Outfoxed
This is a short transformation story written in the Island of Dr. Moreau universe. A shorter piece of this story has was posted as part of a character contest submission for the island of dr. moreau roleplaying thread on Gaia online.
I would like to thank Pyke Darkewoulfe for proof reading and revising this story.
Basicly a guy into arctic fox, enjoy.
Tzell
-= Outfoxed =-
The first thing Adam noticed in his drugged state was the air. After being held in that small basement cell for what seemed to be more than a few good weeks, he pretty much could tell the difference by scent alone. Unlike his previous accommodation which Adam grew to- intimately- know by the stench of dense moss, this room smelled clean, a bit too clean actually, sterile.
Adam groaned, still unable to open his eyes as the tranquilizer was wearing off. He was on the floor, he could tell that much, but how'd we get there? In his half-dazed state, his mind was playing tricks on him, screening the events of the last few minutes prior to his blackout in his head. His thoughts were interrupted as the rusty cell door creaked open.
Adam immediately leapt up from the cell floor and almost dropped the sharp piece of fang which he used to dig through the floor with.
Stuffing the big fang back in his pocket, he turned to watch his visitors.
After being alone for such a long time he was actually glad to have some company, but then he realized it wasn't the usual guard who kept sliding that awful bowl of what seemed to be food through the cell door every few days. His new visitor was dressed differently.
It was a man dressed in hospital uniforms, which made him look like some kind of male nurse actually. Two other tall strong men, who seemed to be the guards, followed in.
Adam's heart started pounding, he knew something was wrong.
"Good morning gentlemen, are we having a... physical checkup today? I didn't know...!" Adam said and laughed nervously, taking a step back, but his back soon came to meet the iron wall of his cage.
"Its evening you lowlife scum. Save it, you won't be able to talk your way out of this one." The taller -and Adam thought uglier- guard barked out.
'Nice guy' Adam thought. That's right, he had no way of knowing the time of day since there were no windows inside the basement cellblock.
The lab assistant smiled and adjusted his glasses, then took out a large syringe and tapped it, squirting some liquid out to remove any air bubbles. Adam's eyes snapped wide open and he was just about ready to climb up the cage like a scared cat, but then another guard, who he had not seen, reached a strong hairy arm through the bars and wrapped it around Adam's neck to keep him steady. Adam cried out and started wriggling, but soon the other pair of guards pounced him. One grabbing his arms, the other taking hold of his legs.
Adam whimpered and tried to wriggle the best he can, but without much use.
Through shallow quick breaths he whispered out to the assistant, "You don't... talk much... do you?" He then swallowed, clearly scared out of his mind. He was always frightened of sharp pointy things directed his way.
The assistant chuckled quietly and tapped a few times on Adams restrained arm, finding the vein, "The doctor will see you now." he said and pricked Adam's arm with the needle, causing him to whimper out. Adam tried to struggle for another few seconds, but now he was starting to get woozy, his strength fading quickly. The assistant's pleased face started to blur. Adam tried to speak but all that came out was a slur of incoherent words. Then everything turned black.
Adam's mind started to clear. He was back in this new room once again. This time his eyes did agree to open slowly, making him see a white blur. The clean sterile scent did not leave room for mistakes about his new location- it was a lab.
Groaning Adam took a deep breath. He was sitting in a white plastic chair that was screwed tightly to the floor, facing the room entrance. As Adam looked around groggily he realized, the entire room was transparent.
"Wake-ey wake-ey eggs and bake-ey" A voice called out in a demented singsong-like tune, causing Adam's mind to snap out of its haze for a second, "W... who's there?" Adam whined and coughed out. A knock on the plastic wall gave his position. Diverting his gaze back the front again, Adam managed to spot a blurry figure standing on the other side of the plastic pod.
The voice spoke again, "Oh don't worry, the tranquilizer will wear off in a minute or two. I apologize for having to bring you in this way. I would have shown you the way to my private lab, but as you already know Mr. Keller, you're not very good at... keeping secrets." The man's wrinkled lips stretched into a smug grin.
Squinting close Adam was able to focus his gaze, realizing he'd seen that face before.
The red-haired, middle-aged man wore a long white labcoat. "Nicholas... Moreau..." Adam slurred out and shuddered. It was cold... so cold. The air conditioning in this place must've been topped to max for hours over hours. And not only that, Adam realized he was stripped down to his underwear, no wonder he was shuddering.
