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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:10 pm
The beaver sat down heavily and grumpily at the edge of the village nearest the lake (without being too near the strange new duplexes). It was August, the hottest month of the year, and her fur felt far too heavy. She scratched absently at a persistent mosquito bite on her arm as she glared out at the placid water. Normally the sight was calming, beautiful even. But today...
Today she just couldn't relax. She was tense, she was annoyed, it was just a bad day. She picked up a stick and started chewing on it. It didn't do much more than a small snack, but she was hungry and it tasted okay. A bit dry and crunchy, but it was food. Chana wasn't even thinking twice about what she was eating for once, another measure of her distraction.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:23 pm
It had been a rought day for Stewart, he head had been pounding all day and it only seemed to get worse. He wasn't sure what was going on but he had a feeling that it couldn't be any good. In a last ditch attempt to help clear his head he decided to take a walk around the lake. Stewart wasn't expecting to see anyone, but he felt a little better when he saw Chana sitting by the lake. "Hello Chana!" He called out walking towards her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:27 pm
Chana looked up, startled. It was...Stewart! But why did it have to be today, when she was nowhere near decent company?
Because that was life.
"Stewart!" she exclaimed, trying to hide her own frustration. "You're the last person I expected to see today," she said, trying to forget about how hot and itchy she was, and how bad a mood she'd been in. She'd show him a happy face, and who knew, maybe she'd cheer up!
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:38 pm
"I'm sorry if I came at a bad time" Stewart said blushing slightly "I've had this terrible headache all day, I was hoping getting out of my duplex would help some. What brings you out here today?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:42 pm
A headache? Well, misery did love company, even if it was migraine.
"I've been enjoying," the beaver spat, "the lovely August weather, me and my fur." She smiled up at him. Somehow, the little things were easier to ignore with someone else around.
"Sit with me? Maybe we can distract each other from our pains," Chana suggested. And if there was a bit of desperation in her voice, chances were Stewart wouldn't recognize the tone for what it was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:20 pm
Stewart walked over to Chana and sat next to her, he made sure to sit close but not too close. The whose relationship was still very new to him, so still wasn't sure what to do in this situtation. That's when it started. He let out a small yelp of pain as the newest set of changes began, it started slowly as first. His horns began to grow much larger and heavier, the pain was almost unbearable "Chana-" He started but was unable to say anymore.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:58 am
Chana gaped at the fascinating (and sickening) motion of Stewart's growing horns. "My G-d!" she cried shrilly. But...wait. Hadn't he changed not so long after-
The beaver's train of thought was abruptly severed as she felt a sudden surge of ache and pain from her tail. As she craned her neck around, she watched it grow wider and longer, long enough to touch the ground when she stood.
And here she'd just been hoping for some quality time with Stewart.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 6:03 pm
Stewart couldn't believe that this was happening to him, of all the times for the changes to start! But he wasn't really able to dwell on this thought, there were more pressing matters on hand. Like the growing weight of his horns, it became so much that even lifting up his head was a challange. He was only able to look over a little when Chana cried out. Was she changing too?!? What was happening to her? He tried to say something to her, to find out if she was okay. But the only thing that came out of his mouth was a very goat-like "Baaaahhhhh" Followed an explosion of pain in his face as his features began to shift.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 6:21 pm
Damnit, damnit, damnit! There couldn't be any worse timing! Of course Chana couldn't form any coherent words; all she could do was whimper in pain as she felt her body shift and as she watched the man she loved undergo similar agony.
Her tail seemed to be done for the moment, but now it was her legs, oh G-d, her legs! It was a good thing she was already sitting, or she'd surely have lost her balance as her legs became wider and wider.
There goes my waistline... was her fleeting thought.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:03 pm
He herd her wimpering and felt horrible that he couldn't do anything to help her. His eyes started watering as they changed shape and became biger, and the sharp pain as his neck grew wider. This allowed his to better handle the weight of his horns, but as he was finally able to lift his head up and look over at Chana. He was shocked to see what was happening to her, but was greatly distracted when his hair began to grow out. His once straight brown hair became unruly and very long, and obscured his vision.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:09 pm
Whimpering was about all Chana could do now, fully caught by the changes. Her hips seemed to have reached their new (sob) width and now the changes had moved to her feet. It was good, she thought in that strangely rational part of her brain, that her feet were becoming tougher, because now they were far too big to fit into any shoes she could ever find.
But the pain in her feet was nothing compared to the sickening crack of the bones in her shoulders as they moved farther apart. The beaver winced once in almost-nausea, then again at the pain of the movement. And to think she'd been unhappy before.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:41 pm
Stewart was almost grateful for the fact he could hardly see what was going on after he heard the cracking of bones. Then the itching started all across his back and arms as the curly white hair grew thickly up his back and arms. A sof covering of fur also now covered his nose, but was nothing compared to the state of his back and parts of his arms.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:45 pm
When the pain in her shoulders began to subside, Chana almost sighed in relief. Then the very worst part began. The bones in her face started shifting, crunching, pusing outward into a muzzle.
She was sure she'd gotten off easy on her previous changes, the beaver decided, as her tears soaked the fur on her face.
"Is...is it over?" she whispered, almost sobbing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:24 pm
After the facial changes and hair growth, Stewart thought the worst was over. In fact he thought his changes were over, he looked over at Chana again and said "I-I thi-" But stopped after he noticed there was something wrong with his hands. He watched in horror as his already long nails became even larger and more hoof-like. The middle fingers becoming larger as the outer ones began to shrink.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:40 pm
Chana watched in horror as Stewart's hands changed right before her eyes. His fingers! How was he going to hold things, to do things that...that people did!? This was possibly the scariest thing she'd seen in all her time on the island.
She reached out, tentatively, wanting to grab his hand and...and she wasn't sure what. Reassure herself that her eyes were working fine? Feel for herself how different they'd become? The beaver didn't know at all.
"Oh...Stewart..." she began, unable to finish.
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