Donning his bright red sweater, the young man ventured out onto the snow covered streets. Official looking warnings had brigaded his phone nonstop ever since he woke up (30 minutes ago), cautioning that this particular snowstorm carried magical properties and to stay inside. "Yeah, right", he thought. No scam or conspiracy theory was keeping him from getting to work. Who'd fall for this bunk? Magic wasn't real, right?

And yet as he traversed the snow covered sidewalks he found himself completely alone, with only the blankets of snow keeping him company. It was quite peaceful, actually, and he smiled to himself knowing that with less crowds work was going to be a piece of cake. Maybe he'd even get to go home early. Still, the silence was slightly unsettling. Apparently more people had heeded those strange warnings than he thought. He wasn't sure why. A light snowfall never hurt anybody.

As a matter of fact, the whirling, dancing flakes seemed to call his attention more and more, triggering age old instincts he hadn't felt since childhood. The sight triggered fondly memories of wrestling in the soft stuff as a child, making snowmen and engaging in riveting snowball battles with the neighborhood kids. He wanted to play, to dance and chase and... pounce on the flakes? Where did that thought come from? Shaking his head, he pushed he thoughts out of his head, blissfully unaware that he had awakened far more than childhood pleasures.

Unbeknownst to the young man the thought had awakened the magic hidden within the snow, magic that began to slowly pull and shape his form into one far more suited for wintry life. He began to absentmindedly itch at his body as thick gray and white fur began enveloping his body, starting slowly at first but soon blanketing his skin in a warm, fashionably spotted pelt. All the while the man was unaware of his disfiguration, simply observing that he felt rather toasty and snug, as if he were wrapped in a soft blanket. He couldn't help letting out a low purr that rumbled up from his chest as he adjusted his sweater.

As the purr left his lips they began to miscolor and darken as his upper lip split down the middle and whisker beds formed on his cheeks. His face pushed out into a muzzle with a pink triangular nose which suddenly found itself inhaling far more oxygen than before, his lungs swelling in his chest to make up the difference. The magic clouded the young man's mind; he was only hazily aware that his nose was no longer cold as special newly developed organs heated up the incoming air before it reached his lungs. With his newfound muzzle the young man breathed a large sigh of relief as his sinuses cleared, chest heaving far more than natural. He was about to continue before something caught his eye.

Once again the twirling movements of the falling snow caught his attention, he found himself drawn towards the tumbling flakes. A small voice in the back of his mind yelled at him to get back on the path but the one singular focus grew and grew, blocking everything else out in his mind. His butt wiggled in anticipation as he crouched down, ready to pounce and chase and chew and-wait, what was he doing?

Before he could catch himself his legs hurtled him right into the blizzard, and he found himself once again lost in revelry. He felt more energized than ever, leaping and bounding on powerful new back legs as he chased the falling snow throughout the whole park, swiping at it with his hands and trying to catch them in his new muzzle. He barely even noticed his shoes, and then his pants give way as his legs and feet swelled with power, new claws and paws providing traction and warmth against the snow. Bones and muscles shifted and thickened as they realigned themselves into a quadrupedal stance. His spine elongated and twisted as he made impossible bends and arches in his attempts to snag snowflakes in his jaws. A pressure built up in his tailbone as a thick, fluffy tail began to weave and twist its way out of his lower back, balancing out his wild acrobatics.

The young man turned feline was ecstatic as he reveled in his new cat-like reflexes, experiencing a pure, innocent joy which he hadn't felt since childhood. As he dreamed about making endless piles of snowballs and giant snowmen like the good old days he failed to realize at that very moment he was losing that ability forever, as his thumbs receded uselessly into his new massive feline forepaws complete with leathery pads and deadly sharp claws.

He briefly felt a tug as his torso barreled out against his sweater, before hearing the ripping sounds of shredding fabric through shifting, rotating ears that grew fluffy as his human hair fell off of his head and was quickly buried underneath the quickly falling snow. He fell onto all fours as his back snapped into place, arching his back as his arms and legs popped into place, the realignment of his hips and pelvis permanently locking him in his new stance. His tail swished enthusiastically as he bounced through the park, his soft, luxurious pelt fending off the biting cold. He had forgotten the reason he came out here in the first place, but that was irrelevant. He rolled about in the snow without a care in the world, his body perfectly shaped by winter magic to suit his new environment.


At the edge of the park, a black nondescript SUV sat idling, the only activity in this barren wonderland. Inside sat two men in dark suits, watching the situation unfold.

"Da*n it, Benson, there goes another one!" One of the men, a dark skinned, heavily wrinkled fellow slammed his fist on the table. "Stupid idiots can't adhere simple warnings. We already lost so many in the initial wave. Don't people watch the news anymore?" The other man shrugged his shoulders, chewing steadily on a Cuban cigar. He was in his mid-thirties, with wispy blonde hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He was holding a large, high-tech camera straight out of a science fiction film.

" I dunno, I have trouble believing it and I saw it with my own two eyes." He lifted up the camera and focused it on the large cat, who was wrestling with a frisbee someone had left out overnight. It had dug it out of the snow and was tearing at it with its claws and muzzle, snow flying everywhere as it rolled about. He quickly snapped a couple pics before turning back towards the other man. "But you know our orders. Tag 'em and Book 'em, so when this all blows over we can tranq 'em and do whatever the higher ups have planned for 'em. Maybe they'll dissect them all or something?" The other agent scoffed.

"No way, man. They got way too many to dissect. Probably gonna put them all in a zoo and breed 'em or something. Get some use out of these endangered species types. The rest they'll probably shoot." Benson laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, it's not our problem. The cleanup teams will want to take special care of this one, predator types can be dangerous. You figured out who it is yet?"

"Yeah I got it" the other agent grumbled, pressing several keys on a high tech laptop. Instantly a profile appeared, with a smiling young man pictured along with his address, driver's license, and social security number. The agent nonchalantly hit "delete" before turning to his partner.

"It's just some scrub who works at Wendy's. Dumbf*ck thinks people want fast food in a magical snowstorm."

"To be fair he's probably right. I could kill for a baconator right now." Benson patted his stomach, which gurgled right on cue. The other agent chuckled.

"Well don't get out of the car. Otherwise you'll become one of those things. And I'll be checking YOU out at the zoo." Benson laughed, before suddenly the laptop lit up with a beep. They both turned towards it and sighed.

"F*ck, another one." Benson said gloomily. "They never learn, do they?"

"Fraid not, partner." the other man said with a sigh. "Get back in your chair Cowboy, we've got another cattle to lasso."

"Roger that, partner." Benson replied, slipping into the driver's seat. "Looks like this woman's growing antlers. Can't wait to see what that looks like." The other man nodded as the SUV peeled out from the curb and drove off into the city, leaving the former human behind.




Hey everyone! Here's another tf art piece for y'all, one that I'm quite proud of if I may say so myself. Tried a new coloring method in photoshop so I'm really excited how our fluffy boi turned out. I hope you all enjoy!