The red-haired maniac approached the plastic pod and smiled, knocking on the transparent wall again. He then pressed a finger to a tiny green button on the wall. A click was heard coming from the pod door and it sprang open. Moreau stepped inside and crossed his arms, smiling as he looked down on his sitting prisoner.
"Good boy, I see you remember my name. After all, you should at least show some courtesy to the man who runs the organization from which you try to STEAL!" Moreau's face turned stern and angry, but a second later he broke in demented laughter. Adam raised a brow and thought, 'Man... is he a total nutcase or what... I mean, I've heard stories but...' Moreau's voice broke Adam's trail of thought, "And its Doctor Moreau for you, Doc-TOR!" Moreau paused and took a deep breath, "Please, remain seated."
Adam blinked and tried to stand up, but needless to say he didn't manage to get very far.
Being yanked back into position, he looked down and spotted a pair of heavy metal cuffs attached to his wrists that kept his arms tied behind his back and to the chair.
The weird thing was the cuffs didn't seem to have any kind of keyhole.
A flashing tiny dot of red light coming from above grabbed Adam's attention. Looking up he saw a large video camera bolted to the upper side of the wall, pointing directly at him. The camera was incased in yet another plastic cube, probably to keep any harm from coming its way.
Adam's heart started racing again, but he tried his best to look calm. He knew he was in big trouble, after all the doctor wouldn't have gone through the trouble of fishing him out of his cell like that and bringing him over to the 'private' lab for nothing. Tiny beads of sweat gave him up though.
Adam tried to open his mouth and speak, but he only managed to let out a faint groan before being interrupted by the doctor, whose finger sprang up, touching Adam's nose "Shush! I didn't bring you here to talk! I brought you here to..." Moreau's finger then moved about and touched Adams ear, "I brought you here to - listennn".
Adam squirmed in his bonds but didn't say anything, even though he really did feel like answering the arrogant, insane prick, but he knew better.
Still smiling smugly, Moreau reached a hand down his pocket and took out what seemed to be a shard of bright, white fang. Almost shoving the pointy piece up Adam's nose he asked "Recognize this?" Adam knew it was a rhetorical question, but he turned to the only resort he knew in situations like this - acting innocent.
"Uh... no, I'm sorry. What is tha..." He was abruptly interrupted by the impatient doctor, "Allow me to refresh your memory. It was found in your pocket when they brought you here. It's a fang, a very sharp fang at that. A very sharp fang YOU used, quite pathetically if I may add, to carve your way under my cell. Did you really think escaping would be that easy?"
Another innocent, somewhat sly, grin grew over Adam's face, "I've been... collecting." he knew he had no real excuse up his sleeve so he decided to try and get the spotlight off of his escaping attempt.
Moreau laughed and examined the fang closely, "Collecting hmm? It belonged to the last subject sharing your cell. I knew I was a bit too harsh on him." The doctor then gave off that same smug grin of his and stuffed the fang back in his pocket, "Funny, he was sitting right here in the exact same spot as you do now. Odd coincidence wouldn't you agree?"
Adam blinked. He was mostly confused and flustered by this point. Cocking a brow he blinked again. What did the doctor mean by that? Subject...? Was it an animal? Because certainly a fang this big could've never belonged to a guy. On the other hand though, how can an animal 'sit' in the same position as his? The only thing Adam could conclude was this - The 'subject' has lost a tooth, meaning he was either tortured or beaten to a pulp. Fear started creeping in, showing itself in Adam's confused gaze.
Seeing his confusion Moreau shook his head a little and ruffled Adam's hair, "Don't worry your little head about it, you'll find out soon enough". He then leaned back against the plastic wall and took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, reviewing it for a second. "I rather enjoyed your little confession note I must say." he smiled and leaned closer to Adam. "That's precisely why you're here."
Beads of cold sweat dripped down Adam's forehead. "You see, we're very much alike you and I, we're both thieves in a sense. The only difference is that I know what I can -and cannot- steal. A fierce team of lawyers and a private army help too."
Adam's eye twitched nervously. Moreau was jabbing a sensitive nerve there. "No, the only difference between me and you is that I'm not a rich spoiled psychopa..!" He then gulped and sank down his chair a bit, remembering he's the one with his hands cuffed behind his back!
Doctor Moreau cocked a brow for a second and broke into laughter again. "And like me, you're very feisty, and hard to tame. But worry not my little thief. I've tamed nature itself, so you won't pose a problem." Moreau then stretched and cracked his wrists, before crossing his arms back, "Now, have you got anything to say before we... proceed?"
