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Love, in the strangest of places Part 1

By: Drockan

A crimson red fox rested his folded arms across a windowsill and peered out ambitiously into the far horizon of the city from high up in a tall building. The wind blew softly against his face, pleasantly ruffling his thick, soft fur. The view of the capital was a beautiful sight at sunrise. The tall buildings jutted out of the landscape as many different creatures hustled hurriedly beneath them. All of the creatures were ignorant to one another, their only goal being to reach their destination with as little trouble as possible. The young fox closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the streets below him. He could hear street vendors yelling out descriptions of their products and prices repeatedly without end. The faint response of either interest or disdain soon followed after. He could hear groups standing idly and talking amongst themselves, usually about politics, gossip, or which race they hated the most. He opened his eyes again and sighed. Just staring into the view of the city made the fox feel free, even if just for a moment.

"TOOOOBBBBY!!!" a sudden and blaring scream made him quickly recoil from his daydream and turn around. When he turned he saw standing in the doorway the one person he had grown to hate the most. There, in that very doorway, stood a sneering shriveled up old bear. She was dressed in the same worn out clothes as always and had the same domineering look of discipline on her crinkled old mug. The young fox could never look at her without hatred welling up in his heart. Her skirt was a worn out faded colored of blue and dropped all the way down just stopping at the creaking wooden floor. Her blouse was white with red polka dots, which were so worn that most of them were missing or could barely be seen in the fabric. There in her tightly clenched paw was her trade mark ruler, suited more for swatting than measuring. The fox was soon to clench his paws together in front of his chest and put his head down in submission. "Yes Miss Buttlesworth?" Toby's tone was quivering and weak.

"Toby!" she yelled out again and slapped the top of his head with her ruler. "I told you for the last time clean this pig sty up! You'll never get adopted if people think you're stupid! We have a very important guest visiting today, and he demands that all the boys are to look their best," the old bear yelled out with her tone getting softer at the end.

"I don't care who's visiting. I hate this place!" Toby yelled back rebelliously but quickly recoiled when he felt the ruler slap his face again.

"You WILL do what I say! This man who is coming to visit is a very generous person. His contributions are practically the only thing that keeps this orphanage going. If it weren't for him, you'd be out on the streets you little brat! NOW GET TO WORK!" she emphatically growled following her statement with another slap from her ruler.

Toby watched as she limbered her way authoritatively out of the dorm. He sighed and looked down depressingly. He had to share his room with six others, and all of them did more than their fare share to keep the place as filthy as possible. It was even worse since he was the only fox among his roommates. All the rest were bigger, more dominant species, or just older. It was humiliating to be picked on every time he saw them. Even the two that were younger than him got to shove him around as much as they wanted. Why was he born like this? Just how did he get all the worst luck? Being stuck with the worst bunch of males he could think of. The young fox looked around again causing his depression to grow. Slowly he started to clean up the giant mess that lay before him.

Toby leaned on the side of one of the bunks in the room and let out a heavy breath. It had taken the fox a little while, but he managed to clean the room enough to be presentable, if any thing could really be presentable in this terrible place. He was startled and looked up immediately when he heard the door fling open. It was Gri'milingo, one of his roommates. He was a big bull with a menacing disposition. "Well, well, well..." he started out as he looked down at the fox. Toby shivered in fright while the big bull eyed the room over carefully. He paced slowly around inspecting every inch. The bull suddenly stopped when he got next to Toby. He gave him a stern look before whapping him upside the head. "You missed a spot," he chuckled while he smirked at the fox.

"Hey! That hurt," Toby whined.

"Owwww, what is the big bad foxy gonna do about it?" Gri'milingo mocked the little fox. Toby just stared down submissively and rubbed the spot on his head where the bull had hit him. "Now, clean yourself up. One of the richest wolves in town is coming by and Miss Sucklesworth needs us to look our best. She won't go easy on me if you look like the mangy worthless fox that you are," the bull finished. He then reached for a brush and threw it at Toby's chest. The fox caught the brush and looked at it for a moment before standing up and walking to the bathroom.

The sooner he could get this visit over with the better. The bathrooms were huge but simple in design. He saw a couple others finishing up their routines and rushing back to their rooms to change into the formal uniforms they were given. Toby sighed as he looked into the mirror. Growing up everyone always said he was a cutie, at least those who did not pick on him. Though the fox could never see it in himself. Using the brush Toby combed his fur thoroughly and neatly. His fur was a little odd, but not uncommon at all. His fur was red rather than orange, just a little lighter tone than the color of a strawberry. Slowly Toby looked around to make sure nobody was watching as he undressed and slipped into one of the shower stalls. He was thankful nobody was around to make fun of his little sheath. "Just more of the bad luck I was born with I suppose," the little fox said to himself while he glanced down between his legs.

Toby gasped as he felt the squeaky showerhead turn on and the water run down his body. While he was grateful the orphanage had running water, it was almost always freezing cold. He used the brush to carefully comb over his white furred chest. He had always liked his white fur the best. That was the only thing on his body that he thought looked good on him. It covered his upper chest and trailed down over his stomach and sheath, ending just at his inner thighs while running right up to the base of his tail. The tip of his bushy tail was also white. Satisfied he had cleaned all of the sweat and dirt from his fur he turned the water off and began to dry himself with a towel. After doing so the fox put on his uniform, which for some reason was rather nice looking today. They must be new or something he thought. Slowly he prodded his way back toward the mirror and scrutinized his looks. He nodded slowly to himself. With a few touch ups with his comb, the fox could actually say he was looking rather handsome today. One last straightening of his jacket and Toby was soon walking back to the main hall to join the other boys.

Just as he got there he saw the rest of the orphans huddling together and vigorously socializing about something. As soon as he spotted his roommates he ran over and greeted them. "Hey guys," Toby spoke up when he saw his roommates huddled together. "What's going on with everyone?" he asked still curious as to the meeting.

"Well, look who actually doesn't look like an orphan," a large bear greeted him. It was his oldest roommate but somehow ended up being the kindest. The others snickered at the mild joke. "You know who Mathias Mephisto is?" the bear asked Toby. The fox could only shake his head. He had never heard that name before. "He's this rich wolf who practically owns the capital's southside. He's got so much money that he needs to hire people to help spend it. Anyway he keeps this place going with his donations, and now he wants to come and visit. Get this too! Rumor has it that he might even adopt one of us today," the bear explained. "There ain't no way I'm losing this! He takin' me home toooonight," Toby's weasel roommate chimed in with his heavy country accent.

"Yeah right runt. I'm getting the free pass to moneyville so don't you dare screw this up for me and try something stupid," Gri'milingo added right after. Toby thought to himself as he listened to the rest argue about who would be adopted. The fox sulked and shook his head feeling a little more depressed. He had seen it maybe a thousand times. Some rich person or couple would always come in to the orphanage and promise to adopt someone. They would gasp at the appalling conditions and what the children had to endure in their lives. In the end, however, they would always leave empty handed. This wolf would be no different he thought. He might as well get use to living with no family or loved ones for the rest of his life. It was just his luck.

The sound of approaching footsteps made the noise in the room come to an abrupt halt. There was only one pair of feet that could have made that noise. Miss Buttlesworth came thundering into the room with the same mean look of anger and discipline. "Alright boys! Line up in a straight column and face forward! And if I hear even the slightest meep out of any of you children, so help me God I will..." she ended by raising her arm high in the air, waving her ruler around menacingly in front of the orphans. Just then the sound of several different footsteps came stamping through the hallway connecting to the main chamber. All the children looked anxiously to their sides to see just who this famous wolf was. Small gasps escaped all their muzzles as they first saw two massive draft horses come through the door. They had to be at least as tall as dragons usually were and built just as big. They were clad in heavy metal armor and both carried giant spears at their sides. Miss Buttlesworth greeted each one individually. She was in awe of their presence, much like the students. The gasps of the curious children became louder when they first observed a much smaller wolf gracefully making his way into the chamber where the orphans were lined up like soldiers.

Toby had expected him to be big and imposing, much like his bodyguards. Instead he was the complete opposite. His frame was very thin. He was very short as well. His fur was an ashy gray hue and was meticulously groomed. The wolf still held a tremendously authoritative presence that was more cerebral than psychical. The two equines kneeled in front of him as he strolled flauntingly to Miss Buttlesworth and greeted the old bear. He was very proper and well mannered when speaking to her. Not that she deserved it Toby thought with a sly grin on his muzzle.

