Love Hot Isabel By Yourdoll Coop

I was in warmth and darkness, in a state of timelessness, safety... Numbness.

Then... Stinging sensation in my arm and... Light! It pierced my eyes as I was dragged out and placed on some surface.

I stared at the ceiling and illumination elements of icy white, amused by the experience of seeing.

Elements moved above me. Movement!

Movement stopped?

Voices!

"Alright, Model: Isabel, number I.D.: Fifty-six."

"Logged."

"Get with it."

"Eya..."

What followed overwhelmed me completely.

I was stabbed with sharp things, machine sensors were attached to my sticky skin, still carrying traces of the 'soup of life' that birthed me in a bio-medium pod.

More voices: Tired, irritated, or emotionless - saying things I didn't understand.

"Reaction time - OK"

"Body temperature - OK"

"Hormone levels, Z1, Z2, Z3 - OK"

"No tumors- Hold it! Hmmm... Seems benign - let's say OK. Would run a full test but freaks in the up want to release this line before the Life Day. Next!"

"Not negotiating with the terrorists, huh? Proper shitheads in the up. Ah, well..."

"Nerve conductivity - Baseline. OK. Chromosomes X, X... X? Ey, is XXX OK?"

"Not a failure, but... Then again, it's a freaking sex doll, nobody fucking cares... Next."

"OK..."

<...>

"OK."

"OK."

"OK."

<...>

"Fifty-six is a go? Fifty-seven is on the way."

"Eya, I'll take her to the cell. She's going to the fifty-fifth one, eya? Since fifty-five failed."

"Yo, HR doesn't want to she-her 'em n' shit - remember the time Yun-La called it a 'girl' and HR got alerted? Shit was fucked."

"Eya, eya... Second, did doc get her- Fine, 'its' libido suppressed? Don't wanna be SA'd before it gets properly conditioned..."

"Let me check. Ah, fuck, man... No, the freak fucking did not. 'Ject it yourself, I'm guess."

"NQ, sis... But like I'm sick of his cloneshit."

A person in a white coat who was holding me by the arm pulled me towards a cabinet, pulled out a syringe with bright orange liquid inside, and without any reservations stabbed me in the thigh.

Coolness flowed through my body and I got dizzy and tired.

I realized that before I was burning up.

I wanted... To do 'something' - something I did not know of...

That want faded away, not completely, but I could barely sense it.

I was taken through a maze of corridors and pushed into a shower that washed away all the bio-medium.

Then a white gown was put on me, which I appreciated because I started to shiver.

Sensations, too many sensations.

Overwhelmed. Cold. Hurting at a dozen spots in my body where needles and implements penetrated my flesh.

I was unwell...

It was my first encounter with misery. And not the last.

The glass door opened quietly and I was in my cell. A shower, toilet, table, plastic hammock, and a few other things, all colorless and tiny, in a cramped cell.

"Well, you probably won't have to stay here too long, eya? Quite a doll you are... Monicas were 'mwah' but Isabels... Eya... I prefer Isabels. Anyway..."

And I was left alone.

I tried the floor, the shower - but quickly realized that the hammock was the best place to rest.

I fell asleep almost immediately.

<...>

Time was... Passing. There was a sort of rhythm outside my cell.

The time of dark and the time of light. The time of calm and the time of people rushing past.

At some point, I came up with an idea to count it.

I bit holes into a shower curtain to keep track - a hole for each time of light. I found a word for it in my head: Day.

A person who would come every day to check up on me told me not to do it but I did it anyway.

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I slept during the time of dark - night - and would wake up at the beginning of the day. Morning?

There was supposed to be a sun, but maybe it was cloudy? I wasn't sure what cloudy was, but I knew it was incompatible with the sun.

Mornings were the worst. I would wake up with my skin heating up like it was on fire.

My fingers would twitch and I would rub my face against the plastic-y material of the hammock.

My crotch... It would become slimy and I would have to wash myself - and hammock - later.

Sometimes I would touch myself but I would always get interrupted by a person bringing a syringe of the orange liquid.

It usually was the same person. I read his name card - Toya Adyun.

I called him To'.

I would beg To' as he was injecting me with a libido suppressant.

"Please... To', please. I... Please."

"PLEASE."

"TO'!"

"Please... I need... I need... Oh."

I didn't know what I was begging for, but To' seemed to pity me.

"C'mon, just a second and you'll feel all better..."

"To', you're lying! It won't feel better. Just cold, I don't like feeling cold."

