Synopsis: Too bad your research trip in the rainforest led you into the deadly, oh so hungry claws of a were-crocodile, a creature unsure if it should devour, or caress you.
Rule number one when visiting any kind of landscape with dangerous wildlife-- never stray from the path. At the very least, bring a partner to ensure that if you get lost, you aren’t alone.
Despite your seasoned experience in the rainforest, that rule slipped you. You were too trained on the fascinating, never-before-seen footprints on the ground to pay attention to where you were walking.
Your magnifying glass was held close to the damp, rich earth as you trudged through low-hanging foliage. Soon the earth turned to mud, mud to puddles, puddles to swamp. You were thigh-deep into dark green sludge before you noticed the dark yellow eyes boring into you.
You wouldn’t be able to get back on dry land without splashing, without alerting the creature that you were trying to bolt. It stalked from beneath the shadows of a kapok tree, seemingly gliding from beneath the water as only the top half of its head exposed itself.
The closer it got, the deeper you could see his rich flesh, the scaled, thickset tail resting on top of the water.
As soon as it pounced-- human-like arms covered in scales gripping at your thigh beneath the water-- you shrieked. You had gone face-to-face with man-killing creatures before, but not something like this. Something with the speed of a human and the body of a well-designed killer.
You refused to cry, terrified and trying to scrape at the creature to let you go. Nothing in your years of studying amphibians and reptiles had you ever seen such a specimen-- something inhuman, but not animal. It looked like it wanted to kill you, to bite into the soft flesh exposed beneath your ripped cargo pants.
Its jaw hovered over your throat, keeping you hidden in the thick, ginormous roots of a tree near his river. The water was slow moving, smelling of algae and impossible to see through. His tail, longer than your body, thicker than your legs put together, sat half in the water. His top half encaged you beneath the tree, shoved within the narrow roots that surrounded his hiding place.
Hot breath left your neck dripping in sweat, your heart pounding at the gentle closing, opening of its mouth-- his mouth. If you could even call it a ‘he.’ there was only the instincts of an animal behind his eyes. Despite the humanoid shape of his mouth, face, he was anything but. Rough skin full of abrasions turned into dark green scales, decorating his back into points and running down his spine, down to the thick start of his tail.
A guttural growl left from out his slack mouth whenever you shifted too much, holding onto the roots to stop from collapsing under his weight.
Its eyes locked on a ticklish, thick drop of sweat that slid down your throat. Elliptical pupils once trained on your shell-shocked expression were entranced by the sweet smell of your perspiration.
Within the sounds of squawking birds and little raindrops occasionally pelting large fauna, you could hear his tongue slip from out his mouth. It was wet, his chest grumbling as the lukewarm muscle twitched, hovering, landing on your bead of sweat.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, grunting as a pair of powerful thighs encased around your hips, his lower half sinking onto your legs.
“Sw…eet…”
A raspy sigh came from his mouth, the tip of his tongue on your jugular delving into a fat lick. The entirety of his mouth ran along the sweat caked onto your neck, collecting every drop.
You watched as his tail slid, making small movements in the water. It didn’t quite wag like a dog, but it twitched at the end, swaying back and forth in the mud with a certain rhythm.
“Please don’t eat me…” You whispered, hearing splinters form in the tree behind you at how deep his claws dug in, how they slid down closer toward your head with each inhale of your scent.
His movements stopped, tongue laying flat right below your jaw. You lifted your head to try to escape from it, but that only proved to give the beast easier access, more skin for him to taste.
Slowly, his tongue retracted, swallowing thickly as your neck now dripped with saliva, a thick substance trailing to your collar. His scent, him, trailing from you.
Yellow eyes fluttered from looking into yours, back down to the pulse in your throat, the tender taste of what lies below your clothes, beneath your skin.
Meat. And so much of it.
He would be so satiated, even just from eating half of you; he hadn’t eaten something so filling in months, let alone anything at all for weeks.
Just a small bite, right? A taste, you could still be here with him, and he could have a piece of you, a delicious piece.
No, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Not with how achingly starved he was, how easy of prey you were.
But his teeth still hovered, panting over your shoulder, tearing at your thin t-shirt. You had already sweat through it, much to his quivering pleasure.
Red marks tarnished your skin, drawing slow gaps of blood as the creature let out a stuttered bellow, tongue hesitating, jaw shaking. Right here. So close. So tasty. You’d have to be consumed sooner or later, so why not right now?
But there were other ways he wanted to consume you, to have you. A meal wouldn’t be enough.
But a taste… that’s all it would take.
