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Two pointy ears rocked back and forth above the locker door, like a ship caught in a heavy storm. Abruptly the ears sunk beneath the metal horizon, and then suddenly popped up again, followed by the lynx head that supported them. Dangling beside it were two black socks that, by the smell of it, were in that locker for over a week.

"Are these yours?" "What those? You've asked me ten times already! And for the tenth time: NO! They aren't, besides, mine don't smell that bad" "Mmmpf, I don't believe they're mine" "That's what I keep telling your wife..." "Funny..." "How's the misses doing these days anyway?" "Ah, you know, same old same old. Still can't stop nagging about house holding stuff"

The two lynxes were getting dressed, putting on their guard uniforms that could easily be mistaken for a cop's uniform. That used to be their job: looking the part, but besides doing a few rounds in the labs, they didn't really play it. With the new project kicking off last week, however, things finally became interesting for Jakov and Volsky. On the ground lay several pieces of their regular clothing that had been thrown on the ground, having been exchanged for dark blue pants and shirts, black boots and a utility belt that sported, among other things, a radio and stun gun.

"But I thought you bought new slave..." "Yeah, that's what I thought too, but apparently it hasn't been very compliant" "Oh you know how it is; it's all about being dominant yadda yadda..." "I know, right? And when I'm around there's no problem! And when I'm telling her just that, to be dominant and such, she just says: no, you have to better train her, you can't expect me to be like that"

By now the lads had strapped their boots and stuffed their lockers. Clocking in, they walked along the facilities many halls and offices continuing their conversation. Every now and then they would cross one of the laboratories where scientists were buzzing about with their expensive equipment that only the larger corporations could afford. They arrived at the cabinet that stored all the "training equipment", what was actually a euphemism for all the restraints and other methods of control that the company used on its slaves.

"You should buy her one of those training DVD's, you know, with the little fox guy" "Yeah, like that works. "be strict and dominant", blegh, so cheesy " "Wait, shouldn't we bring the plastic muzzle instead of the leather one?" "I thought Hughes told us to use the leather muzzle, because it is safer and all" "That's right, but today's shower time remember? That leather will take forever to dry, and the poor wolf will probably drown because it's so constrictive" "Oh yeah, that's right, almost forgot about that"

The two examined the plastic muzzle that they would use on the new subject. The muzzle itself was transparent and featured many breathing holes where the mouth would be. It was somewhat bigger than the usual muzzles, and allowed the wearer some room to talk and even eat small pieces of food. But while the muzzle was much more spacey and allowed some freedom, thick plastic buckles made sure it would not come off. Various other restraints were collected by the felines, including metal cuffs and shackles that were connected by a strong metal wire. These restraints were only used for canines of course, and were more associated with animal control than actual handcuffs.

Two canine eyes jerked open, feeding information to a brain that had been so much swallowed by different emotions and experiences in the last two days, that this was the first time it produced a coherent thought since. Since its capture, since the wolf had awoken many times in near-delirium and since the breakdown the wolf suffered and realizing it was not a dream. The visual information wasn't really what jump-started him, but rather the metal clanks and sounds that sharply invaded his ears. In a small featureless room it is not difficult to locate a source, and exactly half a second after the eyelids had opened and revealed their green iris'ed eyes, the wolf looked at the metal door that so mockingly prevented his escape.

Impulsiveness told him déjà vu when the same trio of people came through, but he knew that it was not. He couldn't exactly remember what happened last time though, and against primal fear and thought he refrained from lunging at them. Instead, he slowly sat up and growled lowly at the invading trio.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced, seeing as last time you were a bit scared" spoke the panthress in lab coat, accompanied by two lynxes. "my name is Doctor Hughes, and these are Volsky and Jakov"

The wolf simply continued his low-pitched growl, his face showing every bit of discontent he could muster.

