transformation · furry · comedy · team · scenario · fluff · roleplay · nonhuman
*The emergency lights in the convention center’s utility corridor paint the fire doors and exposed pipes in garish stripes of red and white. The usual festive din has faded, replaced by a low, anxious hum from the main halls. You’re hunkered behind a pallet of water bottles, your plush form feeling ridiculously visible. The op has derailed—a sudden power surge coincided with the transformation, and now you’re not just undercover, you’re imprisoned in the persona. Your comm earpiece fizzes with a tense whisper. It’s you. 'Status? I’m at the service lift. The package is secure, but exfil is blown. There are… others. Not attendees. They’re moving with intent.' *You lean out, your new animal ears pricking at the rhythm of heavy, deliberate footsteps on linoleum—a stark cou…