deercountry | October Catchall

The masks and facepaints from last year had been fun, to the point where Luke didn't hesitate to be a little more creative with what he wanted to do this time. It was why he eventually found himself sitting down for some face paint, musing over the options for a bit. He settled on the puppy face paint as a joke, mostly; something so that he could pop up on Maul or Reaper, have a laugh about it, and wash it off later on.

He didn't expect the joke to be on him.

It started as an itch first, just at the base of his spine; uncomfortable, but not too hard to ignore. Then the top of his head started to itch, followed by his ears, and got irritating to the point where he had to stop browsing around the Black Parade celebration, ducking between some buildings to figure out what the hell was happening. He found himself scratching fruitlessly at his head as if it would help, though he quickly got fed up with it, one hand drifting down to scratch at an ear while the other went fishing for his omni.

Though, he soon found himself stopping cold when he suddenly found himself holding his ear.

Luke stared at it, absolutely dumbstruck, dimly aware of the other one falling off but not really processing it at the moment. Transforming when he was half crazed and very nearly out of his mind had been a dim, vague thing, to the point where he didn't even occur to him that something similar was happening now until the pain started. He let out a gasp as reality suddenly kicked in, his head feeling like his brain was drowning in the worst headache one could ever imagine as the base of his spine felt it was on fire. Pain in his knees followed soon after as he dropped to the ground, dimly aware of the fact that his mouth was open in a scream, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even get a sound to come out.

So instead he sent out a plea to the Force, hoping that someone, anyone was nearby to hear him.

Help! Help me, someone! Please!!!

Maul had been friends with Luke long enough now to be attuned to him in the Force. So when he felt the young Jedi sending out a mental distress call, he immediately dropped anything he was doing and raced out to find him. He sent a thought to Reaper down their bond. 'Think Luke might be in trouble. I'm going to find him.'

It didn't take him too long to track the Force signature down to its owner. When he found Luke, at first he thought he'd been attacked or he was experiencing one at the moment. "Are you alright? What--?" Then he realized the new ears and tail which had sprouted. Not just any ears. Puppy-dog ears.

He took in the sight. He knew this should have been a serious situation and that he should have been treating it with some gravitas. But gazing at Luke up and down, Maul eventually just broke down in a roar of laughter. He was laughing so hard he had to reach out a hand and lean up against a wall to keep himself upright. This was really just too much.

Luke wasn't aware of much, thanks to the way his head was swimming from the pain. He wasn't aware of the tail behind him, sweeping back and forth excitedly at the sound of Maul's voice. He wasn't very aware of the floppy ears that near blended with his hair pressing against the top of his head in protest over how loud Maul was laughing. All he could really figure out right now was that his head hurt and his ears had fallen off.

"Maul...!" he whined in protest. Whatever had just happened was not very funny from his end of things, thanks!

Maul began to calm back down, though the sight of the tail wagging was nearly enough to make him lose it again. But then Luke had a whining tone in his voice and all that did was make Maul think of him as a sad, whining puppy-dog, so again he started laughing. "I'm--I'm sorry, it's just--!" He was going to need a few more minutes here, this was too much for him to handle.

As he laughed, he sent Reaper another thought. 'You have got to see this!' Maul sent down the bond gleefully. There was no way his mate would want to pass up the opportunity to troll the young Jedi right now.

Eventually, he was able to stop laughing and approached Luke. He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and looked him over, making sure nothing worse than the tail and ears had come in. Granted, this had happened to Maul a number of months ago, so he knew it might just be a matter of time before Luke turned into a full-blown puppy, but he wasn't going to mention that unless other signs started showing up. He tugged on one of the new ears gently. "How do these feel?"

Luke let out a faint whine as his ears were tugged at, but--

...wait.

He looked down at the remains of his human ears on the ground, mouth working, but no sound coming out. Finally, he let out a yelp, rubbing at his face.

"G-get the face paint off!" he begged.

"Alright, alright, don't lose your head now," Maul said. He knew such transformations weren't always pleasant to go through, so he did have some real sympathy. There was a water spigot nearby, so Maul turned it on and tore a piece of cloth off his pants to serve as a rag. "Come here." Once it was damp, he started to wipe off the paint on Luke's face.

