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Starfall: Chapter 14: Trinity

Ears flat against his head, and a snarl on his muzzle Balto glances down to Usako before meeting Charlie’s gaze. ‘God dammit Angela, where did you go wrong to think doing this is a good idea?’

Tucking her tail between her legs Usako looks up as Charlie mirrors his father’s body posture. ‘If they don’t do it, Angela seems unhinged enough she may in fact shoot Pippin despite what she said. If they do, do it, I have no clue on what Angela will do to ME!’

Gently grabbing Usako’s arm, Balto stops her from taking a step back.

Anna growls at Balto. [Balto! What in god’s name are you doing?]

[Saving our daughter! If it was me she was aiming at, I’d take it. I know you’d take a bullet to, but not Pippin. Not our daughter.] Balto returns the growl as Charlie grabs Usako’s other arm.

Squirming a bit, Usako tries to get an arm free enough to grab onto one of theirs. ‘Karma damn their longer reach and iron grips!’

They both lift Usako off her feet, heading for Angela.

Charlie glances down at her as they walk. [I know you can’t understand us, but I’m sorry. Angela seems crazy enough to actually kill Pippi and I don’t want to lose my sister…]

Keeping the revolver up and aimed at Pippin, Angela’s mouth slowly forms a shit eating grin watching the current and the former Alpha-Male follow her orders. Only lowering it after Angela closes the gates behind them and the two come to a stop mere feet in front of her.

“Hold Usako down!”

‘Huh, I thought their ears were already completely flat against their heads.’ Usako squirms some more while Charlie goes from a snarl on his muzzle to full on growling at Angela.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Waving the muzzle of the firearm back and forth on each word, Angela aims at a patch of dirt directly in front of Pippin, then fires. The explosion of dirt sends Pippin falling onto her rear. Scrambling away from the small crater with the fear of her life visible in her eyes.

‘Now you’ve done it…’ Yet, Balto, with Charlie’s help, and through the squirming protests of Usako. Forces her to the ground on her back.

‘I may have watched you grow up Angela, if this was any other situation I would’ve considered you part of my family. Considering your parents allowed you, Mark, and Steven to play with Pippin and Charlie, but now. Now you’ve gone too far. I don’t know how, but I will make you pay for this.’

Charlie moves to hold Usako’s legs down, as Balto holds her arms against the ground. Both now stare daggers and growl in unison at Angela. Balto focuses his gaze right into Angela’s eyes, Charlie’s wanders down to the revolver as Angela lowers it.

Holding it against her thigh like it’s a toy rather than the lethal instrument it is.

‘Maybe I can make a grab for that…’ The thought’s derailed as Angela pulls out her phone from her pants pocket with her other hand.

‘And… She’ll shock me if I let go, wonderful.’

“Be a couple of good boys and stop that. Good boys don’t growl at their owner.” Meeting Charlie’s and Balto’s gazes for a few moments, she raises the revolver slowly at Pippin again to emphasize her point.

The tightening grips on Usako’s wrists and ankles force a whine out of her as Balto and Charlie stop growling. ‘Oh she’s really pushing it, if only they’d let me go I could kick her ass! I’d make sure I’d take both her arms this time. Or if I’m lucky she’d shoot herself, the drill Sargent in basic would’ve had a heart attack seeing her casual disregard of its lethality like this.’

“Now keep her still.” Angela holds up her phone so they can see it. “Or you both get shocked before I shoot Pippin.”

Stuffing the revolver into the body holster that Usako can see the bulge from under her shirt now. Angela grabs a backpack from the single storage compartment of the stripped down truck’s cab.

Dropping it onto the ground next to the three of them, Angela gets on her knees and grins down at Usako.

“Count yourself lucky, the in-clinic version of this test requires a cervix cell sample. This only requires a mouth swab.” Reaching into the bag, Angela takes out a medical kit, then with her teeth she opens a packet with a cotton swab reeking of sterile liquid.

‘What? No! What are you going to do?!’ Squirming more in Balto’s and Charlie’s grips, they both look away from her when she looks at them.

“Open your mouth Bitch!”

Clenching her jaw shut, Usako huffs, followed by a low growl at Angela.

“Fine have it your way. Charlie, use your body to hold her down, Balto, open her mouth.” Both of them start growling at the same time, only for Angela to put her phone away and reach for the revolver.

Their growling stops instantly.

Balto lets go of Usako’s arms. [Sorry…] Then Charlie lies on top of her. Holding down Usako’s arms with is hands, and using his knees to keep Usako’s legs pinned by his weight.

[I’ll make this up to you somehow, I just don’t want my sister to be shot.] Charlie does his best to not look at Usako in the face while on top of her.

Despite this, Usako stares back at him. ‘I don’t care if you’re ashamed, you should’ve jumped Angela or something. It’s three against one and Angela wasn’t even holding the gun in a way that would prevent you from knocking it out of her hand-paw, or hand, or whatever.’

One of Balto’s hands gently grabs Usako’s lower jaw, as the other takes hold of the bridge of her muzzle. Easing his fingers between her lips, they find purchase between her teeth, gently prying her muzzle open despite how hard she’s trying to clench it shut.

The moment Usako’s mouth is open wide enough, Angela plunges the swab painfully into one of her cheeks, rubbing it into the flesh, before withdrawing it. Then sticking it into a plastic box. A moment later it chimes while Usako moves her tongue to rub the sore spot.

