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I'm finally caught up on Octransfur! That's... probably the last time I'll be able to say that. I've enjoyed this run of urban fantasy TFs and Post-TFs though. I might dip back in when I've got the time this month. As always, if you've enjoyed these feel free to let me know!
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Octransfur Day 6: Tail
“So, what seems to be the problem?”
The magic clinic was surprisingly similar to the regular hospital. Forms with clipboards, stiff waiting room chairs, and a high table to sit on with a fresh sheet of rolled out paper.
The big difference was the doctors and the patients. Eric’s doctor was wearing a white, vaguely medical robe, and a small white hat with a point at the top. It looked like a small version of a typical wizard’s large-brim hat. Its size felt like it was trying to optimize workplace safety compliance while still being decidedly wizard-ish.
And then there was Eric. The 26 year old software developer was sitting there in blue jeans and a t-shirt with a fox tail bashfully wagging between his legs. His hair was a rusty shade of orange, his ears had a distinct point to them, and his eyes were full of a feral looking amber.
“My uh- My tail’s stuck,” Eric said nervously. His teeth were noticeably sharp.
“Stuck on what exactly?” The magic doctor stepped forward. He looked to Eric for permission before curiously lifting up his fox tail.
Eric could feel it brush up against the man’s cold hands. How did doctor’s always manage to have such cold fingers?
“Uh, it’s stuck on me,” Eric explained.
“Oh! I don’t like to assume. Are you not supposed to be part fox?” The doctor asked.
Eric tried not to stare at him incredulously. “No?”
“Have you been bitten by any strange animals recently? How about any new sexual partners in the last month?” The doctor reviewed Eric’s clipboard.
“Wait, lycanthropy’s an STD?” He blinked.
“It’s possible to transmit even when your partner doesn’t have any outward signs. Although usually the howls during sex give it away.” The doctor was halfway to grabbing a pamphlet off the wall.
“I’m not a werefox!” Eric’s face when flush. “It- It’s an enchanted artifact.”
“No, that’s a fox tail,” the doctor looked down at his bushy appendage again.
“It is now.” Eric wagged anxiously. “My friend had a bachelor party recently. He wanted to hit up the werewolf bars. We all went out and got some of those novelty magic tails.”
“Hmm, belt or pin-on?” The doctor rubbed his chin. “Has this lasted for more than 24 hours?”
“It was the belt type,” Eric squirmed. “Umm- Yes? I mean- No? Not at first. The belt came off fine that evening.”
“Uh huh,” he nodded. “Stand up and turn around please.”
Eric did as he was asked. The tail was an extension of his spine now. The doctor-wizard lifted up the back of his shirt and confirmed that it was fully separated from the leather belt. There was a fine trail of red fur running up Eric’s back. The tail was running through a hole in his jeans that he had clearly cut himself with a pair of scissors.
“We bought ‘em outright instead of as a rental. It was cheaper that way since we were thinking of doing a novelty photo shoot at the wedding. I… got to keep it.” Eric wagged slowly.
“Sometimes magic in enchanted objects lose their potency. So it didn’t come off the second time?” The doctor scribbled some notes.
“Oh no, it’s been working great.” Eric’s face was flush. “The wedding was this summer. I’ve been wearing it on and off since then.”
The doctor narrowed his eyes. “How frequently?”
“Uh… Every night after work?” Eric gulped. “And then… I just started sneaking it to work. It fits under my pants.”
“Yeah don’t do that,” the doctor game him a small ‘Tch’. He pointed to the base of Eric’s tail, “It puts undo stress on your joints. So when’s the last time you took it off?”
“My folks threw a pool party on Labor Day. I took it off then, and put it back on that night.” Eric rubbed his arm.
“Labor Day… You mean the first week of September? Eric, it’s October.” The doctor stared at him.
“I know!” His cheeks went red again. “I… like having a tail.”
“I can tell,” the doctor chuckled.
He walked back over and ran his fingers over the appendage. His hands started to glow a faint green.
