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A fun SFW rabbit TF with an office setting that I wrote for my friend 
FurDynamo 's birthday a few months back.
3K words
.pdf for the superior reading experience
If you like my stories, please feel free to favorite, comment, and watch me on FA! Always more to come.
Enjoy!
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Key Per-Fur-Mance Indicators
Marquis Orias
Office Woman -> Anthro Rabbit
—----
8:30 AM - Coffee and Contemplation
Vicky managed to get three deep breaths in before her boss tapped on the wall of her cubicle.
“Slide deck ready?” Jack, Vicky’s VP, asked with one bushy gray eyebrow raised.
Not even a ‘good morning’. Just a demand.
“Hello, Jack. Good morning. I’m putting a few finishing touches on before our 11am call. Once the deck’s prepped, I’ll email it to your assistant for distribution.” Vicky pushed her long, black hair over her shoulder, her hands running through it as her mind raced for an answer that ran from her lips mechanically, blurted out with conciseness.
“Great. Glad to hear it.”
As soon as he’d come, Vicky’s VP departed, retreating beyond the cluster of cubicles back into his office, his door closed and inaccessible.
“Busy day?” Peter, one of the department analysts, chimed in from his adjacent cubicle. His face radiated 20s vigor, but his sunken eyes indicated a soul withered by data pipelines and API calls.
Vicky lowered her head against her monitor. “Just the first half. Afternoon should be fine.”
“You always say that, though, and then everyone hears the 3pm sighs.”
“The 3pm sighs aren’t that loud–”
“Yeah, they are.”
“Whatever. Do you have the change metrics that I requested a few days back? I want to put them in the deck for Jack.”
“Alas, I do not. Our baseline model is screwed up.”
“I had an IT ticket request for a new table… should have been completed by now, but Hermann didn’t say anything…”
“I’m sure he’s milling around the copier. That’s his usual stomping ground before 9am.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll find him in a minute…”
The entire office gradually came to life as more faces took to their posts. Fingers clicked against keys, and muffled voices answered Microsoft Teams calls, both internal and external, to schedule deliveries and put out whatever metaphorical fires erupted across the different plants. Orders coming and going, a supply chain chugging along. Vicky had her place among the hustle; she’d clawed her way up the management ladder, after all, but she recognized that even a critical role was just another cog in the machine.
Vicky slipped away from the claustrophobia of her enclosed desk to fetch herself some coffee.
“Morning, Vicky.” Hermann, the department’s designated IT liaison, greeted her as he poured himself a fresh cup.
“Creamer today?” Vicky pulled a clean mug out of a cabinet next to the coffee maker.
“Nope. Just black.” Hermann blew away wisps of steam rising from his mug before taking a cautious sip. A few stray drops still managed to splatter across his plaid dress shirt, and fresh steam condensed on his thick-rimmed glasses.
“I think I’ll do the same. I need the pick-me-up. Need it badly.”
“How’s the new reporting coming along?” Hermann spoke between sips.
“It’s… fine. The methodology works, but nobody’s going to be happy with the metrics–”
No, no, they wouldn’t be happy at all. They’d complain, bicker while pointing fingers, and then they’d turn on the messenger, ruining her afternoon and turning up the stress-
“Which one specifically?”
“Do you remember that IT ticket I submitted?”
“There are a lot of tickets.”
There were, in fact, a lot of tickets, half of them from Vicky’s team, with a backlog ever growing.
“The item change log for in-transit orders.”
“Ah. That one. Tricky request.” Hermann took another draw from his mug, eager now despite the visible steam. “Well luckily, we’ve got a fancy new SAP transaction code that takes into account the updated modification–”
Vicky raised an eyebrow. “But I wasn’t notified that my ticket had been completed.”
Hermann broke into a satisfied grin. “Just went live this morning. I’ll send you an email with the transaction codes so that you can check orders.”
“And it’s correct!?”
