A Hairy Situation (Story in Description) - Leopard tf
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A Hairy Situation (feral Leopard tf )
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Danielle ignored Brittiney’s hushed whispers as the group approached the menacing metal gate. Shrouded by the darkness of night it looked like the entrance to a haunted house. The silence was eerie, seemingly enveloping the five of them like a blanket as they crept forward in hushed breaths. Danielle pushed aside the pit in her stomach and tried to appear confident.
“Are you kidding me? If our contact was right, this could be the story of a lifetime.” She thought back to when she had first received the anonymous tip describing strange disappearances regarding the park. Customers who went in and never came out, employees who never came home from work, it seemed like the stuff of mystery novels. And it was happening right under her nose. Of course she was going to look into it.
Pulling her scarf up, she reached the keypad, an old rusted thing that was probably recovered from the wreckage of the Titanic. Holding her breath, she typed in the six-digit code they had given her before quickly drawing back towards the others. Her heart pounded in her head as she waited for what she was certain would be a flurry of alarms and armed security personnel raining down upon them like a tsunami.
They waited for what seemed like an eternity, before finally the door clicked as the mechanism unlocked. Danielle and the others let out a hurricane-sized sigh of relief. Their contact had been reliable. The path inside was wide open.
However, the constant feeling of dread remained even after they all entered through the thick gate and ventured into a cloister of unmarked service buildings. They were really nothing more than sheets of metal plastered together into makeshift storage units, but in the dark they looked like medieval dungeons waiting to trap those who ventured where they shouldn’t.
“I-I don’t like this.” Brittany said softly, clutching her notepad to her chest. “M-Maybe we should leave.”
“And miss the story of the century?” Danielle whispered angrily. Despite being out in the open air everyone felt the need to speak only in whispers. “If we can bag some concrete evidence about the mysterious disappearances our school newspaper will be world famous. We’ll be world famous.” she paused for effect, letting that thought sink in.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Brock chuckled, smacking his palm with the metal crowbar he’d brought. He wrapped a thick, burly arm around Brittany, leaning in close. “Anyone comes, and I whack ‘em with this bad boy.” Brittany grimaced at the idea.
“Shut it, you two.” Cecil turned towards them, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. “We’re on a mission here, and it would be great if you two weren’t parading around like an all-percussion marching band.”
“I agree,” Danielle added. “Let’s focus on our assignments. Everyone ready?”
They had picked out their targets beforehand, places that were most likely to yield information. Countless planning sessions had involved them pouring over maps of the park, tracing and practicing their routes. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“All right, then. Meet back here at 5 am so we can leave before the first morning shift. Gather any evidence you can.” she paused, trying to bear the weight of what she was about to say. “And if anyone gets caught, they take all the blame. There’s no need to implicate all of us in this.” Everyone nodded again, but the mood was somber. This wasn’t some fancy spy movie. If they were caught, they could go to real-life prison.
They split up, Danielle heading with Brock into the main park. They stuck to the shadows, creeping as silently as possible along the edges of the stucco facades of the buildings. Danielle shuddered as she crept through the lifeless streets. The smiling animal decorations and exotic fauna completely inverted on itself, converting the park into a nightmarish hellscape where darkness replaced light. The cartoon propups of Lions and Wolves that had once smiled upon customers now looked sinister and demonic, dark beady eyes and wild grins daring them to advance further. Danielle gulped but pressed on, the pit in her stomach steadily growing. She could see Brock pressing forwards beside her, crowbar in hand ready to strike. He kept a stern expression but Danielle knew that he had the jitters too. He was a bit too jumpy in his movements, swinging around at the slightest noise.
And there was a lot of noise. Nighttime was when many of the zoo’s residents were at their most active, so the air was constantly filled with howls, whoops, and yelps, setting the duo on constant edge. They moved about a foot per minute, as something was always setting them off, causing them to freeze in place like a deer in headlights.
“That’s just the coyotes”, Danielle reassured Brock as an ear-splitting howl broke through the still night sky. She whipped her camera towards the sound but as usual there were only shadows, locked in an illusionary dance. It’s as if the zoo was mocking her. It was making her a nervous wreck.
“Yeah, yeah, the coyotes.” Brock agreed, glancing nervously towards the sound. What could go wrong here? Worst case scenario he gets caught and winds up back at juvie. His parents would have to bail him out again, and he’d get yelled at of course, but it wouldn’t be a big deal. Right?
Yet as Brock stalked through the shadowy pathways clutching his crowbar, worst case scenarios swam through his mind like fish. Every R-rated horror movie he had innocently watched at parties was now bubbling up from his subconscious. But he brushed those thoughts aside. He was, besides being a reporter for the school newspaper, the captain of the varsity wrestling team. Nobody would mess with them while he’s on watch.
Inch by inch, they crept towards the massive structure looming ominously over the darkened park. Big Cat mountain, the park’s postcard attraction and their ultimate target. According to the tip, most of the disappearances were centered around the park’s feature landmark. So she had decided to investigate that area personally. Camera in hand, she strode towards the central plaza where the paths branched into a loop around the mountain. Stretched out in front of them was the lion exhibit, announcing its grandeur to all who entered. Out of curiosity, she walked up to the glass railing and peered into the enclosure, Brock following closely behind her.
The exhibit, like the others, was lit up far more than the rest of the park, strobe lights illuminating the swaying grass and smooth rocks for the cats to sleep on. But big cats were more active at night, and the regal male lion pawing around his enclosure was no different. She gasped as she watched his lithe muscular form move gracefully around the exhibit, tail twisting like a serpent as he marked his territory. Every time she came to the zoo the lion was always splayed out motionlessly on one of the rocks. But now he was active and on the prowl. It really was a sight to see. She couldn’t help but take a few pictures with the camera, prompting an exasperated look from Brock.
“Come on, we gotta move.” he huffed.
“ But this is a great photo opportunity!” she whispered excitedly. “ How often does a chance to photograph big cats at night come along?” Brock rolled his eyes. Just then the lion turned towards them and let out an ear-splitting roar. Danielle’s eyes glimmered with excitement, but Brock was not impressed.
“ We have to be as quick as possible, right? Your words, not mine,” he said, and Danielle winced. She had warned against distractions before they came here, and now she wasn’t following her own advice. As editor in chief, she needed to set a better example.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. Let’s get going.” Feeling a bit disappointed, she continued around the mountain with Brock. She looked at each exhibit as they passed by with increasing fascination. The Cougars were wrestling with each other, darting amongst the craggy rocks and tree branches scattered about their enclosures. The pair of Jaguars were doing… something in the brush towards the back of the exhibit. She decided to give them some privacy. They then passed the recently completed snow leopard habitat and its two new residents. One of them looked up at them as they passed by, ears piqued in interest. Its head tilted slightly as its tail twitched. It was almost as if it knew they weren’t supposed to be here…
“Ok, I found the service door.” Brock stated, snapping Danielle out of her trance. The cold metal door was tucked behind a bamboo thicket, meant to be hidden to customers. In the dark it was nearly impossible to see. Fortunately they had studied the park’s layout intensively beforehand, otherwise they would have been searching for hours.
“Ok, so the code the note told us to enter was-” suddenly the door clattered to the ground with a metallic clang. Startled, Danielle looked up and saw Brock standing in the doorway wielding the crowbar.
“What? I really wanted to use this thing.” Brock smiled sheepishly.
“You idiot! Now we’re adding property damage charges if we get caught.” Danielle hissed through her scarf. “ And now they’ll definitely know someone’s been snooping around.”
“Relax,” Brock grinned. “We’ll have this place closed by morning.” Danielle grumbled something about discipline as she stepped over the ruins of the door and entered the foreboding service hallway. Flickering exposed lightbulbs struggled to keep the tunnel more lit than the night outside, but only partly succeeded. The tunnel was bordered by countless pipes and wiring leading in every imaginable direction. The silent hum of the machinery bounced off the walls and pipes in an acoustic echo. She winced as she stepped in a puddle, splashing water all over her black pants.
“All right, I think it’s safe to talk in here.” she breathed out a long sigh which was buried under the din of the machinery. “Let’s branch out and search for clues.” Brock nodded and stalked off down the hallway. He looked like an elephant trying to do ballet as he waltzed out of sight. Secrecy was not his strong suit. Danielle looked away, turning her focus towards the pipes running up and down the hallway, dripping various liquid elements onto the concrete floor.
“I wonder what all these pipes could be for” she observed, jotting something down in her notepad. She didn’t know the inner workings of a zoo, but anything that looks suspicious had to be investigated. And everything looked suspicious.
She took numerous pictures as she made her way down the hall, stopping every couple of feet to document something new. The pit in her stomach grew as she worked. Everything seemed so unfamiliar, like something out of a sci-fi novel or horror game. How was she supposed to collect evidence if she didn’t even know what she was looking for?
Finally she came to a door, slightly ajar as if inviting her in. Bold white letters read “Leopard” on the front of the door. “Must be the entrance to the new leopard exhibit.” she mused, taking another picture. Leopards were her favorite animals, but that exhibit hadn’t opened yet. She pulled the door open further, which was surprisingly heavy. It led into a darkened room right out of a horror game, with concrete walls and a floor littered with sharp construction materials. It was accentuated by the pervasive stench of rotting meat emanating from an unknown source. She felt her heart fall into her stomach as she entered the musty room, cautiously stepping so as to make minimal noise. What if a leopard was inside, crouched in a shadowy corner eyeing her every move with its golden, crystalline eyes? She shuddered at the thought before dismissing it. There are no animals here. This exhibit isn’t even open yet.
Suddenly she crouched down as she spotted a trail of muddy footprints leading into one of the corners of the room. They were heavy, large, and quite fresh from the look of it. She perked up, excited yet shaking with fear as she examined them. There was someone else here. Who? Why? Could they be linked to the disappearances? Was she about to be “next”? She looked up, eyes darting about the room. She could only see about fifteen to twenty feet in front of her, maybe fifty with her phone’s built-in flashlight. Someone could easily be waiting in ambush for her. She decided it would be best to leave, but as she stood up, one of the shadows moved. Silently she watched it as it circled around towards the door, blocking her exit. She stumbled backwards, knocking over a can of paint. The shadow disappeared for a second, and Danielle was about to make a break for it when suddenly the shadow reappeared, right in front of her. A jolt surged through her body like a lightning bolt.
“AHHHH!” She shrieked, slipping on the paint can and tumbling to the floor with a thud. The shadow suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, and Danielle shined the light into his face.
“Man, I got you good.” Brock choked out in between fits of hysterics. Danielle dusted herself off with a huff. “Rawr, I’m a leopard. I hunt stupid human prey. They not see me coming. Stupid girl make easy prey for leopard.” He made a playful swipe at Danielle.
“It’s not funny, Brock. You really scared me.”
“Aw, come on! There’s nobody here!” He made a dopey shrug before pulling Danielle back to her feet.
“There could be, we don’t know. And besides, what if you broke the camera?”
“Come on, live a little.” Brock whined, his eyes like a sad puppy’s. “Might as well relieve some of the stress, you know?” He rubbed his hand through her hair playfully.