“Balto, hold her arms down.” Angela looks down at the box, then smiles. “We’re not done yet, though, I’m pleasantly surprised at this.” Charlie gets off of her and goes back to holding Usako’s legs after Balto lets go of her muzzle and grabs her arms from underneath Charlie.

“See, I was curious. You’re an animal like them, though you can talk. You also claim to be an alien, something I can’t deny, yet there’s this new curiosity.” Turning the box around, she shows it to Usako the display on the front.

The words ‘At Home Bio-Morph Fertility Test’ clearly legible on the face of the plastic box.

Along with [12% ~ 15% Compatibility] On the LCD display.

“It’s pretty high for being an alien. Which opens up a possibility or two, still you’re mine now. Which means a few things. First; As far as the system’s concerned, you’re Trinity, I also corrected the age and description for you to ‘mature female arctic fox breed, runt’. Second; I have to get rid of anything to the pointing to the contrary. I’ve already burned the suit and clothes you left lying around. We’ll deal with the rest in a bit.”

‘MY SUIT AND ASTROMAMMAL ID!’ Usako brings her lips up in a full snarl that Angela ignores as she stuffs the kit away back into the backpack.

‘Hmm, who to stick her with if and when she goes into heat though? Kinda curious as to what a crossbreed would be.’ Reaching back into the backpack, Angela pulls out an electric shaver and grins at the three of them.

‘Gonna enjoy doing this. You humiliated me ‘Usako’, now it’s my turn.’

“Third; Since you’re my responsibility ‘Trinity’. That means I need to make sure you don’t die on me. This is Texas and if there’s one thing we’re known for, it’s heat! You’re an arctic breed, ill-suited for this weather, so…”

Balto spotting the shaver, loudly growls. ‘You’ve done enough Angela stop it!’

Deepening his own voice to a near growl, Charlie looks to Balto. [Is she going to do what I think she’s going to do?]

Balto doesn’t even have to answer, Angela flips on the shaver making it obvious.

“Balto, Charlie, strip her. I’ll need to burn those old clothes of mine as well. A single stray piece of fur on them will prove me wrong if by any slim chance the truth gets out.” As one, they both stare daggers at Angela, whom in response pulls the revolver back out with her free hand.

“Do it or I can always shoot Pippin.”

Charlie shifts his grip on Usako, moving to use his legs to pin hers, freeing his hands, so he can remove her lower garments. Balto does similar with her arms to remove her shirt and bra.

Neither of them even attempt to look Usako at all while doing this.

Kneeling next to Usako’s belly, Angela grins while holstering the revolver. “I need to shave that fur coat of yours so you won’t get heatstroke and die on me.”

Adjusting it to the shortest height setting, Angela starts shaving Usako’s fur on her lower belly to chest. ‘Gross, her snatch is like a dog’s and not like a human’s or Bio-Morph’s. Still, twelve to fifteen percent. Hmm, since she’s registered as Trinity, and we paid for Bio-Morph breeding rights. Maybe I could make a ton of money selling a munchkin breed like that one lady did with cats? They’d be a hit in the pet Bio-Morph market.’

Squirming, as Usako feels her fur shaved off, glancing up to Balto, who looks away instantly. ‘She hates you! Why are you doing what she says!’

With Usako’s belly shaved to between two and three millimeters, Angela shifts herself a bit closer to Balto and reaches for Usako’s upper chest.

“You’re supposedly an adult, yet look at how small your breasts are! I’d guess maybe an ‘A’ cup, if that. Might as well be flat chested.” Chuckling, Angela grabs them and shifts them about, so she can get the fur in between, and on the underside of them.

Only to jerk her hand back as Usako tries to take a bite out of one of Angela’s arms.

The resulting open palm slap from Angela across Usako’s muzzle makes both Charlie and Balto wince.

“BAD GIRL TRINITY!. You know better than to bite at your owner!”

Whining, Usako blinks several times to clear the ‘stars’ from her vision while her entire muzzle stings. ‘Holy Karma! Despite looking thinner and weaker than Steven, Angela still hits like a larger mammal.’

Reaching Usako’s neck, Angela grumbles. “The damn electrodes of the collar got tangled in her fur. Charlie hold her down again, Balto, hold her head still. I’d rather not get a dye pack to the face fixing this.”

Looking at each other, Both Charlie and Balto grumble with their ears flat back as they comply with Angela’s order.

Glaring daggers at Angela, Usako feels her hands slip in between the collar and her neck. Something on the collar is tugging at a bit fur there as she feels Angela slowly work her hands around said collar to find it.

Reaching the snag, Angela grits her teeth as she slowly finds the knot, then slowly removes the prongs from it. Quickly picking up the shaver, Angela gets to work mowing down Usako’s fur on her neck, shifting the collar up or down as needed. All the while Usako’s ears go from pinned against her head to tilted back a bit.

‘Something on the collar caught my fur?… Wait, it uses direct contact to sense if I use my voice? I didn’t even feel it.’

“Close your eyes bitch! I’d rather not blind you despite how bad you are at physical labor.” Angela brings the buzzing shaver up, inches away from Usako’s face and holds it there.

Glaring daggers at Angela, Usako raises her lips in a snarl. Still, she complies. ‘I’d rather not go blind either.’ Instantly the shaver’s dragged across the fur on her muzzle and face.

Angela only smirks at the now visible newly forming bruise it reveals. “Alright, we’re done with her front, flip her over.”

