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The hard poke on her cervix drawing a whelpish little whine from the rubbery fox “Do you think there is anything concrete Mistress? Any particular plans she has against you that we should address?” Hrafna asked. She knew there weren’t, but then it appeased Mistress, so why not indulge her?\n\n\t“No. I don’t have a clue. How could I? She’s not as smart as me, but she’s smart. Smarter than I want to think. She knows how to cover her tracks if she needs to. We need to keep an eye on her. For all we know she knows of my current project.”\n\n\t“Project integrity has not been compromised Mistress” Vikki said between hard grunts from the thrusts “Everything is in operation according to outlined parameters.”\n\n\t“Oh like you’d know.” She grumbled, before realizing the drone had a point. She slumped back a bit and sighed, the wolf racking her brain hard for some way to keep an eye on her sister, to keep tabs on her. Just a way to send a message.\n\n\t“I got it” she growled softly\n\n\t“Got what?” Hrafna asked, more than a bit worried.\n\n\t“Hrafna, my love. I think it’s time we have a date night.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tThe promenade was always busy, and why shouldn’t it be? The station was lousy with shopping centers. Everything from small four meter square stalls hawking cheap specialty goods and knockoffs to spires lined with the most extravagant of high end shops could be found scattered across Yggdrasil HQ. Each one all but assured to sell products from the various subsidiaries of the company, with a few inferior examples of competitor tech permitted in simply to show the rabble what their options were.\n\n\t\tIt was a primitive idea really. Control though false choice. Control though manipulation and stacking the deck. The process had its place, but that place was thankfully soon to fade.\n\n\tIlka held her pet close as the two of them wandered their way though the crowded people in this most auspicious of shopping centers. Admittedly one could make many arguments for why people shopped here. It was big, it was well stocked. Anything a heart could desire could be found with a moments search and a minutes walk. The whole thing was practically a temple to materialism.\n\n\tThat wasn’t what drew Ilkas eye. The blue eyed young wolf smiled as she walked freely out among the rabble. Her head tilted up as she gazed towards the ceiling with the same contented growl she always got on these little trips.\n\n\tThere it was. Sitting still and silent. Ulfbert.\n\n\tThirty eight meters tall, nearly three hundred and ninety six tons dry. The weapon looked like nothing born of this era, and indeed it wasn’t. A pair of powerful Digitigrade legs carried the pearlescent blue heirloom \n\n\t“Well now.” Ilka giggled as she tugged her pet along and into view properly. Her own gait, and thus Hrafnas beside her, slipping into a comfortable and casual half-skip “This is something I didn’t expect to see. My dear big sister comes all the way home and she doesn’t even take the time to say hello? I won’t lie. I’m a bit hurt.”\n\n\tIlka grinned as she watched her sister turn and shoot that typical venomous glance. Always judging, always superior. It wasn’t that Runa was without merit. No, that would make things very easy. But for some reason the bitch never seemed to understand she was the old model. Ilka would have to teach her in time.\n\n\t“Sister.” Runa muttered softly. “This is something of a surprise.”\n\n\t“I take it you were trying to avoid me then?” Ilka giggled happily. ”I can’t say I blame you. I mean we both know how busy you are with your little preparations. Down in the dirt. Chanting skalds and seeking enlightenment.” She pause to look her elder sister over. She’d heard the stories. So had Sean. It would certainly explain the new hairdo. “ You know sister, you’d have made a fine Gyoja, I think.” Ilka chuckled to herself and ran a finger though her hair as she pulled her cute little rat in close, eager to show just how happy she was with her pet “Who knows, maybe that’s why you really went.”\n\n\tIlka took a moment to really appraise the… thing her sister had brought on station. A tiger. A very plain, very boring tiger in a simple red evening down. A cute enough little china doll. Along with it Ilka could pick things up. Small whiffs of sweat, strain from the slave girls gait, ruffled, matted fur. Ilka had always wondered if her big sister got into fights before sex to get that fetish for their ancestors pumping.\n\n\tIt seemed the younger sister may have her answer.\n\n\t“I noticed you have a new pet.” Ilka murred. “Am I to assume she’s one of the little gems you plucked from your back water colony world?” Runa knew damn well what Ilka was doing. Both girls were keenly aware of it. But that didn’t stop the wave of rage an frustration from hitting Runa. Ilka watched carefully, and drank it up.\n\n\t“You may, I don’t know why you’d think otherwise.” Runa said flatly “Bi is the reason I am here. I was having the fundamentals of her skills appraised. Considering my plans for her I felt it was prudent to invest in proper gear.”\n\n\t“Prudent?” Ilka sighed “Come now sis. If you were being prudent I’m pretty sure you could have just requested some tweaks and upgrades to any number of offspring in mothers personal stock. I mean if you wanted a kitty I am positive she has plenty anyways, and they’d actually serve as a better base for modification, whatever it is you hope to get out of this… thing.”\n\n\tIn spite of hr protests there was a small part of Ilka that could imagine this… Bi… with some upgrades. Cutting edge limbs, both arms an legs. Nice sleek silvery appendages bristling with artificial muscle an secondary weaponry. All with a proper data jack that might be used as a gateway by Ilkas own little dollies.\n\n\tIt was doubtful, but a cute enough thought to store it away for later.\n\n\tHrafna was clearly getting tired of standing there playing the simple hanger-on slave. Runa may not know the little rat yet, but Hrafna knew Runa very well. Gods only knew the torture the poor rat must be going though not laying in to her favorite pre programmed verbal punching bag.\n\n\t“Well, it’s not my toy to play with.” Ilka sighed with a bit more genuine disappointment in her voice than she had expected.\n\n\t“No, she is not.” Runa nodded “Though it does seem you have finally decided to keep something around with a face. That really is unlike you.”\n\n\tHrafna smirked and shrugged casually. Ilka could feel it. Every moment she kept her mouth shut was pure agony. Ilka set herself up another mental note to reward her beloved with a bit of fun involving the little fox later. Still Hrafna played the part. She gave a nice soft lick to her painted black lips and cocked her hip to the side. “Well some faces just shouldn’t be covered, ya know?” She chuckled “Besides. Mistress went to a lot of work just for me. It’d be really silly if she just went ahead and covered me up like her other toys wouldn’t it?”\n\n\tIlka could almost see the wheels spinning in her big sisters head. Even when she couldn‘t get a shot in, Hrafna got a shot in, those pretty eyes fixed on Bi the whole time, subtle body movements telling Runa what her lips could not. Runa had to pick up on it. After all, she may be the dumber sister but she was still sharp enough to grasp those little jabs. \n\n\t“Well so long as you’re happy I suppose that’s what counts.” Runa sighed “I’m certainly not going to complain about you hooking up with someone to do something besides gimp them. Honestly I’m shocked that there were this many people on the station with that kind of fetish.”\n\n\t“Oh? How do you know I’m not just raiding the production lines?” Ilka murred. She glanced a sales floor. They’d have to go there next, create some cover. With the way her plan was ramping up it might be time to change her methodology some, cover her tracks. A painful process for now. But then if her sister was paying attention it would be good to have an excuse for how her little ‘recreations’ work.\n\n\t“I don’t. But as your big sis I’m going to be nice and assume you don’t need to dip the product just to get your own sexual gratification. Besides even you should be able to tell the difference in quality between a properly trained slave and one of our mass market products.” It was taking everything Ilka had to not simply blank the whole conversation from her head. Going off to that random barren rock had somehow made Runa even more insufferable and preachy. Even the dolls likely couldn’t suss out just how that was possible at this point. \n\n\tStill she played the good little sister. She smiled, and she nodded.\n\n\t“Well I suppose I shouldn’t keep the two of you.” Ilka finally giggled. Her eyes locked on to the sales floor and she made sure Runa had a chance to glance it “After all I promised my Hrafna a date night out, and that is what I shall deliver. You two just keep on with the dour stoicism. It fits you very well, Runa.”\n\n\tThe young wolf took her pet by the hand and the two simply walked off. The grin plastered on Ilkas face as she glanced around “We need to start covering our tracks.” Ilka muttered in a pale whisper “if anyone can ruin this, it’s that bitch back there.”\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tIt was almost fascinating seeing how the dregs lived. The first couple of shops Ilka had ducked into were really just about losing her scent in the crowd as it were. Getting big sisters attention to drop in case she was somehow tracking her wayward little sis to find the plot behind her apparent change of diversion.