“Just shut up,” Danielle snapped, “this is hard enough as it is. Just start looking for evidence.”
“Oh yeah, that reminds me. I found this.” Danielle’s nose was immediately bombarded with the intoxicating stench of raw meat. Brock was holding up a giant slab right in front of her face. It had a steak-like appearance, but something seemed off about it.
“I bet that’s what they feed the leopards” Brock mused. “ That’s gotta be a lot of protein.”
“But there aren’t any leopards here.” Danielle speculated, investigating the slab of meat. It was certainly… fresh. “Why would they put a giant chunk of meat in a pen with no leopards? Where’d this even come from?”
The solid concrete floors slowly turned into soft grass as Brock led her outside into the darkened Leopard enclosure. The exhibit was filled with the shadowy outlines of craggy rocks and droves of tree branches for the leopards to climb. She knew that any leopard would be very lucky to live here, likely never to want for food, shelter, or things to explore. Brock led her over to a mossy corner, where there sat a fresh, steaming pile of fresh, rare meat. There had to be at least 25 pounds of it sitting there.
“What the heck?” Danielle asked. “Why is all this meat just sitting here?”
“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you eat it.” Brock said, a mischievous look on his face.
“Are you joking? That’s like twenty pounds of salmonella!” Danielle retorted. “Who knows where that stuff has been? You probably shouldn’t even be touching it.” Brock laughed.
“No no, just take a bite. The protein’s good for you.” He picked up a goopy pile of what looked like intestines. “Here, I’ll go first.”
Danielle watched in shock as Brock sank his teeth into the pile of meat, tore off a small chunk, and gulped it down. “Ah, he exclaimed, rubbing his belly. “A delicious midnight snack!”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Danielle yelled as Brock took another bite, swallowing the whole handful he had taken save for a few entrails that hung from his fingers. Brock looked back up apologetically.
“I’m sorry, but this stuff is actually pretty good.” He took out another handful. “It tastes like steak, but it’s way more juicy.”
“I can see that,” she observed, noting the steady stream of juices dribbling down his chin onto his letterman jacket and jeans. “You’re fricking disgusting, you know that?”
“I also need my protein.” he said through a mouthful of meat. “ A bodybuilder’s always looking for his next muscle meal.” He lifted up a small steak-sized portion, offering it to Danielle. “ Just fricking try it. It’s like, seriously good. You won’t regret it.”
Danielle sighed, taking Brock’s “offering”. Truth be told, the smell had completely enveloped her mind with visions of burgers and steak dinners, and she was a bit hungry as a result. She tore off a tiny chunk with her hands and hesitantly put it into her mouth.
It was like an explosion had occurred on her tongue, wrapping it in the most rich, juiciest flavors she had ever experienced. She chewed it slowly, partly because her teeth had a hard time breaking it down, but partly to absorb it, roll it around in her tongue and suck every molecule of flavor she could. It tasted so… meaty. Why did she find that so delightful? And why was she so hungry now?
“Oh frick, this is delicious.” She tore off another chunk. “Where the heck has this been all my life?” Her brain and her stomach battled for control as she lifted up the glop of meat to her nose. The smell enveloped her mind, slowly overwriting common sense. The justifications began flooding her mind, each one more rational than the last.
Come on, it’s not going to kill you.
It tastes amazing.
Brock is doing it.
Just one more bite won’t hurt.
She felt a wave of heat envelop her body as she took another bite. Somehow it tasted even better than the first helping. She was unaware that as she slowly chewed a series of changes were beginning to course across her body. Her teeth grew sharper in her mouth, designed for a carnivorous diet. All she noticed was that she was getting much better at ripping the meat apart from the pile, shredding it into bite-sized chunks before swallowing. At the same time, spotted fur was slowly beginning to cover her lower stomach and back, yellow spots with white on the belly. She was ignorant of this, however, as she tore off more chunks and devoured them with ravenous tenacity. She was starving now, her stomach churning like a factory, and the taste of meat was too appealing to ignore.
She threw her camera on the ground with a clatter and focused solely on the food in front of her. She could think of nothing else, the feral want overrode her resistance. Her mind was in a haze, unaware of her body slowly changing on the molecular level.
Thousands of hairs erupted from her pores as a spotted pelt began to eat up at her skin. Her nose and mouth began to push out into a feline muzzle, with a triangular nose and split lip. Sensitive new whiskers sprung to life, twitching subconsciously. Her jaws grew into the powerful jaws of a Leopard, capable of severing arteries and snapping necks in one bite. She failed to notice this gradual change, only her increasing ease in devouring her meal.
She continued to rip off chunks with her hands, but she wasn’t eating fast enough to satisfy her expanding stomach. She gave up the pretense of using her hands and got down onto her hands and knees, ripping at the entrails with her new razor-sharp fangs. She used her hands to balance herself as her neck and chest swelled with muscle, absorbing her shoulders and upper arms in the process. Her black coat and pants struggled to retain their stitching as her upper body and legs began to swell into a form not meant to be clothed. Her ears grew rounder and migrated to the top of her head, sending a vast new array of sounds to her brain. Still she continued to scarf down the pile of food, which was now sizeably smaller than when she found it.
She only stopped her ravenous display of hunger when she heard a distinct ripping sound in her pants and turned around to see a furry Leopard’s tail begin to snake its way out into the air. Instantly the haze in her mind vanished as she snapped back to reality.
“What the hell?” she blurted out to nobody in particular. “What the heck is happening to me?” The panic arose in her voice as she chased her tail around in a circle, awestruck with disbelief. She could feel it… the wind against its fur, the muscles swaying as they constantly adjusted her balance. She shouldn’t have it, shouldn’t be feeling this feeling… what was wrong with her? She cried out in a panic, the noise coming out like a howl rather than a human cry.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out.” The voice came out of nowhere, Danielle’s ears instantly picking up the sound. Up. The sound came from above. Danielle had barely enough time to admire her ear’s newfound precision when the voice spoke again.
“You know, for reporters you guys are a bunch of idiots. Eating random food lying on the ground like animals and not expecting to become one.” Danielle finally looked up and located the source of the mysterious voice. It was surprisingly easy as her new Leopard eyes made night vision effortless.
A snow leopard sat atop a rock bordering her enclosure, separated by a mesh wire wall that broke up the two exhibits. He had poked his head and front half through a small hole in the mesh wire that separated the exhibits. Probably a construction error. Danielle could almost swear she saw a smirk on his face. With a gasp she recognized him as the snow leopard from earlier.
“W-what the hell?” she asked incredulously, craning her neck upwards. “Y-you guys can talk?” The snow leopard stopped licking his paw and stared down at her condescendingly.
“You still don’t get it, do you? You’re turning into a ******* cat.” He paused, his frozen blue eyes burning a hole into her.
“ I assume you were trying to figure out where all the disappearing guests went, and guess what, here you go. You figured it out. Now here’s a metaphorical round of applause.”
He sarcastically tapped his front paw on the rock, the claws making a repetitive clicking sound. Danielle recoiled back in shock, the memories flooding into her brain. She lifted up her hand to see her perfectly manicured nails fall out, replaced by hooked, wicked claws meant for tearing into flesh. How could she have done this? How could this have gone so wrong? How could she have been so… stupid?
“It was Brock’s fault!” She said the first thing that came to her mind. She felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over her as she glanced over at Brock. He was ravenously tearing away at the meat with feral enthusiasm, still unaware of the changes that had gripped his body. He was on all fours, his arms and legs already having shifted into a permanently quadrupedal alignment. His jacket and shirt had cracked and torn in its effort to contain his growing form, and his pants had already been reduced to tatters by the emergence of powerful feline haunches. His tail swished contentedly behind him like a flag blowing in the wind. His face and jawline had taken on a feline form and structure, but the fur had not yet consumed his face. Danielle gasped in horror upon seeing her friend like this, which apparently amused the snow leopard.
“ Yeeeahhh, you two are going to be stuck here a looonnng time. Just ask the rest of the animals here.” the snow leopard chuffed in a mocking tone. She looked back up at him, and saw him smiling mischievously at her. “But since we’re going to be roommates, I think I’ll introduce myself. I’m Josh.” He murred politely. Something clicked in Danielle’s brain.
“Wait, like Josh from school? The kid that went missing a month ago?” She asked, incredulous. Was this what was happening to the missing guests? They were being turned into zoo animals? It sounded like something out of a Goosebumps novel. But she couldn’t deny the fur covering every last inch of her body. Josh murred in agreement.
“You found me.” he laughed. “Although there’s not much you can do about it now.” Instinctively Danielle reached out for her camera, but to her dismay she found herself unable to grasp the device with her stiffening handpaws. She could only watch as her thumbs receded into her callousing hands, leathery pads forming on her palms. Perfect for silent stalking. She broke down into tears.
“T-this can’t be happening,” she sobbed, pawing at her head, as if she was trying to remove the fur growing there. She only succeeded in dusting her auburn hair off of her scalp, which fell to the floor in clumps. She stared, mortified at her illustrious locks piled on the ground.
“H-hey, it’s not that bad…” the snow leopard reassured, his voice taking on a concerned tone. “ They’ll feed you here, give you a really comfy place to sleep on lazy afternoons…” he paused, musing for a bit. “... although your sleep schedule becomes really screwed up. You get all bouncy at night and have the constant urge to pounce on your own tail. Then sleep through the entire day while the sun’s shining in your face…” He caught himself and turned back towards Danielle, his fangs exposed in a feline smile.
“ But they’ll take pretty good care of you, and all you’ve gotta do is soak it up and pose for a couple photos. You’ll even get a companion to...hang out with.” He smiled in a sultry manner, and right on cue a female snow leopard bounded on top of the rock and nuzzled Josh before she gazed down at her. Danielle shuffled back as she felt her body finally overpower her clothing, reducing them to nothing but shreds as she yowls in dismay.
“Don’t worry about the whole clothing thing. You get used to it surprisingly quick.” Josh said.
“He’s right, you know. Changing clothes every day as a human was such a hassle. But now I’ve only got one beautiful coat to worry about- isn’t that right my little fuzzy prince?” She pressed her head into Josh’s warm fur, purring contentedly. Danielle sits there on her forming haunches as she stares awkwardly at the pair nuzzling each other like the prom royal couple. “Is that the feline equivalent of making out?” she thought to herself in disgust.
Just then Brock padded over, already having completed his changes into a stunning leopard. Did... he always look that handsome? Or was she still in that weird meat-induced haze? He slowly jaunts up to her, smiling like a drunkard on a massive bender.
“Hey there Danielle, I just had the weirdest dream, we ate some weird food and turned into leopards and-” his eyes shot open as he noticed Danielle standing there in the body of an African leopard. He then turned towards his own body and walked around in a circle as he looked it over.
“ Uh,” he stammered, a little less certain. “That was a dream, right? Or I’m on some major drugs right now? Cause I feel like, really weird.”
“Hey there big guy.” Brock jumped sky-high as he frantically looked around for the source of the voice. Danielle could see Josh’s smug expression as he perched up on the rock.
