Commission by  Redflare500 - with a brief story by  AxiomTF The mass inklingification across the world would effect everyone differently- no mammals exist now, and especially not anthro ones- however some inklings have taken to wearing furry-looking outfits in recent turf wars. This squid's got a fresh new 'wolf' style (whatever those things were).

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In the cosy confines of their living room, Zeydaan perches upon their couch - eyes fixed on a large screen. They grip a pair of Joycons in their paws, making their character in Splatoon navigate the virtual battleground whilst armed with an ink-spewing Sploosh-o-matic. They strategize on the fly, anticipating the moves of their opponents as they coat the battlefield in ink, all while those funky Inkling tunes blast out their speakers. Zeydaan bobs their head in time to the beat - the atmosphere feels almost electric, as a big grin is plastered across their face.

It isn’t too long until the round is over, and victory is achieved at last! The wolf smirks to themselves, a sense of accomplishment washing over them; five wins in a row wasn’t half bad and should be a fine place to end their gaming session for the day. They get up off of their sofa, extending their arms out to stretch in the process. Though just before they can turn the system off, a most unexpected sound takes them by surprise…

"NICE GOING THERE! YOU'RE A REAL NATURAL AT THIS. ONE MIGHT THINK YOU WERE EVEN BORN TO DO THIS"

Zeydaan jumps a little, dropping their joycons on the floor in response, as their head swivels around in confusion. Who said that? Where did that voice come from? They stay quiet for a moment… almost long enough for them to start questioning if that voice they heard was just their imagination, or maybe someone outside. Though just before they write it off, it’s heard once more!

"I MEAN SINCE YOU'RE AN INKLING AND ALL I GUESS YOU WERE BORN TO DO IT. YOU'VE GOT SOME REAL SKILLS KID!"

W-Who’s there? What’re you talking about?

"HEH YOU FEELING GOOD? GOT SOME INK IN YOUR BRAINS OR SOMETHING? OR IS THIS COSTUME YOU'RE SPORTING MAKING IT HARDER TO COMPUTE?"

The voice responds. It’s rather hard to understand, but the snarky, sarcastic tone it had was as clear as day to register underneath their peculiar blubbering accent. Zeydaan continues to scan the room for the source of this mocking voice, before coming to a rather uncomfortable realisation. That voice… it wasn’t coming from the game, or somewhere in the room… it was coming from them.

I… you… w-who are you? Answer me!

Zeydaan snaps, impatience and worry audible in their voice, as they hold their paws against their head whilst drawing in quick and shallow breaths. They felt stressed, sure, but that alone wasn’t causing this sudden shortness of breath for them… no, this was something more.

"I'M YOU, DUMMY! YOU TALK TO YOURSELF ALL THE TIME REMEMBER? HERE, LET'S TAKE THIS LAME COSTUME OFF - THAT'LL HELP YOU THINK MORE CLEARLY, I'M SURE."

The voice elaborates, doing little to calm the wolf down. Zeydaan begins to wonder if this was just a dream; they’d wake up in their bed soon, and none of this was ever real… at least that’s what they were hoping for. Alas, this was not to be the case, as Zeydaan peers down at their chest to see… metal? It was only small, but a metallic nub was forming from out of their skin. It shone in the light above, and didn’t take long to spread and grow, staying flat but elongating until it detached from their skin to form a zip! Totally flabbergasted, Zeydaan reaches to touch it, though rather than their hand travelling down to the destination they desired, it instead acts upon its own violation, reaching up to pinch the left side of their mouth. With one swift and smooth motion, a zipper forms to seal Zeydaan’s mouth shut as they drag it!

"THAT'S ENOUGH YAPPING FROM YOU, ME. YOU JUST CHILL FOR A MOMENT AS I TAKE THIS SUIT OFF"

Zeydaan is powerless to stop all of their motor functions being taken away from them by this anonymous voice, as their body seizes up and goes totally unresponsive to their internal commands – they couldn’t even twitch a finger. It is whilst they’re in this state that they feel… loose. All over their body, the sensation of their skin detaching from their insides was unlike anything they’d felt before. A feeling of pure emptiness washes over them, with said feeling doing well to reflect the actuality of what was happening to them, as their internals faded away into nothingness. Without organs, there was now naught but air within them… leaving just enough space for a humanoid being to fill it.

The zipper that’d formed at the top of their torso stretches downwards in a straight line, their fur morphing to faux fur in the process, as their organic components were swapped out for convincing, but nevertheless, fake replacements. The wolf’s lips remain sealed shut, unable to protest against their forced transformation as their eyes are locked forwards, their vision starting to get foggy and blurry as they could taste the steel zip that was their mouth. Without any lungs, their breathing ceases soon after – a simple fursuit has no need to do that, anyhow!

Their very essence is detached and moved elsewhere - their former body drained of life to become little else than a mere costume. The furry fabric around their ankles, wrists, and lower neck is cut, detaching sections of their limbs before Zeydaan’s vision fades to black, only to return in a few ticks, though slightly tinted by the fine mesh that’d grown over their former eye sockets. Their realise that their new eyes were now behind their old body; they reach up, pushing against their jaw line until… pop! Their head comes clean off, detaching from their neck to reveal the Inkling that Zeydaan’s very being had been transferred into. Their shiny, damp tentacles dangle out over their shoulders. They’d gotten rather cramped after being held within such a tight wolf head for so long.

Zeydaan, for now, was no more - now Gill’s here to play!

"EH, DON'T THINK I'LL WEAR THAT FIT AGAIN ANYTIME SOON. I SAY IT'S HIGH TIME TO DITCH THIS COSTUME AND GET BACK TO INKOPOLIS"

Gill affirms to themselves, as they quickly strip the costume off of their fishy body and let it fall to the floor around their fresh sneakers. They pick it up and toss their old body aside - it lands in a scrunched-up, undignified heap in the corner of the living room. They take a moment to readjust their face mask, and without even taking another glance at it, the suit is abandoned as Gill takes the form of a squid and glides out of the house, leaving a slick trail of glossy blue ink in their wake…