Family Values

Quilava TF Request.

"Alright, I think that's enough for tonight." I said, finishing a post on deviantART. I was a bit of the gamer type, not the nerd one but the guy who would rather play a video game other going to the pool or hang out with his friends. This, apart from living in a snow covered area and being an only child, was not the worst of my troubles. What annoyed me the most of seemingly anything was my parents almost consistent arguing that had recently started. My mother heard a rumor that my father slept with another woman a few weeks back from one of her friends. She wasn't black and white about it, but she always had a tendency to automatically assume something she can't prove was even true. Both of them started to argue about other, non related things afterwards. How bad the house was, my father's constant drinking problem, and going back to the cheating subject.

At first, I thought it would blow over in about a day or so, but I was far from that. It carried on week after week, their voices drilling into my head at full power and embedding themselves in their. I could tell it was nearing the breaking point, and it was. I suddenly heard the crashing of an object hitting the floor and breaking, followed by the shouting of the words "THAT IS IT!"

I almost jumped out of my chair and fell onto the wooden floor. Interested on what this argument was about, I peeked my head through the door of my bedroom to listen down the hall. "You don't even know how to raise a child! Have you even spent anytime with Alex in the past month?" I instantly gasped when my name was referenced. "Ahh who needs him? All he does all day is sit on his ass and plays stupid computer games! What has he done to contribute to this house?" My dad sounded furious at this point. A tear rolled down my face, my dad's harsh words sinking into me like a sponge.

"How dare you insult our child! I can't even believe you would say that!" My mom screamed. At that moment, I didn't even want to hear anymore of the argument as I closed the door of my room. My mind was in a fuzz at that moment, still thinking about what I heard my dad said. I started to believe that he didn't love me as a son, rather he thought of me as a useless sack of crap. "Why can't my family just put their fusses and differences aside?" I said out loud, seemingly going to nobody. Little did I know that what I said would be heard. Sighing, I walked back over to my computer and logged off of deviantART.

Normally on a night like that, I would of been playing something on my computer by then but since I heard what my dad said about me, all I felt like doing was going to bed and not moving what so ever. I shut down my computer and just slugged into my bed. While laying there, I heard the argument still going in the other room. I simply laid in my bed for about two hours until I passed out. I had the weirdest dream ever that night. It was me and my parents having a picnic outside in a beautiful meadow.

My parents seemed to be very happy, not arguing for once in a life time it seemed like. The meadow seemed normal, but something appeared to be wrong with it. It didn't feel natural almost, as if it were synthetic. The blades of grass looked too bright and the clouds were too white it seemed. Suddenly, a strange, weasel like creature popped out of a nearby bush. I told my parents to look but they simply ignored me, as if I wasn't even there. The creature had what seemed like flames coming off the top of its head and rear. I gasped when it suddenly looked at me with its blood red eyes. It snarled its teeth and began to make a mad dash directly towards me. I screamed at my parents to look but they were still talking with a huge grin on their faces. It leaped into the air suddenly, riffling right towards me.

Just as it were about to pummel right at me, my dream abrupty ended and I woke up to the morning sun light beaming in from my window. Grunting, I slowly crawled out of my bed to check the time. 10:21. When I got up, I noticed I still had my glasses on. I started to think about the small creature from my dream. At first, I thought it was a sign of some sort of what was to come. But I then shrugged the thought off, thinking it was nonsense. A flaming weasel? That's impossible I thought to myself, opening the door into the hallway. When I made my way down, I saw that the object that broke was an oriental vase my aunt gave us, for some reason still laying on the ground smashed into pieces. "Mom? Dad?" I called out, hearing no response what so ever.

I walked to the window of the front yard to see that both of their cars were still here. Suddenly, I heard a scuffling sound coming from behind me. I quickly turned around to see what it was, only to find nothing there. I knew and felt that something was in my presence, just that I couldn't see it. Slowly and cautiously, I walked back into the kitchen, forgetting what I just heard and moving on. I heard it again and when I turned around, I caught what it was. It was the creature that I saw in my dream! The creature stood up on its hind legs in a sitting like position. "Umm...hi?" I said, not knowing what else to say. The creature waved its front paw at me, saying hi back. "Whoa! You can understand me?" I said with shock.

