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Jackie could only cry as she sat in the car, her tears wetting the fur on her cheeks. She’d been certain as soon as she saw Seth, as soon as she’d heard him speak, that he had been untrustworthy. Turns out her obsession with watching him like a hawk had ultimately led them to lose him.
Of course Seth had been smart enough to misdirect anyone who attempted to follow. Of course he would’ve used deepfaking to make body doubles of him and Lucas.
And now Seth had Lucas, and Matt and Ashley. Her friends could be long gone now. Seth had gotten everything he wanted.
And now Jackie was alone. She felt that darkness drawing back in her, that hopelessness, that twisted up knot of depression and anxiety that had crippled her before she’d come to love Matt.
She cried harder. Matt.
He had helped her so much. He’d grown into a better person for her. He’d committed to stick with her, to support her.
Jackie had started to feel more confident in herself. She had stopped being ashamed that she was a furry. She’d started actually honestly showing others that she liked being an anthro. Despite how weird she knew she was, Matt had loved her anyway. WIth him, Jackie had started feeling like maybe there was hope in her future. She’d started looking forward to her new self.
She’d started looking forward to life. Life with Matt. Having a family… even if those kids had floppy ears and little tails.
That was gone now. She would never find someone who cared about her like Matt. She’d only been able to open up to him out of the sheer crushing hopelessness opening up her heart to him. She… she had seen who he truly was then. When despite all her fears to the contrary, she opened her heart, and rather than crushing it… he had comforted it.
Then the universe took it away. Whether the random cruelty of the world, or punishment from some vengeful God, Jackie just felt like she couldn’t take this horror she was living with. Her mind just couldn’t process that somehow, Seth had won.
Everyone in the car was silent as they drove. She did not know where they were driving to. Probably back to the lab.
In the silence… those scornful voices of her past filled the void. Those anxious voices that her time with Matt had stamped out… or so she thought. Her inner demons were still there. She had let herself believe that people could love her - the actual, bizarre person she was deep down.
But then… then a different inner voice came. She imagined Matt sitting right beside her.
Not that Matt who had complained about something during group activities, not that Matt that had seemed to her like a child… not human Matt. Dog Matt, with his blanket-like fur and warm brown eyes.
She imagined him next to her… holding her. Letting her know that it was going to be alright. She knew that if he was here, he would say that. What else would he say? - she thought.
Probably that she was stronger than this… that she had the will to overcome these fears. She would insist he was wrong. He wouldn’t fight her on that… he’d simply hold her tight, and then repeat the same… yes you can.
She paused in her sobbing, and wiped her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Hewitt asked.
“No,” Jackie wheezed. “But… but maybe I’ll be able to be okay… maybe someday.”
The car stopped. Everyone got out, Mrs. Hewitt needing to pull Jackie a bit to encourage her to move. They… they were not in the city anymore. They were out on some mountainside, on the edge of some woods. The sun was setting.
“That day,” Mrs. Hewitt said after they closed the car door, “is today.”
“What?” Jackie asked, wiping more tears.
Another car pulled up - Jackie recognized it from the Hewitt’s lab. Clive and some of the other people working with them got out.
Clive looked at Jackie with confusion.
“What’s her problem?” he asked.
“Damn it Clive,” Mrs. Hewitt said. “For all your smarts about this operation you sure don’t know basic people skills. You used this poor girl and didn’t even think that it would have an effect on her.”
“Whhaa… what?” Jackie sniffled.
“They bugged you,” Mrs. Hewitt said. “We don’t know how, but we knew that they’d get one of us. I pulled the bug off when you just got out of the car, and now a program is playing a fake generated conversation, just in case.”
“Why didn’t you tell me I was bugged??” Jackie exclaimed in a strained, but hushed tone.
“Because if Seth thought we were on to him,” Clive looked at his smart watch, “he never would’ve gone back to his base of operations. I hate to be rude… again, but you don’t strike me as a very good actor Jackie. And since Seth knows who we all are, I needed a real reaction out of you - the kind that’d satisfy Seth.”
