Pheagle and his three friends go out to eat at Chocobo Fried Chicken, only to transform into four large Chocobo-taurs after eating tasty drumsticks topped with Taur-Taur Sauce!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are no artificial ingredients or flavorings in our food: just juicy, flavorful chocobo fried in thick extra crispy batter and seasoned just right with our patented secret mix of XIV herbs and spices. We may have come a long way from our humble start as a single small-town counter service location in beautiful Gysahl Greens in 1987, but you can count on us to always put just as much effort and care into our food as we did then.
Now try our new, delicious, house-made TaurTaur sauce to add a kick of spice to your dinner! This secret blend is not only tasty, but also provides 100% of your daily recommended values of Vitamin Hay and Taurine.*
Why not let Colonel Chocobo do the cooking tonight?
*Available only at participating locations. CFC cannot be held liable for any spontaneous mutations, alterations, transformations, modifications, conversions, or metamorphoses that occur as a result of adding TaurTaur sauce to any of our existing offerings.
Surprised kwehs and warks filled the restaurant, accompanied by creaks, cracks, and crashes that startled patrons and employees alike. The four friends dropped their fried chocobo in shock as their limbs bulked with muscle and the nails on their merging fingers transformed into sharp claws. The booth groaned beneath the increasing weight and bulk of four new chocobo-taurs, red pleather ripping to reveal light stuffing as painted wood splintered and fell to the cracking tile below. Feathers pushed up from skin and grew, the occasional errant plume drifting away to land on nearby tables or chairs. Shoes squeaked and tore, laces and belts snapped with visceral force, and shirts, jackets, and pants tore along seams and gave way at their thinnest points.
Wings pushed up from their expanding lower halves, flapping madly as their human brains tried to figure out how to move them. Toes merged and pushed up and out of shredded footwear, the creak and ache of bones shifting and muscles growing causing the friends to kick and flail. The glass table was no match for them. It broke into large pieces that splintered into hundreds of glistening shards as they hit the hard ground.
After a moment, the changes slowed. Their faces pushed out as their teeth receded into hard beaks. Tufts of red, silver, blue, yellow, and purple feathers grew from where hair once was, and tail feathers fell in a cascade behind them. There was silence for a moment as they tried to adjust, reactions ranging from pure shock to surprise, delight, and annoyance. Finally, one of them spoke.
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