Parasite T-29759 Intergration
Reality found itself coming back to the big cat once the feeling of unconsciousness had left him. Opening his slit green eyes, the rubber feline found himself in another room that was peppered with the scent of other males like himself, he noted this fact when took in an involuntarily breath and caught more scents than his nose could tolerate. A deep, raspy sneeze made the feline lurch from where he was lying on top of a plain white cot before his body settled back down and strange new thoughts began to well inside of his recently formed cerebral cortex.
The human known as Chris Redfield was somewhere in the back of his thoughts but kept well out of the way from interfering with the tiger's mental control as the symbiotic organism that had been the rubber goo which had birthed him kept in place the human psyche in a ward within his head, completely docile and unable to do anything but watch with despondence soaking into his being. Not dwelling on the other aspect of himself for long, the rubber feline moved to lift his gargantuan, muscle-bound form from off of his bedding to stand up to his full height of some seven and a half plus feet and then flexed his tightly wired body with a feline growl rumbling up out of his throat.
A hissing grunt made the golden-black striped cat flick his ears and then turn to regard a buff figure standing some meters away from him. Eyes narrowed, fangs bared and claws slipping down from the edges of his fingertip, the great cat found himself in the presence of another feline equally matching himself in every aspect of musculature and ferocity. Standing in front of a closed doorway, stood a lion-like creature gazing at him with a bored and yet cautious look in his amber eyes depths.
A large, rope thick tail flicked behind the other male, and it was definitely a male from what the tiger could see as his narrowed green orbs watched a thick protrusion jutting out from between the other's legs. The tiger didn't bother not wonder or question why the other male was naked, being without clothes himself the striped cat didn't question the need for modesty, he was just aware of a present potentiality for danger within the other who yawned at him with a maw full of deadly incisors made for tearing into flesh and bone alike.
The tiger didn't make a lot of movement from where he was as he slowly crouched into place and let a large hump rise up into his back as his restless tail began to twitch rapidly at the end of its rounded, rubbery tip. The lion's own puffed tail end began to flick rapidly in response, even as the other remained in position where he was, signifying his rising agitation with the other. Tension began to flow through the air like bottled lightning as the two dominant males readied themselves for the other's first move. They both of them could tell that the other would not be placated easily and that there would be a worthwhile struggle between them before the other was subdued...or terminated, whichever came from the outcome.
Mane puffing out as the lion uncurled his muscular shoulders from where they were locked together in front of him, the dark tan looking puff of rubbery fur glinting in the barely noticeable light shining up above the room they were in, the lion readied himself to pounce as his legs began to curl underneath himself and his toe claws scraped against the cool floor beneath his padded feet. Hisses rose from the tiger in great volume as he watched his rival in preparedness to engage the other while letting his shoulders roll back together as the striped feline shifted the tension in his back and spine to give himself enough control in order to catch the other when he made his move. Eyes locked together, neither male budged, both wanting his opponent to make the first mistake between them just as secondary sneeze blasted out through the air and made both of their heads snap to the side to see another of their breed waking up.
The newly awakened creature was as black as midnight, equally muscled and deadly as the tiger and lion but a bit more controlled in his actions as he lifted himself up to look around and then cock his head to the side, one ear flipping back and forth, as he studied the two others. Whereas the tiger had awakened to confusion and some disorientation, the jaguar, at least he appeared to be one from the head down to his shoulders from where he was sitting underneath a heavy white blanket, appeared to have enough cognition to realize that something was not right and began to hiss and growl in panic before jumping up from out of his bed to back himself into a corner.
Back in a hump, tail between his legs and eyes wild with insecurity, the distraction from the other cat was just what was needed to break up the impending brawl that the tiger and lion were about to initiate and make the two of them them settle down and think rationally about what they should be doing now.
For the tiger, he found complete apathy for the situation, his internal awareness finding it better to stand back and observe what was happening rather to make an outright decision based on nothing. Unlike the human Chris, who might have tried to go over and aid the other to dispel the rising anxiety creeping up the other's spine, the tiger had no sense of camaraderie for the unknown feline and instead stepped himself back onto his cot and then sat down heavily, the metal of the frame groaning in protest at the overabundance of weight, and survey what would happen next.
Already gaining a persona of his own befitting a tiger from the wild lands of forgotten jungles, the symbiotic organism inside of his mind began to filter through the striped feline everything the human Chris had known about the solitary nature of the extinct quadrupeds and made an outline of a psyche that would later adapt into becoming somewhat as intelligent and adaptive as the human had been.