"Uh... boys I would like you to meet Mr. Mathias Mephisto," the old bear introduced him warmly. All the boys were amazed to actually see her smiling for once. The magnificently dressed wolf nodded his head toward the boys who stared back at him with reverence, except for Toby. To him the wolf was just another rich lackey pretending to care. By his dress Toby could tell that his decadence exceeded no bounds. He wore several different silken garbs colored with the finest dyes he could even imagine. Some of the dyes he had never knew even existed. Mathias was also covered from head to toe in jewelry so magnificent, that the glistening of the diamonds and emeralds made the wolf hard to stare at.

"Good morning boys. If you have failed to learn yet of my identity by now I shall endeavor that knowledge upon you now. My name is Mathias Mephisto. I am able to support this orphanage with just a miniscule percentage of my incalculable wealth that I have accumulated over my travels and dealings in life," the wolf proudly introduced himself to the boys, walking across them examining each one carefully. Toby sighed and let his head down. It was looking like the wolf was just as he had imagined until the next words he spoke. "Anyway I am here because I need a son, well not technically a son but a very hard worker. Someone who will devote their life to me and my causes."

The boys all mumbled to themselves, and Toby's ears perked up in interest. Mathias just smiled and continued walking down the line of boys until he reached Toby's weasel roommate. "Tell me boy. What's your name?" Mathias asked without even looking at him.

"Uh... Mer name sir... mer name is... mer name is Crocker sir," the weasel muttered, visibly shaken that the wolf was actually talking to him.

"Ah... a country boy I see. Tell me Crocker. Would you do anything I asked of you?" the wolf questioned with a great smile on his face. The weasel was starting to fidget and put a finger under his collar to try and loosen his shirt. "Of course sir! I would be your most loyal servant!" the weasel exclaimed proudly with endless enthusiasm. Everyone was quite shocked when Mathias sighed in disappointment, then frowned in disgust. "As I expected.... Ugh, how utterly boring," he said and kept walking through the line of children. Crocker flashed him a look of anger and balled his fist at the back of Mathias. He was quick to recoil, however, when Miss Buttlesworth gave him a lashing with her ruler. The wolf chuckled softly when he heard the smack and kept walking. He stopped again when he reached Gri'milingo. The bull stood up and puffed his chest out when he noticed Mathias was looking him over. "Ah a fine bovine specimen I observe. You could develop into powerful guard. Now tell me what is your name?" he asked the bull, again looking away as he did so.

"Gri'milingo sir!" the bull straightened up as he answered.

"Gri'milingo? Well, that name is much too protracted for my tastes indeed. Too bad I guess," the wolf chuckled as he kept walking. The bull shot him a flash of anger as well but wisely kept his hands at his sides. Mathias yawned as he prodded slowly along the line of boys. His eyes seem to light up and widen when he spotted Toby.

"My, my, my, what a handsome young fox we have here. Wow I never expected a beauty such as yourself could be locked away in some dingy orphanage. What a crime! Tell me what is your name young one?" the wolf asked Mathias. This time though, he kept his eyes locked on the fox.

"Toby," the fox answered quickly with complete indifference in his voice.

"Toby, what a beautiful name. Tell me Toby, would you be a good worker if I were to walk out of here with you today and do anything I would tell you?" Mathias questioned the little fox while peering down at him. The fox smirked before he answered. To him, he had one of two choices. He could comply and embarrass himself in front of the wolf just as the others had done, or answer how he honestly felt, and probably be remembered in legend around the orphanage.

"Well no, but if you were to tell me to take all that jewelry you were wearing and stick it up your ass, I might be so inclined," Toby answered calmly with a huge smile on his face. The room burst out into laughter as Mathias just stared back at the fox in disbelief at what he was just told. A loud gasp came from Miss Buttlesworth before she ran over as fast as her old legs could take her. She raised her ruler up high and looked as though she finally would break it over the poor fox's head. The ruler made a whistling sound as it flew through the air, and Toby braced himself for the hit that would never come.

He looked up slowly, still half expecting to be smacked, until he saw Mathias holding back the old bear's arm. "Please Ms. Buttlesworth, don't be so harsh," Mathias interjected. A silencing gasp immediately followed. Everyone's eyes widened in shock and each pair were now locked on Toby and Mathias. "This one, he's perfect. Ms. Buttlesworth, get all the papers ready. I want this one," Mathias turned and stated coldly in the old bear's face.

"But... surely you don't want... we have a whole other wing to look at" she protested.

"I've already seen enough, he's perfect," he cut her off as he hurriedly walked out the door. His equine guards immediately followed. Toby just stood there dumbfounded. Had he really just been, adopted? Not only that but adopted by one of the most powerful figures in the capital. As soon as he left all the others looked at him with disdain and jealously.

"All right boys back to your rooms," the old bear called out. "Except you Toby."

Everyone cursed and mumbled insults directed at Toby under their breath. They could be as mad as they want Toby thought. This would be the last time he would ever see this place. Miss Buttlesworth walked slowly over to him and slapped his arm lightly with the ruler before sighing. "I don't know what he could possibly see in you. You're dishonest, disobedient, and most of all, STUPID!" she sighed. "Oh well, follow me and we'll get everything in order. Congratulations Toby, or should I say Toby Mephisto."

Toby sighed and followed the bear to her office. Toby Mephisto, it was a name he was already beginning to despise.

He must have spent an hour with his new stepfather answering questions and signing forms until he was finally able to walk out with him. His two equine guards flanked them and would nudge Toby every time he would slow down. Nobody said a thing and the young fox sulked the whole way there. It was not until they had stepped outside until Toby looked up, the sun partially blinding his eyes, and gasped in awe at the sight before him.

"Ah, here is our ride," Mathias said with a bit of pride in his voice, knowing the boy was gawking. The ride he was referring to absolutely amazed the young fox. He knew there were houses that did not cost as much as the wolf's carriage. The whole thing, for all intensive purposes, could have been made out of solid gold. It sparkled brightly in the morning sun and was driven by two magnificent pure white feral stallions, whose breeding must have been the best in the land. Toby rationed that the horses could have been just as expensive as the carriage they were pulling.

Mathias opened the door and held it for the fox. Toby just stood there still in shock while Mathias giggled softly and smiled at the fox. "Well are you not going to board my fine carriage... or do you really want to go back to your friends in the orphanage?" the wolf asked sarcastically while he continued to hold the door for Toby. The young fox gave him a soft look of defiance, but with a nudge from one of the guards behind him, he boarded the carriage. Mathias soon followed him in as the two guards took to man the reins. Toby was just as amazed at the inside of the carriage, as he was the outside. It had the softest, finest leather seats he could ever imagine. Everything inside was a deep blue color; stained with another rare dye he had never seen. The ceilings and sides were covered in some kind of strange and incredibly soft felt, and the whole carriage had a sweet, flowery scent to it. Various vintages were strewn across racks built into the sides.

The ride started off rather quiet. Mathias just stared and smiled at Toby the whole time. It was more of a smirk than a smile, one that incensed the young fox. It was like Mathias thought that he owned Toby now. "I'm not just gonna do anything you say because you're rich or something!" Toby yelled out unexpectedly of himself, breaking the calm.

The wolf across from him just laughed heartily. "Of course not," he responded calmly. His answer only angered Toby more.

"Just why did you adopt me then?" he asked with a little more calmness in his voice this time.

"Well that is very simple my dear Toby. I merely need you for a special task that for which I am certain you are suitable for," Mathias said while softly chuckling.

"Just what special task?"

"Well... it will sort of be like being a slave... only.... only greater."

"Slave!" Toby gasped and started to become nervous and scared when he heard those words. He darted his eyes around the carriage looking for a place to escape if he decided on it. Mathias was quick to see the intentions of the fox.

"You can't escape Toby. I own these streets. Everyone in this sector works for me. If you were to run away I would pick you up before you would even know where you were," Mathias explained calmly.

"You can't just pick orphans off the street and make them your slaves! I'll never be a slave to you. Just wait till the magistrate hears about this!" he growled at the wolf.

Mathias yawned as shook his head at Toby. "Ah, the foolishness of youth. What makes you think that the police are not under my thumb as well? If you really want to tell him though, I'm having the magistrate over for a special event tonight. I'm sure you can get along great discussing all the slaves he knows I own. As far as you being my slave, you're wrong about that. You will never be my slave Toby. I'll never give you an order, and you'll never have to call me master. All the slaves I own are either there because they like serving me or as punishment"

"But you said..." the fox started while scratching his head in confusion.

"Shhh, patience will bring all your answers young one," Mathias cut him off.

