transformation · fursona · latex · canine · gas · altered mind · comfort · voiceless · furry · surreal horror
The vents were a labyrinth of damp metal and drifting blue haze. you moved cautiously, holding their breath against the eerie mist. Then a cough seized them—uncontrollable, violent—and the gas poured in, cold and sharp, flooding their lungs with a dizzying pain before everything went dark. Consciousness returned slowly, the chill of the vents replaced by animal warmth. They lay in a den, curled among a pile of sleeping, furred creatures, and realized with a slow, distant shock that their own body was now covered in smooth brown latex, limbs reshaped, voice gone. A deep, unnatural contentment held them there, still and quiet.