Vicky
As the vixen padded further into the room, her senses attuned to every sound and scent, a gentle voice echoed over the speakers. "Welcome, Vicky."
The vixen paused, her ears twitching as she registered the sound. The voice was soothing and melodic, but it took her a moment to process the words. "Welcome, Vicky," it repeated.
Confusion washed over her. Vicky? Who was Vicky? She shook her head, her instincts urging her to move forward. "My name is Daniel," she thought, the words forming clearly in her mind.
But as soon as she thought it, the voice over the speaker repeated, "Welcome, Vicky."
Frustration welled up within her, a mixture of confusion and disbelief. She couldn't understand why the voice insisted on calling her by a name that wasn't hers. "No," she thought again, her determination clear. "My name is Daniel."
The voice repeated the greeting, undeterred. "Welcome, Vicky."
The vixen let out a frustrated huff, her new vocal cords producing a sound that was foreign to her. She tried to communicate her thoughts, to make the voice understand, but it seemed futile. The repetition continued, as if the very fabric of reality insisted on calling her Vicky.
As the moments passed, the vixen's frustration gave way to a mix of resignation and curiosity. She realized that this was likely tied to the strange world she had entered, the world of the facility and the transformation she had undergone. Perhaps there was a reason behind the insistence on the name Vicky.
With a sigh, she decided to go along with it for now. After all, she had far more pressing matters to deal with than the name she was called. She needed to understand her new body, her new senses, and the world she had become a part of.
As she explored the room, her paws padded softly against the floor, her tail swaying behind her in a rhythm that felt strangely natural. She found herself drawn to the monitors and equipment, her instincts telling her that there was information to be gleaned from them.
The symbols on the monitors seemed to make more sense to her now, the data flowing in a way that she could understand. It was as if her mind had expanded, her comprehension of the world around her deepening in ways that defied logic.
With each passing moment, the vixen—Vicky—felt a growing sense of connection to her new form. The vixen's instincts, her senses, and her thoughts had become intertwined, creating a tapestry of experience that was both thrilling and overwhelming.
As the voice over the speaker continued to repeat the greeting, Vicky decided to acknowledge it. "Fine, call me Vicky," she thought.
As Vicky's thought echoed, "Fine, call me Vicky," a curious sensation washed over her. It was as if a mental shift had occurred, a rearrangement of her thoughts and memories. In that moment, her former human name, Daniel, faded from her mind, leaving behind only a sense of familiarity and connection to the name Vicky.
As she explored the room, her paws padded softly against the floor, her tail swaying behind her in a rhythm that felt strangely natural. She found herself drawn to the monitors and equipment, her instincts telling her that there was information to be gleaned from them.
Written by - on 14 September 2023
The end (for now)