I'm no Bitch!
Daniel reaches out to make his selection. Clearing his head of the unwanted fantasy of being a girl dog, he opts for the ‘Male’ option. One last button to press… ‘Confirm’. Is he really gonna go with the desires of the people who forced him into this?
Of course. He doesn’t have a choice. The very split second he confirms his selection, Daniel’s wrist is grabbed by a lightning-fast whip wrapping around his hand, holding it close to the screen. A mechanical arm swings out, jabbing a needle into his flesh painfully, making him yelp (much to his surprise) from the stab. He covers his mouth with his free hand as he is released, the needle emptied of it’s metallic grey payload and returned into the body of the machine that injected him.
The serum is fast acting. He feels bones cracking, though that much is thankfully painless, starting at his forearm where the needle punctured his skin. Fur sprouts, starting from the injection site and spreading rapidly like a time-lapse of a spreading fire, brown and black coating his body in mere seconds, in a wave just behind the sensations of his bones and joints reconfiguring themselves.
New joints in his legs form as his spine bends, forcing him to his hands and knees just in time to land on two shrinking paws, thumbs vanishing and his four fingers shortening into black-clawed toes, complete with pads under them and beneath what used to be his palms. His legs shorten to match, knees lifting off the ground as they begin to refuse to bend far enough to touch the tile underpaw, ears sliding up the side of his head and shifting to a triangular shape.
All of this is terrifying, accented by panicked cries that turn to howling as his larynx denies him human speech. But the scariest part is watching his nose push away from his face, just as his vision begins to dull, but as Daniel’s nose turns black at the end of his new muzzle he finds his sense of smell more than makes up for the reduced sight clarity.
“Hybridization complete.” chirps the machine, presenting Daniel with a mirror to study his new canine form with. A brown and black sheppy, no defining characteristics left to show anyone else that he is, in fact, Daniel, and no voice to tell them his name. He whimpers at his reflection, ears folding back seemingly on their own.
Written by DeadWolf on 19 February 2018
The end (for now)