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“Oh man. That hits the spot.”

Michael, who was still utterly gleeful over his recent transformation into Charlie the Cat, was delighted to finally get some food to eat. He had already been hungry when he had arrived at the convention, but after getting bitten by Sean and turned into Charlie, he was ravenous.

Luckily, the convention had several food stalls set up in the courtyard with a variety of (overpriced) options to choose from. Both he and Sean had budgeted well for the trip and snagged some breakfast burritos from a taco truck for a bargain.

“You’ve got a little something on your whiskers.” Sean said, pointing at Michael. He froze and felt his new whiskers (still getting used to them) with his now fuzzy hands. Sure enough, there was a small glob of egg stuck on the edge, so he flicked it away before resuming devouring the burrito.

“Thank you.” he said as he practically inhaled another chunk of it. Sean feared for Michael’s wallet if he was going to be this hungry all day, but Michael was already starting to get full. His transformation soreness had begun to wear off as well, allowing him to finally fully relax.

As Mitchel finished the last of his burrito, he stretched his body fully across the small chair he managed to squeeze himself into. His bones cracked as he stretched out his arms, hands, legs, and feet and leaned back, feeling his spine crack as well. The morning sun felt amazing on his new fur, the ground was amazingly warm and comforting under his paws, and with how his clown suit had torn open, he felt like a valley girl with a crop top and pants.

“So, what should we do now?” Michael asked Sean, who had just finished his own burrito. He seemed to think for a moment and looked around the courtyard. The convention had only opened up 15 minutes ago, so the courtyard was fairly bare so far.

“I honestly don't know. I came here to try and get recognized, but not many people recognize us to begin with.” Sean said with a hint of sadness. Michael couldn’t help but agree as he felt his tail droop slightly.

“Still, this is a once in a lifetime chance! We should try and make the most of it.” Michael said cheerfully, causing Sean to look up at him.

“...Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” he said, much more upbeat than before. “But I don’t know if this is supposed to be permanent or not.”

Michael froze and looked at Sean with a hint of fear.

“You don’t know??? Where did you get that collar from?” he asked in a bit of a panic. Sean reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper.

“I got it from eBay from this seller who told me NOT to buy it. I can see why now. But anyways, it just came by itself along with this.” he said. Sean unfolded the slip of paper and passed it over to Michael, who looked down at it.

It was an edited version of the Super Mario World ending image with Luigi’s face edited onto Mario and Princess Peach. Above them in text was the phrase “You Fucking Idiot”.

“Wow…. uh… that’s certainly something. Is there anything on the back?” Michael asked. Sean sighed.

“No. I think it’s just to mess with-” Michael instinctively turned it over and his eyes widened. Now on the center of the back of the image was a simplified image of Percy and Charlie, both spaced out in a vaguely star shaped pattern. Between the image was a line that formed, which appeared to be circular.

“Woah! That’s new.” Sean said as he leaned in so he could get a closer look.

“It’s you and me. Well, Percy and Charlie. And you said it wasn’t here before?” Michael asked, to which Sean nodded.

“It must have appeared after I put on the collar. And since Charlie is there now, then maybe that means…” Sean seemed to think while Michael finished his thought.

“If we get the three other characters, then maybe the TF will revert! Sort of like getting the band together.” Michael said with excitement, his tail curling with glee. Sean nodded in turn and could feel his own tail beginning to wag.

“Great! But now we gotta find someone else who’s cosplaying these characters. Who do we have left?” Sean asked. Michael pondered this.

“There’s Mother Moose, Farmer Felix, and Rowan Rat left. Although you and I meeting was a rarity. How’re we gonna find a Mother Moose cosplayer in this crowd?” Michael explained.

“Well I suppose we should start with the booths. Maybe one will turn up there. Although, are you sure we need to find fellow cosplayers? Maybe it can be anyone.” Sean answered, before he seemed to think.

As he said that, he felt the paper quiver in his hands and he looked down to see black text burn itself into the paper right below the image.

ONLY THOSE WHO ARE ALIGNED WITH THE CHARACTERS WILL BECOME THEM

“Well I guess that answers that. You couldn’t have said that earlier?” Sean said sarcastically. As he did, new text burned itself into the paper.

YOU NEVER ASKED

The text disappeared and Sean sighed as Michael stowed the page in his clown pants.

“We’ll figure out an alternative if we can’t find anyone. Let’s head on over to the booths.” Michael said. The duo got up from their seats and began walking towards the booth hall as the sun crested over the rooftops. As it did, Michael felt the warm sunlight hit his fur and he immediately felt a blissful peace fall over him.