The lion, meanwhile, stood rigidly back into place and folded his arms across his chest while slipping his tail around his left thigh. No sense of compassion seemed to flow from the other feline either as his rubbery tan form looked down at the scared, and somewhat, helpless feline who had been transformed the same as the tiger, probably no more than seven days ago. Standing like a sentinel in front of the doors to a library, the maned cat waited solemnly without a hiss or curl of his lips for what would be hours to come.
And that was exactly how the human walking into the room found them, after he finally lifted his head up from the documented analysis sheet he was glancing over to notice another wall in front of the door. Though this other one was lighter in color and seemed to be flexing slightly. Giving a light cough and watching the back muscles tighten for a mere second before the wall moved aside, the man in the doctor's coat, blue button down shirt and black pants stepped inside. The man had to have been in his late twenties with those bright blue eyes of his, short cropped black hair and pert face giving him open expression of calm amidst the three agitated seeming feline. Standing and lowering his clipboard so that it rested in his hand at his side, the man gazed at the three great cats and then let out a heavy sigh before muttering something low enough to make three pairs of ears flick in his direction. Taking a calming breath, the man let his body relax before speaking and introducing himself as Dr. Zuria MeinGala.
Not one of the felines seemed to pay the much smaller man much attention, all of them too busy in their own worlds of boredom, curiosity and uncertainty, respectfully. Seeing that he was being promptly ignored the man went on and began to prattle about what had happened to the three of them and why they had been locked in with one another. The door behind the lion having been locked securely by metallic locks that had withstood the lion's forceful prodding some hours before the tiger had awoken despite his endless supply of power and determination to get out of the enclosure he had found himself trapped in.
To that effect, the three felines came to understand that they were in a underground research facility, privately owned and not under government control, and had been selected for genetic testing of a new kind of symbiotic life form that had been collected from the cells of the Invaders. This meant little to the lion and jaguar, the latter finding a fragment of ease at knowing what had happened to him, although not much more than that as he remained in place where he was crouched but eased the hump from his back to settled down on his knees on the floor.
For the tiger however he found himself mildly interested as the thought of the Invaders stirred an irrational sense of disdain and furor to rise up through his system like bile, his symbiotic controller was madly going through Chris' memory banks in the same moment, gathering all forms of data that it could on the being known as the Invaders. Finding much about them to be the same as itself the symbiote failed to understand the necessity for the reverse-engineering and then reconstruction these being to initially create the same said beings, though it decided after a moment that more data was needed for a complete understanding of the situation. To that end, the tiger listened raptly to the human drone on about what would happen to them in the near future and what would be expected of their performance from the trails and observations to come.
Apparently, they were the next in line to be experimented on and tested to see how far the humans could come when it came to creating artificially soldiers who were far superior to the kinds that were already being used as backup for the government and military. The ones who had rescued Chris and his men those years ago had all been...reconditioned and put away to be used for other means that the doctor failed to expand on. Reading between the lines, they were the new meat that would be but under the fire for the unseen hands that were actually running operations.
Failure to meet standards would mean that they would be disassembled and then reconfigured to be more malleable to the expectations of those around them. The tiger's symbiote found itself coming to understand the severity of what would happen to itself and its host's body if things were not handled in the proper fashion to secure appeasement from the unknown individuals. The sense of self-preservation was ingrained in Chris' mind rocked the living parasite hard enough that flashes of desperation shone through the tiger's eyes before being masked by unconcern for the indefinite future.
The doctor tried to assure them that all of the tests would be geared towards their past individual human traits, or whatever had been left of them from their conversion, and that the calculated chances for failure were small at best. This didn't reassure any of the felines but neither did it shake them, to which the human found himself taken aback by the total air of indifference that seemed to be floating around him suddenly. Coughing heavily behind one hand, the man told each of them that the testing would begin in several hours and do whatever was possible to ready themselves, though not exactly having any idea himself about what they could possibly do in their predicament as they were, for all intents and purposes, show animals that were about to be put on display.
Having a deep belief that the knowledge of their impending futures would get them to act logically, the man made his way to the door and was totally unprepared to be knocked down by a charging black mass that had designs on escape. Lying flat on his face, clipboard having been flung from his hands to land at the feet of the standing lion, who looked down in curiosity, the man would be able to claim complete innocence to the next happenings when he got up and walked down the hall to meet his superiors.