"Now I do believe you speak common, but I see you may not be in the mood for talk is that right?" "..." "That's okay, we don't have to talk right now if you don't want to. But I do hope that's not your stomach I hear growling all the time" Doctor Hughes smiled at him, but was reciprocated with the usual. "Just in case you are hungry I brought you some food, would you like some?" "..." "Okay, I suppose you're not hungry then. I have to leave now, but I'll be back shortly, if you decide you do want some I'll leave it right here"

The doctor and escort left the room quietly, locking the door as they left. Wasting no time, Hughes quickly walked over to the observation room and started writing on her notebook. The captive canine seemed to have no interest in the food when she left, but from her she could already see him sniffing. The captive canine's stomach did indeed growl along with his snout, and for good reason, the piece of meat on the plastic platter smelled delicious. It may have taken up to five minutes for the wolf's needs to overcome his anger, but the meat utterly disappeared in his maw within seconds, to which the panthress smiled ear to ear.

"So you were hungry then?" she spoke whilst entering the cell once more. Walking closer, the constant growling of the wolf grew stronger. "If was right about that, I might just be right about something else to" She waved her paw in front of her nose in an exaggerated manner. "Oh, yes, I was right about you needing a wash up too..." "..." "Luckily for you we had expected just that, and got the water all warmed up!"

The doctor talked as if handling a pup, trying to sound as friendly as possible at the same time.

"Now, we can't have you running around like this, seeing as you're still a bit scared of things, so we brought with us some things that might help you keep calm. We know that you don't like the muzzle, but we've brought one that is quite different and isn't as bad as the last one, I think. You still have to wear it though..."

The wolf considered attacking as the cats slowly approached him, but he still felt weak from before and decided otherwise. He decided he'd let them make their move first and then try and bolt for the exit. One of the lynxes held out the muzzle invitingly, hoping that he would put in his snout willingly, but the wolf was planning no such thing. As the muzzle was about to be put on him, he lunched forward with all his might. His sudden jerks were stopped dead in their tracks by the four muscled arms of the much older lynxes, however, and with paws all over his head, his nose soon touched plastic.

The struggling continued, but the guards were obviously professionals, and soon his wrists and ankles were once again encircled by cold steel. Now the wolf was dragged through the door and across the hall, but he may be defeated, he didn't let up. All the way he was snarling, fighting, trying to get away to no avail. It was quite the sight, not unlike a wild animal being dragged off.

Soon his cuffs and shackles were tied to the floor of tiled room, leaving him little to no room to kick or lash out. The wolf felt quite tired now, but the lynxes and panthress seemed unimpressed. The whole display of restrained violence did not change the unnaturally friendly attitude of the female, and soon she was talking again with her patronizing and bemothering voice.

"I see you're not in the mood of talking, so I'll just set the temperature for you. That's about right..."

Soon the showerhead she was holding was aimed at the wolf, and a strong but not unpleasant current of hot water was now drenching his fur. The canine snapped at the stream of water, tried to stop it from reaching his body, but every time he raised his arm to do so they were promptly jerked back down by the cuffs. She did not stop showering him with water until every piece of fur was wet, which didn't take long despite the canine's best efforts.

The whole scene was like a movie in which a prisoner was violently hosed down by the cops with ice cold water, at least, the way the wolf acted made it seem so. In truth, the faucet was not spewing out powerful streams but rather small jets of lukewarm water. If the canine didn't act up as he did, many a fur would have enjoyed it.

After ten minutes of struggling, the faucet was finally closed and the wolf was now panting in his muzzle, his fur totally and utterly soaked. The slight moment of relief was soon interrupted by the sudden rubbing of something in his fur by the guards. The rubbing produced an enormous amount of white foam and bubbles in on his fur, something the wolf had never witnessed before. Understandably, the wolf had never used shampoo or soap before, its powerful smell made his nose cringe as it stung his nostrils. As fast as the foam appeared, as quickly it was rinsed off again, freeing him from the tad too powerful sensation.

When the jets were turned off once more, the wolf was once again dripping, furiously luring at his captors. To finalize the treatment, the guards then towelled him off unceremoniously paying no attention to the struggling of the enraged but also tired wolf. Soon, all that was left of his violent struggles was an annoyed glare on a poofy wolf.