Both Charlie and Balto gently maneuver Usako, so she’s laying on her stomach.

Huffing loudly, Usako feels Angela drag the shaver from the top of her head, down her back. ‘Wait… If it needs something to touch my neck to sense if I’m speaking, does that mean it uses the same ones to deliver shocks? It can’t, that’s too high voltage…’

That train of thought’s derailed instantly as Angela yanks her tail up and starts shaving the fur off of it. Renewing her squirming, Usako growls as she finds herself unable to break either Balto’s or Charlie’s grip on her limbs.

‘Could’ve left her tail alone Angela, you’ve already pissed Usako off enough.’ Glaring at Angela, Charlie has to shift his grip on Usako’s legs, so Angela can shave them.

“Tiny titties and a flat ass. I almost feel sorry for you. If it wasn’t for that animal spade between your legs, I wonder how many would mistake you for a guy!” Laughing as she shaves the fur from Usako’s hips and rear end down to her knees.

‘When will you learn to stop digging Angela…’ Hardening his gaze at Angela, Balto keeps his ears flat and fights to not lift his lips in a snarl.

‘At least I’m not some freak like you! I’m surprised you can stand with those melons and you’re not knocking things over constantly with those outrageously sized hips!’

Making quick work of Usako’s lower legs and feet, Angela uses a hand to splay some of Usako’s toes. “Might need to cut your nails too, but we’ll do that tomorrow if needed, we’re running out of time before it heats up too much out here. Still, you’re going to thank me ‘Trinity’ without all that fur on you, you’ll feel cooler in the Texas summer heat.”

Shutting off the shaver, Angela stands, placing it back into the pack. Pulling out a smaller and older looking set of Bio-Morph ‘clothing’ compared to the pair Usako just had on under Angela’s childhood clothes. A simple pair of small shorts that barely look like underwear and a tube bra.

Angela tosses ‘clothing’ next to the three of them.

“Put those on Usako and you two can let go of her.” Pulling out her phone, Angela navigates to ‘Trinity’s’ page on the control application moving back the sensitivity of the collar to a lower level. Then enters some information while ticking an option, finally she brings up the subdue button for ‘Trinity’.

Charlie quickly slips the unisex shorts up Usako’s legs and shoves the tail through the tail hole while Balto moves the tube bra generally over Usako’s chest. Making sure not to actually touch Usako’s bust.

The instant this is done, both scamper away from her.

Rubbing her wrists and ankles, adjusting the top as she sits up, then stands. Usako lets out a deep animalistic growl, only to stop. ‘Wait… that should’ve triggered the collar.’ Focusing her attention on Angela, Usako growls deeply again.

“I am not without mercy, ‘Trinity’, I’ll let you speak until we’re done working today.” Smiling just a tad as she holds up the phone.

“You’ll pay for shaving a Vixen’s tail!”

Running at Angela, Usako comes to a twitching crumpled heap at Angela’s feet. “I’m not stupid though bitch!”

Taking a few steps back and picking up the backpack, Only to toss it onto the passenger seat. Casually leaning against the frame, Angela pockets her phone.

“Come within two feet of me, ‘bitch’, and the collar will shock you till; someone moves you, the battery on the collar dies, or I move away.

Wincing at Usako’s crumpled form, Charlie quickly steps over, helping Usako to her feet. Glaring at him, she sighs as the effects of the lighter but still effective shock wears off, returning control of her muscles.

‘I’ve got to keep in mind it was him and Balto doing what Angela ordered, or she would’ve shot Pippin, rather than doing it willingly.’

“You’ve…” Panting a bit to catch her breath, Charlie holds her steady as feeling returns to her legs and tail. “Had your fun now leave me alone!”

Laughing for a couple of seconds, Angela smirks. “Nope, we’re not even yet, But since time is of the essence before it gets past ninety degrees. ‘Trinity’, Balto, Charlie, climb into the back of the truck. Trinity, I suggest you hang onto the back of that ejection seat of yours to stay far enough away from me. You don’t want to get shocked again, do you?”

Glaring at Angela with his ears flat back, Balto walks over to the rear of the stripped down truck.

Pulling herself out of Charlie’s grip, Usako stiffly moves to follow Balto. ‘Same with Balto, it’s Angela to blame, not him. He at least did everything he could not to grope me when ‘dressing me’. So there’s that…’

Charlie sighs and follows Usako. ‘Please don’t be mad at me, it was either follow her crazy orders or Pippi would be dead…’

Both of them watch Balto climb onto the truck bed before wrapping one of his arms around one of the straps holding down the ejection seat while the other grips the backrest of it.

“I just want you to know Balto, Charlie… I’m not angry at you two for that.” Usako climbs up after him and buckles herself into the seat using the ten point harness.

Charlie mimics his father, but on the opposite side of the seat.

“Oh how cute. You think they can understand any of what you just said? They’re like pets. Trained to understand a few words in relation to what we want them to do. They have no concept of language beyond that.” Hopping up into the driver’s seat, Angela buckles in.

Growling loudly. “And yet, they’re still smarter than you! By the looks of it, both Balto and Charlie won’t forget what you did here.” Usako double checks the buckles of the harness out of habbit.

Laughing out loud for about half a minute, Angela slaps the steering wheel a few times. “Oh please! Give it a few days, and they won’t remember doing that to you. The only thing they’ll remember is that I forced them to submit to my authority, thus they must do what I say as their new Alpha.”

