Awakening the Demon
This story was a request from my biggest fan. It's taken awhile, but I'm glad it's finally done.
"I'm the one who found the damn thing." stated Clarence, "I should be the first person to read what it says!"
"Alright," said Laurel, "you can come in, but don't touch anything."
They had set up a powerful computer in one of the smaller labs. The ancient slab of text that Clarence brought in from one of her archaeology digs sat on the table besides a few computers. If anything was going to translate the slabs' many complicated characters, it was the power of all the computers they had to bring in.
Clarence was a taller red fox. She stood above most with her digitigrade paws. She had long sultry legs kept inside a pair of olive khakis. Her slim torso and perky bosom were kept inside a white tank top. And upon that was a white lab coat that she was forced to wear to participate in the translation.
Laurel has a little bit of weight on him, common for someone at 34 years of age. The male gold-furred panther had a bulging belly at the front of him, seen through his grey sweater and white lab coat. On his legs he wore grey khakis ending at digitigrade paws.
The two walked into the lab where three workers were checking the computers they had set up on the table and the side wall. There were some monitors in the far corner that looked busy with information running up and down the screens.
"It's progressing nicely." said Ashe, "It should be done in a minute or two."
Ashe was a 28-year-old curvy lioness with a fair bosom and wide hips. She showed off her hips with a pair of tight blue jean capris, allowing people to look at the ankles of her digitigrade leonine paws. She wore a pink tube top, covered by a white lab coat. It was against regulation officially, but no one seemed to mind.
Clarence smiled, "I wonder what they say."
"That's unfortunate," said Laurel, "You're the only one."
Clarence scowled at Laurel.
Norman was on the other side of the room checking down the monitors. He turned around, "We should be ready in just a few seconds."
Norman was a 47-year-old Labrador dog. He lived up to his specie and was even taller than Clarence. His aging body was a little flabby but not wide. He, like the others had a white lab coat on, one over his red turtleneck. He kept his rotund butt within a pair of loose fitting blue jeans.
Clarence marched right up to the front of the table and looked at the tablet resting on the table, keeping the main display monitor in view. Eve came up beside her.
"This test should definitely work." Eve told Clarence quietly, "The software we had to lug in from Delsa is the best in the field."
Eve was a younger wolf in the group. She was 24 years of age, and a little bit shorter than the others. She didn't have as large of a chest as her two female coworkers, but had something. She had her token lab coat over top a baby blue blouse, and a pair of brown khakis.
"I hope it does." Clarence said, "It's been weeks since we brought this in. I've been waiting long enough."
"Not to mention resources." Laurel quipped.
"Alright." said Norman from the back, "I think we can turn it on now."
"Alright." said Laurel, "Let's gather around."
All five members walked up to the counter. From the left stood Ashe, Eve, Clarence, Laurel, and Norman. The dedicated hum of the computer was heard as the computer began translating the ancient text.
But suddenly, "Fools!"
All five of them were virtually paralyzed by the booming voice that suddenly quaked the room. Only the computer could be heard as the booming echo faded.
The voice continued, "You have blasphemed the laws of nature by trying to unlock the secrets of the Precursors. No mortals should ever be allowed such arcane knowledge."
The door was open, yet no noise could be heard down the hall.
"For your sins, you'll all face an eternity in oblivion!"
Just then, a lightning bolt came down and struck Laurel's body. All intelligence from the panther was struck from him. He began falling backwards, losing balance in his stance.
The other four were overridden with fear, yet they could not move.
A second bolt came down on Ashe. Ashe could feel a strong vicious energy ride through her body. However, she seemed okay as the tingling feeling vanished.
Eve was panicking, overwhelmed by the strangeness of the situation. Clarence was confident that she made a mistake bringing the tablet back.
A bolt then struck Norman. He, like Laurel, had his intelligence wiped with the bolt. Following in Laurel's footsteps, Norman lost his balance and fell backward.
Even dumbed down, Norman and Laurel were scared as hell, and in more ways than one. The other three were no different. Ashe, usually put together, was terrified. Clarence was scared too. Eve would have cried if she could.
And then a bolt came down onto Eve. She knew right away what was happening and terror quaked within her. She treasured the last few milliseconds of life she had.
But her intelligence never faded. She was free to be absolutely terrified of the chaos around her.
And a final bolt struck down Clarence. As the energy passed through her, she kept her intelligence. But all she could think about was if the equipment was okay.
Ashe looked around, "What the hell's going on?"
"Was that for real?" asked Clarence.
The other three were quiet. The two males were on the ground with clumsy arms wrapped around their legs. Both Laurel and Normal has ejected a load of fecal matter in their pants and were on their way to relieving their bladders. Both of them- letting out their bodily wastes, either out of fear or stupidity.
Eve, too, had shit her pants. A load of wolf fecal matter had found home in her white cotton panties. However, the shock of event had kept her from noticing such humiliation. She kept in her quaking thoughts as the smell of her own poop rose into the air.
Meanwhile, Clarence fiddled with the power switches behind the computers, "Come on, turn back on."
The weight of her head felt unusually large. She felt dizzy. She has just been struck by lightening... maybe. It was best to be happy to be alive.
Ashe took a brief look at the two males. Both of them were sitting on the ground with puddles of urine around their bodies, gathering around their feet and butts. She tried not to think of it. She could understand someone pissing himself if he was struck by lightening.
She chose to leave them alone and focus on saving any data they had, although the consequences were discouraging her a little bit.
