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Get comfortable folks, because this is a long one. Its about 38% background and description, 33% sex, and 29% non-sex story. Still I think its good because it explains almost EVERYTHING. However if you do not have that time, I strongly advise you read this first section. If you don't want to keep going, I don't have a shorter version and you'll miss a lot, but I will make it very obvious where the story and sex starts and where the background mainly ends. I'm telling you though, if you have the time, read it. Anyways I hope you like it, I wrote it a while ago, just never uploaded it. It is the first of a series called the Chronicles of Colin or CoC. ENJOY! :3

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"Come Colin, it's time to get up!"

My ears twitched towards the sound of that familiar voice.

"Breakfast time!"

"Be right there!" I yelled in response. I rolled onto my back and gave a pleased sigh. I have a good life. I want to tell you a little about it.

My appearance could be described as a fox with a fit body. I'm about 2.5 feet high, while on all fours like normal, and about 4.5 feet when I stand on my hind legs. Travelers say I have one of the silkiest, most well groomed pelts they have ever seen on a fox. However this doesn't really mean too much to me, as most of these travelers have seen only one or two other foxes. I am covered in orange fur except on my ears, which have black tips, my stomach, which unlike other foxes, is black just like my paws. My tail is special as it has 3 colors on it, orange, white in the middle and black on the end. (To see the types of sketching, go to my artwork). Moving on, my master, the one who was just calling my name, is Max. He feeds me, cares for me and he legally owns me. Our relationship is more of a friendship/good business friend. He has looked after me since I was a pup. He would do anything for me, and I for him. He isn't to happy when I put my life on the line for him, and I know how dangerous it can be if I died. The impact caused by the death of another fox would be dire. You see, here on Mathock, we foxes are a dying breed.

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End here and skip ahead if you wish to skip background of his world, what happened to the foxes, and Colin's special abilities and profession. I WOULD ADVISE READING IT, AS IT PROVIDES A LOT OF INFO, BUT I DO NOT REQUIRE IT. THERE IS NO SHORTER CONDENSED VERSION WITH JUST THE IMPORTANT INFO, SO IF YOU SKIP YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTANDING SOMETHING LATER. If you are here only for the sex part, then go ahead and skip it. There will be a note below when the description ends.

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My once mighty race was diminished then scattered as a result of the Extinction War. It was named that primarily because the world thought the foxes were planning to make all other species extinct, but instead it almost made the foxes extinct. On the day of their final conquest, the destruction of the Avenda Palace, the grand fox army gathered on a nearby hill. It was a force composed of almost every fox on the planet, both male and female. Every fox was a trained warrior; even those at home from injuries or caring for children were well-trained killers. We are naturally strong, and a week of professional nonstop training will give a fox the same skill and strength that a marine earns after years of training. So when the entire force was gathered in preparation to attack, the hill exploded. The blast killed less than a quarter of the normal, low rank infantry, but it killed all of our officers from the rank of sergeant up. Chaos ensued as thousands of foxes, which were expecting the enemy to surrender, were now command-less. Instead of scattering and fleeing, the foxes tried to help their fallen leaders, but broke formation and became a clump of foxes trying to heal their leaders using magic. It was to no avail, the blast had killed them all instantly as they wore no armor.

In fact, foxes rarely ever wore armor, it was usually only for solo havoc missions where one fox would be sent behind enemy lines, announce themselves to the enemy, and start killing until everyone was dead, or they had died themselves. Armor otherwise just slows us down, it hinders our speed and makes us an easier to hit target for archers, neither of which matter much when you are surrounded by enemies. The hill had been scouted out and supposedly secured the day before, with a guarantee of no danger or nearby foes waiting to ambush them, another reason for the officers to not wear armor.

Suddenly, during the commotion, someone yelled "Attack!!" and not knowing what else there was to do, the foxes attacked. When the battle was over the foxes had won, that palace was half razed and half burning, and not a single palace defender drew breath. However our command-less force had not accomplished the task with as much ease as expected. How could they have? The original plan of attack was known only by the officers and a few squad leaders, of whom there were not nearly enough to coordinate and direct the attack.