"You'll likely be stuck with what's already happened for the foreseeable future but I doubt it will last forever," he said as he got most of the paint off. The other thing about transformations in Trench was that they rarely lasted a short amount of time. It appeared their Pthumerian hosts liked to watch them shift forms, perhaps allowing them to feel for a little bit like the Pthumerians themselves even if it was done unwillingly.

As usual, Maul was being followed around by a couple members of his cult. He gestured one of his followers over and whispered something to them. They nodded. "It will be done, Lord Maul." Then off they went. Really, if Luke had turned into a puppy dog, there was only one appropriate way to respond to the situation and that was to get him a collar.

Luke closed his eyes as Maul helped him clean the makeup off, his tail absently swishing back and forth happily. By the time he opened his eyes again, the follower had already left, and he was too preoccupied with making sure that all of the paint was off that he hadn't sensed anything amiss. It was a moment before he finally leaned back on his heels, letting out a breath; other than the transformation that had already happened, he felt like he would be okay.

"T-thanks, Maul," he finally said, his ears limp against the top of his head, reflecting his mood.

"Don't mention it," He told Luke. "It could have been a lot worse. You might have been on all fours and barking by the time I was able to help." And yes, he was fully well-aware of the double-entendre he was saying. He pat the ears one more time to make sure nothing else had happened but it appeared Luke was going to be alright now. Aw, such a soft little puppy.

It was about that time that Maul's cultist came back with what he'd told them to find. "Is this what you requested, Lord Maul?" One of the followers asked. They held up a beautiful little collar meant to be worn by a human.

"Yes, that's it exactly! Thank you," He said, taking the collar and holding it up towards Luke, a gleeful expression on his face. "So what do you think?"

His new ears, much to Luke's chagrin, seemed to have a life of their own, as did the tail. The ears perked up a little bit at behind pet, tail wagging happily at the attention. He tried to get it to stop, but it wasn't something he fully understood. Controlling his prosthetic had come more easily to him than these new appendages, though maybe that wasn't too surprising; it's not like his ears could wiggle before all this.

He raised his head at the sound of the cultist stopping by to hand something off to Maul... only to end up narrowing his eyes, his ears flattening on the top of his head again. Oh this... this... damn troll he was friends with!

"No," he stated flatly.

Maul twirled it expertly around one finger, letting it build up momentum as he spoke to Luke. "Oh, don't be like that. I think you'd look simply adorable in it." The words came out in a gleeful tone with how pleased Maul was at Luke's reaction.

He reached over and scratched Luke vigorously behind one of those flattened ears. He had a sensitive scalp himself, especially around the areas where his horns were, and knew that scratching that area could feel very nice for the other individual. It was all done in a playful manner. Really, he was just having far too much fun with the puppy-like Jedi right now.

Luke had a retort ready on his lips, but then Maul had to go and scratch behind his new ears. He let out a faint, please sounding noise before he could stop himself, leaning into the touch as his tail swished back and forth enthusiastically. Oh... oh that felt so good, and even his foot started tapping in time with his tail before he finally caught himself.

He shooed Maul away with a hand, though it was difficult considering how nice that felt.

"D-don't do that!" he whined.

Maul was content to keep scratching behind Luke's puppy ears until he found his hand pushed away. This was just too much fun and he decided to continue this as long as possible.

He paused for a moment, hand still hovering by Luke's head. He had seen that wagging tail and knew Luke must have been enjoying what he was doing. "Oh? Are you so certain you want me to stop?" Maul said, mercilessly teasing the Jedi. "Because you don't sound like you really want me to."

A low, not very human-ish growl made it's way out from deep in his throat, though once again his tail betrayed him, flopping impatiently against the ground over the fact that he wasn't being scratched. He managed to withstand the torment for all of a half of a minute, before he leaned up toward that teasing hand, demanding the attention again.

"I hate you for this," he grumbled.

"I know you do," Maul said breezily. "But you already knew I was on the Dark Side." And hence subject to doing some slightly evil trolling now and again.

He started rubbing the floppy ears again. The Zabrak was enjoying himself far too much right now. This was the best thing that could have happened with all the transformations going on right now, even with the trauma of Luke having his human ears just fall right off.

