A short German Shepard TF story for internmatt over on DA, Seems someone is Selling TF candles at the market :P
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Becca didn’t expect to be thinking so hard over a candle. Like prior detours through the
flea market, she’d planned to wander between stalls and wonder about their wares, about the
stories and histories behind each worn and forgotten object. Yet here she was, trying to wrap
her mind around a wax cylinder as she turned it over and over in her hand.
Turning it over once more, Becca reviewed the evidence. Its label read “Happy Hearths,”
written in calligraphy and flanked by snow and holly. But the candle actually wearing the sticker
seemed to have little to do with Christmas. Browns and blacks wove through the wax,
pockmarked by spots of tan, and an outdoors-y scent kept any thoughts of a warm winter’s
fireplace at bay.
Becca turned the candle over one last time and hummed. Did someone switch around
pricing stickers? Can big candle factories make such obvious misprints? Becca was sure the
candle wasn’t defective; it really did smell nice...Perhaps she could ask for some kind of
discount, what with the holidays being months away and all.
* * *
“Tina! I’m home!” Becca shouted as she crashed through the door. Her arms ached from
the bags full of groceries she’d promised to get earlier that day, but she firmly gripped the bag
keeping her new candle safe.
“What took you so long, traffic?” was the muffled response from behind the bathroom
door.
“No, I stopped at the flea market on the way home,” Becca shouted back. Dumping the
bags onto the kitchen counter, she grabbed the candle, lit it, and walked it over to the living
room. “Saw some cool stuff!” she added, fanning the flame to spread its scent.
“You know I hate that place!” Tina stuck her head out the door, sulking. “Everything there
is dirty and….and old! I don’t want the apartment filling up with junk.”
“I just got a candle, jeez,” said Becca. “See how nice it smells?”
Tina rolled her eyes and sniffed the air. “I guess it does smell okay,” she grumbled, then
ducked back into the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower. Don't burn the place down!”
“Har har...That only happened once!” Becca shot back. Once she unloaded the
groceries, she turned her attention to preparing dinner, and soon the smells of cooking food
mixed with scents from the woodlands.
As Becca cooked, she began to feel...odd. Moving to the cutting board, her mouth
watered at the sudden, unwanted thought of tearing into the steak before her raw...or at least
very, very rare. And when did she start feeling so...itchy?
With one hand occupied with making dinner, Becca reached up with the other to scratch
at her ears. A grumble of annoyance became a pleasant sigh as her fingers reached a spot just
behind her earlobe. She leaned into her hand as it furiously batted at her ear, which grew warm
and twitched with its twin on the other side...
“Becca!” Tina shouted from behind the door, startling Becca out of her reverie. “Can you
get me another razor? This one sucks!”
“S-sure!” Becca responded, slightly dazed. Pawing through some of the groceries next to
her, she grabbed a razor set, the same brand Tina always bought. Had it ever given her
roommate trouble before?
As she headed away from the counter, Becca gave a sudden, surprised yelp. She’d felt
a sharp pain behind her, right above her buttocks, and now something pulsed and tightened the
seat of her pants. Hesitantly, she reached a hand behind her.
“W-what the...?” Becca gasped as she felt a lump just below her waistband, and it
twitched eagerly at her touch. Carefully, she pushed her pants ever so slightly down, and the
wiggling lump flopped out to wave behind her, three inches long and covered in black fuzz.
Becca stared in amazement as the fuzz grew thicker on her lengthening tail, her ears
pointed forward in interest...wait, what? Becca reached up with clawed fingers and grasped her
triangular ears as they poked through the hair on the top of her head.
“B-bark!?” Becca put both hands over her mouth for a second before trying again
“W-what’s happening!?” she said shakily, still looking at herself.
There was fur everywhere now, poking out of the gaps in her clothes as it grew like
weeds. She had to let go of her mouth as an uncontrollable urge to pant overcame her, and her
tongue lolled out of her mouth.
