Art done by  sebafox

It was one odd little pamphlet that started it all. An advertisement for some kind of event, meant to draw in as many curious onlookers as possible. On the back of the paper, at the very end of all the grand and promising descriptions, was a little circled sentence: "Applications open."

Out of curiosity, he looked this "Roo League" up online, but found almost nothing except for their own website. Conveniently, it displayed all the boxes to sign up for a match right there on the first page. It couldn't hurt to try, right? A single match, a hundred buck prize, and the rules were the same as regular boxing, except that feet were allowed to be used. The Roo League, feet... that made sense.

So, Raael signed up, and he got an email with the location and time just a couple minutes later. When the time came, he wasted no time going on his way to check it out. The building was inconspicuous, most likely a rented venue. That made sense, seeing how this was supposedly a hobby league. He went inside, told the event hosts his name, recieved some shorts with a net shirt and a pair of gloves handed to him, and went off to the changing room.

But as soon as he put the attire on... he knew something was up. The gloves wouldn't come off once he tightened the straps around his wrists, and he could feel his feet grow, swelling enough to throw him off-balance. Thankfully he had his tail to catch himself, and to get a better look at what happened. His soles have grown truly large, much bigger than his torso-sized feet already were before.

Worst of all was the smell. The musk which he could always faintly notice was now much stronger and more pungent than before. He tried fruitlessly tugging at the gloves before somebody poked their head in, telling him with deadpan tone "You signed up for this match, you can't take them off until it's over."

Oh dear, what has he gotten himself into?