Only around 200 foxes survived. Even though the war was victorious, there was no leader or commander to negotiate with the conquered to demand money, land or other things. With no one in charge, and so many lost, the foxes gathered the bodies of their friends or family, and returned to their homes. It was several days before news of what had happened was publicly known, everyone at the palace was killed, and the remaining foxes didn't know how to say they had won but still lost their army and commanders. Even though the remaining foxes went home and simply wanted to just grieve and remorse for the fallen, tensions of hate towards them was still high. Often a fox would be taunted where he or she went, whether they fought or not. Even then, a fox would not let their honor and the names of the fallen be ridiculed, and even those tired of war would fight those who insult and taut the foxes. Even when a fox that acted in self-defense would kill groups of peasants, the hate towards foxes grew. Soon full out skirmishes would follow foxes almost wherever they went, and those who used to insult the foxes now brought weapons with them, not just words. Problem was, the more it happened, the more peasants were killed, and the more everyone else hated these warrior foxes. Soon, foxes were attacked at their homes while sleeping. The adult males were killed, the females were raped while a knife was held at her neck by another invader to ensure she did not use magic, and then the two would switch. After they were done, she would be chained up, put into a sealed crate and asked nicely not to use magic or fight back so her captors wouldn't have to kill her pups. Those captured, vixens and pups, were displayed in public chained up, starved and dehydrated. It was cruel and sick, even those who watched would later remark that they would feel sick and disgusted with themselves for even letting it occur, let alone cheer them on.

After this happened twice, many foxes moved to the dense forests where they made homes and hid. Here they set traps and planned to defend from invaders, which they would have done at their homes but whenever a home was raided, there were at least 20 strong male attackers involved, usually more. As time went on, fox homes became harder to find, and foxes usually made no aggressive moves towards anyone else unless trapped. Tensions dropped and people relaxed, as the foxes were no longer a threat, but instead were now a rare thing. That was about 62 years ago, we are now scattered and our numbers unknown, but estimated as few. Any free fox is still in constant danger because of our unique abilities no other species has. This is another reason we were hated; many other species were jealous of our abilities and furious they were not gifted with them as well.

Now, when the world was created, foxes were given many superior advantages over all other creatures. Each fox can use magic, which can have an infinite number of uses, with training of course, without training magic can be used, but can be dangerous for the user and uncontrolled. All foxes are naturally powerful warriors from birth. We have the fastest reflexes, the most adept senses and the quickest learning minds. Yet our most unique and the most incredible aspect of a fox is our reproduction. Any fox, male or female, can mate with the member of another species, and the offspring would be the same species as the one the fox mated with. This happens with no defects of any kind nor does the offspring inherit anything from the fox. If a fox mated with a wolf, the offspring would be a wolf, with no resemblance of a fox or any of the abilities of a fox. Additionally, foxes can control their own fertility at will. A male may choose when his seed is sterile and when it is potent. A female can choose when her ovaries produce eggs and when they do not.

These gifts have created jealousy among almost every other creature for centuries. Before the war a fox was usually an exhaled creature, an honored member of the community and someone who is certainly not to be crossed. The foxes had always existed peacefully with others until a band of jealous animals began speaking out against them. Soon they had gathered the support of many across the land, believing the foxes should share the gifts or should use them to help others for free. Some foxes tried this, but often were constantly helping others, day and night. It was believed that a fox did not need to sleep if they have all these other powers, and that sleep was just an excuse for them to not help. Soon even those who tried to do this became unable. But it wasn't until a group of foxes stopped some of these rebellious followers from demanding a family of worn out foxes to assist with dangerous, tedious and unnecessary work. Even though the foxes that intervened saved the family from being worked to death, the rebels were furious and demanded their workers back. When the rebels were told that they had treated a family like their personal slaves, the rebels attacked. The one fox that was killed was the speaker, who was the first to be attacked. The remaining foxes grabbed the family and fled safely away, but the rebels demanded that the family be returned and their "kidnappers" hung. This did not bode well and soon the anti-fox leaders declared that any fox who does not use their gifts for others at all times should be killed.

