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Chapter 9: Broken

Growling at him, I put my ears back while letting my tail lash about; shows I'm in no mood to deal with the bastard. The fact that he walked in with all my modifications to my container in the open scares me. If he wants to, he could go tell my 'owners' what I'm up to. He stands just inside my container, trying to puff up his fur in the outfit to make it fit him better. Instead all it does is make him look like a young boy trying to fill his father's suit while he plays pretend. Sixteen reaches into one of the pockets of the robe and pulls out a pad of paper: barely legible handwriting covers the page it is opened to.

'Mauri is gone now. The young master said that once this happens I would become the Alpha Male of this pack! I have come to make you the Alpha Female.'

Wait, what does he mean to do? No, no, no, I don't want that! Sixteen just smiles with the best vulpine grin he can muster and quickly removes the robe. There is no way I can avoid noticing that he's ready for the task of making me his Alpha Female.

That instinctual buzz makes itself known again as it whispers to me to accept Sixteen, to submit to his Alpha status now that that Red isn't here to challenge him. Using every ounce of mental effort I can spare, I shove those thoughts away.

~NO~ I yell out one of the few words I know at him as I back away from his approach. Sure, he's smaller than Red, but he's still bigger than I am. He intends to use that thing between his legs on me... I don't want him anywhere near me. Sixteen just tilts his head back and forth, grinning at my reaction. When the robe slips he puffs his fur up again and attempts to put it back on. The more he tries to make himself look like an Alpha, the harder it gets to resist the voice telling me to submit. It starts to urge me to 'present' myself to him. I panic when my back hits the fridge wall, causing my ears to go flat and my tail to whip about. I strike out at him with my blunted claws, only to feel the strength in my arm ebb away as I lash out. What the hell!? Trying again only results in my body not doing what I want it to, each attempted blow lacks any strength; Sixteen deftly deflects them as if I wasn't even trying.

Sixteen closes in on me and slams an open-palmed hand against the wall next to my head. He then leans forward, growling loudly, and the buzzing voice turns into a deafening scream to submit to him. All I can do is let out a whine in response.

I will not submit!

Summoning every ounce of defiance I have left, I quickly slip to the side and duck past him before he can block me with his other arm. I've gotta make it to the door and get out of here. Once outside I can head on over to Alpha's container; she'll put this bastard in his place.

I manage to make it back to my cot without tripping on the scattered keys. Sixteen is not so lucky. As he falls, he grabs the computer terminal I was working on, breaking it off and sending it to the floor with him. He lucks out when the computer doesn't hit him in the head... I was kind of hoping it would.

Sixteen recovers much faster than I expected, and stopping to see this costs me my lead. Before I can start running for the door, he pounces me and pushes me to the ground. I'm only barely able to catch myself to prevent a muzzle-first landing on the floor. What disturbs me is that my tail moves on its own to my side before I even realize it. I can then hear, then feel, Sixteen sniffing the back of my neck.

The weight of his body on my back combines with the feeling of him breathing on the nape of my neck to turn that buzzing whisper to an overwhelming roar, one that drowns out all rational thought. This is a losing battle. Sixteen will get what he wants if I don't manage to get away from him right now.

In this position, due to his weight pinning me down all I can manage to do is kick at him with one of my legs. Feeling my foot connect gives me some hope that I'm going to get out of this. So I continue to kick at him.

The body betrays me yet again! While I thought I was kicking him with all my might, in actuality none of them had any force behind them. Dammit! Get the fuck off of me!

What he does next causes my body and my mind to seize up.

Sixteen slips one hand down my ass and rubs my slit with two of his fingers as he gropes one of my breasts with his other hand. Part of me knows what Sixteen is doing is no different to what the customers have done to me the past couple of days. That part gets drowned out by the buzzing sensation and instinctual voice, to the point where I can no longer fight their influence. The buzzing thoughts now become my own, and now all I can think about is Sixteen. Why was I resisting him in the first place? He has a great scent, and while he is a bit scrawny, he does have some handsome qualities. I wouldn't mind him sticking that member of his in me and making me the Alpha Female of this pack with Red gone.

I wonder what it's going to feel like yet something in me makes me feel sad about being curious. Why should I be sad about what's about to happen? We're both young, healthy, and with no competition for leadership our rise will be painless.

He nips the nape of my neck, releasing tension in my body that I was holding onto for some reason. I know what he is going to do next and I want it so badly, my body aches for it and he is about to put it inside me!