“Mmmmmmm. That feeeellls niiiiiice…” Michael said as he felt himself get a little sleepy. He ended up instinctively curling into a ball on the floor and tucked his paws under him as he began to doze off on the warm concrete.

“Michael you good?” Sean asked. Instantly Michael shot to all fours and stood up on his hind legs, his claws leaving scratches in the floor.

“Sorry sorry! I’m coming.” Michael said as he pulled his party hat out of his pocket and placed it on top of his head. He began to follow Sean as they entered the booth hall before them.

The convention had gotten rather crowded by this point as cosplayers and attendees were all roaming around. Several were already waiting in lines to meet actors and artists alike while many still were talking or walking all around. Sean and Michael were fortunate enough to be taller than most of the crowd, so they began looking for a familiar set of moose antlers.

Michael felt his claws get caught in the carpet and his paw got stuck. He winced and pulled up before feeling his paw separate from the carpet below, leaving some deep marks in it. Michael instinctively patted the carpet back down with his paw before continuing to follow Sean, who managed to avoid that same issue.

“So where should we start? I don’t think there’s a booth for Playtime with Percy fans.” Sean said with his hands on his hips. Michael squeezed past the crowds and onlookers impressed by his “realistic costume” as he thought about it.

“Well, is there a FNAF booth somewhere? PWP is a FNAF fangame after all.” Michael asked. Sean looked around above the crowds and spotted a familiar looking bear in a tophat in the distance. Perhaps he would know where the booth was?

Michael and Sean both walked through the crowds towards the Freddy Fazbear cosplayer and sure enough, directly in front of him was the FNAF Booth. It was decked out with loads of different content creators from the series all gathered together for special presentations and the likes.

Sean and Michael approached the loud and colorful booth and were surprised to see many people beginning to turn and stare at them.

“Woah! Cool suits guys! They look just like Percy and Charlie.”

“Yeah seriously. Do you have your maker’s number handy, or did you make them yourself?”

“Oh I want to know too, but why is your suit all ripped up Charlie?”

“Uhhh… I accidentally tore it on the way over here. And the boots didn’t fit.” Michael fibbed. This seemed to satisfy the questioners as they quickly went back to exploring the booth. Sean and Michael looked at each other and felt elated. They had found their element.

“Oh. You’re guy’s costume’s look a lot better than mine.” said a voice.

Michael and Sean both looked over to their left and saw a young woman standing there. She was a bit short and dressed up in a maid’s dress, with a black dress and a white apron. She had on some golden bands around her wrists, a red tie around her neck, and some white long socks paired with black buckle up shoes. On top of her red hair was a ruffled white and black headdress, paired with some light brown fabric antlers built into it. She was dressed up as Mother Moose.

“Your costume is great too! Don’t worry about it.” Sean said. The woman seemed to appreciate it and nodded.

“Thanks. It’s rare to see fellow Playtime with Percy cosplayers. My name’s Emma.” she introduced before giving a slight curtsy. She seemed to immediately regret it and quickly stood back up.

“Sean and Michael. Nice to meet ya as well.” Sean said gladly as he held out his paw. Emma took it and shook it, and was surprised by how warm and real it felt.

“Wow. Are you ok in that suit? It feels so warm.” Emma asked. Sean and Micahel looked at each other and realized they had an issue. Him biting Michael had been a fluke. An accident. How were they gonna do it again? Ask her if she wants to be bitten? Yeah like that would go well.

Sean realized he had yet to answer her question and they were in the midst of an awkward silence in the crowd. So he quickly cleared his throat.

“Yeah yeah I’m good don’t worry. I got an…uh… AC in here.” he quickly fibbed.

“Ah ok. Well you guys have fun. I’m gonna go and get some signatures. See ya!” Emma said gleefully and turned to walk away, but Michael quickly reached his hand out to grab her shoulder.


“Oh wait! We wanted to ask you some-” as he did, he ended up getting his claws caught on the carpet again and stumbled. He ended up tackling Emma by accident and fell over on top of her.

“OUGH!” she said from beneath Michael’s fluff. The crowd turned to look at them as Michael struggled to get up from on top of her. Sean helped him up before picking up Emma as well. She looked a little frazzled and her headdress had fallen off, but was otherwise unharmed.

“I’m so sorry Emma! I didn’t mean to fall on you.” Michael apologized. Emma picked up her headdress and dusted it off before putting it back on.

“Ahhh don’t worry about it. I’m ok, really. Just a little…” Emma stopped as she looked down at her right calf and saw a scratch mark on her stocking, no doubt caused by Michael’s claws. Underneath, a small bit of blood could be seen in a clawmark along her leg.

“Ow. How sharp are those things?” she asked, annoyed.

“Sorry! I …uh… I like sharp claws on my suits.” Emma still looked a little annoyed but she just sighed and turned around to look at her wound.

