The Last to Comment Wins

[Tempokai]

I'm winning currently by buying gas station sushi

 

[Navillus]

Nyah!

 

[Anonjohn20]

Nyah!

 

[JayMark]

FELLOW GOAT

Spoiler: THE GOAT

"I am winning currently!" ElijahRyne announced.

Goat shuffled into the forum pub like he owned the place, his hooves clacking against the worn wooden floorboards. He smelled faintly of wet hay and something sharper, like licorice left out in the sun.

Shiriru_B's ears perked up from her booth in the corner. "Wah?" she said, half-standing.

Tempokai sighed into his drink. "Here we go."

Goat's grin widened impossibly further at the scattered reactions, his elongated pupils flicking from face to face. "Missed me, didn'tcha?" His voice was a rasping singsong, like a broken accordion wheezing out a tune. The air smelled suddenly heavier—wet hay, yes, but beneath it, the electric tang of a storm brewing.

Shiriru_B's tail twitched, her claws clicking against her empty tankard. "Wah! You smell like a barnfire," she blurted, then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.

Navillus burst into giggles, her laughter punctuated by involuntary "Nyans" between breaths.

JayMark shifted his massive wings with a leathery snap, blocking the overhead lamp and casting Goat in shadow—which, somehow, only made his grin more visible.

Goat waggled a hoof at Shiriru_B. "Barnfire's generous. Last week it was wet dog and regret." He leaned across the bar, snagging ElijahRyne's untouched beer with a deft hook of his hoof. Elijah opened his mouth to protest, then shrugged. Goat chugged the entire pint without breaking eye contact.

Navillus's giggles tapered into intrigued sniffles, her nose twitching. "Nyan... you *didn't* roll in chili powder again?" She scooted closer, unthinking, until her knee knocked against Goat's leg. A static shock snapped between them. She yelped—"NYAN!"—and recoiled, shaking her hand. Goat's grin didn't falter, but his pupils narrowed to slivers.

JayMark's tail thumped against the booth, rattling glassware. "Cut the theatrics," he rumbled. His wings flexed, scattering dust motes into the lamplight. "Last time you showed up, the taps ran sour for a week."

Goat's ears twitched. He set the empty pint down with exaggerated care. "Sour? Or improved?"

Then he lunged.

Shiriru_B saw it coming—barely—but physics dictated that a charging goat with the momentum of a freight train couldn't be dodged in a cramped booth. His forehead connected with her ribcage first, knocking the "Wah!" clean out of her lungs.

Navillus yowled—"NYAN-*oof*!"—as Goat pivoted mid-step and rammed her shoulder, sending her tail-over-ears into ElijahRyne's lap.

The socialist barely had time to mutter "bourgeois violence" before Goat's skull grazed his temple, tipping him sideways into the bull's wings.

JayMark snorted—literally—a hot gust of air blasting from his nostrils as he reared back, but Goat was already ricocheting toward Tempokai.

The philosopher raised his tankard like a shield, sloshing ale everywhere as those yellowed teeth snapped shut centimeters from his fingers.

"Ah," Tempokai observed dryly, wiping his spectacles with his sleeve, "the Nietzschean impulse made flesh. Or hoof, rather."

Goat's forehead connected with JayMark's sternum. The bull exhaled sharply, a sound like a creaking ship's mast, and staggered back into the bar. Bottles rattled ominously.

Shiriru_B, wheezing from the first impact, barely managed to croak out a "Wah—*ack*—!" before Goat pivoted and rammed her again, this time with his shoulder. She folded around the blow like a dropped napkin, tail puffed to twice its size.

Tempokai, ever the observer, noted how her claws left permanent grooves in the tabletop as she slid sideways.

Navillus, still half-sprawled in Elijah's lap, yowled as Goat's hind legs kicked out mid-turn—not quite hitting her, but close enough to send her scrambling backward with another chorus of "Nyans!"

Goat's hooves skidded on a puddle of spilled ale as he ricocheted off Shiriru_B, pirouetting with interrupted momentum toward JayMark. The bull barely had time to brace before Goat's forehead connected with his sternum again—this time with a hollow *thoomp* that reverberated through the pub like a bass drum. JayMark's wings flared instinctively, sending a gust of stale beer and sawdust into the air, but Goat was already rebounding, his trajectory wild and grinning.

