[b][RALF][/b]

<〔 RALF BARNKOPF 〕>
<〔 ᛒᛇᚱᚾᚴᛟᚠ ᛫ ᚱᛇᛚᛖᚠ 〕>

<〔 Age : 12 〕>
<〔 ᛚᚢᛋᛁᛗ - ᛬ᚠᚷ᛬ 〕>

<〔 VIRGIN / MALE 〕>
<〔 ᛉᛌᚪᚾᚷᛖᚱ / ᛏᛟᚹᛋᛌ 〕>

<〔 Tribe : Dog (Mutt) #ddog 〕>
<〔 ᛈᚪᛋᛌᚪᚾ : ᚺᚢᚾᚻ {ᛗᛁᛏ} #ddog 〕>

<〔 Rent : [color="red"] C̩̯̍ 0.⁹⁹ (any use except snuff!) [/color]〕>
<〔 Buy  : [color="blue"] C̩̯̍ 20.⁰⁰ (-C̩̯̍ 5.⁰⁰ snuff discount!) [/color]〕>

<〔 ᚷᛖᛚᛞᛇᛚᛗ — [color="red"] C̩̯̍ 0.⁹⁹ ᛬᛬ ᛁᚾᛏᛖ ᛫ ᚪᚴ ᛫ ᚠᛌᛟᚹᛋ ᛫᛫ ᚾᛁᚾ ᛫  ᛭ᛋᚾᚢᚠᚠ᛭! ᛬᛬ [/color]〕>
<〔 ᚷᛖᛚᛞᚢᛏ  — [color="blue"] C̩̯̍ 20.⁰⁰  ᛬᛬ -C̩̯̍ 5.⁰⁰ ᛭ᛋᚾᚢᚠᚠ᛭ᛚᛟᛋ! ᛬᛬ [/color]〕>

The cage had beeped briefly when the prices changed. Normally, he slept through it, but this time the beeping woke him and, when he saw what he was 'going for'...he wasn't much inclined to sleep anymore. 

Ninety-nine cents. When the market actually opened in a couple more hours, that's what anyone would have to pay to do [i]anything[/i] they wanted to do to him. Except kill him, but if they wanted to do [i]that[/i], it was just fifteen credits more. Ralf had seen what happened to the others if their prices got dropped to this low. They were basically raped to death.  And their corpse went up for auction, after which [i]it[/i] was usually raped, too. Ralf couldn't stop staring at the red and blue numbers telling everyone that he was practically a free sample. 

He was so horrified he couldn't even cry. He just stared in numb shock at the sign of his doom.

The door to the 'pet market' banged open, and in came the morning staff. Ralf knew all of them by now - he'd been at the market nearly a month, now. While even he wasn't naive enough to think these people were his friends or cared about him in any way, they had always been nice to him. It devastated him when he saw their unsurprised reaction to his new price. One of them even started taking bets on how many 'renters' he would have before someone snuffed him. Bobby, the Rat who usually fed and washed him, was the only member of staff who was even remotely sympathetic. Once the others had started their various tasks in getting the market set up, Bobby made his way over to Ralf's cage. 

"Hey. Uh, I'm figuring you're not too happy right now. The situation you're in... it's a nightmare, I know. Look, I'll make you an offer : if you want, I can put some...ah...'feel good treats' in your food. It won't stop what's gonna be done to you, but you'll find you don't care quite as much."

Ralf came out of his daze just long enough to really compute what Bobby was saying. And [i]that[/i] was just long enough to rekindle his spirit. The normally docile pup kicked the cage door where Bobby was crouching, snarling, "Go [i]fuck[/i] yourself!"

Bobby had fallen back onto his rump, startled by the pup's sudden aggression and swearing. Snarling a bit himself, he climbed to his feet and kicked the cage back, "Fine, you little cocksleeve. I'm gonna be the first one to fuck your corpse after you're snuffed out!"

Ralf had [i]liked[/i] Bobby. The Rat was the only other Anthro staff at the market, and he'd been nice to Ralf - [i]much[/i] nicer than any of the others. But now Ralf really understood how Bobby could help sell Anthro pups to people who were going to do horrible things. Bobby, Ralf realized, was not a good person. Even his offer of drugs to make...that...hurt less - it was 'kind'...but Bobby wasn't going to lift a paw to actually save him.

The Rat was also petty. Ralf wouldn't be getting breakfast today, apparently. Fuck him. Fuck him, and him, and him, and him, and him, but Bobby most of all. Fucking traitor. Fucking [i]Rat[/i].