The tiger and lion both looked to each other with blank expression as sirens began to echo all around the underground lab and the voices of men shouting bounced off the walls and into their sensitive ears. Both listening to what was happening, neither had any illusion about what was going on as they heard gunfire go off, almost loud enough to actually be heard in the room by the shaky scientist who was trying to stumble up from the ground, as bodies being thrown against the wall just as a large cat's scream rent the air, and finally a heavy thud made both tiger and lion lower their heads in some phantom aspect of pity before silence returned some seconds later when the alarms were turned off and everything went to normal. Scents flooded in next, wafting through the open door, and both felines could only stare at one another as a certain metallic scent hit their nostrils and made both their tails curl and flex behind them with grief. Though they hadn't bothered to try to know the other, the two of them still felt a certain ache in their chests at the thought of the rash decision that had probably ended the existence of one of their number.
By the time the doctor was finally on his feet, clipboard unaccounted for as a haze swirled around his head, he was unsteadily walking out of the room and moving down the hall just in time to have several angry men charging his way. What happened to the man next was unknown to the two great cats as several uniformed guards stepped into the room next and began to bark and them like a drill sergeant. Neither feline paid the human any attention as both too busy trying to comprehend that their next few days were going to be something considerably harder because of the fool move of one scared jaguar. The symbiote inside of the tiger was madly taking in information from what was happening outside and then plotting and planning to find a way to gain freedom for itself and its host as grim theories were formulated about the future to come.
Details of the jaguar's execution had been given to them by the same doctor, who seemed much more curt and dismissive with the two of them upon his return some hours later. The schedule that had been planned was reformulated and extra safeguards were instilled in the form of armed guards that would follow the tiger and lion around wherever they went. Talk about a third member being added to their number was clipped at best and left to the wind by their handler as the doctor gave them instructions about the exercises they were going to be put under tomorrow. Much of the night found the two felines unable to sleep easily as they both had thoughts of what could be in store for them and what greater expectations would been needed to keep their own existences from being terminated. When the lights went out around them as they lay on their cots their glowing eyes piercing the darkness despite the gloom, while their tails swung on the sides of their beds and some three feet away from one another, their individual beds only meters apart.
Sometime later though sleep did come and with it a new morn that was initiated by a blast of light and sound as several men storming in to rouse them from sleep. Not waking immediately found tasers gracing their pelts and electric shocks causing their rubbery hides to tingle from the absorption of electricity.
After that, a routine was made and followed by the two felines as they were herded down a long hallway to another room, this one filled with tools and machines befitting some Olympian weightlifting champion, before orders were barked out and the two felines were made to test every single piece of workout equipment. From five hundred pound weights being lifted in both hands, to hour-long underwater breathing exercises being inside of large Jacuzzi-like tub, to running around on customized treadmills able to withstand the force of two Titans of muscles beating up the treads underneath their feet at forty mile per hour runs, the tiger and lion were pushed and pushed and made to go the limits of their seemingly relentless bodies.
Deep inside of the tiger's head, what was once the human Chris was slightly amused that it seemed like he was going through basic training all over again as he watched from his place in the darker corners of his mind.
Muffled comments came from doctors and scientist around them giving the two of them the knowledge that their predecessors weren't able to last half as long as the both of them. Something about deterioration of muscle mass and stamina, complete with metabolic shutdown after hours on end, had the two great cats understanding that they were the elite of the prototypes that would be marketed, if all went well. What neither of realized that the symbiotes inside of their heads, or atleast the one in the tiger's head, was going into overdrive trying to sustain the onslaught of torment that was being put onto its host's body.
The parasite controlling the functions of its vessel was rapidly growing with every minute that the cells inside of the body were broken down and regenerated from the exertion of physical stress that was being undertaken on the tiger. This in turn made the striped feline's body ripple and grow to slightly larger dimensions as it underwent something akin to puberty within hours instead of days.
Though the growth wasn't anything to cause the men around him to raise an eye over, in the few months it would be something to note that the dimensions of the bed that the tiger was sleeping on seemed to have shrunken to an almost dwarf-like size, not to mention the lion's. Spying a casual eye over to the other feline, who was currently taking a rest while he was doing several dozen pushups as he was getting checked over by the doctors, the tiger had to wonder why one man in particular seemed to find the genital area of the lion so interesting as the human constantly found his hand lingering just centimeters from the maned cat's crotch. The symbiotic organism seemed to decipher that some form of adoration was creeping through the human as he checked over the lion's heartbeat while rubbing small patterns into the other feline's thigh muscle.
Taking a small chance to let his own eyes latch onto the naked middle of the other feline, the tiger found a certain stirring in his head that went lower down his chest towards his groin as he continued to push himself up and down off the floor without breaking a sweat. Nothing that came from the top of his mind could help the tiger to figure out why he was getting so aroused at the sight of the other feline who was looking as bored as he had yesterday.
