Fluff request for  Traxer that I started planning out then just stopped trying to stay logical pretty quickly on. Enjoy!

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No one knew its origin. Was it the last burst of a dying dimension? A superweapon launched from a distant planet? A curse sent by a fickle deity? In truth, it was all and none of these things—more specifically it was a Mysterious Cosmic Ray™ that came in from outside the solar system, pinballed around the asteroid belt (they are surprisingly reflective), and came zapping towards Earth. After causing some minor wi-fi disruptions the Ray phased through the atmosphere and refracted just enough to hit a single vending machine on a single downtown street, wherein it became trapped by the aluminium of a single diet soda can. A can which was about to be purchased.

Traxer sighed as he fed his coins into the vending machine. It had been a rather boring day filled with very ordinary things like laundry and web-surfing and television. There wasn't anything wrong with these things, of course, but sometimes one wanted to spend their weekends doing something a little more interesting. So Traxer decided to take a great leap into the outdoors and walk down the block for a soda.

As he sipped his drink and enjoyed the fizz of bubbles trickled across his tongue, something else and something alien slipped its way down his throat. What happened next is still debated. Some say it was intentional, meant to create a beast Earth’s defense had never anticipated. Others think the carbonation and aluminum disrupted the effect and saved the world from a far worse outcome. Traxer, of course, didn’t think any of this. He had downed the soda and was on his way home when tan fur started sprouting across his body.

Other things happened about this time too, of course. Traxer’s torso started to lengthen and his fingers were getting stubby and had his pants fallen down people would probably have seen the start of a tail. But fur is a very visible thing so it was his unexpected fuzziness that made the lad stop and take pause of the situation.

Now a mixture of bemused, confused, and amused, Traxer couldn't help but note the pinkening of his nose and the way it was pushing out into a blunt muzzle one normally associates with the family Mustelidae. It was around the time his ears rounded out and moved atop his head that Traxer’s lengthening body became too noodly to stand upright, causing him to fall forward onto conveniently finished paws. His clothes, of course, were quickly wriggled out of—if one is to turn into a ferret than they may as well do so without being wedgied by their own pants.

All of this, please recall, was taking place on a public street, so there were a great deal of witnesses keeping a good deal of distance from the transforming Traxer. Authorities were called but their response was understandably delayed until sheer volume convinced them this was not a prank call.

By the time the police arrived it wasn’t clear what help they could provide—Traxer had stayed on the sidewalk during his ferritifying so he couldn't even be charged with jaywalking. An ambulance was summoned but Traxer was in quite good health so there was no point in taking him to hospital. As the authorities bickered back and forth about what to do, Traxer decided to chime up and say that he’d really rather go home and make sure he could still use his computer with his paws.

As it turns out, ferrets are perfectly capable of using computers—most seem to just choose not to. This suited Traxer fine. If more ferrets started using computers then his new blog wouldn't be nearly as popular.