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Nita was just coming from the cafeteria, her stomach full of bamboo, her body ready for a bit of a nap before perhaps heading to the beach or back into the jungle. Her sharp ears heard Billy's heavy breathing and she twitched slightly. The red panda girl had been keeping to herself lately and hadn't run into many people on her routes from her duplex to the cafeteria, and out to the jungle or beach. She peered into the darkness, easily locating the origin of the sound. A tentacled figure on crutches came into view, her eyes able to use the glimmers of light from the surrounding duplexes.

She frowned at his stumbling gait-- perhaps he was drunk, or maybe that was just how he had to move these days. In any case, Nita had no great desire to strike up a conversation, so she readied herself to pass him by unnoticed.

Or.. not drunk. Changing. s**t, s**t, s**t! Nita thought furiously, rooted to her spot on the path. Even though she had seen Alec only moments after his second transformation, she had never actually witnessed the twisting of limbs and sickening crunch of various parts of anatomy shifting, growing, or disappearing all together. And of course it had to be Billy-- at least Alec was somewhat of a friend.

Nita approached him tentatively, determined to help if she could. "s**t," she said quietly. "Can you get back into your duplex?"

"I guess I'll take that as a 'no'," Nita muttered, eyes wide, furred hands covering her mouth. She couldn't remember how far gone his legs had been before, but the writhing mass of former limbs in front of her was just.. awful. Her gut clenched at the sight of the ink and she stepped back involuntarily. Steeling her nerve, Nita crouched near Billy; all she could do at the moment was wait for the changes to finish.

Nita stared in shock and horror as the spines emerged. So many of them.. it looked even more painful than growing so much of her long tail all at once. When the tentacles encroached, it took all of Nita's ability not to echo the man's cries, a muffled whimper escaped her throat. Jesus Christ, let this be over soon, she half-prayed, half-demanded. Her skin felt cold and clammy under her fur although her face felt hot and her stomach proceeded to tie itself in knots, not unlike the movements Billy's tentacles were making.

Nita flinched away from Billy, wanting nothing more than to escape his grasp and hide in her duplex for the next hundred years. She tried to cover her eyes and ears, unable to block out the sights and sounds. She swallowed convulsively as Billy exposed his webbed underside, not at all relieved not to see normal male genitalia. The lack of anything remotely human downstairs was infinitely more disturbing than randomly getting flashed.

And then he inked. Nita blocked what she could, still unable to get away from the flailing octopus-man. She heaved, fighting to control her stomach and trying not to think how Billy had essentially vomited all over. Oh, that was so much worse than the prospect of having to chew cud. Nita gasped, spitting ink away from her proto-muzzle. Tears leaked from her eyes, leaving streaky paths through the ink. "Oh ********, oh holy s**t," she whispered over and over, feeling increasingly ill and miserable.

As Billy calmed, and the changes seemed to have run their course, Nita pulled herself away from the mass of clingy tentacles. At least her fur had protected her from the vicious suckers, but the phantom residue of such handling was such a violation of Nita's body and personal space. She sat weakly on the grass lining the village paths, shaking and futilely wiping at her face and front. If she thought about exactly what she was wiping off, she would surely be sick.

"Yeah, you're not ******** kidding," she managed, gulping at the cool night air.

Nita clasped her knees to her chest, shaking and still resisting the urge to heave up a lot of bamboo. She shook her head in a helpless manner. "I didn't really see you before..."
Her palms dug into her eyes, pushing at the tears that continued to roll down her face. "It's-- it's pretty bad, though," Nita told him honestly, her voice and breathing distinctly ragged.