Hey guys! Finals are over and I'm getting back into the swing of things with commissions. First up is the start of a comic series for my good man  theyellowcoat featuring his girl, Riley. What will she turn into? Find out next time on Sonic X! =P

P.S. Based off a story done by the very talented kooncds on FurAffinity =)

-The text from the story used for this page:

“And​ ​that​ ​was​ ​Bad​ ​Moon​ ​Rising,​ ​the​ ​classic ​from​​ ​1969.​ ​Stay​ ​tuned​ ​for​ ​more​ ​midnight

classic​ ​rock​ ​here​ ​on​ ​Night​ ​Howl​ ​Radio…”​ ​With​ ​a​ ​sigh,​ ​Riley’s​ ​pressed​ ​a​ ​manicured​ ​finger​ ​down on​ ​the​ ​next​ ​selection​ ​button.​ ​She​ ​began​ ​the​ ​series​ ​of​ ​pre-recorded​ ​advertisements​ ​and​ ​promotions the​ ​station​ ​required​ ​her​ ​to​ ​play.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​a​ ​selection​ ​of​ ​commercials​ ​for​ ​local​ ​businesses​ ​and political​ ​causes​ ​that​ ​became​ ​boring​ ​after​ ​only​ ​about​ ​forty-seven​ ​seconds​ ​of​ ​listening.​ ​The​ ​young woman​ ​watched​ ​her​ ​clock,​ ​silently​ ​counting​ ​down​ ​the​ ​seconds​ ​until​ ​she​ ​could​ ​return​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the actual​ ​music.

“Thank​ ​you,​ ​and​ ​welcome​ ​back​ ​to​ ​99.7,​ ​Night​ ​Howl​ ​Radio.​ ​Now​ ​we​ ​have​ ​an​ ​older​ ​and

more​ ​unknown​ ​piece;​ ​from​ ​the​ ​Alan​ ​Parsons​ ​Project-​ ​Children​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Moon!”​ ​Riley​ ​smiled​ ​and clicked​ ​the​ ​next​ ​song,​ ​kicking​ ​her​ ​feet​ ​up,​ ​and​ ​zoned​ ​out,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​enjoy​ ​the​ ​quiet​ ​stillness​ ​of​ ​the graveyard​ ​shift.

Riley​ ​was​ ​careful​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​her​ ​heavy​ ​boots​ ​off​ ​of​ ​the​ ​sensitive​ ​soundboards​ ​and​ ​computer

systems​ ​that​ ​populated​ ​the​ ​table​ ​before​ ​her.​ ​They​ ​were​ ​expensive​ ​as​ ​all​ ​hell,​ ​and​ ​any​ ​damage​ ​that came​ ​to​ ​them​ ​would​ ​be​ ​coming​ ​out​ ​of​ ​her​ ​pocket.​ ​There​ ​wasn’t​ ​even​ ​anyone​ ​who​ ​she​ ​could blame,​ ​should​ ​something​ ​happen-​ ​at​ ​this​ ​hour,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​only​ ​her​ ​in​ ​the​ ​station,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​guard​ ​in​ ​the shack​ ​outside.​ ​Even​ ​so,​ ​Riley​ ​did​ ​not​ ​mind​ ​solitary​ ​work.​ ​She​ ​certainly​ ​didn’t​ ​mind​ ​solitary​ ​work in​ ​a​ ​place​ ​as​ ​nice​ ​as​ ​this.​ ​The​ ​booth​ ​had​ ​two​ ​comfortable​ ​office​ ​chairs,​ ​a​ ​couch,​ ​and​ ​a mini-fridge.​ ​For​ ​many,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​an​ ​ideal​ ​place​ ​to​ ​work.​ ​However,​ ​Riley​ did​ mind​ ​boring​ ​work, though,​ ​and​ ​after​ ​a​ ​few​ ​hours,​ ​and​ ​with​ ​the​ ​moon​ ​having​ ​risen​ ​high​ ​overhead,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​becoming insufferable.

The​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​her​ ​arm​ ​was​ ​itching​ ​incessantly​ ​didn’t​ ​help.