“You’re a jackass,” Jackie spat at him. “But thank you for having a plan.”
“You can chew me out later,” Clive said. “Right now we’ve got a job to do.”
*****
My mind reeled from the horrific transformation that Melina had undergone as Ashley and I ran through the halls. It took some getting used to. I wasn’t used to running like this on all fours, and especially not on the smooth linoleum.
What had caused all that? I thought. I knew that being exposed to DNA with the virus active in it would lead to contracting it yourself - but that was supposed to take a while to actually cause changes, a week at least.
But this had not only been fast, but looked painful. What had Seth been doing to us? What did he want?
Despite being at a loss with what had happened, Ashley and I were at a loss with where to go. There were directional signs on the walls - but they were just barely too high to be difficult to read - add on to that they were old and faded, plus my brain was having a harder and harder time processing the information.
I gathered at least, that this seemed like some old remote building for a university, originally for some sort of field work - but perhaps Seth had bought it or something.
Eventually I got tired, and knew that we weren’t getting anywhere. I took a moment to stop, and when Ashley realized I wasn’t following, she skidded on the floor for a moment as though she were on ice. It would’ve been funny - if we hadn’t been horribly deformed by a mad scientist and were now trying to escape.
Ashley ran back to me. She panted. I stamped my paw twice. She looked at me with confusion. Oh no. My eyes became wide, and I stamped again, with more intention. Ashley shook her head and then stamped her paw likewise.
My anxiety was probably evident in my eyes. I was afraid that I had lost her. We were slipping… I could feel it. I only hoped that if we could escape, and get back to Dad, that maybe, he could try something crazy to get our minds to hold on… I felt a lingering sense of fear, that if our minds slipped from us, there would be no bringing them back.
I barked at Ashley, hoping she understood that I wanted a moment to think. I sat on my haunches, but she stayed alert, scanning the surrounding hallways branching off of the open area we were in.
To our right was a set of stairs. We’d already been upstairs. We knew that… that… gosh where had we already been through. I tried to form a mental image in my mind… but something that would’ve been relatively easy for me in the past… I just couldn’t do it. I felt tired. Really tired. I just wanted to lie down for a bit. I wanted someone to scratch an itch on my belly…
I was shocked out of my trance. A door being slammed open in the distance. Oow! I scrunched my ears against my head. It had been so loud! I wanted to hide.
Why did I want to hide? I asked myself. Seth. I didn’t like Seth. Seth was mean to us. Ashley ran towards the sound. I didn’t like the sound, but I followed her anyway.
And then someone stepped through the door. Someone that I knew.
****
Clive abruptly stopped after going through the door, his gun held cautiously in front of him.
“What the…”
Jackie pushed past him to see what he was looking at. She froze.
Two dogs, golden retrievers. One was a bit smaller than the other. They stared back at the group.
“No…,” Jackie shook her head, “no it… it can’t be….”
She ran up to the dogs as the others told her to stop. She ran to the larger dog, it smiled and barked at her, licking her face. She was distracted though. She reached for the collar around the dog’s neck, where there was a tag. A tag that said “Matt.”
To say that Jackie’s blood ran cold didn’t do it justice. She… she ceased to feel anything. It wasn’t until the others ran up to the dogs, and had the same realization, that she finally started to process what had happened.
My boyfriend has turned into a dog. He… he is no longer human.
Jackie’s numbness suddenly turned to frenzied alertness, every hair of fur on her seeming to stand up. She grabbed the fur on the dog’s neck, looking deep into the dog’s eyes. Canine eyes… though still with warm brown irises.
“Matt…,” Jackie began to sob. “Is… is that you?”
The dog’s expression changed from one of joy, to one of stoicism - an odd look for a dog. The dog nodded, in a very deliberate, intelligent way.
Jackie hugged Matt’s neck, while squeezing her crying eyes shut. She felt nothing, barely hearing Clive behind her, swearing to send Seth to hell for this.
