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The Glorious Past

By: Kiki Kalani

The old white-haired mouse grinned as he looked with strained eyes at the small contraption in front of him, his gaze slowly moving to a small tube attached at one end. Inside was his life's work, everything he had spent years of research and struggle to create - a heavily modified fertilized egg of a species of long extinct rodent-like creature thought to be the ancestor of all modern mammals. Since the new regime took over they had been all too happy to fund his research more than he had ever dreamed, allowing him to pull out every stop he could on his quest. It was a long road, but there was only one step left - to find someone to carry the egg.

"A bus is here with the prisoners you requested. They're already lined up and waiting for your approval." A guard entered the room, his armband proudly displaying his allegiance to the rodent cause as his stoic gaze fell onto the smaller mouse before him.

"G-good...I'll be out in j-just a moment..." His voice trembling, his hands shaking ever so slightly. It wasn't from excitement though, but from age. He was feeble, on his last legs. It was imperative that he finish his life's work before it was too late.

Quickly the old mouse grabbed his cane, slowly following the guard and making his way out of the lab he was in, the loud hum of the bus and the smell of diesel filling the air as bright sunlight hit his eyes.

It took him a couple seconds to adjust, the figures of the bound prisoners coming into view, each with a mark on their bland lifeless uniforms telling a story of how they came to be in the situation they currently were. Most were looking down, defeated, already broken or left without any shred of hope, but one caught his eye. She was a young vixen, her bright vibrant red coat showing her health. Currently she was growling and pulling at her chains, eyes darting around quickly as she looked for any opening she could to try to escape.

"Her, s-she will be the sur-sur-surrogate" The mouse raised his trembling hand, pointing a wrinkled hairless finger at the vixen.

The guard nodded and within a few seconds the vixen was being dragged away from the rest as they were reloaded onto the bus.

"G-get off of me you worthless asslickers!" The vixen struggled even more, taking a few smacks from the guards to get her anywhere close to the building.

"N-now now, calm down. Y-y-you should f-feel honoured to h-ha-have been picked as a surroga-gate." The old mouse tried to move closer to her, getting a better look at his pick before a snap from her jaws nearly gave him a heart attack as he fell backwards, a guard scrambling to his aid.

"You sub sentient trash piles won't be sticking your filthy fucking claws anywhere near my pe--" She yelped as she felt the butt of a rifle smack across her muzzle, knocking her into a short daze.

"Show some respect to your superiors, slave."

"N-n-no-now, d-don't go d-d-amaging i-it too much." The mouse had picked himself back up again and was wobbling towards the metal doors. "W-we should start right a-away."

The guard nodded, taking a painfully tight grip of the now silent vixen as he led her inside, still in chains.

***

The vixen was quickly prepared for the procedure, her clothes stripped from her and tests run to ensure she was healthy enough and compatible enough to have the egg implanted inside of her. All the while the guard and the mouse watched. Blood tests, physical exams, a short psychological evaluation - one specially tailored by the rodent regime for the lesser species. Each second made the old mouse more and more excited, he would be closer to his life's work, and this fox would be the last key. She'd have to be made to understand how important this was, though. He couldn't take any chances with her.

When it was all finished the vixen was dragged off to another room, the one where her life would be forever changed for a second time. She fought hard as they strapped her down, breaking a few of the straps before they finally managed to subdue her enough to tighten them down. Snarls and vulgarity filled the small room as the last few bindings where put into place.

"Someone sedate this beast, the stress and struggling isn't going to make this easy and we can't have anything go wrong." A voice shouted out as sedatives were brought in. A flurry of commotion followed, so much that the vixen's anger-filled mind found it hard to cope with it all. Each motion and sound putting her even more on edge as her heart raced.

"N-no, I-I-I want her to b-b-be aware of wh-what is happening."

"Fine, only give her enough to make her calm down."

"Good, get the machine ready then."

She finally felt a needle pierce her flesh, a cool chilling running through her body after. Everything got fuzzy. A serene fog gently fell over her mind. She felt her muscles and mind weaken. Her snarls died down to mere whimpers and yips, try as she might she couldn't bring herself to put up any more of a fight. Between her spread legs now rested the machine that was going to put that horrid beast inside of her.

With another whimper she looked away, bracing herself and wincing as the device started to whir to life. She hoped to at least not watch as that thing was put inside of her, but much to her dismay the mouse had other plans. She felt his old wrinkled hand trembling against her warm muzzle, pulling it gently to force her to look forward.

"Y-y-you need to watch, y-you'll help bring th-th-the most g-genetically pristine of o-o-our species back from the grave, o-o-one of the f-first mammals." His idle hand gently glided across her neck, brushing against her breasts as she let out another whimper.

The device moved at a painfully slow pace, a few extra attachments arriving at her nether ahead of the intimidating long thin tube that would deliver the new life into her. The cold arms pushed into her sex, spreading walls apart slowly, just enough for the tube.

