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This is an adaptation of a scene from a longer story I have written to expand on the lore of my fursona, as well as their (eventual) new species. The full story is still a work-in-progress, so I hope this will help generate interest on the piece I will publish here in the future.
Silverheart (Preview)
By CrumbleThorn
Cecil woke up with what felt like the biggest headache he has ever had. Yesterday’s memories were not present to him at all. He dislikes drinking alcohol, so he grumbled in frustration trying to remember what had caused this awful migraine. He pressed his left palm against his forehead, applying firm pressure to distract him from the pain. He brushed his hand across his hair afterwards in one smooth motion, but he shivered in surprise after feeling something incredibly odd. His wrist had grazed over his ear, tickling him. He opened his eyes to try and figure out what happened.
For starters, he was not in his bed; in fact, he was not even in his room. He seemed to be in some sort of medical ward wearing a hospital gown. More surprisingly, he saw a long canine muzzle partly obscuring his vision. When he tried to touch the protrusion on his face, an alien appendage with dark claws and textured pads entered his periphery. He was taken aback by the midnight blue paw and instinctively swatted it away with his other arm, only for another furred limb to appear and hit it. The sting he felt on both extremities made him realize that those arms actually belonged to him. He held both his hand-paws in front of him, wondering why he was in a hospital bed with a costume on.
He was fascinated at how well-made the costume was. It was almost uncanny how accurate the textures were on the paw pads and claws. But when he stroked the fur on his arm, he felt as if it were glued to his skin. Strange, Cecil thought to himself. He glossed his hands over his snout, astonished at the unexpected tactile feedback. He started breathing rapidly, once again shocked at the gusts of air that were coming out of the muzzle’s nostrils. No, no, no, no… this is not right!
He tried opening his mouth, and much to his disbelief, the beastly maw obliged. Cecil started panicking. He felt the insides of the mouth, almost choking as he shoved his hand inside in an attempt to find the person within the suit. He forcefully yanked his blanket away, tearing them in his haste with his sharp claws. A pair of nonhuman legs were revealed, along with a thick bushy tail that wiggled at his command. His anxiety shot through the roof.
Cecil fell out of his bed, pulling all the wires attached to him and tipping the vitals monitor over. He struggled to regain his footing, unable to make sense of his new animalistic gait. He drew the curtains from his cell and dragged his way out of the room. The beast man stumbled along the hospital aisle, limping and drooling like a rabid dog.
He eventually bumped into a nurse at an intersection, who was caught by surprise. Cecil clutched the other person’s arms and cried for help, but a garbled “Mmnagh” was the only sound that left his maw. He did not realize how tightly he was gripping them; his claws were on the verge of drawing blood from the poor man’s arms. The nurse just wailed in terror.
Within moments, Cecil felt two sharp pains in his back, causing him to release his death grip on the nurse who swiftly scurried away. He felt lightheaded, slowly losing consciousness before dropping down on the ground and letting out a faint whimper.
Cecil once again found himself waking up in another hospital bed, even groggier than before. This time however, he was not alone in his room; there was a person in a laboratory coat jotting down notes on her clipboard.
“Ah, Welcome back. Are you alright?”, the woman queried.
Cecil wanted to scream at the lady and tear her apart for asking such a stupid question. Do I look alright to you!? I look like a monster! He wailed in his thoughts. The infuriated beast reached for her in anger but found his arms zip tied to the hospital bed. He tried wiggling his bindings off, to no avail.
“Please relax Mr. Vairhardt. I’m not here to hurt you,” she reassured him.
Cecil’s ears perked up at the woman’s words. He did not expect the stranger to call him by his name.
“Cecil Vairhardt. That’s your name, isn’t it?” she queried.
Cecil had way too many questions he wanted answers to. Who are you? How did I get here? What happened to me? The beast man failed to articulate his thoughts. Even if he had enough composure to speak, the shape of his new mouth coupled with the much longer tongue was all too alien for him to control properly. He just ended up making a whining noise while shuffling his restraints around.
“Please put your arms down. I’m only here to help,” she calmly said, trying to ease the patient’s worries. “I’m Doctor Amelia Trout. I work in intensive care for this facility. You were rescued by our paramedics last night when they responded to multiple emergency dispatches around town. We retrieved your personal information from your belongings.” She gestured towards the side of the room, pointing towards Cecil’s backpack and tattered clothing.
