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Brand new chapter for Ryker after so long! Ryker and Finn discuss Julia's disappearance and set a date for their first DATE! The two also serve their plant time with Brian the bull. Ryker spends some time reflecting on his time at Intramorph so far. Sebastian and Ryker discuss their steps going forward regarding Julia's disappearance.
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My tail drooped behind me as I stepped into the cafeteria. The line wasn’t long. I was able to get some warm food, meatloaf, and mashed potatoes.
I sat at my usual table next to Fynn, mumbling out a quiet, “hey.” I didn’t look at his expression, but my heightened senses told me he had become more concerned.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes searched my somber expression trying to find a source for my sour mood as my head rotated towards him slowly.
“They’re gone.”
“What’s gone?”
“You know who,” I replied flatly. His eyes widened slightly.
“Let’s talk outside, take your food to go.” He grabbed my large arm and practically dragged me and my tray of food towards the door. I was able to release myself long enough to put my food in to-go containers and place the dishes on the dish rack.
Fynn dragged me outside, into the cold February air and sat me next to him in the field. I resumed my eating.
“What happened?”
I swallowed a large mouthful of food before answering, “I was going to bring her some food, so I stopped at the rec kitchen and made some spaghetti.” I paused, recalling the empty room. “She wasn’t there. She wasn’t in the room. I couldn’t smell her, not even a sign that she had ever been in there.”
I took another bite of food. “What do you mean it was like she was never there?”
“She was taken.” My face started to curl downwards. “Someone ratted her out.” My snout scrunched up into a full-blown snarl. “She’s gone! We don’t know where she could be, let alone if she’s okay. Based on what she told me and Sebastian, Intramorph could have done something to her!”
There was a pause. Fynn reached an arm around me and squeezed. “Well, what would they do to her?”
My aggressive breathing simmered down with a deep breath. “At worst, they’d kill her.” I stared at my half-eaten food. “At best she’s in some kind of custody.” I stabbed at my meatloaf, roughly chewing and swallowing. “If anything, they’ll torture her, maybe even do sick experiments. We live in the heart of a genetic engineering facility after all.” I scooped up the last of my mashed potatoes and shoveled them into my maw.
Fynn’s paw rubbed at my shoulder. “So...she’s probably not dead! That’s something! If anything, she’s probably still in the facility somewhere, an isolated wing or something.” He sighed and stood up, “We can’t do much about finding her, given our status at the facility.” He gestured towards a distant security camera and nearby viewing window. “You can talk with Sebastian about what’s going on, but you can do that later.”
“Why’s that?” I replied grumpily.
“Because today’s the day we serve our time in garden jail.” A smile began to creep its way across his muzzle.
It evolved into a friendly smirk and I soon found myself smiling back. That pale wolf’s smiles are infectious! I stared into his eyes as he stands up, his athletic runner’s build stood tall above me. He reached down a paw and I grabbed it. My heart skipped a beat when our paws connected, an electric shock running through my body.
He grunts as he pulls me from my seat. My greater weight caused him to strain, but it only highlighted his musculature more, even through all the fur. His arms grew rigid as they slowly pulled me forward.
I lumbered forward, his smaller form becoming eclipsed by my own. Despite being nearly the same height, his snout slammed into the side of my neck. I could hardly feel it due to the padding of my fur.
I smiled, “thanks for the pick me up!”
I felt his ears twitch against me followed by a muffled “No prob!” He quickly removed his snout from my forest of fur, “Let’s get to the greenhouse!”
He quickly spun around and marched towards the greenhouse. My smile grew a little wider as I followed behind him.
We made our way to Brian’s office to check in with him. He pointed to the far corner of the greenhouse where a small clearing with workhorse tables all neatly assembled classroom-style with a series of items on each one.
Each station had a simple pot and saucer, followed by a container of potting soil and a packet of seeds.
Soon after we had found a spot to work at, Brian stepped into the main greenhouse area as a few other Beast-folk came in, most of which happened to be wolves. Once everyone had found a spot, Brian’s lesson began.
