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Not sure about this one... It came to me in a dream, believe it or not.

Rain

Rain fell, and anger consumed what was a good fox. An empty hate burned, and a broken sadness loomed over him. The cell he was in was damp and cold, and a rank odd odor hung over the area. Fear ate away at the fox as he awaited his next auction, where his new tormenter would be revealed. He stared out of the cell window at the cold rain outside, and wondered, wondered just what it would be like to be out there, washing away all the filth and blood on his fur. To feel freedom, to revitalize what has died... He yearned for it with his heart, his soul, both hurt, sad, afraid, and dying. He pressed his hand against the glass, and felt a small shard of hope and life that he had managed to keep alive, even after the horrors of his life had begun to crush him. The moisture from the rain was on the glass, and it wet the fox's hand, giving him a small bit of water, which he then licked off. He turned and grabbed his tail. It had a huge gash on it, just slightly smaller than the one he had running across his stomach. His previous master had pulled out a knife on him. The wound was still open, too. He would die soon, he could feel it.

Cries came from joining cells, echoing up and down the hallway. Plenty of other furs were trapped and confined, just as the fox was. They were all just as terrified, also. The fox turned from the window and sat down on a small bench. It was cold, but it was better than what most facilities had. In fact, the slave compound that he was in had one of the highest standards, in terms of slave accommodations. It was sad, actually, as quarters were tight, cold, and wet. The rooms were dirty, and the slaves were not fed well. At least they had rooms, the fox thought. The other times he was caught or sold, he was stuck in a kennel, or something similar. The fox sighed, and waited. Any moment now, a guard would walk in and take the whole cell block to the transport. Then they would be brought to one of the many auction houses scattered around the city, where they would all be sold to some sadistic bastard who was just waiting to rape destroy them. And that moment was now.

The fox's ears perked up as he heard the hallway door grind against the floor as it was pushed open. He waited for a few seconds, then heard, "Go, round 'em up. Get them into the busses and, well, you know the rest. Get to work!" One of the slavers commanded. The fox watched from his cell as guards walked up to each cell and took it's inhabitant by force. Each one of the slaves put up a struggle, and each one was beat down. One rabbit in particular caught the fox's attention. She was putting up quite the struggle as the guards attempted to restrain her. She got a good hit on one of the guard's faces, and was severely beat for it. The guards all began to pound her with their batons. The fox watched silently, feeling bad that he could do nothing for her. She had put up a good fight.

Soon, a Doberman in black clothes appeared in front of the cell gate, and opened it. "Time to go," he said in a deep, gruff voice. The fox, instead of struggling, just nodded and walked over to him. "Well, that was...easy," the Doberman said suspiciously. The fox just sighed, and did as he was told. He walked next to the Doberman as he was taken out of the cell block and into the main hall. It was no better than the rest of the building; cold, damp, and barely lit. He walked through it and out two steel doors that were the entrance. The Doberman walking beside him grabbed his head and shoved him out of the doors, causing him to fall down the wet stairs that went down to the loading area.

He stood up, and let the cold rain hit him. It felt odd on his wounds, but it was a good feeling. It hit his cold fur, patting it down and wiping away the loose dirt, though most of the dirt on his fur was stuck on, dried. The fox looked up and looked at the clouds, feeling something more than just cold rain. He felt something coming. Something different, something that he had never done, or felt, before. He shrugged and disregarded it; it was probably a false feeling, so many were. The rain continued to fall, and the fox felt the feeling more and more.

He stood in one spot for as long as he could, embracing the rain. It was a short-lived luxury though, as soon the Doberman came up behind him and shoved him into a line that led into a slave transport bus. The fox stumbled into the line and waited for the doors to open up.

The fox could barely see the bus in the darkness of the night and the wall of the rain, but from what he could make out, he saw that it was blue and had barred windows. It was obviously a prison bus. With a creek, its steel doors swung open and the slavers began pushing the slaves on, one by one. Many slaves were crying, some were groaning, and some were just too crushed to make a sound. They all stepped onto the bus, and were packed to the back. The fox was at the end of the line, so he would be at the front. He felt blessed; he wouldn't be packed in like an express package that was too big for its box. It didn't counter the fact that he was about to meet another cruel master. As the line grew shorter, so did his hope, and eventually, it was his turn to step onto the cramped bus. He did, quietly, the doors shutting behind him.

