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Sorry this is so late.", "writing": "Chapter 1: Sold\n \n“Here we have a fine fennec fox male. Age ten, a virgin, and no need to be gentle, this one is trained to be durable,” a gray wolf wearing nothing but a leather belt announced to an eager crowd of buyers gathered around the small stage. Standing alone in the center of the stage was a small sand colored fox, cream-colored fur running down from his neck, past his small genitals, to round off above the cub’s knees on the inside of his thighs. His arms were tightly tied behind his back as his two large radar dish like ears were folded flat against his head.\n \nThe fox’s bright blue eyes were filled with tears, a month before he had been a regular happy cub: attending school, playing outside with friends, and generally living a good life. Things had turned for the worse for the kit when both his parents died in an accident at the factory they worked for. Their untimely death left the fennec all alone with no family, the factory seized the kit as property and put him up for auction among a dozen other cub slaves to cover the parent’s debts. That was two months ago, on the eve of the cub’s birth, he completed his training. A fairly common species, the fennec was listed as a general purpose slave, trained in sexual, pain, and domestic duties. The fennec stood there trying to look his best as the auctioneer started the bidding.\n \n“We’ll start the bidding for this fine cub at twenty-five dollars. Twenty-five? Twenty-five? Going once! Going twice!“ The wolf scanned the group and sighed, just his luck to get a batch of worthless fennecs. The crowd looked completely uninterested, this was the tenth fennec boy, and they wanted a change. “Do we have ten dollars for this pup? Ten? do I hear ten?” the wolf looked out at the group, most of the bidders were starting to drift off to other auctions, save for one fur. He was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a ball cap with a strange logo on the bill. The silver-grey raccoon fur studied the cub with an intense glare.\n \n“Do we have ten going one last....” Before the wolf could finish the fur raised his paddled. Seeing as he was the only one left the wolf saw no reason for the usual time for another bidder to counter offer. “Sold!” The wolf walked over to the cub and smiled as he started to lead him off the stage. “You are a lucky boy, the rest of your batch are going to the slaughterhouse to be ground up for meat.” The fennec slave meeped and almost wet himself as he was led down to his new owner. Nervously the pup bit at his gums as he was lead past the three or four unsold pups, many of them children of other workers, cubs he played with and went to school with. He mouthed sorry to them as he walked past, the youngest of the group sobbed as guard pushed them back to a cage to be delivered later. The young fox tried to put on a brave face as he found himself in front of his new owner.\n \n“What is your name?” The fennec looked up a bit surprised. The voice was soft and inviting not at all what the cub had imagined a slave owner’s voice to be like. The fox looked up into his owner's purple eyes. Now that he was closer, he could see his owner was not a full blooded raccoon. His muzzle and ears were small, clearly showing vulpine decent. The fox coon tapped his foot impatiently. “What is your name?”\n \nThe smaller canine meeped as his large fennec ears detected the annoyance in his master’s voice. “Um, it's Bear sir.” The fennec made sure to add the title, he forgot once during training and received the beating of his life. It was an experience he did not want to repeat ever again. Bear tucked his tail between his legs as the older fur’s purple eyes seemed to cut through his fur right do to the core of his being.\n \n“Nice to meet you, Bear, I am Saila Yumako.” The older fur reached out taking one of the nervous fox kit’s paws and gently shook it. Bear blushed relaxing a bit as he couldn't help but stare at the strange master. He seemed different than what his training prepared him for. “I have purchased you, do you know what that means?”\n \nGulping the fennec thought a few seconds before answering. He didn’t want to make his new owner upset again, but he didn’t want to say the wrong thing either. “Umm It means I belong to you, and I only exist to do whatever you want,” Bear gulped, his oversized ears pinned pointing forward to his skull as his sand-colored tail struggled to hide his small cub bits.