Author's Note: I'm re-uploading this chapter as well as the others because why not? I'll post the full story as it's own chapter instead of seperately. I'll finish the other story that I wrote for this as well. Adulting is hard. I'm trying to keep it together but it's tough. This is Natasha's story. I wonder if I can find someone to animate this.
*Beep, Beep Beep*
The sound of the heart monitor woke up Natasha. She opened up her heavy eyelids and looked around. She was still stuck in the same room. Bright lights everywhere above her, an iron clad door for her caretaker to bring her food, and a few books and television to keep her entertained. They only allowed her to watch certain channels, however. Children's programming and cartoons with no real world knowledge. There was a vent above her.
She was part of an experiment to see whether her feral side could be controlled. It was an experiment. She had no idea what life was like in the outside world. She was stuck inside of this facility for as long as she could remember. The doctors were about to begin the experiment.
Subject's heart rate is normal, vitals are in good condition, bring in the variable
Natasha's ears perked up at the creek of the metal door. Her eyes were wary of it. She stood to her feet and had her back against the wall. She didn't know what her caretakers would try today. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for whatever tricks they may pull today.
The metallic door opened up and Natasha squinted her eyes. It was a tiny being. Smaller than anything she'd seen before. In walked an orphaned mouseboy. No owner, no tag. Just an experimental test subject.
Subject 2 has entered the scene. Prepare analysis
Subject 2 was named Gray. He had gray hair and was very young for an experiment. His intelligence was low, but his personality was vibrant and colorful. He was a curious individual like She was. Natasha took a step towards Gray and stopped. What was this weird creature doing around here? It was so small and delicate. It had weirdly shaped ears. Natasha touched her own cat ears and felt them twitch. She moved slowly towards gray. Gray was oblivious. He looked around in wonder at all the lights and books.
"Hi-" Natasha said sheepishly. She didn't know what to say to this new and mysterious creature. Gray looked up, confused. He looked at her like she was something out of this world. His eyes looked at her with amazement.
"I'm Natasha!" Natasha introduced herself, "And you are?" Natasha waited around for a while for Gray to speak.
*Squeak! Squeak!* Gray replied with glee and curiosity. Natasha was the one confused. Did she not hear him correctly? Natasha heard a voice on the intercom.
Subject is a mouseboy. They cannot communicate with your species. This subject's codename is 'Gray' The voice said in a monotone voice. Natasha frowned. She'd hoped to have someone she could converse with. Maybe it was not all lost.
"So Gray…" Natasha paused to collect her thoughts, "Is there anything you like to do?"
Gray bounced up and down oblivious. He ran around the room like a kid pumped up on sugar and caffeine, completely oblivious to her question. Natasha looked for the remote and turned on the television. A loud cartoon was playing. Gray stopped and looked up in amazement. Natasha noticed.
"Do you want to watch a cartoon?" Natasha asked, hoping to find some common ground with this mouseboy. Gray nodded. Natasha reached for him and sat him in her lap. From there they began to watch cartoons like normal. Gray seemed pretty interested in the cheese looking creature. It was running from the cheese grater. He laughed. Natasha smiled at her newfound friend. The doctor's conversed among themselves.
Both subjects are accompanying each other. Excellent data! One doctor said,
Have the subjects been fed? Another doctor asked. They chatted together before another replied.
The mouseboy has been fed, the Catgirl has, but her portion was a little less than normal. The doctor said with a hint of worry lingering in their voice.
Good Work doctor. This will be perfect for our trail experiment. Continue to feed them, but decrease the portions for each day. Begin the experiment. The head doctor said. She moved her hand to a lever and pushed. The vent in Natasha's ceiling opened up and a gas emitted from it. Natasha was oblivious to it. It was a light white gas that disappeared into the air once spotted.
Gas has been deployed! A doctor said, The head doctor nodded her head.
Start recording everything. This will make for an excellent study! She said with a smile glued to her lips.
After watching cartoons for a while, Natasha looked over to the door. She always wondered what was on the other side of that door. Gray continued to look over at the cartoon.
"Hey Gray, Why don't we take a break?" Natasha said as Gray turned to look at her. He stared blankly at her for a moment before nodding. Natasha turned off the television and they began to play other games. Board games. A few cards. Checkers, Chess. The list was endless. Of course, Natasha had to teach Gray the rules. He completely messed up the first few times, but eventually got it.
Checkers was easy to teach him, but chess was nigh impossible. Plus, he had a hard time moving the pieces. They were bigger than him anyway. Natasha gave up on chess and continued with checkers. She began to move her piece when she felt her head throb.
