FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

[b][u][center]747’s Creation

For Bloodgod245

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Phillip, also known as Subject 747 in the Weyland-Yutani lab, knew that things were about to get much more complicated. He didn’t know how it was going to happen or just how much more complicated they were going to get, but he knew it was going to happen as soon as the white lab-coats came into his cell. One of them, a younger man that he hadn’t seen before, had a stunner in hand.

“On your feet.”

“Or what?”

“Or we’ll drag you out.”

“Wouldn’t suggest it.”

“I said –”

The tech stepped forward, and Phillip moved. A punch that turned into a grab as soon as he knocked the stunner from the tech’s hand, followed by a quick twist, and the new guy was slammed against the wall with the stunner pressed right against his temple. He shook as Phillip stroked the trigger.

“One pull, and you’ll have your brains scrambled. All that careful learning, all that information gone. You’d be a drooling idiot for the rest of your life. All because you thought this made you invincible.”

“P-please…”

“Uh-uh.”

He dragged the stunner across the technician’s head, smiling to himself. Oh, the fear…so lovely.

Click click.

The prisoner turned his head, finding three, much more lethal weapons pointed towards the back of his head, and two at his legs. Not wielded by techs, either, but by security.

[i]Heh…[/i]

He dropped the weapon, knowing it would go off as soon as it hit the ground. The technician let out a cut-off scream before hitting the ground, but he was already forgotten as the soldiers escorted him out.

After all, techs were replaceable. Subjects weren’t.

#

The main lab was staffed with robots, for a change, rather than the usual scientists. Metal arms stripped him and pinned him down to an experimental table, and Phillip grunted as he felt them tighten the restraints. He recognized the material, a sort of expanding metal that would grow around the subject rather than get brittle or restrain them too much.

[i]They’re expecting some sort of growth or expansion, then? Some sort of serum for making better soldiers?[/i]

It’d fit with the whole business model. Make colonists that were strong enough to survive rather than having to go through the whole ‘protecting them’ expenses. He shook his head as one of the robots wheeled over to him, holding a syringe in the end of its three digit hand.

“Anyone want to explain what’s going to be happening to me here?”

“[i]It’s nothing you need to worry about, Subject 747. It’s a means of expanding your capabilities for us.[/i]”

“You know, that doesn’t tell me anything.”

“[i]It’s not supposed to. Begin the test.[/i]”

The robot moved closer, and he saw the fluid inside. It was a strange sort of liquid, some sort of yellow-green color that seemed to hiss as it came out of the tip. The fact that it was steaming as the first drop came free with the rest of the air in the syringe wasn’t encouraging, nor was the fact that it burned as soon as it touched his skin.

Then the needle was in his arm, and the pain [i]really[/i] started.

Phillip opened his mouth in a scream, throwing his back against the table as he tried to pull away, but the restraints were too strong. It was like acid in his veins, burning through his skin and rushing through his body. Like fire, it felt like it was consuming him, and as he looked down at his arm, he could already see it glowing through his veins, almost lighting him up from inside.

“[i]New DNA serum is affecting the subject in painful way. Pain threshold still 40% off. Increase the dose.[/i]”

“Mother…fuckers…”

He gritted his teeth as the next needle pressed into his other arm, but it wasn’t enough to hold back the scream. He threw himself from side to side at the sheer burning pain that ran from his head to his toes, his body lighting up with the sickly yellow injections.

As it continued, he saw that it wasn’t the only thing happening. As the yellow faded, he saw black taking its place, almost looking like his veins were burning to ash and collapsing on themselves. But rather than bleeding out, or leaving him weak, he felt like he was getting…stronger.

Phillip panted as the black spread out across his arms, taking away the pale skin from before and leaving him blacker than ink, blacker than night. It got thicker and thicker, spreading down his arms to his hands, and as it hit his wrist, he screamed again.

“[i]Body deformation beginning. Pain increasing…[/i]”

[i]No fucking shit![/i] he thought, screaming as his fingers narrowed, then shot outwards, almost like they were doubling in length. He stared down at them as he kept on screaming, seeing the tips narrow like the points of a blade, and his skin…his skin looked like a charred briquette, gnarled and hard, and sharp, somehow.

