The Overlooked
This was written in about an hour and a half, it's not meant to be particularely yiffy just capture my mood for tonight. Oddly enough it did a good enough job that I'm NOT horrified by it and I'm willing to put it up anywhere so I figured why not here? It does mention genetalia and allude to other acts so be warned; I may even go somewhere with this but probably not.
Remember to read with inflection, this works best if you're almost reading it to yourself in your head or under your breath.
People and places (or the lack thereof) are not meant to coincide with any other people or places and such simmilarity is just that, coincidence. The fox only represents my mood as well, and not me in particular.
Night at a lupine slave market was usually a dull affair, this one doubly so. No matter how unwilling of frightened the merchandise was the natural transition from day to night tended to make it more relaxed and docile. This particular pack; one of the most advanced and compassionate ones (by any standards, let alone lupine ones) liked their nights quiet and trouble-free; it let them concentrate on socializing and enjoying the slaves they'd already purchased without worrying about escape attempts and kept night watch details light.
One member of such a night detail was a wolf of moderate stature; grey with no distinguishing markings and a very slight paunch of someone who's worked too many shifts and done too little cooking for himself. He was just finishing his first round of the cages, making sure the assorted species were settled for the night in whatever accommodation had been provided when he came upon a cage he'd never noticed before. In fact it looked like no-one but the feeding and cleaning staff had ever noticed it either because the inside looked as if it had been lived in for a decade; and nearly better than the guard's own apartment, if such a thing can be said of an open-air cage.
The slave inside was a red fox, taller than the guard himself and much leaner. Most foxes could never aspire to such a level of trimness; even they had curves. This one was almost angular in his cut; and the fit of his clothes... here the wolf did a double-take, the fox was wearing clothes! This couldn't be a slave; even with a collar they weren't allowed even the simplest loincloth, no less a robe, and a good looking one at that! The wolf peered into the cage more closely; noting hanging fetish gear (at least he had been given some training or had a natural kink or two in him) and a small shelf of books and bedding that was an actual quilt; not some bundle of straw but a soft (though cheap) quilt with the vulpine laying curled to one side reading a book from the shelf; an especially thick looking one.
"Who are you?" asked the guard, and the fox's tail froze in mid tail-tap. The wolf waited for a second or two while the fox's head turned slowly around and peered at him through half-moon reading glasses and gave a little brow-quirk and a quick ear-twitch that nearly dislodged the spectacles.
"Who am I? I am no-one. Why do you think I should have a name in a place like this?" The fox asked and upon seeing the lupine's blank stare sighed. "Ah, yes; my name is Gordon; though I have not been allowed to speak it for at least a decade, sir...?"
The wolf blinked and frowned. "Sir will be adequate for now. Did you just disrespect me?" His brow furrowed; he's never interacted with slaves before but he was quite sure they weren't supposed to be this...casual.
Once more the fox blinked and the worked his jaw and thought, looking back up after a second or two and shaking his head. "No sir; at least not that I had intended. It has been quite some time since I've actually spoken to someone of higher rank than myself, though, so I may have misspoken....sir."
The wolf tilted his head again and looked more carefully at the fox; quite some time? He's been a slave for nearly a decade? He looks like he's been living here quite some time and yes; I can see grey in his muzzle, even in the moonlight. "You are forgiven, but you will have to indulge my curiosity; how did you come to be in such... civilized attire for such a simple slave, and how long have you been here anyways?"
The fox smiled and sat up, placing his book on the shelf and settling himself so he faced the wolf; still laying down. "Well, the second question is the easiest; about ten years, three months, two weeks and four days... give or take a day; as for the..."
The wolf interrupted him, incredulous "You mean to tell me you've been in that cage for a full decade?! Impossible; stock never lasts more than a week here! Even the most homely slaves are sold by then and you are QUITE the specimen yourself; even with the gray."
The fox just chuckled and pointed to the weathered plate on the cage door. "That's my information; including date of capture. It's how I even tell how long I've been here myself, sir; it's also entirely accurate." He then smiled and bowed his head. "And many thanks for the compliment, sir, many others have said the same but it hasn't made any difference."
The wolf inspected the plate and huffed; outflanked again, and stood up. "Well... care to explain the jacket and bedding?"
"Oh!" The vulpine face light up immediately "The quilt was given to me by the staff my first winter after I caught a cold to keep me warm; they also give me the books; I'm a bit of a library around here now; always someone to talk to on their breaks. Anyways; as for the robe..."
"...jacket..." Interrupted the wolf.
"Ah... yes; jacket. Anyways, it was given to me by a rather attractive white wolf two years ago when I... well, started looking more distinguished." He stroked his muzzle distractedly. "He seemed to think it a fine joke to dress a slave who hadn't even been sold yet. I never saw him again unfortunately..." he sighed wistfully "...seemed so interested too."
