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It was made by SkiaSkai.
The original can be found here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22322689/
The character belongs to me.
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Okay, okay. Posting this pic was a long time coming. Like, I dunno, does anyone actually pay attention to what I post? I mean, I doubt it, it's been over a year. I mean, I haven't looked at my submission notifications since last year. Ain't no way I'm gonna look through 74K pics. I'll probably nuke it in the new year, start fresh and all. But, that's going off on a tangent. Wanna know the reason I haven't posted anything in forever? Pure laziness. And writer's block. No seriously, writer's block has kept me from posting, because this was the next thing I wanted to post, even before I posted some megaplex commissions I got last year. You see, these pics I got from SkiaSkai, they're so good. Like, honestly, this and the following part are in the top 5 favorite pics I ever commissioned. I dunno, I never ranked them. And I felt, well, they needed a story. A narrative to go with. Well, I'm a shit writer, clearly. Couldn't think anything good enough. But I gave myself a deadline a few months ago. Halloween. A Wednesday. Werewolf Wednesday. And TF Tuesday. Which is today! So part 1, for TF Tuesday, and part 2 for Werewolf Wednesday Halloween. I couldn't have planned it better. And hopefully, this means I'll get back into posting commissions. Because, past couple years I've gotten a bit of a backlog. Anyways! Hope y'all will enjoy the story. Happy TF Tuesday, y'all.
I fell with a thud to the ground. Or at least, that’s what it felt like to me. I could barely remember what happened, and I was just waking up. The ground felt cold and metallic and glassy in some ways, and I curled up just to stay warm. Soon I heard the hum of machinery around me, and I began to stir more. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw I was surrounded on all sides by glass. It looked to be a lab of some sort, I thought. Everything was dark, save for what looked like machinery with glowing screens and indicators that lined the room.
I shivered a bit. My body felt sore all over. I looked at myself, and I saw my clothes were gone save for some jeans. Internally, I began to panic. My mind was blank, and I immediately thought of the worst case scenario. Did all my preparation fail? Did I kill anyone? Or worse, pass my curse on unknowingly?
“No...wait…calm down...” I began thinking to myself, trying to get my rational mind thinking again. I stood up, shakily, still feeling like I should be half asleep, but I forced myself up. I leaned against the glass, and as best I could pounded on the side. “Hello?!” I yelled out into the empty room. That exertion alone gave me a headache, and I slid against the glass back down to the floor.
I rubbed at my aching head a bit trying to remember what happened. There was no way in hell I could have lost track of the moon cycle. In fact, it had been less than a fortnight since the last time I turned, so it was impossible for there to be a full moon already. So, I eased up on myself a bit. But that didn’t explain why I was in that place. “Think...what’s the last thing you can recall, Skips? Walking home...I think?” The memory was too blurry, but images started returning to me, and I was clearly going about my normal business on a normal day, but then everything that came after was just gone up until I found myself half naked in some glorified test tube.
I sat there for several more minutes, just waiting for my headache and the grogginess to clear before doing anything more. But before that could happen, lights suddenly flooded the room. I shielded my eyes with my hand before they adjusted, and I finally got a good look around. The room had a very clinical look to it, or at least that was how I could best describe it, with the fluorescent lights, and stark, utilitarian look of everything. The room seemed two stories high, as on the upper half of one wall, there was a large observation window.
The large glass cylinder I was in seemed completely sci fi horror, though. It was part of a large machine, with the platform I was on elevated off the ground by a good bit. There were large, thick connectors running from the machine to the wall. Whatever the machine was, it seemed to be requiring lots of power to run, if they were power lines. But that was just my best guess.
I paced nervously around the glass prison, holding my arms to myself to keep warm and help calm myself. I wasn’t doing a very good job of the latter. My heart was racing, and despite the cold, I was sweating nervously. I wanted to get out, go home, and figure out what happened; but there was nothing in that small space that appeared that could release me. Frantically, I beat on the glass again yelling for help.
This time, the lights behind the observation window turned on, revealing a team of people watching me. I felt exposed, and despite having now way to do so, I tried to hide myself. I sat down, holding my legs to myself, and looked nervously at the observers. They seemed mostly a mix of people, some with lab coats, others in uniforms like in the military. More people in lab coats entered the room I was in, and they began manning stations at various screens and examining various parts of the machinery.
