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Cubs setting in

Commissioned by: Fabius from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar

It had been around two weeks since her hell started. Every day she woke up with the dull sound of a buzzing alarm. If she wasn't up in the following ten seconds, an electric shock jerked her up. The wardens then came, they made her and her cellmates stand up and in silent contemplation they scanned their naked complexion. She'd been growing thinner. At first they used to restrain her paws and toes with iron shackles, now they mostly used only the paws shackles and some of the other cubs helped hold her down. There were no mirrors in her cell, but sometimes she could catch a glimpse of her own reflection in the glasses that her ursine captors often used: her vixen features were only accented by her weight loss. Her eyes seemed wider, her snout longer, her whiskers uneven. Hadn't she known better, she would've thought to be seeing a different person. With every passing day, that visage of herself seemed even more distant, she could feel it too. Headaches, stomachaches. There had been days where she had stood awake all night, screaming and crying at the ominous camera in the corner of her room, hoping someone would take pity of her and come save her. No one ever came and soon she got punished for complaining with a brutal beating from the other kids. That had become usual for her.

That day's inspection was somewhat different though. She woke up, managed to avoid the shock and by the time she was up, she noticed that a crew had gathered around her cell. Most of them were bears, with a few weasels sprinkled among them. She still tried futilely to cover her body, one of the few reactions she still kept from the time she was free. Yet soon a gust of steam fired at her from the vents below and she understood she was to let the observers peer at her body. One of the weasel wardens entered the room and asked them to pose for the viewers. The cubs were asked to raise their arms as high as they could, while standing in one paw. The females of the room, including Lorelei, were placed in one side, exposing their underbelly to half of the room, while the males were moved to the opposite side of the chamber. After a few seconds they were asked to change positions, stretching their legs and trying to touch their toes with their index paw. Her body began to ache. Soon they were asked to pair, and E-34, one of the other cubs began to push her down trying to aid her in reaching her toes. Lorelei began to pant and whimper as the pain increased. The weasels seemed to take note of every movement, and the stone faces of the ursine watchers seemed to be studying her in particular. They were then taken out to a running field, where they were forced to run in circles until one by one they began to drop down in exhaustion. Lorelei dropped first, several laps before the second cub fell.

One after another Lorelei continued to fail every single one of her tests with an outstanding gap between her and the other cubs. When she fell on the ground of the running field, she heard one of the bear overseers barking some number to the top of his lungs, apparently even the younger, seven year old cubs had better numbers than her. That day she was taken to one of the labs instead of her cell when she was done with the tests. Two weasel researchers accompanied her in the room, also naked. One of the other cubs, D-78 was his code, was also in the room. Lorelei recognized him as one of the younger kids. Age 7, she thought.

"Stand still." the weasel demanded while placing a set of weights in front of each cub. "Lift these over your head. Spread your legs." She ordered, using her rear paws to push both cubs into a shallow split. "Begin." She commanded coldly.

Lorelei leaned forward, and tried to pick up the first weight. Instead she ended up slipping face-first into the floor. A burst of steam from one of the nearby contraptions forced her to stand up. The weasel watched in silence as she jotted down some notes.

"Continue." The warden demanded.

Lorelei looked to a side and noticed that the age 7 was doing much better than her. He was currently holding over his head the third in the set of weights. Lorelei looked down once more, spread her legs and tried again to lift up the first weight. She managed it this time and rose the dull black disk above her head, as she did, the things further tensed under the weight, a sharp pain extending outwards from them. She took a deep breath when her arms began to hurt. The weasel barely looked up when she started to whine in pain. Then she began to tremble, wondering how long was she supposed to hold that position. D-78 was already going through the fifth weight. When she could hold her arms up no longer, she put the disk down, she heard more jotting from the weasel.

"Who told you to put it down?" The warden asked. "I thought-" "Lift it up again, this time raise your arms fully."

Lorelei looked down and to her side once more. The other cub was evidently flustered by the weight he was carrying yet he held his arm straight up as if presenting some offering to the skies. She moved to take the second weight.

"Who said you could use that one?" The weasel barked. "Use the first one."

Lorelei picked up the bruised disk again and rose it over her head. With great effort she managed to push her arms all the way up.

"Now raise your left leg." "What?" "Now raise your left leg." The researcher repeated, in an almost unnaturally mechanical way. "I can't..." Lorelei whined, her breath being taken by the weight. "Raise your left leg." Commanded coldly the researcher.