\n\n\tIt was only after about the fifth shop that the lithe and slightly unkempt wolf girl started to get into the whole mood of the thing. They passed by a few food carts selling fresh printed and fried foods along with a wide array of Aether products. It was the first time Ilka had ever tried a corn dog, and she felt she would have to try it some other time with real meat.\n\n\tThey got a good look at a clothing shop with teen girls milling around happily examining a wide array of dresses, skirts and blouses. They prattled on seemingly forever about how ‘lower deck chique’ was all the rage this year and trying hard to look something like the rioters and dissidents shown on news feeds.\n\n\tThere was something fascinating about such lowly little insects, barely worthy of the freedom they now held even by her mothers soft standards. Yet they worked so hard to get a fashion going similar to the rags worn by rabble who should have been put down and processed before now.\n\n\tThey passed furniture stores and imported goods shops. Some little spiritualist shop selling crystals and various other grab bag items meant to appeal to the shallow individual seeking a quick hit of materialized spirituality.\n\n\tAll the while the wolf would either let her girl hang off her arm or hang off of Hrafna a bit. Drinking in the closeness and affection the two shared with a happy grin on her face. It was all an act at first of course. Good PR should anyone recognize her and a way to make her outing seem genuine.\n\n\tYet as they walked along Ilka found herself working less to put up her act. If she didn’t know better the Machiavellian little wolf would have almost told herself this was a good time.\n\n\t“Ohh, Mistress. Look at that.” Hrafna said with a giggle as she pointed to a row of shops sitting by the back corner of one layer.\n\n\t“A slave shop?” Ilka blinked. “Oh come now we have a literal processing plant at home. Nothing but the exquisite screams of pure agony as we mint the rabble into the willess cogs they were all meant to be.” Ilka said with a bit of a flourish, before eeping and covering her hand with a paw. She blushed sheepishly. Few seemed to have noticed her antics.\n\n\tA quick little message from Dana and Vikki informed her that the logs of such a statement had been intercepted and utterly erased. “Thank the Gods” She whispered in relief, then winced at herself for letting browbeaten theological gobbledygook slip out again.\n\n\t“Are you ok Mistress?” Hrafna asked with a bit of that cute little snark in her voice.\n\n\t“Yes dear I’m fine. Just getting a bit silly I suppose” She said as she shook her head. “Though… perhaps that might not be a bad idea to take a look. No. Not a bad idea at all. I mean if we see how the co-, how other people live… we should see how they prefer their toys as well.”\n\n\tHrafna grunted a bit and rolled her eyes ‘Actually I was looking at the ‘plush patrol’ next door.” she muttered. The rat girl nodding to a small, open windowed shop where slightly overpriced lifetime warrantee plush toys and companions were made on the spot. The little store full of parents with their children, young couples.\n\n\tIlkas blush only grew a bit more. “Yeah… they aren’t too bad. Mother took me to one once. That’s where I got Lady Whippleswitch” she muttered.\n\n\t“Yeah I know, I was here” Hrafna noted. She the altered memory sticking out to both of them. Of a small, bratty little Hrafna hanging on to her Mistress’ tail as the wolf girl hung off of her own mothers thigh, watching the simple creation process in absolute awe.\n\n\t“Well it is a cute notion.” Ilka said with a nod “But honestly I like my idea better anyways. Besides I don’t think Whippleswitch would appreciate competition. Besides now I’m curious.” Ilka gripped her girl firmly by the hand and started off towards the slave market with her tail starting to waggle. \n\n\tThe two slipped into the shop quickly. It was a simple enough setup. A reception desk sitting at one end with a sharp looking woman in a vest and skirt, a few small kiosks of printed toys and accessories for a newly purchased slave hanging in simple plastic blisters on full display. The back wall was covered with a set of large, thick metal boxes and a holo projector running the current Yggdrasil slave exchange marketing vid on a silent loop. \n\n\tThe wall opposite from the receptionist from the receptionist, on the other hand, was where the action really was.\n\n\tTwo dozen holo projection feeds. Each one showing a small cell, each cell having the product neatly inside. Ilka looked the feed over a moment. She smiled. She had an idea. \n\n\t“Hello and welcome to Yggdrasil Slave emporium, HQ branch six. How may I help you both today?” The well dressed and well mannered Vole girl walked around the counter and gave a quick salute.\n\n\tIlka nodded and returned the gesture with a small giggle. “Oh yes hello there. I hate to bother you but I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.” The wolf murred “You see my pet and I are in the market for something, and we just don’t know enough about this whole selling process thing to really suss it out.”\n\n\tHrafna blinked and shot her Mistress a look. She didn’t say anything naturally. Even a fool would be able to tell her Mistress was up to something. She just couldn’t figure out for the life of her what it might be.\n\n\t“Certainly. Even for lifelong station residents our processes can be a bit complicated. That’s why we always seek to have someone on staff who can help answer questions. That’s why I am here after all.”\n\n\t“Really?” Ilka giggled “I mean no offense. You seem to like your job. But couldn’t a custom conversion Rati and a few worker drones do the jobs needed in this store?”\n\n\tThe smile never left the face of the sales girl. She nodded a bit and smirked nice and wide. “Oh we absolutely could, ma’am. That’s not too far off from what lesser companies do, actually. But then we aren’t a lesser company are we? Nobody can get the labor and services you need into your hands the way we can, and no matter how sharp a Rati is, she can’t beat the personal touch. Besides I think a Rati would be a bit too grating for someone just looking for a bit of fur and flesh, don’t you?”\n\n\t“Oh gods yes!” Hrafna growled loudly.\n\n\t“Don’t mind her.” Ilka murred “She’s never been a Rati fan. Or most versions of Kenna either for that matter.”\n\n\tThe chipper saleswoman nodded and walked around the pair over to the wall where the different rooms were on full display. “I have to confess I have a bit of a soft spot for Rati myself. But I can totally get those who don’t. It’s not everyones brand of humor.” \n\n\t“No.” Hrafna muttered “No it is not.”\n\n\t“Anyways, What we have here on site is just a small selection of what we typically carry If the two of you don’t mind I’d be happy to go over my typical presentation. I know that nobody likes a sales pitch but assuming you don’t know for sure what you want it may be a good way to narrow your options.”\n\n\t“Please do.” Ilka nodded to the sales woman as she hugged her own pet harder\n\n\t“Well first of all we have this. Our typical line-made slave.” The other screens shrank as an image of a tough looking pony girl filled much of the wall. She was In her late teens. Looking bored, restless, perhaps a bit tired. She sat in the small two meter square cell doing basic anaerobic wall exercises and fidgeting rather constantly. She was nude, save for a set of scan code tattoos on her hip and above her pelvis. Hair in a short ponytail and much like her chestnut flanks glistening with sweat. \n\n\t“A line slave has either been taken en mass from one of our many claimed worlds or is picked from ‘slag’ in breeding programs that can’t be used for breeding or other specialty products. Simple machines use chemical and hormone injections along with laser and nanite surgeries to sculpt a body conforming to a typical baseline preference. As you can see they are very common and have a plain enough beauty that they appeal to mass market tastes.” The vole smiled a bit wider as she looked at the two “I doubt you’d want one. You don’t look like the type, since generally they are either used for customers with very standard tastes or those just seeking manual labor.”\n\n\t“And what makes you think I won’t like a girl such as that, exactly?” Ilka said, half growling.\n\n\tThe sales woman shrugged and giggled “I pride myself on reading people a bit, I I’m honest. Based on how you dress your pet and how you’ve treated her since she walked in I’m pretty sure you don’t just want something off the rack. Besides if you wanted labor Odds are good you’d just hit up our net site and buy in bulk. If you wanted something specialized like a maid it’s worth it to just get a different product made for it.”\n\n\tIlka nodded at that and smiled. So far, she had to admit she as a bit impressed. The wolf looked up at the pony girl as she shifted to doing pushups and sighed. If ever there was anything worthy of being fodder for her pods, this was it. A plain, textbook, magazine cover model ‘typical’ toy. It almost infuriated her to see it being sold.\n\n\tBut then that was the point, wasn’t it? That the rabble had no taste. That this was probably considered a high luxury for some of them. This simple bundle of unrefined natural muscle and hormone-enhanced sexuality really was the best many of them may ever do.