A minute or two passed of Jackie and Mrs. Hewitt simply hugging Matt and Ashley. Jackie just couldn’t believe this was happening… she couldn’t believe Seth was capable of something so evil as stealing someone’s humanity away.
But no. Jackie could still see into Matt’s eyes. She could still see that he was a thinking person in there, in his mind.
“As shocking as this is,” Clive said, “we can’t afford to wait around. We need to get Lucas and then get out of this wretched place.”
****
I ran behind Clive, and beside Jackie as we made our way through the building. It filled me with anxiety that we were going back deeper into this place… but we needed to find my Dad.
Jackie glanced to me as we searched. I looked back at her longingly. I wished that I could tell her that I was alright. That it wasn’t so bad. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t say anything to her. I might never be able to truly speak to her again.
And so all I could do was wonder what she was thinking. Her boyfriend was now a dog. He had transformed into an animal. That kind of thing… it didn’t happen. It wasn’t something people were mentally able to process.
What I was sure of… was that if this was to be my fate, having the mind of a human but the body of a dog forever… it was over between Jackie and I. It wasn’t like I could be her boyfriend, when I was no longer a boy, but a dog. A horrific image of the future struck me, as I realized that she might take care of me… like a pet.
Would that be my life? Was I going to lay around a house, only going out into the world to go on a walk, or to a dog park… smelling the other dogs… maybe finding a treat in the trash or playing fetch…
No. I was letting my mind slip again. I needed to focus on Jackie. I was going to find a way back to being my normal self again - or at least, my anthro self. Then… no. I didn’t know if that was possible. I knew that changing in this direction was possible.
I was then hit with a different kind of horror - of Jackie choosing to give up her humanity, and becoming a dog. I timidly let in those thoughts. My parents taking care of me as their pet. Her mom doing the same for her. We’d play together, chasing each other. She’d still be my… I wanted her to…
Very, very unpleasant thoughts started to enter into my head. When I was able to force those canine instincts away, I felt weird ones coming from the human side of me.
What’s so weird about it? Humans get together and have kids. Didn’t you already want to marry Jackie someday?
I pushed it aside. No. It was not the same. It was… feral. Animalistic. Immoral.
But Jackie smelled really good… I was technically a dog, so would it really be…
I pushed it out. I had to maintain a constant battle to fight that away.
I just wanted to talk to her again. I wanted to hold her in my arms. I wanted to be able to comfort her when she was sad.
Soon focusing on those thoughts helped me calm. Those other thoughts, those canine instincts, they were not what I really wanted. What I really wanted was not the fun of playing fetch, the pleasure of just lounging around as a pet. I didn’t even want the passion of some human romances.
I wanted the warmth I had felt with Jackie. The feeling that when we were together, we could stand against the world.
And I held onto that feeling with all my might.
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Of course Seth had been smart enough to misdirect anyone who attempted to follow. Of course he would’ve used deepfaking to make body doubles of him and Lucas.
And now Seth had Lucas, and Matt and Ashley. Her friends could be long gone now. Seth had gotten everything he wanted.
And now Jackie was alone. She felt that darkness drawing back in her, that hopelessness, that twisted up knot of depression and anxiety that had crippled her before she’d come to love Matt.
She cried harder. Matt.
He had helped her so much. He’d grown into a better person for her. He’d committed to stick with her, to support her.
Jackie had started to feel more confident in herself. She had stopped being ashamed that she was a furry. She’d started actually honestly showing others that she liked being an anthro. Despite how weird she knew she was, Matt had loved her anyway. WIth him, Jackie had started feeling like maybe there was hope in her future. She’d started looking forward to her new self.
She’d started looking forward to life. Life with Matt. Having a family… even if those kids had floppy ears and little tails.