“We did preliminary validation, and the code lets you view and change orders, too, so it’s multifunctional. The enhancement cost us a pretty penny, but we see the value.”
“I’ll run it when I get back to my desk.” Vicky mentally allotted the time she’d have to balance between finishing her report and exploring this new option.
“I would check the numbers before including them in the actual slide deck–” Hermann held up one finger.
Vicky brushed him off. “Oh, I won’t include them. I do, however, want to let everyone know during the call that we’ve got a new process.”
9:30 AM - The Change
Vicky, flipping through her unreads back at her desk, opened Hermann’s email to access the transaction codes.
OTEF1. Spelled out plain. A documentation .txt file, providing all the IT lingo she didn’t care for, sat as an attachment.
“I suppose that I’ll read you later…” She highlighted the transaction code and copied it to her clipboard.
Of course, he’d spell OTIF wrong, but at least the error in the name was memorable. She’d have him correct that through a followup ticket, one that she’d type up when she wasn’t suffering under a deadline.
“You know that Hermann finished the new OTIF calculations, right?” She cast her voice over the cubicle wall as she opened the SAP GUI.
A few frantic keystrokes preceded Peter’s reply. “Really, now? I thought that was still a few weeks off.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured too, but nope, ready this morning. He spelled the transaction code wrong.”
“The code itself? Eh. Must just be a SAP quirk. I wouldn’t blame him.” Peter seemed to pride himself on shielding IT, though Vicky suspected that had less to do with any office friendship and more to do with a potential departmental career-pivot. “Also, uh, shouldn’t we do some UAT on the transaction code? IT validates, but they don’t really understand.”
“What do you think that I’m doing right now?”
“Uh, finishing your PowerPoint?”
“Besides that.”
“Validating?”
“Bingo.”
Vicky typed in the transaction code and hit enter only to pull up a table of outstanding orders from different vendors.
Scratching her shoes against the carpet under her desk, Vicky rubbed her temples in frustration. The numbers simply weren’t adding up, and that was a problem. She couldn’t fudge them, no, not when she had to hold herself to a degree of accountability. But the numbers told a bleak story, and she’d be the bearer of bad news in an already tense meeting ahead of fiscal year budgets.
She needed, no, she craved a distraction from the actual report. A few minutes burned using the new OTEF1 functions wouldn’t hurt. No pain risked glimpsing the truth.
Opening up specific orders, she checked the built-in calculations, the OTIF measures that, in theory, should aggregate at the vendor level. Perhaps she should slip in the top 10 best and worst offenders into the deck… she still had 90ish minutes to scramble.
The system prompted her to save her table filters, so Vicky obliged with an underscored title featuring her own user ID.
But the information returned blank. No aggregate. No further measures. Just a text line.
Rabbit.
“Wha–” Vicky’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Is this a joke?”
Tapping her foot harder against the floor, Vicky didn’t notice as her toes extended forward, digits swelling as they acquired thin, gray fur. Her toenails, painted a bright pink, distorted into stubby claws that pressed through the thin fabric of her dress shoes. She wiggled her toes as they grew, a wave of coarse fur curving beneath her soles to offer padding in place of actual callused skin.
“Is what a joke?” Peter asked from across his cubicle wall.
Staring at the screen, Vicky clicked around the table for more options. Different headers. Fields to reveal. Anything. But no, just rabbit. She tapped her furry foot harder, her clothes starting to tighten around a pelt that crawled up her legs and torso.
“I think I’m getting pranked by IT.” Vicky clicked off the GUI with a finger now sporting a blunt, pink-painted claw. “Wonderful.”
“Gonna lodge a complaint?”
“I sure am.” Vicky pivoted back to her PowerPoint, her nose wrinkled in frustration even as thin whiskers erupted from her upper lip. “Because this measure is important, critical even, and I don’t like being punked.”
“I gotcha, I gotcha.” Peter slammed one of his drawers, loud enough to make Vicky wince even across the barrier between them.