"Ouch-" She said and dropped her piece. She looked around and wondered what happened. Was it the bright lights? Too much television? She wasn't too sure. Gray looked up at her with his hands laid flat on his red checker piece.
"Sorry Gray, Let's continue!" Natasha said as she moved her piece. A part of her mind is still worried though. The headache came on a little strong and completely out of nowhere.
Subject has felt the first effects of feral ness. The head doctor nodded her head with glee. She couldn't wait to see the results. The doctor continued to watch her subjects play together. This would be a good experiment to watch after all.
DAY 2
Natasha felt her body become shaky and jittery. They were feeding her and Gray, but the portions seemed smaller than usual. She tried to knock on the door to ask about it, but no one answered her. Not from the door, nor the intercom above her.
Of course, she and Gray still played games and watched television. They even read books. Well, Natasha read books. Gray ran from each side of the room back and forth. He had an abundant amount of energy for a creature so small. Natasha found herself having to take more breaks than usual. She'd step back and lay in bed, while watching gray skip and do cartwheels around the room.
What are they feeding him? Natasha thought as her eyes watched Gray's lightning fast figure. Gray kept running and running. Natasha believed he could run a marathon, if given the opportunity for it. Someone from the outside must have fed him a sugar cookie because he wasn't about to stop anytime soon.
On the outside, the doctors' conversed among themselves. They all sat at a round table. Various screens flickered on either side of them. Various subjects were displayed. It seemed like Natasha was the one they were most interested in.
So Day 2, How is the gas affecting our subject? The head doctor asked in an authoritative voice. The doctors muttered among themselves in chatter before one spoke up.
The cat girl has shown to be uneasy. The mouseboy is as hyper as ever. Possibly even more than usual. Another doctor said, The head doctor nodded, pleased with the results. She asked another question.
"How is the gas affecting her feral-ness? Will she be entering the state soon?" She asked as she tapped her pen against her clipboard. Various notes were written on it.
"Subject appears to be on route to become feral, no signs of stopping." Said yet another doctor, "But what exactly makes this subject so different from the other?"
The head doctor nodded her head before explaining.
"This subject is an extremely rare case. Other catgirls, when without food, reach their feral state in a matter of hours. Hers is taking a day or so, possibly even a week." The head doctor explained to her crew. They all exchanged worried glances.
"This feral state...It only occurs in young adolescents correct?" A doctor asked. The head doctor sighed. They'd discussed this in medical school.
"Yes, in young adults. It occurs up until they're 21 and settles out at 26 years old. The feral gene fades out in adulthood and disappears completely at 30 years old." The head doctor explained. The others nodded their heads as they finally understood more about it.
"However!" She continued as the group grew quiet once again, "If one stays feral for too long, then the effects have long lasting damage on the individual. They'll eventually return to a child-like mentality, and a cold demeanor. They're strength increases, but their mental awareness decreases. It'll be like their brain deteriorating into mush. A zombie would be a good example. They'd be able to function to survive, but never would be able to come back to their original state of mind.
The doctors grew silent at this. They knew that the cure to feral-ness was a consumption of a mouseboy; but they didn't know what gene inside them made it so. Such strange and harmless creatures. Propaganda made it so that mouse boys were viewed as a pest. Vermin to be exterminated. That was to say that there wouldn't be a population of zombified catgirls. One of the doctors asked another question.
"Are there different types of Feral personalities?" Another doctor asked with a shrill and anxious voice. The head doctor responded without missing a bit.
"They didn't teach you this during your internship?" She sighed before explaining, "Fine. I'll tell you all."
"There are 5 types: Emotional, Sexual, Playful, Hunter, and Violent. The Emotional type is as it says. Whenever a catgirl goes feral, they become very emotional. Their personality almost does a complete 180* from before. These types tend to not be mouseboy dependent because records show that they consume an immense amount when not feral. They are the easiest to control and cure."
"Sexual…" The doctor cleared her throat, "Have an large amount of built up sexual prowess and have….various ways of releasing that energy. Whether sexual intercourse or masturbation. It may be individual or involve a partner or two. Mouseboys may be used as toys in this situation.
One of the doctors coughed as sweat rolled down their uniform.
"Playful is probably the most innocent type. These cat girls just want to play and have fun. They often will run around, skip, and jump. Some may even play with the mouse boys without realizing it. However, don't let their playful personality fool you. They can snap their jaws on a mouseboy in an instant, killing them without remorse."
"Hunters. This is the most frequent type of cat girl whenever they've gone feral. They will stop at nothing to eat a mouseboy. Whether the mouseboy is being protected by a catgirl or not. They'll claw at the protector and rip the mouseboy to shreds. They roam the outside world looking to take a bite out of any that are roaming around.