Tempokai ducked just in time. The goat's horns grazed his hairline, ruffling his fringe as he passed. "Remarkable kinetic efficiency," the philosopher muttered, adjusting his glasses.

ElijahRyne, still half-pinned under Navillus's flailing limbs, threw up his hands in surrender. "Means of production—" he began, before Goat's shoulder caught him mid-sentence, knocking the breath into a wheeze. The socialist's glasses flew off, landing on Navillus's tail with a soft *plop*.

Goat skidded to a stop, hooves digging grooves into the floorboards. The pub was a wreck—tankards overturned, chairs upended, Navillus's tail now wearing Elijah's spectacles like some avant-garde accessory. Goat surveyed the carnage, his grin never wavering. Then, with a flourish that shouldn't have been possible on cloven hooves, he took a deep, theatrical bow. His horns nearly scraped the floor. "Encore?" he rasped, winking at Shiriru_B, who was still wheezing into the booth cushions.

The bow morphed seamlessly into a backwards shuffle toward the door, his movements suddenly fluid where moments ago they'd been chaos.

JayMark groaned, rubbing his sternum. "You're *leaving*? After that?"

Goat paused mid-step, ears swiveling. "Aw, big guy—miss me already?" He blew a kiss with his gap-toothed smirk, then kicked the door open with a hind leg without breaking stride. The hinges screamed in protest. Outside, the wind caught his fur, fluffing him up like a dandelion on the breeze. "Next round's on Tempokai!" he called over his shoulder. The door slammed shut behind him with finality.

"I am currently winning!" ElijahRyne proclaimed.

 

[Shiriru_B]

Hello.

 

[JayMark]

Hello.

That was a very ladylike way to greet the forum.

 

[Shiriru_B]

That was a very ladylike way to greet the forum.

Uhm actually to greet the forum in a lady like manner I would need to bow at a 45 degree angle while lifting the sides of the dress while closing the eyes in a gentle manner while also adding the proper term of address towards the forum and since I have not done that, it is therefore not "lady like" and is instead a neutral greeting *fixes glasses as they catch the light a bit*.

 

[JayMark]

Uhm actually to greet the forum in a lady like manner I would need to bow at a 45 degree angle while lifting the sides of the dress while closing the eyes in a gentle manner while also adding the proper term of address towards the forum and since I have not done that, it is therefore not "lady like" and is instead a neutral greeting *fixes glasses as they catch the light a bit*.

Could this mean? You read those books! You studied those books? The only way you could know such information is if you diligently studied. My training wasn't in vain! You've absorbed a degree of grace and nobility after all. Under all that nonchalant coolness is a proper refined princess waiting to bloom!

But no, I'm not coming back to endure training you. I shall make my leave, my lady.

 

[Shiriru_B]

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Could this mean? You read those books! You studied those books? The only way you could know such information is if you diligently studied. My training wasn't in vain! You've absorbed a degree of grace and nobility after all. Under all that nonchalant coolness is a proper refined princess waiting to bloom!

But no, I'm not coming back to endure training you. I shall make my leave, my lady.

These were merely the knowledge I attained from Victorian era drama shows as well as others, don't think I would read those books.

 

[Tempokai]

I'm winning currently by not having insane stomach whatever the medical channels have been saying about the gas station sushi, so I'm regrettably working as usual

 

[Anonjohn20]

Spoiler: THE GOAT

"I am winning currently!" ElijahRyne announced.

Goat shuffled into the forum pub like he owned the place, his hooves clacking against the worn wooden floorboards. He smelled faintly of wet hay and something sharper, like licorice left out in the sun.

Shiriru_B's ears perked up from her booth in the corner. "Wah?" she said, half-standing.

Tempokai sighed into his drink. "Here we go."

Goat's grin widened impossibly further at the scattered reactions, his elongated pupils flicking from face to face. "Missed me, didn'tcha?" His voice was a rasping singsong, like a broken accordion wheezing out a tune. The air smelled suddenly heavier—wet hay, yes, but beneath it, the electric tang of a storm brewing.

Shiriru_B's tail twitched, her claws clicking against her empty tankard. "Wah! You smell like a barnfire," she blurted, then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.

Navillus burst into giggles, her laughter punctuated by involuntary "Nyans" between breaths.

JayMark shifted his massive wings with a leathery snap, blocking the overhead lamp and casting Goat in shadow—which, somehow, only made his grin more visible.

