If he'd been lucky, or as lucky as you could get when you suddenly had weird magic powers and got stuck as a fox, Mildmay woulda stayed a fox long enough to run off. But the problem with asking Kethe to help you out in a jam – and Mildmay had been asking him for help – was Kethe would, and fuck you over in the process.

So of course, whatever it was that made him a fox, wore off or gave up or something, and the next thing he knew, there was Mildmay the Fox, but not a fox, on his hands and knees there in the doorway. "Fuck me sideways," he muttered. He knew from experience, standing up was going to hurt like a bitch.