\n\n\t“Yes, I think we are looking for something a bit more useful.” Ilka nodded “What about this next cell over. This looks interesting.” She said as the sales woman waved her hand and brought that feed to the fore. A young lion boy, his hair buzzed to stay at fur length, resting on an elaborate full body metal frame. It held his ankles and wrists painfully behind him, pushed his back firmly into place with a padded bar, and a simple pistoning sleeve held tight to his erect, pierced shaft.\n\n\tHe struggled and squirmed as he fought against his bonds. He wore a visor and a ball gag with three holes in it. Ilka knew what they were for already. Food, water, air. Childs play really, though the boy didn’t seem to be having much fun.\n\n\t“More discerning customers prefer to have these. Ready-slaves are kept at a point of constant near-orgasm and constantly subjected to specially formulated audio and visual stimuli designed to keep their minds pliable. That along with electroshock to keep muscles toned and injections to keep them on edge ensure that they can be programmed to order. Whatever you want. From a horny living dildo to a prancing mincing sissy maid, at least in his case.”\n\n\t“Impressive.” Ilka nodded as she looked over the primitive machine. So slow and inefficient. “So I take it then you need minimal contact with these kinds of slaves before you are ready to ship them out?”\n\n\t“Technically we can keep them totally devoid of contact with people until they arrive at the owners house. The feed for the brainwashing gear is remote and we use drones to load them up. Absolutely nothing taints the programming process.”\n\n\t“True.” Ilka nodded “But then that does raise a question. I imagine this tech would work just as well on the pony there, or any of them really. Why not use it on all of them?”\n\n\tThe clerk shook her head. That fake smile dropping just a tiny bit “Because they aren’t all worth it, if I’m honest” she shrugged “Because outside of true custom orders it’s rather uncommon for us to tamper with any sort of genetic material. Someone like this has the physical and mental attributes needed to sell for a high price. Some lesser companies or private sellers may use things like this on just anyone though. That’s why our core process is so important. It ensures you aren’t getting inferior stock with an expensive process that wont’ help that much. It costs a couple grand more at least. But it’s so worth it.”\n\n\tHrafna was already getting antsy, and really it was hard to blame her. Sitting there getting pitched to by someone who was basically her subordinate felt more than a bit… wrong to Ilka. But as with so many things in her life it was a particularly fascinating kind of wrong.\n\n\tIlka looked at the boy. She could see fairly clear differences between him and the pony girl. His fur, his posture, at least what posture there was in the primitive trainer. It almost made the wolf wonder how much more expensive a cheap data jack would be if it would keep their minds blanked without the rig. Though admittedly it was a very cute little rig.\n\n\tHer eyes wandered the others slowly until it neared the end. Ears perking a bit.\n\n\t“That one, down there. The little one. What’s her story?”\n\n\tThe screen shifted again to show a shrew girl. Shivering, cold, tears streaming down her face. She wore a rather typical bondage harness that wrapped over her non-existent breasts and hugged her chest tight, crawling along her arms and legs. She looked scruffy and unkempt. A mop of red hair handing over her face. The little thing wasn’t even ten yet. Young, sweet, her grey furred body heaving and convulsing.\n\n\t“Ahh. This is one of our free range options. We don’t get them in our showcases here often. Short of a custom slave from the ground up this is probably the best value for your money. Actual fresh-caught and screened to ensure they meet our standards for high end sale. They have enough of a pervious life to ruin them utterly, and are pure enough to tailor them into your every whim.”\n\n\t“I see…” Ilka nodded. She knew what a fresh slave was. Hell, she’d probably seen more in a week than this sales girl had ever seen in her life. Yet at the same time there was something different with this girl compared to the rabble in her holding pen. The small thing wailed and blubbered uncontrollably as she curled on her little cot in the corner. The sound came on as the cell cam came up and she could hear the constant stream of verbal abuse flooding that tiny cell and that weak little mind.\n\n\t“Cunt”\n\n\t“Fuck-hole”\n\n\t“Sex toy”\n\n\t“’No’ isn’t an option”\n\n\t“You cannot escape”\n\n\t“Punching bag\n\n\t“Pretty girls are owned”\n\n\tThe wolf licked her lips a bit as she observed. Watched closely, carefully, She pulled Hrafna close and ran a hand along her side letting the rat snuggle in to her, feeling the familiar tail wrap around her ankle.\n\n\t“I want to see that one.” she nodded “Bring it out, would you?”\n\n\tThe sales woman blinked and stood upright a bit. She looked at the girl and then to her potential customer with a huge, beaming grin. Ilka could almost see her budgeting out the bonus credits for this purchase in her head.\n\n\tA simple hand wave and the door slid open for the girls cell. The basic insults and abuse shifted to loud blaring screams from sirens that quickly pushed the already trembling girl off the cot and on her knees. She ran out of the door towards a waiting leader drone, A simple spindly robot that attached her collar to a leash even as the door slammed shut.\n\n\tIt took longer than it probably should between the time the girl left her cell and when she showed up at the small door in the back of the shop. One look told Ilka why. \n\n\tThe cub who had been dragged along sobbing and screaming less than a minute ago stood in perfect posture as the door opened. Back arched with flat chest out and arms behind her back. Feet firmly together, knees locked and chin up. She had tear stains in her fur, a few still in her eyes, and there was the smell of singed fur, most likely from a shock prod.\n\n\tThat alone made Ilka grin.\n\n\tThe cute little thing had the biggest, fakest smile on her face as she walked out into the floor with well rehearsed precision. Somewhat sloppy, probably intentional with such a young thing to help make the sale.\n\n\t“H-hello MistressmynameisTori and I’m seven years old. I know my names not pretty. B-but you can rename me anything you want. I can be the p-perfect little rape toy for anyone. I’d be great in a harem. O-or if you just want a sex toy to use up and… and dispose of.”\n\n\tHer voice quivered a bit as she faltered for just a moment. The cute little thing biting back a sob and clutching her hands behind her back as she struggled to keep her posture and avoid punishment.\n\n\t“L-look, look at my body. It’s all weak and ima-imat-immature” she struggled with the word “Just a puffy little u-underdeveloped pussy, a-and my tight little rape hole ass, and a stupid little mouth for screaming and sucking.” The cubs grin grew wider at that as she tilted her head and shivered. Trying to look sweet, innocent, eager. Her soft little green eyes screaming for help, for mercy, for anything to wake her from this nightmare.\n\n\t“Allright girl, go ahead and show the nice lady just what you exist for.” The sales woman said eagerly as the poor girl beside her stiffened. The smile faded a moment. Replaced with a look of absolute terror and fear. Every shred of the little cubs being begging not to do this. Yet a moment later she was standing up straight once more and smiling again, that cutely fake smile that somehow showed her horror an terror so we…\n\n\tTori took a deep breath and let it out, spreading her folds slowly “I’m not a virgin anymore, ma’am. I know what that is cause the guards r-raped me lots. They said I deserve it. I always deserve it, Miss. I-it‘s alwaysmyfault.” she pouted softly, a very fake, very stagey pout hiding her real fear just barely “B-but the doctor worker guy on the ship made it all better. H-he made it so I’ll hurt and cry every time you rape me. I’ll always be as tight as the first time. That doesn’t make me special or nutthin but it’s truuohhh no please. Please let me go. Please stop. I don’t wanna feel nuthin in there again. Ahh!”\n\n\tThe little shrew screamed as the store owner started to hit her, smack her, swatting the girls head and face hard. There was no escape or relent. Each blow far too loud to be staged, and when it was done the girl simply stood back up straight and returned to that fake little smile. Nothing but shallow threat of reprisal keeping her acting in the way that would hopefully get her sold.\n\n\tIlka looked at Tori, then the sales girl, then Tori again. Glancing slowly as she seemed to weigh her options carefully. Stroking her chin and looking at the sobbing, smiling cub oh so closely. “You know, I think I do have a use for something like this. What’s say we box her up.” Ilka murred\n\n\t“You’ll take her?” the clerk asked as her eyes filled with joy.\n\n\tShe barely waited for Ilka to nod. In an instant she had taken one of the large, heavy metal boxes resting against the wall and slid it out to the middle of the floor. It opened with a hiss. A special gel adapt insert taking up much of the visible space along with a pair of dildos. The lid had another phallus with tubes coming from it, along with a visor and headphones. A few pockets also seemed to lay in the recesses around the thing,\n\n\tIt all reminded Ilka of the little battle figures and her newest corporate purchase. Somehow that seemed fitting.