Linda’s house was part of a small cul-de-sac, which was surrounded on the north, east and west by cornfields for dozens of miles. The south had originally had a decent amount of houses, and there was a road that led to town, but it had been replaced by an absurd amount of gigantic tropical plants.
As for farms with livestock, once the mana-contamination spread through them, the cows, horses, chickens and other animals immediately became uncontrollable. At first it seemed like a massive outbreak of rabies, because they would mindlessly slaughter each other and even kill their owners if they were given the opportunity.
However, the ones who survived the longest, started to mutate and change rather dramatically. Occasionally, the beasts would be eaten by humans and cause those people to start transforming in various ways.
Michael was still sitting in bed, since he couldn’t exactly walk around with the fragile state of his leg bones and no suitable casts available. He complimented “This sauce is really delicious, hehe~. I honestly thought that spaghetti and chicken-livers was something that I invented… Well, normally, I’d put a ton of red-pepper on everything, but this is still great. Anyway, so you were saying something about mutations?”
Linda sighed, muttering “Yeah, we didn’t wanna eat them sick animals and weird plants… but everybody was starvin ta death. Betsy ma goat, she didn’t seem infected when I was drinkin her milk… Daddy changed after havin some bacon… Mama was a vegan, but she still… Well, regardless of what we all ‘look’ like now, we were still the lucky ones.”
He snickered, asking “I keep hearing gunshots in the distance… Is that your people or enemies?” There were some quiet popping noises, along with loud bangs and even what seemed like grenades exploding at times.
Her floppy goat-ears suddenly perked up as she walked over to the open window and looked outside, explaining “It’s probly jus John, Ralfy en Cathy out huntin fer food…” Beyond her yard was a seemingly endless field of seven to ten foot tall cornstalks. She murmured “Please God, dun let anythin bad happen ta them…” while clutching the silver cross pendant around her necklace.
When she turned around, she noticed that Michael was grunting and furiously devouring the noodles on his plate. Tomato sauce was covering his nose, mouth and cheeks, while his bright-blue, vulpine eyes glared up at the startled woman.
Linda nervously made her way around the edge of the room, avoiding the bed as much as possible. Once she reached the door, she swiftly ran out and slammed it shut, locking it from the outside.
It obviously wasn’t her first time seeing those terrifying eyes, but when he was ‘unconscious’, that ‘beast’ was sedated and subdued. Hearing the loud banging noise, a six-foot tall, bald-headed man with a pig-like snout and enormous potbelly came rushing over.
“Was wrong?!” He was wearing a white tank-top that didn’t covered the bottom of his stomach or flabby breasts, suspenders and baggy jeans. There was also a double-barreled shotgun in his hands, as he snorted and shouted “Dagnabbit Linda! Did dat bastard hurt ya again?! I toll-ja we should uh jus throwed-em out weeks ago!”
She refuted “It ain’t his fault! Sides, he finally woke up! He’ll be fine once he’s done eatin!” while crying and shaking her head. If she didn’t block his way, her father really would have entered the room and ‘attempted’ to kill the seemingly ‘feral’ man.
After calming down a bit, he advised “Fine, but dun go in der unarmed next time… Remember what happen when Jojo got sick? I know he’s yer ol friend, but if ya haff ta, den put em down an get it over with for anybody else gets hurt.”
The little goat-girl stared into the pigman’s bright-green eyes and nodded her head reluctantly. Then she went down the hall, up a staircase, into her bedroom and came back out with a loaded forty-four caliber magnum revolver, which was in a holster around her waist.
Her father, Andrew Day, had already left the house by the time she returned to the guest room door. She took a deep breath, then unlocked it, before turning the bronze-colored knob and cautiously entering inside.
Michael’s irises were still bright-blue and his pupils were vertical slits, but he had long since finished eating. He stared at Linda for a few seconds, before growling “Need… food, not enough… Still hungry…”
She asked “Umm, Mike, do ya still recognize me? Why’re ya talkin like that now?”
However, after yawning loudly, the bearded man’s eyes went back to their normal dark-brown. Then he looked down at the white ceramic plate in his hands and wondered “Hmmm, what the hell just happened?” All of the sauce had been completely licked up, but his hands and face were covered with noodle-bits and tiny tomato chunks.
A high-pitched, feminine voice was talking in his mind, “Fox-Bitch was just use-in your body Mike… Ya know, Inari? I ain’t seen any of the other cunts the whole time though.”
He stared over at the window and Linda did the same, because a pitch-black crow had seemed to materialized out of thin air. It’s purple eyes glared at the two of them for a few moments, before it asked “Dafuck you lookin at?”
“Sarah… have you been protecting this place the whole time I was unconscious?” Michael smiled at the mysterious bird and she casually fluttered over to his outstretched right arm.
The chubby goat-girl stammered “W-what is that thing?” She quickly removed the large revolver from her holster and pulled back the hammer with both thumbs, while aiming the muzzle towards that terrifying ‘monster’.
“Linday, calm down~… besides, it ain’t like that gun can actually kill this bitch, heh-heh~.” He used his left hand to strangle the strange creature, but it disappeared in a puff of smoke and re-materialized on his left shoulder, angrily pecking at his face.
When she watched that ‘beast’ tearing off Michael’s flesh without much effort, she hesitantly lowered her weapon. Linda asked “Uh, don’t that hurt? Yer gettin blood all over the bed!”
He complained “Okay, seriously, cut that shit out!” and the irritated raven ceased its furious rampage. Then he interrogated “You’ve been out for a whole month… Does that mean ya finally figured out how to actually use that weird birdy-body?”
The wounds on his cheek were rapidly healing, as Sarah proudly declared “Of course I did! Do ya think I’m a motherfucking dumbass like you?! Watch this!” After flapping her wings a few times, she was hovering a meter or so in front of him.
Michael casually handed the empty ceramic plate over to Linda, as the bird exploded into a black mist. That fog swirled around slowly for a few seconds, but eventually coagulated into a four and a half foot tall, obsidian-skinned elven girl.
Those glowing blue nipples stood out pretty significantly, on her nearly nonexistent breasts. A long, worm-like tail whipped around behind her back, when she slowly landed her buttocks directly onto his lap.
Her sclerae were dark-purple, while her irises were bright-blue, making her seem extremely inhuman. Of course, the size of her eyes was also a major factor, since they were unreasonably large. That long and straight silver hair was mostly draped behind her shoulders, but there were two fairly long and pointed elven ears, protruding from the sides of her head.
Sarah smirked, grabbing the right side of his face with her tiny left hand and then lunging forward, grinding her groin against his erection and biting down onto his neck. Michael instinctively hugged her tightly against his chest, turning to the shocked and confused goat-girl. “Umm~, so yeah, this is my girlfriend… It isn’t bestiality, because she isn’t actually a bird, heh-heh… heh.”
Linda started at him dumbfounded for twenty seconds, before asking “That’s what yer worried bout?! There’s a lil baby vamper succubus demon chuggin ya like a freakin juice-box! Don’t that even hurt?!”
He snickered, explaining “Nah~, I pretty much have an unlimited supply of blood… Now that I think about it though, I’m kinda surprised that I haven’t been able to heal properly, even though it’s been like a month.”
The little vampiric elf stopped drinking from his neck and admitted “Oh, that’s cause I’ve been ‘draining’ your ‘lifeforce’ every night, heh-heh~… What, it ain’t like you’ve never fucked me when I was sleeping! Besides, this body can’t generate mana on its own and compared to the air, your cum is way more potent. That’s probably why those damn shit-heads are always tryin ta eat ya…”