Each city handled this differently, some agreed and worked the foxes hard, and others simply believed the foxes should be killed or kicked out. But in some small towns where everyone knows each other, they attempted to help the fox members, even protect them. (Side note important to next part: each species has its own specific leadership of some kind that has no authority but makes decisions and suggestions that benefit the species as a whole, they can also defend a member of their race in a cross species incident where their species would matter, so not something like a murder or theft, those are just crimes.) Soon, the Grand Fox Council meet and declared something must be done. They issued a formal request: that all foxes go to the city of Grayfoland as quickly as possible. There, all foxes would be guaranteed safety until the problem was solved.

As requested, the foxes went, some stayed behind, but those who did lived in the small friendly towns previously mentioned. They would still help any foxes passing by on their way to Grayfoland by providing food and shelter for the night. The council was about to demand peace and a return to the way it was before, else they would declare war. On the day of blackened sorrows, the fortress walls surrounding Grayfoland had been splattered in blood on the outside. Covering the ground were at least a hundred fox bodies, burnt and charred, but not yet turned to ash. During the previous night, hundreds of rebels had planned to invade the towns still welcoming foxes where they then captured and fox they could, killed any who were too dangerous and burned their homes. The rebels then brought all foxes, dead and alive, to Grayfoland, where they were cut open, their blood splashed on the walls and then their bodies charred slowly, burning them, but not enough to char the skin and burn the fur, leaving a sickening smell. At this, the Grand Fox Council declared war, and every fox in Grayfoland agreed, and because every fox still alive wanted war, the council could declare it. Before the rest of the world knew this, an elite group of about 40 foxes scoured the area and tracked the monsters responsible for the day of blackened sorrows. When they were found, the foxes ripped off every shred of fur, flesh and meat they could without killing the prey. When the defilers were nothing but shreds of meat with spots of fur begging for death, they were burned alive.

So war was declared and fighting ensued. Details of every battle are not needed, but basically the foxes won every battle that was fought, only 3 losses hindered them in a war of maybe 50 some odd standoffs. These were lost because we were ambushed, had far less numbers, or during one 'battle', even though it was more of a small skirmish, when we surrendered. A fox scouting party of about 15 ran into and killed the scouting party for a regiment of enemy forced, but an enemy scout "accidentally" escaped and reported of the fox party. When the foxes were surrounded they surrendered, creating what the rebels called a 'victory'. We consider that our victory as the captured scouts then killed the prison guards during the night and freed a small group of young male foxes who thought they could fight too. More than half the enemy regiment was killed, the young boys were safely rescued and all 15 scouts escaped, the worst injury was a fractured paw from when the fox broke his magic restrain by hand, which meant his hand could no longer be affected by magic, positively, negatively, nor could it be used to direct magic. This was a big loss, but it allowed him to remove the restraints from the others, oddly they prevent magic from being used and can permanently damage magic, but they can be removed and destroyed by magic.

Still, foxes went from respected contributors, to a valuable commodity. That hasn't changed in 63 years since the war ended. Today, foxes are used as a moneymaker, considering our many unique abilities. Some foxes are skinned every few years, their pelts sold to the highest bidder. Some are free-roaming mercenaries; the most powerful and expensive warriors for hire. Despite their powerful reputation, these live in the most danger, as they are still free. As a precaution fox mercenaries generally work as a pair on any task, and can watch each other's backs. The only other foxes that are still free are families still hidden in scattered places.

If a fox den (hiding foxes don't have homes, they're forced to live in the ground. its sick) with a family is found, it is generally left alone, but the news of its existence spreads quick. Even though everyone may know where it is, almost nobody even dares to go near it. A fox is dangerous, as you know. Now, imagine a powerful fox, who is living in a hell, one of the few survivors of a species, who is protecting their children, and times it by 2 (2 parents). In addition to the extra dangerous parents, there could be who knows how many foxes of any age are living there. I have heard of 5 attempts by people to capture a fox family from their den. Only one was actually successful, with less than a quarter of the attackers surviving. Each time it was attempted the attackers would learn something new, the ones who ran away, but an attacked family always moved quickly after. Now, no den is assaulted unless the number of foxes is confirmed and the attackers have at least 10 times as many men, all who are well trained and armed. For any lone soul to approach a den, its suicide without the letter. Doesn't matter who you are, what training you have or anything. Because of the danger they live in, they are extremely defensive with no remorse. If any creature were to get within 25 yards of a den, whether on purpose or by accident, would be lucky if their dead body fell within 24 yards of the den.