Sixteen's weight shifts I yell out ~YES~ fully expecting to be penetrated. To feel his dick lodged deep within my body and hitting all the right spots... Only to feel his weight on my lower body disappear, causing me to slump forward with my ass and tail in the air. Also, a cold floor plus engorged nipples equals ow.

The compulsion to mate with Sixteen fades when my body's arousal does, but the memories don't. I gave into this form's desires and became what I was fighting so hard not to be.

The worst part? I enjoyed every fucking second of it. Him fingering my slit, groping my breasts... I can't deny that they're a part of me now, after feeling that. Even as my arousal fades, a large part of me wants to bring those feelings back and then go all the way. If not to have sex with Sixteen, then to fuck Red as an apology for helping someone who tried to usurp his position. Loud growls draw my attention across the room to where I suddenly notice that Alpha is in here.

Sixteen is getting his just rewards right now for what he just tried to do. She is raking her claws on him and kicking him as he lies on the floor curled up in the fetal position. He is unable to defend himself against her assault.

On the other paw, despite him trying to rape me - If you can call it that - I can't seem to summon any more hate towards him than I already have. Sure, he's at fault for what he just tried to do, but so am I for ignoring and denying things I shouldn't have.

I now realize that I was fighting a loosing battle with my body this whole time. I can't fight the urges or the feelings of this body, because sooner or later they're going to just force themselves onto me anyway. And I can't escape, since no human will see me as just a dumb animal. Can't call myself Jack Strader anymore, either, because he was a human male, and I am anything but!

Jack died the day he was put into that conversion vat, only for this incompetent and deluded vixen Bio-Morph to be born from it - one so dumb she thought she was a male human! And that she could be turned back into one!

While Alpha grabs Sixteen by his neck scruff and drags him out of my residential container, I crawl over to my cot on all fours, tail between my legs, climb onto it, and curl up like a good Bio-Morph should. For some reason, my ears and tail lay sadly limp, I don't know why. I should be happy to know what my place is now: Bio-Morph number Twenty, owned by the restaurant Maruis's.

Once she finishes evicting Sixteen from my residential container, she barks out commands, most likely to the other Bio-Morphs curious as to the noises going on in here.

Because the console was set to high heat when it was broken, it's now stuck in that setting; it doesn't take long to warm back up once the door's been closed. Due to not paying attention to her, I'm surprised when I feel Alpha pull me into a hug as she sits on the cot next to me.

Her scent is the only thing keeping me from panicking and lashing out. Instead, I latch onto her while whining loudly. It's the best I can do compared to crying.

While Alpha continues to hold me, she picks up Sixteen's discarded pad of paper to look it over, then flips the page over to a blank one. She places it in my field of view once she finishes writing what she wants to say to me. I don't particularly want to know what it says, so I just turn my head away, only to be surprised to feel her gently move my head to face the pad of paper:

'Everything will be okay Jack, once Christopher returns with Mauri he will punish Sixteen for what he did. Not to mention what my Mauri will have in store for him.'

I made a mistake earlier when I told her my name. The memories of him may be in my head, but I was mistaken in thinking that I am still him.

Should've realized that all I am is just a vixen Bio-Morph and accepted my fate like a good girl. No human would believe my story, even Jack if he'd read it.

She expects me to write a reply, further enforced by the fact Alpha gently sticks a pencil into my hand. Gripping the pencil I use my other hand to flip the page to an empty one and to start writing.

'Jack Strader died after he was put into that conversion tank, I was just too dumb to know any better until now. As for your Mauri, Christopher won't be returning with him. It was Christopher that wanted Sixteen as the Alpha male before all of this happened, he wanted his father to take Mauri with him when he retires.'

Gently putting the pencil down, I slide the pad off towards Alpha.

She picks it up and as she reads it her ears droop down. Hey, don't act like that! It's the truth, I'm not Jack anymore and I shouldn't have even tried to do what I did. Alpha uses the rest of the page to write something down before showing it to me.

' You stop that shit right now! You're not dumb and Jack did not die. No matter what happens to you, you are still Jack as long as you keep all your memories. Keep them safe and hold onto them because they are the most precious thing you have. Now about Christopher. How did you learn about that? He and his father barely tell Mauri anything other than what to do.'

Alpha hands me the pad and pencil so I can write down what I know. Of course I comply and explain how I knew this. A Beta has to answer to her Alpha, after all.