Angela starts the truck, stopping the conversation via the roar of the engine. Slamming on the accelerator, the stripped down truck careens down the dirt road. Only slowing by the bare minimum needed to neither crash nor roll over when turning onto the paved road.

“DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, Usako clings for dear life to the harness.

Balto holds on for dear life, his claws punching holes into the cushioning. ‘Apparently so…’

Whining loudly, Charlie holds onto the strap and the whatever purchase he can get with his other hand on the bed of the truck.

Heading for the entrance to the field Usako crashed in. Angela floors the accelerator, sending the truck careening down the road. Only to slam on the breaks once the gate’s in sight, making the bare frame truck skid and screech to a halt, complaining about the forces inflicted upon it while throwing Charlie and Balto into their makeshift restraints, and Usako into the backrest of the ejection seat.

Wincing, Charlie glances down to his arm and the strap wrapped around it. ‘That’s going to bruise, badly.’ Looking over to his father, as he extracts his arm from the other strap. Balto rotates it a bit while wincing, then lets it fall to his side.

Unbuckling herself, Angela turns and glares at the three of them. “Then I wouldn’t have to deal with all of this shit as the only living Mercer LEFT!” Shutting the vehicle off, she hops out and opens the gate to the field.

Sighing and glancing down at the ten point harness. ‘I can already feel new bruises from that, on top of the old ones from the crash.’ Unbuckling herself, Usako stands, then glances at both Charlie and Balto.

Whistling loudly to get their attention. “Alright, all of you OFF! Balto, Charlie, grab the seat. ‘Trinity’ you get the two shiny boxes.” Angela secures the gate so it doesn’t close on them. Then walks towards the back of the truck.

Scrambling off the truck, Usako growls loudly at Angela. “I was barely able to move them earlier when I removed them from the wreckage, so fuck you Angela.”

Crossing her arms as she stops several feet away from Usako and the others, Angela grins. “You’ll have to build muscle somehow, otherwise I doubt you’ll do well in the plant and I can’t have a ‘Bio-Morph’ that can’t work.”

Removing the straps from the seat, Balto glances over to Charlie. [She said we have to move the seat, but not that we can’t help Usako before that. Unstrap those boxes and put them down on the ground for her.] Glaring at Angela for a second, Charlie nods before releasing the black boxes from the nylon straps.

Picking them up, one in each hand, Charlie’s ears tilt in surprise. ‘Heavier than they look…’ [Wish we could do more for her dad, I doubt she’ll be able to move them easily.] Grunting as he lifts the ‘black boxes’ off the back of the bed and onto the ground bellow.

[And piss Angela off more? She’s gone nuts and there’s no telling what she’ll do Son.] Moving to one side of the ejection seat, Balto nods to the other.

[Grab the other side.]

Clapping her hand’s together while smiling, Angela glares down at Usako. “Alright they’re on the ground now, get to it bitch, chop chop.”

“The only person acting like a bitch is you Angela!” Growing back, Usako grabs the handles on the black boxes, dragging them slowly forward towards Angela. Grunting as they pull uncomfortably on her arms, shoulders, and upper back.

Watching Balto and Charlie lift the ejection seat off the truck bed, Angela claps her hands once to get their attention. “Alright, you three follow me.” Turning on her heel, she walks up the path to the crash site.

Putting all of her back into it, Usako follows at a much slower pace. “Slow down with your freakishly long legs!”

“Nope!” Yelling back at Usako without turning around, Angela continues onward.

‘Just keep going forward Usako, don’t look back and make this harder than it already is.’ Grumbling a bit, Charlie glances at his father. [This isn’t the lightest thing in the world…] Then to Usako slowly dragging the black-boxes in front of them. [And she’s struggling…]

[Just grin and bare it son, nothing we can do about it.] Balto barks back.

Tilting her ears back in sheer effort, Usako digs her claws into the earth for the extra leverage. “Burying this stuff isn’t going to make it disappear Angela. I’ll know where it is, so will Balto and Charlie.”

Angela laughs for a few seconds. “No one is going to think your anything other than a Bio-Morph after this when I reset your collar to prevent you from speaking. Also, do I have to repeat myself? They’re animal’s they don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.”

Walking several yards ahead of them, Angela leans against one of the trees next to the one Usako hit waiting for the three of them to catch up.

“Plus I’m not just burying those things and the wreckage. I’m shooting and burning those black boxes, I would burn the wreckage too, but it appears the crash did that for me. A few years in the ground and no one should be able to tell what the fuck it was other than just a hunk of rusted metal.” Grinning, Angela waits for the three of them to pass her.

With Usako setting the pace, Angela has her phone out browsing something by the time they do. “Just continue on to the big hole in the ground. You can’t miss it.” Putting her phone away, she points to holes.

“I seriously doubt that Angela.” Growling back at Angela as she’s the first to pass her. From a safe enough distance that the collar doesn’t activate.

Looking ahead, Usako blinks. ‘She must’ve been up early to do this. The crater is still kinda there but another hole’s been dug next to it using a back-hoe.’ Only glancing momentarily as Charlie and Balto pass her.

Balto grunts as they turn, so he can lead Charlie and the seat to the crater, before tossing it in with his help.

Both Charlie and Balto wince at the sound of metal crushing metal.

[Memorize the location this all is in Son, I’ll bet my fluffy tail this isn’t going to be the last time we’ll see this stuff.]