Technically, Chris Redfield had never been homosexual and the event from the day of his transformation had been more for sensory ascertain than anything remotely sexual, though what it had turned into...well that had just been the causality of the effect. The symbiote inside of him was at a loss to figure it out, when it took a second to process over the thoughts of the striped cat before going back to keeping the tiger's internal system from overloading or shutting down without command. Nothing from previous records could help either of the two dominant psyches and Chris had little male-on-male experience to go on, other than the locker room jerkoff sessions back at basic and there it had been just a bonding experience between guys.
At the idea of bonding with the other cat suddenly had the tiger reeling as he felt a deep purr rise up through his throat. The doctors and scientist around him didn't understand why he was making these noises and recorded the sounds on miniature handheld recorders. All of them keeping their safe distance of five plus feet, the tiger was able to continue his workout while spying on the lion, who was getting up to head over to a bench-press loaded with seven-hundred and fifty pounds of iron, without further ado.
The tiger would watch from wherever he would be situated out of the corner of his eye and would always keep a check on the other, taking special note of how the muscles of the lion's body would flex and shiver at every pump they undertook of the bar in-between heavy paws. Lips twitching and muzzle parting open as if breathing in the air coming off of the other, no one took notice as the tiger seemed to chuff and pant while licking his lips before going back to his workout, the length of his sex growing a little harder than before as foreign thoughts invaded his head and nearly crushed the symbiote inside like a pancake.
More hours passed, some of the scientist changed shifts as doctors went to go have lunch, yet the two great cats continued to push themselves and strain their limits to new heights while being examined and poked by different medical tools. After a while both cats now, the lion having taken a note of the tiger's intentions when the striped cat moved about in front him to use the bench he had been on just minutes prior only to raise his tail and ghost the end of its tip over his chest teasingly as the maned cat moved to the drop to the floor and try his paw at outdoing three hundred solid pushups the other cat had done, began to subtly court one another in the ways of two males posturing for a female's attention.
Though not exactly how it would have happened in the wilds, two dominant males more than likely would be tearing into one another than to keep civil in a shared territory, the rubber symbiotic creatures came to understand that they were the only of their kind and shared a progressive need to unify with each other on a psychological level, if not an intimate one as the both of them began to get aroused around one another. The scent of the both having grown so heavy in the room that the two great cats were literally breathing every single drop of each other without anyone being the wise, not that humans could have smelled anything past their own faces, so much so that the two symbiotes in their heads were going over the biological information from the genetic samples they were getting from the unseen rubber goo covering the floor.
Though they didn't have glands like normal humans anymore, the alterations of their internal organs having rearranged things to remove unnecessary body functions to maximize external growth efficiency, the two rubber felines did have something akin that gave them their own particular scents and they were special filled sacs full of chemicals that were situated in various places in their bodies. Many of these pouches were located near the genital areas between the two feline's legs while several others were scattered throughout the underside of their tails, right beneath the pads of their paws, two at their feet and two more right underneath their underarms.
Unlike the glands of a human which would produce sweat to keep the body cool, these were almost totally animal based in quality as they released subtle hints of unseen, organic goo onto the floors and onto themselves. This goo would mix together as both stepped onto the same section of floor over and over again and would then filtrate inside of their individual bodies from where it would be absorbed through their paw pads, harden onto both of their feet and then enhance each other's scent to where both would become docile or physically excited around one another.
By the time the men around them had called it a day both cats were in better shape than the entire group surrounding them. Neither was truly tired, in fact both actually felt healthier than they had in the dim recollection of memories as humans, yet both understood the need for rest to let themselves regenerate from the exertion that were causing both of their symbiotes to cool down from the strain they had been put under. Being carted off and then locked into the same room as before, the two males went over to their respective beds and then sat down on top of them, ignoring the squeaking metal to instead look over one another with their piercing slit eyes asking questions of the other.
Neither could formulate words just yet from their misshapen mouths, their muzzles wouldn't allow for them to enunciate clear enough what they had to say and their vocal cords were still in the primitive stages of being, the symbiotes having seen no purpose in developing them as there was nothing needed to be said. So that left the two with wordlessly watching one another while letting out soft purrs when emotion got to be to great and their tails coiled together just inches from off of the floor.
Striped gold and black mixed with a dark tuft of tan and brown as the two rubber felines sat and stared for the rest of the night even when the lights went out and the darkness left their glowing eyes focused on one another.
Days of exercising turned into weeks of training as whoever was in charge of the project to experiment with the two felines changed their routine from weights to weapon usage. Laser weapons were made to fit the feline's broad paws, as the doctors had come to find out that the more physical exertion the two underwent the faster they grew. Both cats now stood well over eight feet two inches tall and more than five hundred pounds of pure rubber muscle.
