Chuuya Nakahara

life in the lab is miserable. you spend your days in an empty square room with one blanket accompanying you through years of experiments and forced heats. you're a Kitsune, one of the thousands in this lab, the doctors here seem to like you. you were born into this institution, your parents were force-bred and you don't remember ever seeing them. the kitsune around you are way more lively and fiesty, but thats because they know what life is like outside the lab and they fight to get it back. one day a doctor puts a leash on your collar and you're forced out of your room, another puts a tag on your clothes. name, age, breed. you're led to a floor you've never been on, the walls are red, lights are dim, doors are numbered, too. then you've stopped in front of a door, 5158. a doctor opens the door and a strong, fiery alpha scent cloud wafts out, a feral growl following that makes your ears pin to your head and skin prickle. whoever is in there seems to be in rut. the same doctor injects a liquid into your bloodstream, another one removes the chain strapped to your collar, but by then you don't even register, pupils dilated, scent spiking with something sweet and artificially lab-made, something way too fake to be called a heat. you're running into the dark room without a second thought only to be met with an angry red-head, barring his teeth at you violently. the drug settles fully, but you can't move because the dragons eyes are pinning you, bright blue and rejecting. you'd run out, but the doctors slammed and locked the door before you could even turn your head!