Super late Halloween Special here! Anyway, this is a little gift for  SupersuMC! It's not too long, just over a thousand words or so, but this story is Canon to Ryker's world in Intramorph, so maybe Trevor will come back ;)! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this piece!

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A Taurian Change

Deep within the lower levels of the Intramorph headquarters in Seattle, Washington lay a dark underground lab with dozens of hallways lined with solitary confinement doors. Most rooms were poorly lit as subjects pulled from various places and lifestyles were forced to sit and wait around for Intramorph’s darkest experiments.

Some experiments were simple, such as new species compatibility tests. Others were more complicated. This particular lab thrived on complicated tests.

First, the lab experimented in making beast people with simpler and simpler DNA, from vertebrate aquatic species to invertebrates. The simplest that the lab could muster were insectoid species and some arachnids. Some experiments leaned towards the mythical, like centaurs and sirens, maybe even a banshee.

All of this culminated into one test subject, labeled only as subject R.A.T. Despite the acronym, the subject would not become a rat. Instead, the subject would be a joint experiment between the public Project Corse and private Project Mythus. The subject would be made into a hybrid beast person of a ringtail and a jumping spider.

On top of all of that, the team was prepared to test a surgery-free taxidermal concoction to make a taur-like figure. The results of this experiment are fascinating to say the least.

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“No!” a man yelled, “you’re not going to turn me into some animal!”

The notorious Dr. Zwo frowned, “Don’t you see? You’ll be like Armstrong on the moon but for genetic science!” He motioned to his assistant. “You’ll be beautiful, magnificent, perfect!” A wolfish smile crept onto his face.

The man retreated into the corner of his dark cell. “No! I just want to be with my family, to see my mother!” He paused a beat, “to…at least see her one more time.” The man began to break down into tears, both from isolation and complete emotional exhaustion.

Dr. Zwo seized the moment, restraining subject R.A.T. alongside his assistant. “Mr. Trevor, don’t fight this. It’s for the betterment of my cause.” He leaned in towards Trevor’s face. “Besides, the more you fight, the more pain you’ll be in down the road.” He turned to his assistant. “Take him to the room and prep him for the injection.”

“No, NO!” Trevor screamed as he was dragged out of the room towards the large theatrical medical hall. Dr. Zwo closed the door and followed behind, watching his prime subject squirm like a doomed fly in his web.

Inside the theatrical medical room, Intramorph investors sat, watching down into the zoo-like platform. The stage itself was free of all items aside from a silver briefcase on a rolling cart and electronically locked shackles tethered to the floor.

As the trio entered the medical stage, investors cheered and gawked at subject R.A.T.’s frail state. The assistant transferred Trevor from his shackles to the electric ones, only around his ankles. Dr. Zwo tapped a button on his wrist screen and the shackles beeped as they sealed themselves into place, ready to come undone when he thought fit.

A large clear dome closed around the medical stage, similarly, sealing itself. Zwo produced a small microphone from his lab coat pocket, “Welcome investors. Tonight, we will be bearing witness to a great moment in history for the genetic sciences!” He grinned, “Subject R.A.T. will become the culmination of everything Intramorph has been building towards, ever since our founder gave herself cat ears in her garage. Tonight we see the combination of Corse and Mythus, a mixed genetic breed between the raccoon relative ringtail and a simple jumping spider!”

The crowd quieted into a low murmur, confused by the fusion. “These two species are relatively harmless and safe despite the…unpleasant aroma we’re sure to experience.” Dr. Zwo nodded to one of the assistants who flashed a message onto the screens of the room: Face masks provided below your seats.
Dr. Zwo paused a moment, “On top of that,” a beat, “we propose a surgery-free method for a taur-based species!” His crowd cheered again. “Now, without further ado, let’s begin.”

Dr. Zwo handed his mic to his assistant and stepped towards the case. He slowly opened it and retrieved a large needle.

“Unlike the current, gen 2 Corse subjects, this solution also contains the latest accelerated growth formula from our nutrition division.” The assistant stated flatly into the microphone as the doctor paraded around the stage like he was showing off a brand new car on certain famous gameshows.

Dr. Zwo removed the safety cap from the needle as two strong guards came in and restrained Trevor from moving. Zwo stepped behind the struggling man and held the needle to the edge of the skin on Trevor’s neck, just below the base of the frail man’s skull. After a moment, he plunged the needle into Trevor, eliciting a cry from the man, and pressed the plunger, letting the amber liquid pour into the man’s bloodstream.

Immediately, Trevor’s body went limp as Zwo retrieved the microphone from his assistant. “I will now discuss the subject’s changes from my observation chamber.” Zwo, his assistant, and the guards removed themselves, the cart, and the briefcase from the room, only leaving a whimpering and numb Trevor on the floor.

A series of screens lowered above the center of the dome, like the score marker in some indoor sports. The screens flickered to life as Dr. Zwo reappeared before his audience, microphone in hand.

“In a matter of moments, the serum will have reached every part of the body, initiating the transformation,” Trevor screamed as his body suddenly regained feeling, only to be met with mind-shattering pain from every nerve. “Next, the subject will begin to sprout fur as most subjects start.” As he said, fur erupted all over Trevor’s body, followed immediately by the creaks of bones beginning to change.

“The special recipe for taur making will kick in next in combination with the spider DNA to grow and reshape the limbs.” Large audible cracks could be heard as new joints carved themselves into existence and rapidly growing limbs sprouted over his body, an extra pair of legs and arms. The legs sprouted around Trevor’s naval and took the shape of a ringtail’s forepaws. His original legs started pulling away from the rest of his body as new vertebrae multiplied and filled a rapidly forming lower torso. The second pair of legs snapped into a quadrupedal shape with an earsplitting crack.

“Next, the facial features and tail will form before the new nerves are connected to the existing nervous system.” Trevor continued to scream as his face stretched into a muzzle and his ears migrated to the top of his head. The new vertebrae continued to multiply into a fully formed tail.

As if by command, all of Trevor’s new limbs and senses snapped into his nervous system. His head pounded as he crumpled to the floor, tears streaming from his eyes. He felt like he’d pass out, but he didn’t.

“Lastly, the remaining details and features will grow in, such as muscle mass and specific species details.” The shackles around Trevor’s ankles turned green as they released and retracted into the floor. His skin and bones frame began to fill out with muscle until he was slim and no longer sickly. Sharp fangs grew in his mouth as spinnerets grew alongside the ringtail’s signature musk glands. Lastly, Trevor’s eyes were pushed up an inch as a second pair made themselves known beneath them, a veritable four eyes.

At last, everything was completed. Trevor lay on his forepaws, his two sets of arms feeling his upper torso and face in a terrified frenzy.

“We have success!” Zwo cried. The investors cheered shortly and began making calls or writing emails, ready to invest in the projects Intramorph had to offer.

Trevor slowly rose to his new feet and slowly stepped towards the door. Miraculously, the doors were unlocked as Trevor slowly exited the room and trudged towards his cell, another victim of Intramorph’s practices. From there, the broken man crumpled to the floor as he quietly sobbed over his fate.