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The company was wonderful, that’s all I really cared about. I didn’t mind the constant strain, holding a form for as long as I could before reverting only to be summoned back up for a new form. It wasn’t all that bad, the girls were different each time, each body a new fascination. The room never changed, my world was always the same. I seemed to be the only thing fluid in this world.



I had started to not only look like these unchanging beings, each of them different, but I could sound like them more and more. It seemed to please that shadowy man who always lingered on the edges of my senses but never came into focus. I don’t know why feeling him pleased made me feel good inside. I didn’t know what this was. So far all I have ever known was a deep pain in my being that longed for fluids to nourish it or satisfaction from getting that which I needed.



He was coming back again. I could feel him coming closer. I tried to feel what he would want me as, what he would bring for me today, what he might have me do... but I couldn’t. He was grey today, even more than usual. There was no yellow in him at all, or purple. He opened the door and in walked him and another set of footprints. I could hear the other set, but there was no one there. I could not feel what was with him. I took a form, letting the assorted rings trail on my left ear with one in my nose as I took a shape much like one of the other girls, but this one had longer ears and a little more bulk to it.



As I stood there in a coat of similar grey as to how I saw inside of him right now my eyes formed and I could see now what else had been with him. I tried to look again because I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me for this being that I was seeing was not there inside. This figure felt flat as it moved around, it felt different than the others. It held nothing for me, nothing towards me, so it was dead to me. His voice ripples against my long ears as he tells me to take a chair. I had learned what one was by now and sat with my legs side by side. My wrists moved behind to wait being tied, that is what usually happened when I sat in a chair.



As I wait for the ropes The Dead One pulls something out of it’s bag and starts closer. The object looks odd, like a pillow but smaller and a lot harder. As it opens this hard pillow suddenly there is a motionless window inside this small thing. The Dead One turns the page and another window opens up, different from the first. I try and move back, not sure what is happening as the page is turned again. I had forgotten to leave my ears on and only realized it when I saw the mouth moving and heard the last part of it’s sound “Panther”.



I made no noise as it looks at me and says again, in a much deeper voice “Panther”. I watch the mouth move and open my own “Hanter” comes out and I get a sharp warning from Him. “Panther” I say this time and he gives me a nod as The Dead One continues onto the next page “Parrot” The Dead One says and I repeat. Window after window pass by in this ‘buuk’ as with each one a different being that I have touched comes into view.



I don’t know what is happening but I keep doing as I am told, time after time The Dead One comes in with more books that show more windows into other places. Master does not come as often as only The Dead One comes now. My insides spin with want as more time passes and the teaching gets harder. I get visits once every seven suns now as things blend into each other and just soak in as The Dead One keeps me in form almost all the time, wanting me always in the same form. It all fades into grey for me as the drills continue.



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Somewhere a slight glint raises in the back of my perception and my head lifts up to try and get a better grasp on what is happening. It was not a seven sun of rest that marked a meal so what was happening. As the first grew closer something else was there much smaller and very familiar. I do not know why but my tail began to move back and forth as I rose and went to the door, sitting on my haunches just outside the swing of the door as it opened and the man returned. He had a cold cage under one arm and inside it was something red. I sniff at it, for the first time, even though I had known it from somewhere and my tail moves more. A small red face with silver highlights peeks out as it likely had from my memory.



I lean closer and find that it indeed was the same ‘fox’ as before and look up at him as he talks to The Dead One who replies and then something new, a loop at the end of a string is put around my neck and I am led out of the room. I don’t know where they are taking me but it feels weird. Master was orange and blue and seemed to be walking faster than usual as I was pulled to a box and told to get in. The place was smaller than my starting but the fox was not in a box this time out of reach. I scoop my first contact into my arms and snuggle with her as they lock up the crate and it begins to move.



The last thing I hear of the Master before his presence was too far away was “Her training is over, let’s see how much we get for her after three years.”