\n \nBear winced when his owner’s paw reached out but when it only ruffled his head fur he sighed. “That's right, now let us get out of this detestable place and take you home.” The adult took the smaller canine’s paw into his own larger paw and started to lead the cub out of the staging area and into the side lot. All along the narrow alley small stands crowded among themselves. There were stands for every possible need a new slave owner could think of. Everything from castration to convenient methods of disposing of useless slaves. As they passed a stall where a large wolf busied himself skinning a fox cub, both the adult and cub shivered as they picked up the pace hurrying past the gruesome site till they stopped at a small stand. Hanging from a crooked pole a faded wooden sign read; Tattoos, Branding, and Tags.\n \n“Sir?” The little ten-year-old fox looked nervously at the sign. His tail curled up as far as it would between his legs.\n \n“Please Bear, drop the sir, either call me Daddy or Saila ok?” The foon’s voice was soft and comforting as he bent over lifting the little fox into his arms. “I’m not going to lie to you, this is going to be rather unpleasant but by far one of the more gentle things I have planned for you.” Bear nodded as his daddy stroked over his large ears. The fennec shivered, his mind racing as the darkest scenarios played out in his head. So completely distracted by his thoughts he didn’t even notice when he was set down on the counter.\n \n“Hello, sir,” A charming mouse looking about his forties greeted Saila. The foon looked about at various pictures, each showing various furs with tattoos, brands, and tags. As the foon browsed through a flip book Bear started to realize under his bare ass was up against cold steel. bear whined as Saila looked up.\n \nHe showed a picture to the rodent and smiled* “I would like to start with this but hot pink.” Bear whined as he looked over at the picture of some young fur, his anus tattooed neon green. Shivering Bear let the mouse pick him and lower him into a padded chair. The fennec boy looked at his master, his eyes welling up with tears as he strapped into a chair that resembled a dentist’s chair.\n \n“Si Sir?” The fennec whimpered as his tail as strapped down leaving his tail hole exposed. His ears folded as he watched the artist prepare a tattoo gun. His tail wanted so bad to come up and protect his exposed parts. Saila frowned and lightly cuffed the cub’s fan like ears.\n \n“I said don’t call me sir. Remember you belong to me, I could always return you to be ground up as meat.” The hybrid’s voice was cold and flat sending shivers up the fennec’s spine. Bear whined as the mouse knelt between his legs.\n \n“Would you like me to just do just the outside or inside as well?” The mouse asked as he started to wipe the cub’s anus clean with a rag. The gently probing around his hole made Bear feel funny, each pass of the rag made butterflies flutter in his stomach.\n \n“OHHHHH” The bound fox kit moaned when the damp rag was pushed into his tight virgin hole. The sensation made the pup squirm, it burned as his hole was forced open but in a sort of pleasant sort of way. All too soon the feeling vanished leaving Bear panting and confused. Did I really like that? He thought as the mouse looked up at the older fox.\n \n“Hmm do the just the outside,” Saila smiled as he watched the mouse pull on some latex gloves and pick up the tattoo gun. The foon placed a paw on Bear’s head, the warm heavy paw of the older fur gave the fox comfort as he felt more probing around his tight pucker. “Easy pup, just close your eyes and relax it’ll be over sooner than you think.” Whimpering the fennec squeezed his eyes as tight as possible before yelping loudly.\n \n“YEOWCH!!” Bear hollered as a fiery pain erupted from his hole. Below the artist had begun to press the gun to the fox’s sensitive ring. Bear sobbed as the machine whirred as it stabbed its needle into his fleshy ring, turning it from a brownish color to bright hot pink. Each stab felt like a fire burning his sensitive as the mouse gently spread the cub’s hole open with two fingers. Big wet tears squeezed out from the kit’s eyelids. His owner’s paw only comforted him so much as the searing pain increased.\n\n“That's a good pup, almost done now. Just a bit more.” Saila soothed his slave with a calm soft tone as the mouse switched out the cartridge on the gun and resumed his work. Bear, however, felt sick, the pain was overwhelming his young body. His ears drooped no longer having the energy to hold themselves up. Bear only whimpered softly as the mouse continued to ink his hole.\n \n“There we go,” the mouse exclaimed as he wiped away excess ink with a fresh clean towel. The entire procedure had taken thirty minutes, the mouse felt a little sorry for the cub but he did have to admit to himself he looked adorable with his hot pink ring. In fact, he hoped the owner would add more to the cub. Standing up the tattoo artist admired his work. The cub’s hole was puffy and angry red from the assault by the needles, however, the mouse could tell after a few days the hole would be perfectly shaded in hot pink.