'I'm sorry my Alpha Female. I eavesdropped when I shouldn't have on Christopher and his father talking the other day about how he wants his father to retire. Christopher also wants him to take Mauri with him to help him and his mother in their old age. Both of them got into an argument about who would replace Mauri in that scenario, and how to more efficiently run the restaurant. Later as I walked by the old man asked me if I would allow Christopher to be my Alpha or to act as such even if he isn't. In response I growled at him. I am sorry for doing that to our owners so I will take what ever punishment you deem fit.'

The second I finish writing, I push the pad and pencil over to Alpha, then following the thought that I should submit to her I bare my neck in her direction.

Alpha reads it over, only to stop on noticing my actions. She barks loudly and gives my nose an aggressive bop. It stings like hell.

Grabbing my muzzle, I back away from her on the cot before curling up tighter. Why did Alpha hit me? I was acting like how I'm supposed to act, right?

If I do something wrong, I'm supposed to act submissive to the Alphas, and they'll either punish or forgive me, right? Looking at her to see what she's going to do next, we end up making eye contact. I can't seem to look away from her eyes, and the look of sadness and love in them.

Next thing I know, Alpha pulls me over and tightly hugs me as she pets my head. She coos and makes other soothing noises, which I admit do help in calming me down, and allow me to let out some tension in my body that I did not know was there.

She places the pad in front of my muzzle on a page nearly filled with her writing.

'I now understand why your acting like this. I think what you just went through made you realize this you will be the one you have to live as for the rest of your life compared to who you were. Add to that the mental image you have of how Bio-Morphs act and realizing you can't go back, so you start behaving how you think we act. Yes I am your Alpha Female and you have to follow my orders when I give them, but neither I nor Mauri demand the sheer obedience you displayed there. Still, I can't be angry at you considering what you just went through and how it seems to have affected you. Personally I want you to see me as a close friend or a second mother than someone who dominates those under her. Mauri likes to be seen by those under him similarly, but he like all Alpha Males will let you know where your place is if you get him angry. Most of all I want you to remember that you are 'still' Jack Strader, just a different version of him maybe?'

I look up at Alpha after reading that page. Yes, I have seen her as a close to a friend as one can have in this place, but to see her as a mother? Shaking my head from side to side, I can't help dragging up memories of my- of old jack's mother.

Even if I could get to her, she wouldn't want me back anyway, not looking like this. She had a human son, not a vulpine Bio-Morph daughter, not to mention one who is better endowed than she is.

Alpha points to the pad, then flips the page over before prompting me to read it by pointing at the text.

'Before we do anything else I think we need to clean up this mess in here. You have to hide the stuff you got from outside our enclosure before Christoper and his father show up. They will punish us as well as Sixteen if they see all of this. I do not doubt that one of the other vixens if not any of the todds used the emergency alert button on the outside of the building to get their attention after hearing what went on in here.'

Alpha lets go of me while I read it; as I finish, I look up from the page and watch as she tries to clean up the mess. She looks over the telephone wire I ran through the vents before pushing one end back into the vent. Doesn't matter: one look at the console and I'm sunk, so might as well not bother. So I just curl myself up a little more and wait for them to arrive.

I may as well accept my fate, no one believed the fact that the old Jack was changed into this creature. There is no way out of here, I should just accept my punishment from my owners for trying escaping earlier.

Alpha then crawls around on the floor, picking up each key from the keyboard that were scattered about when it hit the wall. This is followed by picking up the remains of it off the floor near the fridge. Next thing I know, she dumps it all next to me on the cot along with the butter knife that I had out. In response I just look away from the pile ignoring it.

Only for the pad to be thrust in front of my nose a minute later. 'I don't know where you hide the rest of it, so please put it back quickly. Christopher could arrive at any moment with his father.'

I just shake my head in response before laying it down and staring at my tail tip. The damn thing has grown on me, for lack of a better term.

Alpha doesn't seem to like my response, I hear her growling. I bet her ears are flat against her head too, though I don't care to see if that is true. Not to mention I can hear her tail wagging in frustration - a small feat to do that loud enough to be heard over her growl.

Suddenly, I feel her hands grabbing my head, forcing me to look at the pad of paper again and in turn read what Alpha wrote on it.

'Okay Jack, act like a pouting cub. I did not want to do this to you but if you do not hide your stuff 'our' punishment will be a lot worse than it could be. So as your Alpha Female, I ORDER you to hide these things where you normally do. I also order you to show me where you hide them so we don't have to do this again.'