Now, as suicidal as it is, the successful capture of a family would mean a BIG ASS payday. I heard that the survivors of the only successful capture made about 3 million each! (That's a lot! here, we don't have billionaires, the richest person in the WORLD has about 34 million) still regardless of worth, trapping a family of natural born warriors, all who are capable of magic, is not a "difficult" task, its something far more extreme that a word for it does not exist. In fact there is a saying related to it, some examples are like "getting a bug to become an elephant is like single-handedly catching a fox and living!" or "man, getting that promotion is like trying to catch a fox by yourself! Its brutal!" and things like that. In fact it usually takes about 5-10 specialists to catch a single unarmed fox, and even then several don't usually make it to pay day. You can't ambush or surprise a fox, we can sense the presence of other when in close proximity, and we can sense when something is wrong, like a trap.

The most successful captures are done by surrounding the fox then basically throwing yourselves at it with restraints and magic disablers. The first time I ran away I was still extremely young. Some passing foxhunters noticed me and tried to take me. The 3 surrounded me and knew that I was still really young and all alone. I had killed one, knocked another unconscious and had injured the 3rd, but I was becoming tired and weak. They had gotten a magic disruptor collar on me, and the final guy was about to just pick me up and throw me in a cage when Max showed up. He stopped the them from taking me by proving he was my owner. he paid them some money and took me home. he saw the fear in my eyes as they had almost taken me for who knows what and did little chastising. Since then I haven't really "run away" with the intention of staying away. Sometimes I'll disappear, but Max doesn't worry and return in a day or two because capture could mean a shitty new use for me.

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HERE IS WHERE THE MAIN BACKGROUND ENDS. THE STORY PICKS UP WITH MY EMPLOYMENT AND BEGINS INTO MY HISTORY AND THE SEX. Hope you enjoy this, if you have time, go back and read as much as you can of the background, it'll explain a lot.

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Now, I am very lucky to be a mating fox. My reproductive specialties are used in various ways. Sometimes the local authorities call upon Max and ask him if I can help 'stimulate' the population of some local, diminishing species, usually birds, which is never fun. Birds are one of the few non-sentient species (other than bugs, insects and fish). These are fairly uncommon but pay quite well. A normal job will pay quite a fair sum, along with a possible variation depending on how my abilities were used, but I'll cover more of that later.

Max is far with the money, I usually get two steaks daily (cows are another non-sentient species. It is believed they were geniuses before the mad-cow epidemic hit. Mad-cow rapidly decayed brain compactly, mental functions and the will to strive), which is a fair amount. I am also given shelter, some desirable objects (like games) and I am treated with respect.

Now, most of my 'clients', who seek me for my mating abilities, are your basic, average animals. Some want to be pleasured by the mightiest creature ever known. Some come for my seed, wanting offspring of their own but are unable to find a mate or some other problem, most of which is ignored by my fox sperm who achieve conception when it was considered impossible. This is where the variation of pay comes in. If the client wants a child, they are charged a little extra. If the client wants only sex but no child, they pay the flat rate. If the client wants sex but they don't want me to ejaculate, they have to pay a pretty good bit extra. I discovered this on my own, however it is difficult to do this and that's why it's a good bit more.

So, I basically get paid the pretty penny to fuck. A nice, safe, profitable and pleasurable job not enough foxes are given. It's a perfect fit though, even my immune system is special, allowing no STD or illness to affect me, and it kills any virus that enters my body so I cannot be a carrier. The only danger I usually face is a crazy client. I don't do this job by choice exactly, as Max is my owner, but given the other things I could be used for, I am happy where I am. Plus, while Max has legal property of me, giving him the right to do with me what he will, I am treated properly. We have a sort of father-son relation, he takes care of me and he did raise from a pup, only a father probably wouldn't let his son do what I do. Still, we live in a home together and have a happy life.