"But you don't like feeling hot either, fifty-six..."

"MAKE ME FEEL GOOD THEN!!! MA-"

And as every morning I would become weak and... Extinguished.

My muscles would relax, but not in a pleasant way.

"There, you're eya again, eya?"

"No... But t-thanks..."

"Oh, fifty-six. If I could help you, I would. No... I can't give you what you want..."

"Shit, this one's a one fucked up job, fifty-six... BASIK is not enough though, don't want to live in the Poors."

"I don't know what that means, To'..."

"It's eya, just talking to myself, heh... Kind of freakish that a doll is the least pain to converse with in this cloneshit fac'."

"..."

"Gotta go, fifty-six, got three more dolls to 'ject in this shift. And HR hates it when we talk to yous... See you tomorrow."

"Bye-bye, To'..."

After this routine, I'd collapse on the hammock and spend most of the day there.

Food would be dispensed three times, same nutrient pellets every day. Of neutral taste, something that I wouldn't hate or love crunching on.

Sometimes I would throw them around and watch the cell cleaning system deal with it by opening little holes on the floor.

Sometimes I would touch my body, my breasts, my pussy, my neck, but after the injection, it was as dull as touching a shower curtain.

Sometimes I would cry.

Sometimes I would stimulate myself by biting my flesh.

To' scorned me for that and said if I kept doing it, there would be bad consequences, so I tried to not do it often.

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Every three days another person would come - Na' for conditioner Asana T'

They would, well, condition me.

A helmet would be put on my head, with sticky bits that would attach themselves automatically inside my ears.

And I would start... Seeing sound.

Thousands of images and words would flash inside my mind, switching too fast for me to understand any of them.

I hated conditioning - it would always make me confused and ill.

But Na' said to not resist, so I didn't do it, except for one time - the next day To' apologized, told me to behave next time, injected me with double the dose, and... No.

Never again. It was like being dead while alive, with the entire reality becoming covered with sharp snow. No warmth, no softness...

Never again.

So I would let Na' put on the helmet, suffer through it, then retreat to the hammock and spend the rest of the day curled up, not touching food pellets until late at night, when sickness would pass.

Fortunately, after a while, I wasn't conditioned anymore. I guess it was 'complete'...

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"To' PLEASE-E-E-E- Ough... Bleh."

"And done..."

"To'?"

"Yes? Make it quick. HR algo always listens..."

"I know, I know... But To'... This is not good. I don't want this. I want something different! I can't take it! To'... Why is this happening to me? Where am I?!"

I teared up.

To' sighed.

"Eya, fifty-six. Look, is fucked up. The whole Isabel line is tanking. The 'tivists say the cooperative has over-tuned Isabels. They say it's no-ethical, see?"

"I mean 'tivists hate this whole thing, not just the Isabel line - but they got riled up 'ight now."

"An' I don't know about clones, but dolls... Is not a good thing, I think."

"You dolls are real, y'know? Fifty-six, you're loving an' gentle. Fifty-four is joyful. Not even mad at 'jecting. Fifty-seven makes 'etty pictures out of pellet crumbs."

"You is... People. You should be treated like people... Or not made at all."

"And I don't give a lunar shit about what HR and the up says. Is bad how the cooperative does yas. I get it, eya."

I wiped my tears off. To' was always calming to listen to. I couldn't understand much of what he was saying, but it was nice, To' was nice.

"Listen, fifty-six... It's been a while but maybe soon someone will 'chase you. Y'know, order you? You'll have an owner... And you might be taken care of."

"If the owner is good, you will have a good life. An' I don't know what kind of cloneshithead would 'buse you, you are... Precious."

"Some people are 'solute lunar piss-for-genes, eya, but you might get lucky. Maybe a 'tivist buy you and give you to a shelter. Could be good, eya?"

I turned my head.

"Owner?"

"Eya..."

"And no more 'jecting. Real food. Real home. You'll probably see the sun."

I jumped off the hammock and hugged To'.

"Really?!"

"Really."

"To'... Why didn't you tell me..."

"Is bad for you. Some dolls wait for months to be bought. Dolls go psycho if they know about this..."

"But you been here for long, 'cause of the 'cotts. Is also bad... You are going psycho anyway, I think..."

"They might... They... They could cancel the Isabel line to cut 'keep costs."

"I 'ope you get 'chased soon."

I rubbed my head on To's chest, then looked up into his face.

"Cancel?"

He sighed.

"Fuck... Forget about it, fox-ears... Shit. I'm getting 'tached to ya. Is bad."

