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Isabella's Training Day
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Isabella volunteering for an experimental training regimen with mirabelle to help get them into ideal shape... Whose ideal would probably only be realised in retrospect.
PrurientPie with a story to come by AxiomTFIsabella volunteering for an experimental training regimen with mirabelle to help get them into ideal shape... Whose ideal would probably only be realised in retrospect.
WEEK 1
Isabella sits on the side of a hospital bed, the synthetic leather material sticking to their skin slightly as they await the medic who was going to administer them with the serum that’d soon change them. The room is quiet, the silence only being broken by the sound of a faint humming coming from an air conditioning unit situated at the back end of the room.
After having gotten lost within this cyberpunk dimension, they’d found themselves unable to return home to their friends in Mailor and in need of some kind of job in the meantime. They currently had no means of making a portal back home, though thanks to this metropolis having rather advanced technology, perhaps some sort of portal creation device could be cobbled together instead. At least, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, mega corporations dominated this land, holding monopolies over certain products and services, and in order to obtain specific key parts they’d have to enter some kind of loyalty programme or ‘borrow’ them from one of the corporations. The latter option didn’t appeal a great deal to the fey dragon; in spite of these corporation’s clear lack of morality, the prospect of becoming a thief didn’t sit right with them. Plus, they didn’t reckon that they’d be stealthy enough to pull such a feat off.
However, another option had presented itself. Whilst they were wandering the streets of the city, they’d seen advertisements put up by a corporation known as Myriad Solutions, who seemed to have access to the necessary technology Isabella needed and were currently offering work as private security detail. Such a job was not in Isabella’s ballpark, though it was advertised as being temporary with training provided, and would offer lots of extra perks during employment - most important of which was access to their restricted stock.
Once their contract was up, they’d surely be able to get access to the stuff they needed to craft a device capable of portal creation, and get back home! That is if the other Hawkmoths aren’t able to track Isabella down before then, though they figured that getting a job and working towards their own escape plan was better than just hanging around dodgy city streets, waiting to be saved.
From what Isabella had gathered thus far, most of their workforce and muscle seemed to be comprised of anthropomorphic rabbit women… copies of the exact same one, to be specific. They found this fact rather odd, given that the population of the city was overwhelmingly composed of humans. Perhaps this was done to purposefully make them stand out against a very homogenous demographic, as some form of distinctive branding? They could only guess, given their rather limited knowledge about this dimension currently, as their attention returns to their present situation when they see the medbay door swing open.
One of the clones steps in, sporting a sly smile and shifty eyes just like all of the others Isabella had seen thus far. This one in particular was kitted out as some kind of medical officer though, wearing a white lab coat, pale green hat and top, along with some disposable gloves. She also carries a small container, along with a clipboard underarm. The clone looks over at Isabella, inspecting them as they set the container down on a counter before examining her clipboard.
“Alright then… Isabelle, is it?”
“Oh, it’s Isabella actually!”
“Uh-huh. Well that doesn't really matter I suppose. Neither will be your name soon.”
They mutter that last part quietly under their breath, flicking through the pages attached to their clipboard. They set it down on the counter beside the plain container they’d brought with them, before reaching over and carefully unfastening the buckle keeping it shut. They slowly open it, allowing a white, cold vapour to escape out from within its confines before reaching inside and retriving a large medical syringe. A viscous blue liquid was contained within it; the clone gives the syringe a flick, before returning their gaze to their new recruit once more.
“Stand up, and please keep still.”
“What’s this for, miss?”
“Oh… it’s just standard procedure, don’t you worry…”
The vagueness of their response causes a small amount of worry to stir within Isabella, as they get to their feet. The rabbit lady walks over to their side, and plunges the needle into their upper arm, prompting Isabella to wince a little - needles have always been a particularly unpleasant sight for them. Thankfully the unpleasant experience only lasts a short while, as the needle retreats out of their body, and is tossed away into a small waste bin with ‘BIOHAZARD’ written in block capitals at its centre.
“There we go. Now then, recruit, your training starts at 0600 next morning. I’ll show you to your quarteres - I suggest that you get a good night’s sleep, you’ll need it for the morning. Proper company uniform shall also be provided for you - you better make sure to keep that in good condition too, ‘kay? You’re representing the company now.”
