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Hound of the Baskervilles

Two months ago, during the time when the different worlds converged, the tiny Lacie encountered a very large wolf. One month after receiving that negligible cut to her palm, she turned into a little black wolf puppy for a night, and wasted no time sinking her fangs into Kevin's hand when he tried to pick her up and keep her out of trouble.

Tonight, there are two wolves in the Baskerville House, and they've pretty much figured out what's going on.

Lady Shelly and Oswald agreed some time ago that Kevin would make a pretty good wolf, if it came to it, and he really can't help but feel like someone is laughing at him over it. His two stints as a bunny rabbit did not prepare him at all for walking around on four legs -- walking, not hopping -- and having a mouth full of huge teeth. He keeps tripping over his own feet, getting confused as he tries to sort through all the sounds and smells, and earlier his long tail got stuck in a door. It would be easier if he were a pup like Lacie, loping about the house and crawling under the furniture, but as a full-grown werewolf Kevin is huge, four feet tall at the shoulder and heavier than he is as a human. Finally, after spending half the night trying to endure the house, the white wolf ventures outside in an attempt to get used to this new form. After all, given that the Brat has turned for the second month in a row, it looks like he's probably going to be stuck with it...

When not at home with Glenwald and company, Kevin can be found wandering through the streets he often haunts during patrol, enjoying the late-night solitude of the mansion's gardens, or perhaps even sniffing about at Lady Shelly's house, just to make sure nothing suspicious is going on nearby. Hopefully, he'll be back at home safe and sound before the moon sets. If he isn't, somebody gets to deal with a mortified and very naked knight, who will proceed to sleep in their house for two days and then eat the whole pantry for breakfast. Ah, the noble life of a werewolf!

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fallingbackup wearing his shiny new coat, if you will. Due to busyness, there is no post as of yet for

bittybratty's first transformation, but I will link it here whenever something is backdated. Slow, late, and backtags welcome as always!]

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Reflexively, he gets up and starts after it, the urge to chase what he wants taking over. But at the last minute he remembers that his sheer bulk is all that's keeping Lacie from doing her worst -- or rather, her average, given what Lacie is like -- and he backpedals in order to sit on her again. His hind end alone will not pin her quite so effectively, but it will do.

He stares at the distant toy. Then he turns over his shoulder and glares at Lacie. Rude.

Edited 2013-06-06 13:14 (UTC)

She lets out an oof, when he sits back down on her, despite having wriggled out of the way enough that he's mostly just on her legs, this time. She sneers up at him, nonetheless. Considering that he is sitting on her, he had it coming.

Since his bum's right there, she resumes her quest to make him thump his leg, scratching his haunches vigorously.

"What's the matter?" She says mockingly. "I thought you wanted the toy."

-- gods in heaven, that feels really good. Therefore, Lacie should not be allowed to do it. Kevin whips his head around, trying to nose her hands away, but she's moving them too quickly and he doesn't dare use his teeth. Plus, he is a very large wolf. He has to twist so much to reach his own back end that his front paws lift off the floor and he winds up overbalancing, toppling onto his back with his belly exposed.

This is only slightly less humiliating than all the times he toppled over as a rabbit.

Lacie scrambles out from under him as he topples, but, retreat is far from her mind. Instead, she flops right onto him instead. Those pesky fingers of her set to work, scratching his belly, treatment just as vigorous as the one she'd been giving his flanks.

You may as well give up, Kevin. She's going to give you pets no matter what you do.

Oh. Oh, shit. There it is. In the midst of a flail to roll back over, the wolf freezes, legs in the air and neck twisted as she goes for his tummy. Given how grabby the people in his life have been for various reasons over the past year or so, Kevin has often found himself logging away weak spots he never knew he had, but the only problem he's ever had with that part of himself is that it turns out when people force sugar into his stomach his mood improves and Oswald keeps cutting off brewing snitfits that way. He had no idea belly scratches could be a thing, let alone that they might be this fantastic of a thing, and he lets out a whine in protest.

But he's too bamboozled by this new development to get away, and there goes his back leg, pawing at the air.

"Ah-ha!" Lacie exclaims triumphantly.

Target acquired.

She gives him scritchings and lovings with a vengeance, adding insult to injury by gleefully murmuring baby-talk endearments while she does it. Anyone entering the living room, at this point would very likely keel over laughing at the sight of Lacie rolling around on the floor with a wolf very nearly her height and twice her size in bulk, especially considering that waving leg.

In short, this is suddenly a very good day.

If Kevin's life were better Lacie would be right in line with his leg and about to receive a solid kick for her pains, and ohhhh, if he could manage to find the wherewithal to roll away from her, he would totally swat her in the face. Alas, Kevin's life is not so great. It's so ungreat, in fact, that chance feels the need to let the other Lacie enter the room at precisely this moment, and a little black wolf cub appears in the door.

She has no idea what the hell is going on. She hadn't been aware yet that there was a second wolf in the house, and she almost shies away before she catches that familiar scent -- it's the crotchety knight, as canine as she. That means he's pack, and her older self is obviously playing with him, and Lacie decides she wants to join in the fun.