Suddenly, his memories started flooding back. He was finally able to recall the events that unfolded: the explosion, the chaos, him turning into an animal person. He trembled at the insanity of it all. For the longest time he thought that stuff like this could only happen in fiction, and yet here he was experiencing it for himself. His anger turned into despair. He slumped his arms and looked at the doctor’s eyes, begging her to help.
“I know this is obvious to you, but your body has changed. Somehow, you’ve mutated into a foxlike creature. We have yet to determine the exact nature of your metamorphosis, but it seems to be linked to the massive shockwave we all witnessed last night,” she explained. “I will untie you from your bed, but you must promise to cooperate. We still don’t know if you’ve sustained any major injuries from the blast.”
Cecil nodded. The doctor slowly approached the canine and carefully snipped the zip ties around his arms with a pair of safety scissors. With his arms now free, he once again inspected the palms of his hands. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how real his transformation was.
“We’ll first perform some diagnostics to check your wellbeing. What you’ve experienced is incredibly novel, and we would like your utmost cooperation so that we can know more about your condition. Furthermore, we also suspect that you’ll have some trouble adjusting to your new body. For that, we’ve prepared to provide you with physical therapy should you wish. We plan to begin with recovering your lingual skills so that we can communicate with you better,” Doctor Amelia informed him. “Before we proceed, you should probably eat a meal first. I imagine you must be quite hungry right now.”
She was right, he was starving. Cecil’s stomach started rumbling, pleading its owner to satiate their hunger. The doctor pulled a table with a bowl of porridge and some water over to the bed.
“Please help yourself to the food. A nurse will come pick you up here later for your tests,” Doctor Amelia told her patient.
Cecil picked up the spoon and started to eat the porridge as best as he could with his new mouth. She gave him an earnest smile before heading for the door. As she left the room, the fox man caught a glimpse of another mutant patient being transported outside. The knowledge that he was not alone in his condition offered him some bitter respite.
Every single news channel on the TV had non-stop coverage of the aftermath of the explosion for several weeks. Now dubbed by the media as ‘The Big TE’, or Transformation Event, it apparently was not just a localized event but rather a worldwide phenomenon. Emergency censuses all around the globe had found that about a third of the population had been affected in varying degrees of severity. The most common case involved the person turning into a human-animal hybrid, much like Cecil. Despite being one of the victims, he was somewhat thankful that his affliction was not as severe as some of the more grotesque disfigurements he saw on TV.
The days went by very quickly for Cecil. The trauma had warped his sense of time so much that he did not even realize he had already stayed in the hospital for several weeks. Medical tests and procedures just kept coming one after the other that he had pretty much resigned to his fate of eternal confinement. That is until one day after breakfast, he was once again visited by Doctor Amelia who relayed him the summary of the many tests he had taken.
“After reviewing all your test results, it seems that your transformation did not come with any life-threatening complications. Apart from your appearance and your altered metabolism, you’re perfectly healthy as far as we’re concerned. You’ll be free to leave once we process your discharge,” the doctor reported. She took a couple notes on her clipboard before continuing.
“Do you have any relatives in town? We can arrange for them to come and pick you up,” Doctor Amelia asked Cecil.
Relatives! Cecil’s mind was so consumed by his own predicament that he forgot about his girlfriend! After weeks of therapy, he was finally able to voice out a few words from his maw and talk to his doctor.
“Wherrr… Ret…ta?” the vulpine drawled.
The doctor smiled back and held her clipboard close to her chest.
“Retta?” she confirmed. “Is she your significant other?”
Cecil nodded at Doctor Amelia.
“I see. I believe we’ve also admitted a person named Retta into the facility. I’ll check our patient logs to see if she’s still in the hospital,” the doctor replied.
Cecil’s ears drooped and he frowned. So many more frustrations were building up from within him. He silently ruminated in his bed while the doctor filled out his release paperwork. How could I have forgotten about my girlfriend!? Especially right now when she would’ve needed me the most!? The fox man quietly sobbed at the thought of his girlfriend struggling with her changes without his support.
After a long period of denial, Cecil finally had the courage to confront the reality of his situation. He’s accepted that life would never be the same for him anymore. How will I explain this to my parents? My IDs will not match my appearance anymore, how will anyone confirm my identity? Will I even be allowed to fly back home? Most importantly, what will happen to my relationship with Retta? Cecil was filled with all sorts of worries and trepidation as he tried to figure out what to do now that his humanity was lost.