The dark gold trained on your shoulder zeroed in. It wasn’t soft, it didn’t look like a human kind of craving. It was empty, save for desire. Nothing could stop him from his target, from the slow drip of red into your shirt, soon to be on his teeth.
You were given the chance to shriek once more as he lunged, cracked and sobbing before teeth even broke skin.
The breath in your throat grew stuck once you heard him snap open his jaw, razors ripping into your flesh without kindness, without patience.
He hoped the gentle swirl of his tongue eased your pain through his chewing, a bright chunk of red now coating from where he stole.
Last but not least, the last batch my Tim and Ratman going through it with the [weretober] list!
I'm honestly shocked that I managed another year of completing a full piece from start-to-finish every day before midnight hit! Hopefully Tim (and Ratman) can rest easy now without the looming threat of me throwing them into back-to-back situations again.
If you're interested in my previous year's pics, it's under the tag [#weretober 2024]!
(Prompts #23-31 in order: Sabertooth Crocodile -> Wolverine -> Penguin -> Tarantula Dog -> Polar Panda -> Spirit Moose -> Wolpertinger -> Colossal Rat -> Koi Serpent + Bonus Sketches under cut!)
I sketched this in response to a comment on my tweet with Tarantula Dogman about if he's so dangerous, WHY is he so fluffy and huggable? (The answer is that you can definitely trust him and his face that splits in half)
As for the Colossal Ratman, I had a couple ideas in mind for posing, but went with the car one. (However I'm really tempted to draw the one with him running later, actually hOILJKDF)
Introducing Lyle Roddenberry, Myle's father. A former Royal Marine that was considered SUCH a threat on the battlefield and in boarding actions that he was known as "The Beast" or "Lord Surrey's Beast".
Due to his years of service during the global conflict known as the Twenty Years' War (and fierce political advocacy by Lord Surrey), he recieved a pension that lets him live comfortably enough, and now mostly spends his time trying to be a good dad, tell war stories with the lads in the pub and write those memoirs that he totally will write soon (honest!)
Make no mistake however… he may be mellow, but he's not to be trifled with at all. He's already a big man by any standard, and absolutely towers most people as a were-Saltwater crocodile!
It was from him that Myles got his love of the sea and its wonders, as well as encouraging him to keep himself in shape.
"A sharp mind should be housed in a strong body" as he would say.
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Sketch adoptable, because I need some money for medicine atm
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Every detail can be discussed to your liking and changed/edited/added
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Mina is a weretiger, and Phaeris is a werecrocodile. The tigers have been on the side of the lions since the beginning, but Mina saw nothing good to come of conquering. For this, she and her brother were cast out and sent to the arenas of Scoria.
So I kept thinking a scenario in my Beast Support Sonic AU. In this AU, theres a condition simply called the 'beast' condition that causes people to turn into werebeasts, whether they naturally have it in their genes or are infected. This story focuses on a support group for those that are affected.
In this story I wanted to focus on a scenario I had surrounding Vector and Vanilla in the AU.
Warning: Contains body horror, mentions of blood and violence, and very very slight language.
I dunno. I wanted to write this AU is fun for my liking of beasts and just having characters support eachother when the horrors persist. Emotion horrors and with body horror horrors.
It was never a fun experience waiting for an oncoming shift when you’re a carrier of the beast gene, but it was even worse when you never knew when it would happen. Just that it would, at some random point.
That’s what Vector’s been dealing with this past week.
Just thinking about how his life was before this week, it was still a lot to take in that so much had already changed and it wasn’t even over yet.
Sure, it was already a lot learning about this whole support group, but he had no involvement in it initially. He’d just take his boys for visits and the therapy sessions.
Little Charmy was already showing signs of that beast gene and having a lot of tendencies. While his species was unusual, they still were happy to help him and make sure he could adjust and know what to expect in the future.
Espio meanwhile, he would never admit it, but he had been struggling with his new shifts. He had come to the age they started happening naturally. His bloodline is been filled with natural beasts according to him, but he had no idea how to cope with it. It clearly scared him, so when Vector heard about this place, it felt like the best thing to do. It wasn’t like he could offer much in support.
Of course, he’d never stick around long, Vector felt it was best if were to stay out of the way. Just planned on dropping his boys off, and then coming to get them when they were done. The only times he’d stay for longer is he’d speak to Bark, the head honcho and the licenced therapist of the group. Or catching up with Vanilla, the nurse and main caretaker over the kid beasts. Talking to her was especially…nice. She was a very beautiful woman and her flirty comments left him a blushing mess. Even though he’d get so flustered and nervous around her, he enjoyed talking to her. And it seemed to him she enjoyed talking to him to, heck she even let him sit down with other kids once. Even meeting Vanilla’s daughter, Cream. What a sweet little thing…
This place really seemed like a good small community for the ones that needed it. Vector was content to come around occasionally but never really expected to be a huge part of this place.
