“Yeah, I noticed. It’s just, in light of everything else that’s happened this far, I don’t really mind. It’s humanoid and not really half-bad aesthetically, either. Plus, it makes my hair smell nice, and the light feel really nice.”
Odette was nodding in agreement. "No, I definitely think green is your color. All things considered, you look...really nice."
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. He hurried the last steps and stood with confidence.
"Hey, cool leotard, dude!" he shouted. "You know what's cooler, though?"
He downed the potion.
[[ This position transforms the drinker into the most terrifying creature they have ever encountered. ]]
Clovis heard Scarlet returning, and he felt his nose turn red. "Fuck me," he muttered. "Ignore this. I don't know what I drank."
Scarlet seemed indifferent, if not flustered herself, as she said something before downing her potion. First she was a woman, and then--
She was a worm.
He gazed up at the new form, unsure of whether he should be confused or downright horrified. Being that he'd been messing around with eldritch gods for most of his adult life, he had reason to go for the former. However, he also knew that being close to something like this was a big fat no-no.
"That's gonna be a
fuck no from me," he said, leaping over the back of the recliner and rushing, skates and all over to where Odette and Selene were standing.
Odette heard the transformation occur, and stared wide-eyed at who was once Red. Now, she actually looked impressed, as well as, well, frightened.
"Clovis, what is that?" she asked. She then noticed his outfit. "And
what are you wearing?"
"If I'd have known, I don't think I would have run from it," Clovis snapped back. "And this isn't the time for that!"
As he spoke, Odile suddenly appeared in a dash of movement. Her coveted Sharpedo plush was under her arms.
"̵I̷'̶m̷ ̴b̸a̶c̴k̵!̴ ̷A̶n̸d̶ ̶I̸-̸-̶"̷
Upon looking at Red, she dropped the plush, and a shrill gasp sounded from her.
"̴A̷r̸e̶ ̵w̶e̴ ̴f̸i̶g̶h̵t̵i̶n̵g̸ ̶a̸r̵e̴ ̶w̶e̷ ̷f̷i̸g̷h̵t̸i̸n̶g̸ ̶a̴r̴e̷ ̵w̸e̷ ̶f̷i̸g̵h̷t̴i̵n̴g̶ ̸a̵r̴e̴ ̸w̶e̴ ̵f̸i̵g̶h̴t̷i̸n̸g̶ Ä̸̱͍̟̥R̸̢̯̉̊͘E̴͉̟̟͎̕ ̴̨͓͌͋̅́W̶̞̎Ē̴̟̝͔͠ ̸̨̢͈̣͌F̵̨͇̘͔͌͐I̶̡̝̝̿̂̓̓G̸̝͚̤̦̽̑H̵̞̯̲̆̄͠T̶͙̿I̷̩̱̫̥͌̄́͘N̴͍̠̉̒̒͐Ḡ̸͍͆ ̸̡̣̫̂̈́͘Å̶̯̩͐R̵̗̃͝Ḙ̴͎̍̆̎̉ ̸̛͍̣͇͊̌W̷͍̕E̷̢͔̳̼̓ ̴̰̣̤̀̔́̆F̸̻̩̿I̸̧̽̈́Ǵ̵̦̠H̷̹̫̳̗͑̐͌T̵̟̭̬͙̿̊͝I̸̫̳̼̟̽N̴̼̊͆͗̿G̸̛̥̠̊̈́̀ ̴͚̳̭͚͐́Å̶̮̪͜R̴̹̪͗͝È̶̫̣̱̝̽͠ ̶̧̦̝̀W̶̫̐̓͆Ę̵̱̠̍͒̈́̐ ̴̲̣͓̈́̃̑̋F̴̃̇̒̎ͅI̶͙̓̎̾G̷̟͇̱̓͑͝Ḧ̸͕̼͍̌T̴̛̞̑͠I̷̺̦̳͌N̴̛͓͇̒G̴̦͍̫͗͜ A̴̩͚̯̘̮̰͚͚͗̒̀̇͆̏͗̽Ŕ̶̻̅̂͑̍̄̕̕͝͝ͅE̸͎̰͓̘̫̻̝͕͓̪̋̓̒̊͂̋̋̅̐̇͌̇̑ ̸̢͐Ẃ̴̪̭̠̻̬͖̥̤͙͌̀̿̉̒̎͆͛͗̀Ȇ̵̢̗͇̠͉̤̘͈̘̼̜͙̈́̅͒́̅͌͜͝͝ ̵̨̡͓̻͍̲͈̝̤̠̞̓͊͜F̸̪̫͚̫̤̼͗̾̾̓͆̿͗́̾̓͝ͅI̸̖͎̯̪̫̥̳͔͗̄̉̏Ǧ̵͍͉̮H̷͖̱͎̉͊̀̓̾̇̇͠͝T̸̨̪̞͈͓͛̈́͒͋͊͜I̷̢͙͖̙̔̅̀̆̈́̇͛͜͝͝͠Ṇ̷͉̤͖̰͉̟͉͚̭͚̦̄̒͜Ġ̶͚̯͉̔ ̷̢̢̤̠̯̮̻͋̾͊͋̎͛̂́́̅́͗ͅA̴̧̠͓͓̗̰͓̯̾͒͂́̄͜R̵̛̜̯̰̘̰̮̩̻͕̰̖̘̀͛ͅE̸̢͇̞͖̪̥͎͋̀͑̿́͂͑̇͆̄͜͝ͅ ̶̦͖̭̗̎́͛͋̾̔́̆̈͑̊̓W̶̢͓̞̳̭̌͊̀̍̈͌̌̏̀͝͝Ȩ̵͕̻̝̠̹̗̦͙̹͈͊̃̀͑̀͗̌̒̊̚͜ ̵͕̒͐͑̀̈̋̚F̸̡̛̮̫̐̄͋̈́̌͝ͅI̵̳͂̎͂̒Ǵ̶̢̭̞̺̲̘̬̈́̉͋̿͑̓̂͂̎̚Ḩ̷̣̱̬̩͉͙̱̝͛̄͌͗͗͌ͅT̸̡̗̹͎͉̫̲̙̀̌̂̍̎̽̓͊͌I̵̛̛̘̰̪͔͖̪̥͕̰̣̦͛̀̎͋̈́Ǹ̶̜̣͈̻̒̓͑͌̊͗̐̈̌̎̈́̚G̷̖͎̯͕͎̼͓̬̤͕͙̈́ ̵̡͚̪͈̪̪̦̼̻̤̒̑͂̎̐͐́͐̈́̄́̍͜͝ͅA̷̛͙̬͚̠̻̣̿̈̓̐͌̉̾͘̕͜ͅR̶̲̝͍̬̭͍̺̲̟̭̳͇̝̆̓̿̎͘Ē̸̢͖͍̠̜͇̤͆͊̈̃͐̂̚ ̶̘̽ͅW̸̢̛̞̼̻̄̂̑͛̒͌͑́̉̚͝Ẽ̸͖̈̿̅́́-̶̢̢̱̼̬̫̬̙̯̗̥̞̦̈́̌̀̀̀̑͝-̵̡̧̳̬͍͈̺̬̲͓̏́̂̈́̒̐̀̾̃̒̅̔͜͜ͅ"̴̡̧̧̛͔̼͚̪̩̣̻͔̯͖͂̇͛͐͑̋̅́͂̽͘͠"
"Odile," Odette said, shutting her up.
"Second stance, defensive."
A bellowing cheer rung out of Odile as her hands formed into those branch-like braids again. She rushed up behind Odette, and in two swift motions, sliced the sleeves of the dress open, revealing rows and rows of thin scars, stacked on top of each other. In a flick, Odile slit the skin on both of Odette's shoulders open, and the blood dripped down her arms almost immediately.
"̴̫̃̀͋T̸̞͙͔̙̹̙̯́͌̋̽Ḥ̷̥͕̅̄̈̌̋̏̅I̸̤̣͕͚̣͓̗̬͆͐͊̓S̷̠̯͍̣̱̑̉́͐̆͠ ̶̨̡̨̟̼̞͎̭͊͆͠I̶̺͈͉̝̾̄S̶̨̨̛̫͉̫̔̾́̽̕̕ ̴͚̟͑̂̂̽̈͑̒͘W̸̛̭͊́̑̎͂̕Ḩ̸̧̺̤͇͈̞̺͂̿͐̓̔̍̏̄Ã̶̧̪͚̇̾̈́͗͘͠Ţ̴̨̖̯͉̠͆̄͊́̀͛̽ ̶̰͎̮̙͙̍Ḭ̴̮́̅̓ ̷̧͇̖̙̟̗͎͉͗̈́͠͝͝L̴̨̥̬̦̦̋͒͗̊̀̓̃̕͜I̸̟̞̺̬̦̻̭̼͂̓V̷͕͒̈̇̆́̀̚E̴̞̫͛̒̾͌̈̇̅̕ ̶̖̮̈̓̐̀̃̉̃̀̊F̷͖̟̗̉͋͛͋͜͠Ŏ̴̗̘̼͒̐̃̀͐̂̈́͜R̶̹̟͙̜͔̊̈-̴̖̰̩͈̥̪̲̩̈͋̈́͂̊̓̈́̎͘-̵̞̥̝̍̆̓̈́͒͐W̸͍͍̠͒͐́̕É̶̢̛͇͈̘̥̮̺͇̗ ̵͈̺̤͈̳̞̳̏͐͊̓B̸̆̅̊̀͆͜R̶͚̐A̶̡̰̦̻̝̥̪͙͙͛̕W̶͇͓͖͋L̶͙͎͖̠͚̈́̈́͊!̶̬͍̟̹̑́́̈́̊̇̕"̷̺͐̋̆͑͌̾̈́͘͠
Odette's blood began to glow, and two beams of red energy shot from the bloody slits on her arms. They grew and grew until they were touching Odile, who was soon enveloped in a larger, more piercing glow. She floated upward, before melting out of her human form, and back into that large, branch dragon form she'd appeared as so many hours ago. Once fully formed, she dropped before Clovis, Odette, and Selene, and roared.
Odette, clearly not bothered by her new injuries sent an apologetic look to Selene. "Sorry, I sort of...roped you into this."
"Better behind Venira than whatever
she turned into," Clovis said, as he produced a handkerchief and held it to Odette's right shoulder.
"He," Odette corrected. "That's a he."
Clovis nodded, almost expectantly. "I knew he wasn't a fucking catgirl."