I don't work daily, as Max understands that it would get to the point where I begin to become displeased, but I get paid well enough that I don't need to. Most days we have an average day, I do things I enjoy, like sleeping or training my magic or fighting, and Max often reads or writes stories. Our interactions are fairly close to relation between a dog and human on the planet Earth.

Earth is the only known planet where humans are dominant, and the only planet ever explored. Earth is fairly close to us, but our planet is apparently unseen by the humans. Once a human spacecraft crashed on the planet and our top scientist, which included some foxes, recreated their own version of it. Now, 100 years later, one can travel to Earth for relatively cheap, but can only return once every 10 years, as we don't want the humans to discover us. As far as I know, very few travel to earth.

Anyway, there is the base history of my life, the boring part anyway, but it was informational and important! So thanks for sticking around, and as your reward I'll move on to the fun part!

While I love my life, it wasn't always so great. When I was very young, too young to breed, I was not allowed outside. Max was there, and he did care for me then too, but his business partner, Cody, was heartless. Cody was a cruel pit-bull who would lock me in a cage whenever I wasn't eating, excersizing, or relieving myself, all of which were done under his supervision. Max didn't like it, but knew he shouldn't get emotionally attached to me for business reasons. This was the routine until the day Max pulled me out of my cage and whispered into my ear;

"Today you'll be doing your job, and this is what you'll do from now on." Max said looking sad.

I was confused, but when I asked, he wouldn't respond. He didn't even look at me and he never stopped frowning. He brought me into a room that had a big bed, a couch and a sink. On the bed sat a cat (in a hat! Sorry couldn't resist for some reason). I looked up at Max then back down at the cat. She (the cat) looked sort of uncomfortable but still smiled at me.

Max again whispered, "Do whatever she wants, if you do there's a big treat in it for you."

I didn't know what she wanted, but if I could get a decent meal (Cody fed me some cheap crap) then I was up for it. Still, I was clueless and wanted to know more.

"Ok, but what am I doing? Who is she?" I asked

He responded, "You'll know soon enough" and set me on the bed right next to her. I looked up and smiled clueless at her.

"Hello there, I'm Rosa." She said in a soft voice.

"Hi, I'm Colin"

Cody appeared at the door and said to Rosa, "He is still a virgin, he probably doesn't even know what sex is yet! But not to worry, he will get you a child, no doubt there." He used a tone I never heard him use before, one I wouldn't hear again.

"Oh," Rosa suddenly blushed a bit, "thank you." She meekly replied as Cody and Max were closing the door on their way out.

"So...what is sex? He was right, I don't have a clue." I was hoping Rosa could at least tell me what's going on.

She giggled. "How about I just teach you, hmm? You'll really like it, it's a lot of fun." She said looking a bit more comfortable but still blushing.

"Ok," I responded, "I'm supposed to do whatever you say anyway!"

With that she began to undress. She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra strap. Her ample breasts were round and they looked soft and tender. As I watched her I began to feel warm and excited. As she removed her pants from her furry hips I realized that my penis was beginning to poke out. This usually only happened when I had to relieve myself. So deciding not to wet the bed in front of her, I excused myself.

"I went not too long ago, but I think I must use the restroom, excuse me I'll be right back."

As I stood to leave she did something I never would have expected. She placed a gentle paw on my member and stroked it. It was now fully exposed and I feared I would piss in her paw.

She saw my worries and settled my fears by explaining, "Don't worry, that's what is supposed to happen. You're doing great!"

I was not completely convinced, but I was told to do whatever she wanted, and she wanted me to say. She continued undressing by removing her underwear. I watched as a well-groomed vagina emerged and gave off a... a... a 'stimulating' smell, I suppose. Remember, this is the first time I had even seen a vagina. She grabbed my member and began to stroke it. Her warm paw massaging my tender muscle was so amazing. She stopped and adjusted her body on the bed.