But then that night happened… that damn night.
Vector had spent a bit longer than expected talking to Vanilla again, making his usually quick departure not so fast… although it’s unlikely that would’ve changed anything for the man.
One moment, he was walking back to his car, parked further into the woods as far he could’ve taken it. And the next moment? he was suddenly chased and pounced on, feeling claws and teeth ripping and tearing at his flesh.
It all happened so fast, he didn’t stand a chance against his attacker and all he could do was yell out in fear and pain.
He truly believed he would’ve have died that night… but someone had pounced onto his attacker. It would take him a moment to realise who it was he was looking at. Realising it was Vanilla who had quickly come to his aid. Going from kicking and swiping at the feral attacker to standing over him protectively, snarling and growling at the outsider.
From all the times he had visited, Vector had never seen her ‘beast’ look… and if he had more focus, he probably would’ve felt more entranced by her. But at that moment, he was bleeding heavily and expecting to die at any moment.
Bark had quickly come as well, roaring loudly and quickly attacking the outsider beast with all his fury. Bark had already made it clear to everyone how angry he got at other beasts that made those with the gene have a bad reputation. Acting like mindless violent monsters and attacking others simply because they could. But ones that attack anywhere near his support group? That was another level. The fight went from vicious, to deadly.
Vector didn’t see that fight for long, not that he remembered seeing much of it anyway. Vanilla had quickly swooped him up, carrying him close to her like he weighed nothing as she ran. He definitely remembered how feeling her press him so closely to her certainly made him calmer… somehow. He would’ve expected the opposite. But he had quickly passed out at this point.
When he had come to finally, he was covered with stiches and bandages and it was already dawn. Vanilla was still with him, tending over him. She was the one to tell him tthat he would likely turn because of his injuries. So, he was asked to stay with them until he did, so they’d know what to do and how to help him.
Since then, he’s been with the group. And to no one’s surprise, Vectors been, very nervous.
Of course, spending time with Espio, Charmy or any of the other kids would put a smile on his face; helping him forget his worries… but it would never last. It didn’t help seeing and hearing everyone in this group shift at least once a day didn’t help his paranoia. It was already a bit unnerving to catch glimpses of it or hear it before, but now? It just served as a reminder as what was to come.
But Vanilla was so kind, so supportive. She remained with him the whole time, tending to his injuries Even if the wounds themselves had healed rather quickly, the aches would continue on. And the paranoia of the possible shift left him clearly stressed. Even though she could’ve been spending her off-time for herself or whatnot, she spent it with him. Just making sure he was comfortable and safe. Even offering to let him stay in her clinic just so she could keep an eye on him.
They had really grown closer throughout this week. Everyone had noticed it, even the kids did.
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The sun had gone down not long ago, some had gone to sleep, while others with more primal nocturnal instincts were up and about. Vanilla had a pot of tea for Vector while she was restocking of her medicine in the next room. She always wanted to be prepared; the worst always seemed to happen when she wasn’t. And in the case of having someone who’s likely going to turn soon, she especially wanted to be ready.
In other room, Vector was having a rather peaceful evening. Simply listening to music on his headphones and enjoying the tea. For a moment, he thought the hot tea was irritating him. A discomforting feeling was building up in his chest. But a massive shock of pain struck him that instant. It made everything stop. He suddenly dropped the teacup onto the ground with a loud shatter. His hands going to his chest immediately, his breathing intensifying.
“Vector? Is everything okay?”, Vanilla would ask from the other room, she was already aware he had a few scares this week, so she awaited an answer.
He tried to responds to her but only noises escaped his mouth. His chest felt like it was trapped in a vice. At first, he thought he was having another panic attack, or at worse a heart attack, but as he felt this pressure in his chest spread slowly to the rest of his body, he realised what it meant.
It was finally happening. And in that moment, his fear increased tenfold.
Vector, in his panic, he just stood up, wanting to go to Vanilla for help but when he tried to take a single step, he quickly fell to his knees, his headphones falling off at the sudden drop.
His hands were shaking now, and the rest of his body followed suit. Vector tried to move but he couldn’t, his body felt stiff. Like he was stuck in a state of rigor mortis. Slowly, he began to hear minor cracking, from his own bones creaking and starting to change. The pressure in his body was building so fast. If he wasn’t at all aware of any of this, he would wholeheartedly believe he wasn’t long for the world. But no, he was very much alive and it was only going to get worse…
Vanilla swiftly came into the room; she had a feeling she knew what was happening when she heard no verbal response and had to fetch her medicine bag to prepare. It was mostly full of medication and some sedatives, at the risk Vector lost control and she had to calm him down. The rabbit quickly knelt down next to him, quick to show him support. These shifts were horrible enough but going through them alone was usually awful for first-timers… she knew Vector shouldn’t be alone right now.
