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I… was a dog. I could only walk on all fours. When I spoke, no words came out, only barks.
I was no longer human.
And yet, the crushing fear that I had felt in the past, that the virus would advance me to this state… it felt nowhere near as severe. I had already been living with fur, a snout, and floppy ears for a while. In the case of my tail… I’d actually grown to kind of like it.
Maybe I’d just given up hope. Maybe my mind had deadened. Whatever the cause, being a dog, walking around on my paws… it felt natural, somehow. I could tell, in some ways, that my mind had been altered. While I had sniffed at the air occasionally as an anthro, now fully canine, I felt a compulsive urge to sniff everything.
On top of that, I was feeling restless. I had been stuck in this room for… for a week? I wanted to go outside, I wanted to run, bound across some grass… chase something.
I knew deep down that those weren’t my real thoughts. They were canine instincts creeping in. But I was a dog. And did it matter really whether those were my human thoughts or my dog thoughts? It sounded fun, and if it was fun, did it matter?
I shook my head, snapping out of the trance I was in. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate. It had been this way for a while. I hoped that it had stabilized - that if we ever got out of here, and if we were stuck this way… that we would at least retain our identity.
I got off of my dog bed and padded over to where Ashley sat on hers. I nudged her with my snout. When she didn’t get up, I barked softly. That finally got her to sit up on her haunches, where she used one of her hind legs to scratch an itch on her neck.
I stamped one of my forepaws down on the ground. A moment passed, and Ashley did so as well.
It was our only way to communicate that we were still mentally alert, able to actively choose to do something not based on instinct.
Despite my relief that Ashley was still okay, she let out a very, very pained whimper. I licked her face. She licked me back. It was the only reassurance that I could provide to her now. I couldn’t read her thoughts, I couldn’t telepathically tell her we’d get through this.
All we could do was hold on.
I tried my best not to let the dog conquer me by trying to do as human of things as possible - and the most human thing I could do was read the books. Getting them open and trying to turn the pages with my forepaws was difficult - but reading them was getting harder. I wasn’t sure if it was my eyes or my mind, but I had to think a lot more about what I was reading.
But it was a way for me to fixate on something that felt human. It was a way for me to practice concentration. I was not a dog. I was Matt Hewitt. I had a sister named Ashley. I had my parents who were looking for us. Things like this I repeated in my mind to try to anchor my conscious thought. So far it had worked.
I heard the door buzz, indicating that it was being opened. I kicked the book away, and put on my best, dumb happy face as Melina walked in. If we could convince her that we’d become completely lost to the change, it could give us an edge.
“Arf!” I barked, panting happily. Ashley barked as well.
“Ah pipe down you two dumb mutts,” Melina groaned, hauling a bag of dog food into the room.
She carried it to our food dishes, but poured a bit too much, and spilled it all over.
She was drunk. Incapacitated to an extent.
I suddenly felt very, very happy. I barked again.
“Gosh can’t you two let a hungover woman have some quiet?” she said, close to yelling.
She set down the bag of dog food, and just collapsed onto the floor. She stared up at the ceiling, a glimpse of tears in her eyes.
The door was wide open. We could run now, and with her being drunk… and hungover? - Gosh she was not having a good day - she might not be able to catch us.
Ashley let out a small bark directed at me. I could sense the meaning in it in a way a human couldn’t - what are you waiting for?
I was waiting for a way to get Melina away from the electric prod on her waist, which she was stroking like a cat. She reached into her jacket, and pulled out a flask, sipping from it.
“How… how weird is it,” she said, “that doing this, trying to drown out my hangover with more drinking… is called ‘hair of the dog.’ That’s funny isn’t it?”
I barked and panted.
“I woonnder what weirdo came up with that,” she slurred, “he was probably… prolly as weird as me, talking to a dumb animal.”
She reached out towards me. I shirked back slightly, out of both my real human anxiety around someone who had attacked me with electric shocks, and a natural canine instinct for danger.
“I won’t hurt you,” she said, “not when you’re much nicer than wheenn… when youuu were a human.”
I timidly drew nearer to her, and she scratched me behind the ears. Despite the stench of alcohol on her, getting scratched always felt good, and I wagged my tail vigorously.
“I miss having a dog,” Melina said. “I miss having someone thaat looves you soooo much. Not someone who complains that I’m never home for our daughter because you work sso much, but then when you actually try you find out he was cheating on youu, and then your punk daughter chooses his cheating a** instead of youu who actually carrress…”
She was sobbing a lot now. Gosh this was uncomfortable - even when I was just a dog that didn’t really have any real reason to feel awkward.