“You’re all here because you ruined, broke, and/or pushed my buttons a little too much.” He glanced at the wide amount of wolves. “You mutts can’t resist messing with my greenhouse and ruining my precious plants, huh?” He scoffed, “Is that doggy DNA too strong for yah? Can’t resist the pull of good ol' fashioned dirt and soil?”
He paced in front of our detention-like class, “You’ll all be pleased to know that you get to play in the dirt all over again!” He let out a hearty laugh. I caught glimpses of a few wolves’ tails slowly swishing behind them. Brian’s bullish snout remained plastered with a wide grin. “I want you all to plant these seeds.” He produced a packet of seeds from one of the pockets on his overalls.
I looked down at my workhorse station and picked up an identical packet of seeds: Intramorph Beastly: Broad Beans. “I’m pretty sure most of you remember how the basics of planting something work, so I’ll keep it brief. Make sure you fill up your pots with soil and bury the seeds near the surface. When you’re done, head to the rainwater tap and give those seeds something they could really use.” Brian gestured to a small rain shower head over a basin sink.
“I expect you all to continue caring for these plants, maybe even eating the beans once they’ve grown to maturity.” He surveyed his class. “Begin.”
“Our small class began their task. Many were taking their time, almost reveling in the child-like bliss of playing in the dirt.
Fynn turned towards me as he poured out the soil into his pot. “Y’know, now that we’re official. We need to have a first date!” His playful smirk re-emerged on his snout.
I returned a small smile, “what did you have in mind?”
His smile widened, “Well, I enjoyed baking with you, so I want to make some more cookies, but what I really want to do is to take you to the dance on the 28th!”
“I’m not a great dancer,” I replied as I scooped out a hole for the seeds.
“You don’t have to be! It’s a casual dance we can go to. You just have to know the beat and follow my lead!” He winked at me. I could feel my cheeks flush under my fur.
My smile grows wider, “It’s a date! Am I getting picked up or should I meet you there?” I leaned in as my smile shifted into a smirk.
“Well, I should be the courteous one.” He winked at me. “I’ll pick you up at your place around five or so. We’ll do some cooking together, eat dinner, and go to the dance!” He turned towards me fully, his smile sparkling in the warm light of the greenhouse.
“How do I know we won’t get lost?” I replied, stifling a fit of giggles. “Should I pull up some directions?”
Fynn pulled something out of his shirt from below the collar. He hid it from view, but the chain gave it away as a necklace of some kind. His paw opened slowly, revealing an iron compass with brass inlays for the cardinal directions among other, more stylistic, designs. I peered into the compass, only to find a little red needle pointing at me towards the north.
“I’ve got this!” He flipped the compass over. Engraved on the underside read: The heart, whether in pain or love, will always point to your true North. I smiled as he let it rest against his chest.
It didn’t take us long to finish planting our seeds from there. We both walked up to Brian and presented our finished projects. He carefully inspected the small mounds that held the seeds and felt the damp soil with his fingers.
After what felt like an eternity, he huffed, “good work you two. I expect you to be more careful with these than you were with the plants in my office.”
We both nodded in affirmation. He gave a quick thumbs up and herded us towards the exit. “Now, get those to your rooms by the window sills. I don’t want to have more precious food wasted.”
We nod again and quickly return inside to the main complex of Homestead. Fynn and I share a quick goodbye and split up to put away our new plants and get some free time before dinner.
I pulled up my laptop and wrote a quick personal journal. Although quick would have been an understatement, my large claws made it difficult to type accurately on the keys, ultimately resorting to the age-old hunt and peck method.
It’s hard to believe I’ve already finished my transition! Despite that, I still have moments where I feel like a stranger in my own body. I’m not entirely used to my new body and how it moves.
Even still, I look great. I daresay even handsome! It must be true since I already have a boyfriend! We got to set a plan for our first proper date too! I’m a little nervous about dancing, especially with such a large, heavy tail behind me.
…
Things are strange at Intramorph. Their control over genetics is far more refined than I expected, not just because of my full body transformation, but also plant life. It seems that they’ve designed entire new subspecies of plants that will grow larger just to accommodate the appetites of Beast-folk like me.