Goat waggled a hoof at Shiriru_B. "Barnfire's generous. Last week it was wet dog and regret." He leaned across the bar, snagging ElijahRyne's untouched beer with a deft hook of his hoof. Elijah opened his mouth to protest, then shrugged. Goat chugged the entire pint without breaking eye contact.

Navillus's giggles tapered into intrigued sniffles, her nose twitching. "Nyan... you *didn't* roll in chili powder again?" She scooted closer, unthinking, until her knee knocked against Goat's leg. A static shock snapped between them. She yelped—"NYAN!"—and recoiled, shaking her hand. Goat's grin didn't falter, but his pupils narrowed to slivers.

JayMark's tail thumped against the booth, rattling glassware. "Cut the theatrics," he rumbled. His wings flexed, scattering dust motes into the lamplight. "Last time you showed up, the taps ran sour for a week."

Goat's ears twitched. He set the empty pint down with exaggerated care. "Sour? Or improved?"

Then he lunged.

Shiriru_B saw it coming—barely—but physics dictated that a charging goat with the momentum of a freight train couldn't be dodged in a cramped booth. His forehead connected with her ribcage first, knocking the "Wah!" clean out of her lungs.

Navillus yowled—"NYAN-*oof*!"—as Goat pivoted mid-step and rammed her shoulder, sending her tail-over-ears into ElijahRyne's lap.

The socialist barely had time to mutter "bourgeois violence" before Goat's skull grazed his temple, tipping him sideways into the bull's wings.

JayMark snorted—literally—a hot gust of air blasting from his nostrils as he reared back, but Goat was already ricocheting toward Tempokai.

The philosopher raised his tankard like a shield, sloshing ale everywhere as those yellowed teeth snapped shut centimeters from his fingers.

"Ah," Tempokai observed dryly, wiping his spectacles with his sleeve, "the Nietzschean impulse made flesh. Or hoof, rather."

Goat's forehead connected with JayMark's sternum. The bull exhaled sharply, a sound like a creaking ship's mast, and staggered back into the bar. Bottles rattled ominously.

Shiriru_B, wheezing from the first impact, barely managed to croak out a "Wah—*ack*—!" before Goat pivoted and rammed her again, this time with his shoulder. She folded around the blow like a dropped napkin, tail puffed to twice its size.

Tempokai, ever the observer, noted how her claws left permanent grooves in the tabletop as she slid sideways.

Navillus, still half-sprawled in Elijah's lap, yowled as Goat's hind legs kicked out mid-turn—not quite hitting her, but close enough to send her scrambling backward with another chorus of "Nyans!"

Goat's hooves skidded on a puddle of spilled ale as he ricocheted off Shiriru_B, pirouetting with interrupted momentum toward JayMark. The bull barely had time to brace before Goat's forehead connected with his sternum again—this time with a hollow *thoomp* that reverberated through the pub like a bass drum. JayMark's wings flared instinctively, sending a gust of stale beer and sawdust into the air, but Goat was already rebounding, his trajectory wild and grinning.

Tempokai ducked just in time. The goat's horns grazed his hairline, ruffling his fringe as he passed. "Remarkable kinetic efficiency," the philosopher muttered, adjusting his glasses.

ElijahRyne, still half-pinned under Navillus's flailing limbs, threw up his hands in surrender. "Means of production—" he began, before Goat's shoulder caught him mid-sentence, knocking the breath into a wheeze. The socialist's glasses flew off, landing on Navillus's tail with a soft *plop*.

Goat skidded to a stop, hooves digging grooves into the floorboards. The pub was a wreck—tankards overturned, chairs upended, Navillus's tail now wearing Elijah's spectacles like some avant-garde accessory. Goat surveyed the carnage, his grin never wavering. Then, with a flourish that shouldn't have been possible on cloven hooves, he took a deep, theatrical bow. His horns nearly scraped the floor. "Encore?" he rasped, winking at Shiriru_B, who was still wheezing into the booth cushions.

The bow morphed seamlessly into a backwards shuffle toward the door, his movements suddenly fluid where moments ago they'd been chaos.

JayMark groaned, rubbing his sternum. "You're *leaving*? After that?"