\n\n\t“What do you say to your new owner, slut?” The clerk asked with a professional cheeriness.\n\n\t‘T-thank you, ma’am.” the girl muttered softly “This worthless little toy hopes you get years of use out of her.”\n\n\tIlka and Hrafna watched as the girl was moved, almost dragged, over to the box. She looked at it fearfully, clearly knowing what it was for. The little shrew tried to dash off only to scream as her hair was grabbed and she was dragged back to the case. The clerk dragged her up and shoved her into the foam back first, pushing down firmly as the sobbing girl shivered and struggled until finally the clerk was forced to pull a small stun unit off of her belt and shock the girl, at which point Tori was reduced to small quiet sobs and shivery groans.\n\n\tThe clerk smirked and tilted her head slightly “if I may, I’d be happy to select a small grab bag of toys for when you get it delivered.” The Vole murred happily. Hrafna was about to open her mouth, but Ilka swatted her rump “Mmm that will be fine.” she said, watching as dildos and anal beads and a generic hood were all snatched up by the girl trying like hell to make a good impression. She came back and started to stick the items in just like accessories. Making sure each one was on full display and neatly in place when the box was open. The gel shifting and taking the items in, forming it’s little doll mold for the sobbing cub and her new toys.\n\n\t“Actually, hold on, just one second.” Ilka said as she looked the girl over a moment and then dashed out of the store. The clerk had long finished and grinned at Hrafna, at first. By the time Ilka came back the grin had turned into a glower then a sneer. Clearly suspecting she had been set up. \n\n\tFinally Ilka returned, A pretty black squirrel plush with accents of pastel green in her hand. It was wearing a school teachers uniform complete with a pointer and glasses. Ilka then walked up to the display, picked one of the bigger strapons, took it out and hooked it to the plush toy by the hips. She walked over and looked down at the sobbing shrew girl, holding up the toy. “Her name is Miss Hollyswitch. She’s your friend.” Ilka said with a rare softness to her voice. She pushed the toy into the crook of the girls left arm and smiled.\n\n\tThe clerk blinked a bit at the odd display and sighed. She was careful to slowly push the two shafts into the girls largely unlubed holes. Winces and screams leaving Toris lips as she hugged her new friend tight, squeezing the plush for any shred of comfort she could get.\n\n\tBefore long the visor and ear phones were slid on as well, along with the gag. The Shrew girl shivering as she felt the top of the case slowly lowered down over her. Screams muffled, mind once again assailed, shivering as she was rendered helpless and immobile in her little metal and gel prison.\n\n\tThe box sealed with a hiss and locked firmly into place. A red light on the front blinking slowly and steadily until it turned green, at which point the Vole sighed in relief. “I’ll be honest with you ma’am. I’ve never made a sale of something this high end before, at least not a direct one. Now if we can simply get your credit transfer I can put the shipping code in and you’ll be all set.”\n\n\t“Oh I already took care of that.” Ilka giggled “I sent your main office the payment, and a commendation for you while I was getting the toy. That line was quite long.”\n\n\tThe vole blinked a bit. She wasn’t quite sure if that kind of thing would work, though a quick thought did show that the amount for the lot had been paid. She shrugged off further worry and instead put on her biggest, best smile. Nodding confidently “Well ma’am if that is all then I think we are more or less done here.”\n\n\t“Yeah, we are. Finally.” Hrafna said as she walked up to the box and waved her hand. A shipping address, a specific receiving bay and deposit number to be specific, logging itself in. She looked up at the sales woman and shrugged. “I used to work at a loading dock” she lied casually\n\n\t“I see. Well whatever. I hope you enjoy your purchase, and if you do end up wearing her out I hope you will consider us next time” She said “Thank you for choosing Yggdrasil. Life grows from Yggdrasil!”\n\n\tIlka nodded and smirked as she turned to go. The package would be delivered soon, and she’d wait to fill in the blanks should the recipient be confused. \n\n\tHrafna kept close and quiet until out of earshot, tilting her head in confusion and giving her Mistress a soft shove as they rounded the corner “What in Hels name was that all about” She squeaked.\n\n\t“What was what? That?” Ilka giggled ‘I saw something cute and thought it would fit the bill for something I had planned for a while now. Besides I wanted to see how the peasants buy their slaves. It’s really kind of interesting. Silly, inefficient, redundant. But interesting.” She giggled softly.\n\n\tThe rat sighed and shook her head “Fine, whatever. Can we just go home then? I kinda don’t want to deal with the crowds anymore.” She muttered pushing in close to Ilka.\n\n\t“You’re upset I got the shrew girl a doll and not you, aren’t you?”\n\n\t“N-no. Besides I got a doll I got two of them. I don’t need any charity just because you have a stuffie and I don’t.”\n\n\tIlka rolled her eyes and slammed something into Hrafnas chest with a growl. It was a bunny, wrapped up mostly in leather save for a gimp mask hood hanging behind her, one ear that was sleeved in leather and one not, with plenty of zippers all over her.\n\n\tThe squee that sounded though the courtyard caused more than a few people to stop and take notice, and the duo almost knocked a young mother and her children over as Hrafna tackled Ilka. “Ohhhhhh thank you thank you thank you! I’ll love her always and forever and snuggle her and keep her all safe and put her with Lady Whippleswitch so she has a lil friend too” The rat assaulted her owner with a flurry of smooches, squealing and giggling happily.\n\n\tIn spite of the shame the wolfess felt being this exposed and this fawned over. Ilka had to admit, she rather enjoyed it.\n\n\t“Oh, and Hrafna dear?” She giggled\n\n\t“Yes Mistress?” Hrafna murred\n\n\t“Find out who that lovely little Vole was. Make a gift of her to Mother, along with your materials mother if you please. Perhaps she can find some way to make use of them both”\n\n------------------------------\n\n\t“No!” Ilka growled. “Why that bratty little. I should have known this was her game.”\n\n\t“Mistress, what’s wrong?” Hrafna blinked as she sat up from the fainting couch. She held the purple skunk doll firmly on her thick, musky shaft. Feeling her choke and gag as pre dribbled down that throat. Even still the rat girl barely gave the toy a passing glance.\n\n\t“I just had the girls go though their normal investigation of communiqués. It seems my dear sister is leaving the day before mother makes an announcement to the board.”\n\n\t“So?” Hrafna blinked\n\n\t“So, that’s why she went to that damn backwoods planet. Don’t you see?” Ilka snarled “It’s all a plot. A plot against me. Mother is going to announce her heir soon, or should I say announce her officially. That’s why Runa keeps off station. She’s setting things up to keep herself safe between now and mothers retirement. Secretly building some kind of fortress down there. Something impregnable to ensure I don’t cut in line.”\n\n\t“I don’t think I quite understand. I thought we were just hoping to circumvent her anyways. What does it matter if your sister is planning to thwart assassins?” Hrafna grunted as she gripped that smooth domed head and pushed in a bit harder. Her firm twisting hip rolls moved the impossibly large shaft in and out, letting it scrape along that throat painfully as Dana struggled to keep that warped aw open. Her throat felt like it molded to the shaft.\n\n\tIlka looked at the display a moment, sighed, an just slumped “It matters because it’s an insult.” She growled knocking over a coffee table next to her chair, sending glass and silverware shattering on the floor. “It’s one thing to sit graciously and wait to claim some silly birthright. It’s low and lazy but expected of the little tradition-soaked honor whore. This though? It’s practically spitting in my face. She know I have designs on her, on our legacy. She knows the game as well as I do. Her little ‘ranch’ is nothing more but a thinly veiled accusation.”\n\n\t“On the one hand Mistress, I rather doubt that.” Hrafna muttered “But on the other, I don’t mind if you want to take action against her for it.”\n\n\tI can’t. She’s already left. If anything happens to her while off station or on mothers ship the blame falls to me” she growled “We will just have to stay the course for now. Though I promise you Runa will pay for this insult like any other.”\n\n\tHrafna shrugged and groaned as she bucked her hips up a bit, smirking softly. “Just so long as my Mistress is happy, and her deeper plans can go off.”\n\n\t“Oh that is almost assured.” Ilka muttered as she slumped back in her seat and shook her head “But this… I am tired of my sister slighting me so. One day I really shall teach her a lesson she will not forget.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Design: Miss