“Yo furbrain. Up here.” Brock turned around, finally noticing the two snow leopards perched on the rock above them. He gave Danielle a confused look.
“What the hell? Am I trippin or did that snow leopard just talk?” Danielle honestly wasn’t entirely certain herself, she was hoping beyond hope that this was some sort of dream and at any moment she’d wake up comfortably in bed. But the feeling of wind blowing through her fur , as well as the pain of transforming, confirmed the worst. She struggled to find the proper words to convey the torrent of feelings that flooded her brain.
“ Um, I think so…?” she sputtered. Josh looked amused.
“I’m not ‘talking’ to you in a human sense.” Josh explained. “You can understand us because you’re cats. We’re cats too, so we can understand each other. And yes, this is very real, so you can get that thought out of your heads.” Danielle turned towards Brock, who’s face displayed the same expression she felt within her stomach. A mix of shock and bitter hopelessness.
How could this have gone so wrong? She’d thought they’d prepared for anything, but they fell for the stupidest trick in the book. A pile of meat in a Leopard exhibit. How the heck could they be so senseless? She collapsed on the soft soil, pawing aimlessly at the ground. A low rumble of displeasure escaped her throat. She wanted to cry, but no tears flowed from her eyes. Her body felt so unnatural, the lack of clothing felt wrong even with a coat of spotted leopard fur. Could this be her fate, how she was going to spend the rest of her life?
“I think I might like this.” To her surprise it was Brock that spoke. He was looking at her with a goofy smile on his face.
“What is wrong with you?” Danielle almost screamed. “ How could you be okay with this?” Brock padded over to her until he was staring intently into her face. His eyes were a warm golden brown, filled with a fierce gaze that Danielle had never seen before. He looked like a changed man, in more ways than one. He sighed.
“ Danielle, look at me. You know I’ve always wanted to be stronger, and all the countless hours in the gym I’ve devoted to making myself the strongest I could. But…” he paused. “ But now I’m stronger than I ever was, or ever could be. I’m more powerful than any man alive.”
“True that,” Josh purred from above. “I’ve heard that leopards can run up to 35 miles per hour and have the jaw strength to drag a gazelle carcass up a tree. We’re pretty incredible not gonna lie.” Danielle looked at Josh than over at Brock, trying desperately to win support.
“How can you just give up your humanity like this?” she yowled at Brock, who simply shrugged. “This zoo needs to be shut down! Shuttered! Demolished! We can’t have-”
“Sheeesh,” Josh interrupted, his tail swaying lazily above him. “You talk too much.You’ve got every material need taken care of and all you can do is complain. Don’t forget you broke into here first. You deserve a lot worse.” Danielle was speechless.
Her mind slowly processed the reality of her situation, the thoughts seeping through like syrup. She thought of being trapped in a cage, stuck in a box forever to live life as a hapless animal. She thought of her humanity being stripped away and replaced with fur and whiskers. She thought longingly of going home… but to what exactly?
Back home, where her dad constantly pressured her to make straight As to the point of starvation if she didn’t get good grades? Where she was enrolled in more extra-curricular activities than she could possibly handle let alone enjoy for the sole sake of college credit? Here she wouldn’t even have to go to college but would live life comfortable and happy, sheltered and fed to her heart’s content. No stress, no pressure, and no more all-night cram sessions for finals the next day. Best part of all, no student loans to pay off. She sighed before plopping down in a huff.
“I guess I could get used to this…. Maybe…” she murred as she drifted off to sleep, the transformation having completely exhausted her. Brock soon flopped on top of her, melting into a sea of spots and tawny fur. Soon purrs escaped from both of them as they drifted off into peaceful slumber.
Ethan was sleeping in his chair in the administration building when the call came in. He had borrowed his mother’s office for the night, a large, clean art-deco room with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the outdoor enclosures for the park’s veterinary clinic. Quite a nice space really. And the access code hadn’t been hard to figure out at all. CatsR2Cute. Ash was a brilliant scientist, but sucked with passwords. He had sent security off on some wild goose chase involving the meerkats and tinkered with the cameras. It was a perfect night for his mission. He was worried about trusting the job to amatuers given the stakes, but hopefully the call he was receiving validated his confidence. After all, he had made it all too easy for them. Nevertheless, he was shaking a bit as he picked up the phone.
“ Hello?” He spoke into a voice modulator, warping his true voice. He sounded like a Bond villain. He wasn’t sure if he liked or hated that fact.
“Uhm, mister contact guy? This is Brittney, we’ve accomplished our mission.” Her voice sounded exhausted, she was gasping between breaths. Ethan smiled, trying to ignore the pooling sweat circles underneath his armpits. He massaged his curly black hair as he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“Good. What Evidence did you collect?”
“Well, we took a lot of photos but I don’t know if there’s anything special in them. We also found these weird papers in a research building. Some sort of chemical recipe that involves animal genetics? Cecil says it’s not anything he’s seen before, and he’s been to state science competitions. I thought it would be interesting.”
“Excellent.” Ethan replied. It was exactly what he was looking for. “ Where are you now?”
“We’re in a deserted parking garage off Clermont. Everyone’s here… except for Danielle and Brock.” Ethan’s stomach tightened into a knot. Danielle was the editor-in-chief, and very diligent in her work. If she was missing, something had to have happened. His voice got a bit more frantic.
“Do you know what happened to them? Did they get away?” There was a brief pause on the other side.
“I- I don’t know.” There was a rising sense of panic in her voice, like she was realizing this at the same time Ethan was. “There-there was a pretty big rush to get in the car. Some security people found us I think. We were lucky to get out of there, we didn’t have time to wait for them. I really hope they made it out ok.” Ethan worriedly glanced outside, the blacks and blues of night slowly beginning to fade. They could still be out there, hiding in some bush or tree. But it would be another three hours before the park opened. And only two before the day shift employees started arriving. Including his mom.
“Where were they last?” Ethan asked. He decided he’d go looking for them himself. He’d told his mom he was at a friend’s for a sleepover, but he could probably fool the security into thinking he was there for a school project or something. Worst case scenario, he’d be sent home and Ash would figure out what he’d been up to.
“They were supposed to be investigating Big Cat Mountain. So when-” Ethan was already out the door before she could finish her sentence. He cursed to himself as he threw on a windbreaker he’d got from the souvenir shop and ducked out into the night. He knew what happened last time he was there. He’d lost a best friend. He hoped that he hadn’t just lost two classmates as well.
The crisp reds and oranges of dawn battled the receding night sky, giving the zoo an eerie glow as the first slips of light began to seep over the horizon. Ethan ran down the cobblestone paths towards Big Cat Mountain as fast as he could, huffing and puffing like he was trying to blow away a house of straw. An infinite number of possibilities ran through his head, each more discomforting than the last.
They’re okay and just hiding somewhere. I just need to find them.
They got caught by security. Maybe they’re down by the office or already on the way to the police station.
Ash somehow figured out my plan and thwarted it.
The last one lingered in his mind, shifting and rolling like pizza dough in his brain. How did she figure it out? The ideas flashed through his head as he ran. It was obvious that he’d try something, he’d been acting out ever since the incident with Josh. But he thought he’d kept his exact plan hidden from her. He’d only worked on it at school or late at night, when he was certain she was asleep. But maybe she was watching him like a predator stalking its prey. Using him to devote more victims to her sadistic cause.
“Please, please no, please no.” he stammered upon finally making it to the foot of the mountain, panting and wheezing. He cursed upon seeing the broken-down door. Gasping for breath, he made his way down the service tunnel, checking everywhere for clues as to their whereabouts. Nervously he made his way to the first exhibit door, the Tigers. Saying a quick prayer, he cautiously creaked open the door. Empty. He sighed with relief before making his way to the next empty exhibit, the future Cheetah enclosure. Empty. He sighed again. One more to go. The rest were already filled. Either they'd already left, were safe and hiding somewhere or they’d be behind this next door. He approached the door to the leopard exhibit. To his surprise this door had not been left untouched. He saw a small yellow square attached to the door. It was a taped note written on fancy gold stationery. He began to feel slightly uneasy as he read it.
Dearest Ethan,
Life is survival of the fittest. I always survive.
-G
Ethan put the note down, the pit growing larger in Ethan’s stomach. Who was “G”? And how did he know his name and where he was going to be? Who could’ve figured out his plan? He swallowed as he turned to face the heavy metal door. There was only one way he could go now, and that was forward. He grunted as he swung the door open.
His heart plummeted as two leopard heads immediately perked up to meet the newcomer. He was too late. He looked off to the side and saw a broken camera and a crowbar lying amongst a pile of shredded clothing. It only confirmed his fears. The zoo had claimed two more victims. But had Ash done it? Or somebody else?
He was pondering the situation when one of the leopards got up and crouched, the powerful muscles in its hind legs coiled like a lightning bolt about to strike. Ethan realized what was happening, but it was too little, too late.
The big cat was upon him before he could even take a step back towards the exit. Massive paws pushed into the small of his back, sending him flying into the ground. He spat out a mouthful of dirt, the leopard’s powerful front legs pinning him to the ground. Ethan shut his eyes, waiting to feel the Leopard’s 3-inch canines pierce his jugular. He knew he deserved it. A fitting end to be devoured by the friends he betrayed.
However, the searing pain never arrived. Instead he got a bundle of fur in his face as the leopard smooshed its head against Ethan’s. As Ethan tried not to gag on the fur, he felt a low rumbling from deep within the cat’s chest. He could feel the vibrations as he instinctively reached out to stroke his head and neck. When he brushed it it felt soft and fuzzy, a full and beautiful coat. But it was nuzzling him, showing no signs of anger. Rather, a warm and peaceful contentment seemed to emanate from the big cat.
<Hey look, it’s a human!> Brock chuffed as he rubbed his scent all over the new arrival. He smelled like outside, but now he smelled like Brock. It was fascinating exploring new scents. Danielle padded up, a suspicious look on her face.
< What’s a human doing here? > she asked, tilting her head in curiosity. <Wait, is that Ethan?>
<You know him?>
<He goes to our school. He’s kind of a loser though. I never saw him much.>
< He smells fine to me. >
< Everything smells great to you. >
< But he smells like a nice person. Hasn’t showered in a couple days though. >
< How do you know what a nice person smells like? >
< Good point. Now he smells like Brock. >
Ethan sat there wide-eyed as the leopards in front of him let out a chorus of growls, chuffs, and mewls, all seemingly directed at each other. He couldn’t understand any of it but it’s almost like they were… communicating. A jolt of excitement shot through his body.
“Hey, can you guys hear me?” Immediately the two leopards turned towards him, and he could look into their glistening golden eyes.
< Hey, did that human - er- Ethan just talk? > Brock asked, lifting his head in confusion.
< Obviously, you nimrod. He wants to know if we can understand him. >
< Isn’t that kinda weird? Why would he think we understand him? >
< Hmm, good point. Does he know we’re people? >
< I don’t know, but let’s say yes, maybe he’ll tell us more. >
Ethan felt a pang of joy as the two leopards nodded in agreement. Or at least as best as a feline can nod. This had to be Danielle and Brock, and if they were still there… maybe Josh’s consciousness is somehow alive, trapped in the form of a snow leopard? He stood up, watching the leopards as they pressed their heads against his thighs. For cats, they sure seemed happy…
He swallowed as he asked the question that had been plaguing his mind for months.