Goat paused mid-step, ears swiveling. "Aw, big guy—miss me already?" He blew a kiss with his gap-toothed smirk, then kicked the door open with a hind leg without breaking stride. The hinges screamed in protest. Outside, the wind caught his fur, fluffing him up like a dandelion on the breeze. "Next round's on Tempokai!" he called over his shoulder. The door slammed shut behind him with finality.

"I am currently winning!" ElijahRyne proclaimed.

No futas mentioned. 0/10 story.

 

[JayMark]

No futas mentioned. 0/10 story.

Spoiler: FUTA FUTA FUTA FUTA!

Tempokai scratched his chin, staring at the coffee stain on his frayed sleeve like it held the secrets of the universe. "Existence is just an illusion," he muttered, "but this stain is depressingly real." Across the table, Shiriru_B wagged her tail hard enough to knock over an empty mug. "Wah! Philosophy is boring. Can we get pancakes instead?"

Navillus stretched her arms above her head, her bell collar jingling. "Nyan~ If we're doing breakfast, I call dibs on the salmon omelet!" She flicked her ears toward JayMark, who was currently attempting—and failing—to fold his massive winged bulk into a booth clearly meant for humans. Wood groaned ominously beneath him.

ElijahRyne sighed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Why are we even at Denny's at 3 AM?" The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting weird shadows under everyone's faces.

AnonJohn20—perched atop a stack of syrup-sticky menus—wiggled its pencil-holder limbs excitedly. "Because chaos magic works best during the witching hour, duh." It produced a glittering wand from god-knows-where, twirling it between stubby fingers.

"Wait, no—" Tempokai's warning came too late. The wand flashed violet, and the air crackled with ozone.

Shiriru_B yelped as her leather jacket suddenly strained across new curves, her tail puffing up like a startled raccoon’s. "WAH?! Why do I feel... extra parts?!" Her face burned crimson as she clamped her thighs together.

Navillus’s ears flattened. "Nyan—what the hell did you—" She froze mid-protest, her whiskers twitching as her skirt tightened uncomfortably. Her tail lashed like a live wire. "Ohhh no. No no no. This is *not* the upgrade I wanted!" She grabbed a napkin dispenser and hurled it at AnonJohn20, who ducked with a gleeful squeak.

JayMark’s wings spasmed, knocking over a sugar caddy. His deep voice cracked. "Uh. Guys. I think my horns just shrunk." He touched his forehead gingerly, then yanked his hand back as if burned when it brushed something lower. His hooves scraped the tile floor as he tried to discreetly cross his legs, face hotter than the griddle in the kitchen.

Tempokai blinked down at himself, his usual existential calm shattered. His threadbare sweater now clung in ways that made him profoundly aware of his own pulse. "This... complicates my theory about the impermanence of form," he croaked, clutching his coffee like a lifeline. The liquid rippled—his hands were shaking.

ElijahRyne made a strangled noise, pressing his—*her*—back against the vinyl booth. "AnonJohn20, reverse this *right now* or I swear I'll—" She flinched as her own voice pitched higher mid-threat, gloved hands flying to her throat. The motion made her newly acquired anatomy shift under her oversized hoodie, and she groaned, slumping forward to thunk her forehead against the table.

Shiriru_B's ears pinned back as she squirmed, tail now tucked between her legs like she could hide the evidence. "Wah... This is *so* unfair," she whined, her usual bravado crumbling. The diner's AC kicked on, sending a chill up her spine—and elsewhere—that made her grit her teeth. "Why’s it gotta be *cold* in here?!"

AnonJohn20 bounced on the table, its pencil limbs clattering against the laminate. "Aww, don’t be shy!" it chirped, wand twirling. "You’re all perfect now! Super cute, super fun—" It leaned in conspiratorially. "And super eligible for my harem~"

The collective disgust hit like a physical force. Navillus’s fur stood on end as she hissed, hackles raised. "NYAN—ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Her claws dug into the cracked vinyl booth, pupils slit thin with rage. "Reverse this now, you walking stationery disaster!"

Tempokai’s fingers twitched toward his coffee like he wanted to throw it, but settled for clutching it tighter instead. His voice came out strangled—half from horror, half from distracting friction of denim against new sensitivities. "Harems are morally dubious constructs built on the commodification of—" He squeaked mid-sermon as Shiriru_B’s elbow jabbed his ribs.