The conditions were horrible. It was cramped, cold, and misery reigned with a cruel hand. The fox stared out the door of the bus, watching the city roll by, seeing few slaves. The ones he did see were all miserable and beat. And the fox knew that after tonight, he would once again be in the same position. He sighed, feeling a tear roll down his face. In just a few minutes, he would be sold. He hated that. An object can be sold, a fur cannot. Or at least, that was how he saw it. Others saw it as normality. He felt another tear crawl down his muzzle as the bus traveled on through the stormy night.

Soon, they reached the auction house. The tall building almost looked like an office building. The bus pulled up to a small side entrance that looked like it was used mainly for offloading cargo. The doors swung open, and cold air bombarded the fox as he was first to step off. A group of slavers greeted him, ready to sell him. They were crude, soulless freaks, one spitting at him, another shoving him to the ground. The laughed and shoved him into a small hallway, where he was guided down into a small room. He stayed there, being watched by the slavers, as more and more slaves were brought in. Space began to fade as the room grew smaller, with too many slaves in it. When the whole busload was in, the slavers began giving orders.

The auction hall was filled with furs. Linda felt like she was being packed into a box. More and more, the furs entered the large room, taking a seat in one of the red chairs. Linda turned her attention from the many other furs, to the features of the room. She had never been to an auction house before; it was a bit depressing. It had monotonous décor, and the lighting was dim, adding a boring, lifeless feel to the room. There was a big stage at the front of the room, where a tall lizard stood behind a podium. He was probably the auctioneer, based on how he looked. Linda sunk down into her chair, bored.

Her friends had recommended the place to her. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and was getting pretty lonely. So, her friends thought it would be a good idea for her to get a slave. She defied them at first, but eventually, they won. And here she was, surrounded by furs who were all probably jackasses who treated slaves like they were shit. That category would include most furs, so she had no doubt that everyone in the room was the same, especially when the cat next to her said, "Yeah, I sold my last one 'cuz he bled to easily," to the fur next to him.

She, on the other hand, would be nice to her slave, she thought. Her parents always taught her that almost anything could be achieved by positive reinforcement. Of course, they said that right before they beat the shit out of one another, but still... She would give her slave a good home, good food, and a warm bed, which was all made affordable by her new job as a government cyber security specialist. She smiled, and the dim lights dimmed even more, sending the room into almost total darkness.

The light on the stage grew brighter, however, as the auctioneer began talking. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the auction house. My name is Jay, and I'll be showing you our fine selection of slaves. We have a good selection of fifty-two tonight, so sit back and keep your eye open for the one that you like most. We have a special tonight; all auctions start at a mere five-hundred dollars! Quite the bargain, compared to the normal five-thousand. Now, I've rambled enough, let the auctioning begin!" He said. At that, the first, ragged slave sauntered out onto the stage.

The fox, as well as the rest of the slaves, were moved into another room that led to the auction hall. The auction had already begun, and the fox was in the middle of the line that led to the hall's stage. All of the slaves were terrified, and rightfully so. This was a place of horrors, where nightmares are embodied, and where souls are destroyed. The fox was scared as well; his past masters had all been so abusive, and one of them almost killed him. He couldn't take another. He needed an escape before his only alternative was death. He needed to leave.

The line grew shorter and shorter, and the fox's time slowly came forth. As he walked nearer to the front of the line, his stomach twisted and knotted. His nerves were about to break, and he began trembling. The guards weren't helping either; the way they would just take random blows at random slaves, the way they were verbally abusing them...it was driving him mad. The number of slaves in front of him now had been reduced to one, the rest already sold and being prepared for more beatings. The one in front of him was the bunny. The fox hadn't noticed her until now.

"Hey, I want to wish you good luck," he said to the bunny. She turned and looked at him as he continued, "I hope you get one of the good masters. You deserve one." She stared at him for a second, then hugged him, and sobbed. He was a bit surprised, but hugged her back, rubbing her back. Then, it was her turn to leave. "See you on the other side," the fox said. She nodded, and was escorted by a guard up to the stage.