“Don’t fight it, dear, you need to just let it happen”, she tenderly spoke, putting a hand on one of his, rubbing it gently, “It’ll hurt but it’ll be over soon. I promise”.
A crushing pain had hit the crocs jaws, it took him back to his youth with the damn teeth pain. As a child, a toothache was one of the worst things he could experience. This pain made him wish it was a menial toothache. He could only clench his jaw tightly; he didn’t know what was happening to them but whatever was going on with them hurt like hell. He could taste blood in his mouth as it and saliva began dripping out of his maw uncontrollably.
To Vanilla, she could see his teeth getting larger and longer, so many of them struggling to fit in his mouth and even new ones coming in. She winced at this sight; she knew her front teeth were a huge pain during her first couple of changes. She couldn’t imagine how it felt having all of those teeth change all at once. A loud snap that even she could hear caused him to yell out slightly, it sounded more one out of fright than pain. He couldn’t even close his jaw properly now, it just had to remain ajar as more blood dribbled out.
But even throughout this, Vector still felt Vanilla’s hand clenching him tightly in support. While it wasn’t much, it did offer him some bit of comfort in the back of his mind. That he at least wasn’t alone, and he had someone here to help him… at least emotionally.
That is until a sudden shift under his skin made her move away, he could feel it himself. The bones in his hands breaking and reforming all on their own. His claws were starting to come in. He began clawing desperately at the ground as they grew longer and sharper. Leaving blood and scratch marks on the ground.
At this point, despite how much pain he was already in, Vector had only tried to focus on his breathing. Even though the snapping of his jaw caused him to have a close call, he did his best to keep his breathing as steady as possible, even if it felt so hard to do. Vanilla had encouraged him to this earlier this week when this occurred It was natural instinct to try and fight and react fearfully to this, according to her, but it would be easier if he let it take its course. To just breathe through it. So, he tried, as much as he wanted to wail out in pain as he felt his body break and reform, he tried to keep his breathing steady, at least as well as he could.
But his steady-ish breathing quickly went downhill when a loud snap, followed by a horrible crunch, came from his back. He couldn’t help but scream out. The pressure. It was so much. It was as If someone dropped a damn car on his back. Vector curled up as this agony continued, he tried to get his breathing back to how it was before but it was impossible now.
Vanilla had even jumped, she couldn’t even blame Vector for yelling at that. Even she could hear it… she looked up to his back to inspect the damage, make sure nothing abnormal was a happening… to him. There was always a chance that could happen and she’d need to step in or fetch assistance.
And while it was grotesque, there was nothing unusual, thankfully. She could see his spine protruding through his skin, his ribs and spine shifting disturbingly from under the crocodile’s flesh but even more so, his own leathery skin began to chance. It got thicker, spiky even. It started from just his upper back between his shoulders, but it quickly spread, from all across his back to even down to the very tip of his tail. His body slowly following suit to this, his body getting thicker with this new armoured skin and sporting spikes across different parts of his body. His arms, his legs, even his face.
At this point Vector began to cry, the man had started to curl up, shaking horribly as the tears fell from his face.
“..V…it…I can’t…it..-fuck--it’s s-so-o much…I can’t-”, Vector’s voice cracked as he tried to speak, all between pained groans and gasps as his chest started to shift now, his ribs all snapping into pieces, like they were stabbing into his lungs. Breathing felt impossible to do, no matter how much he tried. He felt as he was suffocating at one point as his organs started to take moments to grow larger with his ever-changing body.
“It’ll be okay. I promise. You’ll be okay”, it was all Vanilla could say.a
As much as they tried before, painkillers never worked for the transformations. All that could be done was aftercare. For this part, every shifter had to deal with it alone. It was horrible but they had no choice, the only saving grace is that it got painless as you dealt with it more.
Vector looked up at Vanilla, his eyes had already started to change colour. A glowing yellow with the black coming into the sclera. Not only were tears in them, fear. He was so afraid. She couldn’t blame him, her first time had left her so shaken, so it was only expected anyone else would be scared in this position.
His hands and knees gave out finally, especially as his arms and legs started to change in structure, Vector collapsed onto the ground, feeling the rest of his body continue to transform out of his control. Whatever remained of his clothes had shredded into pieces, he wasn’t happy about his boots and jacket being wrecked, but he panicked the most at the realisation of his golden chain cross still being around his neck.