As she jumped in her seat, her ears perked up, drawn outward as if modeled by deliberate, invisible hands. Only with this stretching of cartilage did the extent of the changes start to settle in, with a buzzing warmth that quickened Vicky’s heart rate yet put her strangely at ease.
“Th-the coffee today’s got a kick.” Vicky licked her lips as her front teeth distorted and poked downward, enamel stretching and toughening as she developed an overbite.
“Did you grab espresso by mistake?”
“I… I just made a regular coffee.”
“They bought some new flavors for the regular Keurig. I think espresso was one of them. But I don’t know if the caffeine content is higher or whatever–”
“Right, right.” Vicky shuddered as more fur crawled beneath her blouse, distorting her clothing outward. A few more audible rips and tears didn’t snap her to attention, her eyes still glued upon her monitor, but her ears involuntarily pivoted and swiveled toward the sounds.
“You can tell it’s a slow morning if we’re talking about coffee flavors. I can’t believe it’s only 9:40… I kinda want to go home already…” Peter tapped away at his own projects, blissfully unaware of the changes overtaking his coworker.
Vicky, however, finally started noticing her shift, but only when her vision distorted as her twitching nose, now pebbled and wet, upturned and lurched forward with an audible crack, bringing her jaw along for the ride.
“O-oh.” Vicky blushed as her hands, the undersides of her palms now lined with coarse fur stand-ins for padding, raced toward her face. The spell broken, Vicky pawed at her nose, her breath growing ragged as she processed just what was happening to her.
Snout.
Fur.
Ears.
The ears, stretched up toward the ceiling, slipped above the rim of the cubicles before Vicky pulled herself down toward her keyboard.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…” She kept her voice down low as she stared, wide-eyed, off into space.
The rabbit’s pelt straining her business fit showed no signs of relenting. Bristled gray and white fur curled upon itself, worming out around her collar. Her clothing fought a losing battle against the fluff, fresh tufts of hair bursting through fabric fraying at its seams. Designer stitchwork relented to wavy hair, and Vicky couldn’t help but intervene with her own claws to ease the tension coursing through her body. A rip, a tear, every little bit of fur exposed relieving the pressure beneath her fit. She’d replace the blouse and jacket combo easily enough, because right now all she needed was to breathe.
“HUFF.” Vicky tensed up as a tearing noise preceded the sensation of her lower back rubbing against her chair.
No, no. That couldn’t be right. She was seated too far forward, postured upright… what… what could be…?
Vicky looked back over her shoulder at the fluffy cottontail now wriggling at the base of her spine.
“Oh.” She blinked in disbelief.
“Everything good over there? I know the presentations suck, but–”
“Fine! Everything is fine, Peter.” Vicky lifted up her feet, ruined shoes falling away in the process, only to slam her furry soles back down on the floor with an audible stomp.
“That’s good. Was worried there for a second.”
“Y-yeah.” Vicky frantically switched to Teams to message Hermann, her slender ears pivoting backward to listen for anyone approaching from behind.
As she submitted her message, Vicky glanced down to take in the extent of her changes. Her office attire, despite numerous rips and tears, didn’t share the fate of her shoes, and Vicky breathed a slight sigh of relief at the fact that her corporate fit still looked sleek despite the whole bunny situation. As soon as Hermann reversed this bizarre metamorphosis for her, she would just explain away the torn clothing… that she’d gotten caught in a door… yes… that was it… she’d explain away the tatters and deliver a flawless report.
10:30 AM - Call with IT
“C’mon, Hermann…”
Vicky quivered in nervous anticipation as she waited to be let into the Microsoft Teams meeting. IT had already bumped her back twice… 10am… 10:15am… All came and went, with just a simple ‘we need more time’ message sent her way. At least they were being courteous, taking their sweet time to fix issues more grave than that of an employee losing her very humanity.
Hermann fumbled his way through a ‘good morning’ and didn’t bother turning on his camera. “Ah. We should have tried out this new transaction code in the test realm. Our mistake.”