“Gosshh why did I make my life so sh**ty!!” Melina screamed out of nowhere. “Why did I let myself marry that jerk? Why did I let my daughter slip away!!”
Ashley and I just stared at each other in bewilderment.
“And on top of thhhaa,” Melina slurred again, “I kidnapped some kids and made them into two… dumb… animals…”
She dropped her head down into folded arms. Her hand was not on her electric prod.
I glanced to Ashley, and barked that it was time to make our move.
Ashley didn’t seem to respond. She was just staring at Melina. I stamped my paw, hoping that she wasn’t falling into a trance. Thankfully, Ashley stamped her paw - she was still thinking.
Melina looked back up, and wiped her eyes. The tears came back almost immediately. Before I could stop her, Ashley jumped up close to Melina, and licked her face.
“Augh augh!” Melina grunted, “cut it out!”
Ashley remained persistent.
Melina’s angered grunts turned to a bit of a frustrated laugh.
“Okay,” Melina sighed, hugging Ashley, “thank you for the kisses… they don’t haalp much though.”
I felt pity for what had happened to this woman - it seemed that working with Seth had broken her - like Seth appeared to have broken others, and wanted to break us. But she had chosen her path.
As if to affirm my thoughts, Melina sighed and sat up straight.
“But you two aren’t myy friends. You’re our prisoners.”
I barely registered the movement as Melina started to get up. Ashley jumped on her. Melina reached for her prod. And Ashley bit hard into Melina’s arm.
“AAAGGHH!!” Melina screamed. “You f***ing mutt!”
I grabbed the prod with my mouth, and Ashley refused to let go of Melina’s arm. As I spat the prod out, tossing it to the side, Melina kicked Ashley hard in the stomach off of her, causing Ashley to let out a harsh whimper.
I barked loudly. You b**ch.
I bounded over to Ashley, who panted deeply, recovering from the blow. Lying on her side, she gave a strained double stamp with one of her paws. She was alright.
I turned my attention back to the prod, to run back to it before Melina could grab it. But Melina was completely distracted. She was screaming, gripping her arm as blood seeped between her fingers.
“You devious freaks!” she shouted at us. “You’re just like everyone else, lying with not an ounce of humanity!”
I looked to Ashley and stamped my paw. We had to go. Now.
I bounded out the door into a hallway. It was as austere as the room we’d been in. I don’t know how my legs could feel strained after doing barely anything for so long, but gosh I was tired. I wanted some real food… like bacon. I shook the thought away, and glanced back behind me as Ashley followed me out of the room.
I turned around a corner and saw in the corner of my eye as Ashley ran into another room. I barked at her. What was she doing?
She made a racket, knocking something over. I ran back to find that she was in a breakroom of sorts, and had a big wad of toilet paper in her mouth. She ran past me - back to Melina.
I rolled my eyes and followed her. Melina didn’t say anything, but immediately grabbed the toilet paper and began wrapping it around the wound.
“I… am going to kill youuu,” she seethed.
But then she let out a screech, and reached behind her.
“Ahh! Ahhhh! What… what’s going on!!”
Melina fell down to the ground amidst cracking sounds - and then a big furry tail sprung out of her pants.
“Nooo…,” she said in disbelief… “Your stupid DNA dammit!”
I watched in horror. This was no gradual change. If the virus had burned through us like a match, it was moving through her like a forest fire. Her face pushed out into a muzzle, a snout forming. Black and white fur sprouted all over her. As she screamed in pain, she slowly looked up at me, glaring with canine eyes.
A guttural growl came from her throat, and she pounced on me. She began punching me, getting in several really painful hits, before her hands formed into paws.
I tried my best to wrestle out of her grip, rolling her off of me. She kicked off her pants, her legs now canine, and jumped at me again, hitting me with a paw, she knocked me to the ground.
I bit back the pain, and barked at Ashley. She got the message, and began to run.
I turned back to Melina, who was breathing deep. Her tongue dropped out of her mouth, becoming longer and flatter.
“You…,” she said in a strained voice, “have gotten what you wanted. What everyone wanted. You ruined my life. Youuuuu hhhaahahahaaggghghhhh!!”
Her voice strained more and more, until her human voice vanished forever. She barked at me a few times, and then realized what had happened.
She suddenly became still, only panting. The transformation had ended. She was a dog - a border collie.
She whimpered, and then let out a howl before collapsing to the floor in despair.
She’d gotten what she deserved. I was done here.
I ran after Ashley, only exchanging a glane with her.
And we ran to freedom.
