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Howl for A Birthday Preview
🕑 Added 2022-04-21 21:14:02 +0000 UTC“OH!” Rachel gasped, slapping her cheeks. “I almost forgot! Your prezzie!”
She ran over to her handbag and pulled something out of it, a card. She rushed back over to the table and handed it to Petra. “Here you go! Just for you, special gal!”
“Thank you!” Petra smiled, taking her birthday card. She opened it up and took out her gift, a picture of a wolf digitally altered to smile on the cover. The words above it read: “Show some fangs, but don’t growl!”
“Because it’s birthday time, so howl!” read the inside of the card.
Petra smirked, letting out a chuckle. “Heh, this is very nice! Thank you so much for the card! It was very sweet.”
“You’re welcome, but remember, it is a present too!” Rachel said with a smile.
Petra gave her a strange look and took another look at the card. She even checked inside the envelope too. Still, there was nothing there.
“I don’t get it. What is it?” She looked at her friends, who only had a smile on their faces. Their tails eagerly swished behind them. There was something here that she just wasn’t quite getting.
Unseen by her, on the inside of the card, there was a mysterious, almost invisible dust-like substance. When she opened the card, it went up into the air and floated about casually. Eventually, it started wafting towards her nose.
“Ummm, seriously,” she continued, “What’s the trick? Could you pl… pleee…eeeaaa… aaaaaCHOOOOOOOO!” The powder did its trick.
Petra let out a mighty sneeze in one big blast. Her nose wiggled gently, nostrils starting to flare up. Skin turned bumpy and cold, the tone blackening. It darkened and darkened as the tip and bridge widened, pushing out. The shape of her snout lifted up and flattened a little, forming a canine nose on her face.
“Excuse me,” Petra said, furiously blushing, “I don’t know where that came from.” She rubbed her nose with the back of her sleeve quickly. It felt… a little odd.
But so was the smell in the room. She gently sniffed the air, her new nose twitching. The scent of her cake was stronger, the rich, chocolate-vanilla flavoring powerful. She could pick up the breeze of the outside world from the window no matter how little it was open.
Her friends also smelled nice. Whatever they used for fur shampoo was… was…
“ACHOOO!” Petra sneezed once more. The feeling on that one was stranger though. When she let out that sneeze, she sensed a warm, fuzzy feeling running through her.