Rubbing his bruised arm. [I’m getting to old for this heavy labor…]

[Yea, I’d bet half my meals for a week on that. Anyway, I guess Usako really did come from the sky like Steven said. It kinda looks like those airplanes I saw on the moving picture thing in the house.]

Turning, he watches Usako drag the two boxes closer, momentarily followed, then passed by Angela as she approaches the three. Keeping her distance from Usako, so she doesn’t shock her.

“Okay ‘Trinity’ put those boxes in that small hole next to the rest of that stuff.” Pointing at it, Usako only grunts in response, then growls at Angela all while she follows her orders.

Turning them around, Usako goes from pulling to pushing the shiny chrome covered ‘black boxes’ into the hole. Backing up several feet and collapsing onto her knees panting heavily once finished.

‘Even basic didn’t have me drag more than my weight anywhere near the amount of distance I just did.’

Looking up she watches Angela approach the hole with the black boxes. She pulls out the revolver, and replaces the spent bullet.

Balto and Charlie walk over to Usako’s side and sit down next to her with Charlie on her left and Balto on her right.

Glancing at the two of them, Usako gets off of her aching knees and sits on the grass. “She’s… A fool if she thinks simple bullets and fire will damage those things. They’re made to withstand much more punishment. Hell, they survived a crash landing from orbit.”

Angela glances back at Usako with contempt. “There you go again, talking to those animals like they can understand you.” taking aim at one of the black boxes, she empties the revolver’s cylinder into it. Ejecting the spent casing’s Angela reloads, Emptying it again, this time into the other black box.

Charlie and Balto cringe at each shot fired.

Holstering the revolver, Angela stomps over to the backhoe, picking up a red container from inside the cabin. On her way back to the hole she removes the cap.

Usako, Charlie, and Balto all cover their noses as a breeze blows past them, bringing the scent of the liquid inside.

“Gasoline?” Usako’s ears tilt forward. “Do you honestly think they didn’t take that into account for the design of those black-boxes?”

Lighting a match, Angela lets it burn for a second. “Maybe.” Tossing it into the hole, she smirks. “I doubt they made them to withstand six, thirty-eight caliber rounds. Then to be doused in gasoline and burnt.”

With a foosh, flames shoot up into the air before Angela looks over at the three of them. “Be a good little ‘girl’ Trinity. Just sit there and leave the thinking to those who know better. Charlie, Balto, SIT and Stay.” Marching over to the backhoe, Angela hops into the driver’s seat and closes the cab door.

Sighing, Usako sits cross-legged as she watches the voice and data recorder crackle and burn. ‘If that bitch is right, there goes the only evidence I’m not a Bio-Morph.’

Only to look over at the sound of the hoe’s diesel engine starting, and Angela controlling it to bury the rest of the wreckage.

“I’m going to have to remember where we are so when Steven comes back it can all be dug up, or what’s left of it by then.” Exhaling, Usako puts her muzzle in her hands, and then her elbows on her knees.

Sighing, Balto shakes his head. ‘This is one big clusterfuck.’

Suddenly standing up, Charlie looks the two of them in the eyes. [I’m going to go to the bathroom. Damn her order to ‘sit’.] Nodding to the copse of trees nearby. In response Balto only shrugs while Usako looks back at him.

“I have no clue what you said, but, if I could hazard a guess you need to relieve yourself? No other reason to stand, so, Heh, I guess that’s one way to ignore her orders.” Nodding to Usako, Charlie turns and heads to a dense thicket in the copse for modesty.

[Well, she’s too busy using a backhoe ill-suited for this task to notice. It looks like the type for digging small trenches for laying pipe, not dig holes, not with that small of a bucket.] Balto point’s to where Angela is struggling at picking up a decent amount of dirt.

Usako sighs, “We’d probably move more at a faster rate with paw shovels.” Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks up into the sky. “I guess we’ll be here for a while till she notices.” before grumbling and looking at her shaved body. “At least I won’t get too hot now…”

Charlie silently sitting back down causes Usako to eep in surprise. ‘ I didn’t even hear him walk up. My tail would poof, if I still had the fur to do it…’ Looking up at him, Charlie grins back.

He pulls out a piece of metal from that makeshift pocket in his ‘shorts’ and shows it to Usako.

[Found this laying in the bush next to where I went.] Handing it to Usako, who takes the small rectangular strip of metal, flipping it over.

“It’s a piece of the ejection seat. An identification plate screwed on in case the body of the pilot’s not found. My name, rank, and serial number…” The back-hoe’s engine shutting off silences Usako, wordlessly she stuffs it back into Charlie’s hand.

Getting the hint, he places it back into the ‘pocket’ while looking at Angela.

Spitting curses, Angela kicks open the cab door, throws out a few shovels and then slams it shut after she gets out.

“Change of plans. All three of you, get over here, now!” Staring at the three of them, Angela frowns as they just stare back at her. Pulling out her phone, she holds it out for them to see.

Reluctantly sighing, Blato stands up, followed by Charlie, before they help Usako to her feet.

Pocketing the phone as they approach, Angela sticks three shovels upright in the dirt, then steps back far enough so Usako won’t get shocked. ‘God dammit, we’re wasting time here.’

“Pick those up and start dumping dirt into the hole.” Angela sneers, pointing to the shovels.

Folding his ears back, Charlie glares at Angela, yet, still walks over, grabbing one of the shovels. Balto follows a moment later, Usako though, stops before grabbing the last shovel, which is as tall as she is.

