anything and everything

the Fox

Again not my usual quality I died inside, sorry 😭
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Ever since he could walk, Kit knew his purpose. He was a cute little boy, a fox hybrid with the charm of both a boy and a girl. A very androgenous body. Lithe and nimble.

Kits parents needed food. They needed money. People have food to hungry little boys who were cute enough.  Quick and quiet little boys could take wallets from pockets without anyone spotting them.

He'd been caught a handful of times before. Usually his parents could talk him out of it. Promise he'd get a lashing and skip town a few days later. He did get quite a beating if he got caught anyways, especially if they had to pay a fine to get him back.

Now at 12 he wasn't as cute and small anymore. People were less willing to hand him food and more likely to tell him to find work. His parents needed a better use for him. Better yet, they'd get rid of him to the top price. After all, he wasn't bringing in enough money to be worth keeping around any longer.

That's exactly what they did.

"Sir?" Zorro was near silent in his footsteps.

"Hmm, what is it?" His master looked up from his work.

Zorro's ears pinned back at the aggressive tone. He was supposed to only be seen when the master wanted to play with him. That's all he was, a toy.  "The maids asked me to fetch you for supper."

"Tell them I'm busy."

"Yes sir." Zorro was quick to take his leave. The master was in a bad mood, he needed to make himself scarce. It wasn't very fun when the master used him to relieve stress.

. . . . . . .

"Ren!"

"Coming sir!" Renard answered, drying his hands from the dishes he'd been working on and rushing to answer the call.

The master had a few friends he liked to bring around. They would drink, smoke, and gamble together. Renard often acted like a servant to them in those instances.

In the three years he'd been here, he'd settled in better. He'd earned the masters favor so he no longer had to walk on eggshells quite as much. It was still best to not anger the master however, being his toy wasn't so bad with a little bit of practice. It hardly left him sore anymore.

"How old is he now?" Jaque asked the Master.

"He's 15. The adult coat will be coming in soon. Much nicer than this pup fluffy he's still go going on." The Master took Renard by the chin and tugged lightly on his ear to show it off.

"He's becoming quite the looker. Perhaps you should have him wear a maids dress, instead of the butlers uniform." Jaque walked over behind Renard, still held in his master's grasp.

"Do you share him?" Jaque asked.

"Share?" The master raised a brow, releasing Renard's chin and allowing him to stand straight again.

"How many silver to borrow him for a night?" Jaque clarified.

There was a devious look in the Masters eye. He wasn't a jealous man but he was a greedy one. If it was with someone he knew wouldn't steal or break his fox then, perhaps a few coins would be worth the while.

"For a first time use, five silver. But you better not break by fox." The master decided. "And if you want him again it'll be more."

"He's by far worth the price." Jaque fished his coin pouch out of his purse and paid the Master his share. He then grabbed Renard by the hair to pull him closer and force him to look up.

"Master?" Renard looked to his master for a command.

"Obey Jaque. He is your master tonight." The master commanded.

A rising sense of dread filled his chest but Renard only nodded. "Yes sir."

And so it went. If one night it was not the master then it was a friend of the masters. If not a friend then someone he was trying to impress. Well into his twenties that was the lift Zorro lived.

It wasn't so bad. He learned to have fun in the time he was alone. If he viewed the pairings as his choice, if he tried to seduce them instead of being commanded, it was enjoyable. In fact, his partners tended to be nicer to him when he was willing.

the master got mad if his partners hurt him too badly as well. The day he woke with a black eye he thought the master would murder someone. He was satisfied with the balance he had.

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"You should breed him." Jaque offered.

"Why would I do that?" The master asked.

They didn't care Kit could hear them. He was having a well earned lunch just the room over however he focused on eating quieter when he heard them speaking.

"Hes a handsome purebred fox. And he's got that magic mark on him. His kits would sell for a good price. Hell id probably buy one."

"You might be onto something. I'll look into it. Zorro!"

Kir set down his fork and got up. He could finish his meal later. His heart sank as he entered the room. The idea of being bred wasn't so bad but to force more kids into his position...

"Master, I will not be having children." Zorro spoke. He rarely made demands of his master, he knew better than to do such a thing. But he wanted to make it clear that he would not do this.

"You're an adult now. It's about time you do." His master dismissed his concern.

Kit was 26. Hardly a kit anymore though he was still called that at times. "I don't care what you do to me master. I will not have children."

Kit didn't notice the hand coming in time to brace for it, the slap sending his head to the side. He touched his cheek, feeling the heat from the contact, and turned to his master once again with defiant eyes. "I will not be bred."

. . .

His concerns went unheard. Jaque offered to change Renard's mind and was allowed to do whatever he pleased to the fox. It was a punishment more than a persuasion. To teach him for being disobedient.

But it didn't change his mind. When his master went through with his plans and found a purebred fox, Kit found himself stuck with a hard decision.

He's run away from his master and refuse to have children or die trying.

Unfortunately it would end up being the latter.