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\t“Well will you look at that.” Ilka muttered as she looked up from her news feed.

\t“What?” Hrafna asked lazily. The rat girl moaned a bit and shivered as she pinned Vikki to the fainting couch. She looked down at that simple blue eyed dome and growled softly. Hearing the telltale squeal as her shaft slowly, firmly ripped once more into the perma-virgin cunt of her ‘little sis’.

\t“It seems that my dear big sister has decided to pay those of us soft, weak city folk’ here in the satellite a visit. I’ll confess I didn’t think she’d have the nerve.” Ilka spat to the side and shook her head in disgust. “Most likely spying on me. Probably here to lecture me, to add her voice to Seans and win mothers favor. Spoiled rotten whelp. Thinks she can sneak around and do whatever she wants”

\tHrafna growled and pulled the slender drone down harder filling her cunt to the brim. The hard poke on her cervix drawing a whelpish little whine from the rubbery fox “Do you think there is anything concrete Mistress? Any particular plans she has against you that we should address?” Hrafna asked. She knew there weren’t, but then it appeased Mistress, so why not indulge her?

\t“No. I don’t have a clue. How could I? She’s not as smart as me, but she’s smart. Smarter than I want to think. She knows how to cover her tracks if she needs to. We need to keep an eye on her. For all we know she knows of my current project.”

\t“Project integrity has not been compromised Mistress” Vikki said between hard grunts from the thrusts “Everything is in operation according to outlined parameters.”

\t“Oh like you’d know.” She grumbled, before realizing the drone had a point. She slumped back a bit and sighed, the wolf racking her brain hard for some way to keep an eye on her sister, to keep tabs on her. Just a way to send a message.

\t“I got it” she growled softly

\t“Got what?” Hrafna asked, more than a bit worried.

\t“Hrafna, my love. I think it’s time we have a date night.

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\tThe promenade was always busy, and why shouldn’t it be? The station was lousy with shopping centers. Everything from small four meter square stalls hawking cheap specialty goods and knockoffs to spires lined with the most extravagant of high end shops could be found scattered across Yggdrasil HQ. Each one all but assured to sell products from the various subsidiaries of the company, with a few inferior examples of competitor tech permitted in simply to show the rabble what their options were.

\t\tIt was a primitive idea really. Control though false choice. Control though manipulation and stacking the deck. The process had its place, but that place was thankfully soon to fade.

\tIlka held her pet close as the two of them wandered their way though the crowded people in this most auspicious of shopping centers. Admittedly one could make many arguments for why people shopped here. It was big, it was well stocked. Anything a heart could desire could be found with a moments search and a minutes walk. The whole thing was practically a temple to materialism.

\tThat wasn’t what drew Ilkas eye. The blue eyed young wolf smiled as she walked freely out among the rabble. Her head tilted up as she gazed towards the ceiling with the same contented growl she always got on these little trips.

\tThere it was. Sitting still and silent. Ulfbert.

\tThirty eight meters tall, nearly three hundred and ninety six tons dry. The weapon looked like nothing born of this era, and indeed it wasn’t. A pair of powerful Digitigrade legs carried the pearlescent blue heirloom

\t“Well now.” Ilka giggled as she tugged her pet along and into view properly. Her own gait, and thus Hrafnas beside her, slipping into a comfortable and casual half-skip “This is something I didn’t expect to see. My dear big sister comes all the way home and she doesn’t even take the time to say hello? I won’t lie. I’m a bit hurt.”

\tIlka grinned as she watched her sister turn and shoot that typical venomous glance. Always judging, always superior. It wasn’t that Runa was without merit. No, that would make things very easy. But for some reason the bitch never seemed to understand she was the old model. Ilka would have to teach her in time.

\t“Sister.” Runa muttered softly. “This is something of a surprise.”

\t“I take it you were trying to avoid me then?” Ilka giggled happily. ”I can’t say I blame you. I mean we both know how busy you are with your little preparations. Down in the dirt. Chanting skalds and seeking enlightenment.” She pause to look her elder sister over. She’d heard the stories. So had Sean. It would certainly explain the new hairdo. “ You know sister, you’d have made a fine Gyoja, I think.” Ilka chuckled to herself and ran a finger though her hair as she pulled her cute little rat in close, eager to show just how happy she was with her pet “Who knows, maybe that’s why you really went.”

\tIlka took a moment to really appraise the… thing her sister had brought on station. A tiger. A very plain, very boring tiger in a simple red evening down. A cute enough little china doll. Along with it Ilka could pick things up. Small whiffs of sweat, strain from the slave girls gait, ruffled, matted fur. Ilka had always wondered if her big sister got into fights before sex to get that fetish for their ancestors pumping.

\tIt seemed the younger sister may have her answer.

\t“I noticed you have a new pet.” Ilka murred. “Am I to assume she’s one of the little gems you plucked from your back water colony world?” Runa knew damn well what Ilka was doing. Both girls were keenly aware of it. But that didn’t stop the wave of rage an frustration from hitting Runa. Ilka watched carefully, and drank it up.

\t“You may, I don’t know why you’d think otherwise.” Runa said flatly “Bi is the reason I am here. I was having the fundamentals of her skills appraised. Considering my plans for her I felt it was prudent to invest in proper gear.”

\t“Prudent?” Ilka sighed “Come now sis. If you were being prudent I’m pretty sure you could have just requested some tweaks and upgrades to any number of offspring in mothers personal stock. I mean if you wanted a kitty I am positive she has plenty anyways, and they’d actually serve as a better base for modification, whatever it is you hope to get out of this… thing.”

\tIn spite of hr protests there was a small part of Ilka that could imagine this… Bi… with some upgrades. Cutting edge limbs, both arms an legs. Nice sleek silvery appendages bristling with artificial muscle an secondary weaponry. All with a proper data jack that might be used as a gateway by Ilkas own little dollies.

\tIt was doubtful, but a cute enough thought to store it away for later.

\tHrafna was clearly getting tired of standing there playing the simple hanger-on slave. Runa may not know the little rat yet, but Hrafna knew Runa very well. Gods only knew the torture the poor rat must be going though not laying in to her favorite pre programmed verbal punching bag.

\t“Well, it’s not my toy to play with.” Ilka sighed with a bit more genuine disappointment in her voice than she had expected.

\t“No, she is not.” Runa nodded “Though it does seem you have finally decided to keep something around with a face. That really is unlike you.”

\tHrafna smirked and shrugged casually. Ilka could feel it. Every moment she kept her mouth shut was pure agony. Ilka set herself up another mental note to reward her beloved with a bit of fun involving the little fox later. Still Hrafna played the part. She gave a nice soft lick to her painted black lips and cocked her hip to the side. “Well some faces just shouldn’t be covered, ya know?” She chuckled “Besides. Mistress went to a lot of work just for me. It’d be really silly if she just went ahead and covered me up like her other toys wouldn’t it?”

\tIlka could almost see the wheels spinning in her big sisters head. Even when she couldn‘t get a shot in, Hrafna got a shot in, those pretty eyes fixed on Bi the whole time, subtle body movements telling Runa what her lips could not. Runa had to pick up on it. After all, she may be the dumber sister but she was still sharp enough to grasp those little jabs.

\t“Well so long as you’re happy I suppose that’s what counts.” Runa sighed “I’m certainly not going to complain about you hooking up with someone to do something besides gimp them. Honestly I’m shocked that there were this many people on the station with that kind of fetish.”

\t“Oh? How do you know I’m not just raiding the production lines?” Ilka murred. She glanced a sales floor. They’d have to go there next, create some cover. With the way her plan was ramping up it might be time to change her methodology some, cover her tracks. A painful process for now. But then if her sister was paying attention it would be good to have an excuse for how her little ‘recreations’ work.

\t“I don’t. But as your big sis I’m going to be nice and assume you don’t need to dip the product just to get your own sexual gratification. Besides even you should be able to tell the difference in quality between a properly trained slave and one of our mass market products.” It was taking everything Ilka had to not simply blank the whole conversation from her head. Going off to that random barren rock had somehow made Runa even more insufferable and preachy. Even the dolls likely couldn’t suss out just how that was possible at this point.

\tStill she played the good little sister. She smiled, and she nodded.