I had no idea what was going on. No frame of reference for any of this sci fi horror bullshit. I just wanted to get out and go home, but instead I was like some animal at the zoo. Ironic, I suppose. Had all those years of trying to hide what I was finally caught up to me? No, impossible. I always made sure my secret never got out. But why else would I be there? I cried silently to myself, the situation felt hopeless.
Suddenly a voice from a speaker began to talk, and I looked up to find what must have been the lead scientist in the observation room speaking into a mic. He was unremarkable. Thin hair, average height, not very athletically inclined, etc. “Ah, Mr. Skips,” he said, sounding friendly and jovial. “I’m glad to see you’ve come to. I can call you ‘Skips’, right? You can call me...” he paused, as he appeared to be thinking of an alias “Doctor Simeon. Yeah, that’ll work.”
I stared in disbelief at ‘Doctor Simeon’. “No, you can’t, asshole,” I said quietly to myself and began to ignore him.
“Oh? No?” he replied, apparently having heard me, sounding almost hurt. I blinked in surprise. There must have been a mic somewhere close. “Is this not you?” He continued as a screen that was facing me just outside the chamber started displaying a picture of me along with personal information. “Says here it’s what your friends call you, along with your name, address, date of birth, social security number, etc. I mean, seriously, if there’s anything wrong with the information please let us know. We can correct the records.”
I stared at it all. How did they know me? How did they know all that? They even knew of my favorite food, color, song, and personal fears. Though, thankfully, it didn’t list the one thing I was worried they’d have known. Unless they were playing with me. Fear crept into my shaking voice as I asked “What is this? Who are you?”
“Ah, my friend, this is you,” Simeon explained, maintaining his cordial attitude, while ignoring my second question. “In summary at least. Nothing that wasn’t easily gotten from public record or information you freely give online. You’re smart, though. You definitely don’t give away everything about yourself.”
My heart skipped a beat, and though I tried, I couldn’t keep that out of my voice. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“You see...you could say we’re people with a specific interest. That interest being people like you.” I stared and said nothing, which he took as an opportunity to continue. “What I’m talking about is...we know about your, how would you put it? Your...condition? It took a lot of work to confirm that information, but we have very capable investigators.”
My heart sank. Though my rational mind knew certain that my secret was out, I was still in denial, holding out hope that it wasn’t true. I’ve told no one. I’ve always stayed hidden. Always away from people from people when it happens. But then again, they knew so much about me, for all I knew, they could have been observing me without me realizing. No, obviously they were, they admitted it. “I….I don’t know what you’re talking about….there’s no condition….” I said, bluffing as bad an alcoholic in bar after one too many drinks saying he has no problem.
The doctor chuckled to himself, “Oh, Skips, don’t deny it,” he said playfully. “We specialize in finding this information out. You’re smart, but that doesn’t mean you can hide that fuzzy little secret of yours. It was always just a matter of time before someone noticed, and either you knew that, or you just lie to yourself better than we gave you credit for.”
I said nothing more for a solid minute, just trying to process everything. Simeon’s scientists were doing all their tasks, fiddling here and there, and the people in the observation room appeared to be settling in, as if whatever they came for was soon at hand. “If you know so much about me,” I finally say, dropping all pretenses of ignorance, “then why am I here? It’s weeks until the full moon. Are you just going to keep me in this jar until then?”
“I’m glad you asked!” the doctor gleefully exclaimed. “You see...we needed someone like you to be a test subject. We wanted to answer a simple question: What if you didn’t need a full moon? What if the beast you’ve been hiding most of your life could be released at any time and put to good use?”
My mouth dropped open in disbelief, and I stared in horror or the excited scientist. “You’re…..you’re mad. Why would I...why would anyone want that?” I had thought, if anything, they wanted to kill me, or disect me, or something. But I wasn’t sure if their actual motivation was worse.
“Why would someone want an unstoppable killing machine on demand?” he stated simply, as if that question answered mine. “My friend, why try to develop a super soldier, when nature already provides them every full moon?”
