When Maka woke up one early Saturday morning, sprawled on top of her weapon on the couch, she discovered many things.

One: Soul had drooled in her hair and down the side of his own neck which was just...gross.

Two: He had also, at some point during the night, slipped his hands under her shirt and left them to rest on the small of her back.

Three: Blair was watching both of them with a gleeful expression.

And four: she now had a tail.

"Blair, what the fuck!" she screeched, scrambling off the couch and out of her weapon's embrace and trying to twist herself round so she could get a good look at her tail.

"Whu—" Soul said groggily, starting awake and sitting up. Then he caught sight of her and his mouth gaped open. "M-Maka—"

"I know!" she snapped. "I've got a damn tail." She glared down at the fluffy orange and white tail that looked almost...like a fox's?

"That's not all," Soul said slowly, as though he couldn't quite believe it.

Maka turned her head to look at him and was about to ask him what he meant when she saw the state her partner was in.

"Soul," she breathed. "You've got dog ears!"

Once they managed to wrangle out of Blair that they only had ears and a tail and that the spell only lasted a few hours, the weapon-meister pair sat sulkily on the couch in silence. Maka sat ram rod straight so she didn't sit on her tail and Soul slouched more than usual to put some room between the back of the couch and his tail while still having something to lean on.

"I can't believe she did this," Maka grumbled for what must have been the thousandth time since the cat had bolted half an hour before.

Soul merely grunted.

They were silent for a moment before Maka spoke again.

"Why am I even a fox? I would've thought she'd have made a cat, what even made her think of a fox?"

She didn't expect an answer but she got one anyway.

"I guess because you're cunning?" Soul suggested. "I don't know. Foxes are cute and you're cute, so uh..." He trailed off as Maka turned her head to look at him in surprise. "What?"

"Y-you think I'm cute?" she asked in surprise, blinking at him as his cheeks flushed.

"Uh, well, yeah. I mean, besides when you're raging about something or nagging, you're pretty cute y'know—stop giggling at me!"

She couldn't help it though, he looked so adorable all flustered and the compliment itself was nice enough to make her giggle. She reached out a hand to ruffle his fluffy white hair and laughed when he tried to swat her hand away.

"You're pretty cute too," she said, her own cheeks pinking a bit as his darkened to match his eyes.

"Whatever," he mumbled, crossing his arms and avoiding her gaze.

Her hand returned to his hair and she stroked through it, finding the two pointy white ears that were perched atop his head.

"These are very cute as well," she said softly, gently running her hands over them. "So fluffy."

They twitched under her fingers when she first touched them, but then they held still for her. She now had Soul's complete attention, his burgundy eyes fixed on her face to watch her expression. She had the look he could only associate with seeing smiling babies or fluffy kittens or something like that. It was weird seeing her look at him like that.

"Can you move them?" she suddenly asked, meeting his gaze.

"What? Oh, uh, I don't know," he said, trying to concentrate on moving them.

To his surprise they moved easily, tilting one way then the other. Her smile brightened and his heart lurched in his chest.

"Can you move yours?" he asked, indicating her own ears with a wave of his hand.

With a smile she moved her ears much in the same ways he did his and he mirrored her grin.

"Very cute," he said and ruffled her hair.

She giggled and scratched behind his ear. He groaned suddenly and leaned forward, pressing his head up into her hand. They both froze when they realized what had happened and he jerked back and away from her.

"Did you just?"

"Ah, maybe? I don't think we should—"

She cut him off by reaching for his head again and scratching behind both ears this time, grinning as he moaned and flopped forward in bliss. The tail that poked through his pants started wagging quickly, thumping against the back of the couch rhythmically.

"Good boy," she cooed teasingly, grin widening when he only whined a little instead of moving away or teasing back. "I can see why she made you a dog. You like being stroked and you're so loyal. You're like an overgrown puppy."

He groaned in annoyance and pressed his face into her lap. "Shut up."

She stopped and he looked up sharply, whining pitifully. Just as the meaning of his actions dawned on him and his face began to glow red again, she resumed scratching and petting him, much to his satisfaction.

"Hurghhh, don't stop," he begged, scooting closer so that he was nearly draped over her lap.

Her cheeks warmed at his suggestive tone but she stomped down the perverted voices in her head in favour of stroking down her weapon-puppy's back, enjoying watching his tail wag happily. She laughed when he turned over suddenly to reveal his belly, hand held up in a begging position.

She rubbed his belly vigorously and giggled as he sighed and squirmed with happiness.

"Ah, see, told you, cute," she teased. "Your tail's wagging and everything."

"So's yours," he panted, smiling blissfully.

She looked over her back in surprise to see her bushy, foxy tail wagging from side to side much like his white, fluffy one. "Huh, didn't notice."

He whined whenever her hands stopped moving so she continued. Eventually though, her actions slowed till she was languidly running her hand down her weapon's stomach and through his hair. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Don't stop," he mumbled and yawned, settling down to take a nap.

Once he fell asleep though, she stopped, simply resting her hands on his abdomen and head. He was so cute when he slept, peaceful and almost happy. Even if the drool was gross. She leaned back against the couch and twirled some of his bangs around her fingers. She told herself she was only going to close her eyes for a moment.

However, when she opened them again, it was midday and her stomach was growling. She glanced down at her still sleeping weapon sprawled on her lap and frowned in disappointment. She touched her head and it was confirmed.

Their animal ears were gone.

And her legs had gone to sleep, which was a pain. However, she got her own back by shoving her weapon off her lap and onto the floor, taking satisfaction in his high pitched yelp as he hit the floor.