‘Angela wants the wreckage buried as if it will disappear, yet doesn’t seem to want to spend the time doing so. Possibly because it’s eating into the time needed to have the farm make money? Hmm.’

Snarling, Usako stares up at Angela. “What are you going to do? Just stand there like this is above you when it was your idea to bury the wreckage?”

Narrowing her eyes, Angela leans down in front of Usako, as if she was talking to a child. “I’m not the one who’s supposed to be laboring! That’s why we have Bio-Morphs.”

Snarl morphing into a grin, Usako shrugs her shoulders. “That piece of construction equipment wasn’t doing it fast enough so you would still have time to run the farm today, was it?” Stepping back from the shovel, Usako crosses her arms.

“The three of us will only be marginally faster than the machine. Mainly because that shovel.” Nodding to it.

“Is as tall as I am, so I won’t be able to use it as well as you would. On the other paw, if you were to use the shovel, you, Charlie, and Balto would make faster work of this than me and them, or just them alone.”

‘Gotcha.’ Widening her grin, Usako confidently stares Angela in the eyes as she narrows them.

‘Wow, humans make a weird sound when they growl.’ Watching as Angela looks between the shovel, then the clock on the phone once out of her pocket.

Taking a few steps back, so she’ll be out of range of getting shocked. Usako tilts her ears forward while swishing her tail. “Every minute here is a minute not making money for the farm, so time’s ticking.” Grinning wider with every word spoken.

Angela swipes the shove out of the ground and stomps over to the hole, yelling various expletives along the way. With the grin firmly plastered on her muzzle, Usako walks over to the shade cast by the Back-hoe and sits back down.

“Enjoy this minor victory while you can. I’ll make you pay for it later bitch.” Spearing the dirt pile made from digging the hole for the Black boxes, Angela flings the shovel full into the pit with the wreckage. Doing the bare minimum needed to stay out of Charlie and Balto’s way.

Usako only pulls one of here eyelids down and sticks out her tongue in response. ‘I know I’m rubbing it in, but karma am I enjoying winning at least once today.’

Ignoring that, Angela tightens her grip on the shovel and redoubles her effort in covering the wreckage. Dumping two loads of dirt compared to Charlie’s one and Balto’s three quarters of one. ‘That Bitch isn’t wrong. The Bio-Morphs should’ve been taken to the slaughterhouse to deal with today’s quota by now, not sitting in their pen while we’re doing this.’

Wiping her brow, she glances into the crater. ‘At least we’re covering it at a decent pace, so we may get some actual work done today. I’ll just have to drop Balto and bitch over there.’ Looking over to Usako, Angela flips the bird at her as she glances back.

‘At the slaughterhouse and take Charlie back to the pen to get the rest of the pack.’

Seeing Angela do this, Usako repeats the earlier gesture. ‘Kinda weird putting up a single finger means the same thing as this, I wonder why?’

Moving a bit to stay in the shade, Usako crosses her legs, letting her tail flop about, before putting her arms behind her head and laying down. ‘Not going to say this out loud, but, with the shaven fur it ‘is’ kinda nice out right now.’

Letting out a sigh, she stares up at the blue sky.

-

‘I wonder if I’ll get a monument or anything.’ Reaching up, Usako scratches one of her ears. ‘After all, they think I died in the attempt, that’s got to count for something? Right?’ Sitting back up, Usako stretches before looking over at Charlie, Balto, and Angela.

‘They’ve made good progress covering the wreckage, the crater’s almost filled up, and the fire is out in the other one. Sure, the external ports have to be fried, I doubt it did much damage to the insides, since I’ll bet money the bullets didn’t get past the outer shell.’

Dumping one of the last shovel fulls of dirt into the crater, Angela glares at Usako. “Enjoy your little rest, Bitch?” Filling her words with venom and impaling the shovel into the ground. She wipes her brow, then heads for the Back-hoe.

Forcing Usako to quickly get to her feet to stay out of range.

Flicking her ear’s in annoyance, Usako watches Angela dig a water bottle out of the cab.

“Why yes, the shade isn’t too bad for such a hot climate after all.” Grinning and adding a cheery tone. Usako glances over at Charlie and Balto, both make quick work of covering the black-boxes with dirt, even though they pant heavily in the heat. ‘Hmm, a bit of a reach to get Angela to do it, but they deserve something to drink as well, so it’s worth a try.’

Returning her attention back to Angela. “Are you going to give them some water too? After all, all mammals can suffer from dehydration. You did say earlier this morning you don’t want one of them to die.” looking up in the sky for a moment before back at Angela.

“It is still morning right?”

Pausing mid drink, Angela narrows her eyes at Usako. “You’re ‘really’ pushing it bitch!” Then glances over to Charlie and Balto before pulling out her phone just enough to see the time.

‘Already almost noon, and the weather is starting to heat up now… God Dammit! She’s right and this is the second time she’s gotten one over on me today… Hmm, I was going to have her just help the adults as a gofer, getting them whatever they need, but I think I’ll have her do something a bit more physical now. After all, she has to earn her keep right?’

Reaching back into the cab of the back-hoe. ‘I’ll return this to the machine barn tonight when it’s cooler out since it has no air-con.’ Angela pulls out two of the three remaining water bottles, tossing one each in front of Balto and Charlie.

“It’s almost noon, here you go Charlie and Balto.”

