Firingwall
patreon
Night of the Craftsrodent (Outline)
🕑 Added 2022-09-21 11:11:34 +0000 UTC- Ellie Girard’s hand trembles slightly but she shakes it as she enters the bathroom.
- She takes a deep breath and relaxes. Everything is gonna be okay
- In the background, inane chatter from a podcast she’s listening to plays.
- Something about what the hosts have been up to in the past week
- Ellie calms down and smiles. The night is going well, better than nights of the past when the full moon was out.
- She’s finally figured out the perfect way to avoid any… outbreaks this time around. Stay home all day, keep blinds close, ignore and avoid all stressors and particular triggers, and do things she likes.
- For instance, she likes listening to podcasts, so she has one on involving some local people from her area that likes talking about current events and how they can tie into the past… though they spend quite a lot of time talking about themselves first before doing so
- Still, it was relaxing enough. Outside of that, tonight had been great!
- Though, to avoid risking anything further, she was going to call it a night early. Sure, only 8pm, but the night was already here and the moon shined high in this clear night sky
- She got toothpaste going on her toothbrush and started brushing them gently
- She’s thinking very positively and happily. She thinks she has a solution for the future going forward. She couldn’t wait to try this out next time
- Podcast in Background: And now, before we get into it, let’s take a moment to thank our sponsor for today’s episode: Lumber Land!
- Twitch. Her pupils dilated. Ah…
- Her front two teeth swell out, grow long, thick, wide, and strong. They move around her other teeth slightly.
- Oh...
- “For all your lumber, timber or just plain crafty needs, come on down to Lumber Land!”
- Her nose bulged out into a big beaver snoot, black, wide, and dense, protruding away from her mug.
- “Ah nuts!” Ellie spoke, dropping her toothbrush and feeling her nose and teeth
- Face pushes out into a brown muzzle
- Ellie angry looks at her tablet across the way in her room and rushes over to to turn it off. Last time I’m listening to this nonsense!
- Creeeeak. The floorboard creak as she runs over them, four pudgy toes with stubby claws ripping out of her socks
- The sound brings her to an immediate stop and she looks down at the floor
- Hmmm… creaky floors, wonder I should look at-
- She shakes her head and baps it. Stupid, stupid! That damn podcast has triggered it!
- She hurries over to the room and reaches for the laptop, her hand growing pudgy dark brown fur and stubby digits
- She flinches seeing that but moves past it and futzes with her tablet to turn off her podcast as the other hand changes. Bigger digits mean a bit difficult to work with a smaller device
- -
- Once done, she should sigh and consider building a stand for the tablet, since its awkward just leaving it flat on the bed
- Shakes her head again as her cheeks get chubby, forming growing taller and a little wider
- Every damn full moon, stupid werebeaver comes out! She starts to recount how she changed, finding herself out in a zoo that allowed certain animals to be petted, like beavers
- But her mind drifts off as she looks at the wallpaper and wonders if she should redo it. Looks pretty old and a fresh look would certainly spruce up the place she was renting!
- Shakes her head again… but the idea of fixing the place up did stay. Not like the owners really cared about the place anyway… a little work here, a little paint there and-
- She huffed and speaks in a gruff voice, “Well dang sun, ah say ‘is predicament is messin’ with muh head!”
- And there comes the voice she thinks, but doesn’t feel offend by it. It’s getting to the turning point.
- Belly swells and pops out from under her shirt, which she frowns and pokes at.
- Then her arms and legs bulk up a bit, giving them some strong definition and power that she does like.
- She can’t help but flex them, fur sprouting down her arms and up her legs, belly fur appearing
- “Heh, gud ta have dem boys back~. I’s can get sum heavy projects done with ‘em!”
- Frowns again, but the urge to build and create is very strong
- And it’s harder and harder to deny this does feel fun and exciting and energizing
- This is so stupid, so so so stupid! She rubs her head, her long hair shrink and shrink to a scruffy black mess of hair. If only I didn’t listen to that dumb podcast! Never again!
- Her rear gets wider and breast really deflate to moobs now, fur fully covers her
- At this rate, I’m gonna be up all night watching DYI videos and thinking about the fence… that broken, in need of work fence…
- She couldn’t help but wander over to the window and open it, the moon shining very bright
- Her form grows heavier, belly popping further out as she scratched it.
- She gives the moon no min and stares at the backyard fence. It’s horrible! There were a lot of blustery wind storms lately that knocked down a lot of them or wore down the already rotted looking wood. She tried talking to the owner about it, but no luck.
- “Betcha ah could give dat dang fence sum life again.” The words and thoughts are exciting to her, face getting chubbier and finishing its rodent transformation.
- Yeah! He feels warm. Dat fence is gettin’ sum fixin’ tanight!
- Oh boy… here… here’s ah go! I’m going… goin’ ta fix dat fence! I’m a beaver, not sum dang silly human!”
- Woomp! Beaver tail and big bulge fill out the sweatpants.
- The beaver man stitches his chin. Time to get to work… but first, a little trip! Good thing he made quite a bit of money from those late night jobs he did when he was in control~. Silly Ellie, thinkin’ she can keep ol’ Earl down!
- -Scene Cut-
- “Oh man, a bit late for all of this, aren’t you?” the cashier said, looking at the form he was handed
- “Well, dis guy can’t get here any sooner~” Earl chuckled.
- Earl stopped at a local hardware and supply store for some lumber and tools. He liked the place since it was usually open fairly late. Served him well
- The cashier nods and rings it up, Earl handing over the cash. This was a personal project so he had to dip into his personal funds that he built up quite a bit over his many outings, but it should be enough to get the project done.
- He plans on driving around with Ellie’s car to the back (careful while he loaded up since he wasn’t a rude beaver)
- “Well, good luck with whatever this is for,” cashier spoke as they finished
- Earl chuckled, “Danks, littl’ man! Hopefully, someone’s pleased with the results and is grateful enough to let me come out more often to help~.”
- THE END?.
