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Turned Into An Animal Meme

The Animal Nature Meme

In this meme, someone has been involved in some kind of an animal transformation, either completely or partially. This can range from a character being forced to wear plush ears and a tail to a twisted science experiment to lycanthropy or any other option in between, temporary or permanent, played for crack or for drama.

The transformed character might have been forced into it, did it voluntarily, or were brainwashed into enjoying every minute of it. The "animal" nature might affect them at different levels as well, where one person might be completely unchanged mentally, a human stuck in the wrong shape, while another completely loses themselves in whatever they've become, being entirely taken over by base animal instincts.

Is this a prank? A dare? Did someone lose a bet? Did you get on the wrong side of a mad scientist? Is the other person a friend? Your new owner? Your worst enemy gloating over your plight? Pick an option or make up your own, and let the fur fly.

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... I don't know, would you have?

[So concerned at the moment. She'd been bitten by a wereliar liar pants on fire.]

He didn't tell you what he was? He just bit you and told you to hope for the best?

[Was that a growl? That might have been a growl.]

[ she just gives him a slow shrug at that question, although that growl, which she definitely heard, makes her ears perk a bit, and she blinks her eyes back open to look at him again ]

No, he didn't do that. He told me that different people can be different things, depending on what you're like. Personality wise. What kind of loyalties you have and- stuff. I don't know. I never questioned it. I was fourteen.

[ she tilts her head, maybe sort of rubbing her ear on the headrest of the chair without even thinking much about it. it feels nice. all the self-pets. ]

I don't regret it. And neither should you.

You were fourteen? Jesus.

[Yeah, that was definitely a growl, tail thumping beside him.]

That is not how it works, Rachel. God. Have you even talked to any other weres? Do you... ah... know of any? Here? Maybe... in school?

[Testing the waters. Testing...]

Just you.

[ nobody else was walking around with a tail and ears... ]

Oh my god.

[Clearly he was going to have to talk to Scott about her.]

Look, I have, ah... friends. I need to talk to them first, but, yeah, I think they'll be talking to you soon afterward. You really... wow. Like... what do your parents think?

-- What, was I supposed ask them permission? For their blessing?

[ she's genuinely thrown by that ]

They're not really around, so it wasn't that hard to keep it a secret.

[ anyway. she sits up again, turning in her seat to face him properly, hands on her shin once her knee bends and pulls up to rest on the seat. and then she notices his tail doing that- aggressive thing and- ]

Hey, I'm not the one that needs help here. You don't have to bother your friends. It's fine. It's been- what, three years? Four, almost? I came here to help you, not the other way around.

[THUMP THUMP, RACHEL. And it was floofier, puffed out by his irritation.]

You don't need to ask permi-- wait. I don't know if you do. I'm not really sure how cross were-groups really work. But still, you should at least know about the other weres around. And how this stuff actually works if you've got some kiddy freak running around biting people without filling them in.

[At least Derek had mostly told his little progeny the facts. This? Not so much.]

It's not the time, Rachel. It's... this whole situation sounds like some kind of shady deal.

I meant my parents. I'm a werecat. Cats don't have- groups, or packs. He filled me in about what I needed to know, not anybody else's business.

[ she's not really following him at first, and it's written all over her face, and she's stuck between feeling defensive and excited. it's a weird combo ]

Wait, you know more weres? People like us?

[ she looks back to the school like they'll just suddenly appear ]

Do they go to school with us?

[Face, meet palm. He rubs his hands over his head, pausing when he remembers he has ears now. Goddammit.]

What, you thought you were the only one? This guy was a real prize, Rach. What, he just bit you and left? Where is he now?

[So Stiles could go introduce him to Javier, his baseball bat.]

[ Rach gets a browquirk, and so does the roughing up of his own ears. wow, he really is new to all this. so at first she just shakes her head, wills her voice not to sound too amused ]

I didn't think I went to school with any other weres, no. It's not like I can sense these things. He left town about a year ago, as far as I know. He was around for a long time, after I turned. He showed me how to hide my features, if I wanted to. And whatever.

But.

Hey.