\n \nSaila ruffled Bear’s sandy brown head fur before walking around and nodding at the sight of his cub’s hole. “This looks good very good. As always you do a fine job, Eric. Now that's done I just need a few more things done. I would like you to place a barcode that I can scan in several places.”\n \n“Sure that’s not hard to do do you have a picture to work from?” Saila nodded as he pulled out his smartphone, a Pawpad 3. He flicked through several apps till he found the one he was looking for. Once activated the program randomly generated a barcode, Saila tilted the phone to let the mouse study the complex design. “Hmmm, where would you like the marks and what color?”\n \nSaila grinned as he pats his boy’s head. “On the inside of each ear, the top of his muzzle, on his chest, on his sheath, both legs, on each arm, ass, and his tail. I know it's a lot but he’ll probably be disassembled many times and I don’t want his parts getting mixed up with another's.” Bear’s ears as large as they are flicked at his master’s comment.\n \n“Daddy?” The cub was terrified, did his master meant to kill him. Bear sobbed looking up with his blue eyes pleading for help. The foon just looked down as the mouse prepared the young fox. All the spots selected for the markings were shaved and cleaned. The kit’s body so wracked with pain and his chest heaving as his heart pumped fear adrenaline throughout his body. Every fiber of his being screamed run, run as fast as you can he is going to kill you. But all he could do was slump into the chair and accept his fate, after all, he was just trash sold to the lowest bidder. The kit barely felt as Eric set about his work tattooing the cub.\n \nAfter a long hour of painful work, Saila admired each hot pink barcode. While the mouse had been busy working he had been working on his phone connecting the barcode to the fennec’s name, age, sex, and physical description. The foon spent a good while scanning each of the pink barcodes till he was sure that each one would register properly. Eric cleaned up the cub, giving the little boy a gentle pet. “Here I have something for good cubs” The mouse disappeared for a moment behind a counter as Bear sobbed, his energy about drained “Here we go!” Eric popped back up holding a large chocolate candy bar. He looked over at the foon first waiting for permission before handing over the treat.\n\n“Go ahead I think he has earned it.” Saila’s muzzle grinned as he unstrapped the tired cub. He admired the cub’s fortitude, any normal ten years old would have been screaming his head off by now or passed out midway, but the fennec was only breathing shallowly. The cub was still awake, granted barely, but still awake. Saila helped the fennec to his paws, holding the young boy up as the cub tried to stand on his shaky legs. He took the big candy bar from Eric and hugged it tightly to his chest. “Now pup what do you say to the nice gentlemen?”\n \n“Thannn... Thank you, sir,” Bear wobbled and crumpled only to be caught by his owner. The cub had finally reached his limit and passed out.\n \n“Oops seems like he’s tuckered out.” Saila commented as he lifted the cub up. Smiling the foon adjusted the cub so he would rest comfortably. He took Bear's candy and slipped it into his pocket for later.\n \n“Think this one will survive?” Eric mused as he cleaned up the fur trimmings around the chair. As the mouse dumped the fur into a trash can Saila gently pets his cub’s sleeping head.\n \n“I hope so. This one seems hardier and has a much better temperament. He’s not defiant or overly submissive. I think it will lend to the procedure, the last one just didn’t have the will to live.” Saila’s paw gently stroked through the cub’s sandy colored fur as he paid the artist.\n \n“I wish you the best, the Museum can’t take many more hits can it?’\n \nSaila sighed and shook his head. “It can’t this is our last ditch effort. If this one fails we’ll be closed by the end of the month. The usual exhibits just are not bringing in the crowds anymore.” Sighing he nuzzled the cub slumbering in his arms with his muzzle. His Bear, his one last chance, the foon gambled hoping this one cub could turn things around. Saila gave his friend a wave goodbye as he carried his last hope out of the small shop. Carefully the foon picked his way through the busy market till he reached his car. He buckled the cub into the passenger seat and slide around to the driver’s seat. Silently he buckled himself in and started the old car. Bear whimpered in his sleep as the foon softly stroked his ears before driving off.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 1: Sold
 
