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{{Universe|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline|user=Lloyd Brunnel|author=Lloyd}}I poked my nose out of the mass of blankets that made up my makeshift den and took a cautious sniff. While this did nothing but find out what I already knew— that the only person in the apartment besides me was my roommate, Jonas—the instincts had to be satisfied. After confirming that it was indeed safe, I crawled out of my den and gave a quick stretch to get some kinks out of my legs and tail. Yes, that’s right, tail. | {{Universe|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline|user=Lloyd Brunnel|author=Lloyd}}{{WIP}} | ||
I poked my nose out of the mass of blankets that made up my makeshift den and took a cautious sniff. While this did nothing but find out what I already knew— that the only person in the apartment besides me was my roommate, Jonas—the instincts had to be satisfied. After confirming that it was indeed safe, I crawled out of my den and gave a quick stretch to get some kinks out of my legs and tail. Yes, that’s right, tail. | |||
Perhaps an explanation is in order. My name is Lloyd Brunnel and I’m a teefer, one of the thirty-percent or so of people who experienced the side effect known as Transformative Failure of… drat. I can never remember the full name of the acronym but I think the word “octoplasmic” fits in somewhere. Anyway, my case of TFOR was a bit high degree compared to most; I’m what’s known as a fullmorph, someone who has been changed almost completely into an animal. In my case I’m now a member of vulpes vulpes, or red fox for the layman. Sure I’ve got some lingering pieces of human in me, mostly in my throat, letting me talk (albeit with a much higher voice) but for the most part I’m a fox, complete with fur, tail, muzzle, you get the idea. | Perhaps an explanation is in order. My name is Lloyd Brunnel and I’m a teefer, one of the thirty-percent or so of people who experienced the side effect known as Transformative Failure of… drat. I can never remember the full name of the acronym but I think the word “octoplasmic” fits in somewhere. Anyway, my case of TFOR was a bit high degree compared to most; I’m what’s known as a fullmorph, someone who has been changed almost completely into an animal. In my case I’m now a member of vulpes vulpes, or red fox for the layman. Sure I’ve got some lingering pieces of human in me, mostly in my throat, letting me talk (albeit with a much higher voice) but for the most part I’m a fox, complete with fur, tail, muzzle, you get the idea. | ||
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I poked my nose out of the mass of blankets that made up my makeshift den and took a cautious sniff. While this did nothing but find out what I already knew— that the only person in the apartment besides me was my roommate, Jonas—the instincts had to be satisfied. After confirming that it was indeed safe, I crawled out of my den and gave a quick stretch to get some kinks out of my legs and tail. Yes, that’s right, tail.
Perhaps an explanation is in order. My name is Lloyd Brunnel and I’m a teefer, one of the thirty-percent or so of people who experienced the side effect known as Transformative Failure of… drat. I can never remember the full name of the acronym but I think the word “octoplasmic” fits in somewhere. Anyway, my case of TFOR was a bit high degree compared to most; I’m what’s known as a fullmorph, someone who has been changed almost completely into an animal. In my case I’m now a member of vulpes vulpes, or red fox for the layman. Sure I’ve got some lingering pieces of human in me, mostly in my throat, letting me talk (albeit with a much higher voice) but for the most part I’m a fox, complete with fur, tail, muzzle, you get the idea.
Once I finished stretching I opened the trunk I kept near the entrance to my den and picked out what I was going to wear for the day. While my fur covered me enough to make modesty a moot issue, I still didn’t like the idea of going uncovered in public. While most fullmorphs who could wore a pair of pants or shorts in public, I preferred to go for a complete outfit. I decided on a pair of light pants and a T-shirt with a paw print design on it, my preferred clothing motif. I also put on my collar, but not for appearances, it was a legitimate necessity. While the front of the bone-shaped tag attached to the nylon collar was blank, on the back was my emergency contact information and name in case something ever happened. This was the only way to ensure I had the info on me at all times since I didn’t always have access to pockets and, when I did, wallets and ID cards tended to fall out. It took me a minute to put the thing on though, while TFOR had left me with forepaws just dexterous enough to be used as hands, it didn’t leave me any thumbs, just dewclaws which, after six years of being a fox, I still hadn’t figured out what they were used for.
Jonas was at the table reading a newspaper when I entered the kitchen. He glanced down at me as I approached.
“About time you got up. The way you sleep I could swear TFOR left some cat in you.”
I rolled my eyes at the familiar joke and hopped up onto my seat. There was a plate of buttered toast and a bowl of water waiting for me.
“Thanks for making breakfast.” I said before eating a piece of toast.
Jonas shrugged off the appreciation. “It quite literally took me two minutes. Besides it’s not like you’d be able to do it.” He nodded towards the clock on the wall behind me. “Don’t you have to be at work soon?”
I turned around. “What’re you talking abou—yip!” I yelped when I saw the time. I didn’t have to be at work soon; I had to be there ten minutes ago! I scooped up the remaining toast in my muzzle and dashed out the door.
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