Magic was often a mysterious thing. Many believed it didn't exist, and those that did think it exist, were often never able to fully prove its existence. There were rare cases when one was able to manipulate magic and cause strange things to occur in the world. In one such case, an unidentified magic user was strong enough to manipulate the city around them. While the city went on unaware of what happened, a few people would become aware of the magic that existed that surrounded them, but by the time they realized it existed, it was too late.



It was approaching 6 PM. It was summer, so it was still bright out. Clara was just finishing her inspection of the various zoo animals and exhibits they resided in. She worked as a zookeeper in a zoo filled with animals that all had an intelligent glimpse in their eyes. All of the animals had been captured around the city too, not one came from its natural habitat. She had just gone outside after she fed the last of the animals for the day, and was on her way to punch out. On her way out as she walked along the outside path, she saw a small child, as well as their father, staring right into one of the many glass exhibits.



"Excuse me you two." Clara said aloud as she walked up to the pair. "The zoo is closing, you two will have to take off." She tried to be polite about it. Truthfully, she couldn't force anyone to leave, but that's what security was for.



The child wore a short pink shirt and light blue jeans. "Is it really that late already?" the child asked. She looked up to Clara with wide eyes. She tugged at her father's shirt. "Dad?"



The father had a simple shirt and jeans on himself, but he didn't seem so eager to leave. He held a bottled water in one hand, and his daughter's hand in the other. "I was sort of hoping to see lions..." he said quietly, in a tone that sounded as if he were annoyed.



Clara grimaced as she heard the man. The daughter was cute and seemingly accepting the zoo closed, but not so much the man. Indeed, the two were in front of a lion exhibit, but no lions were there to be found. "We're expecting one to arrive soon." Clara slowly inched closer to the man. She placed one hand just above her walkie-talkie, just in case. "But she won't be here tonight, I'm afraid."



"A pity." The man said with a sigh. "I couldn't even find your wolves either."



"Dad." The daughter pulled at the man's arm. "She said they were closing, we should go."



Clara didn't want to force the man out, especially when the daughter seemed to get the idea they were closing, but the man still didn't seem to budge. "Do you need some assistance leaving, sir?" she asked. She didn't want to sound forceful about it, but the man didn't look so eager to take off.



"Just a damn minute." The man's body was calm, but his voice was loud. Only moments later, he quieted himself. "Such a bitch." He muttered underneath his breath. He took the daughter's hand, and walked out of the zoo with her.



Clara thought it best not to get involved with whatever issues the man was clearly having. She heard him say something underneath his breath, but it was hard to make out. At least, the words itself were hard to make out, but the very breath from the man when he said that seemingly fluttered right into one ear, and out the other. Clara's eyes widened, and she glanced around momentarily.



With the two gone, the zoo no longer had any guests. Clara was the last person in the zoo, and now it was time to lock up, but something felt so incredibly off to Clara. She walked to the front entrance, and her legs quivered with her steps. Her spine stretched and cracked as a short furry black tail grew out above her ass crack from her extended spine.



Clara walked into the building which served as the entrance. It was the building which also had a gift shop and small restaurant, both of which were closed. With every step Clara took, she continued to shake. Fur grew out from many pores in her skin slowly. By the time she got to the front glass doors, she was covered in short black fur. She locked the doors, but it was only after she locked the front doors that she felt something incredibly wrong. She looked down at the black fur that covered her body and stared. After a brief moment, she realized what was wrong. With the keys still in the door lock, Clara pulled down her pants, and took off her shirt. She was wearing clothes, that's what was wrong. She should not have been wearing such weird human things. She had fur to cover her, why would she ever need clothing?



Clara's kneecaps made a loud crack noise as they reversed their direction. She fell onto all fours, but to Clara, any feeling of panic she had subsided quickly, at least the panic from her changes. She wondered briefly why she was on two legs, and how that was even possible. Her fingers and toes began to merge together. Her thumb and big toe shrank into her arm and leg, and formed a dewclaw. The rest of her fingers and toes merged together and shrank down, but not completely. Paw pads formed on her hands and feet, while her fingernails and toenails shed from her body. New short claws were quick to grow in.



