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Splicer woke up to a resounding pain in his neck, he clawed at the collar around his neck. It was the standard collar given to all products and yet somehow it was unnatural to the wolf, alongside the fact it woke him up the same way every morning. Jack still couldn't get over the treatment of the wolf, day and night it was unspeakable cruelties and through it all the wolf only thanked his tormentors. This morning was the same as all the others, Splicer thanked Jack for the bits and pieces of food he was provided.

I don't know how much longer I can do this for, please Splicer... Jack couldn't handle it, he just wished one of the mornings he woke up screaming, or told the beagle off for the bare minimum scraps he was given instead of thanking him. At least with Blaine he could provide comfort and compassion, but Jack couldn't help but wonder if this was the real way to recover, if he could even subject them to treatment. He'd do anything to get his old Blaine back but he wasn't sure if he could make himself treat the fox like he did the wolf. He was sure Splicer was suffering despite not showing any outward signs of stress, the wolf still occasionally twitched and whined out when deeply asleep.

"How are you feeling today Splicer?" Jack asked, praying for anything but the usual response.

"I am good sir..." Splicer responded in his blank tone.

No good, it's no good! Jack escorted Splicer into the elevator for the fifteenth morning in a row, dreading what evils the otter had planned for the wolf this time. Along with the usual morning routine tests, Joseph had begun integrating more extreme measures in between the testing. It started incrementally, with basic paddling and whipping, but quickly picked up in severity when it was apparent no progress was being made. All the cuts, bruises and burns of the previous day would be gone by the following morning. Today after the testing was over Jack led Splicer back onto the elevator, they came out on the wrong floor. Both walked forward into the seemingly empty office space.

No, no this isn't right, there's always furs working in their desks in this building, how couldn't it be full? Jack's line of thought was cut short by the sound of the elevator door opening behind him. A midnight black otter stepped out, Jack tried to step into line and address his superior but his body was frozen in place by his nanites.

"Sir! What are you doing here?" Jack asked, feeling uneasy.

"Mission from Joseph, although I can already wager..." Vay said in response, looking at the beagle and the wolf who still hadn't turned around.

"Oh it's you. This should be fun..." Vay said, waiting for the wolf to turn around. When they did, his eyes narrowed in response to the empty expression of the wolf. "Oh... it's you..."

Vay didn't give Splicer any time to respond, the distance was closed and he sent the wolf flying. He didn't want to hear a word from the pathetic product, Jack watched in horror.

...

Jack had to carry Splicer to the room, the wolf couldn't stand on his own anymore after what Vay did to him. Jack knew Vay's reputation, but he had no clue just how deep the sadism ran until that moment, he was glad he spent as little time in contact with the otter as possible. He placed Splicer down in his crate.

"I-I'm sorry you had to carry me sir, I apologize for being unable to move myself, I believe my legs are broken..." Splicer tried to get up to properly address who he assumed to be his new owner, but the beagle held him down.

"Stay down, just, don't move anymore, alright Splicer?" Jack had tears in his eyes, he wished Vay would have beaten him instead, it would have been much easier than being powerless to stop his friend from the brutal assault they received. Even now, Splicer was trying to service the beagle despite his injuries, Jack couldn't stand it. That night at dinner he gave Splicer his entire plate, the wolf needed energy to recover before the next round, and Jack wasn't feeling hungry in any case.

...

"Sir, this is too much, you can't keep doing this over and over again, nothing is changing! It's useless! This is undue suffering!" Jack had requested Joseph oversee the wolf's daily torture session so they could have a meeting.

"You understand this is just what has to be done? We have to keep going no matter what, this is how Laguna said it was undone the first time..." Joseph himself was worried, Splicer hadn't shown any signs of disobedience or some resistance to his abuse, staying completely in line. He was beginning to wonder what made this time different.

They both looked into the observation room, Splicer was tied down to a chair, the pliers held tight to his claw. Jack closed his eyes, unable to watch. Joseph couldn't look away, he was loving it. Even as a product the wolf couldn't help but cry out at Vay's next motion.

"One down, nineteen more to go..." Vay muttered, this was one of his favourite tasks, but despite the wolf whining, it just didn't carry the same wight as it usually would.

"I deserve this..." Splicer muttered, he didn't know exactly why, but he knew there was a reason he was being punished so thoroughly. He must have done something awful to deserve this.

"SIR!" Jack had had enough, he didn't see what happened, but from the cries of pain he could guess what was still happening to the wolf.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Joseph barked out, he was not one to allow subordinates to raise his voice in his direction and the beagle was grating at his last nerve. But Jack was right, one by one the wolf's claws were taken and despite crying out, he didn't growl or even ask why it was happening. Blood dripped from his finger tips and tears poured from his eyes but the only thing on his muzzle was an apology. Before the final one was stripped, Joseph ordered Vay to stop, he had to contact Orwell. For now he'd give the wolf a brief pause in their training. "Take him to his room."

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"Splicer, do you, hate me?" Jack couldn't take it anymore, he needed to know the answer to the question that had been keeping him up the last three nights. Splicer woke up to the same neck clawing and ate his breakfast as he always did, profusely thanking the beagle. Jack just couldn't take it.

"What do you mean sir? How could I possibly hate you?" Splicer tilted his head at the odd question.

"Right of course you wouldn't, I wish you'd call me Jack again, or anything aside from sir... please put your paws up."