“Well it’s not the worst injury, and I can fix the rip with a bit of sewing. Just need…ughhh… feel a little dizzy.” As Emma finished, Michael and Sean both froze on the spot and realized what was about to happen.

“Uhhhhh here why don’t we go somewhere to rest. You might need it.” Sean said quickly. Emma looked confused, but she felt another wave of dizziness hit her. Yeah maybe she needed to get out of the crowd for a bit.

Luckily, they stepped out of the crowd and saw a seating area tucked away to the side. It was a simple affair, with a couple couches and tables set up by the event runners. A couple people were sitting there, and Sean and Michael started to get nervous. There’s no telling what might happen if a whole crowd ends up witnessing the transformation.

“Here. A private room.” Michael pointed out. Sure enough, there was a door leading into a smaller, more secluded seating area. Michael opened it up and the duo let Emma inside before they made sure no one was watching and closed the door behind them.

There was a couch and some chairs sitting around a coffee table as Emma sat down on the seat. She had snagged a water bottle from her bag and began downing it instantly.

“Ugh. I think maybe some sunlight might be better. Maybe I should…” Emma tried to get up, but instnaly felt woozy and sat back down.

“Hold on Emma. It should pass in a bit. We just have to tell you something important.” Michael said. Emma looked over confused.

“What? It’ll pass. Did you do something to me?” she asked, her vision getting a little blurry. Michael immediately realised he had chosen his words poorly.

“NO NO NO NOT LIKE THAT. Well yes I did when I accidentally scratched you but it was by accident. Just… you should probably brace yourself.” he explained quickly.

Emma raised an eyebrow and was about to say something else when she felt a strange sensation from her leg. She looked down at the scratch she had received and was surprised to see it had miraculously healed. Stranger still, that patch of skin appeared to be darkening ever so slightly, turning from a tan to a deeper brown.

“Huh? What is-” before she could continue, a patch of coffee brown fur erupted from the tear on her stocking, causing her to yelp. The fur spread like a moss up and down her leg, causing her stocking to puff out ever so slightly.

“WAUGH?!?! What is that?!” she said in shock. Sean sat down next to her to get a closer look. The patch of fur spread down her leg into her shoes while it continued to creep up past her thigh and began to encroach across her lower body.

“Ok so the thing is, these aren’t costumes. I put on a cursed collar and in order to break the curse, we need to get the remaining characters.” Sean quickly explained. Emma put the pieces together as she felt the fur crawl down her other leg and grow upon her stomach.

“So you’re saying that… I’m turning into Mother Moose?” she asked. Sean and Michael both nodded gravely as Emma was dumbfounded. She could feel the fur reaching up her back and beginning to spread across her chest.

“Well, it’s not the worst thing that can happen to someone at a convention. How long does it take to-” before she could finish, a plume of brown fur erupted from the neck of her dress, nearly hitting her in the face.

“ACK!” Emma spat out some fur as she looked down at her arms. The fur creeped down her shoulders and arms to her hands, growing thick and puffing up her sleeves. The fur spread across her fingers and she felt its fuzzy growth upon her palms.

The fur sprouted up from her neck and began to crawl up her face. Emma closed her eyes and felt her hair begin to quiver and shrink. It fell into her head and in its place sprouted an especially thick coat of fur, which spread from the back of her head across her face and head.

Emma opened her eyes and felt her face, feeling the fur still warm and fresh. As she did, her ears began to quiver and burn as they both began to stretch out. They took on a triangular shape and a thin coat of fur coated them, resembling the ears befitting a moose.

CRKK!

“Ugh… my head.” Emma held her temples as she felt two bumps beginning to form on top of her head. Her headdress began to lift off her head as Sean and Michael both saw a set of antlers beginning to grow in from the sides of her head. The massive light brown antlers pushed her headdress off and it gently floated to the floor as Emma felt the antlers grow more and more. The antlers quickly darkened as they reached their maximum height and size.

“Whu-whu- this feels so off. I don’t- URK!” Emma abruptly froze as she could feel her face beginning to shift. Her nose felt like it was getting smooshed into her face as she felt her jaw beginning to extend out. Her teeth widened and flattened into those fit for a herbivore as her snout fully formed, with her two nostrils appearing at the tip of it.

Emma looked down at her snout and felt it with her fingers, feeling the silky smooth fur across it. She looked at Sean and Michael with utter confusion as she looked down at her body.

“Huh, that didn’t seem so-” Emma immediately stopped herself when she felt her fingers crack. She looked down at them and realized they were beginning to thicken and harden, forming into some dark keratin. In an instant, her 5 fingers resembled hooves in both color and texture.

