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Stings sent me to the ER: A young man comes to the local emergency room with his girlfriend. He's embarrassed. Once he, the doctor, nurse, and girlfriend are in a private booth (isolation can also be explained by it being a slow night or something), he drops trou and reveals that he got stung on an...inconvenient part of the anatomy a few days ago, while he and his GF were on a "picnic" near that genetic research facility/industrial runoff/insert pseudoscientific explanation here. He was peeing, he swears. (Nurse glances at girlfriend, girlfriend refuses to meet his/her eye.)

Said anatomy portion has been growing more and more swollen and tender since the picnic, and they finally decided to go to the doctor. While the doctor is examining it - with gloves on - the predictable happens, a stinger pops out, black and gold bands appear, transformation ensues. I'll leave the "stinger" puns to the writer, as well as determining whether or not he's contagious (instead of just, of course, amorous) and if so, some kind of contrivance to prevent the other people's escape.

I tried to write it as both a lighthearted story (along the lines of "Toni Gets Latexed" or "Bethany Feels 'Horse'"), with an alternate version from a slightly different viewpoint that was Lovecrafitan-tone horror. Too much work.

BONUS ROUND: Herm TF, solely to use the "honeypot" double entendre.

CMYK: An Ink-themed set of transformation triggers, wielded by some merry, clown-themed trickster. Wether injected, sprayed, or hosed down, each has different effects. For example, Magenta makes boobs bigger - even if the subject didn't actually have any. Blue is more reliable than those pills they sell in spam emails, if you get my drift. Yellow I'm not sure about, but I had some vague thoughts about pregnancy - with eggs - or just randomly masculinizing or feminizing (or both) effects.

Black is latex because COME ON. It's me, what else would it be?

I considered doing it with the original and all combinations, but that would be, oh, 16 combinations for just single and two doses, plus I'd have to draw versions for both men and women, assuming no one double-doses. All four would be 28, and 29 in total. Plus the baseline, and that's 60 pictures I'd have to draw.

Can you guess why I'm giving the idea away?

ACS: HOT COFFEE: Someone running from MIBs, with the magical bunny egg mentioned in the first ACS story, crashes into a coffee shop. The egg, since it didn't wear its seatbelt, flies out of the car and begins to change the people in the shop into more bunnies. They don't necessarily retain their former gender (or even a single gender, cough), but ironically, while the thief is within range of its intoxicating effect, none of the bunnies want to attend to her, to her mounting frustration. Intercut with excerpts from the Containment-Recovery report, which mentions that they found evidence she was working for some kind of Occupy/Anonymous-like group, much like Vigilance in Person of Interest.

(Yeah, it's kinda similar to Crush Hour, except I had this idea literally years before, and just never wrote it.)

Universal Adapter (Or Von Neumann's Sky*): Random space explorer's suit is breached on a hostile planet, they activate the experimental nanomachines (because it's always nanomachines) that are supposed to help them adapt. It proceeds to warp them into an feral creature with little more intelligence than a dog. ("You are under emotional distress. Shutting down non survival-related mental functions.") The final scene is a cut to another explorer in the crew, being informed by their suit AI that the first person updated their nanomachines, and asked if they want to sync. They say yes. "Acknowledged. Dispensing." "Wait, what?"

Horde-ers: Standard issue TF apocalypse scenario. The twist is that there are two or three different viruses that just happened to show up at the same time, despite having different cliched causes. Fights between the different groups over the remaining humans, maybe they end up making hybrids?

BONUS ROUND: Our protagonists come across a fallen military checkpoint or police station. This happens.

"What happened here? Were they overrun?"
Squat Beefjaw surveyed the scene thoughtfully. "No," he said. "They were over-done."

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