“Okay then… t-thanks for this opportunity, by the way! I’m in a bit of a tight spot right now, and I really appreciate Myriad offering me the position. Though they never mentioned how long the contract lasted for. Would you know anything about that… miss?”
Isabella asks as the pair walk through numerous long grey corridors at a brisk pace - other clones give them passing glances, until they arrive at their room. An electronically powered door slides open, revealing a room that resembles a prison cell more than a bedroom.
“Don’t you worry about that for now. You could say that we’re like family here - I’m sure that you’ll find yourself feeling right at home with us. At least, you will in time. And… you can call us Mirabelle.”
They say, as Isabella steps inside of the plain room, with the door shutting behind them with a thud. They reach up to their arm, rubbing the injection point which now felt saw before taking a seat on their new bed - the mattress felt only marginally more comfortable than sleeping on concrete. Isabella worries as to if they’d made a foolish decision by coming here, though all of this would just be temporary. And besides, maybe they could learn something from this experience?
WEEK 2
Rain lashes down from the heavens above, soaking the field Isabella currently found themselves running laps around whilst under intense scrutiny from their trainer. The grass beneath their feet was waterlogged, as small splashes are generated with each hard footstep they take. The sky is smoggy and grey, with the suns rays only barely being able to penetrate through the polluted atmosphere. This contrasted sharply with the clean air they were used to back at home.
Running around and around like this… Isabella was rather fit, though their stamina fell considerably short of what the other Mirabelles were able to manage. None of them seemed to need any kind of rest or break… as they ran around the field and repeatedly sailed through the small obstacle course which had been set up midway through the looping circuit. Barbed wire had been set up around the circuit too, this harsh environment almost resembling a battlefield.
“GET IT MOVING RECRUIT!”
The trainer barks at Isabelle, signalling them out as their run has deteriorated into a hobbling jog, as they gasp desperately for oxygen. Their sides ache, as they take a minute to come to a complete stop in order to recuperate a little. With their hands pressed against their legs, they lean over and draw in deep breaths, gulping down air. As their legs wobble, they can’t help but observe that they look… pale? Much less saturated than usual for sure, as greyish blotches could be seen all over their skin. They didn’t have much time to examine this before the trainer’s whistle was blown, making them jolt in surprise.
“I SAID GET MOVING! YOU’RE GONNA GET ASSIGNED TO CLEANING THE LATRINES FOR A FULL WEEK IF YOU CAN’T GET GOING, #12409!”
They yell, pushing the recruit to slowly start moving again, now at a brisk walking pace. Isabella felt… strange. They were exhausted, but something inside of them was pushing them to keep going… to keep training… to keep improving. Their new corporate code felt very personal too, feeling more like a nickname, rather than just a number to assign them a place within their ranks. Though for now, their attention returns to the task at hand, as they focus on trying to catch up with the pack of rabbits keeping a steady pace ahead.
WEEK 3
Since starting her training regiment, the newly named Mirabelle #12409 had found herself being particularly drawn to spending her allocated free time in the company gymnasium. She sits on an adjustable bench - beads of sweat running down their face as they take a moment to catch their breath in between doing reps. A steel dumbbell lays on the ground beside her feet… it seemed as if each day, she could lift even more. They look around, seeing many of her sisters working out and pushing their bodies to the limit just as she was… the sight makes her smile, as a warm sense of belonging fills up within her.
Over the past couple of weeks, she’d done naught else but train from dawn to dusk. And whilst it had been very draining at the start, she’d found that her fitness had improved dramatically over a very short period of time… with each day, she could measurably run rather and jump higher. Such a rapid rate of improvement would be impossible to achieve naturally, though this didn’t really bother her - in fact, it was a good thing to the recruit. They had felt rather guilty over the last couple of days, due to the fact that they struggled to keep up with the rest during training. They hated the idea of being a burden to those who had taken her in off of the street, and she consequently wanted to show her use to her superiors.
