With a metaphorical gun to the back of his head, Izzy had never felt more vulnerable in his life. And being naked and in a strange new body, (even if his new furry body didn't seem to show anything,) didn't help matters.
"Nice suit, dude," said a guy in a bulky, bright blue, wolf fursuit, who stepped in closer. "It looks so natural! Who made it for you? Or did you make it yourself?" Izzy flinched back as the fursuiter started walking around him, checking out his body from multiple angles.
This guy appreciates my handiwork, Coyote said, Shall we give him a firsthand experience of it?
Izzy wasn't a fan of furries before, and current circumstances weren't about to change that. No, he would not be dignifying this weirdo's dreams as his first act under Coyote's power.
"No the person that made this for me asked me not to talk about him," Izzy said, trying to move away from the fursuiter. It wasn't really a lie.
"Aw, come on, man, you ought to give someone with that level of skill a little credit!" The fursuiter stepped after him.
Izzy pushed himself further into the crowd, trying to lose the furry.
Ugh, a guy just offers himself up to you on a silver platter, and you leave? You'd better not be stalling.
"Not like you even told me how to change other people..." Izzy whispered.
Hm, yeah, you're right. Okay, just point at a person or group of people and whisper "that one" or "those ones" and my power will take it from here. The internal voice paused briefly. You've got two minutes to pick our first costume enhancement, or I'll put myself back in the driver's seat.
Izzy's eyes darted around wildly in search of someone that probably wouldn't make a huge panic if their costume became real. As he came to a break in the crowd, he spotted a trio of fantasy cosplayers, looking to be in their early twenties. One was a short, kind of chubby girl dressed in a green tunic, with brown, knee-high boots, a bow and arrow, and a set of pointed ears, probably supposed to be an elven ranger. Next was a guy with a blue bathrobe, a fake beard, a glass ball, and a tall, pointed hat, and beside him was a tall, lanky man wearing an ugly green plastic mask, over his face, and an outfit made to look like it had been sewn together from random animal skins, holding a plastic hammer painted to look like it was made of stone, clearly supposed to be some kind of goblin.
"Those ones," Izzy muttered, bracing himself.
Alright, this could be interesting.
Coyote's power set to work. The girl gasped and shivered as she began to grow taller and thinner, her skin turning pale, almost white as snow, while her blonde hair seemed to shimmer like gold.
"Wha-what's happening?" She stammered, prompting wide eyed looks from her companions as her clothing began to shift, her boots becoming real leather, while a layer of chain mail appeared between her outer tunic and her undergarments. The cardboard tips of her arrows turned to gleaming silver, while her bow became longer, the woodworking smooth and precise.
While most of the crowd was too busy to notice the girl's changes, they were not lost on her companions, even as they started to change.
"H-how'd you get so much taller?" Asked the young man dressed as a wizard, as his skin began to wrinkle with age lines. "And what's happening to me, now?" He groaned, his voice becoming deeper before suddenly turning shaky. The material of his clothes began the shift to something like silk, almost shimmering. And speaking of shimmering, the glass orb changed to a deep blue crystal, which glowed softly. The once fake beard planted itself into the boy's chin and cheeks, more and more white hairs growing from his to accompany the new addition, while his own hair turned gray.
"D-Davis!" The girl yelped, her voice much deeper, and more refined sounding than before. "Are you feeling okay?" She dropped her bow and rushed to her newly-aged friend's side, trying to support him.
The man in the goblin mask gulped. "I don't like where this is going..." He tried to pull off the mask, only to wince as it began to fuse with his face, his ears, nose, teeth and chin, all growing to fit the hideous visage. The green color spread over the rest of his skin from there, while his black hair turned wild and wiry. His tall body began to quickly compress going from 6' 2" to 3' 3" in moments, giving him a squat, stocky body. His clothing began to shift into rough, leather animal hide, shrinking down to match his new stature, while his shoes vanished, and his prop hammer's handle turned to wood, and its head became stone.
"This bad!" The goblin gasped. "This Bad bad bad! We all our characters!" He shook his head. "Wait, why Keith not talk right?"
"Awsome work, dudes!" Cheered a passing sci-fi pilot cosplayer. "Great attention to detail all around!"
"W-wait!" Cried the elf woman. "These aren't our-" He lips continued to move for a moment, but now words came out. She and her friends looked at each other as the other cosplayers all passed them by. "Why couldn't I talk just then?"
"I no know," said the man-turned goblin, "but we need get-" Like his friend's before him, he tried to speak, but nothing came out.
"What did you do to their voices?" Izzy whispered.
I can't have anyone spilling the beans and scaring away people too soon. Anyone that tries to call attention to the fact that they're not in costume anymore to people that haven't changed, or calls for help, will find themselves tongue-tied. Now then, let's get going, shall we? We have a lot of costumes to enhance.
Izzy turned away from the confused trio reluctantly.