"Here, let me lie down so I can show you what sex is."

I moved out of the way so she could lie down on her back. I was sitting on the end of the bed opposite to where her head lay. She spread her legs and pulled them towards her, raising her knees to the air. I was looking directly at her slit, which had a mesmerizing effect, and I also noticed it looked a little wet. I determined that it created the wonderful smell describable as...tasty. At the time, I thought this was very odd, but later found out that it actually is quite tasty! But getting back to the excitement at hand.... My member was like a radiator after that, giving off heat, as it was stiff, pressed against my stomach as I watched. She looked at me and smiled. She stretched her arms between her legs and opened her palms towards me.

She said in a seductive voice, "Come here cutie, lets make me some kitties!" All her awkwardness from before was gone.

Instead of trying to figure out what she had actually meant, I just did as I was told. I put my front paws on either side of her slender stomach and inched closer. She stopped me when my hips were about touching hers, but my member only just hovered above her slit. When the tip of my member slid ever so slightly into her slit, Rosa gave me a little pull. I felt a quick rush of warmth and pleasure. I looked down to see my penis mostly in her slit. I blushed; this was all new to me. When I looked up Rosa smiled in a way that told me this is what she had been waiting for. I thought of what the next step might be and went for it. I slowly moved forward, pushing my thick shaft deeper into her warm, wet slit. The deeper I went, the tighter she became, the more pleasure I felt and the more she moaned. I again guessed that sex was the combination of the warmth, contact and the good feeling (I can't explain what I mean by good feeling in better words, other than telling you I wanted more.) Soon my member stopped, I gave it a little push, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough that it should keep going. It wouldn't budge, I stopped, guessing that sex was done. My initial thoughts were, 'How anti-climactic! I mean that felt GREAT! Now, there's nowhere to go?!'

After a second or two she sat up with a bit of a frown. "Why did you stop? You were doing so well."

"I got all the way in though, look!" I responded.

I lifted my upper body to show her that my member was almost entirely lodged into her body. "See!" I exclaimed, "What else am I supposed to do?"

She gave a sort of scoff/chuckle, which made me feel like a stupid idiot.

"You're supposed to pull it almost all the way out, but not entirely, then push it back in. You keep doing this and you start going faster." She explained.

"But how will I know when to stop?" Concerned that I might go on forever.

"Don't worry," she said, "you'll know when you're done."

I began to argue but she then kissed me. She placed her paws around my muzzle as our lips locked. My thoughts of worry faded as she held me.

She broke the kiss and said, "Shh, no more talking, just do like I said."

Without even as much as andOK', I obliged her. At first I started slow, because I was trying to go as far out as I could without coming out. After a short while, she leaned up and grabbed my hips. She guided them in and out in a rhythmic pattern. This felt much better than what I was doing, as well as being much easier. The speed, her warm, wet walls lubricating my every thrust into her body, the intoxicating sent that just floated off her fur. It was heavenly. I now started moaning in pleasure from the contact and pleasure. She began giving small, stifled screams. This worried and frightened me at first, not enough to make me stop and ask if she is ok, but still. I put my doubts to rest when many of the screams became yelps of "yes!" and unworriedly continued mating the fine feline. Soon I had another odd feeling in my member, different than before, but still not like I needed to pee. I assumed this was another part of sex. Soon I began feeling almost tingling in my member as the sex became really good. I was now going entirely in every time and really fast. Because I didn't want the sex to end yet, I flexed the muscles in my member to hold anything that would be in there for a while. This seemed to work, but as I continued humping her soft body, something began to build up near the base of my member. Because I didn't know what it was, I resolved to remove my member before something burst.