That was gone now. She would never find someone who cared about her like Matt. She’d only been able to open up to him out of the sheer crushing hopelessness opening up her heart to him. She… she had seen who he truly was then. When despite all her fears to the contrary, she opened her heart, and rather than crushing it… he had comforted it.
Then the universe took it away. Whether the random cruelty of the world, or punishment from some vengeful God, Jackie just felt like she couldn’t take this horror she was living with. Her mind just couldn’t process that somehow, Seth had won.
Everyone in the car was silent as they drove. She did not know where they were driving to. Probably back to the lab.
In the silence… those scornful voices of her past filled the void. Those anxious voices that her time with Matt had stamped out… or so she thought. Her inner demons were still there. She had let herself believe that people could love her - the actual, bizarre person she was deep down.
But then… then a different inner voice came. She imagined Matt sitting right beside her.
Not that Matt who had complained about something during group activities, not that Matt that had seemed to her like a child… not human Matt. Dog Matt, with his blanket-like fur and warm brown eyes.
She imagined him next to her… holding her. Letting her know that it was going to be alright. She knew that if he was here, he would say that. What else would he say? - she thought.
Probably that she was stronger than this… that she had the will to overcome these fears. She would insist he was wrong. He wouldn’t fight her on that… he’d simply hold her tight, and then repeat the same… yes you can.
She paused in her sobbing, and wiped her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Hewitt asked.
“No,” Jackie wheezed. “But… but maybe I’ll be able to be okay… maybe someday.”
The car stopped. Everyone got out, Mrs. Hewitt needing to pull Jackie a bit to encourage her to move. They… they were not in the city anymore. They were out on some mountainside, on the edge of some woods. The sun was setting.
“That day,” Mrs. Hewitt said after they closed the car door, “is today.”
“What?” Jackie asked, wiping more tears.
Another car pulled up - Jackie recognized it from the Hewitt’s lab. Clive and some of the other people working with them got out.
Clive looked at Jackie with confusion.
“What’s her problem?” he asked.
“Damn it Clive,” Mrs. Hewitt said. “For all your smarts about this operation you sure don’t know basic people skills. You used this poor girl and didn’t even think that it would have an effect on her.”
“Whhaa… what?” Jackie sniffled.
“They bugged you,” Mrs. Hewitt said. “We don’t know how, but we knew that they’d get one of us. I pulled the bug off when you just got out of the car, and now a program is playing a fake generated conversation, just in case.”
“Why didn’t you tell me I was bugged??” Jackie exclaimed in a strained, but hushed tone.
“Because if Seth thought we were on to him,” Clive looked at his smart watch, “he never would’ve gone back to his base of operations. I hate to be rude… again, but you don’t strike me as a very good actor Jackie. And since Seth knows who we all are, I needed a real reaction out of you - the kind that’d satisfy Seth.”
“You’re a jackass,” Jackie spat at him. “But thank you for having a plan.”
“You can chew me out later,” Clive said. “Right now we’ve got a job to do.”
*****
My mind reeled from the horrific transformation that Melina had undergone as Ashley and I ran through the halls. It took some getting used to. I wasn’t used to running like this on all fours, and especially not on the smooth linoleum.
What had caused all that? I thought. I knew that being exposed to DNA with the virus active in it would lead to contracting it yourself - but that was supposed to take a while to actually cause changes, a week at least.
But this had not only been fast, but looked painful. What had Seth been doing to us? What did he want?
Despite being at a loss with what had happened, Ashley and I were at a loss with where to go. There were directional signs on the walls - but they were just barely too high to be difficult to read - add on to that they were old and faded, plus my brain was having a harder and harder time processing the information.
I gathered at least, that this seemed like some old remote building for a university, originally for some sort of field work - but perhaps Seth had bought it or something.
Eventually I got tired, and knew that we weren’t getting anywhere. I took a moment to stop, and when Ashley realized I wasn’t following, she skidded on the floor for a moment as though she were on ice. It would’ve been funny - if we hadn’t been horribly deformed by a mad scientist and were now trying to escape.
