A fun AU based on lionkinglover12 lastest commission for Prowler7 on which my character find the tiny remains of Tannis and, well, you'll see!




Mirage looked down from his patch on Illusion's stomach. He searched for any signal of magic to absorb. It made escaping easier for Illusion when she was in trouble. If he was going to have even a slight change of being free, he had to prove that he could help. He detected a presence, but it wasn't right. It was dying.

"Illusion!" He said with urgency, turning a sickly green of panic, then realizing this and turning his calm, cool blue. "There's a being down there and... and they're dying."

Her eyes widened at the word "dying."

"What!?! Where?" She asked with urgency. In her blind eye, a map appeared and she closed her other eye. She tracked the magic, feeling it trying to hold on, but slowly giving up. "Nononononono." She muttered under her breath. She dove down when she pinpointed the source.

Running across the grass, she searched for a sign. She crawled, praying that she could find whatever was making this. She then saw it, a tiny speck of ash, glowing extremely faintly. She put it on her fur, then felt a sudden burst of panic, then a tiny voice.

"D-don't... hurt... won't.. give..."

The voice was weak, and she needed to get a bit of info before she could help. "What's your name?" She asked.

"T-t-Tannis..."

That was all she needed. "Mirage, now."

A tiny bit of liquid dropped from her finger and latched onto the bit of ash. The spark panicked, but then felt itself getting stronger. She got some more info. Transformed. Lost will until last few moments but too late. Coyote.

She gained more and more info, all of it true. Bits and pieces of consciousness and hope formed in the ash and it grew to a visible scale through general looking, then began to gain some features. A tail started to protrude, the goo changing color as the form grew.

Mirage saw an opportunity in the budding creature, being brought back from death's edge. "You could use this to twist him slightly in your way... ya know, get a pal."

Illusion pondered, but decided to let no influence touch this coyote. He had been through enough from what she was getting. At this point, she didn't need to help, the half-formed coyote was gaining true sentience.

"What... where am I? Where's Rodent? Who are you?" He said, almost completely formed, still dripping a bit of fur.

"My name is Illusion. Rodent... Rodent thinks you're dead, but we can find him. You were a bit of ash on the floor, went through three TF's. I fixed you."

He was shocked. This... uhm... furry dragon-horse? Saved his life? He didn't feel any different or drawn to the creature, so she didn't do any mind wiping.

Suddenly, a few words formed on the dragons' belly: what bout me? He stepped back, preparing for a spell, but the Dutchie just chuckled.

"Don't worry, Mirage can be startling, but he's the one who saved your life, in short. He's also been contained until he proves himself, he can't live until we die."

Tannis seemed confused, so she elaborated. "Dutchies can't really be killed, we are just... forcibly reborn. Killing makes us lose memories, but we can rebirth ourselves in a new pattern or life. If two die together, it's normally reproduction via third egg, but I forced our souls together, huh text man?" She got a pink shut up, and she knew she embarrassed him.

"So you brought me back for the sake of bringing me back?"

"Yep. And yeah, I am insane."

"So what about those hunters? They'll surely find me and panic. I'll be killed again!" He trembled, but Illusion reassured him.

"Show me where they are, and take this." A tiny lens fell out of her multicolored eye, and she gave it to him. "You'll get to see out of the blind eye."

-we're gonna reck dere face!-

"Sorry, he has to use broken English on longer sentences so they will fit." She flew off, finding the room of the criminals. She knocked on the door, praying that she could convince them to see the wrong of their ways. She sent a drop under the door. A bunny opened the door with a groggy "Ya?" It was a bit late in the evening; the sky gaining an orange tint in the fading sun.

"Hi, I'm looking for my pal Tannis. He's been gone for a while, and I've been checking the different houses to see if anybody's seen him." She grinned.

"Crap" flashed through Frost's mind, but he realized what he was looking at. A Dutchie! People would pay big for a Dutchie.

"Ah yes, come in, come in!" He said with cheerful hospitality. He led the Dutchie in and thought, "Sucker!" He then prayed that she couldn't read minds.

"Come on in, I'm currently alone at home. Here, you can come sit in these nice, soft plushies." His paws began to glow slightly, and Illusions' green eye stared into them, feeling safe in the pile of lost souls trapped in fabric, but she didn't know that, her limbs relaxing a bit. He came over and stroked her ear, sending in a bit of magic as the Dutchies' eyes began to flicker between her normal colors and a soft orange like the sunset outside.


"So what is it you were looking for?" He asked, waiting for his moment to strike like he did to Tannis.

"I..I'm lookin for my bud..." she said, head head tilting gently to one side, beginning to lose structure as something told her to become soft.

"Why do you need to worry about that? Just relax here, my plush, and join your pile again. You were so naughty, running off like that, but now I found you and you can cuddle again!" He said cheerfully to Illusion, and her limbs started to shrink. Yeah, why did she run off? She needed to stay with her huggy friend, and give him cuddles every day cuz that's what a wittle plush wike herself did!

Even Illusions' thoughts melted into the soft plush, turning into the mind of a child. Stitches forming on her limbs, her orange eyes turning to a fine glass, highlighting their beauty. This needed to be a plush of the highest quality, or else what was the point of being lovable? Her long ears became floppy, one tilted to the side and the other high in the air. Her tongue slithered out of her smiling mouth playfully, and the look was sealed in the fluff. In moments, she had gone from a living thing to a plush.

"Wow, two in a day, look at you, lucky duck." Maxi snickered as he walked in the door.

"Hey! This Dutchie is mine and you can't say otherwise!" He bared his teeth, but they weren't that threatening.

"Fine, little man, but know the next ones mine but you have to transform him for me." He said. Such a waste of a Dutchie, but he would steal her later. Then Pa came in.

"Wow, you actually dampened some magic!" He said, sensing very little energy coming from the newly formed plush. "Wait." He said, sensing another small source from below him. "We aren't alo-"

He was cut off as a long grey tail grabbed him and paws grabbed the roommates and a chuckle.

"A mighty weilder, defeated by a simple Dutchie. Shameful." Illusion chided from behind them, already sending a calming magic through her limbs. The trio, who were at first struggling, seemed to slacken. She nodded. "You would make a lovely item for my growing collection, but what?" She said, a blue eye glistening in the dark room.

Mirage you better not mess up.

"I've got it!" She said, setting the trio down and seeing them relax, already under the relaxation spell, only feeling warmth, comfort, and wanting to obey the one giving them that feeling.

She waved her paw, sending a few bits of inky magic from her fur to the three furs sitting in the room. They started to wrap around them, draining them of color and shrinking them into about a third of the size of the ink that she spread out. She needed some new colors for her palette. The troublemakers shrank down and returned to her paw in the form of a tiny capsule. She took a sample of the colors within, and then knew what she had to do.

"Found nearly killing a student, hordes of transformed furs, and overall misconduct." Read a note placed on three clay statues of a rabbit, otter, and crocodile. "Punish as seen fit."


A note was then placed on the door of a gloomy rodent.

"Don't worry, he's not dead."

And then a final note placed on the door of the victim.

"Can we be friends?"