Reunion of Two Twins
I shake my head again, trying to fend off these flashbacks. Why are these happening? Darned if I know. God, how I wish I knew a lot of things."Fillin?" I called through the foliage, "It's Alf, your brother! We need to talk." I heard rustling in a bush nearby, instinctively turning to look at the stimulus. This forest can really be scary this late."Come on, buddy!" I persisted, "I've got a new spell for you!" It didn't really seem that my offer helped any. The rustling again. A growl this time. A howl not too far away. Footsteps...paw steps? Yes, they were paw steps. There's a furry critter scampering about nearby. I stopped walking, closing my eyes to strengthen my beast radar. Being a beast tamer, summoner and mage, I was quite skilled in sensing my own surroundings for any warm-blooded friend I could find. There. Behind me. Ten feet in the direction of...no, wait, it's in front of me now. It's... I open my eyes. Right in front of me..."Hello." greeted I, "You're rather cute...for a werewolf." Standing before me was not usually something one would call "cute". It was, in fact, a werewolf. Not very big. Not very old, judging by its vitals. Wait, does it...like me?The beast waddled around me. It sniffed me, its tail wagging. It sat in front of me, tail wagging, like a pet dog that found a new playmate. I reached out to pet it, slowly, mind you. It growled mutely as I drew near, but, learning I was no threat, rubbed its head on the inside of my hand.Strange, thought I, it seems to like acting like a young wolf. I say young because, well, older wolves are not so naive."The spell." I whisper, reminding myself. As I pet the creature, I recite the spell in the language of ancients, channeling the magic around me. I felt my soul bond with the immense entity, pouring my emotion into the incantation. My curious love of the cute little creature helped to speed up the results.In short time, a light enveloped the pup, morphing its form under my hand. I was rubbing its belly now, it panting with delight. When the spell faded, an anthropomorphic wolf lay before me, almost purring with contentment. Its eyes were closed, and it had been lulled into a hypnotic state by the pleasure of my petting of its stomach. Evidently, canines really like it.I then noticed an undergarment that had formed on the creature's waist. A diaper. I knew that the spell put underwear on the creature, but not a diaper. Was this creature wearing a diaper at the time? Curious, I examined the garment. It looked like the exact brand my brother and I wear, and the wolf's tail wag when he heard it crinkle. Curious, I reached over to one of his padded feet, and tickled. He mumbled
something, moving his foot away. I thought I had heard what he said, but repeated the process to be sure. "Alf, stop it, that tickles.""So it is you, Fillin." I said. I sat beside the wolf, poking it until it looked at me."What, Alf?" he asked with annoyance in his voice.I shrugged, "Oh, you know, we're in the woods, you're a werewolf, Raina's a WeHu...the usual.""Huh?" asked my twin. I picked up one of his paws and waved it in front of his face. That explanation seemed to have sufficed, seeing his reaction. "Oh, crap! You weren't supposed to ever find out!""And yet I did." I dropped his paw. He blushed."Well?" he asked."Well what?""Aren't you goin' to kill me?"I crossed my arms and looked at him with that, "You're kidding, right?" look, "I once cursed a WeHu for killing one of your kind. Our uncle, in fact.""So that means...""I don't care that you're a werewolf, I still love you, Filly.""Please don't call me that." he requested.I ruffled his hair, "I'll call you what I want, brother dear." I helped him to his feet, "We should probably get going, I locked Raina in our house.""Dangit," said he, "you wouldn't happen to have a spare diaper on you, right?""Speaking of which, it appears you've been hiding your affection towards diapers from me." I accused."Fine, fine. I admit, unlike you, I couldn't openly admit to liking diapers.""Dude, we both have to wear them, why shouldn't we like them?""You know how our colleagues treated us when they found out." A sharp pain then seared through my ribs."Gah!" I exhaled, feeling my side. "Did you scratch me?""No, and isn't that stereotype?""They exist for a reason." I coughed."Well I didn't scrat- are you okay?" I ignored his inquiry, shoving a piece of paper in his hand before blacking out..."Alf. Alf, wake up. Dude, I know you're in there." I heard the echoic sound of my brother's voice resonate in my head. The thousands of Fillins urging me to wake up.
Too bad, I'm tired. "Alf, get up, you're bleeding. Badly.""Tired, wanna sleep." I protested."You can't, imbecile." I felt my body being lifted up with ease, moving at a rapid pace towards the north. Wait, how did I know that? Sleepy...yeah, I'm slee- No, wait I'm hurt! Gah, that really hurts!"Ah! My side!" I proclaimed."Oh, so now you notice." I heard the chorus of Fillins retort.I black out once again.I awake in a hospital bed, Fillin and my father's voices echoing through the vast spaciousness of the room. "What do you mean, 'you don't know?' You honestly don't remember your fifth birthday?" A chorus of my dad sang in off beat harmony.Fillin's choir replied, "No, I don't. I was five! Who remembers being five vividly?" They were obviously arguing, and for a while. I blinked open my eyes. The echoing faded, revealing that my brother and father had chosen right outside my door to begin fighting. Father yelling at son, lycanthropic offspring yelling back in tones equal or greater his human dad.I looked at myself, noticing immediately that I looked exactly like Fillin: rust red fur with white highlighted tips on random tips of the fur."How could you not remember something so significant as me granting your wish?"I was also wearing my favorite t-shirt, which was a little childish, having a baby werewolf take up a majority of the front. I almost never wore it outside the house. I was also wearing a diaper specifically designed to accommodate my tail, and had my favorite design on it: the moon and stars. I was wearing nothing else. I blinked a couple times, adjusting to the room's blinding whiteness."Which wish? I wasn't the one that wished to turn into a feral freak every night!""Well then who did?""Alf!"Hearing my name, I decided to join the argument. I slowly got up, cautious testing my strength. It seemed that I felt fine, and opened the door just before my dad's language became a bit creatively inappropriate for the scene."Uh, Fillin, why does this shirt fit me now?" I wasn't any shorter than my twin, whom was wearing an equally childish shirt, but I knew that I had outgrown this shirt years ago."A side effect of your domestication spell is age regression. That, and being marked by the target." said he."So I'm a werewolf now?""Not
quite." my dad chimed in, "That spell you found was in my spellbook, correct? Well, I designed it to turn werewolves into what we've recently discovered as anthros. It also reduces the target's age to ten years old, so there is that. Did you not read the entire thing?""It was a lot of warnings, I don't ever read them." I started."Well now you know that you should, right?" said Dad.I nodded, looking at the floor. I couldn't imagine how hard school's going to be if the kids gave us a hard enough time with being born unable to toilet train...