is they wheren't the only ones this was happening to.

The train lights flickered as the badger-turned-giraffe wobbled on their elongated legs with its shadow stretching across the aisle like a creepy spider. Miranda trapped in Oliver’s body staggered backward, her (his?) tail smacking into a seat as hers phone buzzed again:  

Oliver: DON’T PANIC. 
Oliver: The first time it happened to me
Oliver: I tripped over my own paws for an hour.  

She snarled at the screen, Oliver’s fangs bared in a way that felt instinctive yet wrong. Her reply was a mash of misspelt fury: 

Miranda: EADY FIR YOU TO SAU YOU[TE NOT A QOLF!

A yelp cut through the compartment as a rabbit passenger clutched their face while their ears melted into rounded bear flaps, their cotton tail swelling into a thicker stubby one. The conductor turned badger snapped their stubby fingers. “Everyone c-cálm down” Their voice cracked mid-sentence, giraffe tone warping into a badger’s growl.

Miranda’s claws punctured the phone case as another text arrived:  

Oliver: Listen. 
Oliver: When the train stops
Oliver: stay put. 
Oliver: I’m getting on at the next station. 
Oliver: And Miran?  

A pause. Then:  

Oliver: Don’t look in a mirror yet. 
Oliver: The teeth… 
Oliver: will freak you out.  

The overhead lights dimmed as the train plunged into a tunnel, swallowing Miranda’s guttural groan. A sound wich Oliver’s body made far too easily for her liking. None of them knew why any of this was happening but when they excited the tunnel they saw a young teenage doe standing in the middle of the isle on quivering legs with an antique watch in her paws. (To know how these events unfurled we go back to the antique shop where it began).


The old rat**

An old rat in his late 70's is browsing an antique store like he usually does in his freetime at the end of his workday. 

He works in the store himself but with the vast amount of items coming and going and being stocked on the shelves by one of the volunteers, he likes to make a final round through the store before he leaves to head home by train.

Aside from making sure everything is in order and taking note of places in need of restockin,g he simply likes just looking at all the things that come and go, but occasionally stumbles upon a gem he just can't part with and has to buy for himself. Sometimes he puts a discount on items that have been gathering dust, but this perticular item has always seemed to valuable just to discard as something nobody wants, in fact he's had his eye on it for quite a while but had been hesitent to cough up the $69 buck stated on the pricetag.

The rat’s clawed fingers hovered over the item, a small, tarnished pocket watch with intricate engravings of ivy winding around its edges. His whiskers twitched as he turned it over, the cool metal pressing against his palm. The glass face was slightly fogged with age, but the ticking inside was steady, almost hypnotic. He hesitated, thumb brushing over the price tag once more. $69. A hefty price if he said so himself but a fair one. He hesitated, but something about the watch hummed faintly beneath his touch, as if it had been waiting just for him. 

The volunteer a young fox arranging teacups nearby, glanced over, making him realise he hadn't officially closed the store yet. "You can go home if you want, I'll lock things down myself, alright, oh and take one of those knick-knacks for yourself, you've earned it" he added with a smile, though his smile came of more creepy than friendly. The fox nodded and picked an item from the display he'd gestured towards.

When they left he returned his gaze to the watch, he noticed it had gathered a bit of dust and used his napkin to polish it up. It looked much prettier than it had moments ago, already finalising his decision to take it home. He pulled out his wallet, added a 50 and 20 to the register and locked it up for the night while pocketing the watch.

The rat’s fingers curled around the watch as he stepped out into the crisp winter evening, the shop’s bell jingling softly behind him. Snowflakes started to cover his whiskers, and he tucked the watch deeper into his coat pocket, savouring the weight of it against his side. The streetlamps cast a warm glow on the sidewalk, their light catching the faintest shimmer of gold still clinging to the watch’s engravings.  

He paused at the corner, adjusting his scarf, when a peculiar warmth pulsed through the fabric against his thigh. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, perhaps the lingering heat of the shop.. but then the watch buzzed.. briefly, as if it twitched in recognition or as a signal for him to pick it up like a phone.

Pulling it out of his pocket, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.. except.. The glass had a new layer of dust on it or did he simply not polish the glass? He couldn't remember, but pulled out his napkin to do so anyway. The moment he touched the glass he saw a shimmer, briefly but he was certain it was there. 

Out from the corner of his eye he could see a falling star and out of habit he made a wish: "May we experience our desires" and the Jin inside the watch took that litterally..


Back on the train**
"I-i'm sorry" said the doe holding out the watch but no one around them understood what she meant by that, nor knew that this was the old rat from the store who had a thing for young little fauns. Beside him lay an Ox on the bench with that same golden shimmer he'd seen before.