It kind of scares me how much genetic control they have. I mean, how much can they change? Will they one day have the ability to straight-up rewrite someone’s personality from the ground up? What about clone replicas. They already have some form of accelerated growth mixture given my quick transition compared to the gen 1 subjects.
From everything around me recently, my instincts tell me that Intramorph is more than they seem, even more than what some of the staff even believe Intramorph is.
I closed my laptop and checked the time on my watch: 6:02 PM. As if on queue, my stomach growled in hunger. I got up from the desk and stretched out wide. I let out a wide yawn with a quiet whine in my voice as I padded over towards the door. I quickly made my way down to the cafeteria where I waved to my wolven friends before getting my food and plopping myself down next to Sebastian.
In a hushed voice, I leaned in close to Sebastian’s scaly hide. “We have a problem.”
He took a bite from his food. “I know. Julia’s missing.”
“I tried to find a trail, but the entire room has been wiped clean.” I sighed, “Fynn thinks that she’s still in the building, under some kind of detention.”
“Right, she’s probably going to be genetically altered against her will. Especially after she told us about Intramorph’s plans for its staff.”
I swallowed some of my food, “What should we do then?”
“We should talk to Mathew. He and Douglas were the last ones who probably would have seen her.”
“Alright, let’s talk to Mathew together on Saturday. I won’t be around much tomorrow, since I have to go over to the sister facility for P.T.” Sebastian nodded.
“Saturday it is then.” We continued eating dinner, chatting idly until we had finished our food. We quickly said goodnight and returned to our rooms. Today had left me feeling more tired than usual. I shrugged out of my clothes and flopped into bed.
Before I could fall asleep, my phone pinged with a new text message. It was from mom.
How’s my son doing?
Feeling homesick yet?
No, just tired.
Got some new clothes the other day though.
Can I see? :)
Nah, I’m still under the whole confidentiality thing.
I understand. Well, have a good night, Ryker!
I love you pumpkin!
I set the phone back on my desk, letting my tired arm droop to the floor as I fall asleep.
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Chapter 4: Disappearance and Discussions
Written by: Ryker-Wolf
My tail drooped behind me as I stepped into the cafeteria. The line wasn’t long. I was able to get some warm food, meatloaf, and mashed potatoes.
I sat at my usual table next to Fynn, mumbling out a quiet, “hey.” I didn’t look at his expression, but my heightened senses told me he had become more concerned.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes searched my somber expression trying to find a source for my sour mood as my head rotated towards him slowly.
“They’re gone.”
“What’s gone?”
“You know who,” I replied flatly. His eyes widened slightly.
“Let’s talk outside, take your food to go.” He grabbed my large arm and practically dragged me and my tray of food towards the door. I was able to release myself long enough to put my food in to-go containers and place the dishes on the dish rack.
Fynn dragged me outside, into the cold February air and sat me next to him in the field. I resumed my eating.
“What happened?”
I swallowed a large mouthful of food before answering, “I was going to bring her some food, so I stopped at the rec kitchen and made some spaghetti.” I paused, recalling the empty room. “She wasn’t there. She wasn’t in the room. I couldn’t smell her, not even a sign that she had ever been in there.”
I took another bite of food. “What do you mean it was like she was never there?”
“She was taken.” My face started to curl downwards. “Someone ratted her out.” My snout scrunched up into a full-blown snarl. “She’s gone! We don’t know where she could be, let alone if she’s okay. Based on what she told me and Sebastian, Intramorph could have done something to her!”
There was a pause. Fynn reached an arm around me and squeezed. “Well, what would they do to her?”
My aggressive breathing simmered down with a deep breath. “At worst, they’d kill her.” I stared at my half-eaten food. “At best she’s in some kind of custody.” I stabbed at my meatloaf, roughly chewing and swallowing. “If anything, they’ll torture her, maybe even do sick experiments. We live in the heart of a genetic engineering facility after all.” I scooped up the last of my mashed potatoes and shoveled them into my maw.