Even if Clara knew how to operate a door anymore, she couldn't with her paw pads. Thankfully, the doors into the zoo could be pushed open, so Clara pushed her way back into the zoo. Her torso crunched and reshaped itself. Virtually all of her vital organs stayed with her, just merely adapted to her new body. Her cunt and asshole, both of which were now fully exposed to anyone that looked behind her, also changed shape. Her ass cheeks shrank around her small asshole, while her vagina puffed up and took on a more triangular shape, just like that of a wolf's own. Clara didn't seem to react to these changes physically. Mentally, she had the thought of mating with a wolf and reproducing. She couldn't wait to find her pack again. She paused while she was walking along the path and raised her head. As she sniffed the air, her nose and mouth pushed out into a muzzle. While her muzzle was being formed, Clara could taste something in her mouth akin to small pebbles. She opened her mouth, and let her old teeth fall out of her, while sharper teeth took their place.



Just as Clara's nose blackened, she could pick up the scent of many animals around her. One particular scent in the air caught her attention though, and she made her way to where that scent was. Along the way, she passed by exhibits of other animals, and as she passed by those animals, she paused briefly. Her tail twitched, and she bared her sharpened canine fangs. She let out a low growl while her now triangular ears tilted downward. She wasn't sure what these other creatures were, just that they were not wolves, and therefore, not her friends. She couldn't attack many of these creatures though, just like many of the creatures couldn't get to her, even if they tried. There was something in the way between the pair. Sometimes Clara could see it, other times the thing that was in the way between them was transparent. In most cases, the creatures on the other side let her be, and Clara could walk away proudly.



Clara's pair of breasts slowly shrank back into her body. As it did, three more pairs of nipples formed underneath black fur that covered the rest of her body. The first pair, her original boobs, shrank until there was only nipples left. She could produce milk, but she wasn't concerned about such things. She passed by her reflection briefly, and it revealed not a human, but a wolf. A wolf with no signs of any humanity left in them, physically, or mentally. She also passed by various scenery and decorations along the way to the scent she smelled, but she paid little attention to whatever else was around. It all just looked unimportant anyways.



Clara eventually arrived to another thing, a wire fence, but it was through this fence that the scent she picked up was the strongest. She looked around briefly for a way in, but she was unable to find any. The fence stretched around, and even on top. When she looked closer in, she noticed wolves inside. She had to get in! She reached down with her canine paws, and dug downward. She dug and dug at the bottom of the fence, until she made a hole big enough for her to crawl under, and reunite with her fellow wolves.



One by one, the wolves appeared from the brush. A total of four of them, two males, and two females. Their zoo exhibit was very large, and there were plenty of places to hide with trees, and a large den placed in the center of their nearly half-mile exhibit. At first, the wolves were uncertain when they saw Clara, but as they approached and sniffed the air, they could tell that she was one of them, one of their pack members.



Clara would have smiled, but her face was simply incapable of doing so. Her short black nose wagged happily at the sight of the other wolves though. She was happy to be back with her pack, and more than eager to mate with the males. The old Clara was gone. All that remained was another wolf to the family. The zoo never seemed to question Clara's disappearance, just that someone failed to do their job properly last night, and another exhibit had been broken into.



Such was what the magic in the city did to people. It not only adjusted them physically, but also mentally, and erased every trace of their old selves ever having existed to begin with. Such a fate may sound sad, but when the one being changed forgets their entire past, and everyone else forgets about who that person was, it was hard to display emotions for anyone. Not all who transformed did so into feral animals. Others changed in new, and sometimes stranger ways.



During the time Clara was changing late at night, a bar a few miles away was open. The bar itself was a little run down. It was set up in a basement with the centerpiece of the bar being the bar drinks, stools, and counter itself in the shape of a square. Tables and restaurant chairs lined up the outside against the walls, while televisions were placed sporadically around, set to various channels. A male bartender worked the counter, cleaning a glass with a dish rag as he lazily stared at one of the many televisions. He wore an apron over a regular shirt, and looked fairly clean.



A woman was also working with the man. This woman had a white undershirt with a black sleeveless top over it, as well as blue jeans. She had long blonde hair, and was in her young 20s. She was a fresh face to the bar, and a bit of a workaholic. Even during days the bar wasn't very busy, she would clean, and she would pick up trash, and interact with customers regularly.



There was only one customer at the moment. A single man with a laptop. A clean shaven man, about his mid-20s. He had ordered a hamburger and fries over an hour ago and, while he had finished that meal when he got it, he stuck around with free drink refills, just typing away at his computer, writing away, and taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi the bar had to offer.



As the woman was cleaning off one of the many steel barstools with red padding on top, the male bartender leaned onto the counter near her. "Quiet night tonight. Think the boss will let us go home early if we ask?"



The woman looked up at the bartender with a casual shrug. She looked back down, and moved on to the next barstool. "Ask him if you want. I'd prefer to stick around for the money myself."



