Fenris and the Trouble with wabbits - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
9/2/479
Log
Fenris patters quickly and quietly toward the gaudy tent at the edge of the market, a parcel wrapped in brown paper under her arm. The little mink's tail waves back and forth as she scurries along. She is not exactly hiding, but it is apparent she is not really keen on anyone recognizing her. Well, this her at least.
The, to Fenris, well known tent owned by a certain Coyote is only half erected right now and a mole is working on wrapping it up further. It would seem the owners of the Fleshcrafter are in the progress of packing up. There even is a carriage with two horses ready to be loaded up with their valuable creator machine.
"Wait!" calls Fenris, waving a small pouch and hurrying up to the pair, "Wait! Don't go just yet! I want to make a change!" She patters quickly toward the pair, pouch of lunar dust waving before her. "Please wait!"
The coyote turns around and his eyes fall upon the small mink. He taps his chin a couple of times before nodding, a soft smirk on his face. "Alright, alright. We will make an exception for a returning customer. What can we do for you today?" He motions to the mole to continue his work when he gives him a questioning look.
Fenris relaxes and passes the pouch to the coyote with a sigh. "It was fun for a little while, but I am done with this little lady thing," she says, "I want to be a big man again. Back to the stripes, please." She raises a hand in greeting to the mole. "Heya, Monty!" she says.
The mole looks up from his works and gives a wave to Fenris, before continuing. The coyote takes the pouch and nods enthusiastically. "Back to being a tiger it is then?" The canine leads Fenris to the device and starts pressing buttons on the control pad.
Fenris sets aside her paper wrapped package and undresses, folding her clothes carefully and setting them with the rest of her things. "Please," she says, "Like I said, it has been fun, but I am ready to go back to just being me." The little white mink, soon to be his big tiger self again slips into the machine and waits for it to seal itself up an work its magic.
The coyote businessman nods once more and continues typing away on the control panel as the sounds of Monty cursing can be heard, followed by an audible "Clonk" that is even louder on the inside of the machine. It seems that while removing the cover of the tent, a support fell and hit the fleshcrafter. Harmless enough to not damage a machine created by the Creators, however the pipe like support continues to roll off the contraption and over the control panel, hitting several buttons, including the one to start the process.
Fenris sighs and closes her eyes as the machine hums to life. The feelings of her body shifting and morphing under the effects of Creator magic probably shouldn't be comfortable and familiar, but that is Fenris for you. There is a sense of vertigo as her height changes and an odd, hot sensation in the nether regions as she becomes a he once more.
There is some more cursing heard from the outside as the canine owner of the device looks at a screen and sighs, worried that while the customer is probably safe, he will probably want a refund. He should not have let Fenris use the machine today to begin with.
Fenris sighs as the machine starts to wind down, and is pleased to hear that his own, warm tenor has returned. Being a girl had been entertaining, but he couldn't imagine doing it full time. He runs his fingers through the soft, fluffy fur of his chest and waits patiently for the door mechanism to release his good old feline self from the box.
The door opens and the Coyote rushes to the front of the machine, an apologetic look already on his face. "Are you alright sir? There was a... complication." The canine runs his hand through his hair and looks a tiny bit worried.
Fenris stretches his arms and is pleased to be looking down at the Coyote again. He looks down at his broad, strong torso and his orange and black striped fur. The hearts were back of course, but he figured those were here to stay. He is a little surprised to see that the single butterfly that had been on his posterior has multiplied into a whole flock winding up his left side, but that wasn't so bad. And he looked a bit. . . softer than usual. . . "Complications?" he asks, suddenly worried.
The coyote nods slowly and motions for Fenris to step towards the big mirror, which thankfully had not been packed up yet. "Yes, I fear some of the imputs have been over written through a minor accident that happened. Nothing we can't reverse, of course!"
Fenris stares at the mirror. The stripes were all there. The unusual heart patterns there. The white crest and ruff were there. But they were on a RABBIT! The. . . well, not a tiger, stares at himself in the mirror and a broad hand slowly reaches up to press against the bold, buck teeth protruding from his upper lip and from there to his twitchy, pink nose and to his. . . ears? Where those his EARS!?
The merchant stands behind Fenris and adjusts his bowtie. "Its really not that bad, is it? Quite the unique look, really." He nervously draws his hand through his hair once more. "And like I said, we can of course reverse it, if you want."
Fenris reaches back and lifts one of his long, floppy ears up where he can examine it. The unusual stripe-hearts that adorn his back run down the length of the ear, terminating in a perfect heart on the broad end. "I guess," the big rabbit says, turning a bit to look at his puffball tail, "The only question is if these stripes make me look fat, or if that was all your doing. . ." And yep, those butterflies run all the way down his left hip and leg too. "And how the butterfly had babies," he adds.
The coyote shakes his head. "No, no. Of course now. To both of the questions. I am not exactly sure about to butterflies, to be honest. One of the supports from the tent fell onto the controls, I am afraid." "He pauses for a moment. "All things considered I would say you didn't get as bad a body as you could have had, Sir."
"No," Fenris says, "I guess you are right. I suppose I will just stick with it for now. Don't really want to mess with the machine again quite so soon. . ." The bulky rabbit gives himself a thorough once over, just to make sure there are no more surprises.
The canine nods a couple of times. "Good, good. We will be back here in a month or two, should you change your opinion." He turns back to the machine and presses the biggest button and all light from it extinguishes fairly quickly.
Fenris shakes his head at his new reflection. "A couple of months," he sighs, "Oh well. At least it's not a girl." He hesitates for just a second, moving a hand below his slightly rounded belly, then sighing with relief. The huge rabbit then bends down to collect his wrapped package, opening it to reveal a new set of clothes. They might need a little adjusting, but they should do.