Silverheart (Preview)
By CrumbleThorn
Cecil woke up with what felt like the biggest headache he has ever had. Yesterday’s memories were not present to him at all. He dislikes drinking alcohol, so he grumbled in frustration trying to remember what had caused this awful migraine. He pressed his left palm against his forehead, applying firm pressure to distract him from the pain. He brushed his hand across his hair afterwards in one smooth motion, but he shivered in surprise after feeling something incredibly odd. His wrist had grazed over his ear, tickling him. He opened his eyes to try and figure out what happened.
For starters, he was not in his bed; in fact, he was not even in his room. He seemed to be in some sort of medical ward wearing a hospital gown. More surprisingly, he saw a long canine muzzle partly obscuring his vision. When he tried to touch the protrusion on his face, an alien appendage with dark claws and textured pads entered his periphery. He was taken aback by the midnight blue paw and instinctively swatted it away with his other arm, only for another furred limb to appear and hit it. The sting he felt on both extremities made him realize that those arms actually belonged to him. He held both his hand-paws in front of him, wondering why he was in a hospital bed with a costume on.
He was fascinated at how well-made the costume was. It was almost uncanny how accurate the textures were on the paw pads and claws. But when he stroked the fur on his arm, he felt as if it were glued to his skin. Strange, Cecil thought to himself. He glossed his hands over his snout, astonished at the unexpected tactile feedback. He started breathing rapidly, once again shocked at the gusts of air that were coming out of the muzzle’s nostrils. No, no, no, no… this is not right!
He tried opening his mouth, and much to his disbelief, the beastly maw obliged. Cecil started panicking. He felt the insides of the mouth, almost choking as he shoved his hand inside in an attempt to find the person within the suit. He forcefully yanked his blanket away, tearing them in his haste with his sharp claws. A pair of nonhuman legs were revealed, along with a thick bushy tail that wiggled at his command. His anxiety shot through the roof.
Cecil fell out of his bed, pulling all the wires attached to him and tipping the vitals monitor over. He struggled to regain his footing, unable to make sense of his new animalistic gait. He drew the curtains from his cell and dragged his way out of the room. The beast man stumbled along the hospital aisle, limping and drooling like a rabid dog.
He eventually bumped into a nurse at an intersection, who was caught by surprise. Cecil clutched the other person’s arms and cried for help, but a garbled “Mmnagh” was the only sound that left his maw. He did not realize how tightly he was gripping them; his claws were on the verge of drawing blood from the poor man’s arms. The nurse just wailed in terror.
Within moments, Cecil felt two sharp pains in his back, causing him to release his death grip on the nurse who swiftly scurried away. He felt lightheaded, slowly losing consciousness before dropping down on the ground and letting out a faint whimper.
Cecil once again found himself waking up in another hospital bed, even groggier than before. This time however, he was not alone in his room; there was a person in a laboratory coat jotting down notes on her clipboard.
“Ah, Welcome back. Are you alright?”, the woman queried.
Cecil wanted to scream at the lady and tear her apart for asking such a stupid question. Do I look alright to you!? I look like a monster! He wailed in his thoughts. The infuriated beast reached for her in anger but found his arms zip tied to the hospital bed. He tried wiggling his bindings off, to no avail.
“Please relax Mr. Vairhardt. I’m not here to hurt you,” she reassured him.
Cecil’s ears perked up at the woman’s words. He did not expect the stranger to call him by his name.
“Cecil Vairhardt. That’s your name, isn’t it?” she queried.
Cecil had way too many questions he wanted answers to. Who are you? How did I get here? What happened to me? The beast man failed to articulate his thoughts. Even if he had enough composure to speak, the shape of his new mouth coupled with the much longer tongue was all too alien for him to control properly. He just ended up making a whining noise while shuffling his restraints around.
“Please put your arms down. I’m only here to help,” she calmly said, trying to ease the patient’s worries. “I’m Doctor Amelia Trout. I work in intensive care for this facility. You were rescued by our paramedics last night when they responded to multiple emergency dispatches around town. We retrieved your personal information from your belongings.” She gestured towards the side of the room, pointing towards Cecil’s backpack and tattered clothing.