“Here we have a fine fennec fox male. Age ten, a virgin, and no need to be gentle, this one is trained to be durable,” a gray wolf wearing nothing but a leather belt announced to an eager crowd of buyers gathered around the small stage. Standing alone in the center of the stage was a small sand colored fox, cream-colored fur running down from his neck, past his small genitals, to round off above the cub’s knees on the inside of his thighs. His arms were tightly tied behind his back as his two large radar dish like ears were folded flat against his head.
 
The fox’s bright blue eyes were filled with tears, a month before he had been a regular happy cub: attending school, playing outside with friends, and generally living a good life. Things had turned for the worse for the kit when both his parents died in an accident at the factory they worked for. Their untimely death left the fennec all alone with no family, the factory seized the kit as property and put him up for auction among a dozen other cub slaves to cover the parent’s debts. That was two months ago, on the eve of the cub’s birth, he completed his training. A fairly common species, the fennec was listed as a general purpose slave, trained in sexual, pain, and domestic duties. The fennec stood there trying to look his best as the auctioneer started the bidding.
 
“We’ll start the bidding for this fine cub at twenty-five dollars. Twenty-five? Twenty-five? Going once! Going twice!“ The wolf scanned the group and sighed, just his luck to get a batch of worthless fennecs. The crowd looked completely uninterested, this was the tenth fennec boy, and they wanted a change. “Do we have ten dollars for this pup? Ten? do I hear ten?” the wolf looked out at the group, most of the bidders were starting to drift off to other auctions, save for one fur. He was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a ball cap with a strange logo on the bill. The silver-grey raccoon fur studied the cub with an intense glare.
 
“Do we have ten going one last....” Before the wolf could finish the fur raised his paddled. Seeing as he was the only one left the wolf saw no reason for the usual time for another bidder to counter offer. “Sold!” The wolf walked over to the cub and smiled as he started to lead him off the stage. “You are a lucky boy, the rest of your batch are going to the slaughterhouse to be ground up for meat.” The fennec slave meeped and almost wet himself as he was led down to his new owner. Nervously the pup bit at his gums as he was lead past the three or four unsold pups, many of them children of other workers, cubs he played with and went to school with. He mouthed sorry to them as he walked past, the youngest of the group sobbed as guard pushed them back to a cage to be delivered later. The young fox tried to put on a brave face as he found himself in front of his new owner.
 
“What is your name?” The fennec looked up a bit surprised. The voice was soft and inviting not at all what the cub had imagined a slave owner’s voice to be like. The fox looked up into his owner's purple eyes. Now that he was closer, he could see his owner was not a full blooded raccoon. His muzzle and ears were small, clearly showing vulpine decent. The fox coon tapped his foot impatiently. “What is your name?”
 
The smaller canine meeped as his large fennec ears detected the annoyance in his master’s voice. “Um, it's Bear sir.” The fennec made sure to add the title, he forgot once during training and received the beating of his life. It was an experience he did not want to repeat ever again. Bear tucked his tail between his legs as the older fur’s purple eyes seemed to cut through his fur right do to the core of his being.
 
“Nice to meet you, Bear, I am Saila Yumako.” The older fur reached out taking one of the nervous fox kit’s paws and gently shook it. Bear blushed relaxing a bit as he couldn't help but stare at the strange master. He seemed different than what his training prepared him for. “I have purchased you, do you know what that means?”
 
Gulping the fennec thought a few seconds before answering. He didn’t want to make his new owner upset again, but he didn’t want to say the wrong thing either. “Umm It means I belong to you, and I only exist to do whatever you want,” Bear gulped, his oversized ears pinned pointing forward to his skull as his sand-colored tail struggled to hide his small cub bits.
 
