Chew Time: Orangina Fresh (Preview)

A preview for an upcoming story I've written in honor of my fifteenth anniversary of being on FurAffinity. A new story inspired by the Orangina Furry commercials.

She smiled brightly, a certain glint in her eyes. “Hello, everyone!” she spoke with the most cheerful, energetic of voices, “Welcome back to the another fabulous episode of The Transformative Chew! I am your lovely, blue host, Rachel Groves!”

Her grin broadened. “Ooooh, I got something really different today! It both is and isn't something I’d cover on the show!” She chuckled softly. “Frankly, I might've just avoided it like in most cases.”

Her eyes turned serious, and she dramatically held up a finger at the screen. All that was missing was a silly “HOLD IT” sound effect. “HOWEVER!” she declared, “This is still food & drink related, and, most importantly, it holds a very special place in my heart!”

Her expression softened, a pleasant, dream-like sigh leaving her mouth. “I had a very special experience with it nearly fifteen years ago!”

She drummed her fingers on the counter. “As such, allow me to proudly introduce you to this!” She reached off to the side, out of camera range, and pulled out a cold glass bottle. She held it to the screen, “This is-

“Orangina Fresh!” There was an abrupt, hard cut there. There was now just the glass bottle on a rotating, glass tray. It was clear and with a roundish base, almost like a potion bottle in a way. With how see-through it was, the liquid inside could be seen. It looked and had the thickness of orange juice. The cap though was a spray nozzle.

As the bottle turned, the blue label became visible. Written on it was “Orangina Douce”.

Rachel could be heard. “Do you remember those old, weird, furry-focused commercials from the olden, 2000's era? I think they were from France.”

There was another cut. This time, a montage played, showing various commercials cut up into three seconds each. They were old, low-resolution videos, but they all showed the same thing. Furry characters of different species doing odd things with or around orange juice. There was one clip of a bunch of zebra riding glass bottles that “ejaculated” their juice, while another clip showed a giraffe woman chasing down a guy on rollerblades.

“Mhm! Lots of sultry, sensual oddball ads from the land of romance!” Rachel chuckled, “All of them meant to get you steamed up to buy some OJ! Can't say how well that ad campaign did, but it certainly got my attention as well as many more.”

The scene cut back to Rachel, who held the bottle with both hands now. She looked at it dreamily. “I got one of these bottles back in 2010 and the results were pretty… “transformative”. She looked forward and winked at the camera.

A caption appeared very briefly: Editor's Note: Please Do Not Laugh and Encourage Her

“Very horsey to say the least!” she continued, the caption vanishing, “It seemed like I had gotten my hands on a special bottle at the time inspired by those ads. I think that drink might've been the first time a company had ever done anything transformation-related with a product of theirs!”

She placed her bottle down and sighed. “However, it seemed like that was it for them. One round of that orange juice. They hadn't done anything like it since, the cowards.” Her words had a bitter sting at the end.

However, she bounced right back with a big smile. “That is until recently!”

The camera panned to the side, putting more empty space on the left side. A window appeared in that space, showing more of the ads again. “If you recall,” Rachel said, “A bunch of those ads had some of the anthros using Orangina in ways that weren't for drinking, like for shampoo or laundry. Not sure how that sells orange juice, but I'm not gonna argue with France.”

The window vanished, and the camera recentered on Rachel. “Still, those ads must've been popular or had a resurgence of interest in them recently.” She picked the bottle up again. “It seems like Orangina decided to honor them with this special promotion.”

She looked at the back of the bottle, squinting. “I can't read French, but from what I understand and researched, this “OJ” acts as two things from the commercials: aftershave and deodorant while providing the fresh scent of squeezed oranges.

“So, there you have it! This both is and isn't drink-related!” She twisted the spray nozzle cap until the nozzle fully popped up. “This will be an exception to my rule, so I hope you understand and don't get all complainy in the comments.”

“Now then, let's give this a try!” She gave the bottle a firm shake. “Let's see what a little freshening up can do for me!”

She aimed the nozzle at her hand and gave it a good spray. Almost a second after, it started jittering. She placed the bottle down and slapped the hand that was holding it against the other, rubbing the liquid into it and soaking it up nicely.

“Oooooo! I'm feeling it already!” She clenched and unclenched her hands a few times before looking at them. Her smile grew, and she turned her hands around to face the camera, which zoomed in for a closer look.

Both of hands had sprouted pads out of her fingerprints and palms. The skin had swollen into soft, squishy, black pads. Her fingernails had moved more towards the tips of her fingers, thickening and shifting form. They were now darkish, stubby claws.