Both instantly pick them up and start drinking, causing Usako to grin again. ‘Well, that’s two over her. Not even close to what she’s done to me so far, but I can’t deny it feels good.’

“Alright you three, lets head back to the truck.” With one hand holding her water bottle, Angela ‘shoos’ them forward back towards the truck with the other.

Pausing mid drink, Charlie looks over to his father. [I guess it may be way too much to hope for that we get a day off today?] Resuming his drink, Charlie heads for the stripped down truck.

[That’s a pitiful attempt at humor son.] Balto glances back upon hearing Usako jogging to catch up to them.

[If I had to guess, she’ll drop Usako and I off at the slaughterhouse, while she takes you back so you can lead the pack there.] Taking a deep gulp, Balto empties his water bottle and tosses it aside.

Charlie finishes off his water bottle moments later as they approach the truck, tossing it to the side too. [Well, if she has Usako try to work with the other adults, we’ll just have to try to keep her busy with something, or try to sneak her over to the packing area with the cubs. She’s way too small to even have a hope of moving a carcass.]

“Okay! Up onto the truck bed you three.” Angela shoo’s the three of them as she makes her way to the driver’s seat.

Climbing up onto the bed of the truck, Usako grabs a hold of a couple of the straps, one in each hand-paw and bracing her feet against the lip of the bed. Charlie and Balto head for the front of the bed and grab onto the minimal frame that serves as a roll cage.

“Are you going to drive like a maniac again Angela?” Carefully wrapping a strap around each arm, making sure not to put too much pressure on her injured arm in the process.

“That was only because you three could hold onto that seat. With it now off and buried, driving like that would risk killing one of you, and as much as I want it to be you Usako. It would bring unwanted attention here. So no, I won’t.” Starting the truck, Angela pulls away from the gate, then heads down the street.

-

Pulling the truck up to the loading dock of the processing center. Angela parks it in front of the only ground level garage door. “This is your stop ‘Trinity’.”

Releasing the straps, Usako climbs off the bed as Angela pulls out her phone, pointing it the garage door, causing it to open. “Balto, off.”

Turning, Anglea pockets her phone as Balto hops off the truck. “Good boy Balto. Take ‘Trinity’ inside to the main floor and wait.” Starting the truck, she glances back to make sure Charlie’s still holding on before driving off.

Shaking herself at the wave of cool air coming from inside the building, Usako looks up at Balto. “Well, talk about oblivious as well as stupid. You and your son talked all the way to the truck, and she outright ignored it.”

Glancing inside, her muzzle wrinkles. ‘Looks like your standard loading dock. There’s also a faint smell of blood under the scent of a shit ton of cleaner. I guess that’s to be expected considering what this place is.’

Turning to face Balto, Usako lowers her ears. “I take it this is where Angela have me work today?”

Stopping midway into the building, Balto looks at her. [If Angela had any sense left, yea. You’d be here with the kids putting the packaged cuts of meat into boxes and letting one of the few adults in this section put the boxes into the cooler. Considering earlier though I would expect you to be placed on the killing floor just because Angela wants to be mean. Not that you can understand what I’m saying sadly.]

Jogging to catch up to him. ‘Damn the freaky long limbs these Bio-Morphs have.’ Usako grumbles. “I’ll take all of that as a yes then, not that I understood a word of it.”

Balto sighs, and shakes his head, pointing further within. Towards the killing floor of the building, filled with various machines for skinning, cleaning and grinding the carcasses among other things.

Lowering his arm, he heads inside.

Blinking, Usako lowers her ears. “Wait, in there?” Following Balto, she crosses her arms under her bust nervously.

Balto nods. [Yea, because Angela is being stupid today. You’re too small to be in this area.] Lowering his ears, Balto looks around the room.

‘There’s got to be something we can have Usako do. She won’t have the strength to hook or help move the carcasses along the line. Way too small the safely operate the skinning, cleaning, deboning or grinding machines. Nor would she know what to do at the cutting station, not that she could even reach it. Let alone having the stomach for it.’

Looking around at the stainless steel equipment and machines, Usako’s ears go from lowered to slightly tilted back as she shakes her head a bit. ‘This is the source of the earlier cleaning and blood smell. Not to mention Some of this equipment looks like it wouldn’t be out of place in a torture chamber, or slasher flick. Possibly both.’

Raising his ears a little, Balto goes about setting things up for when the rest of the pack arrives as Usako watches him. Stopping just for a moment to glance at her. ‘Considering how she looks and is acting, I don’t think she’s ever been in a slaughterhouse, great, just fucking great. Which means keeping her as far away as we can from the carcasses least she pukes.’

Pulling out basins on wheels, Balto ear’s lower again. ‘About the only thing we can have her do in here is keep track of these blood basins, and even ‘that’ may be a bit of a struggle for her with how much they bleed. Well, when she won’t be getting sick from the sight and scent in here. Everyone’s first few days working here are spent half keeping their breakfast down and half learning what to do. She’ll be no exception.’

One of Usako’s ears twitches as the sound of the stripped down truck’s motor echo’s in through the open loading bay. Looking over at Balto, she uncrosses her arms.

“So, what am I going to be doing in this room of horrors Balto?”

Balto points to one of the blood basins in response, shaped more like a small trough but on wheels. He grabs its handles and moves it slowly along a well-worn path in the tile.