"G-g-good, just relax, yo-you are about to be part o-of something g-great." The old mouse kept holding her in place, stroking her neck softly as he too watched on. It wasn't too much longer before the tube finally pressed into her. The feeling was a mix of sickening disgust, pain, and a small tingle of pleasure that mashed with the numbness that still clung over her body and mind. She couldn't do more than curl her toes slightly and let out another whimper as it continued to push deeper and deeper. Despite the haze she could feel every single inch against her warm folds, the machine finally coming to a halt with most of the tube jammed into her depths.

"Alright, time to put this beast to good use." A voice chuckled out before a beep sounded through the small room. Immediately after the vixen felt a small cool wash of liquid deep in her tunnel, her eyes going wide as the full realization hit her.

"Alright, it's in place. Now just to see if it holds. We'll have to keep her under watch..." The vixen hoped that it wouldn't, but a deep feeling of dread filled her even with the sedative still fully at work. A knot forming in her throat that made it hard to swallow, let alone speak.

"Th-that sh-shouldn't be a p-problem for very long...w-we have the-therapy sessions lined up f-for it." The old mouse pulled away from her now, much to her relief. It was small, but she'd take it, though the idea of therapy wasn't appealing, especially the kind that this regime gave to those like her.

Her eyes closed as the mix of pain and pleasure shot through her body again with the tube's removal - some part of her crying out in hope that this was a nightmare as the reality continued to soak into her mind and wriggle into each through she could muster. She assured herself that she would find some way to escape, some way to break free of whatever they were planning.

***

After her procedure, she had been taken to one of the lab's observation rooms, her new home so that the researchers could keep an eye on her. It was fairly spartan, a bed, table, and a chair rested there in that small room, with a small cubby off to the side that served as a bathroom. There were cameras everywhere too, it wasn't enough that the vixen's privacy was invaded by the large glass windows on the walls, but even her most private moments were being closely watched.

She was not left naked though, at least. A modified version of the prison uniform she had worn was given to her, marking her as property of the lab and displaying the name she had been 'assigned' by the project - Gjenfødelse, or Jen for sure. They had also equipped her with a rather bulky collar designed to administer a sedative dose should she get out of hand, though only to be used in emergencies as to not harm the life surely growing inside of her.

After she finally settled into her new home she finally set about tending to her wounds, both mental and physical. A hand slipped down to rub at her still sore stomach and groin. She choked back a few sobs, trying to keep herself together. She could still barely believe what had happened to her - inseminated by a machine against her will like some sort of live-stock, and even worse that whatever strange creature was inside of her was in the twisted image of her oppressors. She had to find some way to fight back and escape...and to get this...thing out of her. She wasn't a womb, she wasn't a thing. For now though, all she could do is curl up on the hard bed in that tiny room, hiding her face as she drifted off to sleep, dreading and fearing for what the future might hold for her.

***

The next day proved to be even more harsh on Kaja than anything she had experienced in her captivity under this regime so far. She was given a small meal consisting of an unidentifiable cold mash that she could barely get down, after which she was expected to bathe herself in preparation for the arrival of a 'therapist' for a session - all under the watchful eyes of a few all too pleased guards who would joke and chuckle among themselves at the vixen's expense.

She growled and snarled at them every so often to try to intimidate them into giving her some privacy, but she had no luck. They were standing inside of her cell, heavily armed with smiles on their faces as they watched her strip, bathe, and then redress in an even more demeaning prison suit than the one she had arrived in. The top stopped at her stomach and the pants barely covered any of her legs, making it look more like an orange crop top and short shorts than actual prison clothes.

Once she was fully dressed and dried the guards ordered her to sit on her bed as the door to her cell opened behind them, a lithe female squirrel in a formal suit quickly strutting in with a briefcase in tow. This new woman glided in with an aura of superiority about her, one Kaja had seen on almost all rodents since the takeover.

"Hello there...I am your new therapist. You may call me Miss Voll, and only that. Do you understand?" The guards pulled in a chair for her to sit down in, the squirrel crossing her legs as her eyes narrowed. "Do you understand?"

The vixen remained silent, glaring at this new woman. She had been to a 'therapist' before when she was first captured, but they couldn't break her then and they were not going to break her now. She was too 'wild' for them the first time around, they had eventually given up. And she prided herself in that at least. She wouldn't let this filthy rodent get the best of her with petty mind games.

"Can't talk, hm? I guess it isn't your style." She pulled a clip board from her briefcase, looking it over.

"Jen, is it? What a pretty name for such a bad girl. You know you've been a bad girl, right? I'm here to help you, Jen. I want to help you."

The vixen's ears flattered against her head. Bad girl? She loathed the demeaning way these mange-bags talked to her. "My name is Kaja..." The words rumbled from her mouth as her glare hardened even more.

"No, your name is Jen." She kept her same expression, nearly unblinking, leaving no signs of caving to the attempted intimidation. "Understand?"

"My name isn't fucking Jen, piss brain!" The vixen snapped out again, stirring the guards as she lunged forward slightly - still barely phasing the women in front of her.

