A short sequel to the Sarah and Gustav story for  Desmondfallout

This time Sarah's attitude gets her a bit more than a new hairstyle.

Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20163109/

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Sarah smiled to herself as she relaxed under the warm towel that the barber had put on her face, it was nice to get off the road and take a bit of personal time for herself, especially when she had to deal with her oaf of a partner Gustav. This was the first haircut she had had in months, granted she had been a chocobo for the greater part of that time, having only managed to turn back a few weeks ago.

“There we go miss sarah” The barber said interrupting her from her time of peace as the towel was taken from her face so she could look in the mirror.

“What is this!, I look Like a MESS!” Sarah shouted as she looked at her reflection, the barber had cut her hair too short, she liked it just below her shoulders and this was a good deal above them, and styled into a ponytail no less “What kind of hack barber are you” she yelled at the poor man.

“I’m sorry you don’t like it, but you just said cut it when you came in, you didn’t give me any instructions!” the barber retorted growing annoyed at the tall blonde.

“I didn’t think i needed to tell you not to ruin it!” she huffed crossing her arms.

“Please let me give you a free wash, no charge” the barber said putting on a devious smile which flew right over Sarah’s head as she was too absorbed in her hair to notice.

“It’s the least you could do…” She remarked harshly placing the towel back on her face, ignoring the grumblings from the barber as she felt him begin to wash her hair. Little did she know the barber had had enough of her attitude, and was planning a little revenge as he grabbed a different dark blue bottle in addition to the shampoo.

Sarah huffed as she left the barbershop closing the door rather violently behind her, that would be the last time she ever went to some village barber, the salons of the big cities would be it from now on. Though she had to admit, whatever kinda shampoo he had used had done wonders, she couldn’t remember the last time her hair felt this silky smooth and soft.

“At least something good came out of that…” she mumbled to herself as she twirled to ponytail in her hands, suddenly stopping as her nose caught a smell that stopped her in her tracks. “What….is…*sniff*...that” she said her nose leading her into the market as it began to darken.

By the time Sarah had found the source of the wonderful smell deep within the chaotic layout of the village market, it was obvious to the outside observer that something was going on. Her nose had darkened to a deep black and had grown wet, the grey furry elvish ears were certainly a new addition, as were the sharp fangs that now filled her mouth. But the merchants were there to make money, they didn’t care from whence it came, even if it was from someone with increasingly canine like attributes. So when sarah approached the stand selling the delicious looking roasts the man just smiled and handed her her order, smiling as he put her money in his satchel, ignoring the woman viciously tearing into the leg of mutton as she walked away behind him.

Sarah could never remember mutton tasting this good, but she didn't care as she ate it greedily, a longer tongue licking her face clean of juices after each bite. As she resumed her way back to Gustav’s and her camp, she found herself having to use 2 hands to keep a grip on the leg, her grip kept slipping every time she took a bite, especially once she began gnawing on the bone.

It was only after she dropped the bone for the fourth time that she began to realize something was wrong. Why was she eating a bone that had been on the ground 4 times already, better yet, why was she dropping it so much. Holding the bone in her mouth and looking at her hands she saw why, her fingers were shorter and stubbier by a fair degree than before, and turning them over revealed small pads of rough skin growing on the underside. Not to mention the grey fur that seemed to be covering her arms disappearing under her sleeves.

“Wrrrraaat Trra?” she growled, as her now completely wolf ears folded against her skull in anger. Looking at herself more she could see other things, like she was sure her clothes weren't this loose before, and her feet had freed themselves from her boots while she had been distracted eating, her feet even more paw-like than her hands. Sarah grimaced as her face pushed forward into a small muzzle, giving off soft pops as it did.

“I Grrrot to Grret Grrrustavv” she said in a panic, and began running towards camp, dropping the bone from her mouth. Even though she was the mage of the pair, another glance at her hands confirmed she wouldn’t be able to cast anything for the foreseeable future, so her best bet was to at least let him know what happened so he can try and get someone to fix her.

Sarah had made her way to the outskirts of town when she began to run into another problem, she was constantly tripping over the legs of her pants, and in addition to slowing her down, it was harder to stand back up each time she fell, her tail had grown in now and was whipping back and forth over her waistband as she ran, trying to help her keep balance.

“BARK!” Sarah shouted as she hit the ground particularly hard again. Her increasingly paw-like hands caught up in trying to hold her pants up to break her fall. “Grrrrr….Rupid Rhings” she mumbled as she kicked them off, she was covered in thick grey fur now anyways, there was nothing showing as she unsteadily got to her feet and began her wobbly run towards her camp which was just over the next rise.
The Camp proved too far for her though, as she fell to her forepaws soon after reaching the top, the advantage was she got to camp much quicker running this way, and soon came upon the sleeping form of her barbarian partner.

“GGrrrrrroooosostoooooooo” she howled as she skidded to a stop next to him, sending him jumping to his feet his giant axe ready to bare against the threat as he looked around.

“Wvat you want Volf?” he said annoyed, spying her “Vhy you have on Clothes” he asked lowering his axe and scratching his head.


Sarah rolled her eyes and tried to speak, it only coming out as a series of barks, howls, and growling.She also found gesturing wasn't very useful thanks to no hands and the limited movement of her forelegs. But she tried her best to get her point across as Gustav stared at her curiously.

“Vait….I know dis shirt” he said reaching down and picking up sarah quite easily by the back of the shirt. “Dis is ugly shirt Sarah alvays wear” he chuckled as Sarah Growled and bared her teeth at his comment.

“Yes, you are most definately Sarah, especially vith Dat Blonde stripe on head” he laughed as she gave off a annoyed bark “Vell Vhat happened dis time?”

His answer was to just have his partner bark and growl at him more, which made him laugh as he put her down. “I might leave you like dis for while, nice and quiet from your talking”

Sarah then proceeded to bite his leg which sent Gustav howling in pain “FINE….Ve go to town mage...I need haircut anyway….he is barber too” he said wrapping the bite.

All Sarah could do was whine...this was gonna be a long day.