Upon reading it, the compulsion to obey fills my mind. I now realize this was the buzzing sensation and voices I heard last time I was ordered by an Alpha. I don't resist, because this is all I am now, just a Bio-Morph.

Uncurling myself, I pick up the butter knife from where it ended up on the floor before standing up and stretching a little. Then I walk over to the fridge and swing it open, not caring as the door bangs on the metal divider. This grabs Alpha's attention. Did she think I just stuck the stuff in the fridge? Nope, if I'd done that, I would've been caught before all of this shit happened.

I take out the cheap trays, along with the cartons of food and water resting on them. Each one is carefully set on the floor to prevent what's on them from falling off. With the inside of the fridge clear I crawl in, knife in hand. Then, using the butter knife, I trip the latch on the other fridge door, opening it and allowing access to the maintenance room of my residential container. Once inside the maintenance area, I turn around and reach back for the keyboard and its keys. I have to slowly back myself out so I can stand in the small room back here without spilling everything.

Alpha crawls through the fridge and looks about with her ears forward and erect a minute later. Bet you did not know all of this was back here, huh? Still, I have to follow her orders to hide this worthless crap. So, with the butter knife I remove the screws holding the vent closed, open it up and shove what's left of the keyboard into it before screwing the cover back in place.

The urge to comply with Alpha's order hasn't gone away yet, so I check to make sure my patch cable and wiring look like it belongs in here.

Alpha backs out of the fridge to allow me to crawl back through; once in the living section of the container I place the shelving back into the fridge making sure it looks like it wasn't even moved. From there I head back to the cot and place the butter knife into the pocket I carved out of the padding.

Only after I let go of the knife does the urge to comply with Alpha's orders fade from my mind. With the buzzing gone, I hop onto the cot and curl up while staring at Alpha. Who moves to sit down next to me, pad of paper and pencil in hand. I watch as she writes something down and shows it to me.

'I never knew that area was behind there, let alone going through it to get out of our homes like that. I bet you were considered a smart person when you were human. You're still are a smart person right now. So you are not stupid, please stop calling yourself that. What I don't understand is why you are acting like this. I know what happened to you was traumatizing to you in a way that I will never understand since I was born female. To be fair it is a failure of mine not being able to understand what you are going through that led to this incident. A failure I am sorry for.'

Alpha gently pulls me into a hug as I continue to read:

'I am also sorry about how I acted earlier, I was scared that I would lose Mauri. By reacting the way I did I basically allowed you to be attacked like this. Had I not stopped our lessons I would've been in here with you when Sixteen entered to try what he did. I won't make that mistake again to you or any of my future charges. I am supposed to protect those under me and guide them, not abandon them at any hint of adversity.'

A small amount of panic wells up from within as she holds me close, only for it to melt away once she starts rubbing my ears.

How can rubbing them like this feel so good? Okay, I can get used to this.

It even takes some pain away from the realization that there is nothing left of the old Jack. Similar to how there is nothing attached to the plastic arm that used to hold the terminal in here.

More of my tension and stress begins to melt away as she continues to massage my ears and hold me close to her body, only when she stops do I move to look at her face to face.

Yet before I can do or say anything I hear the telltale noises of someone walking up the metal gangway stairs. Neither Alpha nor I need to guess who it is: they can only belong to our owners.

The footsteps get louder until they reach my door, then stop. Seconds later, the door opens to reveal Christopher, his father, and a still-injured Red. Amazingly, he seems to have been treated for his injuries like a human would be, considering the bandages. His arm is in a white cloth sling, and a cold compress has been attached to his eye to keep the swelling down. The state of the bandages makes it look like he just walked out of an ER, if a hospital would even treat a Bio-Morph. My mind momentarily wanders and wonders what happens to a Bio-Morph if they are 'too' badly injured.

The angry look on both of our owners stops me from whining when that train of thought reaches its final station. Christopher walks over and picks up the busted computer terminal, while his father looks to Red and nods.

Red says something to Alpha in a slurred fashion, sounds like they doped him up with some pain medications. I'm only able to pick up some of it with my limited vocabulary, even if I didn't care about what he is saying. In response, Alpha lets go of me and stands up before answering him. I pick up my name and the term Alpha from her reply, but not much else as I go back to curling up on my cot. As I do this Christopher is looking rather surprised and bewildered at the state the modified terminal is in despite its damage.

