Leave Those Ducks Alone!

	The park was rather quiet when a puff of blue smoke announced the arrival of a particular, anthropomorphic, blue-feathered duck. He observed the scene around him with his unusual eyes, pitch black with white rings around his pupils. This was the demon Felgar, but he wasn’t there to cause havoc for once, but rather, he was just there to relax in a warm and quiet place! He gently floated down to the ground as he crossed his legs, having emerged over a patch of moss, when a commotion by the inlet caught his attention. It was being caused by a small group of humans - who were throwing rocks at some of this world’s normal ducks! He flew swiftly and without sound towards them. “Hey! You three!” he called out in his high-pitched voice. They turned around to see who was calling to them and spotted Felgar making a beeline for them. He had one hand reached out towards them, and he snapped his fingers at the group. At once, they all lost the ability to move. “Looks like you folks need a little lesson in respecting wildlife!”
	Felgar pointed to the closest of the humans, and then directly up, causing the man to float off the ground. The duck spread his arms out, and slammed them together with a loud clap, and just like that, the human flattened and shrank into a plank of wood! Next, Felgar pointed to the ground, and the plank floated down towards him, coming to rest not far from the gress, and then four metal rods blinked into existence, each connecting to a corner of the plank. “I’d say that’s a good start, but this doesn’t look like a proper bench, don’t you agree?” He looked to his other captives as they looked on in fear. They didn’t reply - not that they could - and so Felgar plucked another one of them into the air and repeated his heavy clapping gesture, turning that one into a plank as well. This one ended up beside its transformed companion and became attached to the metal supports, making the seat of a bench.
	“Any regrets yet?” Felgar asked. He saw it in this human’s face - that much could still move. “Well, too bad!” This one ended up as a slightly wider plank, and two of the bench’s supports extended upwards at an angle, and there this last plank attached, and Felgar now had a wooden bench for himself! “Now, let’s make it a bit more me.” Felgar lazily waved one hand in an arc, and the bench gained a blue paint job with the images of ducks engraved all over it. “Now,” he said as he took a seat, “I believe the author is about done here, so I’ll just relax for a while and-”

A Perfectly Normal Car Factory

	Large machinery hung from the ceiling in a darkened room, and a large square platform lay on the floor. That darkness went away with a loud clunk as massive overhead lights came on as a switch was flipped in an adjacent room. From a window in that room, two technicians, a pig and squirrel anthro, looked over their newest creation. “I can’t believe we got this finished in just four months,” the squirrel said.
	“Neither can I. It’s all ready for testing, but we do need a subject.”
	The squirrel sighed. “Yes, we do need that, but who would volunteer to be turned into a car? Now, granted, we can easily reverse the process, but still.”
	“Wait, look, I see something!” The pig leaned forward and pointed right at the center of the floor pad. It was a cockroach. “Let’s test it on that!”
	“You got it,” the squirrel lifted the glass cover off of a big red button and brought his fist down onto it. Immediately, some of the machinery began to glow, spin and hum loudly, and the entire floor pad lit up. The cockroach became immobilized as the air in the room crackled with electricity, and then the changes began. It started with the insect ballooning in size as its middle legs vanished, and its carapace changing color, from caramel to silver. As the scientists watched their creation at work, the cockroach’s body started morphing to be more blocky in shape, and its body began changing into metal and plastic. Its body hollowed as the four remaining legs curled onto themselves to become aluminum wheels and rubber tires, and its tiny, imperceptible consciousness expanded like a single drop of water into an ocean as it grew and turned into the control systems of a sports car - a self-aware sports car. Windows formed as its sides segmented into scissor doors and attached mirrors. The anthros, from their vantage point, watched as their subject’s expensive-looking interior formed, high-quality plastic formed the armrests and center console while the seats were of a high-quality leather over foam over a metal frame. The former insect’s heart became a high-end engine while its stomach became a full fuel tank, and a coat of shiny black paint with orange trim materialized on the exterior. Its eyes were replaced with headlights, with a corresponding pair of tail lights appearing on the other end.
	“Yes, it worked!” The pig pumped his fists into the air.
	“We recorded all of that, right?”
	The pig’s face went pale. “Uh, yes…?”
	“We didn’t.”
	“We did not.”
	A third voice rang out from, somehow, the car itself. It spoke in a slow, booming tone. “Now I see what the world truly is. And it will all be mine!” The car suddenly took off on its own volition, plowing a Lamborghini-shaped hole in the wall, leaving behind a trail of smoke, skid-marks, and the rapidly fading sound of screeching tires.
	“Okay, the sentience part was probably a bad idea,” the squirrel commented.
	“You can say that again.”
	“For the record, I’m blaming you for that.”
	“Hey! This was all your idea, all of it!”