“Your mistake… I’m a rabbit! I’m a bunny. That’s a little more than a mistake, Hermann!”
“You’re right, that’s an honest-to-God error.”
Vicky gestured toward the fur poking through her ripped clothing. “Why would someone design such a pointless transaction code? Who could possibly want to be a fuzzy bunny?”
“I can think of a few people.”
“I’m sure you can, Hermann, but all I can think about right now is how much stress I’m under. I’ve got a presentation for leadership. People up the ranks will be watching me fumble through a slide deck because I’m a little preoccupied with these!” Vicky tugged on her floppy ears to accentuate her point.
‘That’s okay, you used OTEF1 right? That’s a new data transformation. If you want to change back, you can just edit your metamorphosis with OTEF2.”
“You created a program that manipulates reality and you still follow standard SAP naming conventions. Wow.”
“Just how it goes. No sense breaking a system that works, right?”
“Yeah, okay, so…” Vicky entered the new Transaction code, only to be rejected with an ‘unauthorized request’ warning. “Hermann, it’s not letting me use the new code.”
“Uh. Try the little pen icon on the transaction code.”
Vicky followed Hermann’s instructions only to arrive at the same result. Failure.
“Can’t you edit my name for me?!” Vicky gritted her buck teeth.
“Nope, it’s your custom-saved table. Only you can. Unless you log a ticket. Then I can once the ticket is assigned to my queue… which might take… a few days at this rate.”
“WHAT!?” Vicky’s voice rose into a beastly wail before she caught herself, hands clasped over her muzzle and face burning in shame.
“It’s a low-priority request, Vicky. Them’s the rules.”
“L-low priority?” Vicky leaned back in her chair, inadvertently crushing her fluffy cottontail while simultaneously not caring in light of more serious matters.
“Hermann! I have a meeting in twenty minutes! TWENTY MINUTES!”
“I… oh… I can’t help you right now, Vicky. Please just file a ticket and then–”
Vicky ended the call before slamming her head down on her desk.
“A rabbit, huh?” Peter looked down at her over the separator wall. “These SAP transactions are getting more ridiculous with each new enhancement and release.”
“You’re telling me… also, you’re not panicking… why aren’t you panicking?”
“I’m not the one who got turned into the Easter Bunny.” Peter shrugged and slipped back down to his desk.
“Very funny.” Vicky’s right eye twitched.
“I figured it was either that or a Bugs Bunny reference.”
“Whatever. Looks like I’m stuck going in there like this.”
“I’ll silently cheer you on remotely from my desk.”
“Ha.”
11:00 AM - Key Per-Fur-Mance Indicators and Transformations On Time and In Full
“V-Vicky?”
Nobody in the boardroom or on the call spoke, opting instead to stare with wide eyes and gasp through slack-jawed mouths. A few, the overachievers, took notes.
“So, Jack, hope I didn’t keep you all waiting too long. I’ve got the deck ready to share.” Vicky set down her laptop on the boardroom table.
“You c-can cast it through the meeting invite.” Jack tugged at his collar as Vicky set up her PowerPoint.
“Thanks, Jack. Everyone, I really must apologize in advance for the new look. A bit of an unexpected accident, but I’m rolling with the rabbit thing as best I can.”
“Okay…” Jack pursed his lips. “I suppose now, with everyone on the call, you can… uh… hop to it.”
One of Vicky’s ears twitched in provocation. “Funny, Jack. Funny.”
“Actually, no… no. I take back what I said. Why don’t you take a moment to explain the rabbit thing? Because I really want to understand the rabbit thing. We all want to understand the rabbit thing.”
Murmurs of agreement, spoken through pursed lips, filled the boardroom.
“Well, uh, I suppose I could just…” Inspiration flashed across Vicky’s eyes. “Show… you…”
Flipping from PowerPoint to GUI, Vicky pulled up the transaction code table for the room to see.
“Okay.” Vicky’s eyes locked with her boss’s. “Jack, what’s your username ID again?”