"I see; we'll have to do things the hard way then. It's a shame, really." The Squirrel merely adjusted her glasses after a brief pause, waving a hand to the guards to calm them.

Slowly, she picked the briefcase back up into her lap and opened it, taking out a few odd things from it; a visor, a bottle of pills, and a few other things that the now enraged fox paid little attention too - her gaze never leaving the Squirrel's face.

"The fuck we will!" The vixen shouted as she went to lunge forward again, this time find the guards more than ready to intervene as she felt the butt of a gun smack her back onto the bed.

The Squirrel merely huffed in disappointment, still as calm as she had been when she first walked in. "You know what to do boys, hold her down."

Slowly Voll stood, visor held in both hands and pill bottle grasped by a few fingers. She managed to slide the visor over the struggling vixen's face, with the guards' help.

"This would've been so much easier if you had just cooperated." Next the squirrel took ahold of the vixen's muzzle, just under her chin as she used her thumb to shove a pill into her mouth.

"Swallow."

Kaja felt her muzzle held shut by a firm hand, another soon pushing against her as it ran gently down her throat - over and over again as the Squirrel tried to coax her to swallow. The vixen tried using her tongue to keep the pill at bay, tried to pull back from the hand - but eventually her fighting proved useless against the women's seeming calm determination as Kaja finally relented and swallowed.

"Good girl." The Squirrel sat back down now, taking her time as the guards continued to restrain the vixen, only holding her down by her arms now to let her head and body squirm and thrash in vain once more. Voll seemed to enjoy the sight in a smug way for what little time it lasted after.

Within a few minutes the vixen's struggles started to weaken, she could feel a sluggishness slowly fall upon her body and mind. A whimper escaped her as she felt her muscles grow heavier by the second, soon proving too much for more than a few slow motions that were easily stopped by the firming grip of the guards. It wasn't until she had stopped entirely that they finally left - leaving her to slump forward in a groggy daze. The vixen felt it hard to think too, thoughts going through the same process as her muscles as the racing and raging emotions slowly ground to little more than a slow tar-like trickle of complacency. She could only even muster up the most restrained and suppressed bit of anger as her glazed eyes stared through the pink tinted visor.

"Glad to see you are finally starting to calm down, Jen. Now perhaps we can start the productive phase of today's session, though we've already wasted so much time."

"On."

The visor lit up almost immediately, displaying a disorienting barely transparent pattern of various colours that swished and swirled across the vixen's vision. Kaja's attention instantly started to be drawn to them almost completely, hazed heavy mind finding it hard to resist the allure.

"Now, let's try this again...Your name is Jen, isn't it?"

"M-my name...i-...K-Kaja..." Kaja could barely hear the words, registering them as more of a subconscious thought as they slowly drifted into her mind.

The Squirrel let out a few tsks of disappointment. "No dear. Your name is Jen. It says so right here, Jen. Understand." She spoke in the same calm voice as before, the soothing words slithering along like the prior question had been, making it deeper into the vixen's distracted mind.

"N-n...no...not Jen."

It was hard for the vixen to separate the Squirrel's words from her own thoughts as they echoed in her mind. Her attention was too divided to sift them out easily, and each response had less thought than the last as the swirling colors seemed to rob her of more and more of her own awareness.

"But Jen is such a pretty name." The Squirrel smiled softly, buck teeth barely showing. "It fits you much better than Kaja, don't you think, Jen?"

"Y-yes...s-such...pretty name..."

The squirrel smiled even wider, nodding. "Good, then we'll call you Jen. And I am Miss Voll. I'm your therapist now, I'm here to help you. You do want help, don't you Jen? You want to be a good girl, right?"

The vixen again tried to resist, some deep part of her mind trying to reassert itself, trying to fight against the drugged haze and the mindlessly swirling lights. "N-n--"

"You've been a bad girl, but I'm here to help. Good girls get rewards, you like getting rewards, right?"

Kaja was interrupted, the words echoing with the rest in her muddled thoughts, crowding out her feeble attempts to resist. She could hear Voll's words grow louder in her mind, repeating and echoing. Telling her that she was a bad girl, that she needed help, that she wanted help. Her dazed mind found it hard to resist the sweet sticky allure of the promise of a reward, muddled thoughts translating it as a promise for freedom.

"Y-yes, I want help, I want to be a good girl." Kaja's voice wavered, what little of her mind left helpless to fight in her current state.

"Good, very good, Jen. Hopefully we'll have you fixed in no time. I'm afraid I haven't got much more time today, I just wanted to introduce myself."

The Squirrel smiled, nodding over to the guards as they walked over to the vixen and removed the visor from her - leaving her swaying softly as the swirls continued to dance across her eyes as artifacts. By the time she fully recovered her vision the squirrel was already standing with her closed briefcase - looking as smug as ever.

"The drug should wear off soon...but this session should still stick with her...I've already planted the seeds."

The End