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I was no longer human.
And yet, the crushing fear that I had felt in the past, that the virus would advance me to this state… it felt nowhere near as severe. I had already been living with fur, a snout, and floppy ears for a while. In the case of my tail… I’d actually grown to kind of like it.
Maybe I’d just given up hope. Maybe my mind had deadened. Whatever the cause, being a dog, walking around on my paws… it felt natural, somehow. I could tell, in some ways, that my mind had been altered. While I had sniffed at the air occasionally as an anthro, now fully canine, I felt a compulsive urge to sniff everything.
On top of that, I was feeling restless. I had been stuck in this room for… for a week? I wanted to go outside, I wanted to run, bound across some grass… chase something.
I knew deep down that those weren’t my real thoughts. They were canine instincts creeping in. But I was a dog. And did it matter really whether those were my human thoughts or my dog thoughts? It sounded fun, and if it was fun, did it matter?
I shook my head, snapping out of the trance I was in. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate. It had been this way for a while. I hoped that it had stabilized - that if we ever got out of here, and if we were stuck this way… that we would at least retain our identity.
I got off of my dog bed and padded over to where Ashley sat on hers. I nudged her with my snout. When she didn’t get up, I barked softly. That finally got her to sit up on her haunches, where she used one of her hind legs to scratch an itch on her neck.
I stamped one of my forepaws down on the ground. A moment passed, and Ashley did so as well.
It was our only way to communicate that we were still mentally alert, able to actively choose to do something not based on instinct.
Despite my relief that Ashley was still okay, she let out a very, very pained whimper. I licked her face. She licked me back. It was the only reassurance that I could provide to her now. I couldn’t read her thoughts, I couldn’t telepathically tell her we’d get through this.
All we could do was hold on.
I tried my best not to let the dog conquer me by trying to do as human of things as possible - and the most human thing I could do was read the books. Getting them open and trying to turn the pages with my forepaws was difficult - but reading them was getting harder. I wasn’t sure if it was my eyes or my mind, but I had to think a lot more about what I was reading.
But it was a way for me to fixate on something that felt human. It was a way for me to practice concentration. I was not a dog. I was Matt Hewitt. I had a sister named Ashley. I had my parents who were looking for us. Things like this I repeated in my mind to try to anchor my conscious thought. So far it had worked.
I heard the door buzz, indicating that it was being opened. I kicked the book away, and put on my best, dumb happy face as Melina walked in. If we could convince her that we’d become completely lost to the change, it could give us an edge.
“Arf!” I barked, panting happily. Ashley barked as well.
“Ah pipe down you two dumb mutts,” Melina groaned, hauling a bag of dog food into the room.
She carried it to our food dishes, but poured a bit too much, and spilled it all over.
She was drunk. Incapacitated to an extent.
I suddenly felt very, very happy. I barked again.
“Gosh can’t you two let a hungover woman have some quiet?” she said, close to yelling.
She set down the bag of dog food, and just collapsed onto the floor. She stared up at the ceiling, a glimpse of tears in her eyes.
The door was wide open. We could run now, and with her being drunk… and hungover? - Gosh she was not having a good day - she might not be able to catch us.
Ashley let out a small bark directed at me. I could sense the meaning in it in a way a human couldn’t - what are you waiting for?
I was waiting for a way to get Melina away from the electric prod on her waist, which she was stroking like a cat. She reached into her jacket, and pulled out a flask, sipping from it.
“How… how weird is it,” she said, “that doing this, trying to drown out my hangover with more drinking… is called ‘hair of the dog.’ That’s funny isn’t it?”
I barked and panted.
“I woonnder what weirdo came up with that,” she slurred, “he was probably… prolly as weird as me, talking to a dumb animal.”
She reached out towards me. I shirked back slightly, out of both my real human anxiety around someone who had attacked me with electric shocks, and a natural canine instinct for danger.
“I won’t hurt you,” she said, “not when you’re much nicer than wheenn… when youuu were a human.”
I timidly drew nearer to her, and she scratched me behind the ears. Despite the stench of alcohol on her, getting scratched always felt good, and I wagged my tail vigorously.
“I miss having a dog,” Melina said. “I miss having someone thaat looves you soooo much. Not someone who complains that I’m never home for our daughter because you work sso much, but then when you actually try you find out he was cheating on youu, and then your punk daughter chooses his cheating a** instead of youu who actually carrress…”
She was sobbing a lot now. Gosh this was uncomfortable - even when I was just a dog that didn’t really have any real reason to feel awkward.