FurDynamo 's birthday a few months back.3K words
.pdf for the superior reading experience
If you like my stories, please feel free to favorite, comment, and watch me on FA! Always more to come.
Enjoy!
----
Key Per-Fur-Mance Indicators
Marquis Orias
Office Woman -> Anthro Rabbit
—----
8:30 AM - Coffee and Contemplation
Vicky managed to get three deep breaths in before her boss tapped on the wall of her cubicle.
“Slide deck ready?” Jack, Vicky’s VP, asked with one bushy gray eyebrow raised.
Not even a ‘good morning’. Just a demand.
“Hello, Jack. Good morning. I’m putting a few finishing touches on before our 11am call. Once the deck’s prepped, I’ll email it to your assistant for distribution.” Vicky pushed her long, black hair over her shoulder, her hands running through it as her mind raced for an answer that ran from her lips mechanically, blurted out with conciseness.
“Great. Glad to hear it.”
As soon as he’d come, Vicky’s VP departed, retreating beyond the cluster of cubicles back into his office, his door closed and inaccessible.
“Busy day?” Peter, one of the department analysts, chimed in from his adjacent cubicle. His face radiated 20s vigor, but his sunken eyes indicated a soul withered by data pipelines and API calls.
Vicky lowered her head against her monitor. “Just the first half. Afternoon should be fine.”
“You always say that, though, and then everyone hears the 3pm sighs.”
“The 3pm sighs aren’t that loud–”
“Yeah, they are.”
“Whatever. Do you have the change metrics that I requested a few days back? I want to put them in the deck for Jack.”
“Alas, I do not. Our baseline model is screwed up.”
“I had an IT ticket request for a new table… should have been completed by now, but Hermann didn’t say anything…”
“I’m sure he’s milling around the copier. That’s his usual stomping ground before 9am.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll find him in a minute…”
The entire office gradually came to life as more faces took to their posts. Fingers clicked against keys, and muffled voices answered Microsoft Teams calls, both internal and external, to schedule deliveries and put out whatever metaphorical fires erupted across the different plants. Orders coming and going, a supply chain chugging along. Vicky had her place among the hustle; she’d clawed her way up the management ladder, after all, but she recognized that even a critical role was just another cog in the machine.
Vicky slipped away from the claustrophobia of her enclosed desk to fetch herself some coffee.
“Morning, Vicky.” Hermann, the department’s designated IT liaison, greeted her as he poured himself a fresh cup.
“Creamer today?” Vicky pulled a clean mug out of a cabinet next to the coffee maker.
“Nope. Just black.” Hermann blew away wisps of steam rising from his mug before taking a cautious sip. A few stray drops still managed to splatter across his plaid dress shirt, and fresh steam condensed on his thick-rimmed glasses.
“I think I’ll do the same. I need the pick-me-up. Need it badly.”
“How’s the new reporting coming along?” Hermann spoke between sips.
“It’s… fine. The methodology works, but nobody’s going to be happy with the metrics–”
No, no, they wouldn’t be happy at all. They’d complain, bicker while pointing fingers, and then they’d turn on the messenger, ruining her afternoon and turning up the stress-
“Which one specifically?”
“Do you remember that IT ticket I submitted?”
“There are a lot of tickets.”
There were, in fact, a lot of tickets, half of them from Vicky’s team, with a backlog ever growing.
“The item change log for in-transit orders.”
“Ah. That one. Tricky request.” Hermann took another draw from his mug, eager now despite the visible steam. “Well luckily, we’ve got a fancy new SAP transaction code that takes into account the updated modification–”
Vicky raised an eyebrow. “But I wasn’t notified that my ticket had been completed.”
Hermann broke into a satisfied grin. “Just went live this morning. I’ll send you an email with the transaction codes so that you can check orders.”
“And it’s correct!?”
“We did preliminary validation, and the code lets you view and change orders, too, so it’s multifunctional. The enhancement cost us a pretty penny, but we see the value.”