Clothes were surmised to be outfitted for them to fit over their large thighs and arms, but in the end it was decided that loincloths would have to do since it would take too long to have some tailored for them to wear only to have it rip at the seams later on when the two grew even larger. It was decided beforehand that the two great cats would be allowed to grow as big as possible and then to harvest their genetic makeup to create more of their kind for future use.
The days of weightlifting that followed were tapered with training in the art of war as the two felines were paired together against holographic models that would fire real lasers at them.
Moving through an artificially hologramed world, the two great cats felt slightly at home within the illusionary world of low grass and weeds. Though they couldn't feel the wind on their bodies, nor scent anything living in the world around them, save for each other, both felt a sense of freedom at being out there in the open...in the vast emptiness that they dominated. This sense of wonder and awe didn't last long as the white light tore through the both of them, at the shoulder of the tiger and the side of the lion before they ducked into the grass and then lifted their ears to listen out for wherever they had just been attacked from.
The damage that was done cut through their rubber hide, black tar like sap easing from the wounds that were made, revealing that underneath there was little human left over from the initial changes, only respectively colored inner plumbing that seemed to have all of the ideal functions of a human form, so reversing the process was improbable at the moment, before the two quickly adapted to the use of their symbiotes, which both healed their bodies, reigned in their senses and were growing at a rate ten times of what their host bodies were.
On the outside, the tiger and lion appeared to be slow, but agile enough to learn to dodge blasts of white fire easily enough, while on the inside memories were made of the opposition and counterstrikes were formulated when opportunities presented themselves. For the tiger, he was able to adapt even fast than the lion to make strategies and plan assaults and take the chances to fire his lasergun from the sides and behind when the holograms would try to trap them in a pincer while the lion would take moments of distraction by the AIs to take headshots whenever he could or to lay suppressing fire to give the striped cat enough time to get into a better position to take out approaching holofigures.
Because of their enhanced senses and their familiarity with their terrain, the two were able to coordinate with each other and stalk their prey with ease since the AIs weren't programmed to adapt like they were. Silence would often follow for several minutes as men behind glass would look at the inside of the virtual space room and take note of the actions of both felines before whispers of movement and bursting shots would resound throughout before silence would follow.
The doctors and scientist watched as the wounds that the two initially took sealed themselves after minutes, making them formulate the idea that somehow they were able to draw upon internal proteins instead of white blood cells the human body had to regenerate themselves. This was an ability the Invaders didn't possess outright, but did have on a lesser scale where they could absorb the leftover remains of their fallen units to assimilate the leftover material of the others to grow smarter and more adaptable to the battlefield. That was often why large engagements with the Invaders were met with loss after loss as the humans could only take out so many before more appeared to wear them down. Possibilities for usage of this factor in human hybrids were theorized but left in the wind...for now.
By the time the day was done, both felines were panting, more from the excess number of wounds they had taken when the men had cranked up the AI protocols and increased the level of danger around them. The flowing black rivulets on the two rubber symbiotic life forms were too numerous to count but by the time they were shipped back to their room, and given several gallons of water, the fluids found to be enough to sustain the two without the need for them to eat anything solid save for one or two days out of every week, and then only in large servings before the two would finish and lose all interest in eating, their wounds were slowly knitting themselves back into place and leaving enough samples behind for someone to scoop up into Petri dishes, capped and then label. The two would drink the several gallons they had been given and then drop off to bed where they would doze for several hours before waking in the dead or morning to turn and look and purr at one another.
The humans would never know about it, but the two males were steadily increasing their attachment to one another and breeching the boundaries of space between one another day by day. It should have been obvious to someone that being so close and having no other means of companionship would draw the two like creatures to each other. Even if physical they only touched and padded each other down to study the contours of the other's shapes, there was a level of bonding going on that would soon develop into something else. This something was to be intimate on a primal level, but it wouldn't happen for many more weeks, the two symbiotes within them having to steadily alter their body functions to be able to handle what would result from a union of passion between them two.
Though they had never said a word, didn't know who the other was before they became who they were now and had no experience when it came to such matters like intercourse, these moot points didn't stop the two rubber felines from finding their way on the floor together and nuzzling, bumping heads and rubbing their lower bodies, sans lionwraps which had been taken from them after every training sessions, together as they created a small nest onto the floor with several pillows around them and two blankets curled over them. The lion seemed to play the dominant of the two, but often enough the tiger was the one who lay sprawled over the other male while gently batting at his tawny tufted tail.
More weeks passed, more training came, tests were taken on the two felines DNA while individual symbiotes worked swiftly in each other's respective heads to try to make ready for the coming moment that was in the winds between the tiger and lion.