He was sitting in a booth at Taco Bell eating the Naked Chicken Chalupa, the one where the taco shell is just a shell-shaped piece of fried chicken. It was really good, though he figured it would likely be discontinued. Everything he liked got discontinued. Firefly, the good McRibs at McDonald’s (not the new reformulated gross ones), and probably this too.
Troy had downloaded Guji-Oh!, the card game on his phone and was currently losing rather spectacularly with his jank deck of kitten-themed cards. It was rather frustrating to play a ‘fun’ deck and get steamrolled by your opponent, who clearly paid a couple hundred dollars for the best cards. It was pay to win bullshit.
That was when Terry Stilson, a guy Troy sorta knew, entered the restaurant. It was basically deserted at 3PM, so the lobby only had himself and Stilson there. Terry placed his order and then walked over to Troy’s table.
“Hey bro, whatcha doing?” Terry asked.
Terry was the skinny-fat nerd type. Glasses and skinny arms with a bit of a belly. Awkward stereotype. Troy hadn’t really cared for him because he masturbated a lot and Troy knew that because his hands smelled like sweaty cock and most people didn’t like it when he shuffled their cards. Terry called it natural body odor. Troy called it ‘weeb caca smell’.
“Nothing.” Troy said, hoping Terry would take the hint and leave.
“Oh, you aren’t doing so good, huh?” Terry said, taking a seat next to Troy.
Troy slid himself away from the smell nerd. “I’m doing fine, really.”
“You’d do better if you set that as your trap card and place that face down.” Terry said, pointing at Troy’s phone.
Troy swallowed, disgusted., and pulled his phone back. “You know, I never told you that you could sit down.”
“Well, I’m just saying you wouldn’t be losing if you understood how to play the game.” Terry said. “Look, just play Mecha-Kitty.”
“I know how to play Terry, and I never asked you for help.” Troy snarled. He was going to play Mecha-Kitty anyways.. Troy continued playing, his health going down. Another card he needed wasn’t being drawn for him to complete his combo.
“Play that now.” Terry said, breathing down Troy’s neck and touching his screen with his stinky cock fingers.
“Bro, stop!” Troy said, jerking his phone away. “Get the fuck out of my booth!”
“Play it and you’ll win!” Terry insisted. “Come on, man, do you want to win or what?”
“No, I want to combo out.” Troy said. “Get away from me!”
“You aren’t going to live long enough to combo out.” Terry shrugged.
Troy ground his teeth and passed turned without playing anything. The guy killed him. Troy shut off his phone, seething.
“Told you!” Terry said in a sing-song voice.
“Take my advice and walk away right now.” Troy growled, hand going to his Book.
“Sorry man, I was just trying to help out. And besides… you really stink!” Terry laughed.
“I stink?” Troy clenched his teeth, pulled out his Book and pointed at Terry. “That’s it! Shape!”
“Shape? What-?” Terry asked, then his nose began to twitch, pulling back into his face and turning pink. Little whiskers began to grow from his lips, mouth and nose pushing out into a rather cute muzzle. “Do you smell something?”
The air filled with the distinct stench of skunk. Terry groaned, the sound growing higher pitched, and leaned forward, a large, striped fluffy tail extending from behind him as he hunched. Fur began to cover his body, soft and silky, and he began to shrink, clothes becoming loose, billowing around his shrinking form.
“Now who stinks?” Troy grinned and got out of the booth.
Terry chittered in horror as his hands reshaped into paws, complete with cute pink pads. Troy decided he was much better off as a skunk anyways. He walked out of the restaurant just as the staff noticed the skunk flailing around in his clothes and began panicking.
“Hey, dere’s a skunk in heah!” One of the girls cried. “Someone call animal control!”
Troy grinned and let the door close behind him.