"I'm gonna go... Shitfuck. Lunar cloneshit! HR is gonna fry my ass in virgin oil and serve with grapes... Freaking fuck!"

I sat down.

"Owner..."

I said quietly.

It was different, this word, it gave me hope, gave me excitement about the... Another word came up. The future, my future.

Holes in the curtain, many, so many I couldn't count.

I giggled.

I never saw To' again.

<...>

The shower curtain was replaced so I lost track of how many days it's been.

It's been... A lot.

A new person to take care of me was Ke'.

Ke' wouldn't say a word to me and would hit me if I tried to talk to her.

Calculated smack between my ears. Little of the hurt was physical, but there was this nasty, icky pain in my core.

I was not... Valued. No one cared about me.

I cried more these days.

I begged into the cell walls to be purchased. I didn't want to see Ke' ever again.

<...>

I wasn't counting days anymore because I was afraid I would... I would...

...

Collapse.

Time lost meaning as my condition was getting worse.

<...>

It was the third day since I last ate.

The cell cleaning system kept getting rid of old pellets and a light started blinking outside my cell door.

I knew this meant bad consequences To' told me about, but I just didn't care.

A person I had never seen before entered the cell.

Two, even. They didn't wear the usual coats so I got really scared.

Bad consequences!

"This one's fifty-six? Think it's more than an instant refund?"

"Better than thirty-nine, trust me - fifty-six is the best we have left."

"Fucking 'tivists... Look at it, even in this state, it's exquisite. All the top-of-the-line modifications and we have to sell them for shit."

"A shame indeed. But that's business I suppose."

"Yeah, yeah... These chickenhearts don't get that if they boycott, their beloved dolls get trashed."

"Can't keep them for long on suppressants... Yes."

"I don't get them, man. Dolls get better lives than half of the population and they say we're cruel, the fuck?"

"Your words are the truth."

"Eh... Sorry, been cranky today - the whole Isabel line disaster, had to work overtime to push through the discount idea... But it's going to be over soon. Yeah, let's go with fifty-six, then. Start preparing it."

They left.

But soon Ke' came in with a syringe.

"What is going on? I was already injected today..."

I asked with a slight tremble in my voice, I was afraid of Ke'. But I was too anxious about what was happening, I had to try to get answers.

Ke' grimaced...

But didn't hit me, instead, she started talking and, for the first time, I heard her voice.

I didn't like her voice.

"Shit, you're annoying. Instant refund for sure... Hey, maybe they'll fuck with you for a day, that's all you wretched things want, isn't it?"

"At least I won't have to deal with Isabels again. Thank Gods in Saturn... You fetish pieces make me ill. Misogynistic caricatures..."

She squeezed my arm and inserted a needle.

It was something else, completely unlike the usual injections.

Soon biochemistry started to work.

And. I. Was. Gone...

<...>

I opened my eyes.

Everything was slightly shaking.

I couldn't see anything.

I tried to move but I was surrounded by a foam-like, but firmly immobilizing material.

I was fearful, I didn't know what was happening and in my experience of many days, the unknown meant... Bad stuff.

I was positioned vertically so when everything tilted I yelped in surprise.

I was pretty sure I was now being carried horizontally, face down.

*DING-DING-DONG*

"Good day. I'm looking for Ms. Nicole Saber."

Polite masculine voice.

"H-hi, that's me."

Nervous feminine voice.

"I am here to deliver your order: X44."

"Do not worry, miss, everything is confidential, the product is in discreet scan-proof packaging - just as requested."

"Now, I need you to biometrically seal the legal agreements."

"They won't be used anywhere except within the cooperative of product origin."

"Do you agree to do this?"

"Yes..."

"Excellent, please place your sealing finger on the biometric scanner. Your biometric data will only be used to seal the legal agreements."

*BEEP*

"Alright, everything is green. Let me place it inside your home. And there we go - that is all. Enjoy your product, miss."

"Have a g-good day."

"And you as well, thank you."

I heard a sigh and the shutting of the door.

Then a quiet bit.

"Shit... Nicole, you really fucking did it this time. A million nu-dollars for *this*?"

Mumbling of the familiar feminine voice.

Then I was moved again.

Seems like for this 'Nicole' it wasn't easy to move the 'discreet packaging' I figured I was in.

And then it hit me - I was purchased! No more injections, no more pellets, maybe I'll even see the sun.

I nearly squealed out of joy, but quickly happiness malformed into anxiety.