Fynn’s paw rubbed at my shoulder. “So...she’s probably not dead! That’s something! If anything, she’s probably still in the facility somewhere, an isolated wing or something.” He sighed and stood up, “We can’t do much about finding her, given our status at the facility.” He gestured towards a distant security camera and nearby viewing window. “You can talk with Sebastian about what’s going on, but you can do that later.”
“Why’s that?” I replied grumpily.
“Because today’s the day we serve our time in garden jail.” A smile began to creep its way across his muzzle.
It evolved into a friendly smirk and I soon found myself smiling back. That pale wolf’s smiles are infectious! I stared into his eyes as he stands up, his athletic runner’s build stood tall above me. He reached down a paw and I grabbed it. My heart skipped a beat when our paws connected, an electric shock running through my body.
He grunts as he pulls me from my seat. My greater weight caused him to strain, but it only highlighted his musculature more, even through all the fur. His arms grew rigid as they slowly pulled me forward.
I lumbered forward, his smaller form becoming eclipsed by my own. Despite being nearly the same height, his snout slammed into the side of my neck. I could hardly feel it due to the padding of my fur.
I smiled, “thanks for the pick me up!”
I felt his ears twitch against me followed by a muffled “No prob!” He quickly removed his snout from my forest of fur, “Let’s get to the greenhouse!”
He quickly spun around and marched towards the greenhouse. My smile grew a little wider as I followed behind him.
We made our way to Brian’s office to check in with him. He pointed to the far corner of the greenhouse where a small clearing with workhorse tables all neatly assembled classroom-style with a series of items on each one.
Each station had a simple pot and saucer, followed by a container of potting soil and a packet of seeds.
Soon after we had found a spot to work at, Brian stepped into the main greenhouse area as a few other Beast-folk came in, most of which happened to be wolves. Once everyone had found a spot, Brian’s lesson began.
“You’re all here because you ruined, broke, and/or pushed my buttons a little too much.” He glanced at the wide amount of wolves. “You mutts can’t resist messing with my greenhouse and ruining my precious plants, huh?” He scoffed, “Is that doggy DNA too strong for yah? Can’t resist the pull of good ol' fashioned dirt and soil?”
He paced in front of our detention-like class, “You’ll all be pleased to know that you get to play in the dirt all over again!” He let out a hearty laugh. I caught glimpses of a few wolves’ tails slowly swishing behind them. Brian’s bullish snout remained plastered with a wide grin. “I want you all to plant these seeds.” He produced a packet of seeds from one of the pockets on his overalls.
I looked down at my workhorse station and picked up an identical packet of seeds: Intramorph Beastly: Broad Beans. “I’m pretty sure most of you remember how the basics of planting something work, so I’ll keep it brief. Make sure you fill up your pots with soil and bury the seeds near the surface. When you’re done, head to the rainwater tap and give those seeds something they could really use.” Brian gestured to a small rain shower head over a basin sink.
“I expect you all to continue caring for these plants, maybe even eating the beans once they’ve grown to maturity.” He surveyed his class. “Begin.”
“Our small class began their task. Many were taking their time, almost reveling in the child-like bliss of playing in the dirt.
Fynn turned towards me as he poured out the soil into his pot. “Y’know, now that we’re official. We need to have a first date!” His playful smirk re-emerged on his snout.
I returned a small smile, “what did you have in mind?”
His smile widened, “Well, I enjoyed baking with you, so I want to make some more cookies, but what I really want to do is to take you to the dance on the 28th!”
“I’m not a great dancer,” I replied as I scooped out a hole for the seeds.
“You don’t have to be! It’s a casual dance we can go to. You just have to know the beat and follow my lead!” He winked at me. I could feel my cheeks flush under my fur.
My smile grows wider, “It’s a date! Am I getting picked up or should I meet you there?” I leaned in as my smile shifted into a smirk.
“Well, I should be the courteous one.” He winked at me. “I’ll pick you up at your place around five or so. We’ll do some cooking together, eat dinner, and go to the dance!” He turned towards me fully, his smile sparkling in the warm light of the greenhouse.