\t“Well I suppose I shouldn’t keep the two of you.” Ilka finally giggled. Her eyes locked on to the sales floor and she made sure Runa had a chance to glance it “After all I promised my Hrafna a date night out, and that is what I shall deliver. You two just keep on with the dour stoicism. It fits you very well, Runa.”

\tThe young wolf took her pet by the hand and the two simply walked off. The grin plastered on Ilkas face as she glanced around “We need to start covering our tracks.” Ilka muttered in a pale whisper “if anyone can ruin this, it’s that bitch back there.”

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\tIt was almost fascinating seeing how the dregs lived. The first couple of shops Ilka had ducked into were really just about losing her scent in the crowd as it were. Getting big sisters attention to drop in case she was somehow tracking her wayward little sis to find the plot behind her apparent change of diversion.

\tIt was only after about the fifth shop that the lithe and slightly unkempt wolf girl started to get into the whole mood of the thing. They passed by a few food carts selling fresh printed and fried foods along with a wide array of Aether products. It was the first time Ilka had ever tried a corn dog, and she felt she would have to try it some other time with real meat.

\tThey got a good look at a clothing shop with teen girls milling around happily examining a wide array of dresses, skirts and blouses. They prattled on seemingly forever about how ‘lower deck  chique’ was all the rage this year and trying hard to look something like the rioters and dissidents shown on news feeds.

\tThere was something fascinating about such lowly little insects, barely worthy of the freedom they now held even by her mothers soft standards. Yet they worked so hard to get a fashion going similar to the rags worn by rabble who should have been put down and processed before now.

\tThey passed furniture stores and imported goods shops. Some little spiritualist shop selling crystals and various other grab bag items meant to appeal to the shallow individual seeking a quick hit of materialized spirituality.

\tAll the while the wolf would either let her girl hang off her arm or hang off of Hrafna a bit. Drinking in the closeness and affection the two shared with a happy grin on her face. It was all an act at first of course. Good PR should anyone recognize her and a way to make her outing seem genuine.

\tYet as they walked along Ilka found herself working less to put up her act. If she didn’t know better the Machiavellian little wolf would have almost told herself this was a good time.

\t“Ohh, Mistress. Look at that.” Hrafna said with a giggle as she pointed to a row of shops sitting by the back corner of one layer.

\t“A slave shop?” Ilka blinked. “Oh come now we have a literal processing plant at home. Nothing but the exquisite screams of pure agony as we mint the rabble into the willess cogs they were all meant to be.” Ilka said with a bit of a flourish, before eeping and covering her hand with a paw. She blushed sheepishly. Few seemed to have noticed her antics.

\tA quick little message from Dana and Vikki informed her that the logs of such a statement had been intercepted and utterly erased. “Thank the Gods” She whispered in relief, then winced at herself for letting browbeaten theological gobbledygook slip out again.

\t“Are you ok Mistress?” Hrafna asked with a bit of that cute little snark in her voice.

\t“Yes dear I’m fine. Just getting a bit silly I suppose” She said as she shook her head. “Though… perhaps that might not be a bad idea to take a look. No. Not a bad idea at all. I mean if we see how the co-, how other people live… we should see how they prefer their toys as well.”

\tHrafna grunted a bit and rolled her eyes ‘Actually I was looking at the ‘plush patrol’ next door.” she muttered. The rat girl nodding to a small, open windowed shop where slightly overpriced lifetime warrantee plush toys and companions were made on the spot. The little store full of parents with their children, young couples.

\tIlkas blush only grew a bit more. “Yeah… they aren’t too bad. Mother took me to one once. That’s where I got Lady Whippleswitch” she muttered.

\t“Yeah I know, I was here” Hrafna noted. She the altered memory sticking out to both of them. Of a small, bratty little Hrafna hanging on to her Mistress’ tail as the wolf girl hung off of her own mothers thigh, watching the simple creation process in absolute awe.

\t“Well it is a cute notion.” Ilka said with a nod “But honestly I like my idea better anyways. Besides I don’t think Whippleswitch would appreciate competition. Besides now I’m curious.” Ilka gripped her girl firmly by the hand and started off towards the slave market with her tail starting to waggle.

\tThe two slipped into the shop quickly. It was a simple enough setup. A reception desk sitting at one end with a sharp looking woman in a vest and skirt, a few small kiosks of printed toys and accessories for a newly purchased slave hanging in simple plastic blisters on full display. The back wall was covered with a set of large, thick metal boxes and a holo projector running the current Yggdrasil slave exchange marketing vid on a silent loop.

\tThe wall opposite from the receptionist from the receptionist, on the other hand, was where the action really was.

\tTwo dozen holo projection feeds. Each one showing a small cell, each cell having the product neatly inside. Ilka looked the feed over a moment. She smiled. She had an idea.

\t“Hello and welcome to Yggdrasil Slave emporium, HQ branch six. How may I help you both today?” The well dressed and well mannered Vole girl walked around the counter and gave a quick salute.

\tIlka nodded and returned the gesture with a small giggle. “Oh yes hello there. I hate to bother you but I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.” The wolf murred “You see my pet and I are in the market for something, and we just don’t know enough about this whole selling process thing to really suss it out.”

\tHrafna blinked and shot her Mistress a look. She didn’t say anything naturally. Even a fool would be able to tell her Mistress was up to something. She just couldn’t figure out for the life of her what it might be.

\t“Certainly. Even for lifelong station residents our processes can be a bit complicated. That’s why we always seek to have someone on staff who can help answer questions. That’s why I am here after all.”

\t“Really?” Ilka giggled “I mean no offense. You seem to like your job. But couldn’t a custom conversion Rati and a few worker drones do the jobs needed in this store?”

\tThe smile never left the face of the sales girl. She nodded a bit and smirked nice and wide. “Oh we absolutely could, ma’am. That’s not too far off from what lesser companies do, actually. But then we aren’t a lesser company are we? Nobody can get the labor and services you need into your hands the way we can, and no matter how sharp a Rati is, she can’t beat the personal touch. Besides I think a Rati would be a bit too grating for someone just looking for a bit of fur and flesh, don’t you?”

\t“Oh gods yes!” Hrafna growled loudly.

\t“Don’t mind her.” Ilka murred “She’s never been a Rati fan. Or most versions of Kenna either for that matter.”

\tThe chipper saleswoman nodded and walked around the pair over to the wall where the different rooms were on full display. “I have to confess I have a bit of a soft spot for Rati myself. But I can totally get those who don’t. It’s not everyones brand of humor.”

\t“No.” Hrafna muttered “No it is not.”

\t“Anyways, What we have here on site is just a small selection of what we typically carry If the two of you don’t mind I’d be happy to go over my typical presentation. I know that nobody likes a sales pitch but assuming you don’t know for sure what you want it may be a good way to narrow your options.”

\t“Please do.” Ilka nodded to the sales woman as she hugged her own pet harder

\t“Well first of all we have this. Our typical line-made slave.” The other screens shrank as an image of a tough looking pony girl filled much of the wall. She was In her late teens. Looking bored, restless, perhaps a bit tired. She sat in the small two meter square cell doing basic anaerobic wall exercises and fidgeting rather constantly. She was nude, save for a set of scan code tattoos on her hip and above her pelvis. Hair in a short ponytail and much like her chestnut flanks glistening with sweat.

\t“A line slave has either been taken en mass from one of our many claimed worlds or is picked from ‘slag’ in breeding programs that can’t be used for breeding or other specialty products. Simple machines use chemical and hormone injections along with laser and nanite surgeries to sculpt a body conforming to a typical baseline preference. As you can see they are very common and have a plain enough beauty that they appeal to mass market tastes.” The vole smiled a bit wider as she looked at the two “I doubt you’d want one. You don’t look like the type, since generally they are either used for customers with very standard tastes or those just seeking manual labor.”

\t“And what makes you think I won’t like a girl such as that, exactly?” Ilka said, half growling.

\tThe sales woman shrugged and giggled “I pride myself on reading people a bit, I I’m honest. Based on how you dress your pet and how you’ve treated her since she walked in I’m pretty sure you don’t just want something off the rack. Besides if you wanted labor Odds are good you’d just hit up our net site and buy in bulk. If you wanted something specialized like a maid it’s worth it to just get a different product made for it.”