Eve stood petrified, still tranced in horror by her run-in with the supernatural. She was having trouble coping, and every second pushed more stress onto her. Her heart was pounding and eventually her body couldn't handle it. Her bladder began to evacuate.
As she stood there, still, a wet spot burst on her brown pants between her legs. It fell down her pants legs slowly. It wasn't long before drips of urine were tinkling out the bottom of her left pant leg. The streams on her legs rode down the fabric.
Clarence's breathing got deeper and grunt-like. She whacked the side of the computer tower, "God damn it! I'm not losing this information."
Ashe was drooling at the mouth a bit. As she stood in front of the computers, she looked onto it completely still. She had forgotten what she was supposed to do but knew that she had to do something. What was it?
Eve was still frozen with fear. A small puddle had developed at her feet as her bladder stopped flowing. She hadn't noticed that she had unleashed a variety of her wastes all over herself, and her ability to notice was starting to wane as her mental faculties started to diminish.
The smell of anthro waste was heavy in the air. Slowly it journeyed into the hallways where many folks kept to their business unaware of the chaos in the lab.
Clarence looked at the still Ashe, "Come! Let's fix this!" She could barely get the words together. She, herself, was having trouble remember what exactly they were supposed to be getting worked up about- it was a complicated procedure after all.
Ashe didn't know what to say. She just looked at Clarence and frowned, growling a bit.
Eve couldn't stay a moment longer on her feet. She crouched down and stared at the floor while her mind spun with chaotic fear.
Clarence picked up a loose modem lying around and looked at it with a puzzled gaze, "What was problem?"
Ashe was having a tough time standing up. She turned her knees inward, standing on shaky legs, "Don't remember, but urgent."
Clarence tittered as she looked over at the two guys on the ground, "They peed the pants!"
Ashe smiled and sniffed into the air, "They poo, too!"
"Babies!" Clarence chirped, "Put in diapers..."
Ashe giggled with her deepening voice, "Hehehe, diapers..."
Eve began to crawl over to the two guys, not noticing when her hands landed in Laurel's urine.
Clarence then looked around the room, "Where's potty?"
As she turned and looked around, wetness birthed on her pants. It began riding down her legs.
Ashe began giggling quietly as she watched Clarence pee her pants. Clarence took a few uncertain steps as the urine dripped out from her pant leg. She didn't even attend to the feeling of warm droplets land on her feet.
Ashe let out a deep chuckle, "Muh, muh, muh... hmmmm..."
Clarence had two streams down her legs, and a small puddle underneath her shaky knees. She was barely keeping herself up, losing the ability to stand upright.
Ashe leaned down towards Clarence's crotch, getting down on her hands. She'd never walk on two legs again. She sniffed into the epicentre of Clarence's peed pants. Clarence giggled and looked down. She swatted playfully at Ashe, and Ashe backed away and sat on her ass.
It was then Ashe's turn. The lioness began relieving her bladder all over the floor. It expanded from the base of her butt and grew from there. All the while, Ashe had an expression of idle bliss.
Her bowels started releasing too. This lioness was letting everything out. Still peeing, logs of lionine feces began ejecting into her panties. Form started to take shape on the bottom of her wet pants.
The fear shared between Eve, Laurel, and Norman was slowly disappearing. The two males had caught on to Eve's lead and began thinking about mating. Eve was trying to climb up Laurel's back to get his attention. Laurel was getting horny- an erection was developing. Normal leaned over and nipped at Eve's sleeve.
Ashe was finished relieving her bowels. The feces had spread down and underneath her crotch. She walked up to the trio of horny beasts to join their blossoming orgy. Clarence kept back and began shitting herself much like Ashe did. But that's when the quintet of stupid animals were interrupted.
"Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!" screamed Dr. Lemen. The 36-year-old mongoose woman was horrified to see what disgusted act the Artifact team were engaged in. She fell down on her ass and tried sliding away. The eyes of intelligence-less beasts looked back into her.
The Sanford Mental Hospital had never a patient like Clarence. There was nothing physically wrong with her brain, but for some reason she never seemed to learn anything when put through any sort of tests.
An orderly, a young German Shepherd male, was tending to her diaper. Clarence could be rather behaved. She followed verbal commands.
"Lay down," commanded the orderly.
Clarence laid down. The vixen's breasts laid in the air. She was completely naked except for the dirtied diaper.
The orderly carefully took off the tape from the device and slid the diaper down her legs, revealing her wet vagina and dirty ass. The shit for her ass smeared the changing table. Good thing those things were easy to clean.
The diaper was plastered with feces and very soggy. Stained yellow. But the orderly was used of it. He pulled it off her footpaws and tossed it in the wastebin. He reached across Clarence for some wiped and brought them down to her crotch. He dug deep into her fur, circling around back and wiping away most of the fecal matter. He wasn't going to get in any trouble if he did a half-assed job.
Tossing the wipes away, he reached across and grabbed a diaper. He brought it to Clarence's feet and slid it up her body. As he sealed her privates with the tape, he got up from his seat.
"Alright, Clarence." said the orderly, "Let's get you back to the group."
Clarence slowly ascended from the table, still looking as empty as ever.
Clarence never got her smarts back. The Clarence- the famous archaeologist- was wiped from the Earth that fateful day her discovery team attempted to decipher those ancient texts. She spent the rest of her life in the care of that Sanford Mental Hospital.
The texts, however, were sealed away in a government warehouse. They weren't regarded as a threat- no one suspected they were the element that reduced that science team to beasts. The computers took the blame for that. After that, no one wanted the texts, so they were just tossed in an old warehouse.
Perhaps one day, some mortals may try again to decipher their words...