Story Notes:
This is my First ever story so please review fairly.Kirk, the main character speaks like 'this' and everyone else speaks like "this". I sure hope I set the story up right .
Chapter 1: But Why?
There is a rumor about there being a Mansion in the remote mountainous regions of Hoenn, it is believed that it was home to a reclusive billonaire and it was without a doubt the most mysterious building in all of Hoenn. No one ever went near it, as it was claimed that the man who owned the place was insane. Evidence pointing to this is the fact that people around him tend to dissapear, even the architect that built the place and all people related to the project vanished after the building was completed. Even the archive housing the only known set of blueprints was destroyed by an fire.
The only way to get inside anyway was a single doorway at the top of the mansion that led to a helicopter pad. Deep inside the Mountain that the mansion was built on was a secret Multilevel Complex with arguable the smartest men on earth, but they werent there to make anything that would help anybody. In a dark and lonely room with little ventilation, cracked walls and a very cold draft, and sitting under a single dimmed out bulb to provide illumination was a skeleton like figure, although it was hard to tell he was young man only in early teens.
He was as pale as a freshly launderd sheet and in a very late stage of malnourishment, he was tied to a chair with rope, his once brand new trainer outfit was ripped and stained, his once handsome caramel colored hair was matted and greasy, the brilliant green eyes that before shone full of hope and love were dull and full of dread. In short he was a sad sight to behold, he is our main character Kirk, he sat there, his breathing shallow and his hands raw from the ropes that bound him,
'What have I ever done to anybody to deserve this' he asked himself not really expecting anybody answer.
He looked to his left and saw his Trainer Belt, Backpack, and Pokedex, and though they where only a few feet away he had no will to stuggle, he didn't even have any Pokemon anyway, he was just about to get his starter Pokemon and leave on his journey before being taken... somwhere. After waiting another 10 minutes or so the door creaked open, he squinted as his eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden change in light.
"Hello Kirk" spoke a well dressed man in his late thirties, he had premature white hair and the signs of stress were evident on his face. His eyes were a unatural neon green, almost like they where lightbulbs in there own right. He was wearing a tailormade, velvet red bussiness suit. He had a golden pocket watch hanging in one pocket with a Logo on it that looked like a star with its points broken off. Although Kirk swore he had seen it before he was so afraid and confused he couldnt remember where he had.
'Who are you and why have you brought me here', Kirk attemted shout, but his voice was harsh and cracked from lack of water.
A few tears rolled across his face as he struggled against the pain and fear of this man. "Please Kirk do not make this harder then it has to be" said the man with a true sincere tone his his voice. "Im sorry it has to be this way", "but I cannot delay the project any further", "Please come with me" he motioned for Kirk to follow after he was finished speaking he unlocked Kirk from a second pair steel binds, he thought about running away before standing up and quickly falling to the unforgiving concrete floor.
Kirk, his spirit now broken, and with no will to live allowed the man to lead him to a through a series of rooms and corriders, looking inside rooms with strange machinery and and men in white lab coats jotting down notes on clipboards. As Kirk was escourted, he could only think about what was going to happen to him as he was led down a hallway to a what could only be described as a type of examination and surgery room but without the scapels and other surgical tools you would expect to find.
'What are you going to do to me' Kirk asked fearfully his voice dripping with dread, the man was silent as he escourted him to a small box like room with wires, coils, and tubes full of strange liquids and gases all connecting to the small 5 feet wide, by 5 feet tall, by 5 feet long room, as he was led into the box he heard the man whisper "Please... forgive me, Kirk was about to ask him why, but before he had a chance he was shoved roughly into the small room and fell on the floor.
He began sobbing as the one of the scientist gave a nod and flipped a switch. As the switch was activated he heard the door close behind him and he began to see a blue haze come out of the ventilation shafts in the small room, he screamed and bashed his shoulder against the glass trying to get out, but to no avail. He sat down and silently sobbed and accepted his fate, he knew there was no way out.
"Begin Operation Metamorphisis", said the man that escourted Kirk to the chamber, Before Kirk closed his eyes he took a look at the man who led him to this godforsaken place and he was shocked to realize who it was, but before he could call out to him an electrical current charged the blue gas around him and it condensed around him as it started seeping into his pores. As this was happening Kirk squirmed, it felt like a million worms were burrowing into his skin and it felt just absolutely disgusting, after the gas finished seeping into his skin, he and everyone else in the room waited.
