Sandra doesn't roll well

Sandra whimpered softly as she took the dice, trying not to look at her friends and what had happened to them. She knew that the next roll of the dice would do something similar, or worse, to her and she didn't want to chicken out. The temptation to try and cheat was strong, but after what had happened to Emily she was too afraid to try anything. Somehow the game seemed to know what they were doing and maybe even what they were thinking and she didn't want to give it any ideas.

Letting the dice drop she whimpered again, louder this time, "I rolled a two!"

"Don't worry," Tracy tried to reassure, but seemed to be having a very hard time coming to terms with his new, male form, if how startled he looked at the sound of his own voice was anything to go by, "Things'll average out in the end."

Trying to be brave Sandra moved her piece and drew her card, her fluffy tail twitching slightly at what she saw, "It's not as bad as it could be. The card says 'The game will take long, of that there’s no doubt / But your sense of slowness we could all do without / Run swift like a dog with speed and with haste / Move three space more, get out of last place.”

Samantha and Emily looked at each other, frowning, “Wait… does that mean…?”

Sandra’s eyes went wide, making the connection the other two had made. “Wait- no no no no! No I don’t want to!” She started to scratch at her legs, feeling as if a rash was spreading along her legs. “No this isn’t fair!” She screamed as she rolled up her pants.

Coating her leg were large patches of dark red fur, and the fur was spreading. Sandra couldn’t managed a panicked scream. All across her leg, her waxed leg hair was sprouting up and thickening rapidly, the growth began to spread upwards along her body, spreading across her waist and midriff, making Sandra itch uncontrollably at her shirt.

“Sandra please, stop screaming” Samantha pleaded, she knew her friend was terrified, but the last thing she needed was the landlord barging in on this scene.

“What’s happening to me??” Sandra stammered, “What did that card mean?” her back giving a loud pop as her bone structure began to change shape. The hair on her arms was beginning to thicken now, just like on her legs. Her body was nearly covered in dark red fur. That was no longer Sandra’s focus though, distracted now by the series of pops emanating from her feet. She pulled off her boots and thick socks, watching in bewilderment as her feet began to stretch and warp.

It felt almost like a cramp in her foot, and she took her hands and began to massage the fuzzy skin of her feet. Her toenails began to crack, shedding away as long powerful claws ripped through the skin and dug into the carpet. Her toes began to bunch into themselves, curling into her feet.

Her foot stretched again, her heel raising from the ground and melding into the rest of her leg, a soft leathery pad growing where it had melded. Her foot twitched and she jumped as another soft pad began to form on the balls of her feet. She let out a tiny whimper as her toes changed from her skin to a similar texture to the strange pads. She winced as her big toe cracked and shifted higher up on her foot.

Before long, her feet were covered in thick red fur and were unmistakable. “P-paws…?” Tracy stammered, “Sandra I need you to stay calm, you’re not gonna be an animal, ok?”

They all watched as Sandra’s hands began to warp too, just like her feet, her fingernails cracked, falling away to reveal long claws, her fingers bunched together, shrinking and becoming far more comparable to a set of toes. Her thumb dragged itself up her arm, melding away into itself. More pads grew in place on her front paws.

Sandra yelped suddenly as a series of pops emanated along her spine, arching her back in an unnatural way. It snapped into place and she yelped as she was **** onto all fours. She felt something pushing at her underwear, a long bone pushing its way out of her skin. She looked behind her, watching a tail extending from her rear, hair pushing its way out of the skin and adorning the tail with bushy red hair.

“Please! Please I don’t wanna be a dog! Please help mfff!” She tried to exclaim surprise, but found her words muffled by something. Her mouth and nose were stretching out from her face, elongating into a vicious snout. She tasted blood in her mouth, maneuvering her tongue, she felt as her teeth pointed into menacing canines. Her nose grew large and wet, alive to every smell. It was exhilarating in a way that Sandra wasn’t proud to admit.

She felt a tickle across her face that was familiar by now, fur spread across her face, wiping away her human features. Her chest seized into her body, becoming rounded. Her ribs crunched as they reformed into a different anatomical form. Her shirt hung limply from her frame, but her paws were useless to remove it. Sandra let out a whimper as she pawed uselessly at the limp fabric.

“S-Sandra?” Emily reached out, “Sandra are you ok?” She asked the wolf standing before them all, helplessly pawing at herself.

Sandra’s fuzzy skin began to bulge with suddenly formed muscle mass. Power she had never felt coursed through her body, but Sandra had a sinking feeling this would come with a price, already her thoughts were becoming fuzzy. Her usually alive mind was dulling as animalistic thoughts raced through her brain. She winced her head as her long curls receded into her scalp. She growled at Emily.

“T-Tracy get her shirt off.” Emily prodded.

“No way, what if she bites me?” Tracy protested.

“Bites you?! Guys this is Sandra.” Samantha got up and walked over to Sandra, but the Wolf only growled and snarled at Samantha, who recoiled back. “S-Sandra? It’s us.”

“Oh fuck- oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!” Emily started to panic.

“Guys calm down, it’s not the worst thing.” Samantha tried to offer.

“She’s a wolf, Sam! A full, pure bred fucking mutt! She doesn’t even recognize us, what if she can’t roll the dice? What if she can’t take her turn!?” Tracy yelled, as fully panicked as Emily was.

Sandra shook out her fur and curled around, laying on the floor in front of the game board, watching the other girls.

“Look,” Samantha pointed, “She’s not a wild animal, she’s tame. We just have to play on, the game promised we would finish, so we’ll finish. We can do this. Emily it’s your turn.” She took the dice from where Sandra had left them, pushing them into Emily’s hands.

“No! No No!” Emily yelled, hurling the dice across the room.