I stood up, my fear starting to get replaced by anger. “Soldiers? Soldiers?! Like you said, I’m...we’re killing machines. You can’t just control us when we’re like that! Hell, I can’t control myself! You can’t just science your way into figuring this out, because it’s a curse! It’s beyond science!” I slammed my fist against the glass.
“Then you’re a superstitious fool to believe that,” Simeon spat, the fake friendliness gone from his voice. “To early man, the simple wolf was just as frightening and unstoppable. We domesticated the dog from them. And you, my friend, you’re just a wild dog waiting to be tamed. And when we can force that monster out of you, nothing can stop us from teaching it to fetch, jump, and roll over on command.”
I sank down against the glass, crying in anger and fear. I saw scientists around the machine begin to give thumbs up signals to the observation room. Everyone finally seemed ready for their experiment.
“You see, Skips,” he continued as everyone made final preparations, “you weren’t the first werecreature we’ve had here. The sad thing is, none have survived before. Our experiments…” his voice trailed off a bit, and he moved his hands, like he was looking for the right words, “they...something always went wrong, to be blunt. Either the machine would give out or wasn’t tuned properly, causing the subjects to expire mid transformation. So, if you want to live, if you want any hope to see anything outside that glass tube again; well, you better hope we succeed.”
With that, Simeon cut the mic to my glass prison. He signalled to everyone, and the experiment began. I was shaking, and I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I had no idea what they were about to do, or what they may have already done when I was unconscious after they abducted me. I jumped a bit when the machine began whirring, startling me. I looked around anxiously. I saw Simeon and his team of people observing intently, the techs in the room I was in hurriedly monitoring displays and adjusting things. I could hear the hum of electricity flowing, like what you’d hear next to large power lines, and soon it sounded like a crackling within the machinery beneath me. I looked down, and I saw the platform I was on begin to glow an otherworldly blue from beneath the glass panels. As it did, it seemed the lights in the room I was in and the observation room dimmed.
For a solid minute, nothing happened. The machine continued humming and crackling as I was bathed in the blue light. The cold feeling was finally gone as the machine heated up quickly. The chamber began feeling more like a greenhouse in the sunlight, and my sweat started to drip to the floor. I was breathing heavily, panting, as I stared up at the doctor, and I presented him my middle finger. “You have no idea what you’re doing, asshole…” I said under my breath, taunting him.
He didn’t seem to like my gesture, and he said something to the people below. Suddenly the intensity of the light and the crackling increased, corresponding with the other lights dimming more. The hair on my body started standing on end. I wasn’t sure if that was from nerves or static electricity at this point. I was about ready to taunt Simeon again, tell him his experiment had failed, when to my shock and horror, I fell over in pain.
I knew exactly what this pain was. Intimately familiar with it, even. It was the pain I felt every month, on the night of the full moon. I could feel my skin crawl, my bones and muscles begin shifting in unnatural ways. My heart was racing, and I felt panic grip me. “This is impossible….” I thought to myself, “this can’t be happening….not now….there’s no way they could….” But my thoughts were soon interrupted by a crack of breaking bone, and I yelled out in pain. I managed to look up and catch a glimpse of Simeon’s smug expression.
The changes were like that of any given full moon, even though there was no full moon at all. My nails got sharper and my fingers thicker as my fingertips began resembling the digits on a large paw. My head felt like it was on fire from the pain of my face pushing out into a snout. My nose turned dark and wet, and my teeth became too big and sharp for my transforming mouth, so I let my changing tongue hang out as I panted.
I tried to stand up, but I should have known better. I fell back to my knees as the bones in my feet let out an audible crack, and I yelped in pain once more. I looked back, and saw my feet were now appearing grotesquely inhuman. They had grown longer, my toes and balls of my feet growing thick, plump pads, and my nails had become claws. I held myself off the ground with changing hand paws, and I felt my skin itch as fur began to grow. My hair started getting thicker, shaggier, more fur like, and it spread down my neck, shoulders, and back in thick patches of blotchy fur. Fur began growing up my arms as well, and it felt like putting on a coat in a sauna, and my unfurred skin was sweating profusely.
