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And here we go, I think we look pretty good together : p I admit, I'm not much in a rush, can't really speak for 
Cobalt_Raccoon on the matter... Though perhaps I should be, we really don't want that card falling into the wrong hands o.o
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this, and the story for those who cared to read, be sure to check out Cobalt_Raccoon for the original, he was nice enough to let me post it first, as well as the story from the cute little raccoon perspective.
*Note, I may edit a clean up this description, after the Hurricane is dealt with, I just really wanted to get this out before any loss of power happened.
He was content to stand there, on all fours. It wasn't uncommon, of course now that he pondered that.. He was happy to have the capability to even ponder! He was more expecting to be panting and scampering about. Did he have Rusty to thank for this? Didn't he brag about some sort of immunity beforehand, or perhaps he noted this information during their exchange... It was foggy, and hard to say.
As they stood, he ventured trying to speak, all though hesitantly and nervously. "W-Well..." he asked awkwardly to the dead open air, as he spoke,
"Bleh… whad ba heck…," Rusty babbled, only now noticing that he had let his tongue fall out of his mouth… Clow had been in awkward situations, but none quite like this. He looked over as his partner in the mess, a bit worried. He looked a little funny, with his floppy ears and longer maw, but not toooo much worse for the wear. He seemed to by sizing Clow up as well, causing him to blush just a bit. It was a normal thing to do, but this was oddly intimate, in a weird, platonic way. It gave him a new respect for creatures that were ALWAYS like this.
Though despite the very serious nature of all this, his new friend's slurring and tongue trouble did make him snicker. He even got a vague feeling, he wasn't sure if it was a normal need or subliminal, but he was able to very easily scratch the back of Rusty's head with his hind paw, making a loud rustling as he did so. It also made them wobble, with two paws lifted up, but it was a quick little scratch, and stability soon returned.
"I suppose it could have been worse. We're not yapping, chasing our tail, thinking the exact same way and such..." He noted, idly wagging about, not really showing as much concern. He felt it would be tactful to leave off the fact that Rusty's barging in is what caused all this, though it did almost slip out all the same. "I was just thinking the same thing," Rusty quipped, and it wasn't really surprising, unspoken bonds already forming.
The right head lets out an undignified snort. He wasn't even sure why.... He couldn't really think of it.... More of just a feeling. Could this have to do with this odd new connection? He could somehow tell that Rusty was having trouble with their youthful body... shiny things were pretty and distracting after all, and not laugh at such things was too much effort. That being.. Thought... Clow was at least a bit proud of himself. Bragging might be going a little far, BUT he was far more experienced with working around a juvenile body, even a mind at times. He had cured one particular mishap all by himself, even while he was sucking on his feet-paws. Sure that one was a bit self-imposed, but that wasn't the point. Most people became a magnet for some sort of issue anyway, mystical laws of fate and irony perhaps.
"So that's your new security system? Transforming intruders into guard dog puppies to train?" He asked, seeming ever so slightly sly and accusing to Clow's puppy ears.
"Well, that wasn't the ONLY thing, but it was the strongest... I dunno, isn't there something about setting your last line of defense up first?" He questioned a bit embarrassed. It didn't make a lot of sense when he said it allowed... What was he going to prove? That perhaps this was enough, or the other traps could trip someone up enough to fall prey to this one? He wasn't sure WHAT the most logical means of ordering his curses were, It would be something to look into if he got the chance. Still, Rusty's reply did make him smile a bit. "An oldie, but a classic." he said, it was indeed, one did not forsake classic design. It was far better to put your own spin on a time honored curse, then try and make something weird and ineffective.
"I mean it works, clearly, if.. uhm... whenever we get out of this, I'll have to see how you deal with the smaller ones, though I'm sure some are too obvious for someone clever like you. Let's just say... I'll get a free doormat if someone's thick enough to try breaking in from the front." He let out another snrk, truly sounding a bit childish, not only sounding as if he had made a silly pun but as if testing smaller traps at a later date was an invitation to battle Pokemon by the slide. Just because he had experience with youthful feelings didn't mean he had any sort of immunity after all.
The pup gave an indignant little pouting scowl. He got the feeling that his "friend" didn't believe he had other security measure planned. Or perhaps he just didn't buy that he had them done now, which he at least didn't mean to imply. He almost wanted to protest and whine, he recalled feelings of not being believed by parents and wanting to explain himself, long after they were past caring. But they had more important stuff going on.
More than likely riding a near sugar high of his own childish adrenalin Rusty was happy to retort, "Challenge accepted," sounding an odd mix of Neil Patrick Harris and Jim Carrey, though if his impression was THAT good, or he only knew do to this new unspoken connection, who could say? "I shall slip into every crack and cranny, bypass every spell, out-trip every wire, endure every single magical trap and transformation that you throw my way and prove to you that your magic is nothing before my pure unadulterated Awesomeness! Muwahahaha!" He kept the act going, it was almost like he was doing it just to entertain him. Was that some sort of brotherly love?