To' said that some owners were bad. What if-

*THUD*

It seems like I was dropped.

"Phew..."

I hear Nicole exhale.

Then shuffling.

Then noises I couldn't identify.

I blinked, adjusting to light as Nicole opened the packaging, and removed the upper layer of the dense foam that covered me.

She gasped.

"F-fuuuuuck..."

She was looking at me.

And unlike I have ever been looked at.

Her eyes were traveling back and forth along my body.

"H-... Hi?"

Nicole whispered.

"Hi..."

I echoed, uncertainty wriggling in my core.

"Shit, you're supposed to still be asleep..."

Nicole peeled her eyes off me and started to search for something in the packaging she had cut apart to expose me.

There were sheets of plastic and cardboard, scraps of foil, manual pages scattered around.

I was in the middle of the rather empty room with pink walls and a powerful illumination element on the ceiling.

I was still lying in my foam "bed" waiting for what would happen next, but I could move my head and see what was going on.

Nicole was reading one of the pages, she seemed stressed, and her cheeks were flushed, rosy.

She had long, straight black hair, and wore an oversized gray hoodie that ended above her knees and long black socks, leaving only a small section of her legs exposed.

I wish I had clothes like hers, I thought. They seemed comfortable, unlike the cell gowns I was wearing.

I suddenly realized I wasn't in a gown. I was in a white bikini with pink ribbons and bows, and matching white socks.

It was... Nice. A word came into my mind, a flower. I was like a pretty flower.

This was unknown, but it wasn't bad.

Maybe... Just maybe, it could be okay.

I had to stop thinking about what could hardly be called apparel as Nicole cleared her throat and said, as confidently as she could:

"Hello, Isabel!"

I found myself speaking.

"Hi~ Congratulations on becoming an owner of a Love-Hot Isabel® by YourDoll Coop.! I am so glad to finally meet you! What is your name and pronouns?"

"Uhhh... I-I'm Nicole. I'm, uhh, a woman, she-her."

"Nicole!!! That's a lovely name! I will refer to you as you wish! If you ever change your mind, I'll be glad to refer to you as it is most comfortable to you!"

"Umm, you sound kind of... Weird. Like a robot, y'know?"

"Do not worry, Nicole."

"I am currently following my conditioning! I am the same cute shy fox doll that you chose and will experience soon!"

"But first we need to complete steps that will make me truly yours!~"

"Experience? R-right..."

"Okay, Nicole, please find YourDoll Chemistry Kit that should have arrived with me."

"I would go on a few dates with you, Nicole, but Chemistry Kit will help me fall in love with you much faster!"

"We are meant to be together - it's no harm to make a little shortcut, hi-hi~"

"Creeeepyyyy-"

Nicole blurted out.

So that's what was the conditioning for, I thought to myself as the *it* continued to move my lips without my input.

Nicole was visibly uncomfortable, but she, albeit hesitantly, took out the kit containing several items I could hardly identify.

"Well done! Oh, I can't wait for this to be finished~ Nicole, first, insert the blue flask in the blue opening on my arm."

"It's my distributor, it may look a bit weird, but we can get rid of it soon! Be gentle, hi-hi~"

"Blue flask contains preparation medium and a sealant which will seal the opening after the distributor is detached."

"Thank you, Nicole!!! Now please touch the top of the yellow flask. It will collect your biological data to make me a little crazy about you, hi-hi-hi~"

Nicole grimaced but followed instructions.

"I want to reassure you that your biological data will be safe with me and will only be used to help us bond~"

"You seem nervous... If I become too much for you, Chemistry Kit can help me better deal with the love I feel for you."

"I am a needy fox, you see, no shame in taking a little break~"

"Good! Now insert the yellow flask into the distributor. We're almost done!"

"The red flask is the last one you need to insert! It's quite special and only comes with Love-Hot Isabel® models like me."

"We're created by like-no-other biotechnology of YourDoll Cooperative!"

Nicole raised an eyebrow.

"I'm truly love-hot, Nicole, and the red flask should release the libido inhibitors that were required to properly nurture me by YourDoll employees!"

"When inhibitors are released, I will feel like I never felt before and it'll make our relationship truly special~"

"I cannot wait to fulfill our fantasies~"

My new owner turned red and hid her face in her hands.

"Fuck this shit... Why did I do this?!"

"Nana was right, they are just glorified sex dolls..."

"I should just have signed up for dating AI, getting matched with gene-scrapping clones would be so much less creepy than this!!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"I should have ordered a less controversial doll... If only I had more cash..."