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The bird had left, but his words had been true - Red really had no energy to stand. At least he could talk. That was the only thing he could do now. "Odette!" he spat. "This isn't over! Sooner or later, I will taste your blood! There will be more games, and even if you evade me there, ascension...

Victory seemed certain -- until Odette shouted something which made her blood glow once again. Before Red could ponder its meaning, the dragon crashed onto his back, throwing both onto a nearby wall. Red turned his head with a hiss, but flinched as he saw the dragon had grown again. What is...

Red flattened his spines along his back to avoid them breaking as he rolled - another built-in instinct of the body, it seemed. Once stopped, the dragon pulled away her head and tried to stab the side of his neck, but he turned away to take the hit with the back of his hood instead. The wingtip...

Red saw the many reactions to his new form - nearly all of them fear, disgust or both. Fear was correct, but disgust showed once again how ignorant, how narrowminded the pitiful mareep were. By all accounts, this body was superior - larger, more limbs, comfortable on land and water, protective...

Red stopped, wide-eyed. He felt feelings that were very familiar and then feelings that were extremely unfamiliar. It only made him want to change back even quicker. So, while Clovis surely would have liked some more time to adjust to the effects of his potion, Red didn't have enough to spare...

Red's tail flicked from side to side as he watched the braided women return to his silver-haired target, who looked like he'd forgotten all about Miss Scarlet by now. Damn. It looked like that was a waste of time... he'd have to find another way to get back at them. If there could be one before...

You couldn't even begin to imagine how experienced I am at mutilating people, Red thought, somewhat saddened by the fact that he would not be able to tell him all about it. His tail bristled again. "Well, you see, that's because, uh..." "Oh, would you look at that, it's another drink for me,"...

A humorous thought flashed in his head, but quickly he realized it may actually work - this was a friend of Odette's, after all. "Thank you, but I'll survive. Their balls won't, though." The fur of his tail bristled. "Oh, no, you misunderstand. 'Straight' is... just catgirl slang. For a...

Red turned to Selene and nearly hissed before realizing that was far more of a cat than a girl thing to do. Instead, he gave an expression of shut the fuck up, you're ruining my plan, and then turned back to Clovis as if his smile had never left his face.

I should've just said Red, Red thought to himself. It's not as if it's an inherently masculine name, even if I'm so... usually am so masculine myself. "Nickname, actually. As a young b- girl, I wasn't so fond of my given name... and I wasn't aware of all the connotations when I chose this one."...

Clovis' motions unlocked memories in Red's mind - certain strategies he'd learned either by observation, reading them in books or both. He saw a chair nearby enough and fetched it. "Scarlet," he said as he sat down and also crossed his legs. It was... easier than usual, but he pushed away the...

Red faked a laugh he was quite proud of. "That's a bit rude, isn't it? I didn't take you for a brute." He curled his tail in the most sensual manner he could - wait, no, the guy didn't seem to like the tail even if Red did. Maybe he should just keep that thing out of sight. "What's your name...

Red thought back to the brionne's words. That was the experience of a pokémon, but she was human - and she'd be human again once this strange game ended. So it couldn't be a vision of the future, which meant his surely wasn't, either. He wouldn't be... taken... there. His hands weren't...

His heart pounded. No, he would not tell. It was probably rhetorical, but he would not tell anyone.

Red swallowed - despite the shock, he had to find out more about these visions. He got up, wobbling in this unfamiliar body, and walked closer to the woman. He froze up. He didn't know if he should be flattered or terrified that his new form was considered pretty. No, he did not want to be a...

The houndoom had let him go. He sighed in relief and got up on his legs. He fliched at the snort, nearly dashing off again, but his human mind could suppress the urge this time. He returned to the group with the hounds, but kept his distance and waited until Odette had consumed her own potion...

Red stayed quiet, frozen. What else could he do? Struggle? Bleat? Empty his bladder? A mareep was defenseless. There was nothing it could prove. It was a chew toy, nothing more. Nothing could stop the taunting, the shoving, the laughing, the hypocrisy, the -- [[ cw: bullying, homophobia...

As his mareep-brain finally seemed to have run out of ideas, Red simply focused on keeping his neck stiff lest it break from the violent thrashing. The rapidly changing sights and gravity churned his stomach - stomachs - so intensely that it was a wonder nothing came spewing out of his mouth...

The clack of claws on the floor behind him only fueled his drive to flee. Human thoughts kept attempting to take hold of his mind - stop running - there is no danger - turn around - you are humiliating yourself - coward - stop - but none could stick. Not even the one warning about the wet floor...

'Shut the fuck up,' Red tried to say, but out came only more bleats. Oh. He couldn't even talk. Great. She looked to the braided girl -- she got to be a houndour?! And the demon -- Before he could even begin to parse those words, his new mareep instincts took over. They saw the bared teeth of...