Riley​ ​had​ ​gotten​ ​a​ ​shot ​​early​ ​that​ ​morning,​ ​a ​vaccine​​ ​for​ ​some​ ​disease​ ​that​ ​someone​ would​​ ​need a​ ​degree​ ​in​ ​linguistics​ ​to​ ​say​ ​the​ ​name​ ​of.​ ​On​ ​her​ ​upper​ ​left​ ​arm,​ ​she​ ​had​ ​a​ ​blue​ ​bandage, covering​ ​the​ ​swollen​ ​and​ ​itching​ ​injection​ ​site.​ ​It’d​ ​been​ ​free,​ ​and​ ​Riley​ ​was​ ​not​ ​one​ ​to​ ​turn down​ ​free​ ​medical​ ​care.​ ​Sure,​ ​she​ ​may​ ​have​ ​never​ ​heard​ ​of​ ​the​ ​disease​ ​it​ ​was​ ​for,​ ​but​ ​a​ ​vaccine was​ ​a​ ​vaccine-​ ​better​ ​to​ ​have​ ​it​ ​and​ ​not​ ​need​ ​it,​ ​then​ ​the​ ​other​ ​way​ ​around,​ ​the​ ​saying​ ​went.​ ​But now,​ ​with​ ​the​ ​way​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​was​ ​itching,​ ​hot,​ ​and​ ​sore,​ ​well-​ ​it​ ​worried​ ​her.​ ​Sure,​ ​the​ ​doctor​ ​had mentioned​ ​some​ ​minor​ ​side​ ​effects…​ ​but,​ ​was​ ​this​ ​an​ ​infection?​ ​Allergic​ ​reaction?​ ​Should​ ​she have​ ​taken​ ​the​ ​night​ ​and​ ​went​ ​to​ ​see​ ​the​ ​doctor​ ​in​ ​the​ ​morning?

Riley​ ​groaned​ ​to​ ​herself,​ ​before​ ​letting​ ​it​ ​become​ ​a​ ​quiet​ ​growl​ ​of​ ​irritation.​ ​One​ ​feminine hand​ ​worked​ ​along​ ​the​ ​pink​ ​streak​ ​in​ ​hair,​ ​while​ ​the​ ​other​ ​scratched​ ​at​ ​her​ ​arm.​ ​The​ ​swelling​ ​had gotten​ ​worse,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​girl​ ​had​ ​resorted​ ​to​ ​keeping​ ​the​ ​sleeve​ ​of​ ​her​ ​licensed​ ​band​ ​t-shirt​ ​up, trying​ ​to​ ​avoid​ ​irritating​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​further.


'Pay no attention to the writing on the wall'
The​ ​song​ ​continued,​ ​playing​ ​both​ ​in​ ​Riley’s​ ​headphones​ ​as​ ​well​ ​as​ ​over​ ​the​ ​radio.​ ​Riley’s​ ​head bobbed​ ​to​ ​the​ ​beat,​ ​even​ ​as​ ​she​ ​scratched​ ​at​ ​her​ ​arm.​ ​Her​ ​scratching​ ​became​ ​more​ ​frantic​ ​as​ ​she went,​ ​before​ ​finally​ ​she​ ​could​ ​take​ ​it​ ​no​ ​longer.​ ​With​ ​a​ ​quiet​ ​snarl,​ ​Riley​ ​ripped​ ​the​ ​bandaid​ ​off in​ ​one​ ​go.

Riley​ ​was​ ​prepared​ ​for​ ​some​ ​pain,​ ​but​ ​not​ ​the​ ​amount​ ​she​ ​received.​ ​The​ ​girl​ ​let​ ​out​ ​a muffled​ ​scream,​ ​eyes​ ​flashing​ ​as​ ​she​ ​felt​ ​the​ ​distinct​ ​sensation​ ​of​ ​pulling​ ​a​ ​few​ ​dozen​ ​hairs​ ​up​ ​by the​ ​root.​ ​That​ ​was​ ​a​ ​waxing,​ ​not​ ​a​ ​bandaid​ ​pulling,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​made​ ​her​ ​concern​ ​skyrocket.​ ​Brown eyes​ ​scoured​ ​red,​ ​raw​ ​flesh,​ ​and​ ​caught​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​something​ ​horrifying.​ ​Surrounding​ ​the​ ​injection site​ ​was​ ​a​ ​dusting​ ​of​ ​tawny​ ​hairs,​ ​arrayed​ ​in​ a​ ​​circle​ ​around​ ​an​ ​inflamed​ ​wheal.​ ​Even​ ​as​ ​she watched,​ ​the​ ​hairs​ ​grew​ ​longer​ ​and​ ​thicker,​ ​the ​pale​​ ​skin​ ​beneath​ ​becoming​ ​obscured,​ ​and​ ​then, totally​ ​coated.​ ​Riley​ ​had​ ​a​ ​baseball​ ​sized​ ​circle​ ​of​ ​fur​ ​on​ ​her​ ​upper​ ​arm,​ ​and​ ​no​ ​idea​ ​why.

‘The​ ​words​ ​seem​ ​empty,​ ​cause​ ​there’s​ ​nothing​ ​there​ ​at​ ​all…’ - kooncds