Toby silently cursed the wolf under his breath as the carriage drove on. One way or another he would escape. Not only that, he wanted to rob the wolf blind before he did so. All in due time he thought as he stared out the window. The many creatures outside the carriage were just as in awe as Toby was when he first saw it. Some recognized who the carriage belonged to and flung their arms out in salutes. That just made Toby even sicker to his stomach. There was something very wrong with this wolf, and it was as if though he was the only one who could see it. The carriage came to a sudden stop. Toby sighed and felt his gut twist as if something very terrible was bound to happen. "Well we're here slave," the wolf said sarcastically before bellowing with laughter again.

"I'm not your slave!" Toby yelled back with a growl.

"Of course not," responded the wolf with a smile. Mathias stretched as the loud footsteps of his guards could be heard coming around to the side of the carriage. The door opened sending a cascade of light rushing into the carriage partially blinding Toby. Slowly the young fox stepped out of the carriage and glanced at his surroundings. Once again Toby was in awe of the beauty and immeasurable wealth that engulfed him. He knew he was still in the city, but it seemed like he was in another world. Toby could not comprehend the expansive variety of the several different exotic plants landscaping the surrounding yard. The road branched off into many different paths and was made from earthen clay bricks. It led straight up to a magnificent mansion that seemed more like a castle than a house. His mind reeled in awe at the sight of such a place. Never in his imagination could he imagine there could be something so decadent and yet so intriguing. The place was glorious enough that even a king would envy its magnificence.

Toby just continued to stare at the pristine, shining palace. Mathias stepped out of the carriage and stared at the fox looking up at his estate. His soft fur bristled in the steady breeze. The fox was breathtakingly gorgeous. Mathias sighed in disappointment. It was the kind of disappointment like seeing something with great promise thrown to waste. The wolf had to remind himself at just how rich he was seeing the youth stare in amazement. Even though he could see the young fox was wholly impressed with his wealth, he was accustom to it and felt a lot poorer than he really was. For a moment Mathias had considered resigning Toby to a different fate than the one he had planned. No, the wolf thought. Money came first. Money always came first. No being in his mind could compare to the power of wealth. Anything to increase the size of his coffers. He turned to his guards to dismiss them.

"Right this way Toby," Mathias said as he walked up behind the fox and put a hand on his back. Toby said nothing. It was as if he was being seduced into the place by some strange power. His trance was broken when he felt a cold, stinging feeling on his back. It was the paw of Mathias. Even though it felt as warm as it should be, there was something more sinister to his touch. A cold feeling of emptiness spread throughout him when the wolf touched him. It was a kind of instinct the fox never felt before, but one thing was for certain. He wanted to stay as far away from the wolf as possible.

The paw never left Toby as they made their way up to the gates. More guards were waiting, just as imposing as the last two. One was some kind of lizard, and the other was a powerful looking bull. They simultaneously greeted Mathias and then opened the doors. Toby had expected for the inside to be as grandiose as the outside. In this way he was not as surprised at how luxurious it was. Mathias led him down several different corridors. They were so large and so many that the fox easily became lost in their complexity. Ever mindful of the paw on his back, his attention was still diverted to gawking at the lavish paintings and décor. Finally the wolf stopped him at a door situated in the side of a hallway.

He took his paw off Toby's back, after which the fox felt relieved, and opened the door. A sweet, intoxicating smell wondered its way to Toby's nostrils as soon as the door creaked open. The small fox yelped in surprise when he saw what was in the room. There were two chairs and one incredibly huge table. It was lined from end to end with the finest foods one could expect to find. The feast was an overwhelming thing to behold for the fox. In all his years of fighting for scraps and the tiny plates of food at the orphanage, he had never expected a feast like this in all his life.

"Go ahead Toby, help yourself," Mathias motioned to him. Toby needed no more encouragement. He bolted toward the chair like a flash of lightning and started flinging food in his mouth as fast as he could. Mathias smiled as he watched the fox gorge himself. "Toby," he whispered out. The small fox stopped for a minute to mumble something, while food spilled out the side of his stuffed mouth. The older wolf took as a sign of acknowledgement. "Please feel free to eat as much as you like," Mathias said while he joined Toby by sitting down on the other end of the table. "Though you're going to have to learn more manners if you want to live here Toby," the wolf pointed out while he waved his finger at the fox. He chuckled as he saw Toby put down his food and swallow what was in his mouth.

"I'm sorry," Toby sighed. "I'm just so hungry. They don't feed us barely anything in the orphanage."

"I'll see to it that the food rations are increased the next time I'm there," Mathias said smiling, all the while knowing he never would. "You don't have to be afraid of me Toby. I'll never hurt you," Mathias slyly and calmly tuned in the boy's ears.

"Then just why did you adopt me then?" the fox asked with a tinge of anger in his voice.

"Let me put it like this Toby. Your... potential would have been completely wasted in the orphanage. You have an independent mind. That is why you said what you did back there. I needed a mind like yours. Toby, I want to give your life meaning and purpose. From now on everything you do will be to fulfill the purpose I need you for. Now, your life will be a devoted and meaningful one," Mathias explained without really explaining anything at all.

"Uh... ok, just what do you need me for?" Toby asked after processing what the wolf said.

"You shall learn by the end of the night Toby. Now please finish your meal we have much more things to take care of."

Mathias did not eat much, but instead just stared at the fox frantically stuffing his face throughout their meal. The wolf patiently waited for the young fox to finish. It was awhile before Toby finally did. The naïve, little fox was beginning to think that maybe Mathias was not so bad after all. This was actually the best meal he had ever eaten. When he had finally finished Toby took a deep breath as he rested his paw on his stomach.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Mathias asked, already sure of the answer.

Toby did not want to give an inch to the wolf but felt an obligation to thank him. "Yes I did. Um... thanks I guess," he said softly, not actually wanting to actually show any appreciation.

"Good, now let us go and find purpose for your life," the wolf said as he stood up and walked over to Toby before offering a paw to him. The smaller fox reluctantly took the paw of the wolf and was soon led out of the chamber. Toby could still sense that there was something awry with the wolf, but more and more he was dismissing his instincts as mere self-imposed delusions. They walked silently through some more corridors.

"Ah, here we are," Mathias said when they stopped at one of the many doors lined in the hallways. Before he got a chance to open it, a scruffy looking tiger came scurrying up to the pair.

"Mathias! Sir!" he blurted out as soon as he saw the wolf.

"I thought everyone knew I was not to be interrupted today," Mathias stated angrily.

"I'm sorry sir, but... it's Silas. Mo'toro found out that he was skimming some of your profits from the club in 5th street! He told me to report to you directly," the tiger hurriedly voiced, exasperated by the end.

"You know what we do to those who betray me. Tell Mo'toro to take care of Silas, and he'll be in charge of operations in that sector, until he either proves himself as a leader, or I find someone more suitable for the job," the wolf responded calmly.

"Yes sir!" the tiger saluted.

"Hey, wait a second! What are you gonna do to this Silas guy?" the curious young fox prodded.

"That's none of your business Toby, just forget you've ever heard those names," Mathias sternly instructed.

"Are you gonna hurt him?" Toby still pestered.

"Listen when I tell you it's none of your business. I mean it's none of your business!" Mathias raised his voice in anger.

"Hold on a second. I'm not moving, or keeping my mouth shut until you promise not to hurt anyone," Toby demanded, folding his arms across his chest.

Mathias looked at him with disgust and sighed. "You can't possibly expect me not to hurt anyone Toby. There are a lot of people who are jealous of my wealth and will do anything to take it. I must take measures to defend myself," the older wolf quickly explained.

"If someone is stealing from you, hand him over to the police!" Toby again demanded.

Mathias sighed with greater anger and frustration. "Fine Toby!" he then turned back to the tiger. "Go back to the club and act like nothing happened. I shall inform the magistrate tonight about the situation, but make sure you inform Mo'toro that he will still be in charge of operations when this matter is settled," Mathias explained calmly as he let out a heavy breath afterward.

"Thank you. You outta' be more understanding sometimes, ya know. What if he really needed that money?" Toby implied.

"Then I would have given it to him if he had asked, but he took it without my knowledge. That means his purpose for the money would have been for his own self-gratification. You have much to learn young one. Now please step inside Toby," the wolf said before dismissing the tiger and opening the door for the young fox.

Once again Toby gasped in awe when he saw the inside of the room. With expensive clothing lined from one end to the next, the room was really just one big closet. Toby had never seen so many clothes in his life. "This way," Mathias directed. Toby followed him down a line of fancy suits and dress shirts. The fox looked over each one carefully. He took his time to admire the intricate artistry and design in each outfit. "Ahhhh, here we are," Mathias voiced with excitement. They had reached a magnificent oak dresser. Toby could easily tell that it held special significance from the way it was positioned in the room. He glanced over at Mathias, who was giving him a mischievous stare. "Toby..." he paused and thought for a moment. "I think it's time you learned the importance of your position here. You're destined to hold a very special place."