“I’ll run it when I get back to my desk.” Vicky mentally allotted the time she’d have to balance between finishing her report and exploring this new option.
“I would check the numbers before including them in the actual slide deck–” Hermann held up one finger.
Vicky brushed him off. “Oh, I won’t include them. I do, however, want to let everyone know during the call that we’ve got a new process.”
9:30 AM - The Change
Vicky, flipping through her unreads back at her desk, opened Hermann’s email to access the transaction codes.
OTEF1. Spelled out plain. A documentation .txt file, providing all the IT lingo she didn’t care for, sat as an attachment.
“I suppose that I’ll read you later…” She highlighted the transaction code and copied it to her clipboard.
Of course, he’d spell OTIF wrong, but at least the error in the name was memorable. She’d have him correct that through a followup ticket, one that she’d type up when she wasn’t suffering under a deadline.
“You know that Hermann finished the new OTIF calculations, right?” She cast her voice over the cubicle wall as she opened the SAP GUI.
A few frantic keystrokes preceded Peter’s reply. “Really, now? I thought that was still a few weeks off.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured too, but nope, ready this morning. He spelled the transaction code wrong.”
“The code itself? Eh. Must just be a SAP quirk. I wouldn’t blame him.” Peter seemed to pride himself on shielding IT, though Vicky suspected that had less to do with any office friendship and more to do with a potential departmental career-pivot. “Also, uh, shouldn’t we do some UAT on the transaction code? IT validates, but they don’t really understand.”
“What do you think that I’m doing right now?”
“Uh, finishing your PowerPoint?”
“Besides that.”
“Validating?”
“Bingo.”
Vicky typed in the transaction code and hit enter only to pull up a table of outstanding orders from different vendors.
Scratching her shoes against the carpet under her desk, Vicky rubbed her temples in frustration. The numbers simply weren’t adding up, and that was a problem. She couldn’t fudge them, no, not when she had to hold herself to a degree of accountability. But the numbers told a bleak story, and she’d be the bearer of bad news in an already tense meeting ahead of fiscal year budgets.
She needed, no, she craved a distraction from the actual report. A few minutes burned using the new OTEF1 functions wouldn’t hurt. No pain risked glimpsing the truth.
Opening up specific orders, she checked the built-in calculations, the OTIF measures that, in theory, should aggregate at the vendor level. Perhaps she should slip in the top 10 best and worst offenders into the deck… she still had 90ish minutes to scramble.
The system prompted her to save her table filters, so Vicky obliged with an underscored title featuring her own user ID.
But the information returned blank. No aggregate. No further measures. Just a text line.
Rabbit.
“Wha–” Vicky’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Is this a joke?”
Tapping her foot harder against the floor, Vicky didn’t notice as her toes extended forward, digits swelling as they acquired thin, gray fur. Her toenails, painted a bright pink, distorted into stubby claws that pressed through the thin fabric of her dress shoes. She wiggled her toes as they grew, a wave of coarse fur curving beneath her soles to offer padding in place of actual callused skin.
“Is what a joke?” Peter asked from across his cubicle wall.
Staring at the screen, Vicky clicked around the table for more options. Different headers. Fields to reveal. Anything. But no, just rabbit. She tapped her furry foot harder, her clothes starting to tighten around a pelt that crawled up her legs and torso.
“I think I’m getting pranked by IT.” Vicky clicked off the GUI with a finger now sporting a blunt, pink-painted claw. “Wonderful.”
“Gonna lodge a complaint?”
“I sure am.” Vicky pivoted back to her PowerPoint, her nose wrinkled in frustration even as thin whiskers erupted from her upper lip. “Because this measure is important, critical even, and I don’t like being punked.”
“I gotcha, I gotcha.” Peter slammed one of his drawers, loud enough to make Vicky wince even across the barrier between them.
As she jumped in her seat, her ears perked up, drawn outward as if modeled by deliberate, invisible hands. Only with this stretching of cartilage did the extent of the changes start to settle in, with a buzzing warmth that quickened Vicky’s heart rate yet put her strangely at ease.