Clow was actually about to burst out laughing, knowing both those characters he was impersonating. When he was asked a very interesting question."The spell dissolved our organic clothes and turned the rest into material for our collars," Rusty's face went from a proud overflowing grin to a deadpan stare, "so where did the diaper come from?" The former raccoon questioned in a manner that made it hard to keep a straight face.
"Oh, was it all dissolved? I mean, it's pretty large." He avoided the question, feeling a bit shy, though he did have a harder time, not having much in the way of shame when filled with youth, so to speak. He expected a very light whistle, hardly anything at all, though he was able to let out a rather compelling tune. It played well to the timing... he wondered if that would last.
Clow simply grinned back at him after. "Hey, you hang out with certain people, get a few certain curses attach.... Well, at least I have perception charms if I need them. I try to be presentable! Respectable! Uhm... Polite!" He noted, puffing out their chest, waving one of their paws. He wasn't sure who he was trying to reassure really, but he was at least being genuine in it. He could be a lot of things, physically, mentally, emotionally, but he wasn't much for being a phony.
"It's fine, I'm not exactly one to judge," Rusty noted, as he did so, the card that had started all of this laid face down on the floor was now a mixture of its original red and gold color scheme.Now however with a sickly spotted mixture of emerald and turquoise. It was losing its original magical energy source, so it had chosen a new master or rather it adding on it and thereby changing the rules of its abilities.
"Besides, I know a guy. He's a real expert on fusions," Rusty easily manipulated a paw. It felt odd, watching what was his paw move on its own accord... But it didn't feel wrong. At least it didn't seem like they would be tripping over themselves. "I'd call him right up to help fix this, but you know…" Rusty tapped on the tag hanging from his neck. The cat let out a slight snrk. "Well, it's not like we'd have an easy time using it if it was still a phone... I'm sure we can figure out something around here.... Even if we have to go to someone with our tail between our legs..."
As they left, their large tail swished ideally, brushing the card and paying it little mind. The creature that was leaving, the mythical two headed pup now emblazoned. Its original use would have been to control the beast until it was properly trained. Now, who was to say? Both heads rather agreed to deal with the issue before it came into play after all. The shorted snouted pup would do his best not to get distracted, in truth he was having a hard time minding the form, despite the chaotic turn of event. He would need to make a magical mishap sign for the front door, this was bound to be a recurring occupational hazard.
Cobalt_Raccoon on the matter... Though perhaps I should be, we really don't want that card falling into the wrong hands o.oAnyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this, and the story for those who cared to read, be sure to check out
Cobalt_Raccoon for the original, he was nice enough to let me post it first, as well as the story from the cute little raccoon perspective.*Note, I may edit a clean up this description, after the Hurricane is dealt with, I just really wanted to get this out before any loss of power happened.
He was content to stand there, on all fours. It wasn't uncommon, of course now that he pondered that.. He was happy to have the capability to even ponder! He was more expecting to be panting and scampering about. Did he have Rusty to thank for this? Didn't he brag about some sort of immunity beforehand, or perhaps he noted this information during their exchange... It was foggy, and hard to say.
As they stood, he ventured trying to speak, all though hesitantly and nervously. "W-Well..." he asked awkwardly to the dead open air, as he spoke,
"Bleh… whad ba heck…," Rusty babbled, only now noticing that he had let his tongue fall out of his mouth… Clow had been in awkward situations, but none quite like this. He looked over as his partner in the mess, a bit worried. He looked a little funny, with his floppy ears and longer maw, but not toooo much worse for the wear. He seemed to by sizing Clow up as well, causing him to blush just a bit. It was a normal thing to do, but this was oddly intimate, in a weird, platonic way. It gave him a new respect for creatures that were ALWAYS like this.
Though despite the very serious nature of all this, his new friend's slurring and tongue trouble did make him snicker. He even got a vague feeling, he wasn't sure if it was a normal need or subliminal, but he was able to very easily scratch the back of Rusty's head with his hind paw, making a loud rustling as he did so. It also made them wobble, with two paws lifted up, but it was a quick little scratch, and stability soon returned.
"I suppose it could have been worse. We're not yapping, chasing our tail, thinking the exact same way and such..." He noted, idly wagging about, not really showing as much concern. He felt it would be tactful to leave off the fact that Rusty's barging in is what caused all this, though it did almost slip out all the same. "I was just thinking the same thing," Rusty quipped, and it wasn't really surprising, unspoken bonds already forming.
The right head lets out an undignified snort. He wasn't even sure why.... He couldn't really think of it.... More of just a feeling. Could this have to do with this odd new connection? He could somehow tell that Rusty was having trouble with their youthful body... shiny things were pretty and distracting after all, and not laugh at such things was too much effort. That being.. Thought... Clow was at least a bit proud of himself. Bragging might be going a little far, BUT he was far more experienced with working around a juvenile body, even a mind at times. He had cured one particular mishap all by himself, even while he was sucking on his feet-paws. Sure that one was a bit self-imposed, but that wasn't the point. Most people became a magnet for some sort of issue anyway, mystical laws of fate and irony perhaps.