The doe’s breath hitched as she stared down at her own delicate hooves, the fur a soft cream where gnarled rat claws had been just moments before. The watch slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering onto the trainfloor between her and the dazed ox. His massive frame twitched, nostrils flaring as if waking from a dream, his broad hands now thick-fingered and heavy flexing in confusion.  

The doe’s ears flicked back as the ox groaned, his deep voice rumbling through the train car. He pushed himself up from the bench that creaked under his weight. The watch lay between them, its glass now gleaming unnaturally bright, as if lit from within. A few passengers glanced their way, but most were lost in their own worlds; their phones, books, the rhythmic sway of the train or to busy watching the commotion between the conductor and the other passenger. 

The Ox reached for the watch first, his thick digits clumsy against the delicate metal. He handed it back to the doe who ran off to the bathroom where "Oliver" (Miranda) had run of to in order to check out the mirror.

Another passenger, a lean tabby cat engrossed in his novel, suddenly gasped dropping his book to the floor. His paws clutched at his stomach, which swelled rapidly beneath her sweater, the fabric straining against the sudden curve of his belly. He let out a startled yowl that morphed halfway into a feminine cry, his feline features melting into the soft, round face of a very pregnant panda.

The pregnant panda let out another strangled gasp as her paws clutched at the sudden swell of her belly. The train’s fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows as her tail shortened and vanished beneath the hem of her stretched sweater. A few rows ahead, a dachshund yipped in alarm as his spine elongated further, his limbs retracting until he slithered off the seat in a tangled heap of serpentine fur.

The panda huffed in panick as her paws roamed over the taut swell of her belly, the fabric of her sweater straining at the seams. Across the aisle, the serpentine dachshund writhed, his elongated body coiling instinctively as his fur darkened into iridescent scales. The watch, now clutched in the doe’s trembling hooves, pulsed with a golden light that seeped between her fingers, casting flickering patterns on the bathroom mirror where (Miranda) stared slack-jawed at Olivers reflection starting back at her.

The golden light pulsed once then flared violently, casting the cramped bathroom in an otherworldly glow. Miranda’s breath fogged the mirror as she pressed closer, Oliver’s wide, dark eyes staring back from a face that wasn’t hers. Her new dog ears twitched at the sound of the panda’s muffled whimpers outside, the train’s rhythmic clatter doing little to mask the chaos unfolding in the car. The watch grew hotter in the doe's grip, its engravings writhing like living things beneath her hooves.

The engravings twisted like serpents beneath the doe’s hooves, the metal almost too hot to hold. 'Oliver' flinched as the reflection in the mirror flickered, her borrowed muzzle parting in a silent gasp. The panda’s whimpers outside sharpened into a choked moan, followed by the wet thump as something heavy hit the train floor.  

The bathroom light buzzed once more, flickering faster in time with the watch’s erratic pulses. 'Oliver' clamped his paws to the sink as their vision swam.

Meanwhile, more passengers of the train started turning into their desire, whether they had a certain fetish for a species, an age or other group or they were in over their head of their lover, they started turning into that very thing which they desired.

The train car buzzed with a mix of gasps, laughter, and nervous chatter as more passengers fell victem to the mysterious magic. A burly wolf in a winter coat suddenly shrank, his muzzle rounding into a softer shape, his fur lightened to cream, ears perking into petite triangles until a wide eyed fennec fox stood where he once had, still clutching his now-oversized coat. Across the aisle, a rabbit’s ears twitched violently, elongating into sleek, spotted cheetah limbs before her whole body followed suit, her petite frame exploding into that of a feline predator.

The air crackled with unseen energy as another wave of transformations rippled through the train car. A lithe otter near the window suddenly stiffened, her sleek brown fur darkening to an inky black as her body thickened with muscle. Her tail shortened, her paws grew massive, and with a startled grunt, she found herself staring down at her own now-broad polar bear chest, her massive paws still clutching her half-empty coffee cup.  

Two seats ahead, a young deer’s antlers trembled, then dissolved entirely as his body softened, shrinking down into a petite, wide-eyed doe.

Yet another surge of magic pulsed through the air. A husky near the back let out a startled yelp as his muzzle elongated, his ears drooping into velvety folds his bulky frame melting away only to be replaced by the slender curves of a dappled greyhound, his tail whipping in confusion. Beside him, a lynx gasped as her fur darkened to a deep russet, her limbs stretching, her paws broadening until she stood on digitigrade hooves, her new equine ears flicking wildly at the unfamiliar weight.

Behind her, a corgi yipped sharply as his stubby legs stretched, his barrel-chested frame narrowing into the sleek, aerodynamic build of a whippet, his stub tail lengthening into a curve that thumped nervously against the seat.


Further down the train**


The magic rippled further down the train, inside of the next car where passengers remained blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding just one cart next to them. 

