Chimera decided to go out for a night stroll, a bit of an adventure to stretch her metaphorical legs.

It was a bitter cold night around the port district of New Terra, and despite the chill, Chimera was feeling rather great.

The talk she had with Meghan was just the thing she needed to vent, destress and unwind from the worries she had started to accumulate.

So instead of worrying about thing she couldn't control, she decided to do thing's she could.

Like meet up with her mouse and rat friends.

Chimera worked her way up the side of another warehouse in the port district, using her spider webs and grips to scale with ease.

Once she made it to the top, she closed her eyes and branched out her thoughts.

Okay, I'm not sure this will work, but after those trees I planted, I get a feeling that I might be able to... there!

She felt a sort of ping reach her from across the street, near the Donald's that she and her friends had visited before.

With a bounce, she shot herself off the roof and landed with a hop.

Okay, and now!

Once she hit the ground, she used her wolf legs plus her kangaroo muscle groups that she got from the zoo grounds to launch herself upward.

"Woah!"

Chimera over shot her jump by a few hundred feet, landing in the parking of the nearby King Burger.

"Crap, let's correct this!"

With a twist like a spring, she bounced off of the rival restaurant, and landed in the dumpster of the Donald.

"Perfect."

With a spread of her tendrils, she started to ingest the biomass of the nearby trash receptacles. The old thoughts of her disgust were replaced with the feeling of power she received from the new DNA she had acquired.

Alright, time to find the Rats and mice.

"Hey guys, remember me?!"

As if on cue, her rat friends showed up alongside the mice, a sort of communal gathering taking place.

"Oh, so you guys got a partnership going?"

They nodded, and some of them were even protecting the smaller mice and rats like guards.

"Woah, might be messing with the local ecosystem here. This is better though right?"

Suddenly, she had a few mice and rats showing up to ask her something.

"Wait, you want me to... make you both..."

They nodded, holding each other's paws like newly weds.

"Uh okay, but could you guys help me with something too?"

They nodded as well, bowing with tears in their eyes.

Aww, they want to get together... crap, this is because of my changes isn't it?

"Alright, I need to find out what's been happening around the port district. If you guys can help me with that, I'll... wed you two."

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The rest of the populace of rat and mice starting squeaking, and Chimera could almost hear a cheer ring out from the rodents.

She spread a few tendrils into the ground, and the rodent families started to grab them and insert them into their ears.

Okay, ignoring the fact that this feels gross.

She suddenly was bombarded with images from various locations, all over the port area.

It took a moment to make sense of any of it, but the communal rats seemed to be adding to her own thoughts.

Okay there's an illegal fight club', Oh how I love the feel of her fur', Those ears are something else,' Why doesn't she see that I'm the one for her!'

She tried to drown out the rest of the noise but the voices got louder.

'Isn't our God so great,' praise be to the Girl In Red,' She has made our lives all the better!'

"Okay enough!"

She shifted the DNA inside the two species, granting them biocompatibility.

"Gosh, you guys are loud when you're all together. Okay, thanks for the info, stay out of trouble, and be kind to each other... or something, I got to go!"

After releasing the tendrils from the zealous rodents, Chimera raced out of the dumpster lot of the Donald's.

Got to stop making so many changes in the wildlife, it's starting to get weird!

...

Craft Single wasn't having a great day at the Fight Club.

Mostly because his luck with the betting was absolute crap, but he came here everyday to try to change his life for the better.

If he could just get one good bet in, it would all change.

His wife might even come back from her sister's place.

If only he could win just one fight...

"Oh folks, it looks like Mr. Games-A-Lot is out for the count! Not many come back from having their head literally ripped off! Let's wait a few seconds and confirm if our latest fighter is a red stain on the floor or not!"

The announcer spoke through the speakers in a hair-raising voice as Craft looked at his last hope for a miracle die with the latest round of 'fighters' that this place used.

They were basically clones of metahumans that weren't viable, or that's what he heard from one of the contestants after they pleaded with the audience to let them go.

Craft did feel sorry for the poor bloke, but what was he going to do?

This place was already illegal, and run by Crown.

No one was going to got against Crown for a poor bastard like that clone.

Craft sighed as the clone did not get up from the floor after having his head ripped off by the contestant super.

Craft didn't know why he bet on a clone, but the odds were twenty-five to one.

He just wanted to hope that not only would his life change, but the clones would too.

He sighed as he turned to leave the place, the last hopes that he held onto starting to turn into despair.

Angel, Brie, I've lost them both now. Nothing I do's going to make up for the twenty grand I bet on that fighter.

Just as he was about to turn to the betting table to turn himself in, the announcer sounded off.

"Woah Momma! Looks like we got another contestant in the ring folks, and she is a monster!"

Craft turned to look back down into the ring, his eyes opening wide as he stared down at what could only be described as a beautiful horror.

There was a grown woman in the middle of the ring, the other fighter pinned under her by red tentacles.

"I've just heard that the Master Crown himself is coming to deal with this intruder! Don't leave just yet dear viewers, this fight is one you won't want to miss!"

As Craft got a better look at the woman, he noticed that her clothes, her face, everything about her was shifting.

"That works for me actually, because I got words for the manager of this place."

"Ohchee Momma, ladies and gents, turns out this femme fatale has words with Crown himself! Let's see what she and the purveyor of pain have to say!"

Craft felt the last of his cash in his pocket, a measly two grand that wouldn't even get him through the month.

This is it!

He raced to the gambling booth.

"Put it all on the woman!"

"Sir, those odds are 2000 to one, are you sure?"

"Yes! Please!"

the man took his money, and the hope in Craft's reingited as he turned to look down at his savior.

Come on, you got to beat him, please!

...

Chimera took a look around as she felt her body shift into her battle form.

Oh, this is going to be fun.