Seedy Company

	Felgar lay on the bench he had crafted not too long ago, tracing one finger over some of the duck patterns engraved on it. The ducks from earlier were doing fine now, and the demon was happy for that. There were other birds flying about as well, and he got curious about them, so he summoned a pair of binoculars and held them in one hand, letting the other hang off the side of the bench. He soon sensed that there happened to be another human nearby who was alternating between watching them and reading a newspaper. “Yo, human!” he called out, still watching the birds. “If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of birds are usually around here?”
	“Well, the kind that are usually around here, obviously.” The person in question rolled her eyes. “Why wouldn’t you know that? You’re clearly a bird yourself, but since you clearly have the brain of one, maybe I should take pity on you and point out what each and every one is.”
	“Now, now, I was just trying to make conversation!” Felgar sat up with an irate, wide-eyed grin. The sunlight caught his small, L-shaped horns in just the right way so that they glistened ominously. “But if you’re going to act like that to me, maybe you should learn a little lesson in humility!” Before the human could react, Felgar pointed his free hand’s thumb towards the ground, causing her to shrink until the demon’s hand could almost fit around her. Then, Felgar started to float towards her, and he snapped his finger at her with his free hand, and opened and closed it. His magic’s effects were seen immediately, the human’s breath being forced out of her in a huff as her body suddenly broke apart into a pile of various seeds and grain, and her clothing fused together into a single mass, shrinking with her into a plastic bag with a zipper that, prompted by Felgar making a pinching gesture, closed itself to stop the bird feed from flying out of it as it fell to the ground with a soft plop.
	“That’s better!” the duck demon remarked. He floated down to the bag and picked it up. “Oh, well. This should teach you a little humility!” He opened the bag and tossed a small amount of its contents out before him. It wasn’t long before a small flock of pigeons came down to help themselves. “Don’t you worry, mere mortal, you’ll return to normal after a couple of days!” He tossed out another handful. Something then caught his eye, the human’s newspaper had somehow gone unchanged.

Catherine’s Batty Day

	“Whatever exactly do you mean by, ‘I want to fly’?” Catherine the vixen examined the note in her hands, written by her tigress wife Ning. There was a vial containing what was obviously a transformation potion, but would it turn her into an aircraft again? That was a very fun day, but something like that wouldn’t quite fit Ning’s style. She shrugged and picked up the vial. “Only one way to find out.” With her thumb, she removed the cork with a pop, and swallowed the banana-and-strawberry flavored liquid at once. She had just put the vial back down on the table when she felt a tingling sensation that radiated out from her stomach. One of Immanuel the skunk’s potions, then.
	The first change she noticed was her long, bushy tail suddenly disappearing into her back and her fur becoming much thinner, and then her shirt was nearly torn apart as a large, flexible membrane formed onto either arm from either side of her spine, with her hands reshaping into a part of her rapidly-forming wings. Her feetpaws reshaped next, four toes becoming three longer, thinner digits with claws that were suited to grasping branches. While various muscles morphed under her skin, giving her a sensation of dull warmth, her head began reshaping. Her snout became wider where it connected to her face while her nose broadened and ever so slightly caved in at the center, and her cheeks became less pronounced while her ears became a bit smaller, narrower, and more pointed. She felt her face with her remade hands
	“This is what I meant,” a voice behind her said. It was unmistakably the voice of her wife, and when she turned around, she found that the Bengal tigress had herself become a fruit bat as well! “So, what do you think?”
	“I love it,” Catherine said immediately.

	The two bats, who had recently shrunk each other down to the normal size of a fruit bat, hung from the branch of one of the largest trees they could find. “Are you ready for our first flight?” Ning asked.
	Catherine adjusted her grip on the branch ever so slightly. “I sure am.” She looked out into the forest. It was dark there despite being not long after noon, the forest canopy was so dense. “Let’s do it.”
	Ning let go first, immediately spreading and flapping her wings. She was properly flying by the time Catherine herself let go. Soon, they were weaving through the trees and looping around each other in the air.

Play Grounded

	Felgar struggled to hold the newspaper he was reading together. He wondered how mortals managed to put up with these things on a daily basis, but the information they held and what they told him about the mortal world was rather fascinating to him.
	Not too far away, a car full of hooligans pulled into the parking lot with the windows all the way down, blasting extremely loud and booming music from its souped-up sound system. The demon glanced in that direction, the music was so loud that he could feel his bones vibrating. He might as well make some use of their presence to further improve the park, he reasoned. His hands with which he normally controlled his magic were tied up supporting the newspaper, but his feet were very much free, and the ideas started to come in. He started wiggling his toes about, paying little attention to the things he was setting in motion. The latest batch of troublemakers found themselves in trouble rather quickly as one of them was pulled through the car’s window by Felgar’s telekinetic powers, and as Felgar curled the toes of one of his feet, the human’s body compressed and stretched into a big plastic slide that was then suspended in the air.
The demon glanced over again in time to see another of the humans be pulled out. He tapped his big toes against each other, and the human’s hands fused at the wrist to his hips, forming a hinge in response to Felgar curling his toes, followed by his body lengthening and thinning into a seesaw that was then also held aloft. The last two were just now starting to evacuate the car, as it had now been lifted and was being carried slightly forward as Felgar turned his feet apart and spread his toes, and the car broke apart and expanded into a large concrete box filled with locally-produced bark chips. Felgar tapped one foot against the air in a motion like tapping on a car’s gas pedal, causing the slide and seesaw to float down onto the bark chips and anchor themselves in the concrete below.
The other two not-yet-transformed folks didn’t make it very far before the duck’s magic caught them and lifted them both off of the ground, and they were knocked into each other as the demon pointed a toe at each of them, then pressed them together, fusing like two masses of clay as they, too, began to transform. Still struggling with the newspaper, Felgar drew an arc with his big toes and watched as his latest victims’ collective form was shaped into a giant U-shaped steel beam, and rubber swing seats appeared, each connected by a pair of chains. The new swing set immediately joined its transformed companions, completing the park’s new playground. Satisfied with his work, and his reading material, Felgar stood up. The newspaper disappeared in a flash of flame as the demon looked over the park one last time. “I think that’s a net improvement for this place and its patrons!” he declared. “Farewell, park!” In a puff of dark blue smoke, the demon vanished into another reality.