“Th-the coffee today’s got a kick.” Vicky licked her lips as her front teeth distorted and poked downward, enamel stretching and toughening as she developed an overbite.
“Did you grab espresso by mistake?”
“I… I just made a regular coffee.”
“They bought some new flavors for the regular Keurig. I think espresso was one of them. But I don’t know if the caffeine content is higher or whatever–”
“Right, right.” Vicky shuddered as more fur crawled beneath her blouse, distorting her clothing outward. A few more audible rips and tears didn’t snap her to attention, her eyes still glued upon her monitor, but her ears involuntarily pivoted and swiveled toward the sounds.
“You can tell it’s a slow morning if we’re talking about coffee flavors. I can’t believe it’s only 9:40… I kinda want to go home already…” Peter tapped away at his own projects, blissfully unaware of the changes overtaking his coworker.
Vicky, however, finally started noticing her shift, but only when her vision distorted as her twitching nose, now pebbled and wet, upturned and lurched forward with an audible crack, bringing her jaw along for the ride.
“O-oh.” Vicky blushed as her hands, the undersides of her palms now lined with coarse fur stand-ins for padding, raced toward her face. The spell broken, Vicky pawed at her nose, her breath growing ragged as she processed just what was happening to her.
Snout.
Fur.
Ears.
The ears, stretched up toward the ceiling, slipped above the rim of the cubicles before Vicky pulled herself down toward her keyboard.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…” She kept her voice down low as she stared, wide-eyed, off into space.
The rabbit’s pelt straining her business fit showed no signs of relenting. Bristled gray and white fur curled upon itself, worming out around her collar. Her clothing fought a losing battle against the fluff, fresh tufts of hair bursting through fabric fraying at its seams. Designer stitchwork relented to wavy hair, and Vicky couldn’t help but intervene with her own claws to ease the tension coursing through her body. A rip, a tear, every little bit of fur exposed relieving the pressure beneath her fit. She’d replace the blouse and jacket combo easily enough, because right now all she needed was to breathe.
“HUFF.” Vicky tensed up as a tearing noise preceded the sensation of her lower back rubbing against her chair.
No, no. That couldn’t be right. She was seated too far forward, postured upright… what… what could be…?
Vicky looked back over her shoulder at the fluffy cottontail now wriggling at the base of her spine.
“Oh.” She blinked in disbelief.
“Everything good over there? I know the presentations suck, but–”
“Fine! Everything is fine, Peter.” Vicky lifted up her feet, ruined shoes falling away in the process, only to slam her furry soles back down on the floor with an audible stomp.
“That’s good. Was worried there for a second.”
“Y-yeah.” Vicky frantically switched to Teams to message Hermann, her slender ears pivoting backward to listen for anyone approaching from behind.
As she submitted her message, Vicky glanced down to take in the extent of her changes. Her office attire, despite numerous rips and tears, didn’t share the fate of her shoes, and Vicky breathed a slight sigh of relief at the fact that her corporate fit still looked sleek despite the whole bunny situation. As soon as Hermann reversed this bizarre metamorphosis for her, she would just explain away the torn clothing… that she’d gotten caught in a door… yes… that was it… she’d explain away the tatters and deliver a flawless report.
10:30 AM - Call with IT
“C’mon, Hermann…”
Vicky quivered in nervous anticipation as she waited to be let into the Microsoft Teams meeting. IT had already bumped her back twice… 10am… 10:15am… All came and went, with just a simple ‘we need more time’ message sent her way. At least they were being courteous, taking their sweet time to fix issues more grave than that of an employee losing her very humanity.
Hermann fumbled his way through a ‘good morning’ and didn’t bother turning on his camera. “Ah. We should have tried out this new transaction code in the test realm. Our mistake.”
“Your mistake… I’m a rabbit! I’m a bunny. That’s a little more than a mistake, Hermann!”
