"Remember where werebeasts were fun?" A light pinkish drake asked a deep red drakaina.
"You mean BEFORE they were just humans with the power to change into animals? Or before they were just a poor misunderstood minority for scared and stupid humans to point guns at?"
"YES! Back when they were FEARED! Back before all that nonsense! Back when they were FUN to watch! Now I might as well turn on a soap opera and get the same amount of entertainment."
"Well, what's done is done. That's how things go. We can't even go on a respectable pillage and burn anymore because of annoy heat seeking rockets! We can barely get away with a decent forest fire anymore! Ugh! Now you've gotten me all upset over the whole thing." She bit the deer she's caught in two, the meat well down by the time it hit her stomach. "And the kids are into the stocks and bonds garbage. What kind of horde is THAT?!"
"Speaking to the quire dear... " Said the drake. "But... our anniversary is coming up-"
"Don't remind me."
"-and I have a special present for you."
"Oh?"
"Just a little something I got one of kids to develop in a lab. They said there was no profit in it as a weapon of mass destruction so he said I could have it, the ton of that whelp, let me tell you. Where was I? Oh yes. It's a little something, a magnificent combination of viral genetic engineering and ancient curses and a few other nasty things... "
"What does it do already?"
"It effects humans and werebeasts, and only humans and werebeasts. Trapped them forever in their hybrid form. No more putting off the fur goat for visits to Disney land, or pretending you're just a random wild fox, not that they'll want to. Because I haven't told you the best part. It makes them lose those annoying 'civilization things' modesty, morality, scruples, conscience, ya know. They don't lose an iota of intelligence, but effectively become intelligent animals that go on two legs. Eat. Protect territory. Mate. Rear young. Instincts become the rule of the day, and all intelligence directed towards serving them. No more 'better than your nature' here!"
"It'll reduce them to savages."
"Yep."
"It'll be anarchy."
"Pretty much."
"It'll make all the news stations."
"Maybe. Or it'll just become some quarantined slice of 'mysterious virus' or if they're feeling creative 'gas leak' or some absurd nonsense that humans swallow like sheep, I could go for some sheep."
"We can pick some up later. But continue dear!"
"Oh! Well. Now, comes the part that makes this all work! This stuff is HIGHLY infectious,
air-born vector and everything. BUT! It's incubation period is about a day. And until then, there are NO symptoms, or proof it even exists until KA-POW! Instant animal on two legs with the so-called intellect of a human, but everything else being 100% wild animal. The virus will reach critical mass, and KA-POW! We get to have our own private entertainment of an entire town of wild werebeasts the way they used to be and should be. And we can just back, and watch the show."
"I finally remember why I love you!" The two dragon intertwined passionately. "This is the best present ever!"
"I knew you'd love it dear."
A couple hours later, the cursed virus was dumped into Moon Lake's water supply, and passed through the filter system without a hitch (both dragons knew you either stayed in tune with human technology these days or ended up a dinosaur fossil), and over the next 48 hours, 99% of Moon Lake was infected, and the remaining one percent would be soon after.
In the guise of two large red vultures on a power line, the dragons silently counted down in their heads. 'Five, four, three, two, one!' And all hell broke loose as instinct replaced reason and savagery replaced empathy in Moon Lake in the blink of an eye.