Ashley ran back to me. She panted. I stamped my paw twice. She looked at me with confusion. Oh no. My eyes became wide, and I stamped again, with more intention. Ashley shook her head and then stamped her paw likewise.
My anxiety was probably evident in my eyes. I was afraid that I had lost her. We were slipping… I could feel it. I only hoped that if we could escape, and get back to Dad, that maybe, he could try something crazy to get our minds to hold on… I felt a lingering sense of fear, that if our minds slipped from us, there would be no bringing them back.
I barked at Ashley, hoping she understood that I wanted a moment to think. I sat on my haunches, but she stayed alert, scanning the surrounding hallways branching off of the open area we were in.
To our right was a set of stairs. We’d already been upstairs. We knew that… that… gosh where had we already been through. I tried to form a mental image in my mind… but something that would’ve been relatively easy for me in the past… I just couldn’t do it. I felt tired. Really tired. I just wanted to lie down for a bit. I wanted someone to scratch an itch on my belly…
I was shocked out of my trance. A door being slammed open in the distance. Oow! I scrunched my ears against my head. It had been so loud! I wanted to hide.
Why did I want to hide? I asked myself. Seth. I didn’t like Seth. Seth was mean to us. Ashley ran towards the sound. I didn’t like the sound, but I followed her anyway.
And then someone stepped through the door. Someone that I knew.
****
Clive abruptly stopped after going through the door, his gun held cautiously in front of him.
“What the…”
Jackie pushed past him to see what he was looking at. She froze.
Two dogs, golden retrievers. One was a bit smaller than the other. They stared back at the group.
“No…,” Jackie shook her head, “no it… it can’t be….”
She ran up to the dogs as the others told her to stop. She ran to the larger dog, it smiled and barked at her, licking her face. She was distracted though. She reached for the collar around the dog’s neck, where there was a tag. A tag that said “Matt.”
To say that Jackie’s blood ran cold didn’t do it justice. She… she ceased to feel anything. It wasn’t until the others ran up to the dogs, and had the same realization, that she finally started to process what had happened.
My boyfriend has turned into a dog. He… he is no longer human.
Jackie’s numbness suddenly turned to frenzied alertness, every hair of fur on her seeming to stand up. She grabbed the fur on the dog’s neck, looking deep into the dog’s eyes. Canine eyes… though still with warm brown irises.
“Matt…,” Jackie began to sob. “Is… is that you?”
The dog’s expression changed from one of joy, to one of stoicism - an odd look for a dog. The dog nodded, in a very deliberate, intelligent way.
Jackie hugged Matt’s neck, while squeezing her crying eyes shut. She felt nothing, barely hearing Clive behind her, swearing to send Seth to hell for this.
A minute or two passed of Jackie and Mrs. Hewitt simply hugging Matt and Ashley. Jackie just couldn’t believe this was happening… she couldn’t believe Seth was capable of something so evil as stealing someone’s humanity away.
But no. Jackie could still see into Matt’s eyes. She could still see that he was a thinking person in there, in his mind.
“As shocking as this is,” Clive said, “we can’t afford to wait around. We need to get Lucas and then get out of this wretched place.”
****
I ran behind Clive, and beside Jackie as we made our way through the building. It filled me with anxiety that we were going back deeper into this place… but we needed to find my Dad.
Jackie glanced to me as we searched. I looked back at her longingly. I wished that I could tell her that I was alright. That it wasn’t so bad. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t say anything to her. I might never be able to truly speak to her again.
And so all I could do was wonder what she was thinking. Her boyfriend was now a dog. He had transformed into an animal. That kind of thing… it didn’t happen. It wasn’t something people were mentally able to process.
What I was sure of… was that if this was to be my fate, having the mind of a human but the body of a dog forever… it was over between Jackie and I. It wasn’t like I could be her boyfriend, when I was no longer a boy, but a dog. A horrific image of the future struck me, as I realized that she might take care of me… like a pet.
