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Kevin Foxboy 4) Training Starts

I felt very sad because I never saw the wet-tank home again; I missed the comfort of the bottle food or the warm blanket. I even missed the walk room where I had first seen Mistress Pamela and kissed Her feet. The kennel home was very big; I learned new words floor, steps, door; kneel, collar, chain, ankle and wrist cuffs; cage, inside, lock. The cages held many other 'mixes'. I learned the words wolf, fox, dog; lion, tiger, leopard, kitty. Hyena and jaguar were longer words, harder to learn. There were white, gray, tan, brown and black mixes, some with one color of fur, some with more. Some had hanging parts, others didn't; some were older, and some of them had bulges. I learned about those later.

I learned to drink lots of water with the hard food, it would hurt if I didn't. We all wore heavy steel neck collars so the Humans could tie us to things that didn't move or each other. I was ready to be taken from my usual cage one morning when I saw a mix walking around by herself, carrying a leash, but without a Human! She laughed and came over when she saw me staring with my mouth open; she told me quietly but firmly to close my snout or she'd slap it closed! She talked like a Human, knowing I'd obey. She wore just her fur and cuffs, but her collar was small and shiny.

She was a lovely light gray girl fox about as old as a Human at eight, several months older than I was. I looked down instead of at her eyes, said I was young and didn't know she wasn't chained, and asked her to please say why. She wasn't angry, she had a Chrome Collar which said she was Trusted, and she was here to fetch me to a Training class. Would I obey, or did I need her to call for a Human with a whip? She touched the cage lock with her paw, and it opened! I obeyed her and crawled on my belly out the low cage door. She put her knee on me to hold me down while she pulled my front paws behind my back and clipped the short chains on my ankles and wrists. Then she told me to stand, clipped the leash to my collar, and said, "come!"

She treated me as a Human would, so I said "yes, Mistress" and she laughed. "I see you're tamed. That's a good boy. But I'm not Human, so I'm not a Mistress. Mixes are called Sir or Ma'am." "Yes, Ma'am" I spoke softly. She called me Good Boy again. She let me stand and walked slowly so I could follow her. When she got to the kennel door I said softly that it was always locked unless a Human came past, and she got an odd smile on her mouth and told me to just watch. She put her paw up against the lock plate and turned it, and we both heard the click as it unlocked! Then she just pushed the lever to open it.

She was acting just like a Human! The cage and kennel doors opened for her! I felt fear and dropped to my knees, stopping her when the leash tightened. "Come now, Foxboy; don't waste my time!" she said, but she seemed to like why I had stopped. She pulled the leash to get me through the door then stopped just like a Guard, so I knelt while she tested the door to make sure it was closed behind her. She giggled again and told me to walk with her, two steps back and to her right side, up the steps past more doors she unlocked. We went to a new room where she hooked the leash to a wall, told me to kneel and wait, and left. I heard the door lock behind her.

I soon felt my mouth open again in surprise. That was a new word I'd learned and it was, oh yes yes, what I felt. I didn't know any other way to think, it was hard to know what I'd just seen and done. A 'trusted' mix leading a young mix through locked doors and up steps? Into a room and leaving him leashed there? I had so much trouble knowing what to do I didn't hear the door open and almost jumped out of my fur when I heard a voice I knew. Mistress Pamela was back to train me!

Mistress Pamela was a kind Human I felt love for. Much later I guessed She did that for all the young mixes, to tease them and make them obey. I knew how to talk because of Her. Once I had learned easy words Mistress Pamela told me harder ones; each word had meaning but changed in groups. In this room I learned body part words for mixes and Humans; when I pleaded to ask why some were the same She told me what a mix was, an animal that walked upright and talked, made by Humans for Their wants. I pushed myself to ask, please, who made Humans? I cringed in fear for not sounding like a slave as I should when Mistress Pamela looked at me unmoving for a few seconds; but She said quietly that Humans didn't know, we mixes had the -- something. We knew why we lived, why we would die, what we would do -- serve, obey, submit. Anything, everything, to please Humans.

She saw I didn't know Her words so She said Ad-van-tage, mixes had something Humans didn't, an advantage. It was a hard word for me to learn, as frightened as I was just then. She said we were made that way with stronger senses and speed; many mixes had stronger muscles we were trained when to use and when not to use. I knew a word I had learned from the foxgirl, and asked Her if I could show Her that She could 'trust' me. She giggled and said not yet but it might happen later. I wanted to avoid the whip and asked Her to test me, to see what I had learned and to see me obey. She let me know a secret, something they didn't tell all the mixes, even the ones who asked as I did, like the slave I was.

To this day I don't understand why Pamela Wilson, a Human Mistress at BioSyn, trusted me that day with Her secret about Humans, that there were over ten groups of Humans who had different ideas as to how they came to be and spent time and effort trying to say why they were right. It didn't seem so bad it needed to be hidden. She even Ordered me very strongly to say nothing about it to anyone ever. These groups were put apart from themselves by small differences in ideas; the Really Bad Secret was they sometimes stopped learning new things about themselves, or making their lives better, or even feeding themselves to fight each other very much over what made no difference like whether they were made by a Him or a Her or a Them or a It! One group even moved a very long distance over very deep water to kill another group for not believing in a Maker who loved them all and wanted them all to love Him back and be as nice to each other as they wanted others to be nice to them!

Another two groups were proud of their skills in hiding and killing each other now when their differences came about hundreds of years ago when a strong leader hated another because the other wouldn't let him leave his mate to go with another! I'd seen the wolves fight over a very good piece of meat food or who would bow down to the other, but it was always just two or three, never an entire group! And why fight over two other's food? You're not even a part of the fight! Besides, it's the fems who decide who gets to mate them! It just didn't make sense to fight and kill and die for this.

Mistress Pamela saw Her slave fox trembling in very big fear; I had trouble breathing and was frozen in my mind. What She had told me I never wanted to have to tell again. I didn't want to know it. This was what Humans did to each other! There was nothing to stop Them from doing Stab Cut Open Rip Apart Burn Down, and only after that Kill to anyone! To any mix They wanted to! To me!

This was Mistress Pamela Wilson's Big Bad Secret! I learned much later that I was sobbing uncontrollably in abject terror for a solid half-hour before She could get the medical trank to give me sleep for a few hours, and rest until the next day before even moving again. I wanted to Learn and Obey and Beg and Submit and Give Pleasure to Humans until I was released by Death.