FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Vassk's Versatility for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

"What sort of guy keeps a spaceship in a bakery?"

"The sort of guy that doesn't have a lot of options, but does know a lion that's susceptible to mind control. Now what do you want?"

"Oh, uh..."

Havok shook his head a couple of times, rubbing the back of his neck. The white dragon sighed before looking at the komodo dragon leaning against a computer console.

"Drac said that you could help me with my, uh, wing problem, but you don't -"

"Wing problem, eh?"

The reptile started circling him, and Havok let out a deep sigh as he shook his head. He didn't really consider it a 'problem', per se; being born without wings might make him a bit different from most dragons, but he didn't miss them.

Then again, considering how Draconicon had sent him here, there was probably a whole other reason for meeting Vassk. Havok looked around him, looking at the interior of the alien's spacecraft. He was still rather surprised that the shapeshifter was able to fit into the back of the Feline Divine - as the cafe/bakery called itself - with this thing, but maybe it was like that thing in that show, able to stuff more things inside it than looked possible.

When Vassk tugged on his shoulder, however, Havok tugged back, shaking his head a few times.

"What was that for?"

"Seeing if you even had the muscle structure to be worth the time to do this."

"Worth -"

"Hey, you do. So, that means that the wings just didn't develop, right?"

"...Right."

"But the rest of it did. The muscles are all there; you just need a little bit of jump-starting to get it to work. And I think I got the perfect thing."

The komodo dragon hustled off, visible as a blur of orange from his jumpsuit before disappearing down one of the many corridors that led off of the central room. Havok walked over to it, but the alien was already out of view.

"Need any help?"

"No. Just get yourself over five blocks south and two blocks east. I'll be there in a bit."

"You sure -"

Vassk stuck his head out of a chamber a good five hundred feet away. Yet, the hallway had just looked to be only a hundred feet long. The distance play was giving him a headache, and the dragon nodded, not wanting to have his head hurt anymore.

"Two blocks east and five blocks south."

"You call it the WHAT?!"

Havok was sure he hadn't heard it correctly. Nor did he understand how Vassk had appeared on top of the building behind him, or managed to drag what amounted to a cannon up there. It was like something out of a cartoon, with a big green tip and a number of rings that surrounded the firing rod until it reached the big middle metal part. It couldn't be real; it was too ridiculous to be real, even as Vassk tapped it.

"It's the Feralizer. One of my transformative weapons. All you gotta do is point and shoot, and you get all the power of a feral without having to deal with the stupidity. Been tempted to use it on a mule I've seen, actually; might make his access panels be a little more visible."

"English, Vassk?"

"Feral dragons have wings. This thing force-evolves feral traits. You're a dragon; do the math."

"I...don't think that's how -"

"It works! I've tested it. Now do you want to try this or not?"

Not really, but somehow, I don't think he wants to hear that. With a small sigh, the dragon nodded, and Vassk chuckled.

"Excellent. Now, hold still; we don't want to hit something that's already feral, like a cat or something. This'd probably turn it into a sabertooth, or worse."

I just know I'm going to regret this. He braced himself, clenching his fists at his side as he saw the machine start powering up. Yet another mystery, where it was getting its power from; there were no cords he could see, and he seriously doubted that it was running on a battery. What the heck did Vassk have in that ship, and how did he get it around?

As the rings around the tip started lighting up, he saw the komodo dragon disappear, only to reappear on top of the cannon. It was even more comedic to see the reptile lining up the cannon up there, even going so far as to wrench it around with his body as it started to vibrate. Havok winced, glancing down the alley; maybe he could still -

PEW!

He was rocked off of his feet and onto his back, groaning as he was surrounded by arcs of blue and green energy. He reached up to rub his head -

"Ow!"

Havok jerked his head back, and then stared at his much larger hand. It was more like a paw, now, something that would belong on something feral. As he lifted his other arm, his other hand rapidly extended, forming a paw of its own. And the tingle that had come before that was rapidly spreading down his legs.

He managed to sit up just in time to see his feet bursting through his shoes, leaving him barefoot with legs that were most definitely not normal. The dragon pushed himself upright, but as the tingles ran up his legs, adjusting his hips, he fell forward. He barely caught himself, tottering back and forth as his body continued to grow, bulking up and thickening out rapidly, particularly in the chest.

In no time, his remaining clothes were ripped from his body as his bulk grew too big for them to contain. The dragon shook his head as his next stretched from his shoulders, pushing further and further out until he swore he could swing it around and touch his ass with his nose. Not that he wanted to, but he felt like he could.

He heard a thump, and turned his head towards the far side of the alley. Vassk was walking out from behind a dumpster, shaking his head, and Havok glared at him.

"What - nng - what the hell is going on?"

"I told you. It's the Feralizer. It makes things feral."

"You said it - fuck - evolved feral traits!"

"How are you supposed to do that without going feral?"

Havok groaned, and not just because of the stupid question. His back ached, and he could feel something itching underneath his scales. It only got worse as his tail started to lengthen, pushing out past his widened hindquarters until it was almost as long as the rest of his body was. Which was to say, quite a bit longer.

An explosion of scales rained down as the itch turned into a burst of movement. Havok roared, something far more natural than yelling now, and shook his entire body like a cat out of water. He shuddered as it felt like something was climbing out of his back, not daring to look back from the creepy feeling.

It didn't help when Vassk walked around him and started prodding and poking his back. At first, it was just annoying, but the longer the damn alien did it, the worse it felt. Eventually, Havok whipped his head around and snapped.

Somehow he missed, but he swore he'd brought his jaws down right where Vassk's arm had been. And how was it there one second, then gone the next? It was almost like the alien had teleported. Nevertheless, the dragon glared at his 'benefactor', furious beyond anything he could ever remember being.

"Leave me alone."

"Well, you got your wings."

"Fine. Now change me back!"

"Don't think I can do that..."

"Vassk!"

He spun around, and this time, he did manage to hit the alien, sending him flying towards the other side of the alley. The komodo slammed into a chain link fence, bending it halfway back from the impact. Havok chased after him, bounding across the ground with absolute fury in his eyes. He'd never been this mad; it must be from the change. But that didn't matter, he wasn't going to -

PEW!

He toppled over as his left back paw suddenly refused to leave the ground. Landing hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, Havok looked back over his shoulder, and stared. His foot was covered in black goo, which had melted with the concrete to leave him completely pinned.

"You know, that really hurt."

He turned around, seeing Vassk getting up from the chain link fence, holstering a pistol in his belt. One of quite a few pistols he had, the dragon realized, particularly as the komodo pulled out two more.

"And here I was doing you a favor. Not very grateful, are you?"

"You fucking turned me into something -"

"That gave your wings back. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I -"

"You know what, stop talking."

Faster than he could see, the komodo raised his weapon and pulled the trigger, twice. Black globs smacked against the dragon's face, one on his mouth, one on his forehead. Both began spreading at an alarming rate, and his eyes went wide, his feral mind going more and more red with rage as his body was covered in black.

Vassk approached as the black spread up the dragon's hind leg as well, holding up the second gun and pointing it right between Havok's eyes. The dragon glared up without fear. Perhaps stupidly, as the alien shook his head.

"You're going to be making this up for a while. But maybe better that you don't remember it."

Vassk pulled the trigger, and suddenly, all was white. The dragon couldn't think, couldn't see; all he had was the white light in his mind.

Follow.

A word, a direction. Something he could do. He vaguely felt his body obeying, following...something. It didn't matter; it gave him something to fill the void, and for that, he'd do anything.

The End