Mika looked at the small box. He could see inside the plastic wrapped top that there was a small doughnut inside. Its chocolate-covered surface looked homemade. Looking up, Mika could see the werewolf's face. His eyes were rounded and large.

"Not... the puppydog eyes, Sarge... please. I know what you're capable of. This is one of your donuts, isn't it? The ones that fatten people up?"

"If I ate one from the same batch, would you eat yours?" The werewolf looked taken aback, but Mika noted his persistence.

"Oooookay, sure.... But give me one from the box next to the one you'll eat."

Sarge shrugged, pulling out a box of chocolate donuts. "Made a dozen if you want more after this!" He pulled a doughnut out and handed it to Mika before taking one out for himself. Without waiting for Mika to bite into his, Sarge shoved the whole doughnut into his mouth. He then looked at Mika expectantly.

Mike returned the gaze with a bemused expression. "You... didn't even wait?"

"That's how good they are!" Sarge winked at Mika.

Grumbling, Mika stared down at the doughnut. Closing his eyes, he bit into the doughnut. It tasted just as good as people had said it did. A very rich chocolate ganache atop a perfectly fried ring of dough, giving off slight hints of nutmeg and cinnamon.

"It tastes great, Sarge. Thanks for the birthday gift!" Mike smiled, swallowing his piece of doughnut. He then stared back up at Sarge and was about to speak... but he felt his heart sink when he saw the werewolf was now sporting a rather prominent beard and mustache combo. The longer Mika stared in stunned silence, the more he noticed small grey hairs grow their way into the werewolf's beard and belly hair. His eyes started to sink, giving way to an older, more aged face.

"Oh, come on! Seriously?!" Mika wanted to protest more, but his body started to feel strange. His joints started to hurt slightly and his vision became weaker. He could feel tufts of fur on his mouth brush against each other as a beard started to form. Dismayed, the hyena grabbed at his face... and then at his belly, as he felt it begin to swell and grow, sagging more and more as his skin's elasticity began to fade with age.

Mika looked back up at Sarge, seeing the young 26 year old now looked like an old man in their sixties. "Old timer...."

"Speak for yourself, old man!" Sarge said in a deeper, more gravelly voice than he had only a few moments ago. "You're lookin' swell!"

Mika turned away from the werewolf, now fully examining his aged figure. This wasn't what he had planned for his birthday. "Y'know, you aged yourself forty years by eating YOUR 'aging donut' just to trick ME into also eating them?" Mika turned back to the werewolf. Folding his arms, he continued, "I think there was a flaw in your plan, old man!"

The werewolf gave Mika a wry grin as he lifted his hands. Pulling his index fingers out and extending his thumbs, the werewolf pointed finger guns at Mika and chortled. "There can't be a flaw if I didn't have a plan to begin with, gramps!"

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Birthday gift for  mongrel-mika! Sarge may have heard around the grapevine that they were having a birthday.... He had to make a gift.

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Mika ©  mongrel-mika
Sarge/art/story ©  pikminpedia Me