The fox stood, knowing that he was next. Anger was beginning to build inside him. He was tired of this, all of it. That bunny in front of him was going to be beat, and that infuriated him. He hoped for her sake that she could hold onto a sliver of herself as the fox had; without it, she would not survive long as herself. That angered the fox even more, but fear overrode anger. The fox was afraid; he himself could not go through another abusive master without losing his fragment of himself that kept him alive. He needed to leave.

"You're up," a guard said, pushing the fox forward. He stumbled, but corrected himself, and walked solemnly up to the stage. He entered the area, and was immediately grabbed by the auctioneer. A few gasps were heard in the audience.

"Here we have a fox, that's it, nothing special. He's just a bit beat up, but he'll be fine. He's been through four other owners, and there all still living." The lizard laughed and continued, "He's well endowed, as you will see here." He took some weird tool and tapped the fox's balls with it. It was a small, steel rod with a little red button on its handle. The fox had seen it before; it sent an electric shock into a fur's ball, and stimulated blood flow to the penis. Painfully.

The lizard hit the small red button, and a jolt of electricity was sent through the fox. He yipped as blood rushed into his dick, stiffening the eight inch rod. "See, I don't lie," the lizard said. "For those men out there, he's pretty tight. I think you'll enjoy him. Same to the ladies. So, let's start the bidding," he said.

That was it, it was now or never. The fox needed to make an escape. "One-thousand," said the first bidder. "One-thousand five hundred," said the next. If the fox didn't escape now, one of them would eventually win. He looked around frantically, and found nothing to aid him. He would have to rely primarily on muscle power, which he lacked to an extreme.

Linda watched as one slave after another entered the stage and was sold. None of them caught her eye. They were all scared and beat, and did what they were told. None of them seemed to have life, or at least a will to live. That was, until one particular slave came out. He was a red fox, and he was badly beat. He had a huge, open wound running down his chest and stomach, and his tail was covered in dried blood. But, he looked like he had no embarrassment, which was not new. Most of the other slaves seemed to just not care anymore. This fox, though, had something to him, something in his eyes.

When the auctioning began, Linda was the first to bid. "One-thousand," she said. She was quickly upped by a wolf in front of her. She raised her sign again and raised five hundred over him. He quickly did the same.

That was it, thought the fox. He needed to go. He ran over to the auctioneer and punched him right in his face, and turned around. The fox ran to the left side of the stage, but guards ran out and cut him off. He turned again, and was grabbed by the lizard. His escape was killed before it started.

The lizard pulled out a pair of cuffs and put them on the squirming, cussing fox. Now, shackled, he was helpless. The lizard turned back to the audience and said, "Well, I'm sorry about that folks. Now, back to business. I do believe that the highest bidder was the wolf in the front." The wolf put his sign down and shook his head. "No? Ah, well then, I think next in line was the otter, there." The lizard pointed to about two rows back behind the wolf.

Linda was shocked at what the little fox did. She was surprised he wasn't beaten senseless for that. It was probably business, though, not breaking the goods. Linda was also surprised that the wolf in front of her backed down. The auctioneer asked if she was still willing to take him, and she shook her head, saying yes. "Good, all you need to do is sign the papers, and you can have this thing," he said. She nodded, and walked out of the room, heading to the signing area.

The fox cursed again as he was taken to the back room. There were other slaves here, all waiting to go home with their masters. The fox was taken in, and was brought over to a corner by one of the guards. The guard stopped suddenly. The fox, confused, turned to face him. All he saw was a boot before he was on the ground. He cried out in agony, and was stomped on. The guard kicked him again, and again, and again. Eventually, he picked the fox up, and looked him in the eyes and said, "If it were up to me, I would kill you." Then, he hurled the fox at the concrete wall of the room, before heading back to the stage.

The fox, in agony, sat still, alone. He looked around, coughing. He was trying to see if the bunny was still here. She was, and when he found her, he stood up, and limped over to her. "Hey," he coughed. She turned around and gasped at what she saw. "How's it going," the fox said, trying to seem okay.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "What happened?"