"It's hard enough to refer to myself as Splicer, but I really can't use anyone else's proper name, it's not possible."

Jack began filing the wolf's claws, they grew back in the few days since they were ripped out but he couldn't help but feel personally responsible for their removal in the first place, he should have stomped his foot down as soon as he heard that day's plan but he let it happen anyways. Splicer had every right to hate him, he could fathom a world where the wolf wasn't seething with rage, and yet, there was no malice in the wolf's eyes, they were still as vacant as the first day. He blew on Splicer's claws, they were glistening, he wanted to work on them forever, to apologize, but if he went any deeper he'd hit the quick. The first time he tried doing the wolf's nails he had done just that, the sight and smell of the wolf's blood made him sick. He had seen too much of it these last months.

"Of course Splicer, thank you. I know you're doing your best..."

"No need for thanks sir, I only wish to serve."

Jack couldn't help himself, despite the disdain he had for himself inside, just being with the wolf made him feel better, it was the same feeling with Blaine. Even knowing he could be with his partner again, despite the circumstances, made him feel more at ease with his situation. Both of them were empty, and yet being with them, made Jack feel whole again. He closed the wolf's paw and gripped it tight in both of his.

"How can I help you Splicer, please, tell me!"

"You already do help me sir. I only wish you'd treat me as the product I am."

"Splicer, you're so much more than a product to me, how many times do I need to tell you this?"

"I'm sorry sir, you just don't seem to understand, I live to serve you."

It's useless Jack sighed, he let the wolf's paw drop from his own. He ordered Blaine and Splicer to crawl in the crate together for a nap, since the claw removal the testing had been paused, leaving the trio with not much to do. Jack had the two products sleeping together and trying to share an intimate moment between the two, maybe if the stress and pain wouldn't cut it, there might be another way to bring their memories to surface. But despite all the time cuddling the products remained the same, it did make Jack feel things he wish he could keep buried, but seeing the two sleeping furs in the crate together he couldn't help himself. He crawled in and wrapped both of them in his arms, burying his muzzle into the fox's neck fur. It soon became damp with tears.

The three slept through lunch, Jack woke up and swore at the time, he had almost missed dinner too, he was starving, but when he saw the two bowls of food in front of him, he divided it into three qual portions.

I don't deserve any more than they do... I'm just as much a product as they are after all. Jack ate in silence, even if he still had a will, he was still at the beck and call of the company. He wished the three of them could just escape and run off somewhere off the grid, but with the nanites in all of them, nowhere was off grid. He looked up from his empty plate, the two products in front of them were already finished and awaiting orders. Dead eyes, the eyes of his friends, he couldn't hold back any longer. The growing urge was too strong, Jack couldn't stop himself.

"Blaine, please wait in the crate, Splicer... on the bed." Both products responded to the command, following it to the letter. Blaine watched from the crate as the wolf laid down on the bed, he knew what was about to happen, he almost felt jealous that the wolf was chosen over him. But in the long time he had known the beagle since becoming product, he had been used many times, he was at peace with the idea that his owner would want to break in another. "Splicer, I'm sorry for this..."

Jack was already on the bed, his clothes tossed into a pile in the corner of the room, knot fully out of his sheath. Splicer had been waiting for this moment for the last few months, he was wondering why his owner was taking so long to properly use him, pre was dripping from his cage.

Finally, I can be of service... Splicer was laying back, his body wasn't moving, but he was begging for the beagle to take him in his mind. Product always yearned to be used, it was part of their programming. Jack wasn't a fan of what he did to Blaine while the two were alone in bed, but he was sure somewhere deep down, the real Blaine was happy too, maybe he could reach Splicer that way too. But he was only justifying the desire he felt for the wolf right now, no matter what they were subjected to, Splicer only treated the beagle with reverence.

Jack grabbed the wolf's legs and pulled him closer, so he could press his tip just above the wolf's tail. It was an empty gesture, but he raised his paw to the wolf's collar and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

If nothing else, he still tastes the same... Jack savoured the long-awaited taste of his friend. He pushed his tongue deeper and pressed his tip into the wolf's tailhole. He loved the feeling of a product's hole, but he missed the light resistance of a normal fur as he pressed deeper. He began leaking pre into the wolf. Splicer didn't moan or give off any sign of pleasure but in the moment, he was ecstatic. Jack was pumping deep, hard thrusts each one filled with more feverous energy. He couldn't last longer, he broke the kiss and moaned out, forcing his knot deep into the wolf. He let out a howling moan, pulling the wolf in for a close hug as he rested his muzzle on the wolf's shoulder. Despite using the wolf for his own satisfaction, he felt nothing but guilt as his orgasm faded away, being replaced with even further shame. His friend was nothing but a hollow shell, he used them while they were this way. Jack wanted to punch himself, instead he whispered to the wolf, hoping to reach the Splicer buried deep in their mind.

"Splicer, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, I've been waiting so long for you, you know..."

"Of course I enjoyed that sir, thank you so much for using me!" Splicer said in a monotone voice. He had no idea how long his owner had been waiting for, it had only been a few months after all hadn't it? The beagle's knot and cum were still deep inside him and he had no idea why, he was satisfied by the job well done on his part, but the hug felt nice in a way he couldn't describe.

It's so, warm? Caring? Splicer closed his eyes and just reveled in the feeling, he felt himself drifting off to a comfortable sleep.