Red growls under his breath as his reply to what Alpha said to him, then takes out a pad and pencil from his robe. I watch as he writes something on it, taking his time due to the fact one of his arms is in a sling. He then shows Christopher's father, who reacts how I expected him to upon learning about what happened.

He scowls, storming over to where his son is standing, and with an open hand hits him across the back of his head. This causes Christopher to drop the modified terminal onto the floor.

"You idiot! All of this is the result of your stupid idea. Sixteen must have overheard what you had planned, and when you took Mauri home with you he thought he'd been promoted to Alpha Male. Then the bastard almost raped our newest investment, and if it wasn't for the sheer luck of us buying the heat blocker for Twenty and the Alpha Female stopping him in time, we'd have to deal with all the breeding paperwork and fees for the resulting pups! Now we're down TWO workers for the foreseeable future. Sixteen who rightfully got his ass beaten by Alpha and Mauri who got beat up in that fight you ended up in. And Twenty will be too traumatized for a while to do anything but serve food! She was starting to get some 'popular' reviews on our website too! Not to mention the brawl you were in today, even IF it was in self defense, was in poor behavior for someone of your social class. I had thought I raised you better than that."

Christopher's father didn't raise his voice, but it still carried a dripping undertone of anger.

"Dad, I know I screwed up. You made that abundantly clear on the ride up here after we noticed the alarm went off. Look at this dad." Christopher picks the terminal back up and shows his father how easy it opens up. "These are sealed and inaccessible to the Bio-Morphs. Twenty somehow got it open in such a way as to not damage it, AND she modified it somehow. She wasn't supposed to be this intelligent, Yakeru Bio-tech stated as such on her data sheet." His father's anger is deflected by this information as he takes the terminal in his hands and examines it for himself. He eyes the wires still soldered to the USB header. Then he looks at me, then Red, and finally Alpha.

"These wires are soldered on. There is a solder patch kit in the communications cabinet inside the maintenance bay of each container, right? How did Twenty get back there and get it, let alone know how to use it?"

He asks himself and everyone in here. My response is to just curl up a little tighter. This is not good. This is not good at all. As soon as the Christopher's father is finished speaking Alpha glares at Red and barks out a short sentence to him. Again, with my limited vocabulary all I understand is my name and the word please. Red nods while his ears and tail droop before taping the shoulder of our older owner and holds up his fore finger. I don't know why his ears and tail indicate displeasure, but I guess I will soon find out.

Both Christopher and his father wait for as long as it takes Red to write down an explanation for them to read. Must be a pain to only be able to use one hand and arm, I feel sorry for him for that.

"Well the fence is old since it came with the building. Would the food service people leave the back door unlocked? That's unprofessional." Christopher muses out loud before his father hands back the busted terminal.

"Go check it out Christopher, I'll go get an appointment scheduled to have Twenty's container repaired, more thoroughly secured as well." Christopher takes a few steps to the front door of my container, then stops when his father starts to speak again. "Unlike you I see intelligence in Bio-Morphs as an asset. Properly guided of course, can't have the help think they are better than their masters. I just hope your screw up today didn't damage Twenty too badly. We can at least get a decent amount for Sixteen when we sell him off to a physical labor contractor. He has proven to be too much of a potential danger for our kind of work. Last thing we need is him getting too aggressive on a female patron. He'll be restricted to his container until we can find a buyer for him." Christopher's father takes Mauri with him outside following his son. A part of me is curious as to see how Red has been getting out of our pen, but it's too cold right now and I 'd rather not move from the cot. Not to mention it won't do me any good now to know how now, since it's going to be fixed anyway.

The older owner approaches both Alpha and me on his way out so he can pat her on the head. "Good work in protecting your newest charge." Then he pats me on my head before I can even think of moving out of the way. "Don't worry Twenty, you won't see Sixteen ever again." With that he leaves the container closing the door behind him. The residential container would be freezing right now if it wasn't for the fact the loss of the terminal keeps it stuck on high.

Alpha lays back down and curls protectively around me again. She also resumes petting me. I have to admit being petted feels good and calms my nerves in a way I never knew before. Those same nerves that are plucked again upon hearing the sound of Christopher, opening the maintenance section of my residential container and climbing inside a few minutes later.

Well that's just fucking great. More than likely he's going to find the telephone wire I ran from the communications cabinet to the computer terminal out here. He already knows I'm smarter than the average Bio-Morph. It will just require him to add two and two together to realize I did that as well. My letting out a worrying whine about the whole situation is involuntary, even if I wanted to stop it. What does stop it is Alpha placing the pad of paper and pencil in front of my muzzle again and seeing what is written on it.

