The completed Poodle-ooo along with story, coloring, shading and all. I am very happy with how this came out for the drawing. As for the story? It’s my best attempt at the story of the drawing. I keep looking it over thinking there are things I could change, but I can’t seem to figure out what to change/how so it will be as it is. If you don’t want to read, enjoy the drawing! If you want to dare the short story adventure it is complete below.

Poodle-ooo: Story

Charlie was leaning against the low wall at the corner of the block. It was late at night, but he was a predator and wasn’t frightened of whatever might be lurking around him. Freshly out on the street after a brief stint in prison, he had stopped on the corner to relax with a moment of peace before returning to the gang’s headquarters.
Being a low-level member of the gang meant he had taken the fall when the last heist went bad. He was practically offered up to the police on a platter. But the gang was still his family. He understood the why, even if it didn’t make it sting any less. Before he went back and announced his triumphant return to the city though, he wanted to have some fun.
This street was one of his favorites for his harmless hobby, catcalling. By the time he had been released though, the prime time for it had passed. Most working people were at home, and the chance of a woman turning that corner and walking by him so he could appreciate them wasn’t particularly high. But he didn’t mind waiting here in the quiet before he dealt with the storm of questions he would receive at headquarters. He hadn’t broken of course. He hadn’t said anything and had taken the fall for the theft just like they had wanted him to. They were going to initially treat him like he had spilled his guts, flipped, and been wired up though.

The quiet night was broken by a sound he hadn’t really been expecting. The sound of footsteps around the corner. He took on his best leering stance, a lazy lean against the wall so he could appreciate both orchestra and balcony of a show if God should be good enough to grant him that much before he faced the questioning. As he watched the woman turn the corner, his prayers were answered. He figured he must have done SOMETHING good to deserve this. God just loved gangers who didn’t spill their guts to the cops.

She was almost as tall as he was, but the dress she wore hugged her lithe body, showing off what curves she had. He wasn’t going to complain of course, they were the finest he had seen in a year. She paused at the corner and made the mistake of making eye contact with him. She wasn’t from the city, she was just visiting. If she was FROM the city, she would have registered his presence, but not even bothered looking. She pulled the knitted scarf she wore tighter around herself as though it might protect her from him somehow, and continued walking past. He whistled at her appreciatively, as a man should when presented with such a fine show, then spoke in a tone loud enough that she couldn’t ignore it.
“Hey baby, don’t know where you’re heading but maybe I could tag along and show you what a good time is like?” She kept walking, completely ignoring him. The next part of the show was his favorite, he wondered if she would actually manage to continue ignoring him after he set the hook in, or make the mistake of attempting to argue with him. “Oh sure, just walk past me like I don’t exist. I was being NICE, but It’s just you and me on the street tonight you stupid bitch! If I followed you home there wouldn’t be anyone to stop me from doing whatever I wanted.” Name calling and a threat to incense her, then make her feel vulnerable and frighten her. She would either run or turn to confront him. If she didn’t draw pepper spray or a gun he was ready for the argument and was confident of his ability to overpower the little woman. She stopped and turned to look at him. Oh lucky night! She was one for a fight.
She gestured towards him and muttered something he couldn’t hear. Suddenly, everything was still. A siren in the distance grew quiet, and even the passing breeze stopped with an eerie suddenness. Charlie glanced around in confusion at the odd sensation of muted air around him. She approached him quickly, then stopped just outside of his reach, the edges of her lips turned down in a tight frown while she looked him up and down, examining him the way he had done her a moment before. Was she actually considering his proposal.
“I will give you one chance to speak an apology for the insult and the threat young man.” Young man? Who did this woman think she was? He was closer to thirty than he was twenty, not some stupid kid. He leaned towards her, stared her in the eyes and with a grin said.
“Stupid bitch.” As he said those words, the stillness around him set in fully. It was as though the air around him had grown solid, giving him barely enough space to breathe within an all encompassing prison perfectly shaped after his body.
“Just remember that this was your choice. I gave you the option.” She walked away saying something that sounded like toodle-ooo? Poodle-ooo? As she turned the next corner the stillness was gone, the sounds and breeze returned, and he was able to move again.
“Hey! Wait a second!” He pushed himself off of the wall to prepare and give chase, but a cramp in his stomach stopped him. His hand pressed against the pain as he felt a pressure building in his chest and breathing was becoming hard as though his sinuses were stuffed. His eyes had trouble focusing, but when they did he watched his hand in horrified amazement. His fingers had begun to stretch, or shrink randomly. He could feel every bone in his hand breaking, healing, lengthening, healing, shrinking, healing, and though he wanted to scream he couldn’t seem to even draw breath enough to do so. Pink fur began to peek out from the sleeve of his jacket, sprouting out from his wrist. Then, his eyes blurred once again from an incredible surge of pain as his skull broke, healed, lengthened, healed, reshaped, and finally healed again. He felt hot, but wasn’t sweating. His tongue extended out from a newly formed muzzle as short, light pink coat of fur began to grow along it. He began panting, reflexively knowing that it was the only way to disperse the building warmth. All the while, the cramp in his belly spread downwards to his loins, the pain of it all unbearable. He tilted his head back and somehow managed to make the first noise since his torment began, a canine whine, before he completely blacked out.

Charlie woke up slowly, eyes blinking away sleep. It was still nighttime, as the streetlamps were shining their light down on him. He stared over the pink muzzle, and black nose that were unfamiliar. He sat up, then let out a yelp when he sat too hard on his tail. His tail? He was on his feet in an instant, looking over his body. As his pink hands pulled his jacket open and stared down at himself, but he couldn’t see any other changes past the new assets he had grown. A voice carried on the wind, reaching his ears as a whisper.

“Poodle You.”
End