After a few mintues of silence Kirk let loose a bloodcurdeling scream as his spine let loose a crack that would have put a whip to shame, at the base his spine his tailbone began elongating into a big, bushy, cream colored tale that was as almost long as his body was tall, but that wasnt the worst part, he whimpered and screamed at the top of his lungs as his skeleton gave a series of snaps that made even the most expierenced of the labs staff want to vomit, his legs were first to change as the kneecap exploded into a thosand framents, which allowed the bones in the legs to bend backwards to allow for more powerful leaps and and run and high speeds, afterwords the fragments that used to be his kneecap fused with his bones to give them more strength.
Then he felt like what could feel like a fire being lit under his skin as muscles and ligements were tore and riped apart and then weaved back together. His feet and toes came next, he screamed as the bones in his feet pretty much exploded like a small bomb went of in his feet, reducing his bones into a fine powder that began to shift and melt back into a more assuming shape that would suit his new form. The bottom of his feet began to (what can only be described as) boil and bubble as he grew pads to soften his landings from high leaps while his skin around his toes melted and fused till he had more canine like paws. His arms came next, they folowed the same steps as his feet and within a short period of time he looked like a mutated fox with no fur and a human face, that was about to change though.
His face and nose pushed out into a canine muzzle and his ears shifted to the top of his head, he could no longer scream, however as his voicebox shifted and lost a considerable amount of pitch, range, and tone. What used to be his torso and lower body began to extend slightly and pinch inwards as his bones and organs where being remolded like warm, soft, pliable clay.
Next came his sexual organs, his manhood and reproductive organs both gave a sick slurping sound as they were literally sucked into his body. Remember his single tale? Well now it began to tear apart and multiply, and after they seperated they each began to fluff out expanding into 9 seperate appendeges each looking exactly like each other, all of them with a rich creamy white fur.
His pain started to die down and was soon replaced by a itching sensation as he grew a thick coat of cream colored fur, as it started slowly and soon rapidly as it spread over his body like a Tsunami sweeps a beach. And as the fur finished growing the itching subsided, replaced by a soothing warmth, as his blood burned with an extreme heat, and mind calibrated the new muscles and nerves to give him controll of his new body. He passed out as soon as his form and brain had finished its recalibration, in the back of his mind he heard a voice that he recignized as belonging to the man with the fine clothes, he was not only owner of the facility and of the mansion it was built under, but he was also Kirks father, Mikhieal Ferrious, "Im so sorry.... my son". But nothing could help him now. He was no longer Kirk Ferrious, son of renowned scientist, Mikhieal Ferrious, he was now Kirk The Ninetails.Chapter End Notes:Sorry the First Chapters so short, I just got this on the spur of the moment but if I get good reviews I promise ill wright more. Constructive Critisism is very welcome
The only way to get inside anyway was a single doorway at the top of the mansion that led to a helicopter pad. Deep inside the Mountain that the mansion was built on was a secret Multilevel Complex with arguable the smartest men on earth, but they werent there to make anything that would help anybody. In a dark and lonely room with little ventilation, cracked walls and a very cold draft, and sitting under a single dimmed out bulb to provide illumination was a skeleton like figure, although it was hard to tell he was young man only in early teens.
He was as pale as a freshly launderd sheet and in a very late stage of malnourishment, he was tied to a chair with rope, his once brand new trainer outfit was ripped and stained, his once handsome caramel colored hair was matted and greasy, the brilliant green eyes that before shone full of hope and love were dull and full of dread. In short he was a sad sight to behold, he is our main character Kirk, he sat there, his breathing shallow and his hands raw from the ropes that bound him,
'What have I ever done to anybody to deserve this' he asked himself not really expecting anybody answer.
He looked to his left and saw his Trainer Belt, Backpack, and Pokedex, and though they where only a few feet away he had no will to stuggle, he didn't even have any Pokemon anyway, he was just about to get his starter Pokemon and leave on his journey before being taken... somwhere. After waiting another 10 minutes or so the door creaked open, he squinted as his eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden change in light.
"Hello Kirk" spoke a well dressed man in his late thirties, he had premature white hair and the signs of stress were evident on his face. His eyes were a unatural neon green, almost like they where lightbulbs in there own right. He was wearing a tailormade, velvet red bussiness suit. He had a golden pocket watch hanging in one pocket with a Logo on it that looked like a star with its points broken off. Although Kirk swore he had seen it before he was so afraid and confused he couldnt remember where he had.
'Who are you and why have you brought me here', Kirk attemted shout, but his voice was harsh and cracked from lack of water.