“I know it’s a bit sudden… but do you enjoy being leopards?” A brief look of confusion appeared on their muzzles, followed by a long, drawn out silence. Then both leopards nodded, nuzzling his legs. Ethan was dumbfounded, but also relieved on a grand scale. They understood him. They understood and were content with their life. But would Josh forgive what he’d done? Was his friend still even in there?
Both of them suddenly froze and crouched in a defensive position, growling at Ethan. Or rather behind him. Ethan stopped, a confused look on his face. Until he saw a flash of bright red, the tranquilizer darts nestled within their pelts. He whipped around just as both of the leopards flopped to the ground, unconscious.
“What the hell?” Ethan asked, glancing towards the metal entrance to the exhibit. The one that he had left open. Two figures were standing there, both of them holding empty tranquilizer guns. One of them was a latino in his mid-thirties, dressed in the navy blue garb of the park’s security personnel. He had a tattoo of a snake and a cross on his neck, and several more on his hands. And he was built like a rhinoceros. The other man he recognized. Max Hazel, one of the park’s senior managers. He was dressed in a gray armani suit that cost more than most zoo employees made in a month. In his other hand he was carrying a gray metal briefcase, like the one used to carry large sums of money. Or bomb codes. He was grinning sadistically through his neatly trimmed white goatee. Most zoo employees called him “The snake” because of his questionable business ethics before getting hired. He was the CEO of a floundering vacuum company when he abandoned ship to join the Wildworld Executive board, laundering millions in the process. Of course, he was never convicted of it. Mr. Hazel was Ethan’s least favorite amongst the park’s management, and something told him he wasn’t here to improve their friendship.
“Good morning Ethan,” even his voice sounded like the hissing of a snake. “I suppose you’re wondering why we’re here.” He laughed, as if he knew some big secret. Ethan swallowed, the unease beginning to rise into panic.
“N-no, I don’t. You have no right to be here.” He tried not to shiver, show weakness. His experience with animals knew that predators could smell fear in their prey. And that’s when they went in for the kill. Max simply laughed, his eyes like a vulture’s. Mr. Hazel might know more about vacuum cleaners than animals, but he has the instincts of a hunter.
“I decide who has the right to be here. And right now, you are not on that list.” He paused, wiping his mouth with his suit cuff.
“But that’s besides the point. You’ve been very naughty tonight, and I have the privilege of punishing you. You went beyond the line, and the bosses are very unhappy.”
“ What are you talking about? I’m just here for a school project.” His voice cracked as he spoke, it always did when he lied. And he was a terrible liar.
“ You want to play canary and sing our secrets to the media.” Mr. Hazel spat. “You invited several of your newspaper friends to come visit our friendly zoo here tonight, with the intention of defaming and destroying our precious sanctuary. You want to end the scientific breakthroughs that help so many endangered species reintroduce their populations. Breakthroughs, may I add, that were pioneered by your mother.” He had a pompous expression as he said the words. “Surely you don’t want to undo what your mother worked so hard to create.”
“ My mother wants to improve the lives of both humans and animals!” Ethan cried out., his voice rising as he filled with rage. “But you and your goons see nothing but dollar signs hanging on strings! It is YOU who undo my mother’s work!” Internally, Ethan was shocked at the words that came out of his own mouth. Why was he so vehemently defending her?
“ Oh, and by the way...” Mr. Hazel replied, putting his index finger up like he’d just remembered something. “... the rest of your moronic friends are now in the loving hands of our patron. He’ll find an appropriate consequence for them. Don’t worry, though, they’re still human… for now.” He snickered like this was some hilarious joke.
Ethan was speechless. He sank to his knees, the air rushing out of his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. Not only had he ruined his own life, he had ruined the lives of his friends. Everything had gone wrong. Oh so horribly wrong. He thought back to when he was arguing with his mom over what had happened to Josh. Something she had said.
“ He will learn to forgive once he realizes what you’ve done for him. Once he sees the true nature of his former species.” And right then and there, as Mr. Hazel laughed, Ethan saw it. The levels that humanity could sink to. The dark and twisted actions that even a man in his right mind can take. And it made him sick to the stomach to think that they were the same species.
“ I’m sure you were wondering how we found you so fast.” Ethan was barely listening, his mind a thousand miles away. Mr. Hazel ignored him. He was relishing the moment.
“ It was simple, really. You must have told one of your friends about what we were doing here, perhaps in an effort to rally them to your cause. Well, a certain social media account publicized some rather… specific concerns about the ethics of our organization. It didn’t gain much traction, but of course we took notice. We traced the circle of associates back to you, and set up a ring network of real and digital spies to monitor you and your friend’s behavior.
One of our associates followed you from your house to the zoo, and we were called. Our people moved in, and you know the rest.”
“B-but they called me and said they had escaped.” Ethan moaned, filling with despair. The enemy had him the entire time. There was no chance of success.
“She had a gun to her head the entire time.” He grinned at the thought. “ A very good performance, I must say. She’s in the local theater program, correct?”
Ethan gritted his teeth and said nothing. He knew Mr. Hazel was a douche but didn’t know he was an absolute monster.
“You see, money always wins.” he smiled, opening up the metal briefcase. He took out a single red hypodermic needle. Ethan’s eyes went wide and he turned to run, but was quickly tackled by Tattoos. His arms were wrenched behind his back as he was forced onto his knees. He cried out in pain. This only made Mr. Hazel laugh harder.
“ I hate you nature punks. You act all sunshine and flowers and forget the only true law of nature. Survival of the fittest. The weak are cast aside into the garbage heaps of history. And I’m about to give you a first hand experience of that lesson.” He held up the syringe, the long, sharp needle sparking in the rising sunlight.
“You’ve always been a pest, you know that? I’ve had a grudge against you for a loong time. And you don’t have your mother here to protect you anymore. So I’m going to turn you into one of mother’s precious animals. “ Max snarled, his face twisted into a look of disgust. Ethan struggled, but he was no physical match for tattoos.
“ A big cat’s too good for ya. I think you’ll make a good lizard. Like…” He paused. “Like one of those really tiny green ones. “ He licked his lips, and Ethan’s eyes went wide with fear. Max was beyond reason. He was demonic, absolutely crazy.
As Mr. Hazel started towards him, Ethan thought back to the final moments of Josh’s lingering humanity, the shock and horror in his eyes as Ethan turned his back on him. He could vividly recall the stiffening claws scratching at the grate as he begged for Ethan to save him, tears in his eyes as he winced from the pain. Looking at the needle he knew would administer the same fate, he couldn’t help but wonder if his own eyes now shared that expression. In the back of his mind, a soft voice whispered in his subconscious, growing louder and louder even as he struggled violently to break Tattoo’s hold on him.
You deserve this.
You deserve this for what you’ve done.
Mr. Hazel is right.
We’re all animals at heart, scratching and clawing each other’s hearts out for a single piece of meat.
And your best friend paid the price.
If Josh was watching you right now, he’d be laughing.
The voices grew louder and louder, and Ethan finally surrendered to them. They were right. It was what he deserved. He had done it to others and now it was his turn. As they rolled up his sleeve and dubbed with rubbing alcohol, Ethan held out his arm willingly. His eyes filled up with tears. He wished Josh could see him in this moment, and know how sorry he was. Know that he would soon share the same fate. Know that his former friend got what he deserved.
One moment, Max was standing there, ready to seal Ethan’s fate with a sadistic grin. Then a gray blur, a rush of wind, and suddenly there was air where Mr. Hazel had once stood. Ethan blinked several times, trying to process what he saw. Another rush of hair, behind him. Tattoo’s gone. What the hell was that?
Ethan sat frozen on his knees for several seconds, too shocked and scared to move. When the feeling returned to his hands, he moved them hesitantly, as if Tattoo will suddenly come back and encase them in an even tighter grip. No, he’s definitely gone. Syringe is on the floor. Where’s Max?
He turned his head to the right and his eyes popped out of his head at what he saw.
Max was splayed out on the floor, unconscious, a handgun inches away from his outstretched hand. Small puddles of blood were beginning to stain his Armani suit. And sitting on top of him, playfully batting his face with a furry paw, was a snow leopard. He looked further back and saw a second snow leopard on top of Tattoos, growling at him as it bared its sharp fangs.
Suddenly the snow leopard on top of Max turned and looked at him, and Ethan instantly recognized him. His heart turned to ice as he struggled to form words, emotions. His mouth was agape, but nothing came out but the tears from his eyes.
“ Why..?” was all he could choke out. The snow leopard cocked its head before gingerly padding over to Ethan. He balanced himself on his haunches before draping his front paws over Ethan’s shoulders, throwing his weight against Ethan’s own. He brushed up his muzzle against Ethan’s face, giving the best answer he could. A long, rumbling purr that vibrated from his chest up to his throat. Ethan wrapped his arms around Josh’s torso, burying his face and hands in the thick, luxurious fur. It felt so warm and soft, and Ethan never wanted to let go. He never wanted the moment to end, to just let himself sink into the soft pelt and have all his worries taken away.
But all good things come to an end, and they separated, Josh settling back onto all fours and Ethan slowly standing up. He watches the other snow leopard, it must be Abigail, walk up to him and gently lick his ear. The pair nuzzle before beginning to groom the other, silently picking apart dirt and grim from the other’s fur with sandpaper-like tongues.
Ethan watched the two with fascination. It really seemed like they were adjusting quite well to this life. But he had more to say.
“Josh…” he began as soon as they had finished. Immediately he looks up at him and mewls curiously.
“ I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for what happened. It was a terrible act as a friend. I should have asked you first.”
Josh smiles and chuffs happily. Then he cocks his head and nods towards Abigail, a mischievous glint in his eyes. For a second Ethan understands exactly what his best friend is saying.
“Well yeah you moron, but I finally got a girlfriend. Even if she is a snow leopard.”
Special thanks to Arishipshape for helping edit
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A Hairy Situation (feral Leopard tf )
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Danielle ignored Brittiney’s hushed whispers as the group approached the menacing metal gate. Shrouded by the darkness of night it looked like the entrance to a haunted house. The silence was eerie, seemingly enveloping the five of them like a blanket as they crept forward in hushed breaths. Danielle pushed aside the pit in her stomach and tried to appear confident.
“Are you kidding me? If our contact was right, this could be the story of a lifetime.” She thought back to when she had first received the anonymous tip describing strange disappearances regarding the park. Customers who went in and never came out, employees who never came home from work, it seemed like the stuff of mystery novels. And it was happening right under her nose. Of course she was going to look into it.
Pulling her scarf up, she reached the keypad, an old rusted thing that was probably recovered from the wreckage of the Titanic. Holding her breath, she typed in the six-digit code they had given her before quickly drawing back towards the others. Her heart pounded in her head as she waited for what she was certain would be a flurry of alarms and armed security personnel raining down upon them like a tsunami.
