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Splicer shuffled his feet anxiously. He idly chewed a claw as he waited, sitting in a chair so lavish it probably was worth more than everything in his apartment. His finger rocketed out of his mouth when he heard the door click open behind him, balling both his paws in his lap.

"Thank you for coming into this interview. I know it was scheduled to be online but something about your resume caught me, I wanted to meet face to face." The pink badger sat down at his desk. The near regal air the badger exhumed was stifling to the wolf, he couldn't bring his eyes up, instead studying every detail of the desk. His eyes rested on a gold-plated triangle of wood. Laguna, CFO. Laguna cleared his throat.

"Oh yeah, it's no big deal, my computer has been acting up anyways so it's probably for the best." Splicer glanced up, the badger was giving him a curious eye. It was his turn to clear his throat, but it didn't sound nearly as convincing as when the badger did it. It was going to be a long interview.

He was right, it was a long interview. But, it was going well.

"So I think that about wraps it up, one final question, do you have any sort of social media accounts that we should know about? You don't have to answer but we do like to check up on what kind of furs we might be hiring here." Laguna already knew the answer, he almost wanted the wolf more for the hours of videos of self bondage, toy fucking and chastity they posted than for anything on their admittedly impressive resume.

"Uh no I don't really care for social media you know? I just do my own thing." Splicer looked back down on the desk, hoping that all the blushing he was doing was in his head.

"Your own thing, an admiral way to live. I'm sure we'll be in contact, unless you'd like to just skip the grace period and I can offer you a contracted position right now?"

Splicer's face lit up as he nodded vigorously, dropping his reservations. He had his dignity, but he also needed this position more than he cared to admit. He watched the badger rummaging around in one of his drawers as a small stack of papers formed in his paws. All were gently dropped in front of the wolf and a pen was pushed into his paws.

"Now read the contract carefully, it's all standard corporate affair, but I assure you that it's important to get in the habit." Laguna warned.

Splicer honestly tried to read it, but he was too focused on being given the job, his eyes were just blankly scanning over all the words on the pages and not really taking them in. Something about nondisclosure, company policy and employee benefits, the usual jargon. That was his first mistake, his second was signing his name. Laguna smiled, by this point it was already too late for the wolf, but still this was better than the usual whining and crying.

"Perfect, we'll be in touch! I can't imagine onboarding taking more than a week, expect an email soon." Laguna watched as the wolf excitedly bowed and practically skipped out the door. He wondered if they would feel so energetic when it came time for the first step of onboarding.

The email didn't come, Splicer wasn't too worried, but there was still an anxious air around him. His sleep was troubled as he tossed and turned in bed, the sheets were clinging to his fur all wrong, and he was lightly sweating. It almost sounded like his door was slowly creaking open, but it had to have been his imagination, he lived alone and didn't have any pets. A mosquito bit his upper arm. He reached over to slap it, at least he tried to, but his arm wasn't responding. Splicer's eyes shot open, his world was spinning, up, down and sideways as he saw a shadowy figure cut out by the light in his doorframe. His maw opened, or it tried to open, but that too was frozen.

Sleep paralysis. It was just sleep paralysis, he closed his eyes and counted to ten, doing his best to wiggle a finger to break him out of his half sleep-half awake state, but his finger never moved, when he opened his eyes the figure was closer, next to his bed. He looked up with fear-frozen eyes, doing his best to scream, roll out of bed, anything.

"Looks like he's still awake." A gruff voice called out, another shadow from the doorway.

"Looks like a double dose for him, funny for a skinny piece of meat like that. Wouldn't expect it would take that much...." The voice above him taunted. The mosquito bite of a second syringe sunk into his arm. The panic was melting away, everything was. He stared up with glassy eyes as a paw waved in his vision, leaving streaks behind in it's wake, he felt the vague sensation of movement as he bounced up and down.

"Fucking hell, why did I have to carry it? It's drooling on me..."

"Lost the coin flip."

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you!"

Splicer was lulled to sleep by the drug coursing through his body and the inane bickering of two people who've been in the kidnapping game for far too long.

Splicer woke up with a dry maw, and useless arms, they felt numb still, like the drug was still working its way out of his system. The drug! His body shot up off the couch he was laying on as he scanned around the unfamiliar room. Grey brick lined the four walls, along with a chain anchored deep into the wall. Then the door, he began running towards it, an odd scraping sound following close behind him, but he was too preoccupied with thoughts of escape to ponder what it could possibly mean.

