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The Shears buzzed. Fighter changed. What followed was a rapid fire succession of emotions.

First came the brief, magical moment of relief. In that moment Fighter believed she was back to normal: skin unfurred, nose less cold, and ears which could in no wise be described as "floppy."

Then came the unsettling realization that "buxom" and "female" had become her new normal. At this realization, Fighter felt her spirits droop. So did her tail.

This last is what brought the burst of outrage.

"What the shit, Ranger?" she hissed. And hissing was itself startling.

Ranger smiled a wicked smile then. It was an expression which plainly meant, "Why should Inquisitor be the only one with a catfolk girlfriend? I want a turn!"

"Do you want to get scratched?" said Fighter. "Because I'm pretty sure I have natural attacks now."

Ranger's hands came up in a conciliatory sort of gesture. But there was something else in her hand now. Something besides the Shears. And this thing fluttered and bounced in the air. It wavered liked an insect or an injured bird, and Fighter's head began to track it. Her pupils began to dilate.

"Who's a good kitty?" Ranger's playful demeanor seemed to say. Fighter was not listening though. She was too busy flopping onto her back, batting at the air, and making gentle mewing noises in the back of her throat.

The kitty toy continued to dance in Ranger's hands. But even as it did, the half-orc knelt and fished around in the bag of holding at her side. There were all manner of wonders and entertainments inside. And some of these buzzed just as loudly as the Shears.