The creature nodded in reponse. "So umm... what are you called?" I asked, thinking it's a dumb question. "Quilava!" It called out to me in a high pitch tone. "Well then, Quilava, how did you get here?" I asked the fire weasel. Without any warning what so ever, the creature suddenly charged towards me and bit my leg. "Ow! What was that for?" I yelled at the Quilava, its innocent eyes looking back at me. Before I could say another word, I suddenly began to feel very hot on the inside. I put my hand over the wound only to find it not to be there, rather a yellow marking in the location where it was. "What the?" I said out loud.

Suddenly, I heard a crack from my arm, shooting pain coming from it. The pain crawled all over my arms, as I stuck them out infront of me, in horror and disbelief on what I saw. Yellow fur was sprouting out of my arms, crawling up to my hands. I felt the fur growth all over my body, as if someone put a blanket over me. The pain suddenly struck both of my hands as I gazed at them. All of my fingers shrunk downwards while the nails extended. Pads started forming on my hands, as they turned into paws. I looked at the Quilava, now sitting again. "What is happening to me?" I said, beaming down the Quilava. "Qui- Quilava!" It yelled back. "Is that really all you can say?" I responded. The Quilava nodded its head. Out of the blue, it felt as if someone just shot both of my knees, as I collapsed onto the floor, withering in pain. I felt my knee joints shoot into a stiff pose and then disappear.

Both of my legs started to shrink while my feet followed the same fate as my hands, turning into paws as well. This action caused my pants and shirt to simply fall right off of me, as my seemingly mutated body was too small for it. My internal organs and my lungs suddenly shrank, fixating to my smaller body. I stood up now on all fours, feeling quite strange doing so. I felt as though I were an ant, looking up at the world rather than at it or down at it. It didn't last for long though, as the pain of my spine shrinking made me crash to the ground once more. I had to of shrank at least three feet, now the same size as the Quilava looking at me.

The pain from my spine moved to my head, as the final part of the transformation unrolled. My hair instantly popped out of my head, slowly drifting to the floor, as the shape of my skull started to change. My glasses fell off of me, as my whole jaw and my nose started to pull outwards, my nose growing a large amount, as my eyes moved and grew to fit the new skull in the right position. My teeth gained sharpness to them, as well at the rest of my mouth changing I felt my ears gain length and move up to the top of my head, now in a stiff position. The heat on the inside of me increased, as I felt the transformation end. "What happened?" I said to the Quilava standing over me, knowing that it can now understand me. "Go look for yourself." The Quilava replied.

I started to walk towards the bathroom, the feeling of me walking on all fours seemed odd at first but yet natural at the same time. I wiggled my way through the door and hopped up on the counter to be looking at a Quilava starring back at me with wide red eyes. Yellow fur covered the front part of my body, while blue fur shrouded the back. I noticed that a small red dot and a an elongated dot appeared on my forehead, as well as four smaller dots on my lower back. I actually looked cute in a way, almost like a stuffed animal. "I wonder." I said out loud, conjuring up an idea. Summoning the heat from within my new body, I saw that flames erupted from the dots on me.

The flames shot up very fast, causing me to fall off of the counter and onto the bathroom floor. "Ouch." I said, thinking how silly I was. I felt that the flames didn't even hurt me at all, rather the feeling of them being their felt comforting. I quickly fox trotted back into the room where the other Quilava still stood. "So why did you bite me?" I asked, withdrawing the flames back into my body. "You said to put you and your parent's diffrences aside right? So I did." The Quilava responded. "Where are they? I want to see them." I was still amazed that a little fire weasel would do this to me and my family. "Outside." The Quilava said. I started to sprint to the door, desperate to find my parents.

I slipped through the backdoor and into my backyard, to find two Quilava's looking up from the ground. "Alex! It's you!" I heard my mom shout. I ran over to them and playfully tackled both of them, the unison of our giggling followed. "What do we do now?" I asked, all three of us now getting up. "Lets spend time together, as a family." My dad said. And that is where I am now, spending time with the two people I care about and love the most.