“I’m casting ‘Detect Magic’.” The wizard doc explained. He pulled his hand back and ran it along his robe. It glowed a faint blue when his hand got close. “See, you can spot the anti-stain spell on my robe.”
He ran his hands back down along Eric’s tail. It did not glow. It just wiggled as the man pet it. He even waved his hands over Eric’s belt for good measure.
“Your tail doesn’t seem to have any magic in it. Usually there’s some sort of reversal spell baked in to remind the animated fur that it’s just supposed to be a belt accessory.” The doctor pulled back his hands. “It must have faded away while you were wearing it. These sorts of novelties aren’t meant for long term use.”
“Uh- I’ve got another friend’s wedding to attend this weekend. I need to take it off for a bit.” Eric tugged his shirt collar. “It’s uh- Formal wear, rented tuxes, that sort of thing?”
“Well… Medically there’s nothing wrong with you. Your tail’s got a nice healthy coat. All your other vitals are looking good.” He double checked the clipboard, “You could use a bit more exercise, but you’re a nice healthy fox-man.”
“Uh-“ Eric squirmed. “So you can’t remove the tail for a day?”
“I could do some spell crafting and try to nudge you back into full fledged humanity, but your insurance only covers a small piece of the cost,” the doctor looked down at him. “It’s not really worth the expense if you’re just going to pin the tail back on the next day.”
Eric gulped. “So there’s nothing you can do?”
“There’s all sorts of things I could do,” the doctor stated writing. “But they’re your friends. Just tell them you’re a little foxy now.”
“You make it sound easy,” Eric wagged bashfully. “What if they think it’s weird?”
“You’re the least weird case I’ve had all day. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if you didn’t like it Eric.” The doctor smiled. He tore off a sheet of paper and handed it to him. “Here, I can at least give you a referral.”
The scribble was on the back of a form. It wasn’t official hospital paperwork. It was just a name and an address with a notable lack of “Dr” anywhere.
“A referral to what?” Eric looked up.
“A tailor.” The doctor laughed, “Your pants need a proper tailhole. I hear they do a great job on suits.”
Eric’s tail started to wag back and forth excitedly. “Really?”
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Octransfur Day 6: Tail
“So, what seems to be the problem?”
The magic clinic was surprisingly similar to the regular hospital. Forms with clipboards, stiff waiting room chairs, and a high table to sit on with a fresh sheet of rolled out paper.
The big difference was the doctors and the patients. Eric’s doctor was wearing a white, vaguely medical robe, and a small white hat with a point at the top. It looked like a small version of a typical wizard’s large-brim hat. Its size felt like it was trying to optimize workplace safety compliance while still being decidedly wizard-ish.
And then there was Eric. The 26 year old software developer was sitting there in blue jeans and a t-shirt with a fox tail bashfully wagging between his legs. His hair was a rusty shade of orange, his ears had a distinct point to them, and his eyes were full of a feral looking amber.
“My uh- My tail’s stuck,” Eric said nervously. His teeth were noticeably sharp.
“Stuck on what exactly?” The magic doctor stepped forward. He looked to Eric for permission before curiously lifting up his fox tail.
Eric could feel it brush up against the man’s cold hands. How did doctor’s always manage to have such cold fingers?
“Uh, it’s stuck on me,” Eric explained.
“Oh! I don’t like to assume. Are you not supposed to be part fox?” The doctor asked.
Eric tried not to stare at him incredulously. “No?”
“Have you been bitten by any strange animals recently? How about any new sexual partners in the last month?” The doctor reviewed Eric’s clipboard.
“Wait, lycanthropy’s an STD?” He blinked.
“It’s possible to transmit even when your partner doesn’t have any outward signs. Although usually the howls during sex give it away.” The doctor was halfway to grabbing a pamphlet off the wall.
“I’m not a werefox!” Eric’s face when flush. “It- It’s an enchanted artifact.”
“No, that’s a fox tail,” the doctor looked down at his bushy appendage again.