The bartender watched her work. He helped himself to a fountain drink, a regular soda, before he chuckled. "You really do work yourself too hard. You're like some sort of robot."



The woman continued to work while she heard the man. While she couldn't quite explain it, his words went one ear, and out the other swiftly. She heard what he said, she just couldn't recall what he said. She raised her head again, and opened her mouth to speak, but she then closed her mouth, and went back to work. She felt incredibly odd, and she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was about her that felt so strange. Her arms continued to move, and as they moved, they began to make whirring noises. The palm of her hand touched the top of the barstool seat with a rag, and the palm of her hand suddenly spun 720 degrees to wipe the seat clean, and quickly at that. The woman raised her hand, and stared at it briefly. She continued to think something was tremendously off.



The man chuckled as the woman continued to work. "Well, I guess it's only natural. I don't know what a robot needs money for though."



"I may not require food, but I must shut down every once in a while. I also require upgrades on occasion." The woman said with little hesitation. She continued to mentally think what felt so strange. She blinked her eyes, and her vision changed. She still saw everything, but it was in green. She looked down at the next barstool, and her eyes scanned the stool for dirt and germs. She reached down with her hand, and effectively cleaned the seat of any dirt and germs that her robotic eyes located. She was programmed to clean everything spotless of such things, and performed her job better than any human could. She required no breaks, no meals, she punched in, she did her work, and she could recharge in the office at night. She still thought something was so off though.



Then, it hit the woman exactly what was wrong. She was thinking. She had free will. She was a robot, robots didn't have free will. She opened her mouth with a mechanical whir, and her free thoughts fled from her mind. She was left blank, a mindless robot, and one that obeyed the bar owner first, then the coworkers, and then lastly...



"Hey!" the customer shouted from the booth. He closed down his laptop, and leaned back in his chair. "Robot 12, I require your assistance."



The woman, the woman who couldn't even remember her previous name, now went by Robot 12. Upon hearing the customer, she turned her head quickly towards his direction, and walked up to him. "Yes? How may I assist you? Do you require a refill?" the woman noticed his glass was empty. Her robotic eyes glanced at the glass, and small words appeared on her vision to inform her about what the drink was.



"Well, yes there is that." The man said casually. "I would also like some vaginal sex too."



Robot 12 casually nodded at such an offer. "Of course." She raised her hand over the glass, and various mechanical sounds could be heard coming from her wrist. She straightened her fingers, and her index finger popped open. Underneath her skin, a metal casing could be seen. She held the finger over the glass, and soda poured from her fingertip directly into the water. Robot 12 then casually lifted up her shirt to reveal a mechanism for taking dollar bills, and a swipe device for a credit card. "You will be charged $5 for the first minute, and $1 for every additional two minutes until you either instruct me to stop, or you have achieved orgasm." She explained casually. "Would you like any specific details?"



The man didn't hesitate. He whipped out his credit card, and swiped it on the woman's abdomen where the device was located. He whipped out his pants, and revealed his shaft. "You naked, me clothed. Casual. 75% reduced noise moaning. D cup chest."



Robot 12 took in those parameters with a nod. She was a robot, she understood key words, and used them for how to enhance pleasure. With the commands obtained, and the card swiped, Robot 12 undressed casually. Underneath her clothes what was once her flesh was revealed. Her skin looked the same, though it was rubber and felt like silicone. Her now bare breasts exposed constantly hard nipples, and a clean shaven vagina between her legs. She looked like a man's dream underneath that clothing. A combination of what looked like a sex doll, and a human. Upon having obtained the instructions for a larger chest, Robot 12 began to do what appeared to be breathing in. However, the intake of air was not followed by outtake. She continued pulling in air, and as she pulled in the air, her chest began to inflate. Those soft mounds of silicone pushed outwards and upwards while her nipples remained hard and perky.



With Robot 12's body set. She inched her way onto the seat, and pushed her vagina down on the man's cock, the man whom she didn't even know the name of, but he was a client who paid, and that's all that mattered. Her vagina felt like that of a sex doll's own. It felt a bit rubbery, but also warm. Robot 12 clenched and released her cunt in special places. She spoke not a word, she just continued pushing that cock inside of her. Her body itself didn't feel the pleasure from the cock, rather her robotic mind told her that she should look pleasured for him. Her SSD drive encased inside her head, as well as her CPU right below it, told her how to behave. Her eyes lowered, she opened her mouth, and she let out a quiet moan.