[ now she'll outright point at his tail, gesturing to it ]

Protectiveness. Is that a new thing, or a fox thing? Because you're really bad at hiding it. I mean I'm flattered, but. Your pokerface needs work.

[He looked down at his tail, lips thinning as he reached for it and held it, trying to smooth it before tucking it under his butt. Goddamn tail.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Ahem.]

That's not how weres work, Rachel. There's a... a sort of way they live to make sure they don't get caught. Or bring hunters on them. You know about the hunters?

I've heard that some weres are hunted, sure, but that's-

[ practically a myth. or... not? ]

Your friends are werewolves?

... I never said that.

You didn't have to.

[ which is why she's maybe, kind of, ~~pawing~~ feeling around for the door handle ]

Was that the bell? I think that was the bell. I heard the bell.

[He reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the door.]

Rachel, don't. It's not like that. I don't know what this... person told you, but they're not... just, don't. Okay?

Nnh!

[ she has to really focus on not clawing him as soon as he grabs her hand, a hard breath forcing its way out of her nose as the end of her tail flicks around by her feet ]

Do you know which weres get hunted Stiles? The only weres that get hunted? Werewolves. And the ones who are associated with them. I won't- I can't-

First off, that's not true. Whoever told you that is, again lying, which is making me judge the validity of this whole pervy biting guy all over again. Secondly, you have no idea how prejudiced some hunters are against werewolves. Like, in general. Are you actually going to sit there and tell me that you're going to take someone's word on how someone else is without meeting any yourself? Have you been randomly attacked in school? Out of it?

No. So how about you give me the benefit of the freaking doubt here, okay?

[What was that? That was annoyance and a little bit of offendedness on his part.]

It is true.

[ her ears flatten out a bit at first, not liking the whole being scolded thing, but then she huffs, trying to slip her hand away from his ]

It doesn't matter if they're nice people. It's not them I'm afraid of, it's the prejudice against them. It's the fact that people cut them in half.

[ ever try to pick up a cat that didn't want to be picked up? ever hold on tight anyway? thumpa-thumpa, thumpa-thumpa, thumpa-thumpathumpathumpa. there's no controlling her heartbeat right now ]

-- Please just let me get out of the car for a second.

[Stiles' ears are turned back as he stares over at Rachel.]

Yeah, you know who does that? Crazy freaking hunters that set kids on fire. So, you know, if you want to take that sort of stand on werewolves, fine. Go ahead. Be my guest. I wouldn't have figured that a were would be prejudiced against other weres, but whatever. You go do your cat thing.

[He let go of her, turning to put his hands on the steering wheel while he glared out the windshield, waiting for her to leave.]

I'm n- I'm not. Stiles.

[ uhh confused confused confused. she tries to calm down her voice at least, even if she's still nervous just talking about this. like being in the car with someone who's friends with werwolves will only land her in trouble. ]

I was told that people hunt down werewolves without question, without remorse. And that hunters will hurt the people around them too, if they get in their way. It- You just said it. People light them on fire. How am I supposed to just ignore that? Maybe if I'd been friends with one all along, but, I haven't been. I can't risk that. I shouldn't risk that. I always thought it would be safer to just stay away.

No, certain crazy assholes hunt down werewolves without question. There's a code that most of them go by. The ones that just hunt down werewolves and chop them in half for kicks would do the same to a werecat all the same. You're different, Rachel. That puts you on their threat list. The only risk is being on that list and not having anyone to help you when they find you.

[So there.]

When they find me? I've been doing okay on my own for a while now.

[ but she sounds oddly sad now, more than anything else. she doesn't like thinking of people being hunted. but then, up until about ten minutes ago she thought there weren't any werewolves around here, let alone her classmates ]

I'm not a threat to anybody.

Neither are most of the werewolves, Rachel. They've managed to do just fine under your nose without you thinking anything was off. What makes you think they deserve to be hunted down?

[Defensive? Him? Considering one of them was his best friend, yeah, maybe just a bit.]

I didn't say that.

[ things Rachel will also not say: that actually would explain a few of the murders that happen in this town ]

I'll meet your friends, if you really want me too. I just don't see the point when I've already got you now.

You don't have me because I'm not a were anything. This? This is a side effect. This will go away. You need actual weres to talk to.

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