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Here is my 2nd WIP of "Treasure's Guardian"
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Went back in and put in some paragraph breaks to make it easier for everyone to read.
This is a companion story to "A Treasure Worth the While" written by
\n\t\t\t\t\tssj3mewtwoThis story is non cannon in both my universe and
\n\t\t\t\t\tssj3mewtwo's universe.Feel free to compare the first WIP found here: www.furaffinity.net/view/3529133/ to this rewrite. I feel that I have completely improved the rough draft compared to the first. Any suggestions, crits and edits are greatly appreciated and welcomed.
words: 5408 of ?????
Please give honest critiques to this so that I can make any needed changes.
Now on to the story (what little there is)
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Treasure’s Guardian
A colab by: Ainoko Ironrose and Ssj3mewtwo
“SOLD!” Ainoko looked up in surprise at the announcement. “The last item in today’s auction has been sold to our Mystery bidder for a total of 15,500,000 gold crowns.”
It was degrading standing there naked letting those who were bidding on him come up and feel him down like a cursed beast of burden. Even worse was those who pawed around his sheath, tail and tailhole, it was as if they were seeing if he was going to used for breeding. Breeding was something that he dreaded more than anything in the world because he knew that his deepest secret would be exposed.
“Ainoko, you are to go to the staging pens,” Said Mistress Kix, as she retrieved her leash, “You are to remain there until your Owner’s couriers arrive to pick you up. In the morning, you are to be readied for travel to your new owner. Follow me.”
After the platform finished dropping into the pit and settled, Kix then led Ainoko off the stage to the staging pens, where she placed him in an empty cell barely taller than him half his height in width and barely long enough for him to lie prone, with only a straw filled mat, a refuse pit and a meal dispenser.“Ainoko,” Kix said after he was secured in the cell. . I have no idea as to how long the journey to your new owner will be, but I suggest that you eat as much as you can before you leave tomorrow, not to mention plenty of rest. Good night and may your days with your new owner be pleasant and full of adventure.”
“Mistress Kix,” He said hastily, “This is wrong and you know it”
“So you keep saying, however, that is no longer your concern.” She said, “All you need to concern yourself with at this time, is pleasing your new owner. Ainoko, you will come to love your new life, and you may even thank the gods and demons for your new path in life. Remember, the band that now encircles your arm, ensures that you are treated with respect and never abused and it will let us know if anything bad were to happen to you. Slaves today have a far better life than they did ages ago.”
“I don’t care that slaves are treated better than they were ages ago.” Ainoko said in anger, “I was happy as a free fur. I can never be happy as a slave, I’ve worked hard for the freedoms that I just lost. Where is the justice in that, tell me! Mark my words, I will not rest until I am again a free fur.”
“Please understand Ainoko,” She said sadly as she closed and locked the door to his cell, “You no longer have any choice in the matter; it is up to you now, to make the best of your new role in life. Remember, all slaves do have some freedoms, just what freedoms you get to enjoy is up to your new owner. Now, it is time for me to go and file my reports on today’s events before I go home. Goodnight and sleep well.”
Ainoko shuddered at the thought that his life as he knew it was now over and his future uncertain. Forgoing a meal, he went to the mat, and laid down before curling up into a ball. Tears were streaming from his eyes and onto the mat as he slowly drifted off into a troubled, restless sleep.
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It wasn’t until after a long and restless sleep that Ainoko decided that he was just going to lay there in his cell ignoring anyone that came to get him ready for his travels. He felt that if they wanted him to be ready for his new owner’s couriers, they would have to do so without his help. His ears twitched when he heard someone walking his way, unlocking the cells on his bloc. He didn’t move a muscle when he heard the lock on his cell door disengage and the door open.
“Rise and shine Slave.” An unfamiliar male voice said, “We have to get you ready for your journey later.” When Ainoko didn’t move, the male stood there for a moment before calling for some help with a stubborn Slave.
Soon he heard his cell door open again followed by the sound of one or two people entering before he felt them grab his arms forcing him to sit up. He remained limp and unresponsive to their attempts to get him up and about, as he stared at nothing in particular.
“Looks like this one went into shock during the night after learning his life is no longer his to control.” Snickered one of the males that was dragging him out of his cell, before putting him on a cart. “At least bathing him will be easier as he won’t be fighting us the whole time.”
A short while later, Ainoko was carried into a small bare room where his two handlers proceeded to chain his body with his arms and legs spread open before leaving the room. He nearly jumped when his body was assaulted by numerous jets of warm, soapy water. He endured this washing for the next ten minutes as his fur was washed, thoroughly rinsed, and blow dried before his handlers came in and roughly brushed all knots and kinks out of his fur. Once done, he was put onto a wheeled chair and moved to another part of the complex where there he was taken into a room filled with all manners of clothing, travel gear, and supplies.
“What in the holiest of the eternal hells does this Slave think he is? God? A Freeman?” A short, thin, red vixen said in exasperation when she saw Ainoko in the chair before pointing to an empty bed. “Please put him on the bed by the window for now. I will get to him after taking care of my current charge. You can return for him in about an hour, he will be ready then.”
The two males grabbed his legs and arms and they moved him over to the bed that the vixen had indicated before leaving the clothes locker. He laid there on the bed for about five minutes staring at the far wall, when a sharp throbbing snap on his cock and balls made him jump off the bed yelping in shock, surprise and pain. “What did you do?” He cried out as he held his goods in his paws, checking them to see if there was any obvious damage. “That hurt!”
“Well, it seems that my ‘privileged’ one can move after all!” The vixen said as she tried vainly to keep from laughing at his reaction. “Now that you are able to move again, we can get you ready for your journey later today. And before you ask again Slave, I sent a mild electric charge through your balls, it didn’t harm your boys any, just a sharp tingling pain that got your attention. Now please follow me I don’t have much time to get you ready.”
Ainoko followed her to where the traveling clothes and gear was kept. Once there the vixen chose simple but rugged gear that was suited for his upcoming journey. He was given a thin, well oiled cloak to keep any moisture off his fur, the cloak was too thin to provide any warmth in case it got cold during his travels. He was also given a light set of travelling clothes as well, the shirt and shorts were both thin but afforded him some decency when out in public as well as basic protection from the elements. His walking shoes were well worn, yet able to keep all but the sharpest of materials away from his feet. Within the hour, Ainoko found himself chained to a rail, waiting for his handlers to come and take him back to his cell wearing what clothing was given to him and holding onto a spare set as well.
A few minutes later, he once again found himself locked into a small holding cell. This cell was far smaller than the one he spent the night in, he barely had enough room to curl up into a tight ball in order to try and get a few minutes sleep, if any. It wasn’t until the noon hour neared that he was finally taken from his cell and delivered to his couriers. His ears perked up in surprise and humor as he saw that the couriers were far shorter than him, however, he wasn’t prepared for how dominate they appeared upon his first meeting with them.
Before he could say or do anything, the one wrapped in a dark, shimmering red robe from head to toe, grabbed the shackle around his neck and roughly yanked him onto his knees, like a submissive harlot, and forcing to look into his eyes. “Listen and listen well Slave,” He said with a menacing growl, “Our journey to your new Mistress is going to be a long and dangerous one. We are under orders to get you to hir residence in the shortest time possible, which means, that if needed, we will drag your sorry carcass there by your tail. All that you need to know is that I am Benjamin,” Then he pointed to the large, imposing black male next him that was wearing the same clothing as him, but was blue in color. “And this is Ricardo. For now, until we deliver you to our Mistress, you will address us