They waited for what seemed like an eternity, before finally the door clicked as the mechanism unlocked. Danielle and the others let out a hurricane-sized sigh of relief. Their contact had been reliable. The path inside was wide open.
However, the constant feeling of dread remained even after they all entered through the thick gate and ventured into a cloister of unmarked service buildings. They were really nothing more than sheets of metal plastered together into makeshift storage units, but in the dark they looked like medieval dungeons waiting to trap those who ventured where they shouldn’t.
“I-I don’t like this.” Brittany said softly, clutching her notepad to her chest. “M-Maybe we should leave.”
“And miss the story of the century?” Danielle whispered angrily. Despite being out in the open air everyone felt the need to speak only in whispers. “If we can bag some concrete evidence about the mysterious disappearances our school newspaper will be world famous. We’ll be world famous.” she paused for effect, letting that thought sink in.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Brock chuckled, smacking his palm with the metal crowbar he’d brought. He wrapped a thick, burly arm around Brittany, leaning in close. “Anyone comes, and I whack ‘em with this bad boy.” Brittany grimaced at the idea.
“Shut it, you two.” Cecil turned towards them, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. “We’re on a mission here, and it would be great if you two weren’t parading around like an all-percussion marching band.”
“I agree,” Danielle added. “Let’s focus on our assignments. Everyone ready?”
They had picked out their targets beforehand, places that were most likely to yield information. Countless planning sessions had involved them pouring over maps of the park, tracing and practicing their routes. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“All right, then. Meet back here at 5 am so we can leave before the first morning shift. Gather any evidence you can.” she paused, trying to bear the weight of what she was about to say. “And if anyone gets caught, they take all the blame. There’s no need to implicate all of us in this.” Everyone nodded again, but the mood was somber. This wasn’t some fancy spy movie. If they were caught, they could go to real-life prison.
They split up, Danielle heading with Brock into the main park. They stuck to the shadows, creeping as silently as possible along the edges of the stucco facades of the buildings. Danielle shuddered as she crept through the lifeless streets. The smiling animal decorations and exotic fauna completely inverted on itself, converting the park into a nightmarish hellscape where darkness replaced light. The cartoon propups of Lions and Wolves that had once smiled upon customers now looked sinister and demonic, dark beady eyes and wild grins daring them to advance further. Danielle gulped but pressed on, the pit in her stomach steadily growing. She could see Brock pressing forwards beside her, crowbar in hand ready to strike. He kept a stern expression but Danielle knew that he had the jitters too. He was a bit too jumpy in his movements, swinging around at the slightest noise.
And there was a lot of noise. Nighttime was when many of the zoo’s residents were at their most active, so the air was constantly filled with howls, whoops, and yelps, setting the duo on constant edge. They moved about a foot per minute, as something was always setting them off, causing them to freeze in place like a deer in headlights.
“That’s just the coyotes”, Danielle reassured Brock as an ear-splitting howl broke through the still night sky. She whipped her camera towards the sound but as usual there were only shadows, locked in an illusionary dance. It’s as if the zoo was mocking her. It was making her a nervous wreck.
“Yeah, yeah, the coyotes.” Brock agreed, glancing nervously towards the sound. What could go wrong here? Worst case scenario he gets caught and winds up back at juvie. His parents would have to bail him out again, and he’d get yelled at of course, but it wouldn’t be a big deal. Right?
Yet as Brock stalked through the shadowy pathways clutching his crowbar, worst case scenarios swam through his mind like fish. Every R-rated horror movie he had innocently watched at parties was now bubbling up from his subconscious. But he brushed those thoughts aside. He was, besides being a reporter for the school newspaper, the captain of the varsity wrestling team. Nobody would mess with them while he’s on watch.
Inch by inch, they crept towards the massive structure looming ominously over the darkened park. Big Cat mountain, the park’s postcard attraction and their ultimate target. According to the tip, most of the disappearances were centered around the park’s feature landmark. So she had decided to investigate that area personally. Camera in hand, she strode towards the central plaza where the paths branched into a loop around the mountain. Stretched out in front of them was the lion exhibit, announcing its grandeur to all who entered. Out of curiosity, she walked up to the glass railing and peered into the enclosure, Brock following closely behind her.
The exhibit, like the others, was lit up far more than the rest of the park, strobe lights illuminating the swaying grass and smooth rocks for the cats to sleep on. But big cats were more active at night, and the regal male lion pawing around his enclosure was no different. She gasped as she watched his lithe muscular form move gracefully around the exhibit, tail twisting like a serpent as he marked his territory. Every time she came to the zoo the lion was always splayed out motionlessly on one of the rocks. But now he was active and on the prowl. It really was a sight to see. She couldn’t help but take a few pictures with the camera, prompting an exasperated look from Brock.
“Come on, we gotta move.” he huffed.
“ But this is a great photo opportunity!” she whispered excitedly. “ How often does a chance to photograph big cats at night come along?” Brock rolled his eyes. Just then the lion turned towards them and let out an ear-splitting roar. Danielle’s eyes glimmered with excitement, but Brock was not impressed.
“ We have to be as quick as possible, right? Your words, not mine,” he said, and Danielle winced. She had warned against distractions before they came here, and now she wasn’t following her own advice. As editor in chief, she needed to set a better example.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. Let’s get going.” Feeling a bit disappointed, she continued around the mountain with Brock. She looked at each exhibit as they passed by with increasing fascination. The Cougars were wrestling with each other, darting amongst the craggy rocks and tree branches scattered about their enclosures. The pair of Jaguars were doing… something in the brush towards the back of the exhibit. She decided to give them some privacy. They then passed the recently completed snow leopard habitat and its two new residents. One of them looked up at them as they passed by, ears piqued in interest. Its head tilted slightly as its tail twitched. It was almost as if it knew they weren’t supposed to be here…
“Ok, I found the service door.” Brock stated, snapping Danielle out of her trance. The cold metal door was tucked behind a bamboo thicket, meant to be hidden to customers. In the dark it was nearly impossible to see. Fortunately they had studied the park’s layout intensively beforehand, otherwise they would have been searching for hours.
“Ok, so the code the note told us to enter was-” suddenly the door clattered to the ground with a metallic clang. Startled, Danielle looked up and saw Brock standing in the doorway wielding the crowbar.
“What? I really wanted to use this thing.” Brock smiled sheepishly.
“You idiot! Now we’re adding property damage charges if we get caught.” Danielle hissed through her scarf. “ And now they’ll definitely know someone’s been snooping around.”
“Relax,” Brock grinned. “We’ll have this place closed by morning.” Danielle grumbled something about discipline as she stepped over the ruins of the door and entered the foreboding service hallway. Flickering exposed lightbulbs struggled to keep the tunnel more lit than the night outside, but only partly succeeded. The tunnel was bordered by countless pipes and wiring leading in every imaginable direction. The silent hum of the machinery bounced off the walls and pipes in an acoustic echo. She winced as she stepped in a puddle, splashing water all over her black pants.
“All right, I think it’s safe to talk in here.” she breathed out a long sigh which was buried under the din of the machinery. “Let’s branch out and search for clues.” Brock nodded and stalked off down the hallway. He looked like an elephant trying to do ballet as he waltzed out of sight. Secrecy was not his strong suit. Danielle looked away, turning her focus towards the pipes running up and down the hallway, dripping various liquid elements onto the concrete floor.
“I wonder what all these pipes could be for” she observed, jotting something down in her notepad. She didn’t know the inner workings of a zoo, but anything that looks suspicious had to be investigated. And everything looked suspicious.
She took numerous pictures as she made her way down the hall, stopping every couple of feet to document something new. The pit in her stomach grew as she worked. Everything seemed so unfamiliar, like something out of a sci-fi novel or horror game. How was she supposed to collect evidence if she didn’t even know what she was looking for?
Finally she came to a door, slightly ajar as if inviting her in. Bold white letters read “Leopard” on the front of the door. “Must be the entrance to the new leopard exhibit.” she mused, taking another picture. Leopards were her favorite animals, but that exhibit hadn’t opened yet. She pulled the door open further, which was surprisingly heavy. It led into a darkened room right out of a horror game, with concrete walls and a floor littered with sharp construction materials. It was accentuated by the pervasive stench of rotting meat emanating from an unknown source. She felt her heart fall into her stomach as she entered the musty room, cautiously stepping so as to make minimal noise. What if a leopard was inside, crouched in a shadowy corner eyeing her every move with its golden, crystalline eyes? She shuddered at the thought before dismissing it. There are no animals here. This exhibit isn’t even open yet.
Suddenly she crouched down as she spotted a trail of muddy footprints leading into one of the corners of the room. They were heavy, large, and quite fresh from the look of it. She perked up, excited yet shaking with fear as she examined them. There was someone else here. Who? Why? Could they be linked to the disappearances? Was she about to be “next”? She looked up, eyes darting about the room. She could only see about fifteen to twenty feet in front of her, maybe fifty with her phone’s built-in flashlight. Someone could easily be waiting in ambush for her. She decided it would be best to leave, but as she stood up, one of the shadows moved. Silently she watched it as it circled around towards the door, blocking her exit. She stumbled backwards, knocking over a can of paint. The shadow disappeared for a second, and Danielle was about to make a break for it when suddenly the shadow reappeared, right in front of her. A jolt surged through her body like a lightning bolt.
“AHHHH!” She shrieked, slipping on the paint can and tumbling to the floor with a thud. The shadow suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, and Danielle shined the light into his face.
“Man, I got you good.” Brock choked out in between fits of hysterics. Danielle dusted herself off with a huff. “Rawr, I’m a leopard. I hunt stupid human prey. They not see me coming. Stupid girl make easy prey for leopard.” He made a playful swipe at Danielle.
“It’s not funny, Brock. You really scared me.”
“Aw, come on! There’s nobody here!” He made a dopey shrug before pulling Danielle back to her feet.
“There could be, we don’t know. And besides, what if you broke the camera?”
“Come on, live a little.” Brock whined, his eyes like a sad puppy’s. “Might as well relieve some of the stress, you know?” He rubbed his hand through her hair playfully.
“Just shut up,” Danielle snapped, “this is hard enough as it is. Just start looking for evidence.”
“Oh yeah, that reminds me. I found this.” Danielle’s nose was immediately bombarded with the intoxicating stench of raw meat. Brock was holding up a giant slab right in front of her face. It had a steak-like appearance, but something seemed off about it.
“I bet that’s what they feed the leopards” Brock mused. “ That’s gotta be a lot of protein.”
“But there aren’t any leopards here.” Danielle speculated, investigating the slab of meat. It was certainly… fresh. “Why would they put a giant chunk of meat in a pen with no leopards? Where’d this even come from?”
The solid concrete floors slowly turned into soft grass as Brock led her outside into the darkened Leopard enclosure. The exhibit was filled with the shadowy outlines of craggy rocks and droves of tree branches for the leopards to climb. She knew that any leopard would be very lucky to live here, likely never to want for food, shelter, or things to explore. Brock led her over to a mossy corner, where there sat a fresh, steaming pile of fresh, rare meat. There had to be at least 25 pounds of it sitting there.