In the dining car, a towering moose in a chef’s apron suddenly hunched over, his antlers shrinking as tawny fur sprouted across his body. His hooves split into padded paws, his snout shortening until he stood blinking down at his new lion’s mane, the apron now comically tight across his broad feline shoulders.

The teenage tiger who had just been about to order a drink and snack bursted out in laughing before he felt a sudden emptiness between his legs, his tighs normally slightly appart where now able to squeze together meeting no resistance of his normally proud package, he let out a startled yelp wich sounded more like a kittens mewl for help.

Another teenager, a Rino was sitting next to a smaller cub bunny, she didn't know him other than going to the same school. For some reason he had decided to sit next to her and he had often stared at her in the past. 

His bulky frame made it a tighter squeze than it should be as if he was intentionally sitting broader than he should but this was just about to change as his form started shrinking.

The rhino’s thick gray hide rippled as his body shrank, his heavy frame compacting inwards. His horns dissolved into nothing as his snout rounded into a petite, twitching bunny nose as his muscular limbs softened into slender, furred legs. Beside him, the bunny gasped as her own body surged with unfamiliar energy, her delicate paws broadening, her ears shrinking back as a powerful weight settled into her shoulders. Her fur darkened to slate gray, her spine lengthening as the unmistakable bulk of a rhino’s form replaced her petite frame with an unfamiliar heat and weight forcing her knees to part in order to accomadate a growing mass of meat.

Her widened hips forced her to slump awkwardly against the seat, knees splayed wide to accommodate the sudden, throbbing weight now pressing against her inner thighs. Across from her, the former rhino now a trembling bunny blinked up with huge pink eyes, his or rather her delicate paws hovering over his now-flat crotch in disbelief causing a deep blush beneath the white cheek fur.

A hot flush crept up the new rhino’s neck as she shifted, the sheer mass between her legs straining against her jeans with every slight movement. She was no longer a she but a he as her voice was deep and rumbling when she asked "What is going on?".

The small bunny in front of him trembled and with quivering voice squeked they didn't know, an elder lady somewhere down the train screamed in shock as someone transformed into a bimbo right in front of her.

The train jolted slightly on the tracks, sending the newly transformed rhino stumbling forward, his massive body nearly crushing the tiny bunny now trembling beneath him. The weight between her legs shifted uncomfortably, the unfamiliar heat and pressure making his breath hitch. He tried to adjust, but the tight jeans only made it worse, the thick seam rubbing against sensitive new flesh with every movement expierincing that same arousal the true Rino has had so many times before thinking about her former self.

Across the aisle, the tiger-turned-kitten let out another pitiful mewl, his paws patting frantically at his now-smooth groin, his tail puffed up in alarm. His voice cracked as he tried to speak, but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak.

The driver alone in his cart heard a knock on his cabin, the cabin crew was about to bring him a coffee but the moment they made eyecontact they too started to change into one another.

The chipmunk waitress dropped her cup as she saw the mirror image of herself in the train driver and gasped as her own paws started to shift into that of him.

Her fingers stretched, her delicate claws thickening into the driver’s blunt, calloused digits. Her uniform strained against her broadening shoulders, buttons popping as her chest swelled outward with unfamiliar weight of chest muscle. The driver, still gripping his own coffee, let out a choked noise as his beard receded, his jawline softening into the waitress’s petite muzzle her wide, nervous eyes now staring back at him from his own face.  

The train lurched again, sending the newly formed chipmunk-driver stumbling against the controls, his/her small paws fumbling over the now seemingly unfamiliar levers.

The train’s brakes screeched as the chipmunk-driver’s unfamiliar paws jerked the controls in panic, sending a violent shudder through the carriages. The new rhino staggered, his thick thighs slamming against the seat as the weight between them throbbed with every jolt. His jeans strained dangerously, seams creaking as the fabric stretched taut over swelling heat. The tiny bunny beneath him squeaked, her pink nose twitching frantically as his massive frame pinned her to the upholstery her delicate paws pressed uselessly against his strong thighs.

Another squeal sounded from the cabin behind the former stewardess. A high, desperate sound that was abruptly cut off by a wet, squelching pop. The newly transformed chipmunk-driver whipped his head around just in time to see the last passenger in the rear compartment shudder violently, their body swelling grotesquely as fur darkened and limbs twisted. A thick, musky scent flooded the air as the unfortunate soul collapsed forward onto all fours, their clothes splitting at the seams to reveal a massive, bristling form, that of a hulking bull, his nostrils flaring as hot breath puffed from his muzzle in ragged bursts.

The entire train was changing and only a handfull now knew why and what caused it as the formerly old rat started explaining what had transpired together with Miranda and Oliver on her phone together explaining how to resolve it. Most people changed back without an issue but some actually chose to stay the way they had become living out a fetish or exploring new possibilities.