"Really, what am I suppose to do?" the fox asked, becoming rather excited at the offer.

"Well, your duties shall commence tonight at the Raider's Coliseum, where you will be one of my personal guests of honor."

"The Raider's Coliseum..." the fox muttered in a tone ripe with veneration. "I've heard stories, but... I never thought it actually ever existed."

"Humph, well keep in mind that no matter what you see tonight, it still doesn't," Mathias quickly remarked. Toby nodded. He thought he understood. "Now, Toby, I think it is time you learned your title. You are to be my new....... chienne d'esclave," Mathias added in a proud tone.

"....Chienne d'.... what!" Toby blurted out in total confusion.

The wolf chuckled softly before speaking, "Don't worry to much about the meaning, just your duties."

"And just what are my duties?"

"Well first I think we can start off by you dawning the traditional garment of the chienne d'esclave," Mathias apprised. The older wolf then reached in his pocket and fumbled around for a key. Once he found what he was looking for he searched for the keyhole in the dresser before finding it and turning the key. Toby had expected something majestic. He had expected some lordly robe or suit of similar ilk. What Toby saw, though, slightly disturbed him. It was a simple looking gown, obviously made for a female. It almost looked like a wedding dress, but Toby dismissed the idea. That was because it was made for a young juvenile, not an adult. Whatever was the case, Toby had immediately decided there was no way he was putting that thing on.

"What the fuck is that! Is that a god damn dress? There is no way in hell I'm wearing that! I'm not a girl you sick fuck!" Toby screamed out at Mathias, as he was completely flabbergasted at what he saw. The wolf just calmly shook his head. He reached in the dresser and lifted the dress out.

"Toby calm down. You obviously haven't any idea about the traditional customs of the venerable, chienne d'esclave. Toby, I'm afraid you're a long way from the orphanage. I know it may look like a dress for a young female, but this suit is only worn by the prestigious, chienne d'esclave. I shall admit it is a custom that is mysterious and strange, but I promise you. You shall be the cause of much jealously when your stunning form is displayed. Again, I offer my word, you shall not be out of place."

Toby carefully looked over Mathias for any signs of trickery. Either the wolf was being forthcoming, or he was an expert at disguising his deception. He studied the garment once more. Sure it did look like a dress, but there were a few traits that would distinguish it from making him look like he was wearing one. Maybe Mathias was right. Maybe it was just another thing he had not been exposed too in his isolation at the orphanage. The more Toby thought about it, the more he was willing to wearing it. It still looked a little suspicious to him though. "This better not be some kind of trick!" Toby stipulated. The wolf just shook his head and threw the garment at Toby, who snatched it out of the air.

"Just put it on," Mathias demanded in a scolding tone. He crossed his arms and stared down at the young fox.

"What, are you gonna just stand there and watch me change?" Toby asked, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Hmph, have you no pride in your looks. Those very few males as beautiful as you are should always cherish the opportunity to display their bodies. You should have more confidence in yourself Toby. Besides you won't be able to put it on without some help," Mathias clarified for the young fox.

Toby again suspiciously looked over the wolf for any signs of trickery. Again he failed to see any. Taking one last look at the simple garment, Toby took a deep breath and rested it on a chair next to him. "Fine, but you better not get any funny ideas," Toby acknowledged. The wolf nodded and stepped back to give the younger fox some space. Even though the garment he was given looked like it was meant for a female, it still was much more artistic and classy than the uniform he was wearing. Sluggishly Toby began to unbutton the front of his shirt. He was still weary at the way the Mathias was staring down at him when he slipped his shirt off his body. A slight smile formed on the muzzle of the wolf. Then the small fox started to undo the button on his pants. He growled softly at Mathias before turning around and slowly pulling them down.

The older wolf looked appreciatively over the form of the gorgeous fox. Had he been born to desire males instead of females, Mathias would have surely taken Toby into his personal harem. The youth had everything that could be desired by a dominant homosexual. In a sense he would fit his duties perfectly, even though it would not matter what he looked like. When Toby turned around he made sure to keep his paws covering his sheath. "Well, are you gonna help me put this thing on or not!" Toby yelled at Mathias, who was idly staring over the smaller fox's naked body.

"Uh... oh, yeah," Mathias fumbled as he quickly went over to Toby. He grabbed the dress and started to put it over Toby's head before stopping. "I'm afraid you'll have to put your arms up." Toby snarled at the wolf. After taking a deep breath he lifted his arms straight up. The young fox felt completely revolted, as he could feel Mathias staring at his sheath. Toby held his breath during the process and gasped for air when the dress was finally on. It was cut short at the top, and his body fit comfortably through the opening.

"There we go. Now see, that wasn't so hard," Mathias pointed out while walking behind Toby. "Now just to tighten it up a bit." Toby felt Mathias pulling at some strings in the back. The dress became tighter around his stomach as he did so. Despite his reluctance to wear the dress, Toby found it did feel much more comfortable than anything he had worn before. The fabric was smooth and fit snugly around his body. He guessed it was silk, but could not be sure because he had never felt silk before. Mathias groaned behind him as he pulled the dress tighter. Toby winced and yelped. The dress was becoming so tight he was finding it hard to breathe. Mathias tugged a few more times until he was finally satisfied how Toby looked.

"Alright that should do it," the wolf said as he spun Toby around. His eyes wondered over the young fox's body. It was perfect. With just a few more touches Toby would look utterly gorgeous. "Turn around, see how you look," Mathias instructed as he pointed to a mirror on the far wall. Toby slowly walked over to the mirror. He felt strange walking in a dress but trusted Mathias that it was normal. A gasp escaped his muzzle when he saw his visage looking back at him in the mirror. If he had seen himself on the street he would have thought he met his dream girl.

"You look absolutely gorgeous Toby. You're sure destined to reach your potential on this very evening. Now just a few more touches," Mathias complimented before he slid behind Toby stroking the top of his head. The more Toby stared at himself in that mirror, the more disgusted he felt. Though he fought hard not to be, he was becoming aroused by his own reflection. Mathias was behind him putting small flowers in his hair. They were an array of different exotic colors. There was something amiss here, though he could not figure the older wolf out for the life of him. He gazed at himself one last time in the mirror. The dress was of a pure white color. It was short on top and left his shoulders and arms completely exposed. A small blotch of the soft, white fur on his chest peeked out from the top of the dress. The rest of his upper body was hugged tightly by the garment. The lower half was sort of a fluffy, long gown. Only his feet showed from the bottom. His tail was kept safely underneath. When Mathias was finally done Toby could not help but blush heavily when he posed in the mirror.

"I look like a damn female, but at least I look like a really hot one," Toby snickered, speaking softly enough to himself so he was sure Mathias could not hear him.

"Here put these on, and we shall be ready to depart," Mathias told the young fox as he threw him a pair of simple brown sandals. Toby slipped them on with a sigh of relief. He was half expecting to be thrown a pair of high heels. "This way," directed Mathias, while motioning to a door.

They traveled for sometime back the way they came. A few passing servants snickered at Toby or licked their lips as he passed. Mathias had said they were jealous of him, but Toby could tell that they knew something he did not. As if on cue, the wolf's carriage pulled up as soon as they stepped outside the door. Damn, how did they do that Toby thought? This time, however, the most gorgeous female the young fox had ever laid eyes on stepped out of the carriage when it stopped. Toby's mouth hung open as he let his eyes roam over her figure. She was the most exquisite specimen of a white tigress Toby ever seen. Her fur was so well groomed it looked like fine silk rustling softly in the wind, spreading her sweet scent throughout the air. Her dress was no less impeccable than that of Mathias. The two quickly ran up to each other with open arms and embraced. Their passion flowed through one another. "I have longed to hold your perfect body in my arms," Mathias stared in her eyes and whispered against her muzzle. He then pinned her down with a passionately forceful kiss. Toby sighed and looked down at the ground. Never in his life had he felt desire for another like that. The only attractive females he ever saw were the ones passing by the orphanage.