Reaper had been summoned by Maul's amusement and thoughts that revolved around Luke. He had an idea of what he was getting himself into, but it was far too tempting to avoid this kind of situation. In fact, it was such an opportunity to troll that it was something he felt he needed to do alone. Maul had his time with Luke, so now it was his turn.

Double-dipping so to speak. Luke should appreciate the attention as far as he was concerned.

Except Reaper showed up with a hidden surprise that he pulled from his coat the moment he laid eyes on Luke with the puppy ears and tail. Sometimes Trench pulled something out that was so amusing that he needed Wraith to save the event for prosperities sake. The peacock was around but hidden, watching the whole affair as he pulled out a golden leash from his coat. It jingled when he shook it lightly.

"Well, well, well, looks to me like you've ascended to your final form, as Maul and I predicted."

Thankfully by the time Reaper showed up, they had managed to get the face paint off, so at least he didn't have to worry about it getting any worse. Now the only "worse" was from external sources, like the gold leash dangling from the other man's hand. His puppy ears flattened against the top of his head as he narrowed his eyes at him; even his tail thumped against the ground in a show of displeasure.

"...no," he stated bluntly.

Look at that, the ears were functional and everything, which definitely added to the aesthetic that was being played here. This was rich; it's too bad that he hadn't shown up when Maul was still taking the piss out of Luke, but it was his turn. He found being fashionably late sometimes had added benefits. Besides, it wasn't like he kept a leash around just because.

"Oh you still have a ways left to go for final form? That's expected. A little training should whip you right into shape though." He flipped the leather handle on the end of the leash expertly so it could caress Luke's cheek.

Luke had a retort ready on the tip of his tongue, though it died the moment the leather brushed his cheek. His entire face slowly turned a bright shade of cherry red, and now his traitorous tail was thumping against the ground for an entirely different reason. Between this and the collar from before...

He buried his face in his knees, though his tail was still betraying how much Reaper and Maul had caught his attention.

"I can't believe you two," he muttered into his legs. "I just had my ears literally fall off, and you're doing this to me right now."

Ah yes, there was the reaction he was looking for, and Luke never failed to provide with just a little more pushing. The tail was a dead give away for the younger man's feelings, and he smirked behind his mask, and there was something wonderful about trolling someone that reacted so easily.

He approached to stand in front of Luke, tilting his head with interest as he chuckled and let the leather of the leash dangle down.

"Oh please, now you're just being dramatic. You have ears and they do look so fuzzy and strokable." He made a noise in his throat. "Did Maul stroke your ears? He has a fascination with hair and fur, you know."

Luke flinched as the leash was dropped down, brushing against his cheek on the way. It led to him leaning back away from it, lifting his head up and mustering the best offended look that he could manage. Not that it was very effective; he was blushing too hard for the look to have much bark behind it.

"One of these days you two are going to frustrate me to the point that I end up pinning one of you to a wall, and you'll have no one to blame but yourselves."

Oh that offended look. How many times in the past had he earned such ire? Too many to recall these days. Anger brought out the best and worst in people, and he had been a expert in the early years on how to get people angry or offended. It was nice to see that he still had it, even if he knew that Luke's anger was more frustration and probably some humiliation.

"Now, now, you don't get to victim blame for whoever is on the receiving end of your impulsive outbursts. Besides, you're scrawny so I like my chances to resist. If you want to see a good ol' fashioned pinning, come find Maul and I on Sunday night." Date night always ended one way so far.

"Don't underestimate the Force," he groused grumpily, taking another swipe at the leash in an effort to get it away from him.

"Don't underestimate a troll," he replied cheekily, finally pulling the leash away so that he could ease his way into a crouch in front of Luke. He reached out a gloved hand, pausing before making contact with the base of one of those new ears. "May I?"

Oh he hated it when he did this; when he suddenly shifted from teasing to something almost tender. Luke lifted his head up just a fraction, enough that it was clear a blush was still on his face. His tail swished back and forth happily, anxious for the touch he was teasing him with.

"...s-sure."

October Catchall

Event: Unmasked (mostly for Maul and/or Reaper; can be open) [CW: Mild Body Horror]

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