A few tears rolled across his face as he struggled against the pain and fear of this man. "Please Kirk do not make this harder then it has to be" said the man with a true sincere tone his his voice. "Im sorry it has to be this way", "but I cannot delay the project any further", "Please come with me" he motioned for Kirk to follow after he was finished speaking he unlocked Kirk from a second pair steel binds, he thought about running away before standing up and quickly falling to the unforgiving concrete floor.
Kirk, his spirit now broken, and with no will to live allowed the man to lead him to a through a series of rooms and corriders, looking inside rooms with strange machinery and and men in white lab coats jotting down notes on clipboards. As Kirk was escourted, he could only think about what was going to happen to him as he was led down a hallway to a what could only be described as a type of examination and surgery room but without the scapels and other surgical tools you would expect to find.
'What are you going to do to me' Kirk asked fearfully his voice dripping with dread, the man was silent as he escourted him to a small box like room with wires, coils, and tubes full of strange liquids and gases all connecting to the small 5 feet wide, by 5 feet tall, by 5 feet long room, as he was led into the box he heard the man whisper "Please... forgive me, Kirk was about to ask him why, but before he had a chance he was shoved roughly into the small room and fell on the floor.
He began sobbing as the one of the scientist gave a nod and flipped a switch. As the switch was activated he heard the door close behind him and he began to see a blue haze come out of the ventilation shafts in the small room, he screamed and bashed his shoulder against the glass trying to get out, but to no avail. He sat down and silently sobbed and accepted his fate, he knew there was no way out.
"Begin Operation Metamorphisis", said the man that escourted Kirk to the chamber, Before Kirk closed his eyes he took a look at the man who led him to this godforsaken place and he was shocked to realize who it was, but before he could call out to him an electrical current charged the blue gas around him and it condensed around him as it started seeping into his pores. As this was happening Kirk squirmed, it felt like a million worms were burrowing into his skin and it felt just absolutely disgusting, after the gas finished seeping into his skin, he and everyone else in the room waited.
After a few mintues of silence Kirk let loose a bloodcurdeling scream as his spine let loose a crack that would have put a whip to shame, at the base his spine his tailbone began elongating into a big, bushy, cream colored tale that was as almost long as his body was tall, but that wasnt the worst part, he whimpered and screamed at the top of his lungs as his skeleton gave a series of snaps that made even the most expierenced of the labs staff want to vomit, his legs were first to change as the kneecap exploded into a thosand framents, which allowed the bones in the legs to bend backwards to allow for more powerful leaps and and run and high speeds, afterwords the fragments that used to be his kneecap fused with his bones to give them more strength.
Then he felt like what could feel like a fire being lit under his skin as muscles and ligements were tore and riped apart and then weaved back together. His feet and toes came next, he screamed as the bones in his feet pretty much exploded like a small bomb went of in his feet, reducing his bones into a fine powder that began to shift and melt back into a more assuming shape that would suit his new form. The bottom of his feet began to (what can only be described as) boil and bubble as he grew pads to soften his landings from high leaps while his skin around his toes melted and fused till he had more canine like paws. His arms came next, they folowed the same steps as his feet and within a short period of time he looked like a mutated fox with no fur and a human face, that was about to change though.
His face and nose pushed out into a canine muzzle and his ears shifted to the top of his head, he could no longer scream, however as his voicebox shifted and lost a considerable amount of pitch, range, and tone. What used to be his torso and lower body began to extend slightly and pinch inwards as his bones and organs where being remolded like warm, soft, pliable clay.
Next came his sexual organs, his manhood and reproductive organs both gave a sick slurping sound as they were literally sucked into his body. Remember his single tale? Well now it began to tear apart and multiply, and after they seperated they each began to fluff out expanding into 9 seperate appendeges each looking exactly like each other, all of them with a rich creamy white fur.
His pain started to die down and was soon replaced by a itching sensation as he grew a thick coat of cream colored fur, as it started slowly and soon rapidly as it spread over his body like a Tsunami sweeps a beach. And as the fur finished growing the itching subsided, replaced by a soothing warmth, as his blood burned with an extreme heat, and mind calibrated the new muscles and nerves to give him controll of his new body. He passed out as soon as his form and brain had finished its recalibration, in the back of his mind he heard a voice that he recignized as belonging to the man with the fine clothes, he was not only owner of the facility and of the mansion it was built under, but he was also Kirks father, Mikhieal Ferrious, "Im so sorry.... my son". But nothing could help him now. He was no longer Kirk Ferrious, son of renowned scientist, Mikhieal Ferrious, he was now Kirk The Ninetails.Chapter End Notes:Sorry the First Chapters so short, I just got this on the spur of the moment but if I get good reviews I promise ill wright more. Constructive Critisism is very welcome