“What the heck?” Danielle asked. “Why is all this meat just sitting here?”
“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you eat it.” Brock said, a mischievous look on his face.
“Are you joking? That’s like twenty pounds of salmonella!” Danielle retorted. “Who knows where that stuff has been? You probably shouldn’t even be touching it.” Brock laughed.
“No no, just take a bite. The protein’s good for you.” He picked up a goopy pile of what looked like intestines. “Here, I’ll go first.”
Danielle watched in shock as Brock sank his teeth into the pile of meat, tore off a small chunk, and gulped it down. “Ah, he exclaimed, rubbing his belly. “A delicious midnight snack!”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Danielle yelled as Brock took another bite, swallowing the whole handful he had taken save for a few entrails that hung from his fingers. Brock looked back up apologetically.
“I’m sorry, but this stuff is actually pretty good.” He took out another handful. “It tastes like steak, but it’s way more juicy.”
“I can see that,” she observed, noting the steady stream of juices dribbling down his chin onto his letterman jacket and jeans. “You’re fricking disgusting, you know that?”
“I also need my protein.” he said through a mouthful of meat. “ A bodybuilder’s always looking for his next muscle meal.” He lifted up a small steak-sized portion, offering it to Danielle. “ Just fricking try it. It’s like, seriously good. You won’t regret it.”
Danielle sighed, taking Brock’s “offering”. Truth be told, the smell had completely enveloped her mind with visions of burgers and steak dinners, and she was a bit hungry as a result. She tore off a tiny chunk with her hands and hesitantly put it into her mouth.
It was like an explosion had occurred on her tongue, wrapping it in the most rich, juiciest flavors she had ever experienced. She chewed it slowly, partly because her teeth had a hard time breaking it down, but partly to absorb it, roll it around in her tongue and suck every molecule of flavor she could. It tasted so… meaty. Why did she find that so delightful? And why was she so hungry now?
“Oh frick, this is delicious.” She tore off another chunk. “Where the heck has this been all my life?” Her brain and her stomach battled for control as she lifted up the glop of meat to her nose. The smell enveloped her mind, slowly overwriting common sense. The justifications began flooding her mind, each one more rational than the last.
Come on, it’s not going to kill you.
It tastes amazing.
Brock is doing it.
Just one more bite won’t hurt.
She felt a wave of heat envelop her body as she took another bite. Somehow it tasted even better than the first helping. She was unaware that as she slowly chewed a series of changes were beginning to course across her body. Her teeth grew sharper in her mouth, designed for a carnivorous diet. All she noticed was that she was getting much better at ripping the meat apart from the pile, shredding it into bite-sized chunks before swallowing. At the same time, spotted fur was slowly beginning to cover her lower stomach and back, yellow spots with white on the belly. She was ignorant of this, however, as she tore off more chunks and devoured them with ravenous tenacity. She was starving now, her stomach churning like a factory, and the taste of meat was too appealing to ignore.
She threw her camera on the ground with a clatter and focused solely on the food in front of her. She could think of nothing else, the feral want overrode her resistance. Her mind was in a haze, unaware of her body slowly changing on the molecular level.
Thousands of hairs erupted from her pores as a spotted pelt began to eat up at her skin. Her nose and mouth began to push out into a feline muzzle, with a triangular nose and split lip. Sensitive new whiskers sprung to life, twitching subconsciously. Her jaws grew into the powerful jaws of a Leopard, capable of severing arteries and snapping necks in one bite. She failed to notice this gradual change, only her increasing ease in devouring her meal.
She continued to rip off chunks with her hands, but she wasn’t eating fast enough to satisfy her expanding stomach. She gave up the pretense of using her hands and got down onto her hands and knees, ripping at the entrails with her new razor-sharp fangs. She used her hands to balance herself as her neck and chest swelled with muscle, absorbing her shoulders and upper arms in the process. Her black coat and pants struggled to retain their stitching as her upper body and legs began to swell into a form not meant to be clothed. Her ears grew rounder and migrated to the top of her head, sending a vast new array of sounds to her brain. Still she continued to scarf down the pile of food, which was now sizeably smaller than when she found it.
She only stopped her ravenous display of hunger when she heard a distinct ripping sound in her pants and turned around to see a furry Leopard’s tail begin to snake its way out into the air. Instantly the haze in her mind vanished as she snapped back to reality.
“What the hell?” she blurted out to nobody in particular. “What the heck is happening to me?” The panic arose in her voice as she chased her tail around in a circle, awestruck with disbelief. She could feel it… the wind against its fur, the muscles swaying as they constantly adjusted her balance. She shouldn’t have it, shouldn’t be feeling this feeling… what was wrong with her? She cried out in a panic, the noise coming out like a howl rather than a human cry.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out.” The voice came out of nowhere, Danielle’s ears instantly picking up the sound. Up. The sound came from above. Danielle had barely enough time to admire her ear’s newfound precision when the voice spoke again.
“You know, for reporters you guys are a bunch of idiots. Eating random food lying on the ground like animals and not expecting to become one.” Danielle finally looked up and located the source of the mysterious voice. It was surprisingly easy as her new Leopard eyes made night vision effortless.
A snow leopard sat atop a rock bordering her enclosure, separated by a mesh wire wall that broke up the two exhibits. He had poked his head and front half through a small hole in the mesh wire that separated the exhibits. Probably a construction error. Danielle could almost swear she saw a smirk on his face. With a gasp she recognized him as the snow leopard from earlier.
“W-what the hell?” she asked incredulously, craning her neck upwards. “Y-you guys can talk?” The snow leopard stopped licking his paw and stared down at her condescendingly.
“You still don’t get it, do you? You’re turning into a ******* cat.” He paused, his frozen blue eyes burning a hole into her.
“ I assume you were trying to figure out where all the disappearing guests went, and guess what, here you go. You figured it out. Now here’s a metaphorical round of applause.”
He sarcastically tapped his front paw on the rock, the claws making a repetitive clicking sound. Danielle recoiled back in shock, the memories flooding into her brain. She lifted up her hand to see her perfectly manicured nails fall out, replaced by hooked, wicked claws meant for tearing into flesh. How could she have done this? How could this have gone so wrong? How could she have been so… stupid?
“It was Brock’s fault!” She said the first thing that came to her mind. She felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over her as she glanced over at Brock. He was ravenously tearing away at the meat with feral enthusiasm, still unaware of the changes that had gripped his body. He was on all fours, his arms and legs already having shifted into a permanently quadrupedal alignment. His jacket and shirt had cracked and torn in its effort to contain his growing form, and his pants had already been reduced to tatters by the emergence of powerful feline haunches. His tail swished contentedly behind him like a flag blowing in the wind. His face and jawline had taken on a feline form and structure, but the fur had not yet consumed his face. Danielle gasped in horror upon seeing her friend like this, which apparently amused the snow leopard.
“ Yeeeahhh, you two are going to be stuck here a looonnng time. Just ask the rest of the animals here.” the snow leopard chuffed in a mocking tone. She looked back up at him, and saw him smiling mischievously at her. “But since we’re going to be roommates, I think I’ll introduce myself. I’m Josh.” He murred politely. Something clicked in Danielle’s brain.
“Wait, like Josh from school? The kid that went missing a month ago?” She asked, incredulous. Was this what was happening to the missing guests? They were being turned into zoo animals? It sounded like something out of a Goosebumps novel. But she couldn’t deny the fur covering every last inch of her body. Josh murred in agreement.
“You found me.” he laughed. “Although there’s not much you can do about it now.” Instinctively Danielle reached out for her camera, but to her dismay she found herself unable to grasp the device with her stiffening handpaws. She could only watch as her thumbs receded into her callousing hands, leathery pads forming on her palms. Perfect for silent stalking. She broke down into tears.
“T-this can’t be happening,” she sobbed, pawing at her head, as if she was trying to remove the fur growing there. She only succeeded in dusting her auburn hair off of her scalp, which fell to the floor in clumps. She stared, mortified at her illustrious locks piled on the ground.
“H-hey, it’s not that bad…” the snow leopard reassured, his voice taking on a concerned tone. “ They’ll feed you here, give you a really comfy place to sleep on lazy afternoons…” he paused, musing for a bit. “... although your sleep schedule becomes really screwed up. You get all bouncy at night and have the constant urge to pounce on your own tail. Then sleep through the entire day while the sun’s shining in your face…” He caught himself and turned back towards Danielle, his fangs exposed in a feline smile.
“ But they’ll take pretty good care of you, and all you’ve gotta do is soak it up and pose for a couple photos. You’ll even get a companion to...hang out with.” He smiled in a sultry manner, and right on cue a female snow leopard bounded on top of the rock and nuzzled Josh before she gazed down at her. Danielle shuffled back as she felt her body finally overpower her clothing, reducing them to nothing but shreds as she yowls in dismay.
“Don’t worry about the whole clothing thing. You get used to it surprisingly quick.” Josh said.
“He’s right, you know. Changing clothes every day as a human was such a hassle. But now I’ve only got one beautiful coat to worry about- isn’t that right my little fuzzy prince?” She pressed her head into Josh’s warm fur, purring contentedly. Danielle sits there on her forming haunches as she stares awkwardly at the pair nuzzling each other like the prom royal couple. “Is that the feline equivalent of making out?” she thought to herself in disgust.
Just then Brock padded over, already having completed his changes into a stunning leopard. Did... he always look that handsome? Or was she still in that weird meat-induced haze? He slowly jaunts up to her, smiling like a drunkard on a massive bender.
“Hey there Danielle, I just had the weirdest dream, we ate some weird food and turned into leopards and-” his eyes shot open as he noticed Danielle standing there in the body of an African leopard. He then turned towards his own body and walked around in a circle as he looked it over.
“ Uh,” he stammered, a little less certain. “That was a dream, right? Or I’m on some major drugs right now? Cause I feel like, really weird.”
“Hey there big guy.” Brock jumped sky-high as he frantically looked around for the source of the voice. Danielle could see Josh’s smug expression as he perched up on the rock.
“Yo furbrain. Up here.” Brock turned around, finally noticing the two snow leopards perched on the rock above them. He gave Danielle a confused look.
“What the hell? Am I trippin or did that snow leopard just talk?” Danielle honestly wasn’t entirely certain herself, she was hoping beyond hope that this was some sort of dream and at any moment she’d wake up comfortably in bed. But the feeling of wind blowing through her fur , as well as the pain of transforming, confirmed the worst. She struggled to find the proper words to convey the torrent of feelings that flooded her brain.
“ Um, I think so…?” she sputtered. Josh looked amused.
“I’m not ‘talking’ to you in a human sense.” Josh explained. “You can understand us because you’re cats. We’re cats too, so we can understand each other. And yes, this is very real, so you can get that thought out of your heads.” Danielle turned towards Brock, who’s face displayed the same expression she felt within her stomach. A mix of shock and bitter hopelessness.
