Tricky Drinks (Patreon)

Firon swirled the purple tincture into the tumbler and gave it a shake.

"What's that?" Mercy asked, watching the concoction burble and froth.

"Something fun." Firon smiled, pouring it into a tall glass and adding the accoutrement of a small umbrella.

With a scrunched up face, the wolf lifted it, sniffed. It smelled potent but flavorful. He took a sip. Tropical. Tasty. Something strange though...

Fangs showed on the dragon. The potion would kick in immediately.

"That's it. Keep going until you're satisfied with the change."

"Change? Wh-"