Toby could tell they had not seen each other for a long while just by the way they kissed. They kissed as if they would never see each other again. The sultry tigress slowly pushed Mathias off of her and glanced the young fox's way. She had to cover her mouth with her paw to soften her gasp. His eyes followed her every movement until they stared up into hers when she was finally standing over him. She kneeled down and brought a finger under his cheek. "Mmmm..." she moaned softly when she took a deep breath of Toby's scent. "How very... male. You're even more gorgeous than I ever could've imagined," her voice was like a soft wind that drifted slowly into his mind and took hold of his conscious. The young fox gave her a blank stare and hinged on her every word. "Mathias has such a.... Um..... special duty, purpose for you. And now I know just by looking at you that you will be able to fulfill your purpose flawlessly."

Toby had no idea what she meant, but her words filled the young fox with inspiration and pride that he had never felt before. Just as they gave him a calm feeling that everything would turn out to be all right. How could such a charming and alluring female do something bad to him? "I... I... I'll do my best, ma'am," Toby's voice quivered with nerves.

"Yes I have full confidence that he'll make a fine chienne d'esclave. Toby this is Delana, one of my most trusted and closest friends, " Mathias calmly explained as he looked over and winked at the female. She smiled back and gave Toby a quick kiss on his cheek. "It is a pleasure to meet you Toby," again her sweet voice took hold of Toby's mind. He closed his eyes as he took in her scent. The aroma was sweet like honey, and made him feel like he was standing in the middle of a field full of blooming flowers glistening in the spring's morning dew. Toby had never met her before this moment, but yet the young fox was already willing to do anything for her.

"I think you've done far enough staring Toby..... at least for now, but we really must depart. It will soon be dusk," Mathias interrupted. "Um... Toby why don't you get in first, Delana and I have some personal matters we would like to discuss outside. The tigress gave Toby one last smile and soft caress of his cheek. She then led Toby into the carriage and shut the door. Mathias already had a wide grin on his face when she turned around.

"You sly little devil. Just where did you dig up a beauty like that? Why that little fox could earn five hundred a trick in one of my establishments." she asked in her constantly seductive tone.

"I found him in a visit to one of my orphanages."

"Wow he is absolutely perfect. I can't believe you found him in a orphanage."

"Yes it was quite an amazing coincidence. I scheduled an inspection and perceived I might be so fortunate as to recruit a few servants. After all, orphans raised under your own control can become your most loyal confidants. But then, when I gazed upon his petite stature and I knew I had finally found what my champion desired. He even insulted me when I asked him a question. It was beautiful Delana. I can't remember the last time someone insulted me."

"I know he is gorgeous Mathias, but he is still a fox, not a wolf like the other girls you have for your other beasts. You believe Necros will still desire a vulpine,"

"Well technically Necros is still a canid, and canines are very closely related to foxes. Their pheromones are very similar in nature. So Necros will smell what he wants, and that's all that matters."

"Do you not see his age? Is he not too young, dear? You should know that I have many males under my control that would love to take the job."

"An the contrary Delana, he is the perfect age. I have spoken with many doctors on the subject. The body of a fox is perfectly ripe at his age. I also don't need to remind you what Necros is. An animal, a beast, that revolts a mate who will joyfully and voluntarily submit to him. He wants someone who will resist with all his might. He wants to force someone to submit against their will. That is why I need this one, because he will resist with all his might until his mind gives in when his body can take no more. I expect he might even try to fight with Necros."

"I see Mathias. Then I wish you... and him the best. Let's hope that he doesn't befall the fate of the females before him," Delana wrapped her arms around the neck of Mathias. The two kissed deeply and pressed their bodies together in lustful embrace. It was soon over though. The wolf and the tigress boarded the carriage and saw a smiling fox looking playfully back at them. He was obviously unaware to anything the two had talked about. The carriage was quickly off in the direction of the setting sun.

The group had reached its destination by nightfall. The three entered a building that looked very ordinary from the outside. However, what Toby saw on the inside was anything but ordinary. There were many, many furs bustling about. They trudged hurriedly through the large crowd. Mathias was stopped several times by people wanting to greet him. Endless praises were showered on him and Delana. Some would comment on how darling Toby looked. The fox cringed and hid behind Delana. It reminded him he was in front of many dressed like a female. It was strange though. No one said anything about a chienne d'esclave. Toby saw the magistrate scurry toward them and immediately start discussing business with the wolf. Mathias was not lying. Even the top law enforcer in the city was under his command. Toby even saw a few dragons, with their heads sticking far out above the crowd. It was a tough walk to their seats but eventually they had found them. It was a special raised section that gave them a good view of the arena below.

Ack! The arena! Toby recoiled in disgust when he looked down in it. It was nothing more than a square pit. However, it was the fleshy mess inside that revolted the young fox. Bloodstains covered most of the floor and were scattered across the wall. Toby could even see bits of skin and bone strewn about the ground. Just what went on here? He looked over at Mathias who was currently talking to a wealthy looking lion sitting across from him. Delana was at his other side and was sitting next to Toby. "Just what goes on here Delana?" Toby asked tentatively. She smiled as she brushed back some of her hair to look more clearly at the fox.

"Have you ever learn of the loup sauvage, Toby?"

He pondered and thought for a few seconds before answering, "The beast wolves? I've heard some stories. Large, nasty, feral wolves they are! Only found in the heart of the wilds. Kill anyone that tries to get close to their packs."

"Yes, you're slightly right. They are much larger than an anthro lupine and normal feral wolves as well, much stronger too. They aren't as nasty or as animalistic as in some of the stories you may have heard. In fact, under...," she paused to think of the right word. "umm... special circumstances they can be quite docile and controllable. Their bodies are shaped more like ours, so they can stand up like us. They also have amazing intellects for feral creatures. You'll find that only one in a million trappers could capture one alive. Although they're highly intelligent, they still follow their most basic, primal instincts to the fullest. That is why this place is so popular Toby. Here a few select owners, who are fortunate to own a loup sauvage, pit their beasts against each other for innumerable sums of money. Many also come here to place wagers on the fights."

Toby struggled to take all this in but was soon grasping the meaning of this place. "Why are we here? Does Mathias own one?" the fox asked, but he felt like he already knew the answer.

"Mathias owns seven," she replied calmly with a proud smirk on her face. "Tonight we get to see his greatest," her voice was becoming impassioned, as if she was introducing some great king. "The most glorious loup savuage ever known. He has reigned as champion for nearly two years now. No opponent has succeeded in defeating him, most fail to even touch him. He is the great beast king..... Necros!" Delana stared hypnotically in the pit for several moments after. Her introduction was clearly self-exhilarating.

Meanwhile Mathias was shrewdly negotiating with the lion sitting on his right. "Wha, What you talking bout! We had deal before! Four to one odds, I no like this stinking Necros of yours. He too big, unnatural. He doesn't win, he kill!" the large lion frantically voiced in his heavy mountain accent.

"I'm sorry we have come to this disagreement Kazmir. It really doesn't matter what odds you have because my beast will surely defeat yours. Necros will forever reign champion!"

"My Mojo has new special attack. This time, Necros go down. No forget, Necros kill last time. You better no lose control, or you have big problem."

"Lose control, hmph.... Necros will never disobey me. Indeed, my only problem is how I'll spend all your money."

That comment made the lion laugh heartily, "Two million on my beast, Mojo, four to one odds."

"He better not kill, like last time! God damn this Necros of yours! You know how hard it is to find beast?"

"It won't happen again," Mathias this time was stern in his voice.

"It better not!" the lion strongly expressed before relaxing in his seat.

Everyone was now huddled and seated around the pit. Their eyes glued themselves strongly to the pit below. A ringing bell indicated that all bets were now off. The crowd started to applaud and then quickly quieted when they saw a formally dressed buck walk up on a platform to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention!" the buck's voice was loud and powerful. His demand quickly silenced any lingering conversations. "WELCOME TO THE RAIDER'S COLISUEM!!!" The crowd roared in approval as he continued, "with a thanks to our gracious host, Mathias Mephisto!" Again the crowd applauded. Toby reeled in slight disgust. It seemed everyone wanted a piece of the wolf's wealth.

The orator continued, "TONIGHT... WE HAVE A VERY SPECIAL TREAT. WE NOT ONLY SEE A FIGHT, BUT A FIGHT FOR THE COVETED REGIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! AND THE CHALLENGER IS A WORTHY ONE INDEED! CAPTURED IN THE HARSHEST MOUNTAINS, AND TAMED BY THE GREAT BEAST HUNTER HIMSELF, KAZMIR. HE HAS WON HIS LAST SIX FIGHTS AGAINST TOP CONTENDERS AND RIGHTFULLY EARNED THIS CHANCE TO COMPETE FOR THE TITLE OF CHAMPION! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE KING OF THE GLACIERS, MOJO!"