Another bead of sweat lingered down Adam's cheek, his mind started rushing back and forth, trying to come up with a plan to stall the doctor, to get out of there. After swallowing hard Adam looked up the doctor and smiled innocently again, "My back itches and I need to pee... heee!" And the truth was he wasn't even lying!
The doctor broke into laughter once more, "You're funny, not too bright though." he patted Adam's head again. "Nice try." the doctor said and turned, walking out of the plastic cubicle.
Adam shook his head and called out, "Wait a minute! We can work this out I know we ca..." The door then shut back into closing position with a loud click, leaving Adam's distressed pleas mute. Moreau then pressed the intercom button again, "Oh, and don't worry about the itch in your back. You'll have a nastier itch to deal with soon." The large black camera inside Adam's cell turned from side to side for a second, then focused back on Adam. Looking up at the camera Adam knew that whatever they had planned for him, it was going to happen very soon. Whistling, the doctor adjusted his glasses again and picked up a small square remote with a few large buttons, then pointed it at the cubicle and pressed the uppermost button.
Adam heard a click, then another and another, looking around franticly he tried to spot the source of the disturbing sounds. His eyes opened wide as he saw a small hatch being opened at the ceiling, then another, and another. One by one dozens of venting hatches sprouted on the ceiling. The clicking sound stopped. Adam looked up at the vents, still trying to convince himself that perhaps he's just a bit too paranoid. 'I bet they're just... oxygen vents!' he thought to himself. Was he really that naïve? Or was he trying to fool himself?
Adam heard another click, a much louder one this time. Then what seemed to sound like a huge fan starting to turn, slowly at first, but then it paced up faster, and faster. Adam could not see the 'fan' but he could certainly feel the wind coming from the ceiling, making him shudder and wince a bit. Then something else was starting to filter into the room, a cloud of some sort of purple gas.
Adam's heart started racing fast, beads of cold sweat lingering down his face as he cried out and tried wriggling out of his bonds. His chair was bolted to the floor and his hands were cuffed behind his back and around the chair, he wasn't going anywhere.
Adam started panting fast, but then realized it was the worst thing he could do at this moment, so he took a deep breath and held it, mind racing as he tried to think of a way out.
The amused doctor adjusted his glasses and took out a large stopwatch. He then clicked the button and the numbers started racing, almost as fast as Adam's scared heartbeats. Moreau once more pressed the intercom, "If I wanted you dead you wouldn't be sitting here Adam. So rest assured the gas won't kill you. Besides, you'll have to draw breath sooner or later." A sadistic grin spread across the wrinkled face.
Adam shook his head, a tear lingering down the corner of his eye. He knew the doctor was right. His heart throbbed as his lunges called out for air. Then after about a minute his body's automatic survival instincts kicked in, causing him to gasp loudly and breath in. His eyes rolled a bit as he felt dizzy, panting hard. He realized he had no trouble breathing in the gas, it just left a somewhat sweet flavor down his throat.
Still catching his breath Adam looked into Moreau's eyes. It almost seemed like the doctor was waiting for something to happen. Moreau was right though, Adam no longer cared about the itchy sensation in his back. Actually, it seemed to be spreading now, causing him to wriggle some more, as he tried to scratch the itchiness with the back of the chair. Then another thing happened, a sharp jolt of pain in his mouth caused Adam to twitch and groan loudly. It almost felt like having a cavity filled without sedatives, like someone was drilling down his teeth. Adam winced gritting his teeth, but he was too distracted by the pain to actually notice his fangs were growing out, both his upper and lower pair pushing out. Moreau smiled and nodded to himself, glancing down over at the stopwatch, then back at his subject. The pain has subsided now, leaving Adam's jaw somewhat numb, but he was still itchy as hell, with a shiny new pair of fangs, which showed quite clearly as he panted.
Moreau smiled brightly and pressed the remote again, another click was heard as Adam's cuffs unlocked and dropped to the ground. The doctor then chuckled softly and took a seat, whispering to himself, "That's it little foxie, run along now.".
Adam groaned and quickly got off the chair, supporting himself against the plastic wall, feeling dizzy. The itchy sensation has gotten much worse now. Adam groaned and started scratching himself all over the arms, then cried out again as he felt another jolt of pain. Looking down he saw bloody marks where he scratched. Not fully realizing what's going on yet he looked down at his hands and gasped! His fingernails were black now. Not only that, they have already started growing out. He could see them sharpening, turning into deadly claws in front of his very eyes. Adam brought his sharp clawed hands up shakily, looking at the palms of his hands he realized the skin over there looked darker as well.
