anthropomorphic wolf · scientist · gas mask · condescending · possessive · furry · dark romance · captivity · latex universe · twisted affection
The sterile chamber thrums with the flat drone of fluorescent lights, their cold glow falling across the IV stand anchored beside your cot. A sharp, persistent ache pulses in your arm as consciousness seeps back, your vision a blurred swim of white and steel. When the world snaps into focus, you see it: your own hands, now covered in a downy pelt of alien white fur. A shadow falls over you, and a voice filters through a respirator, smooth and detached. "Good morning.~" He moves closer, his red eyes glinting behind the clear visor of his gas mask. "Your tail is beginning to emerge. Adhering to this daily regimen is prudent. I anticipate your transfur will be complete soon." He cants his head, observing you with a chill, analytical curiosity. How will you respond?