“Gosshh why did I make my life so sh**ty!!” Melina screamed out of nowhere. “Why did I let myself marry that jerk? Why did I let my daughter slip away!!”
Ashley and I just stared at each other in bewilderment.
“And on top of thhhaa,” Melina slurred again, “I kidnapped some kids and made them into two… dumb… animals…”
She dropped her head down into folded arms. Her hand was not on her electric prod.
I glanced to Ashley, and barked that it was time to make our move.
Ashley didn’t seem to respond. She was just staring at Melina. I stamped my paw, hoping that she wasn’t falling into a trance. Thankfully, Ashley stamped her paw - she was still thinking.
Melina looked back up, and wiped her eyes. The tears came back almost immediately. Before I could stop her, Ashley jumped up close to Melina, and licked her face.
“Augh augh!” Melina grunted, “cut it out!”
Ashley remained persistent.
Melina’s angered grunts turned to a bit of a frustrated laugh.
“Okay,” Melina sighed, hugging Ashley, “thank you for the kisses… they don’t haalp much though.”
I felt pity for what had happened to this woman - it seemed that working with Seth had broken her - like Seth appeared to have broken others, and wanted to break us. But she had chosen her path.
As if to affirm my thoughts, Melina sighed and sat up straight.
“But you two aren’t myy friends. You’re our prisoners.”
I barely registered the movement as Melina started to get up. Ashley jumped on her. Melina reached for her prod. And Ashley bit hard into Melina’s arm.
“AAAGGHH!!” Melina screamed. “You f***ing mutt!”
I grabbed the prod with my mouth, and Ashley refused to let go of Melina’s arm. As I spat the prod out, tossing it to the side, Melina kicked Ashley hard in the stomach off of her, causing Ashley to let out a harsh whimper.
I barked loudly. You b**ch.
I bounded over to Ashley, who panted deeply, recovering from the blow. Lying on her side, she gave a strained double stamp with one of her paws. She was alright.
I turned my attention back to the prod, to run back to it before Melina could grab it. But Melina was completely distracted. She was screaming, gripping her arm as blood seeped between her fingers.
“You devious freaks!” she shouted at us. “You’re just like everyone else, lying with not an ounce of humanity!”
I looked to Ashley and stamped my paw. We had to go. Now.
I bounded out the door into a hallway. It was as austere as the room we’d been in. I don’t know how my legs could feel strained after doing barely anything for so long, but gosh I was tired. I wanted some real food… like bacon. I shook the thought away, and glanced back behind me as Ashley followed me out of the room.
I turned around a corner and saw in the corner of my eye as Ashley ran into another room. I barked at her. What was she doing?
She made a racket, knocking something over. I ran back to find that she was in a breakroom of sorts, and had a big wad of toilet paper in her mouth. She ran past me - back to Melina.
I rolled my eyes and followed her. Melina didn’t say anything, but immediately grabbed the toilet paper and began wrapping it around the wound.
“I… am going to kill youuu,” she seethed.
But then she let out a screech, and reached behind her.
“Ahh! Ahhhh! What… what’s going on!!”
Melina fell down to the ground amidst cracking sounds - and then a big furry tail sprung out of her pants.
“Nooo…,” she said in disbelief… “Your stupid DNA dammit!”
I watched in horror. This was no gradual change. If the virus had burned through us like a match, it was moving through her like a forest fire. Her face pushed out into a muzzle, a snout forming. Black and white fur sprouted all over her. As she screamed in pain, she slowly looked up at me, glaring with canine eyes.
A guttural growl came from her throat, and she pounced on me. She began punching me, getting in several really painful hits, before her hands formed into paws.
I tried my best to wrestle out of her grip, rolling her off of me. She kicked off her pants, her legs now canine, and jumped at me again, hitting me with a paw, she knocked me to the ground.
I bit back the pain, and barked at Ashley. She got the message, and began to run.
I turned back to Melina, who was breathing deep. Her tongue dropped out of her mouth, becoming longer and flatter.
“You…,” she said in a strained voice, “have gotten what you wanted. What everyone wanted. You ruined my life. Youuuuu hhhaahahahaaggghghhhh!!”
Her voice strained more and more, until her human voice vanished forever. She barked at me a few times, and then realized what had happened.
She suddenly became still, only panting. The transformation had ended. She was a dog - a border collie.
She whimpered, and then let out a howl before collapsing to the floor in despair.
She’d gotten what she deserved. I was done here.
I ran after Ashley, only exchanging a glane with her.
And we ran to freedom.
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46011490/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46098414/
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
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Category Story / Transformation
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