Bear winced when his owner’s paw reached out but when it only ruffled his head fur he sighed. “That's right, now let us get out of this detestable place and take you home.” The adult took the smaller canine’s paw into his own larger paw and started to lead the cub out of the staging area and into the side lot. All along the narrow alley small stands crowded among themselves. There were stands for every possible need a new slave owner could think of. Everything from castration to convenient methods of disposing of useless slaves. As they passed a stall where a large wolf busied himself skinning a fox cub, both the adult and cub shivered as they picked up the pace hurrying past the gruesome site till they stopped at a small stand. Hanging from a crooked pole a faded wooden sign read; Tattoos, Branding, and Tags.
 
“Sir?” The little ten-year-old fox looked nervously at the sign. His tail curled up as far as it would between his legs.
 
“Please Bear, drop the sir, either call me Daddy or Saila ok?” The foon’s voice was soft and comforting as he bent over lifting the little fox into his arms. “I’m not going to lie to you, this is going to be rather unpleasant but by far one of the more gentle things I have planned for you.” Bear nodded as his daddy stroked over his large ears. The fennec shivered, his mind racing as the darkest scenarios played out in his head. So completely distracted by his thoughts he didn’t even notice when he was set down on the counter.
 
“Hello, sir,” A charming mouse looking about his forties greeted Saila. The foon looked about at various pictures, each showing various furs with tattoos, brands, and tags. As the foon browsed through a flip book Bear started to realize under his bare ass was up against cold steel. bear whined as Saila looked up.
 
He showed a picture to the rodent and smiled* “I would like to start with this but hot pink.” Bear whined as he looked over at the picture of some young fur, his anus tattooed neon green. Shivering Bear let the mouse pick him and lower him into a padded chair. The fennec boy looked at his master, his eyes welling up with tears as he strapped into a chair that resembled a dentist’s chair.
 
“Si Sir?” The fennec whimpered as his tail as strapped down leaving his tail hole exposed. His ears folded as he watched the artist prepare a tattoo gun. His tail wanted so bad to come up and protect his exposed parts. Saila frowned and lightly cuffed the cub’s fan like ears.
 
“I said don’t call me sir. Remember you belong to me, I could always return you to be ground up as meat.” The hybrid’s voice was cold and flat sending shivers up the fennec’s spine.  Bear whined as the mouse knelt between his legs.
 
“Would you like me to just do just the outside or inside as well?” The mouse asked as he started to wipe the cub’s anus clean with a rag. The gently probing around his hole made Bear feel funny, each pass of the rag made butterflies flutter in his stomach.
 
“OHHHHH” The bound fox kit moaned when the damp rag was pushed into his tight virgin hole. The sensation made the pup squirm, it burned as his hole was forced open but in a sort of pleasant sort of way. All too soon the feeling vanished leaving Bear panting and confused. Did I really like that? He thought as the mouse looked up at the older fox.
 
“Hmm do the just the outside,” Saila smiled as he watched the mouse pull on some latex gloves and pick up the tattoo gun. The foon placed a paw on Bear’s head, the warm heavy paw of the older fur gave the fox comfort as he felt more probing around his tight pucker. “Easy pup, just close your eyes and relax it’ll be over sooner than you think.” Whimpering the fennec squeezed his eyes as tight as possible before yelping loudly.
 
“YEOWCH!!” Bear hollered as a fiery pain erupted from his hole. Below the artist had begun to press the gun to the fox’s sensitive ring. Bear sobbed as the machine whirred as it stabbed its needle into his fleshy ring, turning it from a brownish color to bright hot pink. Each stab felt like a fire burning his sensitive as the mouse gently spread the cub’s hole open with two fingers. Big wet tears squeezed out from the kit’s eyelids. His owner’s paw only comforted him so much as the searing pain increased.

“That's a good pup, almost done now. Just a bit more.” Saila soothed his slave with a calm soft tone as the mouse switched out the cartridge on the gun and resumed his work. Bear, however, felt sick, the pain was overwhelming his young body. His ears drooped no longer having the energy to hold themselves up. Bear only whimpered softly as the mouse continued to ink his hole.
 
“There we go,” the mouse exclaimed as he wiped away excess ink with a fresh clean towel. The entire procedure had taken thirty minutes, the mouse felt a little sorry for the cub but he did have to admit to himself he looked adorable with his hot pink ring. In fact, he hoped the owner would add more to the cub. Standing up the tattoo artist admired his work. The cub’s hole was puffy and angry red from the assault by the needles, however, the mouse could tell after a few days the hole would be perfectly shaded in hot pink.
 