"So that's your new security system? Transforming intruders into guard dog puppies to train?" He asked, seeming ever so slightly sly and accusing to Clow's puppy ears.
"Well, that wasn't the ONLY thing, but it was the strongest... I dunno, isn't there something about setting your last line of defense up first?" He questioned a bit embarrassed. It didn't make a lot of sense when he said it allowed... What was he going to prove? That perhaps this was enough, or the other traps could trip someone up enough to fall prey to this one? He wasn't sure WHAT the most logical means of ordering his curses were, It would be something to look into if he got the chance. Still, Rusty's reply did make him smile a bit. "An oldie, but a classic." he said, it was indeed, one did not forsake classic design. It was far better to put your own spin on a time honored curse, then try and make something weird and ineffective.
"I mean it works, clearly, if.. uhm... whenever we get out of this, I'll have to see how you deal with the smaller ones, though I'm sure some are too obvious for someone clever like you. Let's just say... I'll get a free doormat if someone's thick enough to try breaking in from the front." He let out another snrk, truly sounding a bit childish, not only sounding as if he had made a silly pun but as if testing smaller traps at a later date was an invitation to battle Pokemon by the slide. Just because he had experience with youthful feelings didn't mean he had any sort of immunity after all.
The pup gave an indignant little pouting scowl. He got the feeling that his "friend" didn't believe he had other security measure planned. Or perhaps he just didn't buy that he had them done now, which he at least didn't mean to imply. He almost wanted to protest and whine, he recalled feelings of not being believed by parents and wanting to explain himself, long after they were past caring. But they had more important stuff going on.
More than likely riding a near sugar high of his own childish adrenalin Rusty was happy to retort, "Challenge accepted," sounding an odd mix of Neil Patrick Harris and Jim Carrey, though if his impression was THAT good, or he only knew do to this new unspoken connection, who could say? "I shall slip into every crack and cranny, bypass every spell, out-trip every wire, endure every single magical trap and transformation that you throw my way and prove to you that your magic is nothing before my pure unadulterated Awesomeness! Muwahahaha!" He kept the act going, it was almost like he was doing it just to entertain him. Was that some sort of brotherly love?
Clow was actually about to burst out laughing, knowing both those characters he was impersonating. When he was asked a very interesting question."The spell dissolved our organic clothes and turned the rest into material for our collars," Rusty's face went from a proud overflowing grin to a deadpan stare, "so where did the diaper come from?" The former raccoon questioned in a manner that made it hard to keep a straight face.
"Oh, was it all dissolved? I mean, it's pretty large." He avoided the question, feeling a bit shy, though he did have a harder time, not having much in the way of shame when filled with youth, so to speak. He expected a very light whistle, hardly anything at all, though he was able to let out a rather compelling tune. It played well to the timing... he wondered if that would last.
Clow simply grinned back at him after. "Hey, you hang out with certain people, get a few certain curses attach.... Well, at least I have perception charms if I need them. I try to be presentable! Respectable! Uhm... Polite!" He noted, puffing out their chest, waving one of their paws. He wasn't sure who he was trying to reassure really, but he was at least being genuine in it. He could be a lot of things, physically, mentally, emotionally, but he wasn't much for being a phony.
"It's fine, I'm not exactly one to judge," Rusty noted, as he did so, the card that had started all of this laid face down on the floor was now a mixture of its original red and gold color scheme.Now however with a sickly spotted mixture of emerald and turquoise. It was losing its original magical energy source, so it had chosen a new master or rather it adding on it and thereby changing the rules of its abilities.
"Besides, I know a guy. He's a real expert on fusions," Rusty easily manipulated a paw. It felt odd, watching what was his paw move on its own accord... But it didn't feel wrong. At least it didn't seem like they would be tripping over themselves. "I'd call him right up to help fix this, but you know…" Rusty tapped on the tag hanging from his neck. The cat let out a slight snrk. "Well, it's not like we'd have an easy time using it if it was still a phone... I'm sure we can figure out something around here.... Even if we have to go to someone with our tail between our legs..."
As they left, their large tail swished ideally, brushing the card and paying it little mind. The creature that was leaving, the mythical two headed pup now emblazoned. Its original use would have been to control the beast until it was properly trained. Now, who was to say? Both heads rather agreed to deal with the issue before it came into play after all. The shorted snouted pup would do his best not to get distracted, in truth he was having a hard time minding the form, despite the chaotic turn of event. He would need to make a magical mishap sign for the front door, this was bound to be a recurring occupational hazard.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
Gender Male
Size 853 x 1280px
File Size 354.1 kB
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