"Finally, there are the violent ones. These are easy to find. They'll often be punching or kicking various items or other cat girls. These girls seek the thrill of the fight and will probably crush or kick a mouseboy without intention. They're also violent eaters. They'll bite off a houseboy's limbs without remorse if handed the opportunity. The head doctor stopped and looked at Natasha's screen on the panel. The head doctor raised her eyebrows in confusion and frowned.
The only problem, She thought to herself, Is that we don't know what this one is.
Day 3 for Natasha went by relatively quickly. She and Gray lazed around. She tried to get gray to explain more about where he was from, but the language barrier proved to be a giant wall that she wouldn't be able to conquer on her own. That and the fact that gray had the shortest attention span ever. He'd go from one thing to another in under a minute.
He'd pick up a game piece, throw it, and run towards Natasha with a smile, then find some other task to do. It was like he couldn't focus on something by himself. However, if Natasha was guiding him; then he'd listen to her. Natasha blinked her eyes a few times as she laid on the bed. She felt a lot more tired than usual. Her hunger was still there. Her caretakers were barely feeding her nowadays.
She'd try to save what she could. She knew something was up. There were a lot more noises outside than usual. More strange and unknown voices talking. At night, Natasha heard whispers near her door. She held gray to her chest, treating him like a teddy bear to protect her from demons. Those demons were the doctors of course. Watching her and speculating her next move. That's how her 3rd day went.
Day 4
This was the day that things started to turn for the worse. Natasha felt like her lungs were getting poisoned. Her body became limp and weak. She tried to move like usual, but felt so sluggish. Her legs felt like iron weights, holding her to the ground. She sat on the bed with a grim expression. Gray spun around in circles until he was extremely dizzy.
He tried to stop and look at natasha. He smiled like crazy, but eventually slipped and fell. Whenever he stood up, there was a slip of blood around his nose.
"Gray!" Natasha rushed to him despite her groggily legs. She wiped the blood from his nose and looked at him with a sad expression. He didn't seem to notice at all. He was still smiling like nothing happened.
"Be more careful." Natasha said as she set gray back down. Gray bounced up and down and started to run around again. Natasha hoped he'd get tired out soon. He had an incredible amount of energy. She looked down at the droplet of wet blood on her finger. She held it up to her face and inspected it.
So they can bleed, Natasha thought to herself. She sniffed it and felt something in her brain activate. On the outside, the doctors stared at the screen for her next move.
"Come on...Come on…" A doctor muttered. This specimen would be the first step towards a possible cure. Natasha felt extremely woozy at the smell. She got up to wash her hands. She felt foamy soap hit the palm of her hands and washed them with warm water. As she washed her hands, she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were baggy. Her skin was a lot paler than usual. Was she losing weight? Natasha tugged at her stomach and frowned.
She turned around, went towards the door, and knocked.
"Hellooo?" She knocked on the solid metal door, hoping for an answer. None came from the door, but the voice on the intercom spoke.
"Return to your bed." The voice ordered, "You'll receive more food in a while." Natasha smiled at the sound of that. Hopefully, it would be something other than the bland potatoes and meatloaf they served. Maybe something mystical that she read in the books. What was it called? Cake?
Her mouth salivated at the thought. She couldn't wait to try cake. Natasha flopped back onto her bed and opened a sleepy eye. She saw gray laid out on the floor, possibly napping. She giggled to herself. Perhaps her new companion would make her days in this facility less lonely.
She was in a happy state for a few minutes, until she felt a great pain in her head. It felt like something was shocking her from the inside.
"Ow!" She held her head with her two hands. It was throbbing. The doctors on the outside let out an attentive gasp.
"What do you think she'll be?" A doctor asked.
"Violent!" One exclaimed with glee. A doctor beside them shook their head.
"Emotional! She's barely shown any emotion throughout her time here."
"I say sexual. A young adult like her has to have some frustration they'd like to release." They all looked towards the head doctor who just stared emptily at the screen. Natasha felt like her brain was on fire, her hunger was growing more and more. Something on the inside of her stomach was clawing at her organs, ready to be set free.
She got up with wobbly steps and almost fell. She propped herself against the wall for support. She took deep breaths and felt sweat roll down her face.
"Come on child, stop resisting!" The head doctor called out.
So hungry, Natasha thought. She looked down at Gray who was fast asleep. She smiled at her little buddy and giggled.
What the-, Natasha thought. Why was she giggling? There was nothing funny about this. She felt another giggle escape her lips and that giggling started to become laughter.
