Doug woke up with a yawn. He hadn’t slept all too well last night, so he had slept in after Stan got up to get breakfast. Doug’s eyes were heavy as he entered the bathroom, but as he took a glance at the mirror, they shot wide open.
“Hey, Staaaaaan!” he called.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Stan called back from the kitchen downstairs.
“Uh … I think you need to come this!” Doug replied.
Stan came up the stairs and turned into the bathroom.
“What is…” Stan’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.
Standing in front of the sink was a dirty-blond wolf, smaller than most wolves – about the same size as a regular dog. His ears were a little bit bigger than the average wolf’s, and he had a familiar set of blue eyes and a matching collar.
“I, I think I’m a werewolf… er – corgiwolf?” Doug said.
“You look like Dogboy!” Stan said, flabbergasted.
Dogboy was Doug’s werewolf fursona when he was a human; since his change into an anthropomorphic dog, he hadn’t really had a use for a fursona in a while.
“Yeah, I do,” Doug said, looking at himself in the mirror.
“How did this happen?” Stan said, still astonished.
Doug turned to his friend. “I don’t know – I just woke up and this is what I saw in the mirror,” he said, motioning to his reflection. A light bulb seemed to go off in his head. “Do you think this has something to do with the fact that today is Halloween?”
“It could. Do you think this is the Genii’s work?” Stan replied.
“Probably. I can’t think of any other explanation for it – I haven’t been bitten by any werewolves lately,” Doug said.
“Do you think this is permanent?” Stan asked.
“Can’t be sure; I don’t think so though, or else this probably wouldn’t have waited until Halloween to happen,” Doug replied, looking back at his reflection. “If it is though I wouldn’t be too disappointed. I’m tall enough to reach the sink without a stool now.”
“Plus you have a real tail now,” Stan quipped.
Doug looked back at his lupine tail, which began to wag. “Hey, you’re right, I do!” Doug’s smile changed into a scowl. “Hey, what do you mean ‘real tail’?”
Stan looked up at the ceiling guiltily. “Oh, nothing.” He frowned and looked back at his friend. “Hey, wait a minute, how come you get to be your fursona but I don’t get to be Dart?”
Dart was Stan’s werewolf fursona.
Doug rolled his eyes. “Probably because I was sent here by a mischievous omniscient genii and you weren’t?”
“True,” Stan replied and settled back down. His ears perked up. “Hey, if you’re a werewolf, does that mean that you carry the lycanthropy virus?”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” Doug said, rubbing his chin. “I’m not sure it’d be such a good idea to find out.”
“Aww, why not?” Stan said playfully.
“You know why. We need to make sure there aren’t any catches.”
“You’re right… Tell me, have you had any cravings for human flesh?” Stan replied, half-jokingly.
Doug flinched. “What?! Stan, that’s just gross. No, I don’t feel any different – at least not mentally.”
“How do you feel physically?” Stan asked.
“Taller,” Doug replied. “Maybe a little bit more alert” Doug smiled, “– aware.”
“Awarewolf!” Stan said with a chuckle.
“Yup,” Doug said with a wag.
“You know, your muscles have filled out some, too,” Stan said, pointing to Doug’s previously-nonexistent abs.
Doug flexed his arms, and they actually bulged a bit.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” Stan said, running into bedroom. After some rummaging about, Stan returned with a small glass vial. “I want a sample of your DNA. Can you spit into this for me?”
Doug looked skeptically at the vial. “You realize you don’t have a lab to analyze it, right?”
Stan nodded, “I know. I’m going to store it in the freezer until I have access to one.”
Doug arched his eyebrow. “If you’re going to do that, I’d recommend you store it in the deep freeze.”
“Oh?” Stan questioned.
Doug took the vial and filled it with as much saliva as he could muster, then put in the cork cap. “Yeah. I don’t think Tom would appreciate you storing a vial of spit in the fridge freezer,” Doug replied.
Stan chuckled. “True.”
“Speaking of Tom, what are we going to tell him?” Doug asked.
“He had a last minute change of plan – he was invited to spend the night at a haunted house a few hours away,” Stan stated.
“Really? I didn’t think he was into that sort of thing,” Doug said.
“He told me one of his cousins will be there and he wanted to do some catching up,” Stan replied.
“Oh, that makes sense,” Doug reasoned.
“He left us in charge of handing out candy tonight,” Stan said.
“Ooh, I’ve always wanted to hide in the bushes and scare people,” Doug said with a mischievous grin.
Stan smiled, “I thought you might.”
Spoilers about Doug's Condition:- Doug transforms into a corgiwolf only on Halloween (12 in the morning to 12 midnight)
- Doug's tag changes to read 'Dogboy', and he can only use the name Dogboy when referring to himself on Halloween
- Doug does not carry a lycanthropy virus and the condition cannot be transferred through a bite
- Doug is not affected mentally (except for the urge to howl, and a slight craving for meat cooked rare)
- Doug is indeed a bit more muscular, and has much more stamina than in his corgi form
- Doug's scent is different, with only hints of his former scent - this means other dogs don't recognize him as Doug.