Lorelei attempted to balance her weight while keeping only one paw on the floor, but promptly fell to the ground with a loud boom. The metal disk making a soft rapping noise as it settled. The warden ordered D-78 to restrain Lorelei and bring her along. The cub put the weight down and proceeded to jerk her up. He was a short brown wolf, and his grip was as hard as his eyes. He pushed Lorelei down the alley from the cells into the experimentation room.

There was a dull metal table in the middle, mechanic contraptions hovering over it. A bear scientist was already in the room, he watched carefully as Lorelai entered, pushed in by the younger cub.

"Stand in the middle." The weasel commanded, as part of the machinery descended from above her. "D-78, chain her and hold her."

The cub moved behind Lorelei pulled her arms and put them into chains. Lorelei let out another low yelp as her tired muscles were sprained. Soon she heard the iron shackles snapping into place. And she felt the wide paws of the wolf cub moving to hold her arms up. The weasel came forwards and began to circle Lorelei, her paws prodding at Lorelei's body. First the weasel explored the vixen's craneum. She took measures, explored her ears, her fangs, her whiskers, she even cut one of them and put them in a small plastic bag. She continued with her chest, and as she descended through the front, a mechanical needle came down on her back. The weasel took measurements of her chest, her ribs, and then ordered D-73 to hold her still. Suddenly the sharp pain of the needle invading her back made her scream in pain. The needle remained there for several moments that to Lorelai seemed eternal. When it retracted with a mechanical chirping, Lorelai pushed forwards, and she would have hit the floor hadn't she been restrained.

"What are the results?" The gruff bear of coarse voice asked to the weasel. "She's the bottom line sir. Failed every test, and as you can see even D-73 here can put her to shame." The bear scoffed. "Shave her. Put her with the 7 year olds, make her train harder. Feed her more. Make sure she's clean." The weasel nodded and moved to a nearby stand. "Put her on the table, D-73."

The male cub pretty much wrestled Lorelei into the metal table close to them, and proceeded to put a binding around her neck, while forcing her to lay face down. Soon the buzzing sound of an electric razor flooded the room. Lorelei tried to move back and turn her head , but D-73's strength seemed almost unnatural compared to hers. She was sure that in any other situation she would have been able to fight back, but with the recent decline in her health brought forth by the extreme exercise she was subjected to and the lack of a proper diet, with every movement she made, the weakness of her body only became more and more evident.

Soon she felt the dull scratch of the cold razor against her skin, to make things worse, a circle of scientific observers had gathered around the laboratory and acted as silent witnesses to her demise. To make things worse, trying to lift herself up only exposed her rear even further to the viewers. For a few more minutes she tried to fight, then she resigned to just crying in silence. With every tear another mote of her silver hair falling to the ground. Moments passed until the rumbling of the machine reduced back to a low hum and then to silence. She was and moved as if expecting to be released, she wasn't.

Instead she noticed that D-73's face curled into a faint expression of pity, as he followed the weasel's movements with his eyes. Without needing the weasel to say a word, D-73 pushed Lorelei's waist up, and removed her tail from the entrance to her entrails. The vixen's eyes widened in sudden fear, she had seen the process before, and she knew what was coming. She clasped every muscle and sphincter when she felt the weasel's paw grabbing her tail and further raising it up. First she felt a cold gloved paw exploring the outer reaches of her rim, that only made her push tighter. Then she felt the alien intrusion commencing. Inch by inch she felt the dull pain of the enema being introduced inside her. She whimpered in silence, unable to forget the crowd of curious eyes looking at her from the other side of the glass walls. She felt the tube going in deeper and deeper into her and soon the pumping had started. Numbing her with rhythmic contractions, bulging her stomach as if it were some sort of cheap balloon. For several minutes the ordeal went on, she didn't move, as if instinctively pretending to be dead, hoping to be dead, when the machine retracted with the coldness of a finished job, her stomach was so bulged that it would've come off as pregnancy if she weren't just a cub. She slid down from the table, and barely able to walk she was led into an adjacent chamber.

Apparently, that was just the beginning, D-73 made sure she entered one of the lab containment cells, a single toilet in a corner, and then left the room. The small pallet next to the wall indicated that she was going to spend a long time in that cell. The weasels stopped paying any attention to her as she prepared to relieve her bowels, yet as she did, she noticed that hanging next to the door of her containment cell, a pristine white paper contained a list of all the experiment scheduled for her.

She had a long week ahead of her, so she started crying again.

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