Why am I laughing? Natasha's mind went back and forth. Was this a dream? She had no control over her body. The laughter died out, and she felt her body become hot. Her lower nether regions became aroused. She felt embarrassed, but was getting a very strange feeling. It felt kind of….good?
She was almost about to start experimenting with herself, but felt another weird pain. A burning rage. She was angry at being trapped, angry at the lights, angry at her lack of portions. She stared at gray. That stupid little mouseboy! She just wanted to...wanted to…
Natasha blinked? Why was she changing her mind so rapidly? It was like she was in a daze. A dream. She looked down at gray. He was so adorable. So cute! She got onto her knees and felt a smile come to her lips.
"I want to play with my toy!" Natasha felt the words leave her mouth, and she cringed. She never would have said something so childish. So idiotic. It felt dirty. She smiled and touched gray lightly. She giggled like a little schoolgirl.
"What is this?" Natasha said with fear. This was more than likely her last chance at controlling her own body. In a few more minutes, she wouldn't be in control anymore. She had to do something. She had to get gray to safety. She had to-
Natasha's body slumped over. It was like she instantly fell asleep standing upright. Natasha herself was aware, but was unable to awake. She was suffering from sleep paralysis. Completely unaware of what was going on, but knew that she was still moving. She tried to open her eyes and see, but her mind was closed shut. She was running on 100% instinct now. Her eyes grew wide and her pupils dilated. She felt something sharp emerging from her fingers. Something that never happened before. Claws.
She looked at gray with unemotional eyes. Her eyes were possessed and empty. Somewhat different from the other catgirls.
"This is so strange.." The head doctor muttered, "She's displayed multiple types in just a small amount of time." The head doctor watched Natasha closely. She was about ready to go to her room personally and meet her face to face. The doctor decided against it. She decided to watch for now and record data.
Natasha looked at Gray and heard her stomach growl. She needed to fill it, and right now gray was looking quite delectable. Of course, Natasha herself wasn't aware, but her feral side was wide awake. Her true nature was in control. She muttered all the well known words.
"Hungry!"
"It's happening! It's finally happening." A doctor exclaimed in glee. They raised their hands up to the sky and dropped their clipboard. The head doctor watched on with anticipation.
Natasha lifted gray up by his tail. He was still fast asleep. He was lightly snoring and his snoring sounded like a tea whistle. Natasha felt her hunger start to bubble up in her stomach. Something inside her wanted to eat him. Was it instinct?
She licked him, making his hair fly upward. He awoke with sleepy eyes, smiling at natasha.
*Squeak!* Gray exclaimed as he reached out his hands to touch her. Natasha let the taste of gray linger on her tongue. He tasted absolutely marvelous. A tender, juicy flavor of prime rib. Sizzling on a charcoal grill until perfectly seared and medium well. Her tongue grazed her canines and she felt herself grin.
Stop...Natasha's inner self pleaded, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to eat a mouse. It was instilled in her bones, right down to her DNA. She licked him again, shoving half of his torso onto her saliva drenched tongue before pulling back out. Gray was confused at first, but squealed happily. He must have thought this was a game of some sort.
Stop! I don't want this….I don't...Natasha was fighting her urges, but she was fighting a losing battle.
"Food!" She heard her outer self mutter. This was it! There was no turning back after this. Natasha raised gray up above her mouth and let him dangle there for a few seconds. Then she dropped him and let him fall towards her wide, wet, and hungry entrance.
NOOOOOOO! Natasha temporarily broke free from her mental shackles and turned to bite herself in the arm. The pain brought her back a few moments of sanity. She quickly caught gray in her arms, fumbly with his tiny body before safely securing him in her arms.
Gray squealed happily before snuggling in her hand. She breathed a sigh of relief before looking at the intercom.
This is impossible. She's a 5 type deviant, but resisted the effects of going feral. A doctor pointed out with shaking hands, This is a new scientific discovery.
Natasha felt her head throbbing. She limped towards the door before falling over and hitting her head.
Quick! Someone make sure she's ok! Send a guard! The head doctor ordered. A guard went to investigate. He opened the door slowly and noticed Natasha slumping.
The Girl's ok, I think we need to-. His words were cut short by Natasha ramming into him. He fell over with a thud. Luckily, her feral strength was still in effect, but it wouldn't last long. Nor would her sanity if she didn't eat a mouse soon. Gray was starting to look really tasty right now.
The sounds of sirens were blaring all throughout the facility. Natasha was almost about to panic. She rushed down a dark hallway that was lit at the end of the hall. Natasha rushed down there with gray laughing along the way. She looked to her left and saw a few guards.