“You’re right, that’s an honest-to-God error.”
Vicky gestured toward the fur poking through her ripped clothing. “Why would someone design such a pointless transaction code? Who could possibly want to be a fuzzy bunny?”
“I can think of a few people.”
“I’m sure you can, Hermann, but all I can think about right now is how much stress I’m under. I’ve got a presentation for leadership. People up the ranks will be watching me fumble through a slide deck because I’m a little preoccupied with these!” Vicky tugged on her floppy ears to accentuate her point.
‘That’s okay, you used OTEF1 right? That’s a new data transformation. If you want to change back, you can just edit your metamorphosis with OTEF2.”
“You created a program that manipulates reality and you still follow standard SAP naming conventions. Wow.”
“Just how it goes. No sense breaking a system that works, right?”
“Yeah, okay, so…” Vicky entered the new Transaction code, only to be rejected with an ‘unauthorized request’ warning. “Hermann, it’s not letting me use the new code.”
“Uh. Try the little pen icon on the transaction code.”
Vicky followed Hermann’s instructions only to arrive at the same result. Failure.
“Can’t you edit my name for me?!” Vicky gritted her buck teeth.
“Nope, it’s your custom-saved table. Only you can. Unless you log a ticket. Then I can once the ticket is assigned to my queue… which might take… a few days at this rate.”
“WHAT!?” Vicky’s voice rose into a beastly wail before she caught herself, hands clasped over her muzzle and face burning in shame.
“It’s a low-priority request, Vicky. Them’s the rules.”
“L-low priority?” Vicky leaned back in her chair, inadvertently crushing her fluffy cottontail while simultaneously not caring in light of more serious matters.
“Hermann! I have a meeting in twenty minutes! TWENTY MINUTES!”
“I… oh… I can’t help you right now, Vicky. Please just file a ticket and then–”
Vicky ended the call before slamming her head down on her desk.
“A rabbit, huh?” Peter looked down at her over the separator wall. “These SAP transactions are getting more ridiculous with each new enhancement and release.”
“You’re telling me… also, you’re not panicking… why aren’t you panicking?”
“I’m not the one who got turned into the Easter Bunny.” Peter shrugged and slipped back down to his desk.
“Very funny.” Vicky’s right eye twitched.
“I figured it was either that or a Bugs Bunny reference.”
“Whatever. Looks like I’m stuck going in there like this.”
“I’ll silently cheer you on remotely from my desk.”
“Ha.”
11:00 AM - Key Per-Fur-Mance Indicators and Transformations On Time and In Full
“V-Vicky?”
Nobody in the boardroom or on the call spoke, opting instead to stare with wide eyes and gasp through slack-jawed mouths. A few, the overachievers, took notes.
“So, Jack, hope I didn’t keep you all waiting too long. I’ve got the deck ready to share.” Vicky set down her laptop on the boardroom table.
“You c-can cast it through the meeting invite.” Jack tugged at his collar as Vicky set up her PowerPoint.
“Thanks, Jack. Everyone, I really must apologize in advance for the new look. A bit of an unexpected accident, but I’m rolling with the rabbit thing as best I can.”
“Okay…” Jack pursed his lips. “I suppose now, with everyone on the call, you can… uh… hop to it.”
One of Vicky’s ears twitched in provocation. “Funny, Jack. Funny.”
“Actually, no… no. I take back what I said. Why don’t you take a moment to explain the rabbit thing? Because I really want to understand the rabbit thing. We all want to understand the rabbit thing.”
Murmurs of agreement, spoken through pursed lips, filled the boardroom.
“Well, uh, I suppose I could just…” Inspiration flashed across Vicky’s eyes. “Show… you…”
Flipping from PowerPoint to GUI, Vicky pulled up the transaction code table for the room to see.
“Okay.” Vicky’s eyes locked with her boss’s. “Jack, what’s your username ID again?”
Category Story / Transformation
Species Rabbit / Hare
Gender Female
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