\tIlka nodded at that and smiled. So far, she had to admit she as a bit impressed. The wolf looked up at the pony girl as she shifted to doing pushups and sighed. If ever there was anything worthy of being fodder for her pods, this was it. A plain, textbook, magazine cover model ‘typical’ toy. It almost infuriated her to see it being sold.

\tBut then that was the point, wasn’t it? That the rabble had no taste. That this was probably considered a high luxury for some of them. This simple bundle of unrefined natural muscle and hormone-enhanced sexuality really was the best many of them may ever do.

\t“Yes, I think we are looking for something a bit more useful.” Ilka nodded “What about this next cell over. This looks interesting.” She said as the sales woman waved her hand and brought that feed to the fore. A young lion boy, his hair buzzed to stay at fur length, resting on an elaborate full body metal frame. It held his ankles and wrists painfully behind him, pushed his back firmly into place with a padded bar, and a simple pistoning sleeve held tight to his erect, pierced shaft.

\tHe struggled and squirmed as he fought against his bonds. He wore a visor and a ball gag with three holes in it. Ilka knew what they were for already. Food, water, air. Childs play really, though the boy didn’t seem to be having much fun.

\t“More discerning customers prefer to have these. Ready-slaves are kept at a point of constant near-orgasm and constantly subjected to specially formulated audio and visual stimuli designed to keep their minds pliable. That along with electroshock to keep muscles toned and injections to keep them on edge ensure that they can be programmed to order. Whatever you want. From a horny living dildo to a prancing mincing sissy maid, at least in his case.”

\t“Impressive.” Ilka nodded as she looked over the primitive machine. So slow and inefficient. “So I take it then you need minimal contact with these kinds of slaves before you are ready to ship them out?”

\t“Technically we can keep them totally devoid of contact with people until they arrive at the owners house. The feed for the brainwashing gear is remote and we use drones to load them up. Absolutely nothing taints the programming process.”

\t“True.” Ilka nodded “But then that does raise a question. I imagine this tech would work just as well on the pony there, or any of them really. Why not use it on all of them?”

\tThe clerk shook her head. That fake smile dropping just a tiny bit “Because they aren’t all worth it, if I’m honest” she shrugged “Because outside of true custom orders it’s rather uncommon for us to tamper with any sort of genetic material. Someone like this has the physical and mental attributes needed to sell for a high price. Some lesser companies or private sellers may use things like this on just anyone though. That’s why our core process is so important. It ensures you aren’t getting inferior stock with an expensive process that wont’ help that much. It costs a couple grand more at least. But it’s so worth it.”

\tHrafna was already getting antsy, and really it was hard to blame her. Sitting there getting pitched to by someone who was basically her subordinate felt more than a bit… wrong to Ilka. But as with so many things in her life it was a particularly fascinating kind of wrong.

\tIlka looked at the boy. She could see fairly clear differences between him and the pony girl. His fur, his posture, at least what posture there was in the primitive trainer. It almost made the wolf wonder how much more expensive a cheap data jack would be if it would keep their minds blanked without the rig. Though admittedly it was a very cute little rig.

\tHer eyes wandered the others slowly until it neared the end. Ears perking a bit.

\t“That one, down there. The little one. What’s her story?”

\tThe screen shifted again to show a shrew girl. Shivering, cold, tears streaming down her face. She wore a rather typical bondage harness that wrapped over her non-existent breasts and hugged her chest tight, crawling along her arms and legs. She looked scruffy and unkempt. A mop of red hair handing over her face. The little thing wasn’t even ten yet. Young, sweet, her grey furred body heaving and convulsing.

\t“Ahh. This is one of our free range options. We don’t get them in our showcases here often. Short of a custom slave from the ground up this is probably the best value for your money. Actual fresh-caught and screened to ensure they meet our standards for high end sale. They have enough of a pervious life to ruin them utterly, and are pure enough to tailor them into your every whim.”

\t“I see…” Ilka nodded. She knew what a fresh slave was. Hell, she’d probably seen more in a week than this sales girl had ever seen in her life. Yet at the same time there was something different with this girl compared to the rabble in her holding pen. The small thing wailed and blubbered uncontrollably as she curled on her little cot in the corner. The sound came on as the cell cam came up and she could hear the constant stream of verbal abuse flooding that tiny cell and that weak little mind.

\t“Cunt”

\t“Fuck-hole”

\t“Sex toy”

\t“’No’ isn’t an option”

\t“You cannot escape”

\t“Punching bag

\t“Pretty girls are owned”

\tThe wolf licked her lips a bit as she observed. Watched closely, carefully, She pulled Hrafna close and ran a hand along her side letting the rat snuggle in to her, feeling the familiar tail wrap around her ankle.

\t“I want to see that one.” she nodded “Bring it out, would you?”

\tThe sales woman blinked and stood upright a bit. She looked at the girl and then to her potential customer with a huge, beaming grin. Ilka could almost see her budgeting out the bonus credits for this purchase in her head.

\tA simple hand wave and the door slid open for the girls cell. The basic insults and abuse shifted to loud blaring screams from sirens that quickly pushed the already trembling girl off the cot and on her knees. She ran out of the door towards a waiting leader drone, A simple spindly robot that attached her collar to a leash even as the door slammed shut.

\tIt took longer than it probably should between the time the girl left her cell and when she showed up at the small door in the back of the shop. One look told Ilka why.

\tThe cub who had been dragged along sobbing and screaming less than a minute ago stood in perfect posture as the door opened. Back arched with flat chest out and arms behind her back. Feet firmly together, knees locked and chin up. She had tear stains in her fur, a few still in her eyes, and there was the smell of singed fur, most likely from a shock prod.

\tThat alone made Ilka grin.

\tThe cute little thing had the biggest, fakest smile on her face as she walked out into the floor with well rehearsed precision. Somewhat sloppy, probably intentional with such a young thing to help make the sale.

\t“H-hello MistressmynameisTori and I’m seven years old. I know my names not pretty. B-but you can rename me anything you want. I can be the p-perfect little rape toy for anyone. I’d be great in a harem. O-or if you just want a sex toy to use up and… and dispose of.”

\tHer voice quivered a bit as she faltered for just a moment. The cute little thing biting back a sob and clutching her hands behind her back as she struggled to keep her posture and avoid punishment.

\t“L-look, look at my body. It’s all weak and ima-imat-immature” she struggled with the word “Just a puffy little u-underdeveloped pussy, a-and my tight little rape hole ass, and a stupid little mouth for screaming and sucking.” The cubs grin grew wider at that as she tilted her head and shivered. Trying to look sweet, innocent, eager. Her soft little green eyes screaming for help, for mercy, for anything to wake her from this nightmare.

\t“Allright girl, go ahead and show the nice lady just what you exist for.” The sales woman said eagerly as the poor girl beside her stiffened. The smile faded a moment. Replaced with a look of absolute terror and fear. Every shred of the little cubs being begging not to do this. Yet a moment later she was standing up straight once more and smiling again, that cutely fake smile that somehow showed her horror an terror so we…

\tTori took a deep breath and let it out, spreading her folds slowly “I’m not a virgin anymore, ma’am. I know what that is cause the guards r-raped me lots. They said I deserve it. I always deserve it, Miss. I-it‘s alwaysmyfault.” she pouted softly, a very fake, very stagey pout hiding her real fear just barely “B-but the doctor worker guy on the ship made it all better. H-he made it so I’ll hurt and cry every time you rape me. I’ll always be as tight as the first time. That doesn’t make me special or nutthin but it’s truuohhh no please. Please let me go. Please stop. I don’t wanna feel nuthin in there again. Ahh!”

\tThe little shrew screamed as the store owner started to hit her, smack her, swatting the girls head and face hard. There was no escape or relent. Each blow far too loud to be staged, and when it was done the girl simply stood back up straight and returned to that fake little smile. Nothing but shallow threat of reprisal keeping her acting in the way that would hopefully get her sold.

\tIlka looked at Tori, then the sales girl, then Tori again. Glancing slowly as she seemed to weigh her options carefully. Stroking her chin and looking at the sobbing, smiling cub oh so closely. “You know, I think I do have a use for something like this. What’s say we box her up.” Ilka murred

\t“You’ll take her?” the clerk asked as her eyes filled with joy.