Quick! After her! One of the guards yelled out. They ran towards her, and Natasha went the other way. She darted past various other cells. Some wear as silent as the dead of night. Others had girls screaming from the inside. She also passed by a mysterious room that said, "Experimental testing: High personnel only". She wondered what that was about, but had to get out first.
Her stomach groaned and she began to get sleepy. Her eyes grew heavier and her hunger was on the rise again.
"Not yet!" She muttered as she ran to a group of scientists. They were huddling mouse boys like gray on a tray. Natasha's inner pred lunged towards the tray. She pounced onto the scientists and bit down on a mouseboy so fast that she didn't realize it. She chewed a bit, feeling the blood start to trickle down her chin before swallowing in one gulp. Her hunger was sated and she let out a contented sigh.
I feel bad, but he tasted soooo good! She thought as she continued to run. She wondered how Gray felt about this. She held him up to her eyes and gray just stared off into space with a smile.
Not a care in the world, Natasha thought, I wish I could be this oblivious. She kept running and running until her legs were burning. She saw a door on the end of a long hallway labeled "exit"
"There it is gray!" She said with glee. She was finally about to experience freedom. The joy of the sun and being on her own two feet. She and Gray would finally be able to make a life for themselves. Or so she thought!
Natasha felt the air get sucked out of her in an instant. She was tackled to the ground and gray was sent sliding across tile on the floor. Natasha was reaching out to Gray, but two guards held her down. They were armed with tasers buzzing with electricity. The head doctor walked out with pristine grace and authority.
"Going somewhere?" The doctor asked as she looked down at Natasha. Natasha growled at her with a scowl and looked over to see if gray was ok. Gray stood on her own two feet, a bit wobbly, but ok.
"I'm leaving this place behind, and you can't stop me!" Natasha barked back. She couldn't stay here forever. The head scientist looked at her prized specimen, then looked over at gray. He was smiling at the head doctor. She smiled a warm smile at him and lent over to pick him up. Natasha nearly screamed.
"Put him down!" She yelled. Anger filled her voice as her head was slammed harder onto the tile below. The doctor toyed with gray, petting him.
"These things, mouseboys." She began, "are nothing more than pets for you!" She pointed towards natasha. Natasha frowned at this woman's ridiculous statement. The doctor continued.
"Pets! Food! An infestation on cat girl kind." The doctor spoke with such hatred for mouse boys, but was treating Gray like her own baby.
"It's amazing that we-'' She stopped, "you got so attached to this thing!" She licked gray and buzzed over his taste. Natasha was about to burn down this entire facility. If she so much as plucked a hair off gray's adorable little head she'd-
"Let go of him! He's mine!" Natasha screamed with a fierce tone. The doctor giggled and then laughed like she was at a comedy club.
"Yours? You think this weak little mouse is actually yours?" She asked, "They aren't anyones. They aren't people. They are objects. Food. Food belongs to the victor." She walked towards Natasha and held Gray right in front of her. Natasha felt tears begin to welt in her eyes. Gray was reaching out to her like a baby would reach out to their mother.
"That's my baby!" Natasha whispered, "He's all I have!" The doctor let out a loud, boisterous laughter that scared natasha.
"Your baby? We'll be sure to take care of your baby. Take her away!" She ordered the guards. Two powerful arms dragged Natasha by her arms and began to drag her away. Natasha felt sadness flood the inside of her heart.
"NOOOO, Don't take him! Gray? GRAY!" She screamed between sobs, "Don't leave me!" She cried as tears rolled down her face, "Don't leave me, please!" Natasha was sobbing and looked at gray one last time. Gray was still smiling, without a care in the world. Natasha closed her eyes, and the last thing she felt was the zap of a taser before blacking out.
She awoke in her room 24 hours later with no recollection of what happened the last few days. She sat up and looked around. Hunger pains were lingering in her stomach.
"Hello!" She called out to which no one answered. She got up, feeling the throb of a headache from last night. She looked in the mirror and lowered her shirt. A purple bruise painted her skin an ugly color
Do not be alarmed, A voice on the intercom spoke. It shocked Natasha who jumped from freight.
Your food shall be arriving shortly. A few minutes later, the door opened up. It was a tiny being. Smaller than anything she'd seen before. In walked an orphaned mouseboy. No owner, no tag. Just an experimental test subject. He looked up at Natasha and smiled.
You can either befriend this individual or consume him. You decide. The intercom spoke nonchalantly.
Natasha watched the figure look around in amazement. She heard her stomach growling and licked her lips while watching this mysterious creature.
In that moment, Natasha made her decision; and she never regretted it for the rest of her life.