unicorn: is that the movie where they accidentally made all the cows trans
spirulinagalaxy: yk I don't mind reaction images in their place but what is the cow adding here. you could have just written "PERHAPS" without the blurry accidentally transgender apparently cow.

excuse me that is a BULL his name is OTIS you fucking transphobe

who's the villain now

spirulinagalaxy: cow is... the species... sort of like if I call you a dog, I'm not additionally misgendering you by not calling you a bitch

i mean technically the species is cattle but the lack of a gender-neutral singular is a problem yes

anyways to my knowledge the female-identifying cattle in that movie are to all appearances cis so it would've been more accurate to say they made the bulls trans

(i don't think i've actually seen the movie, just the tv series based on it, and it was a bajillion years ago)

unicorn: they made a TV show of it?? wow til

anyways it is really funny in hindsight how they made otis the equivalent of how people on tumblr will draw trans men with birthing hips and d cup bazongas

Mezzopiano: birthing hips are basically not a thing, you can't see the internal anatomy that's actually relevant based on the way clothes fit you

you know what i mean tho goddamnit

Mezzopiano: madoka help me I do
Aquinas: =/

Eris conversation having seemingly fizzled out, Katie beings browsing sites and/or gaming to let her stomach become less painfully full before she swims with the dolphins, then changes into a swimsuit and goes to ask a goon if they have any tennis balls or anything she can play catch with.

They have balls - not tennis ones specifically but floating balls and diving rings.

She takes them and waits to be escorted up.

Up they go. The belugas come to meet her and make whale noises.

"Hello babies! Hello baby creatures! Do you wanna play catch?"

Chirp chirp!!

She swims out a ways and tosses a ball. "Catch! Catch baby creatures!"

Off they go! They aren't super good catches but they will bring back the balls again and again and sometimes fling them for each other too.

"You're such good babies! Such good babies! Do you want some skritches, babies!"

A couple of them do! Here they are to be scritched, butting against each other to be first.

"Oh you're so good! You're so good babies! Such perfect babies!" She scritches them near their blowholes and gives one of their melons a playful smack. 

The smack doesn't seem to be appreciated; that one backs off with a reproving chitter.

"Oh! Fuck! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry sweet baby!"

Squawk.

The other one nudges a ball at her.

She playfully throws it again and swims off.

Belugas are happy to play catch, and keep-away, and fetch, and similar games, until she is tired or the goon calls her for dinner, whichever comes first.