Suddenly, his memories started flooding back. He was finally able to recall the events that unfolded: the explosion, the chaos, him turning into an animal person. He trembled at the insanity of it all. For the longest time he thought that stuff like this could only happen in fiction, and yet here he was experiencing it for himself. His anger turned into despair. He slumped his arms and looked at the doctor’s eyes, begging her to help.
“I know this is obvious to you, but your body has changed. Somehow, you’ve mutated into a foxlike creature. We have yet to determine the exact nature of your metamorphosis, but it seems to be linked to the massive shockwave we all witnessed last night,” she explained. “I will untie you from your bed, but you must promise to cooperate. We still don’t know if you’ve sustained any major injuries from the blast.”
Cecil nodded. The doctor slowly approached the canine and carefully snipped the zip ties around his arms with a pair of safety scissors. With his arms now free, he once again inspected the palms of his hands. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how real his transformation was.
“We’ll first perform some diagnostics to check your wellbeing. What you’ve experienced is incredibly novel, and we would like your utmost cooperation so that we can know more about your condition. Furthermore, we also suspect that you’ll have some trouble adjusting to your new body. For that, we’ve prepared to provide you with physical therapy should you wish. We plan to begin with recovering your lingual skills so that we can communicate with you better,” Doctor Amelia informed him. “Before we proceed, you should probably eat a meal first. I imagine you must be quite hungry right now.”
She was right, he was starving. Cecil’s stomach started rumbling, pleading its owner to satiate their hunger. The doctor pulled a table with a bowl of porridge and some water over to the bed.
“Please help yourself to the food. A nurse will come pick you up here later for your tests,” Doctor Amelia told her patient.
Cecil picked up the spoon and started to eat the porridge as best as he could with his new mouth. She gave him an earnest smile before heading for the door. As she left the room, the fox man caught a glimpse of another mutant patient being transported outside. The knowledge that he was not alone in his condition offered him some bitter respite.
Every single news channel on the TV had non-stop coverage of the aftermath of the explosion for several weeks. Now dubbed by the media as ‘The Big TE’, or Transformation Event, it apparently was not just a localized event but rather a worldwide phenomenon. Emergency censuses all around the globe had found that about a third of the population had been affected in varying degrees of severity. The most common case involved the person turning into a human-animal hybrid, much like Cecil. Despite being one of the victims, he was somewhat thankful that his affliction was not as severe as some of the more grotesque disfigurements he saw on TV.
The days went by very quickly for Cecil. The trauma had warped his sense of time so much that he did not even realize he had already stayed in the hospital for several weeks. Medical tests and procedures just kept coming one after the other that he had pretty much resigned to his fate of eternal confinement. That is until one day after breakfast, he was once again visited by Doctor Amelia who relayed him the summary of the many tests he had taken.
“After reviewing all your test results, it seems that your transformation did not come with any life-threatening complications. Apart from your appearance and your altered metabolism, you’re perfectly healthy as far as we’re concerned. You’ll be free to leave once we process your discharge,” the doctor reported. She took a couple notes on her clipboard before continuing.
“Do you have any relatives in town? We can arrange for them to come and pick you up,” Doctor Amelia asked Cecil.
Relatives! Cecil’s mind was so consumed by his own predicament that he forgot about his girlfriend! After weeks of therapy, he was finally able to voice out a few words from his maw and talk to his doctor.
“Wherrr… Ret…ta?” the vulpine drawled.
The doctor smiled back and held her clipboard close to her chest.
“Retta?” she confirmed. “Is she your significant other?”
Cecil nodded at Doctor Amelia.
“I see. I believe we’ve also admitted a person named Retta into the facility. I’ll check our patient logs to see if she’s still in the hospital,” the doctor replied.
Cecil’s ears drooped and he frowned. So many more frustrations were building up from within him. He silently ruminated in his bed while the doctor filled out his release paperwork. How could I have forgotten about my girlfriend!? Especially right now when she would’ve needed me the most!? The fox man quietly sobbed at the thought of his girlfriend struggling with her changes without his support.
After a long period of denial, Cecil finally had the courage to confront the reality of his situation. He’s accepted that life would never be the same for him anymore. How will I explain this to my parents? My IDs will not match my appearance anymore, how will anyone confirm my identity? Will I even be allowed to fly back home? Most importantly, what will happen to my relationship with Retta? Cecil was filled with all sorts of worries and trepidation as he tried to figure out what to do now that his humanity was lost.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Vulpine (Other)
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File Size 71.5 kB
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