He could even feel the chain getting tighter around his neck as it started to grow thicker, he desperately tried to get it off of him. He didn’t want to break it. But trying to move under your own control was impossible during all of this. So the most he did was claw into his own neck.
Thankfully, Vanilla quickly noticed this and took the chain off. She knew by now how it meant to him, almost as much as his headphones that she had picked up quickly from the floor. If she wasn’t so caught up with this, she would’ve thought to take those off and away immediately. If she came in here faster, she could’ve warned him to take off anything he was wearing. Even if it would’ve made being here with him much more awkward. Not that it would matter in the end anyway…
Vector continued to grow larger, almost twice his own size now. His muscles huge and strong, heck even his body was visibly wider and broad. His leather skin tough, hard and spikey, the very strongest of it going all the way down his bac. His tail was heavy and thick, the power in it could be felt as it lashed around and thumped against the ground and as his long jaw snapped once more into place, his teeth finally fit comfortably into his mouth again. He let out one final yell that turned into a monstrous roar as he threw his head back. Letting out all that pent up agony that this shift had brought him.
Vanilla had shifted back at this, being worried this might be a sign he might’ve started to lose himself… but quickly stopped when he slumped over onto the floor again. Panting heavily. It seems like he was still in control, in a lot of discomfort, but in control.
It was over… it had stopped now. It had all gone still and quiet…
Vector simply laid there on the floor, moaning and almost whining in pain. He couldn’t even care if he sounded pathetic making these sounds, he literally had to experience his body tearing itself apart from the inside and out. Even though it was all over now, it would take him so long to even forget what that felt like, if he ever could… but whatever the case, he’s going to be feeling this for a while.
“Oh Vector…”, Vanilla sighed softly, hesitating for a moment before rubbing his hand in comfort, “I’ll get you some painkillers. It’ll help…”.
“…Thanks…”, he hoarsely spoke, his throat a mess after all that yelling…
While Vanilla quickly got up, going through her bag and trying to find him the largest glass of water to have the medicine with, Vector tried to sit up. He moved slowly and shakily. He felt so heavy, every movement he felt he had to put great thought and effort into. His body felt straight up alien to him right now. Although when he tried to sit up straight, he couldn’t. He always fell back to a hunched over position…
He sighed, “Great…”, he mumbled to himself, he’d have to get used to this. He began to fidget with his hands, the webbed skin between his fingers was so weird… It was only a small amount of it, but it was still not a sensation he was used to. Most likely just a result of his genes as a water creature.
Vanilla came back over quickly, a large jug of water in hand and some medicine in the other… that was a lot of pills in her hand.
“I would usually try to inject them but… your skin looks really hard to penetrate with regular needles. I’d need something stronger but I ran out. So, you’re going to have to take these. I’m sorry… I know it’s not ideal”.
“It’s fine… thanks V”, Vector spoke again, voice still croaky. He took them both, trying to be as gentle as possible. But when he got the chance, swallowed those pills quickly and chugged that water like nothing… in fact it only made him realise how dehydrated he felt. A nice swim sounded ideal, but unlikely to happen, could barely move himself off the ground.
“That should kick in a few minutes. They’re very strong…”, Vanilla patted his arm and went to cleaning up the broken tea cup, spilled tea and any remnants of Vectors clothes she could get to.
Vector winced at that, as well as seeing all the blood and saliva droplets and the scratch marks he left all over the floor.
“Shit… Sorry, Vanilla...”.
She glanced up at him, a smile on her face, “No need to apologise dear. I have dealt with much larger messes. This was nothing”.
To try and get out of Vanillas way, and to maybe try and sit somewhere more comfortably, Vector finally decided to try and get on his feet… but with how his legs changed in build, he could feel the lack of stability the moment he tried to stand. His legs wobbled like jelly when he managed to get up onto his legs.
Vanilla stopped and quickly tried to warn him, “Vector, wait-don’t try to stand so-!”.
He quickly faceplanted back onto the ground with a loud thud.
“-So fast. Oh hon…”, Vanilla came back over to him, kneeling by his head and stroking one of his cheeks.
The giant crocodile beast groaned, this only added onto his list of aches…
“I’ll get you some pillows dear, you should rest for a moment, try not rush into this… I’ll get some of the others to try and help you out. This will be an quite adjustment period”, she gave a soft supportive smile, “But we’re here for you”.
“…Thank you”.
Vector may have been sore, confused and still a little scared… but he was at relieved he had someone like Vanilla here to help him. It made this a lot more bearable.
He hoped he come up with a way to repay her. One day.