Toby heard the crowd roar, and he leaned in to get a better look inside the pit. His gasp accompanied the collective one from the rest of the crowd. On one end of the arena a large gate was being raised. The young fox gasped in fright when he saw what came roaring out of the dark cell door. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. It looked like some kind of cross between an anthro and feral wolf, but much, much bigger. The beast must have been captured in a place cold and harsh, because its fur was pure white. It would have been a fine coat too, if it were not for all the scars crisscrossing his body. Its body... the fox gasped again. Its body was massive. The creature's legs were giant pillars of flesh, hardened by an arduous lifestyle. His enormous muscles rippled with every movement of his body. The fox never seen a beast so powerful and imposing. Just when the beast wolf looked ready to jump out of the pit and attack the crowd, Kazmir stood up and held his open palm at the wolf. It was like he was signaling to stop. Amazingly, the creature obeyed. It stood up on its hind legs and bowed its head in the lion's direction. The crowd applauded again at his mastery over the wolf.

Soon the crowd quieted down again and the orator begin to speak once more, "AND NOW TIME TO MEET OUR CHAMPION. CLAIMED BY THE GREAT MATHIAS AS A CUB AND RAISED BY THE GREATEST TRAINERS MONEY CAN BUY! HE IS CURRENTLY UNDEFEATED, WITH A RECORD TWELVE TITLE DEFENSES TO HIS CREDIT AND WITH A CURRENT KILL COUNT OF FOUR, TWO INTENTIONALLY. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE RAVENOUS KILLER OF BEASTS, NECROS!"

The crowd roared and screamed with excitement. This is what they came to see. Mathias stood up and made the same sign to stop with his paw as the lion did. Out of the other end of the arena another gate was being raised. What came out of it dazzled Toby, as well as the rest of the audience. Walking out on its hind legs, a creature of impeccable breeding and strength came hulking out of the gate. As big as Mojo was, Necros was even more impressive in size. His coat of fur was as black as the night sky, and unlike Mojo, the beast had not a single scar on his body, making his fine black coat glimmer in the torchlight. Toby wondered how a gladiator like Necros could not have any signs of past injury. He was certainly a fearsome and imposing presence. The two creatures stood face to face and snarled at each other in anticipation of their fight.

"So what do you think of Necros my dear?" Delana whispered in Toby's ear.

"He's..." Toby thought for a minute on just what he really did think of the beast. "I've never seen something so magnificent in my entire life." It was true. The seemingly perfect psyique of the beast was amazing to behold. Combined with his savageness and feral nature, Necros became an utterly fascinating creature. Toby wished he could observe him from close up but was very content in the safety of where he was.

The orator reigned in the crowd's attention when he continued to speak, "And now that we have met our two competitors, it is time! Kazmir, Mathias, at my signal." He waited for a moment before nodding to the two and dropping his arm. "FIGHT!"

Mathias and Kazmir quickly dropped their arms and folded them across their chests. At that precise moment the two giant wolves stopped looking at their masters and now were staring each other down, while slowly circling the arena. The tension was thick between the two. They were both growling and baring their teeth at each other in a show of dominance. This part was purely ritualistic. Everyone knew what was going to come next.

It was Mojo who made the first move. He slashed out with his right paw aiming for the muzzle of Necros. The other wolf was quick to dodge drawing a gasp from the audience. Mojo followed with a slash from his other paw and a snap of his jaws towards the throat of Necros. The larger beast coolly leaned his head back to dodge both of the attacks. He then sprang to a far corner to gain some distance between him and his opponent. Mojo growled in frustration. Surprisingly Necros did not make any noise at all. The beast did not even look angry or excited.

Mojo stared down Necros and bared his teeth. It was obvious what the white furred creature was going to do next. Necros was far away against the wall, and it would be a perfect time for a rapid dash. Mojo readied his body for such an attack. He flexed and tightened his muscles, storing all the energy he could until his whole body looked tense and ready to explode. With a gasp from the crowd, Mojo became a blur in the eyes of the audience. He looked like white lightning as he sprang forth and flung his body toward Necros. There was not a set of eyes in the crowd that could have followed that attack. Mojo was so fast, so perfect, that everyone in the audience, except Mathias, was sure Necros was in trouble. The crowd gasped. Toby was in disbelief as he saw Necros move even faster and sidestep the attack! A loud thud was heard along with the wild cheering from the rabid audience. The claws of Mojo were deeply embedded in the steel wall. Toby could not be sure, but it almost sounding if Necros was chuckling. He could have struck and ended it right there but did not. Instead he backed off again. Something of a smirk was starting to form on the muzzle of Mathias. He already knew the outcome of the fight.

With a great heave, Mojo ripped his claws out of the steel wall. He turned around slowly and growled. Toby noticed that Mojo was a bit more subdued this time around. Mojo flexed his body as he readied to try the same attack. He flung his body toward his opponent with even more ferociousness than as before. Again Necros dodged just as before. This time, however, instead of slamming into the wall, Mojo weakly slumped against it with one of his paws gripping his stomach. The fox's gasp was lost in the wild, triumphant roars from the crowd. Necros was licking blood off of one of his paws. Mojo was yelping in pain, and his stomach was bleeding profusely. Every time Mojo would try and stand he would cry out and slump back in a heap against the cold steel. Necros was patiently circling him. The fox did not understand it at all. How could such a large creature execute an attack with such blinding speed and precision? He did not even see Necros start his movement.

"Damn wolf! Arghhh... Ok Mathias. It clear who stronger wolf is! I concede fight," Kazmir fought hard to keep his anger held back as he signaled his surrender to the buck.

"THAT DOES IT FOLKS! IN NEAR RECORD TIME, THE GREAT CHAMPION HAS EASILY DEFEATED HIS CHALLENGER FOR A RECORD THIRTEENTH TITLE DEFENSE!" The buck then calmed his voice a little, "I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL OF YOU FOR COMING OUT TODAY. THOSE OF YOU WHO WEREN'T FOOLISH ENOUGH TO BET AGAINST NECROS CAN COLLECT YOUR PROCEEDS AT THE TICKET WINDOW. THANK YOU AGAIN AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT."

Mathias let his smirk show, "You know I almost believed you, Kazmir when you said you have one whom could challenge my dear Necros. Your overconfidence will cost you dearly my friend." Mathias stood up and signaled his order to stop in the direction of Necros. It seemed Necros had other intentions. He defiantly roared back at Mathias. The crowd quickly went from cheering and celebration to frightened shrieking.

The twisting and snapping of bone and flesh resounded throughout the arena along with horrid gasps of disbelief. Most could not watch any longer and turned away in disgust. Others fled in panic. Toby had peered in to get a better look at just what was going on inside the pit. Mojo was crying helplessly beneath the giant black foot of Necros. His entire left arm had been torn off and was being held in the jaws of black beast. Toby swore Necros looked up right in his eyes at that moment. The fox was paralyzed with fear and could only stare back into those deep, black eyes. The fox saw nothing but hatred and anger in those eyes and something stranger. Toby felt as though the wolf was peering into his mind and telling that no matter what he belonged to him. Delana quickly shielded the young fox's head in her bosom. The tigress did not want him to see this, but she looked on with a fascination at the pure brutality.

"GOD DAMN YOU MATHIAS! YOU SON OF CURSED WHORE! YOU OWE ME!" the irate, uncontrollable screaming from the lion rained continuously on the ears of Mathias. The wolf simply ignored it, even as the insults became louder and more colorful. He could not concentrate on the lion, however. He needed to regain control of his beast. "NECROS! OBEY ME! STOP THIS AT ONCE!" He was stern and direct. The wolf never thought that for once he could not regain control, but even with his iron temperance, Mathias nearly dropped to his knees from nausea when he leaned over the edge and looked down at Mojo. The wolf was still alive!

"NECROS, I COMMAND YOU STOP THIS AT ONCE!" he screamed again. Mathias was pushed back in his chair at the shear horror of the next act that unfolded next. Necros stuck his claws in Mojo's back and lifted his twitching body up for all to see. Blood spilled freely on the floor until a large puddle had formed beneath them. At that moment every soul in the arena, including Mathias and Kazmir, were speechless in fear. That lingering, stingy cloud of terror did not pass. It did not pass when Necros slashed Mojo's stomach once again, this time making his guts spill out onto the floor. It did not pass as Necros ran his tongue along the side of Mojo's face. It did not pass as Necros finished the job in the most brutal way possible, by ripping Mojo's throat out with his jaws, and it did not stop when Necros threw down the dead wolf and walked casually back into his holding cell as if everything that happened was normal.