Kevin turns to look at the cub right as she bounds up and jumps right on his snout, intent on chewing on his ears. Kevin whines.

Lacie fairly cackles at the sight of her younger self, and she redoubles her efforts.

"That's a good Kevin! Look! Little-me's come to play, too! Don't your ears look yummy?"

At any other time, she would feel utterly silly talking like this, but she's aware, on some level, as any good troll would be, that this may very well be one of the worst days Kevin's had, since he moved in with the Baskervilles, and that being spoken to like this only makes it worse.
She can't wait to tease him about it later, when he's human enough for her to see the look on his face.

If nothing else, having a puppy on his face gives him the final push he needs to escape the belly rubs. With a flail, the white wolf twists to his feet, nearly rolling the big Lacie over with him. Using his nose, he pushes the cub onto her back, and flees beneath the coffee table -- where only his front half fits, and that's pushing it. Back end still exposed, he bares his teeth at the both of them, utterly disgruntled. Little Lacie cocks her head at him, and then, undaunted, toddles up to try and climb right back onto his nose.

Kevin makes a mental note to see if the Lacies are ticklish. In his quest to discourage either of them from touching him ever, he's never bothered. If they are, risk of getting sexed up notwithstanding, he's totally going to shove Big Lacie down and tickle her until she can't breathe, crooning baby-talk all the while. See how she likes it. The little one...well, he has no idea what to do with the little one. Maybe give in and teach her to sword fight just so he can piss her off by always winning.

Lacie can't help snickering, watching the big fierce werewolf snarl at her from his hiding place under the table. So, so scary, Kevin. Shaking her head, she uses the pup's renewed attack as a distraction to go and retrieve the dreaded squeaky toy.

It isn't in her nature to pick on animals too much, even if that animal happens to be Kevin most of the month. Rather than torture him more with scritches (for now), she moves back to the table, hunkering down and dropping the rubber, black rabbit down next to them to see what they'll do next.

Oh. Oh, good. The Brat ignores it, but one of Kevin's massive paws darts out, falling solidly onto the toy. It lets out a shrill squeal and the pup freezes, turning to investigate the source of the noise with her front half still draped over the other wolf's nose.

Kevin waits a moment, letting the silence linger, just to be dramatic. Then he whaps it again, and the toy makes the same squeak. His plan works. Lacie loses interest in Kevin entirely, toddling over to investigate this new thing.

Whaaaaat is this? Lacie isn't thinking of Kevin at all now, except that his foot is in her way, and she paws at his leg until it retreats. Then she's all over the strange toy, sniffing at it, and gnawing on one of its ears with her tiny, sharp little teeth to try and get a handle on the strange texture of the thing. It refuses to squeak again until she jumps on it, and then Lacie backs up to get a better look at it.

Ah! It's a black rabbit!

Well, she won't chew on it a lot, then. She likes black rabbits far too much for that. But, tail wagging, she jumps on it again, enjoying the noise. Despite his earlier misgivings, Kevin stays where he is, ears swiveling as he listens to the noises that aren't squeaks. He seems content, for the moment, to watch the cub play.

The older Lacie grins. She'd originally bought the rabbit for the cub, after all, and seeing her enjoy it brings some warmth to her black little heart. Reaching out she pokes Kevin in his fuzzy rear-end.

"See? And you didn't think it was a fun toy."

Reaching out, she plucks up the bunny and squeaks it a few times for her younger self, dangling it so that the pup can jump up and claim it back.

Kevin gives Lacie a flat look. The Lacies seem to think that he is a fun toy and they are obviously wrong, so it seems reasonable to him that they would have differing opinions concerning squeaky toys, too. Watching the Brat leap for it, it does look a lot more amusing now, but...

Well -- he thinks in his wolfy brain, without words, really -- he is awfully big and the toy is awfully small. It's a Brat-sized toy. It would be much better for him if there was a toy for him to play with that actually matched his size, something big and sturdy he could yank around on or swat. Not that he wants a toy of his very own, mind. Just, if he was going to have one, that's what would be practical, is all.

He might look just an eensy bit depressed as he watches the Lacies have fun while he hides ineffectually under the coffee table.

Lacie is so engrossed in playing with her younger self, she almost misses that utterly pitiful look. Reaching out she pats his rump.

"What, do you want to play, too? You didn't a minute ago..."

Giving little!her the toy back to pounce on, Lacie stands up, looking around. There must be something she can use...

In a shadowy corner of the living room, she spies a ball that she could've sworn hadn't been there before. It was a good-sized thing, too big for him to get his teeth into.

"Huh." she says, going over to the thing and picking it up.

No, Kevin does not want to play, and Lacie gets his teeth bared at her again for touching his bum. He does watch her as she moves to the ball, though. It's certainly the right size, but he wonders idly just what she plans to do with it. If she thinks he's going to fetch the damn thing she's got another thing coming.

He has no idea as of yet that if the thing bounces or is easy to kick back and forth, he's screwed.

And bounce it does, Lacie discovers, with that oddly-satisfying, hollow sound all good balls have, when they bounce. She crosses the floor, bouncing it as she goes, half leaning over to peer at him under the table.