Their body has undergone a lot of change over the last week. Her breasts had grown out quite considerably, as a company bra was now needed to provide support, whilst their waist had also slenderised and become lean. The greyness she had noticed before had developed into short, dense fur, which was slowly consuming more and more of her body with each passing day. Her ears had developed a sensitivity that wasn’t there before - Mirabelle could now hear things that would have been mostly inaudible before, with her snout having been pushed back into her face, no longer protruding quite as much as it once had.
Nothing about her changes scared her though, as if it was something that should concern them, her fellow Mirabelles and the company would have told her by now - they knew what was best for her, and there was no reason to question their judgement. They stand up off of the bench, wiping their face with some paper tissues as they check the time. They had weapons training at 1500 and didn’t want to be late…
WEEK 4
*SMACK*
The sound of Mirabelle’s knuckles smacking against the thick fabric of the punching bag before them echo throughout the sparsely decorated room. Walls of plain concrete surround them, with the corporate logo of Myraid Solutions stencilled over the wall closest to Mira above them, as to serve as an obvious reminder of who they now worked for - her owner, her everything. And this fact was comforting to the rabbit, rather than oppressive.
Both physically and mentally, they were now far removed from the person that they were when they’d begun this training regiment. Their individuality had been largely expunged from their mind and replaced with an unyielding sense of loyalty and admiration towards her employer. Her former memories and skills still remained, though they all felt… irrelevant. None of that was beneficial to the company at this present time and is consequently unimportant to her.
#12409 had already informed her superiors that an independent group of dimension hoppers might come to retrieve her at some point, and that they’d better be on guard to repel such an abduction attempt. They were still needed at the company after all, and there was no way that she could abandon her post - the thought was inconceivable to her.
At this point, her ears had almost grown out to match the length of her sister’s ears, with two large curved buck teeth jutting out from her mouth. Short, dense fur coats her body, with their old tail having shrunken down to nothing more than a stubby rabbit tail. Her wings were tiny in comparison to their former length, and had been incapable of flying for quite some time now. Though Mirabelle knew that they weren’t really needed now - if they needed to get somewhere by air, then there were plenty of corporate helicopters at her disposal for usage out in the field.
*SMACK*
They strike the bag once more, their knuckles now feeling hardened and slightly calloused, with newfound close combat knowledge having filled up their mind. They had developed proficiency with handling weaponry, scouting, law enforcement… all of the necessary skills that were expected of a proper Myriad guard. They could even keep up with the rest of the other trainees on the outdoor circuit at this point! Being able to make such quick progress served well to keep driving #12409, as for now, they focus on perfecting the perfect punching technique.
WEEK 5
A long line of clones are queued up together, stretching down a thin, bleak hallway whilst standing to attention, ready for inspection. Amongst them is #12409, though were it not for their identification code upon their uniform, no one would know it was them specially. Any sort of identifying features had been stripped away, and replaced with an unyielding sense of duty and discipline. She looks right ahead, until the sight of a Mirabelle inspector comes in front of their gaze. #12409 remains in the saluting position, allowing their blue eyes to glance over at the inspector for a brief moment before she opens her mouth.
”My my, didn’t you shape-up well? I must say, I was expecting that we’d have to spend a good while getting you into shape for active duty, though you’ve really defied my expectations.”
The Mira states, a smirk spread across her face as she checks out the former fey dragon from head to toe, now nothing more than another loyal employee of Myriad. They raise a hand to #12409’s face, cupping their chin.
“Hmm… good posture, proper form, well-maintained uniform… all seems to be in order here. Keep it up, and you’ll soon find yourself patrolling the streets with your sisters. Keeping our customers safe and secure is our utmost priority here, as I’m sure you already know.”
She adds, nodding to the Mirabelle before her before marching slowly away towards the next recruit in line, her heavy footsteps echoing. #12409 relaxes a little, breaking the saluting pose as her arm falls back down to her side. Whilst she was no longer able to harness the dimensional hopping powers they used to wield with ease, their knowledge on the subject would still prove to be invaluable to Myriad Solutions going forward into the future.
She feels a growing sense of accomplishment and pride filling up within her… all of those training exercises and re-education classes were worth it in the end. This all just felt so right… this was her place, and she couldn’t imagine herself being anywhere else.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Rabbit / Hare
Gender Non-Binary
Size 5025 x 1650px
File Size 6.93 MB
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