Staying where she is, Usako watches him move the basin along under the rails hanging from the ceiling to where rows and rows of hooks connected to chains sway in the air. Pointing to the hooks above, Balto then points to the basin, followed by his wrist as if he had a watch on.

‘Last time I played charades was a lifetime ago, I was a different person then… I just hope Usako understands.’ Miming the sign for an hour, Balto grabs the basin, pushing it over to, and then on top of a grated section in the floor.

Usako’s ear’s fold back at the sound of metal sliding over metal echos in the room. The bottom of the basin opening up as Balto pulls on the basin’s handles. Swallowing hard, Usako looks over the room for a moment. ‘I think I get what he’s trying to tell me.’

“Okay, um if I understood your pantomiming there, while considering what this building is ‘for’.”

Looking up to the hooks. “Those will hold the bodies of the.” Usako gulps and Balto winces upon seeing this. “Feral bovines, and that basin you moved about would be to collect…” Not giving any resistance to her tail curling between her legs.

“ ‘Blood’ from the bodies, after being killed and strung up on the hooks.” Taking a breath and forcing her ears to a neutral position over wanting to fold back in disgust.

“As they’re moved from where they were hung, over to those rows of hooks to drain for. I think an hour in the new system back home because sixty is to small a number for an hour in base eight.”

Usako glances for a moment in the direction of the loading dock, the engine noises have stopped and are replaced by the sound of many beings walking barefoot on pavement echo in.

“When they’re full, push them over to that grate in the floor and pull the handles to empty them of blood.” Taking several breaths to steady herself, Usako looks over as other Bio-Morphs enter the room. With Charlie leading them, Angela walks behind the entire group holding her phone in her hand.

‘Just have to make sure I don’t hurl while doing this…’ Swallowing hard, she steps aside, allowing them to pass, and to get out of range of Angela.

Angela eyes the blood basin over the drainage grate as she enters the production floor. “Good boy Balto.”

‘I was considering having her be the one with the bolt gun for a few hours, mainly for some good old psychological trauma, after all, these feral beasts are thinking beings where she’s from. Then have her work with the cubs packaging the cuts of meat considering how small she is. Still, I guess even an animal may get a good idea in their tiny brains once in a while. Moving the blood basins would wear her out physically and emotionally scar her just as much as she’ll be face to face with the carcasses.’

Walking up to Balto, Angela smiles and pats his head a few times condescendingly.

Usako winces, seeing the look in Balto’s eyes. ‘I know that look in a lupine. He so wants to bite Angela for that.’

“Who’s a good boy? You are!” Raising the tone of her voice like one does with a baby.

“This is a good place for ‘Trinity’. Make sure she works, okay?” Not removing her hand from Balto’s head till she finishes talking, Angela waits till he replies with a ‘bark’ as a yes.

Giving a shit eating grin to Usako, Angela makes her way further into the building, past a locked door, which she uses her phone to unlock and push open as they have no handles on this side.

Walking up to his father, Charlie sighs. [So how are we going to keep Usako out of the way in here?]

Balto huffs. [She’ll just move the basins. Best we can do since Angela wants her to work in here.]

Charlie glances over to Usako, who’s a bit ill at the sight of the rest of the pack preparing the line, before looking back at his father, a slight edge of concern seeps into his voice.

[She reacted badly to learning where the meat she ate came from the other day. Right now she looks about ready to puke, and they haven’t even brought out the first carcass yet. Why do you expect her to do such a task? Do you remember what happened when someone spilled the basin on the floor? Maybe we can just make it look like she’s doing something while everyone else works.]

Balto frowns as much as his muzzle allows. [I may not be Alpha Male any more Charlie, but you’re still my son. So don’t take that tone with me.] Meeting Charlie’s gaze, Balto flattens his ears.

[I do remember you talking about how she acted over eating meat the other day, and yes I remember the puking incident well. They punished all of us for it, and had to have this place cleaned, thoroughly, before it could be used again.]

Raising his ears, Balto looks around for a moment. [This is the easiest position for her here, or do you want her up front bolting the brains of the cattle to mush considering how she’s acting now?]

Charlie takes a step back as the rest of the pack momentarily pauses from Balto’s tone of voice., before going back to work. Letting out a small whine he lowers his tail and ears in submission to his father.

[No. She’d most likely refuse to do it, resulting in her getting shocked, or dropping the tool and injuring herself or another as it goes off.]

Relaxing his posture, Balto lightly smiles at his son. [Good, now lets get to…]

“Balto, Charlie, quiet! Get to work!” Both of them grumble as Angela’s voice booms over the intercom.

“Oh and Usako, or should I say ‘Trinity’ now. Welcome to your new job, if you puke, you’re going to clean it up.”

A loud pop causes Usako to wince, then gulp as the sound of a bull being killed in the next room echos in.

-

Six months later

-

Yawning, Usako wakes up and winces upon trying to move. ‘I haven’t felt this sore since basic, crash landing here, or that first day at the mercer’s slaughter house…’ Opening her eyes, she freezes.

‘Why am I not in my bed? That’s my bed up there on the bunk above Balto’s and Anna’s. Also, why does the place smell like sex?’ Feeling something move on her side, Usako glances down to her hip and freezes.

‘That’s Charlie’s arm, I’m in his bed.’ Usako hard swallows. ‘Last thing I remember I was starting to feel like my…’ Slowly lifting Charlie’s arm off of her, Usako sits up.

‘I had sex with Charlie while I was in heat!’