"Well, what do you think?" she asks, wiggling the ball at him.

bounce

bounce

bouce...

Both wolves perk up to look at it at the first sound; Kevin even lifts his head, nearly bonking it on the table, and has to inch forward so that his rump is underneath it instead. Little Lacie ignores it in short order, seeing that it's far too big for her and much preferring the squeaky toy, but the larger of the wolves watches it bounce as she approaches, ears perked and interested. He waits until she comes closer with it, times it just right when she's leaning over -- and then reaches out to swat it down before she can grab it again on one of the bounces, hard.

It bounces back up again and bonks her right in the side of her face before bouncing away. Yes. Yes, good. Kevin's face splits into a doggie grin and he emerges from the table to lope off after it, tail wagging.

Lacie cries out in surprise at suddenly being bonked, then launches herself after him. Congratulations, Kevin, you now have a half-irate Lacie latched onto your back. She can't very well push him over and sit on him, when he's in this form, but she can certainly make things difficult for him.

Latching onto both of his ears, she gives them a good hard tug.

Alright, the little one can get away with chewing on his ears because she's the little one; the big one is not allowed to go for those. Snarling, Kevin spins, attempting to dislodge her with the motion. Then, for good measure, he flops over, trying to jar her hold enough that he can twist around and pin her down again. There will be a lot of wolfy flailing involved in rolling over, but so far, at least, he's still managing not to bite. The instinct to is strong.

The tiny Lacie stops what she's doing and stares at them, head tilting. She can't figure out if they're having a fight now or not.

Edited 2013-06-16 09:49 (UTC)

She manages to hold on through the spinning out of sheer, mean-spirited stubbornness, but he does get a satisfying oof out of her, when the big wolf rolls over. She tugs at his ears even harder for his trouble, though, before he finally manages to dislodge her. (Wiry strength she may have, but the bulk of the wolf is enough that he can overwhelm her in a contest of brute strength.)

Snarling, she swats at him hard, nonetheless. Dislodged she may be, but she's far from done with this fight.

Kevin flails some more, reaching out to swat her right back, because even though he technically isn't supposed to hit girls he's also a wolf at the moment, and he also isn't sure anyone who's ever told him it isn't okay to hit girls would consider Lacie to be the kind of girl they meant anyway. In the process, however, his back leg hits a lamp, and the only reason it doesn't break is that it gets kicked right onto the soft pillows of an armchair.

Hn. That's no good. Kevin stares at it for a moment, guilty from the narrow miss, and decides this fight is going to have to relocate. Yanking his ears back out of her grasp, Kevin rolls to his feet and gets a solid mouthful of skirt. Then he trots toward the door, dragging Lacie along behind him with his tail held high.

Let's take this outside. B( The little Lacie scampers along behind them, dragging her squeaky rabbit by the ear in much the same way, tripping over it as she goes.

Meanwhile, big Lacie continues to kick and flail as Kevin drags her out into the back yard. She manages to land one or two good blows to pay him back for the swatting back. The vicious cycle isn't stopping any time, soon, at this point. He may as well have a particularly large cat by the tail, hissing and spitting as much as she is.

She can feel the Rabbit stirring, on the other side of reality, woken by her anger and the jostling of their struggle. She can practically feel it tilting its head at her, as undertain as to the seriousness of this fight as the little cub is. For the moment, she shoves it aside, continuing to fight even harder as they make it outside.

Her skirt picks up twigs and leaves as he drags her out into the yard, and she redoubles her efforts, at that. Normally she doesn't care if her clothes get stained, but usually it's her doing that stains them. Having the ruffles and silk mussed by someone else, is suddenly the most offensive thing in the world.

Edited 2013-06-17 07:55 (UTC)

Already, being outside is much better. Once they're out on the grass, Lacie actually gets a few hits in -- Kevin is distracted by all the new smells and sounds. He wants to pause to investigate everything, but, as usual, Lacie is in the way of his getting what he wants.

So, it's with renewed vigor that he turns to try and pin her again, but as the fight continues, Kevin finds that he's actually enjoying himself. He lives the life of a fighter, and he still practices and spars all the time; it's doubly important that he stay in shape now that his diet has so much maple sugar in it. But how long has it been since he engaged in some plain old roughhousing? Not since he was a boy, surely. Then, too, it's not often that he gets to fight with Lacie when she can't turn it into some sort of sexual molestation festival. His tail begins to wag, swishing more and more as her fury increases.

As it happens, Lacie has similar thoughts about being outside. For her, the world is even more huge than it is for Kevin -- and even though she's a bit more used to being able to smell and hear better, she wasn't permitted outside, last month. Still sensitive from being locked in a tower even after all this time with freedom, the cub quivers with excitement, eager to go and put her nose on all the things.

She watches the other two scuffling for a few moments longer. When the other wolf's tail starts wagging, she concludes that they're only playing, and that her older self doesn't really need her help. A gleeful ball of black fur in the darkness, the cub prances off to explore the lawn, leaving her new toy forgotten.

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