"Wah! Less philosophy, more fixing this!" Shiriru_B barked, her ears flat against her skull. She kicked AnonJohn20’s table-leg hard enough to rattle silverware, then immediately regretted it when the motion jostled something new she had. Her muzzle scrunched. "Ugh, I can feel my heartbeat there now—what kind of sick joke—?!"

JayMark cleared his throat—or tried to. The sound came out weirdly high-pitched, and he winced before trying again. "Listen, uh, AnonJohn. Buddy." His wings twitched nervously. Swallowing hard, he gestured vaguely—and carefully—toward his lower half. "This ain’t right." The fluorescent light caught the sweat beading on his forehead. "I can’t even stand up without—"

Navillus slapped her hands over her pointed ears. "Nyan! No one wants to hear about your bull problems right now!" Her tail lashed, knocking a ketchup bottle onto its side. The sticky red liquid oozed onto the laminate, mirroring the metaphorical blood in her eyes as she glared at AnonJohn20. "Fix. This. Or I’m gonna see how many pencils I can shove up your butt."

AnonJohn20 giggled, its pencil limbs clattering against the table like xylophone mallets on bad cocaine. "Ohhh, you’re all so cute when you’re flustered!" It twirled the wand once more—not to reverse anything, but to sketch a glittery pink portal in midair. "Anyway, smells like someone’s about to cry to management about ‘magical harassment’—whelp, bye~!" With a wiggle of its eraser-shaped butt, it intoxicated backwards through the portal, which snapped shut with a sound like a rubber band popping. The wand clattered to the table, now just a cheap plastic stick coated in melted glitter.

Absolute silence. Even the diner’s humming fridge seemed to hold its breath. Shiriru_B was the first to move—snatching the wand and shaking it like a malfunctioning ketchup bottle. "WAH?! It’s just—empty?!" Her ears drooped as she tossed it aside, where it bounced pathetically off Navillus’s knee. The catgirl’s tail puffed to twice its size, her pupils contracting to furious pinpricks. "NYAN—so we’re just stuck like this?!" Her voice cracked on the last word, claws shredding the napkin she’d grabbed in a futile attempt to cover something. It tore into confetti.

"Yep. Until ElijahRyne changes us back."

But ElijahRyne was feeling his ample chest, "I am currently winning!"

 

[Tempokai]

I'm winning currently by eating pizza, sushi rolls, chicken wings, and regret

 

[JayMark]

I must use AI for shitposting, because I can't engage with an adversary I don't understand.

 

[Navillus]

Nyah!

 

[Shiriru_B]

 

[Navillus]

Nyah!

 

[Worthy39]

Spoiler: FUTA FUTA FUTA FUTA!

Tempokai scratched his chin, staring at the coffee stain on his frayed sleeve like it held the secrets of the universe. "Existence is just an illusion," he muttered, "but this stain is depressingly real." Across the table, Shiriru_B wagged her tail hard enough to knock over an empty mug. "Wah! Philosophy is boring. Can we get pancakes instead?"

Navillus stretched her arms above her head, her bell collar jingling. "Nyan~ If we're doing breakfast, I call dibs on the salmon omelet!" She flicked her ears toward JayMark, who was currently attempting—and failing—to fold his massive winged bulk into a booth clearly meant for humans. Wood groaned ominously beneath him.

ElijahRyne sighed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Why are we even at Denny's at 3 AM?" The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting weird shadows under everyone's faces.

AnonJohn20—perched atop a stack of syrup-sticky menus—wiggled its pencil-holder limbs excitedly. "Because chaos magic works best during the witching hour, duh." It produced a glittering wand from god-knows-where, twirling it between stubby fingers.

"Wait, no—" Tempokai's warning came too late. The wand flashed violet, and the air crackled with ozone.

Shiriru_B yelped as her leather jacket suddenly strained across new curves, her tail puffing up like a startled raccoon’s. "WAH?! Why do I feel... extra parts?!" Her face burned crimson as she clamped her thighs together.

Navillus’s ears flattened. "Nyan—what the hell did you—" She froze mid-protest, her whiskers twitching as her skirt tightened uncomfortably. Her tail lashed like a live wire. "Ohhh no. No no no. This is *not* the upgrade I wanted!" She grabbed a napkin dispenser and hurled it at AnonJohn20, who ducked with a gleeful squeak.

JayMark’s wings spasmed, knocking over a sugar caddy. His deep voice cracked. "Uh. Guys. I think my horns just shrunk." He touched his forehead gingerly, then yanked his hand back as if burned when it brushed something lower. His hooves scraped the tile floor as he tried to discreetly cross his legs, face hotter than the griddle in the kitchen.