"HRRRK!" Splicer's running ended abruptly when the chain ran out of slack pulling hard on the collar secured around his neck. The whiplash and pull brought his feet out from under him as his head collided with the cold gray floor, causing everything to go swimming and a loud ringing in his ear.

"Oh..." He weakly murmured as he traced the line connecting the chain on his new collar to the anchor on the wall with his eyes. He took the second he was on the ground gasping for air to reevaluate his situation, his arms weren't numb anymore, but they still were pinned close to his chest. Looking down revealed that mystery, the white straps and buckles of the straight jacket were obvious. He saw plenty of videos with them, and he always wondered what it would feel like. Now he knew, the forced hug would feel nice under different circumstances maybe. But as he panted on the floor, it only felt like the air was being squeezed from his lungs. There wasn't enough oxygen in the room to go around, he struggled to sit up on his ass, back of his head echoing dull throbbing pain as he scootched backwards pressing the pain up against the cold brick letting a sigh of relief escape his lips.

"Fuck that smarts." Splicer whined out, closing his eyes and trying to figure out some means of slipping out of his current predicament.

"Oh, I bet."

Splicer's eyes shot back open, his new visitor was just entering the doorway clicking their tongue in a disapproving tut. That pink badger from the other day.

"Laguna? What's, going on?" Splicer squirmed against the tight bonds, barely making his arms wiggle.

"This is part of the onboarding process, didn't you read the contract?" More tutting, Splicer swore he was about to see red.

"Whatever the fuck onboarding this is, I'll have to turn it down. My apologies."

"I'm afraid that won't do, your contract is legally binding."

"Last I checked, legality doesn't involve drugging and kidnapping..."

"Maybe," The badger had a smug grin. " But I imagine soon enough you'll come around to my point of view."

Splicer seethed silently, the chain attached to his collar clanked to the floor as his body was quickly forced to its feet. The sudden motion made his head scream, and the vice grip on his scruff had more force than the wolf though possible, especially for some desk sitting pencil pusher. It kept him in line, even if he could somehow manage to break free he wouldn't know where to go. He was marched down what felt like an endless corridor of doors, how big was this place? It honestly felt like it would never end, right as he began to wonder whether he had died in his sleep last night and been sent to some grey door purgatory when the march abruptly ended.

"This is your door, sorry it took us so long. You could say we've had a bumper crop this quarter." Laguna chuckled to himself, reveling in some joke unknown to the wolf.

His door? The wolf was still pondering what that meant when he was pushed in, followed closely by the badger.

"Take your seat." Laguna ordered, pushing the wolf towards the leather chair in the center of the room.

"Please don't..." Splicer begged but his pleas were falling on deaf ears, he trudged over towards the chair and plopped himself into it. He looked up with pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. You'll enjoy this, I promise. Just try not to fight it too much."

"It?"

The badger went behind the chair, tracing a finger along the wolf's shoulder. It made them flinch, Laguna's eyes gleamed with near malice, he loved the feeling of fur bristling under his fingers, it made the eventual submission all the sweeter. The juxtaposition of aversion to addiction was what he craved, usually he preferred a more traditional approach to breaking his pets in, but a cursory glance at the wolf's file suggested this was something they wanted. Even if they didn't, well, it didn't matter. Not anymore. The visor slipped over the wolf's head, until his vison was filled with clear glass.

"No, wait. No. No! You, I don't. Please? Why are you doing this to me?" Splicer had read countless stories about something like this happening, watched plenty of videos about it too. But that was just a show the actors put on, fiction, hypnosis didn't exist, it wasn't real. He had a feeling something this serious wasn't going to be a show, if he didn't get out soon, something bad was going to happen, his stomach dropped, he shook his head violently, side to side, up and down, the visor held it's place remarkably well.

Laguna held the wolf by the muzzle, to prove a point for sure, but mostly to stop a potential neck injury. A piece of paper came into their view.

"This isn't the whole contract, just the employee benefits section, see right here? It says and I read, all employees are subjected to mandatory relaxation sessions at the discretion of a higher up. I'm you're higher up, and you're more than due for some relaxation, don't you think?" Laguna's inflection on the last phrase made the wolf's stomach drop. He thought he was going to be sick. The words were there, sure it was somewhat ambiguous but even if they flat out said, 'we are going to break your mind' in plain text he'd probably have glossed over it still.

