Mabel rushed up the stairs, holding the creature delicatley in her arms. She sat it down on her bed, and panicked, looking around her frantically.
It's been one day.
ONE DAY.
And she already fucked up.
It's been one day since Grunkle Stan left them alone at the shack to go see some friends that had moved in near Gravity Falls. He would be gone for two weeks. He trusted Mabel and Dipper to watch the shack while he was gone.
He was really in a hurry, too, it seemed.
One day, and Mabel already got her brother in trouble.
There he lay, passed out. She has no idea how she dragged him up the stairs so easily, he's much lighter than he looks, apparently.
He lay there, his tail twitching. Tail.
That's the problem right now. Dipper has had his entire lower half replaced by that of a sheep's. Or a lamb's. She wasn't sure.
The wool ran up his back, and over his shoulders. It covered his chest aswell. He had little hooves for feet. His belly was covered in fluff.
He was still wearing his pants. Thank god.
How did this happen. you may ask?
Duh. Gideon and his stupid magic crap.
Demonic rituals. Whatever.
He wanted to make her defensless, the easiest and funniest way possible.
And he did.
Once he did, he stood there, laughing and pointing dramatically.
Mabel ran up to him and kicked him inbetween the legs, then ran off with her brother.
This will probably give them a few days before he goes after her again.
And for now, she sits at the side of her bed, pulling at her brother's big, fluffy ears.
He has little horns, too, but they're just nubs.
He looks exactly like he did when he wore that ridiculous outfit.
Just without the goofy ribbons.
This... This was going to be a long two weeks.
She sighed, patting his head, while Waddles curled up next to him.
... ... ...
This might be a thing.
So let me explain exactly what kind of thing it might be.
One, no pinecest. I'm against that kind of thing. Two, this is going to be written for your comedic pleasure. No romace, no tragedy, no angst. Just humor and family.
It's kind of just a "what if" story.
What if Dipper became a cute, fluffy animal? What would change?
So tell me what you think, if you want, and I'll write some more later.