The man knew that Robot 12 was just that, a robot. Her job was to pleasure and please, and that's what she was doing now. With her back exposed, he slowly raised up her fingertips and brushed along her backside. He couldn't feel a spine, or lungs, just one solid being behind the fake skin. "Vibration on." He said happily. He opened up his laptop once more, and began his work while he humped her.



Robot 12 took the command. Her rubber vagina, the same vagina that felt like little more than a sex toy, began to vibrate as it squeezed the man's cock. She was programmed to be a barmaid, as well as an excellent sex toy. She could perform things that no normal human was capable of. She picked up on the pulsing of the cock inside of her, and squeezed in timing with that shaft. Condoms mattered not to her, she was a robot, and she was also able to clean herself afterwards. She continued to silently hump him while looking away. She let out quiet moans and looked pleasured, but in reality, it was all part of her programming. She didn't hate the sex, nor did she love it. She simply did it, as she was programmed to do.



The man reached around and felt those large breasts the woman grew. They felt like a combination of implants, as well as what real breasts might have felt like. He could still tell they were fake, but the pleasure his cock was getting, as well as a naked woman on his lap, even if it was only a robot, was still amazing. The balls hidden in his clothing twitched, and the pressure built. In only a matter of ten minutes after starting the fun, the man orgasmed. He pulsed and pumped his seed deep into the sex bot. Sure, it might have cost a decent amount of money, but it was worth every penny. With his orgasm finished, he let go and leaned back. "End sex." He said quietly, with a tired smile on his face. It was a quick, yet satisfying, orgasm.



Moments after the man finished his orgasm, the woman's vibration slowed to a stop. She slowly pulled up and off of him, and then shifted herself away from the seat he was in. Robot 12 dressed herself back up casually, and proceeded to go about the rest of her shift as if nothing had happened. Whirring and gentle spray noises could be heard down between her legs as her body cleaned off the seed that the man had given her. She wasn't a normal barmaid. She was Robot 12. Her directive was to clean, and of course provide sex with the customers when needed. She recharged in the back, and when she wasn't recharging, she was casually working the day away, making money for both the owner, and to give her upgrades. She heard rumor there was a sentience upgrade, but she never bought any of the upgrades to begin with, it was up to the owner of the bar what upgrades she got. It wasn't her place to question what her owner wanted, nor was she even capable of asking, let alone think about it.



The magic throughout the town caused many strange things. Feral animals, robots, inanimate objects, there were few limits to what the magic could do. If the person could be compared to something else, they would very well become something else. There are those that are aware of the magical affects that have learned to abuse them to the fullest. While they are mentally adjusted from time to time as well, they knew they were responsible for many incidents that took place in the city.



As it was still late, it was past closing time for a large office complex. With the exception of the janitors, most of the employees had left by now, all except two. One was a man, the head of the office. He spent all day in his room doing various projects. Another was a woman, one working late to finish her paperwork. The two were virtual opposites. While the man was lazy, the woman was hardworking and intelligent.



The office itself was largely a variety of cubicles arranged around one floor, and to the sides of those cubicles was a combination of meeting rooms, a break room, elevators and stairs, as well as the boss's room behind two closed brown doors, surrounded by white walls.



The boss, the head of the office, stepped in front of the cubicle. He had a bit of fat in his gut, but was otherwise fairly fit. He had a slight beard, but no mustache, and short black hair. The man's brown eyes looked into the cubicle where the woman was working hard. "You're at 50 hours this week you know." He stated, plainly and coldly.



The woman was a good looking woman in her 30s. She had an hourglass shape to her body, C cup breasts, and a fairly large rear, as well as long blonde hair and blue eyes. She worked hard to keep up her figure, almost as much as she worked at her job. "I know." She replied, just as plain. She didn't even bother to look up at him when she spoke, she merely continued to work. 



"You shouldn't work yourself so hard." The man stated. "While I do appreciate the hard work you do, there's plenty of other things in life you could be doing."



"I know." The woman said again. She knew the boss was concerned about her. This wasn't the first time he had come up to her and spoken to her about working. "I'll be done here soon."



The man raised his hand up to the side of the cubicle. "You'll be done now. You're working on that computer so much that it's going to shut down from overheating." He spoke a specific detail when it came to describing her computer. The computers in the office were about as good as most other office computers, they had basic software and equipment, and little else. Overheating was almost never a problem as the software used was never that intense on the hardware. When the man mentioned it however, the woman's computer shut down with quick beeping. 'Beep-beep. Beep. Beep.' A beep code that indicated the CPU overheated.