It spread further, serrated edges popping out of the backs of his arms and scratching against the metal table. The blackness spread up his body, his arms thinning but somehow feeling stronger than ever, as if they were made of pure muscle and this new, strange carapace that was covering him from head to toe.

He felt it spreading up his neck, running down his chest. He couldn’t bend his head forward, suddenly, keeping him staring upwards.

Then…it hit his heart.

Pain like he’d never known slammed into him, his lungs emptying in a shriek of utter agony the likes of which he’d never imagined. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went blind for a while, blacking out.

No air.

No air.

A breath. A breath that didn’t matter.

He couldn’t see, but he could feel. He was…bigger. Heavier? No, just bigger, his muscle pulling him down, the expanding metal stretched around his body. He could feel it straining to contain him, feel something behind him that hadn’t been there before. Swishing back and forth between his legs. Something long, something narrow, something –

“[i]Subject is –[/i]”

He lashed out, instinctively. That new limb – a tail, he suddenly realized – slammed into the source of the noise. It crackled, going out, and he snarled. It felt…strange, like there was something in his mouth, something else besides his tongue and his teeth. He opened his mouth –

“Raawwwwwr!”

Snap, snap! Two sets of jaws snapped about, and he felt what it was. A second mouth in the first, smaller, but deadlier. Snapping out.

Why couldn’t he see?

Why didn’t it matter?

“[i]Subject is…changed. Further than expected. There’s a crest on his head! None of the others had that. Hans, what is that?”

“It’s…that’s a queen’s crest, but he’s not –”

“He’s obviously not a queen! Damn it, the sample must have been contaminated. Get down there, deal with –”[/i]

There was nothing to deal with. The words didn’t matter, but the tone did. Panic. Anger. Rage. Dismissal. They wanted him gone, like he’d never been.

He didn’t know what he was, but he knew that they weren’t going to succeed. He wouldn’t let them.

With a flex of his arms, he broke the metal. He heard the hiss of things melting, and leaped to his feet. Something was different. Bigger, taller. Balance was shifted, ground felt strange under bare, less sensitive feet. He whirled around, following the sounds of the things around him. His tail, his knife-like fingers, his snapping jaws. They all made short work of the robots around him, cutting them down and leaving them as if they had never been anything more than scrap metal.

It stung, though. His body hurt, sore. It wasn’t as strong as it could be. He was still…weak.

Something soft, fleshy slapped between his legs, and he heard the sound of those voices again.

“[i]It…it seems…aroused, sir.”

“I can see that! It’s bigger than my fucking arm! Someone kill that beast.”

“Security is on its way.”

“Activate containment protocols![/i]”

The alien, slowly starting to understand the words again, slowly smiled. Containment…they might have contained the human. But they would never contain something like him.

With a howl, he sliced a hand over his palm, and threw it to the floor. By the time the gas and electricity activated, he was gone, disappeared into the ground, and already rushing through the vents.

#

It took him three days. Three days to destroy all the labs, all the officers at the top of the base. Security had died on the first day. Scientists had died on the second. No males had been spared. All had been destroyed, either ripped apart, burnt down, or simply shredded before him.

The females…

He smiled as he paced in front of the door that they’d taken refuge behind. He’d killed one of them, but not like the males. She’d died on his cock, died when he’d fucked her too hard for her weak little body to take. Before he knew his own strength. Before he knew what he could do with them.

The alien leaned against the doorway. They weren’t going to be safe for long. He could hear them, feel them on the other side. They were hoping he wouldn’t be able to get through, but there were so many ways. Acid blood. Vents. Floor panels. Cutting the locks. Using explosives – he remembered that, vaguely – and many other ways.

Security was meant for humans. He was anything but.

His black, long fingers stroked his cock as he thought – [i]thought[/i] – of which method appealed to him most. A good dozen females, at least. A dozen to start a hive…

Even the fragment of his old self, the tiny piece that remained from what he was before the transformation to a king, didn’t hold him back. Whatever he had been – whoever he had been – didn’t have the morals to say that this was wrong. They’d done this. They deserved whatever he did to them now.

The King would have his day…and his way…with every single one of them.

[i]Cut the lock,[/i] he decided. That would show them how futile their hiding was.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]