"I'm sorry, please, let me go? I won't tell anyone I promise! You can just, let me go! Yeah, I'll just leave, you'll never see me again, please!" Splicer pleaded, tears forming in his eyes. One rolled down his cheek as he blinked.

"Oh puppy you don't get it. In this line of work, once an employee, always an employee. I promise we won't change too much though, just try and relax. It'll be easier." Laguna stood up. Much more of that pleading and he might actually have changed his mind, probably not, but the crying was starting to rub his fur the wrong way.

Splicer opened his muzzle trying to beg more, he was close, he could see the cracks. But one second he was there, the next second he wasn't. His body slumped back in the chair, maw hung open in a plea that wouldn't be heard, the visor's screen was black, splicer felt the black, rather he felt nothing. He couldn't feel the straight jacket hugging his body, the cool leather pressing into his back, the still pounding headache. It all faded away. Nothing, nothing but the voice that cut through everything.

"Repeat after me: I am product." Splicer realized it was his voice calling to him, but he hadn't said anything.

"FUCK YOU!" He shouted back into the void. He wasn't going to let them just toy with him as they pleased.

Red, everything was red, his mind was filled with red. It made the headache he had from reaming his head against the floor feel like a gentle scalp massage, it made every bad moment in his life up to this point feel like a warm memory. His body shimmered and whimpered in it's forced sleep, red visor screen burning into his retinas. The void returned.

"Repeat after me: I am product."

"F-fuck you..." Splicer's mind was reeling from the red, but he wasn't going to be broken so easily.

Red, this time lasted longer than the last.

...

"Repeat after me: I am product."

"Pl-please stop..." Splicer lost count, the red sections lasted what felt like hours, days even, at a time.

Red, Splicer's cheeks were stained with tears.

...

"Repeat after me: I am product."

"I am product." Splicer's voice was hollow, his mind was hollow. Nothing mattered anymore, the red had washed that all away, he just wanted it to be over.

Green, everything was green. It washed all the previous red phases he went through away, like cool spring water. Splicer's body relaxed in its chair. The void returned.

"Repeat after me: Product obeys."

"No more..." Splicer groaned out, not realizing his mistake, the red reminded him of it, snapping him back into place.

...

More phrases, more than Splicer could count, it didn't matter anymore, he was just product, he didn't need to worry about those kinds of things anymore. He just needed to listen to what he himself was saying in his mind.

"I am product." His hollow voice echoed the robotic mimic of his own, he didn't know which one was even leading the chant anymore, he knew it by heart. "Product obeys, I obey."

The voice wasn't even there, it didn't need to be. Every repetition of the mantra gave the wolf a green flash in his visor. He craved the green, needed it. He would let them toy with him as they pleased.

"I am product. Product obeys, I obey."

His body was no longer in induced sleep, he was fully conscious, staring forward through the now clear visor through the door. He was still slack jawed, still lightly drooling, but he was mouthing along to the words in his mind. Hours passed. He continued chanting.

Splicer was still himself, he knew he was deep in his heart, but now he knew a knew fact, a fact that had been long buried within his heart. He was product, he always had been. The wolf just needed someone to uncover his true self. That badger, Laguna, his now owner, opened the door and looked on to the dumbed down wolf with satisfaction.

"Seems like puppy learned his place, took longer than most though, congratulations!" Laguna praised, it made the wolf shiver as he reacted to the words of his owner. "Ready to start your actual training now?"

Splicer nodded slowly, still reeling from the visor. He tried to stand, but his knees were weak, he couldn't even push himself out of the chair. His owner came to help, clipping a leash to his collar, leading him up out of the chair. The wolf was still shivering, Laguna pushed them down to their knees, usually he'd make pets walk on all fours while leashed but the straight jacket made that impossible. He debated taking it off but decided he wanted to keep the wolf in it a while longer, as unnecessary as it was.

Splicer shuffled his knees, desperate to keep up as he was moved into an elevator, then into the office he had been interviewed in the previous day, then under the desk. The visor over his eyes flashed green as he took his rightful place. The badger slid his pants down.

"Well? Get to work then." Laguna cooed.

The wolf didn't even hesitate.