I felt pressure begin to build in the base of my spine, and I glanced back to see the bump of a tail beginning to form. I braced myself for what was to come and closed my eyes. Blinding pain shot through my system as my spine burst out several new vertebrae at once to form a functioning tail. I panted heavily before opening my eyes to see the new furred, swaying appendage.
As fur spread down my chest and torso, and my ears shifted from being human to large and round and furry, muscle began to grow to accompany my monstrous form. Through all the pain, I could feel the added strength in my arms and jaws. My legs soon followed as they began adjusting to my newly digitigrade stance I’d have thanks to my newly formed paws. This put a strain on my pants, as the transformation usually does, and they began tearing at the seams until they fell off.
My nude form was soon covered in blotchy fur, save for my face. My snout had finished growing out, and it was fully canine. But I saw my eyes in my reflection in the glass. For a brief moment, they were still mine. I stared at my reflection, eyes wide and whimpering in pain. The fur creeped slowly to cover my face.
I took rapid, shallow breaths. I panicked. The physical changes were finishing up. All that would be left to change was my mind. All higher thoughts, all my humanity, it’d be gone. It’d just be a wild animal in that chamber soon enough. My eyes began to burn, and I knew those changes started, and I shut them tight in pain. But soon, the pain began to die, soreness crept over my body. I started feeling light headed. I could barely keep myself up with my arms. I opened my eyes, and all that starred back in my reflection were glowing green and unfamiliar. Fear and rage filled me. In a final desperate cry, I snarled and yelled out in angry despair.
All that stared back in my reflection was an angry, wild beast. I don’t know if it was a roar or howl or snarl or whatever, but I made that beastial cry for as long as my lungs could take it, and the lightness in my head got worse. I wobbled and my stance wavered. Last thing I recall was a sudden hiss and pop from the machinery around me. Electricity arced and zapped, with a loud pop in lab. The lights went dark, and so did I. My head hit the glass floor of the chamber with a thud as I passed out.
All that was left was the beast.
It was made by SkiaSkai.
The original can be found here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22322689/
The character belongs to me.
Art by
skiaskai.Okay, okay. Posting this pic was a long time coming. Like, I dunno, does anyone actually pay attention to what I post? I mean, I doubt it, it's been over a year. I mean, I haven't looked at my submission notifications since last year. Ain't no way I'm gonna look through 74K pics. I'll probably nuke it in the new year, start fresh and all. But, that's going off on a tangent. Wanna know the reason I haven't posted anything in forever? Pure laziness. And writer's block. No seriously, writer's block has kept me from posting, because this was the next thing I wanted to post, even before I posted some megaplex commissions I got last year. You see, these pics I got from SkiaSkai, they're so good. Like, honestly, this and the following part are in the top 5 favorite pics I ever commissioned. I dunno, I never ranked them. And I felt, well, they needed a story. A narrative to go with. Well, I'm a shit writer, clearly. Couldn't think anything good enough. But I gave myself a deadline a few months ago. Halloween. A Wednesday. Werewolf Wednesday. And TF Tuesday. Which is today! So part 1, for TF Tuesday, and part 2 for Werewolf Wednesday Halloween. I couldn't have planned it better. And hopefully, this means I'll get back into posting commissions. Because, past couple years I've gotten a bit of a backlog. Anyways! Hope y'all will enjoy the story. Happy TF Tuesday, y'all.
I fell with a thud to the ground. Or at least, that’s what it felt like to me. I could barely remember what happened, and I was just waking up. The ground felt cold and metallic and glassy in some ways, and I curled up just to stay warm. Soon I heard the hum of machinery around me, and I began to stir more. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw I was surrounded on all sides by glass. It looked to be a lab of some sort, I thought. Everything was dark, save for what looked like machinery with glowing screens and indicators that lined the room.
I shivered a bit. My body felt sore all over. I looked at myself, and I saw my clothes were gone save for some jeans. Internally, I began to panic. My mind was blank, and I immediately thought of the worst case scenario. Did all my preparation fail? Did I kill anyone? Or worse, pass my curse on unknowingly?