Would that be my life? Was I going to lay around a house, only going out into the world to go on a walk, or to a dog park… smelling the other dogs… maybe finding a treat in the trash or playing fetch…
No. I was letting my mind slip again. I needed to focus on Jackie. I was going to find a way back to being my normal self again - or at least, my anthro self. Then… no. I didn’t know if that was possible. I knew that changing in this direction was possible.
I was then hit with a different kind of horror - of Jackie choosing to give up her humanity, and becoming a dog. I timidly let in those thoughts. My parents taking care of me as their pet. Her mom doing the same for her. We’d play together, chasing each other. She’d still be my… I wanted her to…
Very, very unpleasant thoughts started to enter into my head. When I was able to force those canine instincts away, I felt weird ones coming from the human side of me.
What’s so weird about it? Humans get together and have kids. Didn’t you already want to marry Jackie someday?
I pushed it aside. No. It was not the same. It was… feral. Animalistic. Immoral.
But Jackie smelled really good… I was technically a dog, so would it really be…
I pushed it out. I had to maintain a constant battle to fight that away.
I just wanted to talk to her again. I wanted to hold her in my arms. I wanted to be able to comfort her when she was sad.
Soon focusing on those thoughts helped me calm. Those other thoughts, those canine instincts, they were not what I really wanted. What I really wanted was not the fun of playing fetch, the pleasure of just lounging around as a pet. I didn’t even want the passion of some human romances.
I wanted the warmth I had felt with Jackie. The feeling that when we were together, we could stand against the world.
And I held onto that feeling with all my might.
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Amazing, truly! We haven't yet been introduced closely to the characters feeling like this yet, and I was hoping you wouldnt... But the way you handled it, I can't complain about any of it even if I wanted to! I honestly can't constructively criticize any thing about this chapter, so I'll end with a tip I was given by one of my favorite English teachers: 'Don't take your reader's knowledge for granted, always assume your writing to idiots because you probably are.' I don't remember it exactly, but it was moving! 😅
Keep up the good work in all of your writing, a favorite doesn't do this justice!
Keep up the good work in all of your writing, a favorite doesn't do this justice!
This hit my feels because of a book I've read whose protagonist is essentially the antithesis to Matt. Its title and author will not be provided here, but it is too, about a human turned into a beast, until the shocking ending where the protagonist unwaveringly gave in to raw animalistic desires, of her own will, no less, left a mark in my heart.
I am extremely glad Matt didn't succumb to the same fate as her. The willpower needed to keep his composure shone under your glamorous writing. Keep it up!
I am extremely glad Matt didn't succumb to the same fate as her. The willpower needed to keep his composure shone under your glamorous writing. Keep it up!
I'm not sure if you are specifically describing this aspect of it, but there was a reason I had that conversation earlier in the story between Matt and Jackie about the value of optimistic fiction. It is not simply escapism to me, but a statement that perhaps there are good things in the world, that maybe things can go right, and can go better.
Personally, although I do not like swearing, I have two options - 1, where I do what I have here and mute the swears, or 2, where I have the real cursing. Many people have told me when I have self censored in my writing that it comes across as really odd and sort of unprofessional. As time has gone on I've felt inclined to agree.
But I again, do not much enjoy swearing. I do however recognize that in certain situations it is hard to communicate the emotion that people would actually feel if I replaced the line with "you're a crapface" or something. I would probably curse in such situations too. I don't know. I am choosing to include uncensored swearing in my rewrites, but it will be to a small amount, a light PG-13 I'd say.
I'm not going to ever use more intense language like f*** and c*** at the very least.
But I again, do not much enjoy swearing. I do however recognize that in certain situations it is hard to communicate the emotion that people would actually feel if I replaced the line with "you're a crapface" or something. I would probably curse in such situations too. I don't know. I am choosing to include uncensored swearing in my rewrites, but it will be to a small amount, a light PG-13 I'd say.
I'm not going to ever use more intense language like f*** and c*** at the very least.
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