“What the fuck?” I exclaim as I jump back, just barely avoiding an eye-gouging.
“I’ll fuck your nostrils with my fairy cock and have you sneezing my cum for weeks,” he threatens, and I reel at the little shit’s nastiness—that’s a visual I really could have done without.
My hand flies up to my nose to protect my vulnerable nostrils. I start dodging toothpick sword attacks, all while the fairy hurls insults and threats at me with each parry. I’m not sure if I want to laugh, run screaming, or take notes at the foul shit coming out of the little guy’s mouth.
“Did your Cheeto dad fuck a lemon? Is that why your hair is so ugly? Or is the yellow just making a run for it so it can escape your dumb bitch brain?” he sneers, flying in front of my face as he tries to stab my hand.
“Hey!” I yell at the winged pest, drawing the line. “It’s fucking citrus ombré, you ignorant twat, and you wish your hair was this hot!”
With that, I shift my hand into talons and flick the little mosquito from hell away. The fairy gives a very un-tough girl scream as he goes flying through the air and smashes into a wall. The sound restores my good mood.
Who knew fairies were such angry little assholes? Tiny dick syndrome is in full effect with that one.
The shouting and fighting from the other inmates all over the yard snaps me back to attention, but I get knocked sideways when someone slams into me. Righting myself, I turn with renewed excitement, ready to join the fray.
Guards are starting to gather just as a fireball goes screaming through the crowd, and people leap and dive out of the way. It explodes against the outside wall of the prison and singes the concrete as it dies out. Another fireball gets thrown, and I look over to find a fae duo blowing them out like bubbles at a kid’s party. Looks like the fae came to play!
I turn back around just in time to watch a big meaty fist come right for my face.
Well, this isn’t going to feel good.
I take the hit, releasing a small grunt as the fist knocks into my cheek. Serves me right for taking my eyes off the fight all around me just to watch the fire. In my defense, cockatrices can’t ignore pretty colors like that. It’s science.
Reaching up, I catch the second fist before the dude can hit me again. I look up into the man’s growling face and find none other than Beast—the wolf shifter from the cafeteria. He’s finally back to settle the score.
I give him a beaming smile, which only serves to piss him off even more. I’m still clutching his fist, and we both wrestle for control over it. I laugh. I’ve alwayslovedthe game tug-of-war. Wolfy growls and swipes at me with his other hand, but I catch that too.
“What else you got, little fella?” I chirp excitedly, loving the look on his face that tells me he didn’t think I was this strong.
Pain suddenly rips up my back, and I gasp from the shock of it and push the wolf shifter away from me. I turn to findanotherwolf, this one fully shifted, his claw-tipped paw extended. I can already feel blood dripping down my back where he swiped those razor-sharp nails down the length of my spine. He snaps his teeth at me.
Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be? Just going to chuckfair fightright out the window and go for someone’s back? I thought my family was bad, but at least we always fight face-to-face. I mean, what’s the point of winning if you can’t do it the right way?
With a blink, I pull my beast forward. My cockatrice is simultaneously pissed and excited at the lesson we’re about to teach these two dishonorable shifters.
I feel armored scales rip out of my skin, covering my torso and legs as I grow ten-times the size of my human height. My arms extend, and sharp spurs shoot out of my wrists. Thick bat like wings spill out of my arms, ribs, and middle back, and colorful feathers in every shade of red, orange, and yellow sprout down my spine. The tip of my tail has spikes that join the plume of tail feathers there to be battle-ready.
“It’s a dragon!” someone screams, as I flash from woman to beast in seconds.
I reach out and catch the attacking wolf with a taloned hand and throw him across the field like he weighs nothing. He slams into the surrounding fence, and it sends jolts of electricity painfully into him before he crumples to the ground in a cloud of dirt. I let out an eardrum-rupturing screech.
Not a dragon.
I mock-spit on the ground at the thought.
I’m a motherfucking cockatrice, bitches!
I spin, accidentally whacking into and knocking down a bunch of fighting inmates with my tail.
Oopsie. It always takes me a few minutes to adjust to my large size when I shift.
Walk it off, folks.
I lock my bright yellow snake eyes on Wolfy and snap my bird’s beak at him. He stares at me, mouth open, and I stretch out to my full height so he can truly appreciate how badass I am.
He just stands staring up at me, stunned.
I know, right!I think cockily.