Tempokai blinked down at himself, his usual existential calm shattered. His threadbare sweater now clung in ways that made him profoundly aware of his own pulse. "This... complicates my theory about the impermanence of form," he croaked, clutching his coffee like a lifeline. The liquid rippled—his hands were shaking.

ElijahRyne made a strangled noise, pressing his—*her*—back against the vinyl booth. "AnonJohn20, reverse this *right now* or I swear I'll—" She flinched as her own voice pitched higher mid-threat, gloved hands flying to her throat. The motion made her newly acquired anatomy shift under her oversized hoodie, and she groaned, slumping forward to thunk her forehead against the table.

Shiriru_B's ears pinned back as she squirmed, tail now tucked between her legs like she could hide the evidence. "Wah... This is *so* unfair," she whined, her usual bravado crumbling. The diner's AC kicked on, sending a chill up her spine—and elsewhere—that made her grit her teeth. "Why’s it gotta be *cold* in here?!"

AnonJohn20 bounced on the table, its pencil limbs clattering against the laminate. "Aww, don’t be shy!" it chirped, wand twirling. "You’re all perfect now! Super cute, super fun—" It leaned in conspiratorially. "And super eligible for my harem~"

The collective disgust hit like a physical force. Navillus’s fur stood on end as she hissed, hackles raised. "NYAN—ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Her claws dug into the cracked vinyl booth, pupils slit thin with rage. "Reverse this now, you walking stationery disaster!"

Tempokai’s fingers twitched toward his coffee like he wanted to throw it, but settled for clutching it tighter instead. His voice came out strangled—half from horror, half from distracting friction of denim against new sensitivities. "Harems are morally dubious constructs built on the commodification of—" He squeaked mid-sermon as Shiriru_B’s elbow jabbed his ribs.

"Wah! Less philosophy, more fixing this!" Shiriru_B barked, her ears flat against her skull. She kicked AnonJohn20’s table-leg hard enough to rattle silverware, then immediately regretted it when the motion jostled something new she had. Her muzzle scrunched. "Ugh, I can feel my heartbeat there now—what kind of sick joke—?!"

JayMark cleared his throat—or tried to. The sound came out weirdly high-pitched, and he winced before trying again. "Listen, uh, AnonJohn. Buddy." His wings twitched nervously. Swallowing hard, he gestured vaguely—and carefully—toward his lower half. "This ain’t right." The fluorescent light caught the sweat beading on his forehead. "I can’t even stand up without—"

Navillus slapped her hands over her pointed ears. "Nyan! No one wants to hear about your bull problems right now!" Her tail lashed, knocking a ketchup bottle onto its side. The sticky red liquid oozed onto the laminate, mirroring the metaphorical blood in her eyes as she glared at AnonJohn20. "Fix. This. Or I’m gonna see how many pencils I can shove up your butt."

AnonJohn20 giggled, its pencil limbs clattering against the table like xylophone mallets on bad cocaine. "Ohhh, you’re all so cute when you’re flustered!" It twirled the wand once more—not to reverse anything, but to sketch a glittery pink portal in midair. "Anyway, smells like someone’s about to cry to management about ‘magical harassment’—whelp, bye~!" With a wiggle of its eraser-shaped butt, it intoxicated backwards through the portal, which snapped shut with a sound like a rubber band popping. The wand clattered to the table, now just a cheap plastic stick coated in melted glitter.

Absolute silence. Even the diner’s humming fridge seemed to hold its breath. Shiriru_B was the first to move—snatching the wand and shaking it like a malfunctioning ketchup bottle. "WAH?! It’s just—empty?!" Her ears drooped as she tossed it aside, where it bounced pathetically off Navillus’s knee. The catgirl’s tail puffed to twice its size, her pupils contracting to furious pinpricks. "NYAN—so we’re just stuck like this?!" Her voice cracked on the last word, claws shredding the napkin she’d grabbed in a futile attempt to cover something. It tore into confetti.

"Yep. Until ElijahRyne changes us back."

But ElijahRyne was feeling his ample chest, "I am currently winning!"

Not enough swords, 0/10.

 

[JayMark]

Not enough swords, 0/10.

Flesh swords!

 

[Goat]

GOAT