“Trrrina!!” Becca shouted, starting to walk towards the bathroom door before tripping and
falling flat on her now not-so-flat face.
Looking down revealed the problem, as her feet had slid out the front of her sneakers.
As her shortening toes strained at her socks, her feet cracked outward, and fur found its way out
of the seams. In mere moments, Becca could clench and wiggle her new rear paws.
Becca didn’t stare at them long before her ears swiveled towards a barking yelp coming
from the bathroom, followed by several crashing sounds.
Becca stood up shakily, her fully-grown tail acting as a counterbalance, which she felt
was the only thing keeping her up. Becca had to figure out what was going on...what could be
causing this? It was then that she got a particularly strong whiff of the candle, and her face
jerked outward into a distinctly canine muzzle.
“Rrrandle!” Becca half-barked, whiskers appearing along her snout as she winced. She
hobbled over to the coffee table, stuck her muzzle towards the wick, and blew it out with a huff.
Just then, the bathroom door burst open to reveal a wet-furred, woman-sized German
shepherd struggling to hold the towel on herself with half-formed paws.
“Bark!...Brrreccaaaaa!” Tina snarled, locking eyes with Becca before charging for her,
fangs bared.
Thankfully, Tina’s legs and feet were just as changed as Becca's, and she promptly
slipped in the pool of water that had formed under her. She slid into the coffee table, knocking it
over in a yelp of pain.
Becca gave a yelp of surprise herself and wobbled over to help her friend up, “Trrrrina,
you okay?”
“Urf...” Tina mumbled, gratefully holding onto Becca's own hand-paw as she stood up.
“Rrrrhut caused….ruff? I mean, this?”
“I think it rrras the c-candle,” Becca replied. “At least it seems to have stopped everrrrrrr
since I blew it rrout.”
“I thrrrink it did more than that,” Tina said, wiggling her fingers as claws and pads faded
away. Becca turned to herself, brushing off what hairs remained from her receding patches of
fur. Her feet starting to look less paw like and more human.
Tina sighed in relief as she sat on the couch. A more human yelp of pain escaped from
her this time, her tail wedged underneath her. Becca gave a gruff laugh as her roommate
grumbled and pulled the shrinking appendage from under her.
“It's not funny, Becca!” Tina snapped, a bit of a growl still in her voice. “Your stupid
trash-market candle caused all of this, anyway.”
“Yeah...Probably gonna be a while before I buy anything from there again.” Becca
sniffed and chuckled as her nose shrunk back into her face. “At least it’s reversible.”
Tina only mumbled in annoyance as she watched her canine features continue to
disappear, nearly back to her old self.
“You have to admit,” Becca teased. “It would've been fun to spend the day as dogs.” She
picked the candle up from the floor, dusting it off.
“It most certainly would not have,” Tina huffed, then rose from the couch. “Now if you’ll
excuse me, I'm going to wash this wet dog smell off of me.”
Becca just laughed as the bathroom door slammed. “Stubborn, are we?” she said to
herself. She placed the candle back on the table, a pointed finger tracing a drop of hot wax. “I’m
sure I can...get her to come around.” She grinned mischievously, her tongue rolling over
sharpened teeth and a darkening nose, as smells of the outdoors filled the apartment once
again…
* * *
Beeep.​ “You’ve reached Brrrecca and Trrrina! Sorry we missed your c-call, we’re out of town
​ f-fur...for the weekend! Leave a m-message and we’ll call you arf! Arf...After our trrrip.”
Beeeeeeep.
“Hey, uh, it’s Pete from the flea market. Just getting back to you about the candles. Truth is, I
got ‘em at an auction. Real cheap, too! Shipping container wreck or something. There’s plenty
more if you want...I mean, you sound a bit stuffy, and I’ve definitely got a cold therapy one
somewhere. Gimme a call, hope your trip goes well.”