This choice: A slim, black-footed ferret, nearly a hundred feet tall • Go Back...Chapter #5Ferret by: kbob   You let out a slight gasp as you come to realize what the figure is. Sprawled unconscious on his side is a ferret. A huge ferret. An absolutely gigantic ferret. Stark naked, he had a slim physique similar to that of an Olympic sprinter, though at his current stature, it would only take a few strides to complete a hundred-meter dash. You suppose he could be considered quite handsome, in a gigantic, ferrety kind of way. His enormous face looks serene, but you can’t help but get the feeling that there is something just plain dangerous brewing behind that black fur “mask.” A shock of short, unruly black hair graces his head. He appears to be around your age, maybe 18 or 19. How had he gotten to be so gigantic? You’d heard vague, scattered reports of furs growing to enormous sizes and wreaking havoc, but you’d never given the stories too much credence. It had seemed too ridiculous to be true, and besides, you’d had papers to file. But now, the huge, naked truth is slumbering right before your eyes.
“You,” you gape slightly as you see the lieutenant colonel pointing directly at you. “We need to wake him up so we can transport him into the holding chamber. Wake him up,”
“Wait, what?” you mumble. “But--but that’s dangerous! Why don’t you just drag him in or something like that? Or get one of your men to do it? I’m just an intern,”
“We need him conscious because he needs to move of his own volition,” the lieutenant colonel replies shortly. “There’s no way we can transport him otherwise. And my men are too valuable,”
You exchange wary glances with Dr. Harolds, who nods nervously, urging you do follow directions. Casting one final look in the doctor’s direction, you warily take the cattle prod-like device offered to you and make your way towards the giant.
With your heart racing at a million miles a second, the walk up towards the massive ferret’s face seems to take a thousand years. Why had you taken this internship? Why had you not quit already? Was this grounds to sue? Too late now.
Standing right next to the black-footed ferret’s face, he seems even larger than before. A faint breeze escaping from his nostrils as he breaths, blowing your hair around. Cursing yourself silently, you reach out with the cattle prod and, charging it up, stab the giant in the lower lip.
An enormous eye opens. You freeze in place as it focuses on you. Why can’t you run? Why won’t your legs work? All you can do is stare transfixed. You become vaguely aware of long, slim fingers wrapping around your torso, lifting you off the ground.
The ferret shifts into a sitting position (or as close to one as he can manage), lifting you up towards his face. His grip is firm, but not uncomfortable. As he opens his mouth to speak, you can’t help but notice his rather large teeth.
“Look, they sent me a morsel to whet my appetite,” the ferret speaks, his tone almost bored. The voice seems immense and powerful, but silky at the same time.
It’s the last thing you can handle. You can’t take it anymore, and vomit, getting your lunch all over the middle knuckle of the ferret’s index finger.
“Not very good at first impressions, are we,” the ferret muses, wiping it off with a finger from his other hand.
"Please... don't eat me," you manage to mumble.
The ferret rolls his eyes, turning his attention towards the military me, all of whom have guns pointed at him. "You're lucky I'm still feeling groggy from whatever you knocked me out with. Otherwise half of you'd be dead by now," he murmured.
"Cut the crap," Lakarta snaps. "Follow my men and don't try anything. If you do anything... funny, you'll be dead quicker'n you can swish your tail. I don't even know why you're allowed to live, after everything you've done,"
The ferret coughs slightly. "Whatever. But I'm keeping the human,"
You protest loudly, trying to get a response from Lakarta, but he refuses to make eye contact. Grunting slightly, he motions for his men to lead the giant down the tunnel. The ferret shifts into a crawling position, making his way through the room and into the rough-hewn tunnel beyond. Military men surround him, pointing guns up at him as he makes the journey. At the far end of the hall is the heavy steel door to Room A. You'd seen the positively massive door before, with its innumerable locking mechanisms and security features, and wondered what on earth it was there for. Perhaps now you had an answer. A technician at the control panel presses a few final keys and the door swung open.
"In!" urges Lakarta, and the ferret silently complied. You crane your neck back to see the door closing heavily behind you. Someone will come back for you, right? Right?
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