@HollysHollow asked: ...I'll be here if you need me.~
(As the drink the tonic, they feel a presence move through them. Before they can figure out who, their focus is caught by the tingling growth of fur, spreading rapidly, like pins and needles. Perhaps something familiar. Hands and feet shifting to paws, legs becoming digitigrade, they stumble, cling to each other for balance...
...Hm, their hands get stuck. Butterscotch's left and Persimmon's right. They try to pull away, but just end up falling over. By the time they realize what was actually happening, their torsos had already began to merge in an almost ooze-like manner, tearing through their shirts, distracting from the fluff that rips through the back of one of their pants. As their individual legs fuse together the same way, likely to make it an easier adjustment, they trip even more so. Though this leaves them with a stronger form, sturdier and heartier to support more minds, they slowly adjust, as they tumble over themselves, trying to figure out how to move again...
...And within this sea of senses, a third flustered voice calls out from behind them...!)
🥤 Soda’s voice warbles terribly. Iii can’t seeEeeEee…
🟡 Hrrrhh… No… Nonono what… W-what happened… What’s happening…
🟠A-aaaagck… Calm… C-calm down! Come on, we have to, we have to get up, so we can… so we can get out of here…!
🟡 I ccan’t… I can’t mmove us… W-we’re stuck together, how, hhow are we supposed to move?? I-I’m scared, I feel too big, l-like I’m too much, too much, too many—
🥤 Wwwait… I can feel… yyooouuu… You two… We’re one body… I knnnow what to doOo… Shift the controls… I’m… I’m the spine, so I can…
Suddenly, they manage to scramble to their feet!
🟠Ohhhh, I see… It’s Soda, right? You were the potion… And you made it so I control the arms, while Butterscotch controls the legs, instead of each of us getting one of both limb types on opposite sides…
🟡 Th-that’s much easier to control. Even without arms it isn’t too hard to get standing eventually, and having arms that are just a bit out of sync makes it even less of a problem.
đźź Yeah! Now, Butterscotch, I need you to take us closer to Holly.
🟡 W-why?
đźź So I can beat the shit out of her for doing this to us, duh.
🥤 ThthIs is exactly why I made Butterscotch control the legs, and not yOu, Persimmon…
🟡 Y-yeah, I don’t think that’s necessary, sis.
đźź Tch. Typical. Well, at least I can do this. Flips Holly off, then suddenly yelps and ducks her head as if someone just bonked her
🥤 I’m the spIine, so I can make you ffeel things… Wwhich means I can effectively still whack you for bbEing a little brat, hehe…
🟠RRRGH, F-FINE. No revenge upon you and your bloodline today, Holly. My… “cohort” is much too moral for such things.
🟡 Thanks for… uh… being interested in us… and providing us with new experiences… and uh… I-I’m trying to spin this in a way that downplays how horrifying this was because tbh it’s kinda just Tuesday around here.
🥤 Idk it’s prEtty intense to bbe “just TUesday” but yyeah don’t worry about us…
Thanks so much for engaging with us! This was a lot of fun, even if it isn’t our usual thing! I wonder if mingling the biology of various levels of magic-users will have any lasting effects on them after they split back up…?