The market doors banged open again, this time to reveal a Wolf. The Wolf wasn't one of the staff, that much was sure. For one thing he was [i]way[/i] more muscular than any of the 'pet store' staff. He was naked other than a shiny metal collar - copper-plated and polished to a high gleam. The red metal stood out sharply against the Wolf's otherwise black fur. Despite the collar, the Wolf didn't hold himself like a beaten slave. He stood tall, composed, and confident, both paws behind his back in a relaxed manner. 

"Attention : This is a robbery. Comply with my demands and I'll allow you to live."

The Wolf's voice was soft, almost quiet, but the words stopped everyone in their tracks. The six staff and dozen or so 'pets' all suddenly had their full attention on the Wolf. 

Ralf's eyes locked with the Wolf's for a brief moment, and the pup for a moment had hope. But then the Wolf pointed to him, "My first demand : that. Bring it here." 

Dominic and Wayne were the two closest to Ralf's cage at the time, and they were hesitant. Too hesitant for the Wolf's patience, as their whole head and shoulders turned into red mist and jelly following the booming of the huge gun the Wolf had brought out from behind his back. They were gone in under a five seconds, and Ralf's ears hurt tremendously. 

That massive paw-cannon moved to line up with Bobby, "You,  Rat.  You're next unless that pup's kissing my footpaws in the next sixty seconds."

Even Ralf was a bit surprised at how quickly Bobby scrambled across the room, unlatched Ralf's cage, and manhandled the struggling pup over to grovel at the Wolf's paws. Under the Wolf's murderous glare, Bobby practically slammed Ralf's muzzle against the Wolf's footpaws, screaming, "Kiss 'em! He's gonna fucking kill me! Kiss his fucking paws, bitch!"

Though he was vaguely aware he was taking a huge risk, Ralf fought against the Rat's attempts to get him to kiss those paws, hoping the traitor would get his comeuppance. 

He was not disappointed, though he hadn't realized just how gross getting splattered with hot gore at close range would feel. 

The gun moved to point down at Ralf, just as the boy looked up at the Wolf. Their eyes locked again for a moment,  and Ralf kept the contact up as long as he could while he slowly lowered himself and licked the top of the Wolf's nearer footpaw. The gun, thankfully, moved away as the Wolf threw his head back and laughed. When he looked down at Ralf again, he was smiling, "Oh, I'm definitely keeping [i]you[/i]."

One of the staff members sneezed, which snapped the Wood attention away from his new pet. The gun came to point at the sneezer, "OK,  we're on part two, now. Money. Last person to donate to the 'please, don't kill me, Mr Wolf' fund [i]gets turned into jell-o[/i]. C'mon, 'ungentlemen', clock's ticking!"

The staffers panicked. The Wolf quickly accumulated a healthy pile of jewelry, along with various denominations and nationalities of currency. It wasn't quite a dragon's hoard, but it was still a fairly respectable haul. The terrified humans even robbed the corpses of their coworkers in their desperation. 

The Wolf shot the remaining three staffers without giving them the slightest warning. He then dragged all the bodies into the center of the room. Ralf sat near the Wolf's loot pile,  watching in fascinated horror (and more than a bit of schadenfreude) as the staff were dispatched. After several reloads, the remaining pets in the market were similarly eliminated. Then it was just the Wolf, Ralf, and the bodies. 

There was a long and awkward silence, finally broken by Ralf, "Are you going to kill me, too?"

The Wolf shrugged, "Maybe. Will you suck my dick?"

"Yes," Ralf replied instantly.

"Let me fuck you? Will you drink piss?..." Every answer was the same. Ralf had no hesitation about it - he knew pleasing the Wolf equaled surviving. If the Wolf asked him to do something, Ralf had to do it. 

The Wolf seemed a little disappointed with Ralf's compliance, and the pup wondered briefly if putting up at least a token reluctance might please the Wolf more. Finally, the Wolf said, "Here's the deal, you obey. You do what I say when I say it, I'll keep giving you food and stuff - I'll take care of you. But, the moment you disobey me [i]in the slightest[/i], and I'll strangle you to death and dump your corpse in an alley."

Ralf nodded eagerly, "I can do that."

The Wolf smiled, "Good puppy. Now, let's get away from this massacre. By Dog! What was I thinking? There are cubs around!"

Ralf laughed at the dry sarcasm in the Wolf's voice and couldn't help his tail wagging. He nudged the 'loot' with his footpaw, "What are we doing about this stuff...er...Mr. Wolf?"

"I like that! 'Mr. Wolf'! That's adorable, keep calling me [i]that[/i]. And uh...fuckit, let's see here..."

When the Black Wolf and young mutt left, both were wearing as much jewelry as they could wear.