How could this have gone so wrong? She’d thought they’d prepared for anything, but they fell for the stupidest trick in the book. A pile of meat in a Leopard exhibit. How the heck could they be so senseless? She collapsed on the soft soil, pawing aimlessly at the ground. A low rumble of displeasure escaped her throat. She wanted to cry, but no tears flowed from her eyes. Her body felt so unnatural, the lack of clothing felt wrong even with a coat of spotted leopard fur. Could this be her fate, how she was going to spend the rest of her life?
“I think I might like this.” To her surprise it was Brock that spoke. He was looking at her with a goofy smile on his face.
“What is wrong with you?” Danielle almost screamed. “ How could you be okay with this?” Brock padded over to her until he was staring intently into her face. His eyes were a warm golden brown, filled with a fierce gaze that Danielle had never seen before. He looked like a changed man, in more ways than one. He sighed.
“ Danielle, look at me. You know I’ve always wanted to be stronger, and all the countless hours in the gym I’ve devoted to making myself the strongest I could. But…” he paused. “ But now I’m stronger than I ever was, or ever could be. I’m more powerful than any man alive.”
“True that,” Josh purred from above. “I’ve heard that leopards can run up to 35 miles per hour and have the jaw strength to drag a gazelle carcass up a tree. We’re pretty incredible not gonna lie.” Danielle looked at Josh than over at Brock, trying desperately to win support.
“How can you just give up your humanity like this?” she yowled at Brock, who simply shrugged. “This zoo needs to be shut down! Shuttered! Demolished! We can’t have-”
“Sheeesh,” Josh interrupted, his tail swaying lazily above him. “You talk too much.You’ve got every material need taken care of and all you can do is complain. Don’t forget you broke into here first. You deserve a lot worse.” Danielle was speechless.
Her mind slowly processed the reality of her situation, the thoughts seeping through like syrup. She thought of being trapped in a cage, stuck in a box forever to live life as a hapless animal. She thought of her humanity being stripped away and replaced with fur and whiskers. She thought longingly of going home… but to what exactly?
Back home, where her dad constantly pressured her to make straight As to the point of starvation if she didn’t get good grades? Where she was enrolled in more extra-curricular activities than she could possibly handle let alone enjoy for the sole sake of college credit? Here she wouldn’t even have to go to college but would live life comfortable and happy, sheltered and fed to her heart’s content. No stress, no pressure, and no more all-night cram sessions for finals the next day. Best part of all, no student loans to pay off. She sighed before plopping down in a huff.
“I guess I could get used to this…. Maybe…” she murred as she drifted off to sleep, the transformation having completely exhausted her. Brock soon flopped on top of her, melting into a sea of spots and tawny fur. Soon purrs escaped from both of them as they drifted off into peaceful slumber.
Ethan was sleeping in his chair in the administration building when the call came in. He had borrowed his mother’s office for the night, a large, clean art-deco room with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the outdoor enclosures for the park’s veterinary clinic. Quite a nice space really. And the access code hadn’t been hard to figure out at all. CatsR2Cute. Ash was a brilliant scientist, but sucked with passwords. He had sent security off on some wild goose chase involving the meerkats and tinkered with the cameras. It was a perfect night for his mission. He was worried about trusting the job to amatuers given the stakes, but hopefully the call he was receiving validated his confidence. After all, he had made it all too easy for them. Nevertheless, he was shaking a bit as he picked up the phone.
“ Hello?” He spoke into a voice modulator, warping his true voice. He sounded like a Bond villain. He wasn’t sure if he liked or hated that fact.
“Uhm, mister contact guy? This is Brittney, we’ve accomplished our mission.” Her voice sounded exhausted, she was gasping between breaths. Ethan smiled, trying to ignore the pooling sweat circles underneath his armpits. He massaged his curly black hair as he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“Good. What Evidence did you collect?”
“Well, we took a lot of photos but I don’t know if there’s anything special in them. We also found these weird papers in a research building. Some sort of chemical recipe that involves animal genetics? Cecil says it’s not anything he’s seen before, and he’s been to state science competitions. I thought it would be interesting.”
“Excellent.” Ethan replied. It was exactly what he was looking for. “ Where are you now?”
“We’re in a deserted parking garage off Clermont. Everyone’s here… except for Danielle and Brock.” Ethan’s stomach tightened into a knot. Danielle was the editor-in-chief, and very diligent in her work. If she was missing, something had to have happened. His voice got a bit more frantic.
“Do you know what happened to them? Did they get away?” There was a brief pause on the other side.
“I- I don’t know.” There was a rising sense of panic in her voice, like she was realizing this at the same time Ethan was. “There-there was a pretty big rush to get in the car. Some security people found us I think. We were lucky to get out of there, we didn’t have time to wait for them. I really hope they made it out ok.” Ethan worriedly glanced outside, the blacks and blues of night slowly beginning to fade. They could still be out there, hiding in some bush or tree. But it would be another three hours before the park opened. And only two before the day shift employees started arriving. Including his mom.
“Where were they last?” Ethan asked. He decided he’d go looking for them himself. He’d told his mom he was at a friend’s for a sleepover, but he could probably fool the security into thinking he was there for a school project or something. Worst case scenario, he’d be sent home and Ash would figure out what he’d been up to.
“They were supposed to be investigating Big Cat Mountain. So when-” Ethan was already out the door before she could finish her sentence. He cursed to himself as he threw on a windbreaker he’d got from the souvenir shop and ducked out into the night. He knew what happened last time he was there. He’d lost a best friend. He hoped that he hadn’t just lost two classmates as well.
The crisp reds and oranges of dawn battled the receding night sky, giving the zoo an eerie glow as the first slips of light began to seep over the horizon. Ethan ran down the cobblestone paths towards Big Cat Mountain as fast as he could, huffing and puffing like he was trying to blow away a house of straw. An infinite number of possibilities ran through his head, each more discomforting than the last.
They’re okay and just hiding somewhere. I just need to find them.
They got caught by security. Maybe they’re down by the office or already on the way to the police station.
Ash somehow figured out my plan and thwarted it.
The last one lingered in his mind, shifting and rolling like pizza dough in his brain. How did she figure it out? The ideas flashed through his head as he ran. It was obvious that he’d try something, he’d been acting out ever since the incident with Josh. But he thought he’d kept his exact plan hidden from her. He’d only worked on it at school or late at night, when he was certain she was asleep. But maybe she was watching him like a predator stalking its prey. Using him to devote more victims to her sadistic cause.
“Please, please no, please no.” he stammered upon finally making it to the foot of the mountain, panting and wheezing. He cursed upon seeing the broken-down door. Gasping for breath, he made his way down the service tunnel, checking everywhere for clues as to their whereabouts. Nervously he made his way to the first exhibit door, the Tigers. Saying a quick prayer, he cautiously creaked open the door. Empty. He sighed with relief before making his way to the next empty exhibit, the future Cheetah enclosure. Empty. He sighed again. One more to go. The rest were already filled. Either they'd already left, were safe and hiding somewhere or they’d be behind this next door. He approached the door to the leopard exhibit. To his surprise this door had not been left untouched. He saw a small yellow square attached to the door. It was a taped note written on fancy gold stationery. He began to feel slightly uneasy as he read it.
Dearest Ethan,
Life is survival of the fittest. I always survive.
-G
Ethan put the note down, the pit growing larger in Ethan’s stomach. Who was “G”? And how did he know his name and where he was going to be? Who could’ve figured out his plan? He swallowed as he turned to face the heavy metal door. There was only one way he could go now, and that was forward. He grunted as he swung the door open.
His heart plummeted as two leopard heads immediately perked up to meet the newcomer. He was too late. He looked off to the side and saw a broken camera and a crowbar lying amongst a pile of shredded clothing. It only confirmed his fears. The zoo had claimed two more victims. But had Ash done it? Or somebody else?
He was pondering the situation when one of the leopards got up and crouched, the powerful muscles in its hind legs coiled like a lightning bolt about to strike. Ethan realized what was happening, but it was too little, too late.
The big cat was upon him before he could even take a step back towards the exit. Massive paws pushed into the small of his back, sending him flying into the ground. He spat out a mouthful of dirt, the leopard’s powerful front legs pinning him to the ground. Ethan shut his eyes, waiting to feel the Leopard’s 3-inch canines pierce his jugular. He knew he deserved it. A fitting end to be devoured by the friends he betrayed.
However, the searing pain never arrived. Instead he got a bundle of fur in his face as the leopard smooshed its head against Ethan’s. As Ethan tried not to gag on the fur, he felt a low rumbling from deep within the cat’s chest. He could feel the vibrations as he instinctively reached out to stroke his head and neck. When he brushed it it felt soft and fuzzy, a full and beautiful coat. But it was nuzzling him, showing no signs of anger. Rather, a warm and peaceful contentment seemed to emanate from the big cat.
<Hey look, it’s a human!> Brock chuffed as he rubbed his scent all over the new arrival. He smelled like outside, but now he smelled like Brock. It was fascinating exploring new scents. Danielle padded up, a suspicious look on her face.
< What’s a human doing here? > she asked, tilting her head in curiosity. <Wait, is that Ethan?>
<You know him?>
<He goes to our school. He’s kind of a loser though. I never saw him much.>
< He smells fine to me. >
< Everything smells great to you. >
< But he smells like a nice person. Hasn’t showered in a couple days though. >
< How do you know what a nice person smells like? >
< Good point. Now he smells like Brock. >
Ethan sat there wide-eyed as the leopards in front of him let out a chorus of growls, chuffs, and mewls, all seemingly directed at each other. He couldn’t understand any of it but it’s almost like they were… communicating. A jolt of excitement shot through his body.
“Hey, can you guys hear me?” Immediately the two leopards turned towards him, and he could look into their glistening golden eyes.
< Hey, did that human - er- Ethan just talk? > Brock asked, lifting his head in confusion.
< Obviously, you nimrod. He wants to know if we can understand him. >
< Isn’t that kinda weird? Why would he think we understand him? >
< Hmm, good point. Does he know we’re people? >
< I don’t know, but let’s say yes, maybe he’ll tell us more. >
Ethan felt a pang of joy as the two leopards nodded in agreement. Or at least as best as a feline can nod. This had to be Danielle and Brock, and if they were still there… maybe Josh’s consciousness is somehow alive, trapped in the form of a snow leopard? He stood up, watching the leopards as they pressed their heads against his thighs. For cats, they sure seemed happy…
He swallowed as he asked the question that had been plaguing his mind for months.
“I know it’s a bit sudden… but do you enjoy being leopards?” A brief look of confusion appeared on their muzzles, followed by a long, drawn out silence. Then both leopards nodded, nuzzling his legs. Ethan was dumbfounded, but also relieved on a grand scale. They understood him. They understood and were content with their life. But would Josh forgive what he’d done? Was his friend still even in there?
Both of them suddenly froze and crouched in a defensive position, growling at Ethan. Or rather behind him. Ethan stopped, a confused look on his face. Until he saw a flash of bright red, the tranquilizer darts nestled within their pelts. He whipped around just as both of the leopards flopped to the ground, unconscious.