"Oh, you know, pain," the fox meekly said.

"You need to sit," the bunny said, putting her arm around the fox. She led him over to a corner of the small room and set him down. "How did that happen?" she asked, sitting next to him.

"You didn't see the guard playing soccer with me just a second ago?" the fox said sarcastically, trying to seem fine as to not worry the bunny. "So, who were you sold to?" he asked.

"I was sold to some tigress. You?" she asked.

"Some otter bitch. Look, I want you to know-" he was cut off by a slaver.

"Time to go you whore," he said, picking her up. She whimpered, but went with him, leaving the fox alone.

The fox was hit with a wave of pain; the guard had gotten a good shot on his open wound. The fox sat alone, grabbing his gut. He was terrified. What if this otter was just as bad as the others? He wouldn't be able to take that. As fine as he seemed, he was really beat, and quickly losing hope for life. Maybe he could just slip away right now...He had heard stories of badly beaten slaves falling asleep, and never waking up. Maybe...

He closed his eyes, and tried to sleep. He was tired anyways, and some sleep before meeting his new mistress would be good for him. He leaned back, and let out a long sigh, slipping into a painful sleep.

Linda finished up the paper work and handed it to a lady at the registration desk. "Very good, your slave will be brought out in a minute. He will be sedated, so it will be easy to take him out. In fact, all you have to do is walk out with him. Have a good day," she said. Linda returned the remark and walked over to a chair that was against the wall. The main room was centered around the color red, she noticed. It had red draped, red carpet, and a red front desk. It was odd.

She waited for a few minutes until a panda in a uniform walked out, carrying a limp fox over his shoulder. Linda stood up and walked over to him. "He yours," the panda asked.

"Oh, yes, he is. Thank you," she said.

"Would you like me to carry him out to your car for you?" the panda asked. He adjusted the position of the fox, and turned back to Linda.

"Oh, thank you! I'd really appreciate it," she said.

"It is my pleasure," the panda replied. He followed Linda out the glass front doors and into the rain. "Oh, ma'am, here," the panda said, pulling out an umbrella and handing it to Linda.

"Aw, thanks," she said. She walked out, the panda following behind her. It was dark and windy out, as well as storming. Linda stopped to look for her white car. She looked around for a while, not seeing it.

"What are you looking for, ma'am?" the panda asked. Linda described her car to him, and after a few seconds of looking around, the panda pointed at a white Toyota. "Is that it?" he asked.

"Oh, it is! Thanks again!" she said. She walked over to it and pulled out her keys. She pushed the little button, and with a beep, the car unlocked. "Just, uh, slide him in the back," she said. The panda nodded, and opened the back door. He slid the fox in, and closed it. He then went up to the front door, and opened it for Linda. "Well, you are quite the gentleman," she said. The panda blushed.

When Linda slipped in the car, the panda asked, "Is that all you need?" Linda shook her head yes, and the panda said, "Well, alright. Drive safely. Oh, and go ahead and keep the umbrella, I don't need it." He closed her door, and walked back towards the auction hall, the rain pouring down on him. Linda giggled and started up her car. That panda was so sweet.

She adjusted her mirrors, and backed out. Putting the car in drive, she could hear the fox's soft snoring. She smiled, and began the drive back home, with her little pet in the backseat. Linda was looking forward to getting to know him.

The fox didn't sleep for long. A good bump on the road woke him up. He was still pretty groggy, though, and didn't stay awake for more than about three minutes. It was long enough for him to realized that he was in a car. He sighed, and slipped back out of consciousness.

Linda pulled into her driveway. She drove into her garage, and parked the car. She turned around, and pulled out a little remote from the glove compartment. She pushed a button on it, and the garage door began closing. She smiled and said, "I still love that!" She put the device up and looked at her new slave. He was a disgusting heap of filth and blood, and that would have to change. She stepped out of her car, and went to the backseat, pulling out the fox. He wasn't heavy at all; she could see his ribs. She carried him through the door that linked the garage and the house, and shut it behind her. She had a lot to do with this little guy tonight.