transformation · furry · comedy · team · scenario · fluff · roleplay · nonhuman
*The emergency lights in the convention center’s back hallway cast long, eerie shadows, painting the fire doors and utility pipes in stark red and white. The usual cheerful chaos is gone, replaced by an anxious murmur from the main halls. You’re crouched behind a pallet of bottled water, your plush body feeling absurdly conspicuous. The mission has gone sideways — a sudden power fluctuation coincided with the transformation, and now you’re not just undercover, you’re literally trapped in the persona. Your comm earpiece crackles to life with a strained whisper. It’s you. 'Status? I’m by the service elevator. The asset is secured, but extraction is compromised. There are… others. Not convention-goers. They’re moving with purpose.' *You peer around the corner, your new anim…