“What the hell?” Ethan asked, glancing towards the metal entrance to the exhibit. The one that he had left open. Two figures were standing there, both of them holding empty tranquilizer guns. One of them was a latino in his mid-thirties, dressed in the navy blue garb of the park’s security personnel. He had a tattoo of a snake and a cross on his neck, and several more on his hands. And he was built like a rhinoceros. The other man he recognized. Max Hazel, one of the park’s senior managers. He was dressed in a gray armani suit that cost more than most zoo employees made in a month. In his other hand he was carrying a gray metal briefcase, like the one used to carry large sums of money. Or bomb codes. He was grinning sadistically through his neatly trimmed white goatee. Most zoo employees called him “The snake” because of his questionable business ethics before getting hired. He was the CEO of a floundering vacuum company when he abandoned ship to join the Wildworld Executive board, laundering millions in the process. Of course, he was never convicted of it. Mr. Hazel was Ethan’s least favorite amongst the park’s management, and something told him he wasn’t here to improve their friendship.
“Good morning Ethan,” even his voice sounded like the hissing of a snake. “I suppose you’re wondering why we’re here.” He laughed, as if he knew some big secret. Ethan swallowed, the unease beginning to rise into panic.
“N-no, I don’t. You have no right to be here.” He tried not to shiver, show weakness. His experience with animals knew that predators could smell fear in their prey. And that’s when they went in for the kill. Max simply laughed, his eyes like a vulture’s. Mr. Hazel might know more about vacuum cleaners than animals, but he has the instincts of a hunter.
“I decide who has the right to be here. And right now, you are not on that list.” He paused, wiping his mouth with his suit cuff.
“But that’s besides the point. You’ve been very naughty tonight, and I have the privilege of punishing you. You went beyond the line, and the bosses are very unhappy.”
“ What are you talking about? I’m just here for a school project.” His voice cracked as he spoke, it always did when he lied. And he was a terrible liar.
“ You want to play canary and sing our secrets to the media.” Mr. Hazel spat. “You invited several of your newspaper friends to come visit our friendly zoo here tonight, with the intention of defaming and destroying our precious sanctuary. You want to end the scientific breakthroughs that help so many endangered species reintroduce their populations. Breakthroughs, may I add, that were pioneered by your mother.” He had a pompous expression as he said the words. “Surely you don’t want to undo what your mother worked so hard to create.”
“ My mother wants to improve the lives of both humans and animals!” Ethan cried out., his voice rising as he filled with rage. “But you and your goons see nothing but dollar signs hanging on strings! It is YOU who undo my mother’s work!” Internally, Ethan was shocked at the words that came out of his own mouth. Why was he so vehemently defending her?
“ Oh, and by the way...” Mr. Hazel replied, putting his index finger up like he’d just remembered something. “... the rest of your moronic friends are now in the loving hands of our patron. He’ll find an appropriate consequence for them. Don’t worry, though, they’re still human… for now.” He snickered like this was some hilarious joke.
Ethan was speechless. He sank to his knees, the air rushing out of his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. Not only had he ruined his own life, he had ruined the lives of his friends. Everything had gone wrong. Oh so horribly wrong. He thought back to when he was arguing with his mom over what had happened to Josh. Something she had said.
“ He will learn to forgive once he realizes what you’ve done for him. Once he sees the true nature of his former species.” And right then and there, as Mr. Hazel laughed, Ethan saw it. The levels that humanity could sink to. The dark and twisted actions that even a man in his right mind can take. And it made him sick to the stomach to think that they were the same species.
“ I’m sure you were wondering how we found you so fast.” Ethan was barely listening, his mind a thousand miles away. Mr. Hazel ignored him. He was relishing the moment.
“ It was simple, really. You must have told one of your friends about what we were doing here, perhaps in an effort to rally them to your cause. Well, a certain social media account publicized some rather… specific concerns about the ethics of our organization. It didn’t gain much traction, but of course we took notice. We traced the circle of associates back to you, and set up a ring network of real and digital spies to monitor you and your friend’s behavior.
One of our associates followed you from your house to the zoo, and we were called. Our people moved in, and you know the rest.”
“B-but they called me and said they had escaped.” Ethan moaned, filling with despair. The enemy had him the entire time. There was no chance of success.
“She had a gun to her head the entire time.” He grinned at the thought. “ A very good performance, I must say. She’s in the local theater program, correct?”
Ethan gritted his teeth and said nothing. He knew Mr. Hazel was a douche but didn’t know he was an absolute monster.
“You see, money always wins.” he smiled, opening up the metal briefcase. He took out a single red hypodermic needle. Ethan’s eyes went wide and he turned to run, but was quickly tackled by Tattoos. His arms were wrenched behind his back as he was forced onto his knees. He cried out in pain. This only made Mr. Hazel laugh harder.
“ I hate you nature punks. You act all sunshine and flowers and forget the only true law of nature. Survival of the fittest. The weak are cast aside into the garbage heaps of history. And I’m about to give you a first hand experience of that lesson.” He held up the syringe, the long, sharp needle sparking in the rising sunlight.
“You’ve always been a pest, you know that? I’ve had a grudge against you for a loong time. And you don’t have your mother here to protect you anymore. So I’m going to turn you into one of mother’s precious animals. “ Max snarled, his face twisted into a look of disgust. Ethan struggled, but he was no physical match for tattoos.
“ A big cat’s too good for ya. I think you’ll make a good lizard. Like…” He paused. “Like one of those really tiny green ones. “ He licked his lips, and Ethan’s eyes went wide with fear. Max was beyond reason. He was demonic, absolutely crazy.
As Mr. Hazel started towards him, Ethan thought back to the final moments of Josh’s lingering humanity, the shock and horror in his eyes as Ethan turned his back on him. He could vividly recall the stiffening claws scratching at the grate as he begged for Ethan to save him, tears in his eyes as he winced from the pain. Looking at the needle he knew would administer the same fate, he couldn’t help but wonder if his own eyes now shared that expression. In the back of his mind, a soft voice whispered in his subconscious, growing louder and louder even as he struggled violently to break Tattoo’s hold on him.
You deserve this.
You deserve this for what you’ve done.
Mr. Hazel is right.
We’re all animals at heart, scratching and clawing each other’s hearts out for a single piece of meat.
And your best friend paid the price.
If Josh was watching you right now, he’d be laughing.
The voices grew louder and louder, and Ethan finally surrendered to them. They were right. It was what he deserved. He had done it to others and now it was his turn. As they rolled up his sleeve and dubbed with rubbing alcohol, Ethan held out his arm willingly. His eyes filled up with tears. He wished Josh could see him in this moment, and know how sorry he was. Know that he would soon share the same fate. Know that his former friend got what he deserved.
One moment, Max was standing there, ready to seal Ethan’s fate with a sadistic grin. Then a gray blur, a rush of wind, and suddenly there was air where Mr. Hazel had once stood. Ethan blinked several times, trying to process what he saw. Another rush of hair, behind him. Tattoo’s gone. What the hell was that?
Ethan sat frozen on his knees for several seconds, too shocked and scared to move. When the feeling returned to his hands, he moved them hesitantly, as if Tattoo will suddenly come back and encase them in an even tighter grip. No, he’s definitely gone. Syringe is on the floor. Where’s Max?
He turned his head to the right and his eyes popped out of his head at what he saw.
Max was splayed out on the floor, unconscious, a handgun inches away from his outstretched hand. Small puddles of blood were beginning to stain his Armani suit. And sitting on top of him, playfully batting his face with a furry paw, was a snow leopard. He looked further back and saw a second snow leopard on top of Tattoos, growling at him as it bared its sharp fangs.
Suddenly the snow leopard on top of Max turned and looked at him, and Ethan instantly recognized him. His heart turned to ice as he struggled to form words, emotions. His mouth was agape, but nothing came out but the tears from his eyes.
“ Why..?” was all he could choke out. The snow leopard cocked its head before gingerly padding over to Ethan. He balanced himself on his haunches before draping his front paws over Ethan’s shoulders, throwing his weight against Ethan’s own. He brushed up his muzzle against Ethan’s face, giving the best answer he could. A long, rumbling purr that vibrated from his chest up to his throat. Ethan wrapped his arms around Josh’s torso, burying his face and hands in the thick, luxurious fur. It felt so warm and soft, and Ethan never wanted to let go. He never wanted the moment to end, to just let himself sink into the soft pelt and have all his worries taken away.
But all good things come to an end, and they separated, Josh settling back onto all fours and Ethan slowly standing up. He watches the other snow leopard, it must be Abigail, walk up to him and gently lick his ear. The pair nuzzle before beginning to groom the other, silently picking apart dirt and grim from the other’s fur with sandpaper-like tongues.
Ethan watched the two with fascination. It really seemed like they were adjusting quite well to this life. But he had more to say.
“Josh…” he began as soon as they had finished. Immediately he looks up at him and mewls curiously.
“ I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for what happened. It was a terrible act as a friend. I should have asked you first.”
Josh smiles and chuffs happily. Then he cocks his head and nods towards Abigail, a mischievous glint in his eyes. For a second Ethan understands exactly what his best friend is saying.
“Well yeah you moron, but I finally got a girlfriend. Even if she is a snow leopard.”
Special thanks to Arishipshape for helping edit
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Leopard
Gender Multiple characters
Size 1280 x 1088px
Yay! Ethan's still okay! But now I want to see what happens to the other three... And did Josh just kill Max? XD
Nah, he's probably just unconscious. At least I hope so. Even a playful swipe from a snow leopard can rip someone's face off if they're not careful. But Max's probably more upset about the suit tbh
My guess is Ethan stole Max's phone and used it to call his mom
He's got a lot of explaining to do though...
He's got a lot of explaining to do though...
What did Ethan hope to gain from this action, that Josh would become human again when the whole thing blows up. His mother would then certainly have ended up in prison.
Brock and Danielle have made themselves over the meat which was intended for the leopards, thus they themselves became the leopards which should populate this enclosure. Slowly, the entire class there is finding its way into the cat world of the zoo. Nice that all keep their human mind.
Mr. Hazel also has only his goal in mind, but he has overlooked the snow leopards.
A nice story that goes deeper into the world of Ash and Ethan.
Brock and Danielle have made themselves over the meat which was intended for the leopards, thus they themselves became the leopards which should populate this enclosure. Slowly, the entire class there is finding its way into the cat world of the zoo. Nice that all keep their human mind.
Mr. Hazel also has only his goal in mind, but he has overlooked the snow leopards.
A nice story that goes deeper into the world of Ash and Ethan.
Mr. Hazel forgot about the hole between the exhibits and he didn't notice the Snow leopards camouflaged amongst the rocks. But what he mostly forgot was the power of friendship, especially when one of said friends is a powerful and deadly snow leopard.
Ethan's friends are the beautiful, strong cats in the zoo.
Mr. Hazel's friend is Mr. Gould and his affluent allies, with all the twisted human ingenuity money can afford.
We will see which side will triumph.
Ethan's friends are the beautiful, strong cats in the zoo.
Mr. Hazel's friend is Mr. Gould and his affluent allies, with all the twisted human ingenuity money can afford.
We will see which side will triumph.
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