A lingering silence fell upon the arena. No one was able to speak. Even in their most brutal forms, the fighting had always been ritualized and ended when one trainer conceded. This was not a fight but a slaughter. Necros had long since crossed the line, and Mathias had failed as his master in preventing that. No one expected a show like this! Toby gradually raised his head up and looked around. Most of the other spectators were walking out shocked and disgusted, except those collecting their winnings at the ticket booths. "DAMN IT MATHIAS! I EXPECT COMPENSATION!" The lion screamed directly in the ear of the wolf.

It took a moment for Mathias to gather himself. He stood up and straightened his shirt, "and you shall receive it. Meet with me tomorrow and will negotiate your... compensation."

Mathias wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. He had already lost enough face tonight. Kazmir gave him a scornful look. "Me traverser encore et je vous tuerai," he mumbled in his native tongue before walking away.

"Yes, yes you blasted fool. I'll cross you whenever I choose to do so," Mathias said to himself as Delana grasped his arm with one of her paws. She held Toby's paw with the other. "We must leave here at once. This can go on no longer. Necros will obey me!" he emphasized with boldness in his voice. "We must leave at once! My champion can wait no longer!"

The rest of the night was a blur. Toby felt a kind of nausea from the bloodshed that he had never felt before. The group went in a backroom to see Necros loaded onto a huge trailer drawn by four mighty stallions. It took awhile to secure the trailer of Necros. Surprisingly the handlers got him loaded and on his way back to the mansion of the Mathias with little trouble at all. Then they stayed for awhile in a private den. Slyly Mathias had slipped a little needed something into Toby's drink. The fox was more than excited to have his first taste of alcohol. It ended up being some kind of dreadful laxative. Mathias had him escorted to a private bathroom were he spent nearly twenty minutes. Delana helped him clean up and dress again. She artfully persuaded him that he just had a bad reaction to his first drink. What would he know?

The image of the fight had at first excited him. But it was the image of Necros holding that poor wolf's arm in his throat that still made his stomach rumble in disgust. The way he was looking at him was still fresh on his mind. The group took a separate carriage. The ride this time was much more silent than the ride there. Delana just massaged the wolf's shoulders, trying to calm him from his bottled up rage. Maybe because it was the lingering silence, but the ride seemed much slower than it should have been. The mansion looked starkly different under the night sky. "Come on Toby, it is time," Mathias had a sort of coldness in his voice when he said those words. He then, unexpectedly walked away from the mansion. Toby was hesitant to follow him until Delana nudged him on his back. "It's okay Toby," she reassured him.

Toby followed the two through what looked as though to be some sort of forest maze and finally came to an obelisk like structure. It was jet black and blended in seamlessly with the night. "What is this place?" Toby asked in awe of the building. He was unsure if it even had a door.

"The Obélisque Noir. Toby these structures are where Mathias keeps his beasts. This is just one of many," Delana whispered in his ear as he watched Mathias fumble around the side of the building.

"Ah! I knew it was around here somewhere," Mathias exclaimed when he pressed a panel on the side of the building and a door opened, seemingly from nowhere. Toby just stared into the dark entrance until Delana pushed him gently from behind toward the door. The group walked down a flight of dimly lit stairs, until they came to a massive underground dwelling.

The smell was the first thing to hit Toby. It was a repulsive and overwhelming scent, yet strangely tantalized the young fox. The pungent aroma consisted of sweat, musk, and bodily wastes. Each smell was powerful and distinctly lupine in nature. The dwelling was large and spacious. It was also pitch black, except for dim light coming from the end of the hall. The light, along with the smell, grew stronger as the group walked toward its source. Toby could barely make out a large equine figure holding a torch. He was massive and not very modest, only was wearing a loose fitting loincloth. The group finally reached a large pit, surrounded by a low rail. A few torches dimly illuminated the pit below. Toby looked in the pit and gasped. It was a bit bigger than the pit in the arena. Though it was hard enough to see through the darkness below, he was able to make out several piles of hay and a large trough of water. Another corner was purposely not lit up. The darkness hid whatever was there.

"Greetings sir, I'm glad you made it on time," the horse called out. He then looked over to Toby and grinned widely. "Wow a fine specimen sir. I'm sure there is no way he'll be refused."

Toby gave him a confused look and then glanced back toward Delana and Mathias. Before he could even ask what was going on, he felt the strong hand of the equine grab his dress and lift him into the air. He was then promptly thrown over the rail and into the pit. The fox screamed as he fell down and landed face first on a soft pile of hay, positioned just perfectly to break his fall. It took a moment for Toby to regain his bearings. He looked up out of the pit to see the three smiling down on him. "JUST WHAT IN THE HELL!" he yelled furiously up at them, while pounding on the steel wall. "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

They all just smiled and chuckled softly. Delana leaned in, "Toby, you're not going anywhere. This is your new home now."

"But Delana," he responded, his voice much more subdued than before. He looked to her as if she would be the only one to help.

"Now, now Toby. I told you. This is your home. Relax a little and get used to it," she replied calmly while wrapping her arm around Mathias and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Toby looked to the wolf, "Mathias?"

"Toby I think now is the proper time to let you know the truth," he answered back coldly staring down in the pit directly at the fox. "There is no such thing as the chienne d'esclave. I made it all up. Just to make you put on that ridiculous dress. It's sort of a tradition. I dress all the new bitches in the same outfit. That is why everyone was fancying you tonight. It was a little challenging to get a male to wear it, but the gullibility of youth knows no bounds," Mathias chuckled at the end. Toby growled. He knew he should have never put on this damned dress.

The wolf continued, "However, when I said I wanted to implore your life with purpose and meaning, I was telling you the truth. Toby, go ahead and look closer at the far corner."

The young fox did just that. It was the only part of the pit not lit by torchlight. Toby could see nothing in that dark corner. He shut his eyes and stared harder. Eventually the fox's eyes slowly adjusted. He gasped loudly and stepped back when he finally could make out that something moving. It was not something small either. He peered and peered harder but could not make out what the thing was.

"Ragarth," Delana spoke motioning to the equine. "Light the last torch. Let Toby see what purpose his life will have now." Toby just stared in horrid anticipation as the equine slowly walked over with a lantern in one of his hands. The tall stallion gave him a wicked smile before leaning over the rail to light the last torch.

The horrifying silence that fell upon the young fox was evident to all. This was by far the most fear he had ever felt in his young life right at that very moment when he could finally make out what was resting in the corner. The fear Toby felt was the kind of someone being certain their life would end shortly, and there was not anything that could be done. Toby felt as though he was beyond hope, beyond prayer even. What he saw paralyzed his muscles and substituted rational thought with pure fear. There, in that corner, was Necros, sleeping soundly on a pile of hay.

"How could you Delana?" Toby screamed up at the tigress, lowering his voice this time in fear of waking the beast.

She smiled with the same seductiveness as before when her words slipped from her muzzle, "Mmmm, my dear, dear darling little fox. I..." she paused momentarily as she searched for the right words. "I envy you dear Toby."

The confusion caused by her words momentarily broke his fear. Just what did she mean by that Toby thought? The questioning in his head ceased when his attention was suddenly occupied as Mathias started to speak, "Toby....... I want you to look at Necros long and hard." The fox did not want to obey Mathias but ended up doing it anyway. There the great beast wolf lay, in all his violent glory. The frightened fox bravely moved a few steps closer. To him, this was the creature that would end his life, and his curiosity drove him nearer. Toby started to tremble when he got close enough to hear the creature's heavy breathing. Something else got to the young fox as well.

It was the smell, the sickening smell. Toby naturally always despised the musk of another male, but it was always something he could endure. This was much different. The odor was a thousand times more powerful than any pheromones he had smelt before. It made his eyes squint. His head exploded with nausea and revulsion. There was no way he could avoid it once he caught the scent, even as he back-peddled to try and escape. The whole pit was covered in his musk, as strong and powerful as the beast excreting it. Toby dropped to his knees and covered his nose. Some of the flowers fell from his head. So this was to be his fate. It was just his luck.

Mathias leaned in over the rail and smiled at Toby. He then started to speak to the fox like he was simply conducting business, "A loup sauvage should be a beast that is easily controlled if properly sated. I lost control of Necros tonight because I am not fulfilling the most basic needs he requires for his complete submission. I have nurtured him since he was a pup. I spared no expense in trying to make him happy. Do you know why such a powerful wolf like me could not fulfill the needs of my beast?" Toby looked down and shook his head. He did not. "I give him the finest meals, the finest pen, and the finest medical care Toby, but there is one thing I have not been able to give him." He leaned in more over the rail. "He needs a bitch Toby."