One such pair was the Rhino and bunny..

The rhino’s breath came in ragged, heated bursts as he braced himself against the seat, the sheer weight of his new body pulsing with every frantic heartbeat. His jeans wich where already stretched to their limit let out an ominous rrrip as the seam along his inner thigh finally gave way, exposing a thick, dusky swell of flesh that twitched against the bunny’s trembling shoulder. She let out a whimper, her ears flattening as the musky scent of his arousal flooded her senses.  

Across the aisle, the kitten-tiger scrambled backward on unsteady paws, his once-powerful frame now dwarfed by the seat cushions.

The rhino’s massive hands trembled as he gripped the seat, his thick fingers sinking into the cushion. The bunny beneath him let out a tiny, shuddering gasp as his swollen heat pressed insistently against her side, the sheer heat of it searing through her thin blouse. His breath hitched. Every slight shift sent a jolt of pleasure through his unfamiliar anatomy, the tight confines of his ruined jeans only serving to amplify the sensation.  

Across the aisle, the kitten-tiger’s claws scrabbled against the floor as he tried to stand, his new body uncoordinated and weak. His tail lashed in panic, knocking over a half-empty soda can as he wobbled towards the exit.

The duo in the head of the train started making out with one another ceiling their form for good.

A sudden, CRACK echoed from the rear of the train as the bull passenger’s hooves cracked against the floor, his massive shoulders heaving with each ragged breath as if possesed by a lustfull demon.

With most of the train now vacated, their jobs or reasons for travel forgotten a night of rutting ensued untill dawn broke and the curse lifted.. at least for those that didn't choose to stay that way. The genie once again returned to a slumber untill they'd be awoken again to grant another wish.

The first pale streaks of dawn crept through the train windows as the last shuddering moans faded into exhausted silence. The rhino slumped heavily against the torn seats, his thick fingers still tangled in the bunny's rumpled fur as she lay panting beneath him, her once-pristine blouse now stretched and damp with sweat. Across the aisle, the kitten-tiger let out a final, plaintive mewl before his body shimmered fur retracting.

The train lurched to a final stop, its brakes hissing as the last echoes of the night’s chaos settled into stillness. The rhino groaned, his massive body shifting as he pulled away from the bunny, his breath still heavy, his fur matted with sweat. She trembled beneath him, her pink nose twitching as she swallowed a whimper, her thighs sticky and trembling. Around them, the scattered remnants of clothing and overturned seats bore witness to the frenzy that had consumed them.  

A soft chime rang through the cabin as the doors slid open, cold morning air rushing in. New crew stood ready to board the chaos that had unfolded, each jaw gaping in awe at the mess and sheer lewdity in front of them.

"Morning" the train driver said as per usual, forgetting that their apearance had changed wich only added to the new crews confusion seeing the 'stewardess' in the 'engineers' uniform.

The new crew froze in the doorway, their eyes darting from the disheveled passengers to the chipmunk-sized conductor still obliviously adjusting his oversized hat. The rhino’s nostrils flared as the cold air hit his damp fur, his thick fingers flexing against the bunny’s trembling flank—neither of them moved, caught between exhaustion and the dawning horror of what they’d done.  

A soda can rolled lazily across the aisle, coming to rest against the kitten-tiger’s paw just as his fur rippled, his body elongating back into his true form with a wet, shuddering gasp.

The new crew hesitated, their faces a mix of shock and morbid fascination, until the chipmunk conductor finally adressed them. "Ah! Just in time for shift change!" he squeaked cheerfully, oblivious to the carnage around him. His tiny paws fumbled with the oversized clipboard, nearly toppling him over as he gestured grandly at the wrecked cabin.  

The end.
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4000k +1200words  
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Notes to self


Minimal intro, setting is the interior of a subway car or train full but not stuffed with anthros.  Think NYC or Chicago population density, not Tokyo.  In a bag, a heirloom vase from an estate or picked up in a curiosity shop is rubbed, and the djinn inside is freed.  Alert, but not manifesting, the djinn hears a wish that is misworded, or deliberately misinterpreted to allow them to become working mischief by swapping traits and anatomy between passengers.  A guy asleep in a seat reserved for the elderly, pregnant, or disabled while a lone pregnant single mother stands above him finds himself with child instead.  A young cub getting crowded by a dude aggressively manspreading beside her finds her own thighs forced apart by the new bulky cock and balls in her groin as her neighbor's tight little pussy offers no resistance to his legs being shoved closed, and so on until wordcount is used up.

I don't see NSFW coming up unless one of the subjects is a couple making out or something, my preference for victim pairings involving a distinct difference in age, sex, or both.

That sound doable?