I gave her one last good hard thrust, deeper than ever before and then began to take it out. However, the spot on my member which had been building seemed to now be swollen into a lump. I realized I was stuck inside her with my entire length still in her. Then what I feared most happened. Out shot the stuff that was building in my member. She screamed and gashed when it hit and I thought I had hurt her. Despite my efforts I couldn't stop. Whatever it was, it filled her up quick as it began trying to push past my lump to get out. As some of it began to overflow her slit seemed to grab my member and try to pull it back in. (that was her reaching her climax and having an orgasm but I didn't know it) I was trying to remove my member before I got in trouble, but it was difficult to want to end something soo good. With each burst I felt a load of pleasure. I tried sitting up to get a better angle, but was quickly pulled back down by Rosa. She held me close against her breasts and put her muzzle to my ear.

She whispered, "No, no,no. This is what I came here fore sweetie. You did perfect."

She kissed me and laid my head across her soft, inviting chest. We lay like this for a while, me on top of her, our bodies still connected. I then realized how much energy I had spent mating her and yawned. Rosa said "Thank you" as I drifted off in the soft furry cloud of her body.

I awoke in Max's arms, he was having an argument with Cody.

"He did well today, he needs to rest," Max argued, "Tomorrow would be too soon! He can't possibly be ready!"

"He can and he will," barked Cody's cruel voice, "That expensive piece of merchandise has done nothing but eat, sleep and shit for the past two and a half years! What do we have to show for it? One pay day, that's all we've got!"

"He is still just a kid, you can't blame him!" Max turned and set me on the table, believing I was still asleep.

Cody didn't care if I was asleep or not. He yelled, "I don't give a FUCK! It is a money making tool of business, not a goddamn pet! It should be treated no differently than how a trader treats his goods."

"Hey I'm right here!" I cut in, becoming displeased with the conversation.

"Shut the fuck up!" Cody screamed back, "you don't have a say in this."

I was insulted, "Of course I do! You don't rule my life, you don't own me!"

*SMACK*

Cody hit me with the back of his paw and said mockingly, "Wrong you little crap, I do own you!"

Max snapped. He punched Cody square in the nose, drawing blood. Cody staggered back and stood for a moment before he spoke.

"Fine..." Cody muttered, "I'll just take him, as I was the one who bought him, along with today's profit to cover my nose! You've been nothing but a fucking waste of time Max!"

Max immediately became sorrowful and begged Cody realizing what he had done. "Please Cody, wait! I'm sorry, I got carried away, you can't take him, please!"

Cody didn't even look at Max as he grabbed the money and headed towards me.

I growled, "Well I'm no going anywhere with you" and I crouched ready to strike.

"You don't have a choice you little rat! I own you and you can't stop me!"

At that I acted on instinct and concentrated on Cody. This was the first time I had successfully used magic. I was attacking Cody's mind with my own mind. He fell on the floor, holding his head, trying to fight back. Max saw that Cody might win and punched Cody in the stomach to disrupt his concentration. This allowed me instant control of Cody's thoughts and actions. I told him to calm down and stand. As he stood Mad got ready to punch him again, but Cody stood there, eyes blank and his body unmoving. I was giving him orders, ones he could not disobey. I released my control from him, and he glared at me.

He said under his breath, "Damn you." gave the money to Max and left.

Max turned to me looking confused and asked, "What did you tell him to do?"

"I ordered him to serve the rest of his life as a pet dog to humans on earth, and to give you full ownership of me." I exhaled, suddenly out of breath. Suddenly I felt weak and dizzy, I probably had gotten half an hour of sleep between Rosa and the fight.

"Thanks, you did well. I promise to treat you right" Max honestly vowed.

I nodded my head as my eyes began to flutter. Quickly my eyes closed shut and I passed out.

It has been two years since then. Max has raised me properly and I now do my job of my on free will. Now, I have had some memorable clients, not all of whom I am excited to see when they come, but I do them anyway because of Max. I will share with you many of these stories, in good time. But pertaining to the time this happened is the same time when Max educated me about the history of Foxes and their lives today. We found out that being a fox can be quite dangerous, which leads to another story that I will tell later because right now, I have to eat! I'm famished but I don't have a client today so I'll be back soon to tell you more!

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That's the end of COC part 1 chapter 1, the beginning! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you ever don't understand something, just ask! Many more are on their way, but probably won't be out too soon. Still, enjoy the story!