'Jack, were you successful in what you were planning to do with that stuff? Did you contact your mother? Is she coming here?' Alpha asks me to distract me from what Christopher is doing back there. She doesn't know that I am still angry over all of what has happened in here. I take the pad of paper, flip To a new page before retrieving the pencil to write a reply.

'No, they thought I was lying to just get a reaction out of them.' I shove both pad and pencil away from me when I finish. I am done with that subject. Even though I've come to terms with the fact that this is what 'I' am now, it's still infuriating to be considered a troll by people when everything I'd posted was the truth.

I didn't even get a chance to get a message sent out to my friend and to my mother. Can I even call her that anymore? Or should I say my human mother?

The Jack she gave birth to died in that conversion tank. If I recall what I learned about Bio-Morphs, I shouldn't have enough human D.N.A. in me to even to be related to her anymore. Not to mention I doubt she'd react well to the information, as she has a general disdain for Bio-Morphs like everyone who can't work because of them.

Alpha's interrupts my journey down that dark road by hugging me and nuzzling my head with some sounds that seem to calm me a little.

After a few minutes of this I watch as she picks up the pad and pencil to write something down.

'Why would the humans on that thing think you were faking? Humans don't fake stuff as serious as that to each other, do they?' Alpha asks curiously, I can tell by her facial expression when I look at her after reading. My own ears go straight up in surprise before I force them back down.

I'd be giddy at having someone completely new to the old style BBS network if it wasn't for everything that just happened to me. I have to remind myself that this is to be expected, considering Bio-Morphs aren't taught to use them. Not to mention even if I DID have a chance to help her learn, I'd just screw it up, just like how everything that happened today is my fault for not admitting I am a worthless slave. After a few minutes of silence I pick up the pad and pencil to write a reply, she is of course my Alpha and deserves an answer from her subordinate.

'You would be surprised on what humans do to each other just to get a laugh Alpha.' I show her the pad and wait for her reaction, mostly out of curiosity considering her question. Alpha's puzzled but mostly curious expression tells me all I need to know about what she knows of human interaction. Humans are generally a nasty bunch, 'especially' with the anonymity of a BBS server. Right now, I don't know if I should be sad or glad that I'm not human anymore.

Though to be fair, I don't think highly of Bio-Morphs either. Mainly due to Sixteen trying to sexually assault me via triggering those damn instincts. In the end it doesn't matter, because I'm permanently stuck here. Alpha gently takes the pad and pencil from my grasp so she can write her reply.

'That's odd. It is not the impression I get from interacting with humans that come here to eat.' We both glance over in the direction of the maintenance bay as Christopher closes the cabinet followed by climbing out and closing the rear door. I hesitate to write a reply to her, curiosity wants me to ask Alpha how many humans she has met. The fear of her reacting badly at me taking the pad and pencil from her causes me to pause. Eventually my curiosity wins out, so I gently take both from her hands and write my question down.

'Alpha, how many humans have you met here? Other than the customers we serve of course. Because they don't see you as anything other than objects.' Asking her to satisfy my curiosity, while still dreading a negative reaction from my taking the pad and pencil from her. Alpha tilts her head to one side before I let her take both objects back so she can answer my question. I watch as she writes for a second before putting the pad down to start counting out with her fingers. It's not surprising Alpha doesn't have a proper education so she has to resort to this. She finishes writing and hands me the both pad and pencil.

'Counting our owners Christopher and his father. Six people in total.' Alpha looks at me with her ears proudly up, acting as if that is a good amount of people to know. Letting out a sigh, I just shake my head before writing my reply and showing her

'The place where I sent my message for help had possibly ten times as many people who were online at the same time. All of them looking to see who sent what and read what they wrote.' I move to curl up and lay my head down on my hands as my tail tip lays in front of my face after showing Alpha my reply. One positive side to admitting that this is what I am now: I can freely admit to anyone that laying like this is actually comfortable and relaxing. Not to mention neat to do as I was never this flexible as a human. I wonder how flexible I am? I should test that out later. Alpha lets out a surprised noise before falling silent. She possibly did not expect or think it was possible to for so many people to talk to each other. I don't make any more noises, nor do I move to pick up the pad and pencil once she is finished with it. There is nothing more for me to say to Alpha. I just want to be left alone to wallow in my new life.