“How do I know we won’t get lost?” I replied, stifling a fit of giggles. “Should I pull up some directions?”
Fynn pulled something out of his shirt from below the collar. He hid it from view, but the chain gave it away as a necklace of some kind. His paw opened slowly, revealing an iron compass with brass inlays for the cardinal directions among other, more stylistic, designs. I peered into the compass, only to find a little red needle pointing at me towards the north.
“I’ve got this!” He flipped the compass over. Engraved on the underside read: The heart, whether in pain or love, will always point to your true North. I smiled as he let it rest against his chest.
It didn’t take us long to finish planting our seeds from there. We both walked up to Brian and presented our finished projects. He carefully inspected the small mounds that held the seeds and felt the damp soil with his fingers.
After what felt like an eternity, he huffed, “good work you two. I expect you to be more careful with these than you were with the plants in my office.”
We both nodded in affirmation. He gave a quick thumbs up and herded us towards the exit. “Now, get those to your rooms by the window sills. I don’t want to have more precious food wasted.”
We nod again and quickly return inside to the main complex of Homestead. Fynn and I share a quick goodbye and split up to put away our new plants and get some free time before dinner.
I pulled up my laptop and wrote a quick personal journal. Although quick would have been an understatement, my large claws made it difficult to type accurately on the keys, ultimately resorting to the age-old hunt and peck method.
It’s hard to believe I’ve already finished my transition! Despite that, I still have moments where I feel like a stranger in my own body. I’m not entirely used to my new body and how it moves.
Even still, I look great. I daresay even handsome! It must be true since I already have a boyfriend! We got to set a plan for our first proper date too! I’m a little nervous about dancing, especially with such a large, heavy tail behind me.
…
Things are strange at Intramorph. Their control over genetics is far more refined than I expected, not just because of my full body transformation, but also plant life. It seems that they’ve designed entire new subspecies of plants that will grow larger just to accommodate the appetites of Beast-folk like me.
It kind of scares me how much genetic control they have. I mean, how much can they change? Will they one day have the ability to straight-up rewrite someone’s personality from the ground up? What about clone replicas. They already have some form of accelerated growth mixture given my quick transition compared to the gen 1 subjects.
From everything around me recently, my instincts tell me that Intramorph is more than they seem, even more than what some of the staff even believe Intramorph is.
I closed my laptop and checked the time on my watch: 6:02 PM. As if on queue, my stomach growled in hunger. I got up from the desk and stretched out wide. I let out a wide yawn with a quiet whine in my voice as I padded over towards the door. I quickly made my way down to the cafeteria where I waved to my wolven friends before getting my food and plopping myself down next to Sebastian.
In a hushed voice, I leaned in close to Sebastian’s scaly hide. “We have a problem.”
He took a bite from his food. “I know. Julia’s missing.”
“I tried to find a trail, but the entire room has been wiped clean.” I sighed, “Fynn thinks that she’s still in the building, under some kind of detention.”
“Right, she’s probably going to be genetically altered against her will. Especially after she told us about Intramorph’s plans for its staff.”
I swallowed some of my food, “What should we do then?”
“We should talk to Mathew. He and Douglas were the last ones who probably would have seen her.”
“Alright, let’s talk to Mathew together on Saturday. I won’t be around much tomorrow, since I have to go over to the sister facility for P.T.” Sebastian nodded.
“Saturday it is then.” We continued eating dinner, chatting idly until we had finished our food. We quickly said goodnight and returned to our rooms. Today had left me feeling more tired than usual. I shrugged out of my clothes and flopped into bed.
Before I could fall asleep, my phone pinged with a new text message. It was from mom.
How’s my son doing?
Feeling homesick yet?
No, just tired.
Got some new clothes the other day though.
Can I see? :)
Nah, I’m still under the whole confidentiality thing.
I understand. Well, have a good night, Ryker!
I love you pumpkin!
I set the phone back on my desk, letting my tired arm droop to the floor as I fall asleep.
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