Stumbling and dizzy, you drop the gun and look at your hands. Gray fur is growing out of every inch of your skin. Your nails are growing out into claws. You feel a painful, yet satisfying stretch in your calves. You look down at your feet and witness your shoes tearing open as your feet grow out from inside of them.
"Dammit!" You exclaim. "Wh-wait, what??" You gasp and touch your throat, shocked by the sound of your voice. It's deeper, richer and breathier. You catch a glimpse of a mirror; and see an anthropomorphic wolf lady staring back at you. She...or I suppose you, stand about eight inches taller than you did as a human, and your clothes are fitting on pretty tight.
"Hey, Wolfy!" A voice calls out from behind you. You turn to see who it was, then realize you have to look down to see her. "Let's team up!"
"What do you mean, team up?" You ask, kneeling down to make yourself less of a target. "And wait did you just call me 'Wolfy'??"
"Don't you know? This laser tag place is all about forming alliances. I mean it doesn't say that in the rules, but it's the best way to win. Now come on Wolfy, let's get a move on before we're spotted!" She grabs your hand and drags you down a dark hallway.
Hmm, this girl... she has short hair and big gauges in her ears. At first you thought she might be gay, but she's had a lot of sex with men recently, from the smell of her. Wow, your sense of smell is incredible. Wait a second... she's also a college student, and definitely goes to the beach a lot. She eats a lot of ramen, and mixes it with way too much sriracha.
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"Shh, shh-shh!" She hushes you and gets you to kneel down with her. "Time to talk tactics, Wolfy." She whispers. "I turned you into a wolf so we can take advantage of your sense of smell."
"You...YOU turned me into a wolf??" You whisper back.
"Don't worry, you'll turn back to normal after the game! Well, you will if we win."
"What do you mean IF we win??"
"The losers stay transformed and are at the mercy of the winners, but don't worry I've been going here for seven years! So listen, there's three high school kids running in a group. They're four hallways to the west. I want you to run up to them and growl at them; scare the fuck out of them. Then I'll sneak up from behind and 'laser' them."
"Roger that, Sriracha!"
"Good, let's go. Wait, what did you call me?"
"If you're gonna call me 'Wolfy', I'm gonna call you 'Sriracha'!" You grin, turning away from her and tiptoeing down the hall towards your target.
Not a minute later, you are face-to-face with the three high schoolers. One is tall, lanky and blonde. He's wearing a basketball jersey, but from the smell of him, he is probably a back-bencher. The second is chubby and has long hair. His scent is giving you indications of snack food, soda and copious masturbation--probably a gamer. The third is more average, with nice poofy hair and works out a lot. Based on his scent, he's definitely gay, very very gay and probably a top.
Oh but wait, you're not here to analyze these boys, you're here to scare them. You've been standing there for a few seconds, and the three of them have not thought of anything to do but stare awkwardly back at you. Unsure of what move to pull, you extend your claws and bare your fangs. You growl with fervor, then your instincts start to take over and you just start bounding right for them. Struck with panic, the three of them don't even think to use their weapons as they turn around and run in the opposite direction--only to be met by Sriracha.
She immediately takes out the basketballer, who disappears into a puddle of his clothes. The poofy-hair one fumbles with his gun before Sriracha takes him down as well. The gamer, perhaps unsurprisingly, has lined his shot up perfectly and has just pulled the trigger. But Sriracha collapsed to the floor, ducking out of the way just in time. Not missing a beat, the game boy pointed his gun directly down to the floor to aim at her again, but only to meet the end of her barrel already lined up for him.
"DAMNI-aughh!!" He cries as his body vanishes into his clothes.
You and Sriracha rummage through the clothes and retrieve the three boys. They now stand about two inches tall; quivering helplessly in Sriracha's hand.
"Good job, Wolfy!" She says, hi-fiving you with her free hand.
"Thank you, you did great!!" Your tail is wagging with giddy excitement. You can't remember the last time you felt this attached to a mission before. Sriracha just seems like such a wonderful and trustworthy person. You watch as she grabs the hem of her pants, then drops the boys down the front of her panties. The three of them start yelling and screaming in protest.
"Hey, what's that for?" You ask her.
"We gotta put them somewhere so they can't conspire against us."
"But can't you put them in your pockets or something??"
"That'd be too easy to escape." She says, wiggling her legs around uncomfortably for a bit.
"Okay...that makes sense. So what next?" You smile as your tail starts wagging again.
"It's time to double-up!" She kneels down and picks up one of the boy's discarded laser guns. She hands one to you, as well. She takes the third gun and stuffs it into her bra. "I don't know where anyone else is. Watch my back and I'll watch yours, and we'll slowly work our way to a move defensible position."
"Yes ma'am!"
The two of you walk back-to-back; guns extended.
The boys inside Sriracha's underwear continue to make a ruckus. The basketballer has been completely folded into the lips of her vulva and can't get out.
"What we are gonna do about the noise?" You ask.
"There's nothing you can do." She whispers back. "There used to be a 'Petrify' option, but that it too easy so it was taken o--"
Sriracha is interrupted by...