Alpha doesn't seem to have any intention of letting me off that easy. I hear her scribbling something down before placing the pad directly in front of my muzzle, nearly touching my nose. I move my head to look away and she just moves it to keep it in front of me. Fine, I'll read what you have to say.

'So can you tell me how you know how to do all of that? I know not all humans know how to, I have seen some struggle with similar devices and others seem completely at ease.' Alpha asks me. Her ears are up and facing forward, while her eyes show a curiousness I have not seen except in that of a child. She could be faking it to keep me communicating with her; even if she is, I have no intention of doing so right now. That part of me is gone and is not coming back. All I have now is this mostly mute body while being physically molested both by human customers and other Bio-Morphs. I have to admit at least the latter 'might' feel good if I willingly let them do it. Actually, now I'm kind of curious as to how it will feel as a female. Better? Worse? No doubt I'll eventually find out. I'll ether try to satisfy my curiosity, or next year possibly succumb to heat if our owners don't get another heat blocker.

Alpha waits patiently for me to answer her as she stares at me, except I don't move to do so after she places down both pad and pencil for me to use. Her body language goes from patient to annoyed as it becomes obvious I am not going to write anything down to answer her. Alpha with a huff of annoyance grabs both the pad and pencil to scribble something down before thrusting in front of my face again.

'Fine, don't answer my question. I won't force you to if you don't want to. Not to mention I am not leaving you alone in here tonight with that sharp knife you are keeping under us. I can't trust that you won't do something stupid to yourself. So we can either spend the rest of the day and tonight laying here in silence. Or you can talk to me so we can get to know each other a little better. Personally I would like to know who Jack the human was so I can help Jack the vixen come to terms with herself.' You know, that thought didn't cross my mind until Alpha flat out asserted I may do that.

Considering I now have no hope of anyone coming to save me, and am going to be living the rest of my life like this, the idea of suicide as a way out 'is' rather tempting.

I glance down at my wrists as I think the possibility over. Hell, I imagine myself slicing my wrists open. Feeling the pain from cutting them, and the warmth as my blood spills out, slowly draining my life away.

I can't help letting out a whine and shuddering. NO! Any hope of me becoming human again is gone, but I will sure as hell NOT kill myself. I just don't know if I should even try to escape again. It will just fail, and then I will be shipped off to god knows where like Sixteen will be.

Both of us just listen to the drone of the heater for an amount of time that seems like hours. Sighing, I pick up the pad of paper and pencil to write two sentences.

'I have no intention of killing myself Alpha. I would rather be alone with my thoughts.' I watch her face as I show her what I wrote down. There is no way I can make her leave because she is my alpha and I have to listen to what she says. I am biologically compelled to. I could fight that urge, but look where that got me.

Alpha only moves to pat my head softly before gently raking her claws through my fur. When she seems satisfied as to how my head fur looks Alpha grabs both pencil and pad and writes something down. She then places the pad of paper in front of my nose again.

'Nice try Jack. I said I am not going to leave you alone till I am sure you are not a threat to yourself.' Alpha smiles at me with a cheerful look on her muzzle. It's the opposite emotion of what I am feeling right now.

I don't write anything else or communicate with Alpha in any way to respond to her. She pulls me close and curls around me, while I just let her do it. Without the computer terminal, I can't tell what time it is, as well as it being a bit too warm in here with the heat stuck in the on position. Alpha seems to let me go for a moment before I notice that she is removing her clothing, must be getting to warm in here for her as well. Taking advantage of this, as soon as she sits up to toss her clothes on the floor I scoot myself to the opposite end of the cot away from her.

She isn't letting me off that easy. Alpha gently grabs my shoulders, pulls me back, and curls protectively around me again. Then with a free hand she slides the pad and pencil closer to herself.

'You're pretty determined aren't you? No other Bio-Moprhs I have seen had the determination to figure out how to get out of their containers and our owner's pen in such a stealthy manner. They just simply climb the fence despite the sharp wire, or they climb over the containers. One vixen before you arrived even walked out the front door when no one was looking.'

Is being determined a bad thing outside of here? The only way to get anything done is to be determined, unless you're rich at which point everything is just handed to you. All I had when I was human, I worked hard for because that was the only way I would get it. At least, that is what I thought till I learned it can all be snatched away at the whim of some rich brat in a cushy administrative position. Drugged and made into this, this, weird body. Why should I even try to do anything anymore?

