{"sf1_id":327501,"sf2_id":"q1xbG92m","title":"Creation of Furries Ch. 2","author":"Serge Aaronson","words":1039,"posted_at":"2012-01-18T00:51:00.000Z","tags":["Creation of Furries","Human","Wolf","deception","furry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/327501-creation-of-furries-ch-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xbG92m","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=327501\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Well, here we have the continued experience of Damien Carter. I'm liking how easily I can write this story. Expect more!","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What the fuck?!\" I threw the mirror. I looked over my hands, in a panic. My eyes dropped to my body, covered in fur. All fur.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThen, my claws shot out. I, had, CLAWS!!! I shook my hands, trying to get the claws to go back in, freaking out. I stumbled off the bed, crashing onto the floor.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSharp ran over, but I threw him off. I could feel my spine shift, taking me into a feral state. My senses were out of control. I could smell the different medicines, my own sweat, and perfume...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy ears perked, as I heard scared breaths, and slow footsteps. I quickly turned, lashing out at the nurse sneaking up behind me. \"Stay away from me!!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI ran on all fours, sprinting to get out of the door, needing to get out. I had to get out. Sharp did this!! He had to have! He was the one who wanted me to fix it!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI dodged past several freaked scientists, before breaking through a pair of double doors. I shifted, back on my own two feet, and jumped towards a hatch on the ceiling. I landed on the roof, and howled to the moon.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI screamed my feelings, letting out my anger. Then, I sang my song, breaking my sadness. Finally, I howled with a full sense of acceptance.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI fell to my knees, panting. This felt so strange, but, that sprint, the shifting, and the howl...It felt so right.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Damien? I-Is that you?\" I frowned, surprised I hadn't sensed the person when I had first came up here. I turned, and became breathless. It was Veronica.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe looked like she had been crying. I faced her, giving a light smile. \"Hey...\" She seemed surprised I could talk. But, she just sighed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Why? Why couldn't you have just went with me? Why'd you do it?\" She wasn't asking those questions. She was wishing they were true.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I...\" I couldn't find anything to say. I reached my hand over, but she pushed it aside. My heart ached, wishing for the determined scientist and the assistant.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer composure was broken. She was no longer the woman she was. What happened to me....It broke her. \"Damien. I'm sorry...This is goodbye. I'm leaving. I just...I can't deal with this anymore...\" Tears streamed down her face, and she just kept shaking her head. She walked away, breaking my composure.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI couldn't believe it...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe's gone...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stared up at the moon, looking for answers, but of course, that pale face provided none. Nothing was the same. My life may as well have been over...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n----\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Get up.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI groaned, holding my forehead. That night had been a blur, but I seemed to have ended up in a hotel room, surrounded by empty bottles.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA bottle pelted my head, causing me to growl. \"I said, get up!\" I shook myself, getting all the bottles away from me. I slowly sat up, and tensed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSharp stood there, frowning. I let out a short growl, slowly standing up. My world spun around me. I definitely drank too much last night. Or maybe it was the bottle. Ah, ah, ah, thinking hurts...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Get yourself some clothes, clean yourself up, and get outside.\" I rolled my eyes, as he walked out. I looked down, to make sure I wasn't naked. Huh. A pair of pink panties... How did that get there?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI checked around, looking for my boxers, but they were nowhere to be found. Great. I slid on my pants, and looked around. The only thing was the top part of a suit, a tie, and a trench coat. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to think of all the things I did last night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI looked at myself in the mirror, smiling. I wouldn't have to shave as often. I won't miss that. I kept splashing water in my face, until looking half presentable.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy tie was tightened, and I was out the door. I froze, looking around. About a hundred people were knocked out, littering the hallway. Heh. Some night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n----\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Alright, Sharp. What do you want?\" He jumped, probably not expecting me down so soon. Sharp turned, and sighed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Let's go to the va-\" I slammed my hand on his chest, knocking the breath out of him. I loved my new strength.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No. You've got about five nurses in there, wanting to inject me, and probably a few government officers wanting to cut me open. It isn't happening. We're taking the bus.\" He was certainly surprised.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSharp sighed, and motioned for me to follow. I looked up, and shook my head. My boxers currently decorated the chandelier. Yep. Some night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe stepped onto the bus, and I sat down, quickly unsheathing my claws in his face. \"Start talking. I want to know everything.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe looked at me, obviously annoyed by me. \"Fine. That box was a piece of alien technology. We had already gotten a body, but we couldn't believe it. A humanoid tiger. It was unbelievable. Then, when I saw you as a wolf, that shocked me further.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWell, I'm currently safeguarding the box. I don't want it to be the government's. Sure, we teamed up for the alien, but I found that box myself. They'll get it over my de-\" I growled, letting my claws come out farther. \"R-Right. Anyway, we found that the machine turns someone into these creatures, and what animal they turn into, is based on their personality, wants, fears, goals, etc... But, yeah. You're a wolf.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI unsheathed my claws. I shook my head, and put it in my hands. This was too much to take in. \"You're not doing tests on me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Wouldn't dream of it.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Liar.\" I glared at him. I slowly turned, seeing everyone staring at them. \"Yes! I'm real!\" My hand flew up, and yanked on the brake.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt came to a stop, and I jumped off. I tightened my tie, and disappeared into the crowd. I, will not stand for this.\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/325628-the-creation-of-furries-ch-1.json"}