“Yeah. It’s not over yet.” Michael said. Emma sighed as she realized she had spoken too soon when she felt her powerful sensation at the base of her spine. As her body slowly began to expand, causing her dress to tighten ever so slightly, her attention was drawn to her lower back, where a lump began to form right below her skirt.

“Ow ow ow ow!” Emma said in a panicked tone as she felt the lump grow more and more. A new limb sprouted from just beneath the skin and was quickly looking for a way to vacate her clothing.

Luckily, relief came when the seams of her shorts came undone and a small fluffy tail erupted from her back and brushed against her skirt.

Emma ended up jumping up from the sensation and pulled up her skirt to see it. The tail wagged in a panic as Emma soon felt a similar feeling all across her body. Her muscles and bones began to shift and grow, steadily increasing her height. She was normally pretty short, so to see her eye level rising to meet Sean and Michael’s felt unreal.

Her 5 ft. induced gratification was immediately halted by small rips filling the air. Emma looked down and saw her stockings were beginning to rip, with tufts of brown fur pushing through the rips like a really bad hair day. Her black buckle shoes began to bulge out and crack ever so slightly as Emma felt her toes merge together into two large lumps.

As Emma’s height increased, her dress began to get tighter and tighter, and slowly her black puffy sleeves began to rip along the seams. Emma’s gold bracelets were luckily large enough to not cramp up too much, but Emma was still shocked to see how snuggly they fit now on her muscular arms.

SNAP! Emma felt the belts on top of her shoes pop off from the strain, causing her stocking to bulge out of the top ever so slightly. The sensation caused her to fall forward and begin leaning on the table with her leg out behind her. The feeling of her newly grown hooves getting crushed in her shoes felt awful, and she couldn’t help but begin digging her hand hooves into the table and leaving nasty scratch marks behind.

Her legs continued to bulge and pop out as her calves began to tear through the stockings, revealing more and more fur. Her shoes kept popping and cracking as the hard leather slowly began to peel away from her feet. Emma took in some heavy breaths as she felt her shoes finally reach their limit.

POP! POP! Both of her shoes exploded off her hooves with great ferocity, causing the tips of her hooves to rip through the bottom of her stockings and stretch out behind her. She let out a sigh of relief and began to get up, only to struggle as she realized her stance had shifted to digitigrade.

“WOah! This feels so… AUGH!” Emma tried to stand up once more and as if waiting for it, her body shot up one last time. Her sleeves ripped all the way up to her shoulder while the red tie around her neck felt immensely tight. Her stockings tore away entirely at the bottom while the remaining pieces clung on in vain around her knees and top of her thighs. Her white apron rose up over her body and revealed more of her black shorts, which were drawn tight across her now massive frame. Emma’s neck stretched out of her dress and she let out on last confused gasp before her changes finally subsided.

Emma was shocked to see how tall she had gotten. Not only was she much taller than she had been, but she was not at least a foot taller than both Sean and Michael, which caught them off guard as well. Emma had to crouch slightly to avoid letting her new antlers dig into the ceiling, so she decided to sit back down to save the effort.

“Wow. It feels so weird being this tall.” Emma said as she looked down at her hooves and wiggled them slightly. Her outfit was still mostly decent, but she mourned the loss of her shoes. They had cost a pretty penny.

“Well moose are known for their size and height, so it makes sense.” Michael offered as an explanation. Emma looked over at the two and began putting the pieces together.

“Sooo, I’m assuming you’re looking for other people who are cosplaying PWP characters so you can turn more of them into, well, the characters?” Emma asked. Sean and Michael both nodded at her.

“It’s the only way to break this spell from the cursed collar.” Sean said as he pointed to the still bright red Percy collar around his neck.

“We just need to get the remaining characters now. Which means we’re over halfway there.” Michael said. Emma nodded in thought before raising her own concerns.

“Or not even. What if it needs to be everyone in the game? The Custom Night exclusive characters? How would we find anyone cosplaying Polly or Truman here? They’re even more obscure.” Emma stated. Sean hadn’t thought of that (admittedly, he didn’t know much of the games to begin with), but they had to try.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, we should probably get you some food. You’re gonna be starving in a bit.” Sean said. Sure enough, Emma felt the familiar rumble of her stomach as she began thinking of what they should get to eat.

“Sounds fair. Although we should probably clean up a bit first. I’m sure the staff wouldn’t appreciate us leaving damaged clothing everywhere we go.” Emma said. The trio began cleaning up the bits of clothing off the floor as Emma became more acquainted with moving around in her new form. She ended up by a mirror in the corner of the room and just took a moment to admire her new looks. A tall moose lady in a somewhat intact dress?

Yeah, she could pull it off.