“It is now.” Eric wagged anxiously. “My friend had a bachelor party recently. He wanted to hit up the werewolf bars. We all went out and got some of those novelty magic tails.”
“Hmm, belt or pin-on?” The doctor rubbed his chin. “Has this lasted for more than 24 hours?”
“It was the belt type,” Eric squirmed. “Umm- Yes? I mean- No? Not at first. The belt came off fine that evening.”
“Uh huh,” he nodded. “Stand up and turn around please.”
Eric did as he was asked. The tail was an extension of his spine now. The doctor-wizard lifted up the back of his shirt and confirmed that it was fully separated from the leather belt. There was a fine trail of red fur running up Eric’s back. The tail was running through a hole in his jeans that he had clearly cut himself with a pair of scissors.
“We bought ‘em outright instead of as a rental. It was cheaper that way since we were thinking of doing a novelty photo shoot at the wedding. I… got to keep it.” Eric wagged slowly.
“Sometimes magic in enchanted objects lose their potency. So it didn’t come off the second time?” The doctor scribbled some notes.
“Oh no, it’s been working great.” Eric’s face was flush. “The wedding was this summer. I’ve been wearing it on and off since then.”
The doctor narrowed his eyes. “How frequently?”
“Uh… Every night after work?” Eric gulped. “And then… I just started sneaking it to work. It fits under my pants.”
“Yeah don’t do that,” the doctor game him a small ‘Tch’. He pointed to the base of Eric’s tail, “It puts undo stress on your joints. So when’s the last time you took it off?”
“My folks threw a pool party on Labor Day. I took it off then, and put it back on that night.” Eric rubbed his arm.
“Labor Day… You mean the first week of September? Eric, it’s October.” The doctor stared at him.
“I know!” His cheeks went red again. “I… like having a tail.”
“I can tell,” the doctor chuckled.
He walked back over and ran his fingers over the appendage. His hands started to glow a faint green.
“I’m casting ‘Detect Magic’.” The wizard doc explained. He pulled his hand back and ran it along his robe. It glowed a faint blue when his hand got close. “See, you can spot the anti-stain spell on my robe.”
He ran his hands back down along Eric’s tail. It did not glow. It just wiggled as the man pet it. He even waved his hands over Eric’s belt for good measure.
“Your tail doesn’t seem to have any magic in it. Usually there’s some sort of reversal spell baked in to remind the animated fur that it’s just supposed to be a belt accessory.” The doctor pulled back his hands. “It must have faded away while you were wearing it. These sorts of novelties aren’t meant for long term use.”
“Uh- I’ve got another friend’s wedding to attend this weekend. I need to take it off for a bit.” Eric tugged his shirt collar. “It’s uh- Formal wear, rented tuxes, that sort of thing?”
“Well… Medically there’s nothing wrong with you. Your tail’s got a nice healthy coat. All your other vitals are looking good.” He double checked the clipboard, “You could use a bit more exercise, but you’re a nice healthy fox-man.”
“Uh-“ Eric squirmed. “So you can’t remove the tail for a day?”
“I could do some spell crafting and try to nudge you back into full fledged humanity, but your insurance only covers a small piece of the cost,” the doctor looked down at him. “It’s not really worth the expense if you’re just going to pin the tail back on the next day.”
Eric gulped. “So there’s nothing you can do?”
“There’s all sorts of things I could do,” the doctor stated writing. “But they’re your friends. Just tell them you’re a little foxy now.”
“You make it sound easy,” Eric wagged bashfully. “What if they think it’s weird?”
“You’re the least weird case I’ve had all day. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if you didn’t like it Eric.” The doctor smiled. He tore off a sheet of paper and handed it to him. “Here, I can at least give you a referral.”
The scribble was on the back of a form. It wasn’t official hospital paperwork. It was just a name and an address with a notable lack of “Dr” anywhere.
“A referral to what?” Eric looked up.
“A tailor.” The doctor laughed, “Your pants need a proper tailhole. I hear they do a great job on suits.”
Eric’s tail started to wag back and forth excitedly. “Really?”
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