Dammit! I don't want to write anymore, I just want to be left alone for the rest of the night. Except Alpha asked a question, and because of that I am compelled to answer, so I grumble and write down just enough to satisfy that damned instinctual urge.

'Yea. Where I lived, unless you were determined to get something, or do something, it would never be done or you would never get it.' Holding the pad of paper out for Alpha, I let her read it then put it down on the cot. Frankly its harder than it sounds for someone to achieve. Other than the basic food and shelter and rags for clothing, you had to work hard to get anything followed by working twice as hard to keep it from others. Few people would give you opportunities to make money, basically no one would hire you even to do odd jobs. On the flip side few were willing to sell things to you, thinking the cash you have is stolen, or the result of some gang activity that they want no part of.

Alpha again has a curious look on her muzzle as she tilts her head to one side slightly. She picks up the pad and pencil and writes some more before showing it to me again.

'Why was it so hard for you? Aren't all humans similar to the ones we serve here? Nice and polite to each other while having a lot of that money thing?' Her naive view impresses me by its sheer simplicity, even if it causes me to sigh in frustration. Of course if this is all you see of human interaction, I guess it makes sense. After all, if your only experience with humans is spent serving the rich as part of their company, or as their 'house pet,' then you're going to think all humans are like this. A part of me wants to let Alpha keep her naive view of the rest of human society. I decide to tell her, as in the long run it may help her more. So I pick up the pad and pencil to write her a reply.

'No they are not all nice to each other, not even close. There are some groups of humans that are treated almost as badly as Bio-Morphs are. If you live in one of the jobless complexes that house people who were put out of work because of the existence of Bio-Morphs, you are generally treated as sub human. I know that experience first hand, I, well the human me grew up in such a depressing place. Then I experienced the full force of such discrimination when I got older and tried to actually earn some money.' Alpha looks at me with an expression of sympathy upon reading this. I don't know how to react though. If this was before being converted and nearly being raped by Sixteen I would have told her to take her sympathy and shove it. I would have neither wanted nor cared for it, plain sympathy wouldn't have put money in my hands, extra food or clothes either. Now, though? All I do is let out a whine and allow Alpha to draw me into a tighter hug.

She doesn't pick up the pad and pencil to write anything else after I put it down, neither do I pick them back up either. Alpha occasionally petting my head is the only thing telling me she has not fallen asleep.

Alpha's petting and the warmth from the heater, along with the general silence of the surrounding area, slowly lulls me into an uneasy but dream-filled slumber.

They are filled with the laughing of my mother and Patrick at my current form, followed by the reappearance of Sixteen to 'finish' the job in my dreams. I have a hard time getting any restful sleep as every time the dream reaches the point of Sixteen penetrating me, I wake up whining loudly and kicking to get him off of me.

Only to find that Sixteen isn't in here, its just me being held by Alpha while she is trying to calm me down by petting me. This would calm me down enough to fall back asleep, at which point the same dreams play out again starting the cycle over.

As a result neither of us were particularly well rested come the next morning and we have to go back to 'work' as the restaurant reopens. Bio-Morphs don't have the luxury of sick days.

Everything just seems a shade unreal as I find myself basically going through the motions to dress myself in my kimono. Then, I straighten my fur and otherwise make myself look presentable. Amazingly, Christopher and his father are true to their word: I was off the special part of the menu, and Sixteen was nowhere in sight or smell this morning. Red is also missing, but that's understandable considering how badly he was injured.

As for the workday itself, it dragged on without incident, just one customer after another, after another, to the point that by the end of the day it was just all a blur. I was just glad the day ended so I could go back to my container and try to actually get some sleep. I go through the evening cleaning routine on autopilot, and despite my wishes Alpha follows me back to my residential container.

When I open the door I find that the computer terminal has been fixed, and bolted onto the wall in a metal case that I have no hope of opening. The fake wood shelving has been replaced by bare metal shelves bolted onto the wall as well.

Everything else, though, seems unaltered, and a quick check of the padding on the cot confirms they did not find that particular hiding spot. Alpha just watches me with interest as I check over my fixed residential container.

All things considered, it could have been worse: I had half expected them to just give me blankets to keep warm instead of a new terminal. Did they purposefully leave the rest of the place alone so that they could observe me and let me reveal other hiding spots for them? I'd gladly take the blankets if that's the case. I don't know what use it is to me now, being able to get into the maintenance section through the fridge, but I am loath to give it up.