The woman pushed back with wide eyes when she saw her computer overheat. She stood up, and turned to the man. "But how?" she wasn't too worried since it wasn't her computer, but she was curious how he knew it was going to overheat, at least she assumed he knew. It was incredibly bizarre.



"How what? Don't question it. It's a computer, these things happen." The man said casually. "You can try to turn it back on, but since you're as smart as a cavewoman, I doubt you'll be able to figure out where the power button even is."



The woman wanted to speak up against the man. She wasn't as dumb as a cavewoman, and she knew it. At least, she thought she wasn't. She scratched her head with a single finger for a moment, as she was lost in the details of her very thoughts. She turned back to the computer, and she blinked rapidly. Now, she was unsure what she was even looking at. She saw the monitor show off her own reflection, and for a brief moment it scared her, but she recovered when nothing occurred. "Me not dumb." She spoke with confidence. She worked at this job for ages. She was good at math, social skills, everything that this job required.



"Then what is two plus two?" The man asked, a simple addition question.



Such a simple problem took the woman a long time to calculate. She held up her index finger, and then she stared down at it. That lone individual finger. What is this? She asked herself. Two was a number, wasn't it? To 'plus' something was to add it together as well. While she could tell what a number was, she had no idea what a number meant. "Two plus two is two-two." She said with a firm nod. That must have been the answer. Two, and then an additional two equaled two-two.



The man chuckled at the woman. "I swear, you're so stupid that your name is Mud." He crossed his arms with a smirk. "Now, how long are you going to sit there?"



The woman blinked at the man with a raised brow. Of course her name was Mud, why wouldn't it be? She wondered why the man spoke so strangely to her. "What you mean?" she tilted her head. Mud thought she was working, wasn't she? Although she was uncertain about what her job was.



"Your job. It's to be fucked. You are nothing more than a stupid cavewoman after all." The man was very precise with his words. "You're almost as hairy as a monkey, uglier than an ogre's ass, and more devolved than the human brains were in Galapagos."



What the man said was a lot for Mud to take in. She didn't even know about the Galapagos story, one about how humans devolved due to lack of brain usage, but the magic surrounding her knew what it was about. She scratched her head with confusion with her slowly strengthening arm, that same arm that slowly grew black hairs. She hunched over, and supported herself with those two arms as they grew longer. Her arms weren't amazingly long, but they grew long enough for her to bend her legs and support herself with both hands and feet on the ground. "Fucked?" she simply asked. She had heard the word many times before, but she had no idea what the word even meant.



"My penis, your vagina." The man tried to keep it simple for her. "Your hairy cunt. The thing between your legs."



Mud put a hairy muscular finger to her bottom lip. "Ooooh." She finally understood what he meant. She couldn't think of the proper word for it, but she knew the action of it. She casually scratched her ass, the same ass that was toning and darkening slightly. Mud was beginning to feel hot. With a grunt, she pulled off her shirt and bra. Her torso was as hairy as a man's. She had pitch black hair between her C cup breasts that ran all the way down to her crotch. Mud's back was hairy and hunched, and she looked toned. Her skin was a sickly shade of brown, and her teeth rapidly became crooked. A hint of more brow appeared above her nose and gave her a unibrow. Her chin and face pushed forward, and her hair became ragged and an utter mess.



The man was all too happy to see this once beautiful woman become nothing more than a dumb cavewoman. "Good girl. Now take off those pants, and get down on all fours."



The cavewoman wasn't sure what 'pants' were, but she took off the clothes she had that covered her legs. Once removed, she showed off her very hairy legs, and even toes which had hair on it. Her vagina was covered with pubic hair, hair that even went back to her asshole. Like the rest of her body, her legs were also toned, and had a sickly color to them. The once pretty woman was now nothing more than a devolved cavewoman. Her hair a mess, her face ugly and brutish, and the rest of her body hairy, muscular, but still with breasts and enough curves to be identifiable as a woman. She bent down onto her knees, spread her ass, and with a 'pfffrrtt' exposed her ass and cunt to the man.



The man happily took Mud with his cock. His words of choice to change her might not have been the best, but it worked out for him. He had another toy to play with, just because he was well aware of the magic that floated throughout the city.



Eventually, those that knew about the magic throughout the city experienced karma when they knew about the magic. Such things turned into a quick bout of wit, the one who knew the best way to transform the person to eliminate their ability to speak, or think, usually won. While there are hundreds of stories that take place in the city on a regular basis, not all can be shown, at least, not all in one night...