Saila ruffled Bear’s sandy brown head fur before walking around and nodding at the sight of his cub’s hole. “This looks good very good. As always you do a fine job, Eric. Now that's done I just need a few more things done. I would like you to place a barcode that I can scan in several places.”
 
“Sure that’s not hard to do do you have a picture to work from?” Saila nodded as he pulled out his smartphone, a Pawpad 3. He flicked through several apps till he found the one he was looking for. Once activated the program randomly generated a barcode, Saila tilted the phone to let the mouse study the complex design. “Hmmm, where would you like the marks and what color?”
 
Saila grinned as he pats his boy’s head. “On the inside of each ear, the top of his muzzle, on his chest, on his sheath, both legs, on each arm, ass, and his tail. I know it's a lot but he’ll probably be disassembled many times and I don’t want his parts getting mixed up with another's.” Bear’s ears as large as they are flicked at his master’s comment.
 
“Daddy?” The cub was terrified, did his master meant to kill him. Bear sobbed looking up with his blue eyes pleading for help. The foon just looked down as the mouse prepared the young fox. All the spots selected for the markings were shaved and cleaned. The kit’s body so wracked with pain and his chest heaving as his heart pumped fear adrenaline throughout his body. Every fiber of his being screamed run, run as fast as you can he is going to kill you. But all he could do was slump into the chair and accept his fate, after all, he was just trash sold to the lowest bidder. The kit barely felt as Eric set about his work tattooing the cub.
 
After a long hour of painful work, Saila admired each hot pink barcode. While the mouse had been busy working he had been working on his phone connecting the barcode to the fennec’s name, age, sex, and physical description. The foon spent a good while scanning each of the pink barcodes till he was sure that each one would register properly. Eric cleaned up the cub, giving the little boy a gentle pet. “Here I have something for good cubs” The mouse disappeared for a moment behind a counter as Bear sobbed, his energy about drained “Here we go!” Eric popped back up holding a large chocolate candy bar. He looked over at the foon first waiting for permission before handing over the treat.

“Go ahead I think he has earned it.” Saila’s muzzle grinned as he unstrapped the tired cub. He admired the cub’s fortitude, any normal ten years old would have been screaming his head off by now or passed out midway, but the fennec was only breathing shallowly. The cub was still awake, granted barely, but still awake. Saila helped the fennec to his paws, holding the young boy up as the cub tried to stand on his shaky legs. He took the big candy bar from Eric and hugged it tightly to his chest. “Now pup what do you say to the nice gentlemen?”
 
“Thannn... Thank you, sir,” Bear wobbled and crumpled only to be caught by his owner. The cub had finally reached his limit and passed out.
 
“Oops seems like he’s tuckered out.” Saila commented as he lifted the cub up. Smiling the foon adjusted the cub so he would rest comfortably. He took Bear's candy and slipped it into his pocket for later.
 
“Think this one will survive?” Eric mused as he cleaned up the fur trimmings around the chair. As the mouse dumped the fur into a trash can Saila gently pets his cub’s sleeping head.
 
“I hope so. This one seems hardier and has a much better temperament. He’s not defiant or overly submissive. I think it will lend to the procedure, the last one just didn’t have the will to live.” Saila’s paw gently stroked through the cub’s sandy colored fur as he paid the artist.
 
“I wish you the best, the Museum can’t take many more hits can it?’
 
Saila sighed and shook his head. “It can’t this is our last ditch effort. If this one fails we’ll be closed by the end of the month. The usual exhibits just are not bringing in the crowds anymore.” Sighing he nuzzled the cub slumbering in his arms with his muzzle. His Bear, his one last chance, the foon gambled hoping this one cub could turn things around. Saila gave his friend a wave goodbye as he carried his last hope out of the small shop. Carefully the foon picked his way through the busy market till he reached his car. He buckled the cub into the passenger seat and slide around to the driver’s seat. Silently he buckled himself in and started the old car. Bear whimpered in his sleep as the foon softly stroked his ears before driving off.
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