\tShe barely waited for Ilka to nod. In an instant she had taken one of the large, heavy metal boxes resting against the wall and slid it out to the middle of the floor. It opened with a hiss. A special gel adapt insert taking up much of the visible space along with a pair of dildos. The lid had another phallus with tubes coming from it, along with a visor and headphones. A few pockets also seemed to lay in the recesses around the thing,

\tIt all reminded Ilka of the little battle figures and her newest corporate purchase. Somehow that seemed fitting.

\t“What do you say to your new owner, slut?” The clerk asked with a professional cheeriness.

\t‘T-thank you, ma’am.” the girl muttered softly “This worthless little toy hopes you get years of use out of her.”

\tIlka and Hrafna watched as the girl was moved, almost dragged, over to the box. She looked at it fearfully, clearly knowing what it was for. The little shrew tried to dash off only to scream as her hair was grabbed and she was dragged back to the case. The clerk dragged her up and shoved her into the foam back first, pushing down firmly as the sobbing girl shivered and struggled until finally the clerk was forced to pull a small stun unit off of her belt and shock the girl, at which point Tori was reduced to small quiet sobs and shivery groans.

\tThe clerk smirked and tilted her head slightly “if I may, I’d be happy to select a small grab bag of toys for when you get it delivered.” The Vole murred happily. Hrafna was about to open her mouth, but Ilka swatted her rump “Mmm that will be fine.” she said, watching as dildos and anal beads and a generic hood were all snatched up by the girl trying like hell to make a good impression. She came back and started to stick the items in just like accessories. Making sure each one was on full display and neatly in place when the box was open. The gel shifting and taking the items in, forming it’s little doll mold for the sobbing cub and her new toys.

\t“Actually, hold on, just one second.” Ilka said as she looked the girl over a moment and then dashed out of the store. The clerk had long finished and grinned at Hrafna, at first. By the time Ilka came back the grin had turned into a glower then a sneer. Clearly suspecting she had been set up.

\tFinally Ilka returned, A pretty black squirrel plush with accents of pastel green in her hand. It was wearing a school teachers uniform complete with a pointer and glasses. Ilka then walked up to the display, picked one of the bigger strapons, took it out and hooked it to the plush toy by the hips. She walked over and looked down at the sobbing shrew girl, holding up the toy. “Her name is Miss Hollyswitch. She’s your friend.” Ilka said with a rare softness to her voice. She pushed the toy into the crook of the girls left arm and smiled.

\tThe clerk blinked a bit at the odd display and sighed. She was careful to slowly push the two shafts into the girls largely unlubed holes. Winces and screams leaving Toris lips as she hugged her new friend tight, squeezing the plush for any shred of comfort she could get.

\tBefore long the visor and ear phones were slid on as well, along with the gag. The Shrew girl shivering as she felt the top of the case slowly lowered down over her. Screams muffled, mind once again assailed, shivering as she was rendered helpless and immobile in her little metal and gel prison.

\tThe box sealed with a hiss and locked firmly into place. A red light on the front blinking slowly and steadily until it turned green, at which point the Vole sighed in relief. “I’ll be honest with you ma’am. I’ve never made a sale of something this high end before, at least not a direct one. Now if we can simply get your credit transfer I can put the shipping code in and you’ll be all set.”

\t“Oh I already took care of that.” Ilka giggled “I sent your main office the payment, and a commendation for you while I was getting the toy. That line was quite long.”

\tThe vole blinked a bit. She wasn’t quite sure if that kind of thing would work, though a quick thought did show that the amount for the lot had been paid. She shrugged off further worry and instead put on her biggest, best smile. Nodding confidently “Well ma’am if that is all then I think we are more or less done here.”

\t“Yeah, we are. Finally.” Hrafna said as she walked up to the box and waved her hand. A shipping address, a specific receiving bay and deposit number to be specific, logging itself in. She looked up at the sales woman and shrugged. “I used to work at a loading dock” she lied casually

\t“I see. Well whatever. I hope you enjoy your purchase, and if you do end up wearing her out I hope you will consider us next time” She said “Thank you for choosing Yggdrasil. Life grows from Yggdrasil!”

\tIlka nodded and smirked as she turned to go. The package would be delivered soon, and she’d wait to fill in the blanks should the recipient be confused.

\tHrafna kept close and quiet until out of earshot, tilting her head in confusion and giving her Mistress a soft shove as they rounded the corner “What in Hels name was that all about” She squeaked.

\t“What was what? That?” Ilka giggled ‘I saw something cute and thought it would fit the bill for something I had planned for a while now. Besides I wanted to see how the peasants buy their slaves. It’s really kind of interesting. Silly, inefficient, redundant. But interesting.” She giggled softly.

\tThe rat sighed and shook her head “Fine, whatever. Can we just go home then? I kinda don’t want to deal with the crowds anymore.” She muttered pushing in close to Ilka.

\t“You’re upset I got the shrew girl a doll and not you, aren’t you?”

\t“N-no. Besides I got a doll I got two of them. I don’t need any charity just because you have a stuffie and I don’t.”

\tIlka rolled her eyes and slammed something into Hrafnas chest with a growl. It was a bunny, wrapped up mostly in leather save for a gimp mask hood hanging behind her, one ear that was sleeved in leather and one not, with plenty of zippers all over her.

\tThe squee that sounded though the courtyard caused more than a few people to stop and take notice, and the duo almost knocked a young mother and her children over as Hrafna tackled Ilka. “Ohhhhhh thank you thank you thank you! I’ll love her always and forever and snuggle her and keep her all safe and put her with Lady Whippleswitch so she has a lil friend too” The rat assaulted her owner with a flurry of smooches, squealing and giggling happily.

\tIn spite of the shame the wolfess felt being this exposed and this fawned over. Ilka had to admit, she rather enjoyed it.

\t“Oh, and Hrafna dear?” She giggled

\t“Yes Mistress?” Hrafna murred

\t“Find out who that lovely little Vole was. Make a gift of her to Mother, along with your materials mother if you please. Perhaps she can find some way to make use of them both”

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\t“No!” Ilka growled. “Why that bratty little. I should have known this was her game.”

\t“Mistress, what’s wrong?” Hrafna blinked as she sat up from the fainting couch. She held the purple skunk doll firmly on her thick, musky shaft. Feeling her choke and gag as pre dribbled down that throat. Even still the rat girl barely gave the toy a passing glance.

\t“I just had the girls go though their normal investigation of communiqués. It seems my dear sister is leaving the day before mother makes an announcement to the board.”

\t“So?” Hrafna blinked

\t“So, that’s why she went to that damn backwoods planet. Don’t you see?” Ilka snarled “It’s all a plot. A plot against me. Mother is going to announce her heir soon, or should I say announce her officially. That’s why Runa keeps off station. She’s setting things up to keep herself safe between now and mothers retirement. Secretly building some kind of fortress down there. Something impregnable to ensure I don’t cut in line.”

\t“I don’t think I quite understand. I thought we were just hoping to circumvent her anyways. What does it matter if your sister is planning to thwart assassins?” Hrafna grunted as she gripped that smooth domed head and pushed in a bit harder. Her firm twisting hip rolls moved the impossibly large shaft in and out, letting it scrape along that throat painfully as Dana struggled to keep that warped aw open. Her throat felt like it molded to the shaft.

\tIlka looked at the display a moment, sighed, an just slumped “It matters because it’s an insult.” She growled knocking over a coffee table next to her chair, sending glass and silverware shattering on the floor. “It’s one thing to sit graciously and wait to claim some silly birthright. It’s low and lazy but expected of the little tradition-soaked honor whore. This though? It’s practically spitting in my face. She know I have designs on her, on our legacy. She knows the game as well as I do. Her little ‘ranch’ is nothing more but a thinly veiled accusation.”

\t“On the one hand Mistress, I rather doubt that.” Hrafna muttered “But on the other, I don’t mind if you want to take action against her for it.”

\tI can’t. She’s already left. If anything happens to her while off station or on mothers ship the blame falls to me” she growled “We will just have to stay the course for now. Though I promise you Runa will pay for this insult like any other.”

\tHrafna shrugged and groaned as she bucked her hips up a bit, smirking softly. “Just so long as my Mistress is happy, and her deeper plans can go off.”

\t“Oh that is almost assured.” Ilka muttered as she slumped back in her seat and shook her head “But this… I am tired of my sister slighting me so. One day I really shall teach her a lesson she will not forget.

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