“No...wait…calm down...” I began thinking to myself, trying to get my rational mind thinking again. I stood up, shakily, still feeling like I should be half asleep, but I forced myself up. I leaned against the glass, and as best I could pounded on the side. “Hello?!” I yelled out into the empty room. That exertion alone gave me a headache, and I slid against the glass back down to the floor.
I rubbed at my aching head a bit trying to remember what happened. There was no way in hell I could have lost track of the moon cycle. In fact, it had been less than a fortnight since the last time I turned, so it was impossible for there to be a full moon already. So, I eased up on myself a bit. But that didn’t explain why I was in that place. “Think...what’s the last thing you can recall, Skips? Walking home...I think?” The memory was too blurry, but images started returning to me, and I was clearly going about my normal business on a normal day, but then everything that came after was just gone up until I found myself half naked in some glorified test tube.
I sat there for several more minutes, just waiting for my headache and the grogginess to clear before doing anything more. But before that could happen, lights suddenly flooded the room. I shielded my eyes with my hand before they adjusted, and I finally got a good look around. The room had a very clinical look to it, or at least that was how I could best describe it, with the fluorescent lights, and stark, utilitarian look of everything. The room seemed two stories high, as on the upper half of one wall, there was a large observation window.
The large glass cylinder I was in seemed completely sci fi horror, though. It was part of a large machine, with the platform I was on elevated off the ground by a good bit. There were large, thick connectors running from the machine to the wall. Whatever the machine was, it seemed to be requiring lots of power to run, if they were power lines. But that was just my best guess.
I paced nervously around the glass prison, holding my arms to myself to keep warm and help calm myself. I wasn’t doing a very good job of the latter. My heart was racing, and despite the cold, I was sweating nervously. I wanted to get out, go home, and figure out what happened; but there was nothing in that small space that appeared that could release me. Frantically, I beat on the glass again yelling for help.
This time, the lights behind the observation window turned on, revealing a team of people watching me. I felt exposed, and despite having now way to do so, I tried to hide myself. I sat down, holding my legs to myself, and looked nervously at the observers. They seemed mostly a mix of people, some with lab coats, others in uniforms like in the military. More people in lab coats entered the room I was in, and they began manning stations at various screens and examining various parts of the machinery.
I had no idea what was going on. No frame of reference for any of this sci fi horror bullshit. I just wanted to get out and go home, but instead I was like some animal at the zoo. Ironic, I suppose. Had all those years of trying to hide what I was finally caught up to me? No, impossible. I always made sure my secret never got out. But why else would I be there? I cried silently to myself, the situation felt hopeless.
Suddenly a voice from a speaker began to talk, and I looked up to find what must have been the lead scientist in the observation room speaking into a mic. He was unremarkable. Thin hair, average height, not very athletically inclined, etc. “Ah, Mr. Skips,” he said, sounding friendly and jovial. “I’m glad to see you’ve come to. I can call you ‘Skips’, right? You can call me...” he paused, as he appeared to be thinking of an alias “Doctor Simeon. Yeah, that’ll work.”
I stared in disbelief at ‘Doctor Simeon’. “No, you can’t, asshole,” I said quietly to myself and began to ignore him.
“Oh? No?” he replied, apparently having heard me, sounding almost hurt. I blinked in surprise. There must have been a mic somewhere close. “Is this not you?” He continued as a screen that was facing me just outside the chamber started displaying a picture of me along with personal information. “Says here it’s what your friends call you, along with your name, address, date of birth, social security number, etc. I mean, seriously, if there’s anything wrong with the information please let us know. We can correct the records.”
I stared at it all. How did they know me? How did they know all that? They even knew of my favorite food, color, song, and personal fears. Though, thankfully, it didn’t list the one thing I was worried they’d have known. Unless they were playing with me. Fear crept into my shaking voice as I asked “What is this? Who are you?”
“Ah, my friend, this is you,” Simeon explained, maintaining his cordial attitude, while ignoring my second question. “In summary at least. Nothing that wasn’t easily gotten from public record or information you freely give online. You’re smart, though. You definitely don’t give away everything about yourself.”
