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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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Her rabbit is still bigger, Kevin, she will not be intimidated. She snorts, watching that fleeting expression of bliss cross his face only to be wiped out when he caught himself and pushed her hand away. It's just like their first meeting all over again--he simply can't stand to let himself enjoy the moment. She leans forward again.

"You like it. You know you do."

Flopping back into the sofa cushions, she reaches for the little toy she'd gotten for her younger self, when she'd realized that, for at least a night a month, they were to have a puppy in the house. It's a small rubber rabbit--black, of course, like their favorite doll. She gives it a squeeze, making it emit a shrill little squeak, pretending to ignore Kevin entirely, since he's too good for her head-scritches.

Kevin grunts. It is exactly the same as his usual grunts, except that it is a wolf grunt and not a man grunt. There are only two people who will get away with scritching Kevin's ears for him, he thinks to himself. One has a name that starts with Os and ends in wald; the other has every Break-shaped creature in the place eating out of her hand. Lacie does not fit either of these! Thus, he will roll over, the better to shun her entirely, because like Lacie, Kevin is a mature adult.

Then the squeaking starts.

The wolf turns over his shoulder at the noise, giving her a look that says clearly, The hell is that? He wants to know what it is. That's -- that's a really freaking obnoxious noise. No surprise given that it's coming from Lacie, but --

She raises an eyebrow, when the turns to look at her. So, the toy might not only be for her younger self... but if he hogs it from the tiny cub, he'll find himself thwapped with a rolled up newspaper. Holding out the toy, she gives it another couple of squeaks.

"What, do you want this? I thought you didn't want to play with me."

squeaksqueaksqueak...

"You can't possibly want it."

squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak...

"It's just a toy, anyway. I bought it for little-me."

squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak...

Dear gods, what an infernal noise! The wolf drapes his paws over his poor ears and groans. No, he doesn't want it, but he definitely doesn't want her to give something like that to the Brat! It would never stop squeaking.

Maybe he can get it away from Big Lacie and go bury it out in the yard. But no, she'd just keep buying them, wouldn't she? Kevin imagines Oswald standing at the back door with a cup of tea, linefacing at all the places where the lawn had been dug up. He'd also have to deal with Chicken, if he went out back. What to do, what to do...

She laughs, then sighs, eyes rolling heavenward. Apparently becoming a canine had done nothing for his wet rag of a disposition. Sliding down from the sofa onto the ground in a cascade of silk and ruffles, she tosses the toy over her shoulder and proceeds to vigorously scritch at his sides.

"You're no fun at all, you know that? You need to lighten up!"

Holy crap, that dress is loud to these ears. Kevin twists -- reminding himself to watch his teeth, because the last thing he needs is a full grown wolf Lacie making things difficult for him every month -- and attempts to escape her hold. The Devil Woman is as tenacious as always, but now, it occurs to Kevin, he is much larger than she is, and for once she can't fight back by simply diving into his clothes.

Aha.

Scrambling to his feet, Kevin shoves her over with one shoulder and plops down right on top of her. Then he noses toward the toy, curious about it now that she's no longer making it emit that awful noise.

"What--ACK!"

Suddenly she's covered in wolf! It only takes a moment of struggling to realize she'll need to call the Rabbit if she really, truly wants to make him get off. Instead, she squirms until her arms are free and goes back to scratching. There's almost always a spot on dogs that makes them thump their leg, and she wants to find his.

"Why can't you be this affectionate while you're a human?" she teases.

Kevin, who finds that he sort of enjoys her puny human scratchings in his thick, fluffy coat, is not actually being affectionate. He lets Lacie know this by draping one of his massive paws over her face. Shh, Lacie. Shh.

Meanwhile, he manages to catch one of the squeaky rabbit's ears between his teeth, and brings it closer for a more thorough investigation. It looks pretty reasonable, as far as black rabbit toys go, but the texture is kind of weird. Kevin can't decide whether he wants to chew on it or not. Also, he feels silly for kind of wanting to chew on it in the first place. Instead, he pushes its belly, slowly and tentatively, with his nose, and it lets out a sad squeak that's almost mournful as the tone of it drops low toward the end. Then he pulls back and stares at it, ears tilted toward it thoughtfully.

...hm.

Given that his paw is roughly the size of her face, she makes a muffled sound, the squirming of a moment ago developing into a full-blown flail. With a grunt, she wrestles the paw off of her face. He wants to play rough, huh?

Reaching out, she bats the toy away.

Now, he'll have to play fetch if he wants to examine it that badly.

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.

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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.

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