Adam raised his shocked gaze up to meet the doctor's. His jaw dropped wide open in shock, showing his new sharp bright fangs clearly. Moreau chuckled softly and stood back up, walking over to the intercom he pressed the button again, "You must be wondering what's happening to you. Allow me to explain." The doctor then bent down and picked up a small purple box with the number '707' carved into it. Adam's eyes snapped wide open again, "Yes" the doctor added, "I knew you'd recognize this. You tried stealing my most precious substance - Seven-o-seven. We're still experimenting on this one since its quite unstable, but horribly fast as you can see." Adam just stood there, shocked, was he being gassed with the very same thing he tried to steal? He had no idea what it did but only that it was worth a fortune, and now he was starting to understand why.
Moreau chuckled softly and adjusted his glasses once again, "I was kind enough to mix in a mild sedative gas so you won't faint from the pain of having every single bone in your body break and change over such a short period of time, but you WILL feel it, rest assured." The doctor then pointed at a large mirror standing behind Adam's chair. "You won't miss anything" he then broke into another frenzy of manic laughter.
Adam's now golden eyes turned to look at the mirror, walking over he stood in front of it, mouth agape. His nose twitched a little as it was starting to grow black at the tip. Bringing a clawed hand he pulled his darkening lip to the side, to take a better look at his sharp fangs, "Oh... no..." he shook his head, then realized his ears were pointy as well. Touching an ear with a claw he gasped as it twitched, "Oh no... nono..." Bright white streaks of fuzz have started to grow over Adam's black hair. Another tear lingered down the corner of his eye, he shook his head "Please... please... stop it..." he then turned back to face the doctor and started yelling, begging. "Please don't!" he rushed over to the doctor and pressed both clawed hands against the plastic, trying to reach out to Doctor Moreau, like a dog begging to be let out, crying. "Please let me out! I don't want this! LET ME OUT!!" On the doctor's side of the wall Adam's cries were completely silent. Large black pawpads could be easily seen along with some white hair which started growing on his palms as Adam pressed his hands to the plastic wall.
The doctor found the whole show quite amusing. He chuckled and pressed his palms against the plastic too, "My hands are bigger" he smirked.
Adam started groping the plastic wall around, praying to god there was a way out. Whining, he started running around the small cubicle, touching every inch of the wall, hoping to find a weak spot. He didn't really notice but he was sniffing the wall as well, black nose twitching on its own as, leaving a moist trail. As he was circling around scared and panting, another set of black claws grew out of his feet. White hair had started growing on the back of Adam's hands, the same pattern already sprouting on his feet too. His search didn't come up very well, all he managed to do is leave a few claw marks in the plastic.
Adam clawed to the doctor at the other end of wall again and whined. The itching sensation grew much worse now. He didn't have much of a choice but leave red claw marks as he scratched his chest and arms, grunting in pain. The marks weren't so visible after a minute or so, since the white pelt that started growing all over Adam's body a few minutes ago has gotten much thicker. He wasn't as cold now, but the last thing he cared about at that moment was the weather.
Adam actually yelped as his knees started to crackle, bending into new position. Being thrown off balance he dropped to his hands and knees, panting hard. Two white fuzzed deformed hands with sharp black claws met his gaze as he stayed there on his hands and knees. He looked up at the smiling doctor with a pair of bright yellow eyes with slitted black pupils.
Moreau smiled down at the deformed white fox man. Nodding he pressed the intercom again, "Can you remember your name, foxie?" Adam grunted and brought one pawlike hand to his head. He was feeling dizzy, almost like someone stuffed cotton in his skull. Letting out another soft whimper Adam could not recall his name, or perhaps it was what the redhead guy told him, "fohrrh..xie..?" he then yelped again as his jaw started pushing out of his face. Shuddering all over his tailbone started pushing out of his back, peeking out of what was left of his underwear. As the skinny appendage kept growing, the same white fuzz started coating its tip, slowly growing more and more fuzzy. After about 3 minutes Adam had a fluffy foxy tail curled down between his legs.
Adam collapsed to the floor as his stomach started cramping, causing his to cough out some blood as he was changing from the inside as well. His whole body was now a mass of crackling bones and twitching changing muscles. He couldn't do much but whimper and yelp as the last painful changes took place.
The arctic fox man let his head drop to the cold lab floor, tongue lulling out from exhaustion. On the other side of the wall, the smiling doctor took out a pen and started scribbling down, "Alopex Lagopus transformation, complete".