My heart skipped a beat, and though I tried, I couldn’t keep that out of my voice. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“You see...you could say we’re people with a specific interest. That interest being people like you.” I stared and said nothing, which he took as an opportunity to continue. “What I’m talking about is...we know about your, how would you put it? Your...condition? It took a lot of work to confirm that information, but we have very capable investigators.”
My heart sank. Though my rational mind knew certain that my secret was out, I was still in denial, holding out hope that it wasn’t true. I’ve told no one. I’ve always stayed hidden. Always away from people from people when it happens. But then again, they knew so much about me, for all I knew, they could have been observing me without me realizing. No, obviously they were, they admitted it. “I….I don’t know what you’re talking about….there’s no condition….” I said, bluffing as bad an alcoholic in bar after one too many drinks saying he has no problem.
The doctor chuckled to himself, “Oh, Skips, don’t deny it,” he said playfully. “We specialize in finding this information out. You’re smart, but that doesn’t mean you can hide that fuzzy little secret of yours. It was always just a matter of time before someone noticed, and either you knew that, or you just lie to yourself better than we gave you credit for.”
I said nothing more for a solid minute, just trying to process everything. Simeon’s scientists were doing all their tasks, fiddling here and there, and the people in the observation room appeared to be settling in, as if whatever they came for was soon at hand. “If you know so much about me,” I finally say, dropping all pretenses of ignorance, “then why am I here? It’s weeks until the full moon. Are you just going to keep me in this jar until then?”
“I’m glad you asked!” the doctor gleefully exclaimed. “You see...we needed someone like you to be a test subject. We wanted to answer a simple question: What if you didn’t need a full moon? What if the beast you’ve been hiding most of your life could be released at any time and put to good use?”
My mouth dropped open in disbelief, and I stared in horror or the excited scientist. “You’re…..you’re mad. Why would I...why would anyone want that?” I had thought, if anything, they wanted to kill me, or disect me, or something. But I wasn’t sure if their actual motivation was worse.
“Why would someone want an unstoppable killing machine on demand?” he stated simply, as if that question answered mine. “My friend, why try to develop a super soldier, when nature already provides them every full moon?”
I stood up, my fear starting to get replaced by anger. “Soldiers? Soldiers?! Like you said, I’m...we’re killing machines. You can’t just control us when we’re like that! Hell, I can’t control myself! You can’t just science your way into figuring this out, because it’s a curse! It’s beyond science!” I slammed my fist against the glass.
“Then you’re a superstitious fool to believe that,” Simeon spat, the fake friendliness gone from his voice. “To early man, the simple wolf was just as frightening and unstoppable. We domesticated the dog from them. And you, my friend, you’re just a wild dog waiting to be tamed. And when we can force that monster out of you, nothing can stop us from teaching it to fetch, jump, and roll over on command.”
I sank down against the glass, crying in anger and fear. I saw scientists around the machine begin to give thumbs up signals to the observation room. Everyone finally seemed ready for their experiment.
“You see, Skips,” he continued as everyone made final preparations, “you weren’t the first werecreature we’ve had here. The sad thing is, none have survived before. Our experiments…” his voice trailed off a bit, and he moved his hands, like he was looking for the right words, “they...something always went wrong, to be blunt. Either the machine would give out or wasn’t tuned properly, causing the subjects to expire mid transformation. So, if you want to live, if you want any hope to see anything outside that glass tube again; well, you better hope we succeed.”
With that, Simeon cut the mic to my glass prison. He signalled to everyone, and the experiment began. I was shaking, and I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I had no idea what they were about to do, or what they may have already done when I was unconscious after they abducted me. I jumped a bit when the machine began whirring, startling me. I looked around anxiously. I saw Simeon and his team of people observing intently, the techs in the room I was in hurriedly monitoring displays and adjusting things. I could hear the hum of electricity flowing, like what you’d hear next to large power lines, and soon it sounded like a crackling within the machinery beneath me. I looked down, and I saw the platform I was on begin to glow an otherworldly blue from beneath the glass panels. As it did, it seemed the lights in the room I was in and the observation room dimmed.