"So it's been two years since anyone last... showed interest?"
The fox blinked and laughed. "Good gods no; sir, it's only been three months. But it's been just that; interest. I'm a reasonable price; I'm well behaved, intelligent and very flexible... " a not of irritation started creeping into his voice "Look above me! Gasmasks, feeding gags, ball-mitts, cock-gags, strap-ons, vibrators, e-stim toys; all a testament to the things I'll do for any master or mistress!" ...something in his eyes flared and his voice grew more intense, causing the wolf to step back. "Look at me! Ten YEARS in captivity and I'm still in better shape than the best stock they bring in. Lean, trim, flexible...and bored out of my skull! It doesn't even look as if my grey muzzle has lowered my chances of getting sold at all, either. What's happened since it started growing in? I've gone from 'cute' to 'handsome' with JUST the same level of actual interest and JUST the same lack of getting bought!" and he sighed and flopped his head on the quilt and sighed. "Look at me, sir. I'm forty years old... over the hill and never had a master..."
The wolf stared at him, bemused. This fox was angry about NOT being sold? He'd always expected slaves to be angry at BEING slaves, not being... overlooked? Most would beg to be overlooked he thought; but not this one. He leaned in again and then sighed and sat down on the ground outside; tail swishing over the cobbles as he reached in to pet the vulpine whom it now appeared was nearly twice his age. The fox's hackles raised at the first touch of his paw but soon smoothed out and the fox relaxed and sighed.
"Well..." asked the wolf after a few minutes, "How did you come to be here in the first place?" and briefly regretted asking as the vulpine tensed once more underneath his paw, a ribbon of steel under the soft fur, and then sighed heavily and relaxed again.
"Very well sir," he said after a long pause, "Though I shall try and keep things as short as I can. The plaque notes I was taken in exchange for debts; which is entirely true as they were my own debts. I wasn't captured so much as turned myself in though. By thirty I hadn't made anything of myself really; I had about as much luck getting work in my field as selling myself here and my 'love life', such as it was, was pretty much non-existent. No family that cared much; few friends and no lovers and a rising tide of debt so I figured it wasn't a terrible trade to live as a slave instead and chose that option; much to the surprise of my creditors."
Blinking, the wolf shook his head; ears twitching a bit self-consciously as he found himself immensely surprised as well. How could ANYONE, even a fox, find himself so unhappy with his life that he'd sell himself into slavery to settle his debts? Especially this fox; who must have been a fine specimen compared to the others in his social network. Surely he would have at least had A mate...right?
"Anyways, so I sold myself at thirty and, well, have been here ever since. Just eating and reading and exercising. Heck some of the workers even let me use the comnet once in a while; I send off the odd email to old acquaintances and the odd friend or two that hasn't gone completely silly about my situation here and basically rot."
The wolf furrowed his brow and looked straight at the fox and chose his words carefully. "So...you're telling me that you, in twenty years, haven't had sex... correct? And that no-one has so much as either tried to save or buy you in the last ten years... nor have you made any attempt to escape... is that about it?"
The fox thought for a second and nodded. "Pretty much, yes that's it. I've been here; in a den of rape and fetish and become more scholarly than anything else." He sighed again and resumed, a little more up-beat. "Oh make no mistake; the food's good, they keep the rain all the time and the sun out if I ask and provide me with some entertainment to keep me from going numb, sir, but I would still rather be in someone's house as a piece of property than sitting in the store window until I get arthritis; which it now appears I will."
The wolf blinked... surely... no. "Why do you think you haven't sold?"
Again the fox sighed and shrugged. "No clue, sir. Am I aloof? Do I radiate bitterness? Do the sarcasm and literacy drive owners off? Is everyone being polite about my appearance and not mentioning some horrendous defect I've been missing out for the last twenty years? Or is this some giant running gag that got started in high-school that no-one's decided to let me in on..." he sighed and rolled on his back, legs spread to reveal a sheath of normal size and a well cleaned sack and tailhole under the jacket. "I'm sorry sir, I'm just really unhappy about all of this. It's... frustrating..."
"...to be overlooked." The wolf nodded. "I can see that, yes." The older fox was... attractive, even in his bitterness he was handsome; but the wolf could neither afford a slave nor the embarrassment of having purchased one so much older than himself. Regardless he had to keep going. "Perhaps we'll talk again later; I have to get going and continue my rounds for tonight."
"Mmm," nodded the fox, "keep at it; I think I'll finally get to sleep sir. It's been a long day... thanks for talking with me though."
"You're welcome, Gordon."