For a solid minute, nothing happened. The machine continued humming and crackling as I was bathed in the blue light. The cold feeling was finally gone as the machine heated up quickly. The chamber began feeling more like a greenhouse in the sunlight, and my sweat started to drip to the floor. I was breathing heavily, panting, as I stared up at the doctor, and I presented him my middle finger. “You have no idea what you’re doing, asshole…” I said under my breath, taunting him.
He didn’t seem to like my gesture, and he said something to the people below. Suddenly the intensity of the light and the crackling increased, corresponding with the other lights dimming more. The hair on my body started standing on end. I wasn’t sure if that was from nerves or static electricity at this point. I was about ready to taunt Simeon again, tell him his experiment had failed, when to my shock and horror, I fell over in pain.
I knew exactly what this pain was. Intimately familiar with it, even. It was the pain I felt every month, on the night of the full moon. I could feel my skin crawl, my bones and muscles begin shifting in unnatural ways. My heart was racing, and I felt panic grip me. “This is impossible….” I thought to myself, “this can’t be happening….not now….there’s no way they could….” But my thoughts were soon interrupted by a crack of breaking bone, and I yelled out in pain. I managed to look up and catch a glimpse of Simeon’s smug expression.
The changes were like that of any given full moon, even though there was no full moon at all. My nails got sharper and my fingers thicker as my fingertips began resembling the digits on a large paw. My head felt like it was on fire from the pain of my face pushing out into a snout. My nose turned dark and wet, and my teeth became too big and sharp for my transforming mouth, so I let my changing tongue hang out as I panted.
I tried to stand up, but I should have known better. I fell back to my knees as the bones in my feet let out an audible crack, and I yelped in pain once more. I looked back, and saw my feet were now appearing grotesquely inhuman. They had grown longer, my toes and balls of my feet growing thick, plump pads, and my nails had become claws. I held myself off the ground with changing hand paws, and I felt my skin itch as fur began to grow. My hair started getting thicker, shaggier, more fur like, and it spread down my neck, shoulders, and back in thick patches of blotchy fur. Fur began growing up my arms as well, and it felt like putting on a coat in a sauna, and my unfurred skin was sweating profusely.
I felt pressure begin to build in the base of my spine, and I glanced back to see the bump of a tail beginning to form. I braced myself for what was to come and closed my eyes. Blinding pain shot through my system as my spine burst out several new vertebrae at once to form a functioning tail. I panted heavily before opening my eyes to see the new furred, swaying appendage.
As fur spread down my chest and torso, and my ears shifted from being human to large and round and furry, muscle began to grow to accompany my monstrous form. Through all the pain, I could feel the added strength in my arms and jaws. My legs soon followed as they began adjusting to my newly digitigrade stance I’d have thanks to my newly formed paws. This put a strain on my pants, as the transformation usually does, and they began tearing at the seams until they fell off.
My nude form was soon covered in blotchy fur, save for my face. My snout had finished growing out, and it was fully canine. But I saw my eyes in my reflection in the glass. For a brief moment, they were still mine. I stared at my reflection, eyes wide and whimpering in pain. The fur creeped slowly to cover my face.
I took rapid, shallow breaths. I panicked. The physical changes were finishing up. All that would be left to change was my mind. All higher thoughts, all my humanity, it’d be gone. It’d just be a wild animal in that chamber soon enough. My eyes began to burn, and I knew those changes started, and I shut them tight in pain. But soon, the pain began to die, soreness crept over my body. I started feeling light headed. I could barely keep myself up with my arms. I opened my eyes, and all that starred back in my reflection were glowing green and unfamiliar. Fear and rage filled me. In a final desperate cry, I snarled and yelled out in angry despair.
All that stared back in my reflection was an angry, wild beast. I don’t know if it was a roar or howl or snarl or whatever, but I made that beastial cry for as long as my lungs could take it, and the lightness in my head got worse. I wobbled and my stance wavered. Last thing I recall was a sudden hiss and pop from the machinery around me. Electricity arced and zapped, with a loud pop in lab. The lights went dark, and so did I. My head hit the glass floor of the chamber with a thud as I passed out.
All that was left was the beast.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Canine (Other)
Size 1280 x 891px
File Size 1.49 MB
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