There was a long moment of silence before Mathias continued to speak, "Now you may be asking yourself just why I chose you...... a male. I mean all the other wolves I own have actual females as their bitches. Well I had tried just that. Even though his fighting prowess was unmatched, I still thought his tastes would of the generic nature. So I was quite horrified when he killed the first female I gave him. This had never quite happened to me before. So I was befuddled and simply thought Necros did not like the female I gave him. For sometime, I presented Necros with female after female. I was appalled at every occurrence of gazing upon that wretched beast, watching him tear their bodies to pieces. For the life of me I could not figure out why he did what he did. He has never mated in his entire life, and yet every female I give him he disposes of with the same brutality as his opponents. Since he was a pup, I noticed his lust build up and boil over as he grew. I tried to sate it as I have all the other few select loup sauvages I have owned but was not succeeding. He's a full-grown male in his prime that has never fulfilled his instinct to take a bitch as his own. That is what the do in the wilds. My failure is why he is filled with so much hatred, so much resentment. But why did he not choose a bitch out of the several females I had given him?"

Toby glanced over once more at Necros. He gasped in horror when he spotted something he had missed before. Under a dark shadow were a pile of neatly stacked bones and shredded dresses. They were just like the one he was wearing. It must have been the females Mathias was talking about. Mathias looked over and smiled at the equine before putting his arm around him. "It was then, when I was discussing the problem with a close confidant when my loyal guard Ragarth blurted out an answer, so deceptively simple, but yet so ingeniously brilliant."

The equine beamed with joy. "I think Necros might just like males like I do Sir," Ragarth beamed with great pride.

"Even though I punish guards who speak out of turn, I hugged him and gave him three rocks of solid gold, a future cut of what Necros will earn me now. Most of all Ragarth, for that wonderful ray of enlightenment, I assign you to personally guard this den and grant you full privileges to watch everything that goes on here. However, you may only bring males that Delana approves of first. Remember this place is more important than your life, even though it doesn't exist, understand?" Mathias asked patting the equine's back. Toby could see Ragarth smiling down while rubbing his crotch.

"YES SIR! I'll do my duty to bring you honor Sir Mathias. I'll guard this place with my life," the horse said before kneeling before the wolf. Mathias tapped him on his back to acknowledge his submission. Then the equine stood back up.

"But I'm not like that! I don't like males!" Toby yelled out in frustration.

"I don't think Necros will care darling, and besides.... you'll learn to in time sweetie. Maybe sooner than you think," Delana responded with her voice as smooth as ever.

Toby felt his stomach become even sicker. He was trembling violently, and began to feel dizzy before he hunched over and finally lost it. Everyone above him laughed when he started to throw up all over the cold steel floor. The sound of their laughter was silenced immediately when something stirred in the corner.

Toby wiped his muzzle cleaned. Then the fox looked up and again the paralyzing fear gripped him. Time slowed down as the frightened fox watched Necros start to rouse from the corner. He became larger, scarier as he unfurled his body.

"Necros, my beast, you might have expected punishment for your actions tonight, but I will need to punish you no longer! Instead you will obey me from this moment on. For I have what you need! I have what you desire! Look before you and meet your new bitch! I think you'll find this one especially different from the others," Mathias said loudly and proudly.

The fox was horrified that Necros looked like he understood every word Mathias said, even nodding his head. He stood up on his hind legs. Toby yelped in fear when he saw the full visage of Necros up close. Every muscle on the beast was massive and rippled with fascinating brilliance. The fox was terrified but still in awe. The wolf was a prime example of superior masculinity and athleticism. There was no way Toby was going to have a chance of fighting him. He desperately looked around for a place to escape. Nothing but steep walls and an iron gate surrounded him. He looked back at Necros just in time to see the giant wolf growl viciously at him. Every aspect of the beast was terrifying.

"From now on Toby your life will have purpose. The life you live now will be one of devotion. Every passing second you will live to serve Necros," with every word Mathias spoke his beast drew closer. The visage of Toby filled more and more with jet black fur of Necros. His entire body covered with it, making him look like a hulking black demon. The smell became much stronger as he drew closer. Toby reeled in disgust when he saw the musk of Necros dripping, like sweat, down his massive sheath and the heavy sac that hung below. Toby never sought to notice it during the fighting at the coliseum, but it was certainly frightening up close. Mathias must have been right when he said Necros had never mated. For his sac was fully inflated and laden with his seed. It swayed softly with each step the beast took. The sheath was swelling considerably, and Toby even saw the dripping sanguine tip of the beast's cock starting to emerge. The overwhelming and nauseating scent of musk was becoming even stronger as its source started to come out in the open. The scared fox looked away and shut his eyes tightly. He did not want to see it anymore.

"From now on Toby your entire life will be devoted to serving as the bitch of Necros. You will clean him when he is dirty, tend to him if he is wounded, and service him if he so demands it! You better make him think that you are being a good bitch to him, for your very life depends on it. Toby, from now on the only things you will be able to eat are the scraps that Necros gives you. He is also very picky about strangers drinking from his trough. He had better like you, or you'll die of thirst rather quickly," Mathias explained as clearly and loudly as he could. He wanted to make sure that every word had time to sink in with the frightened little fox. Each word did, and they stabbed like a knife through the mind of Toby. After hearing what kind of hope he had Toby finally teetered over the edge on what he wanted his fate to be. He decided then and there. He would rather die then endure this kind of life. All the while he felt the presence of Necros inch closer and closer to him until he was sure the beast was standing right over him.

"NOW TOBY! LOOK UP AND MEET YOUR NEW MASTER!" Mathias proudly yelled down at Toby. The trembling fox slowly leaned his head up and opened his eyes. He tried to scream in helpless terror, but the fear was so intense his voice froze in his throat. There he was, a helpless little fox, staring in the eyes of a ravenous killer wolf. Everyone watching held their breath in anticipation. Would this actually work? The moment lasted an eternity. Toby stared deeply in the eyes of Necros. They were cold and decisive, though there was something strangely intriguing about them. Instead of being animalistic, the beast seemed like he held so much emotion behind those eyes, all bottled up waiting to be shown. It was like Necros was not feral at all.

The fox crawled backwards slowly while still staring into the eyes of Necros. He stopped and started to shiver violently again when he backed up into a wall. Now there was no where to go. He was trapped and helpless. He closed his eyes in fear again once the giant paw of Necros gripped the dress on his chest, lifting him up in the air.

Suddenly Toby could no longer see or hear anything. Was this it? Was he going to die? He started to see distant memories clouded in uncertainty. Toby saw himself as a young child wondering the streets. He remembered fighting the other street orphans, trying valiantly, but vainly, to keep from being bullied. He fought with every ounce of energy he had to fend them off. He saw himself back in the orphanage. Again memories surfaced of him scrapping tenaciously to keep his roommates from stealing his belonging. Why were these memories surfacing now? Was something inside him telling him to fight? For a moment he was not scared any longer. If he was to die then he would go out fighting.

Toby opened his eyes to see Necros staring back at him. The fox summoned enough courage to give a look of defiance to the wolf. He then gripped the wrist of the arm holding him, and took his other paw and swung it firmly at the muzzle of Necros. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist as it glanced off Necros. The blow did absolutely nothing. It did not even make Necros angry. He swung again with his other arm. It was no use. Necros just pinned him harder against the steel. Toby reeled in disgust as he felt the hot breath of Necros against his face when the beast growled. It smelled like rancid death, the blood of Mojo.

Toby now desperately pounded on the arm of Necros. He was trying everything to get out of that suffocating grip. Necros just pressed him harder against the steel. Toby cried out loudly in pain. He felt his body start to compress. Necros still was just only using a fraction of his might. The fox had stopped trying to escape and was now gasping for air. He had to fight for every breath he took. The bared teeth of Necros were now right next to his throat. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was the acceptance of his impending death, but Toby just went limp. He knew this was it. He was going to die.

The moment passed. The fox felt no pain, no emotion. Was this it? He straightened his head back up and opened his eyes. There was Necros staring right back. His teeth were no longer showing. Toby felt a little twinge of disappointment that he had not suffered his desired fate. Then something curious happened. Necros started to sniff him. First around his muzzle, then his chest, and then, humiliating enough, up his dress. His cold, wet nose brushed around his sheath and thoroughly explored under his tail. Eventually Necros brought his head back up to stare at the terrified fox once again.

Toby grimaced as he felt the large tongue of Necros slurp up his neck and face. The fox was trying to figure out just what in the hell he was doing. Why did he smell him so thoroughly, and just why was he tasting him? His questions were answered when he felt a claw slip down the top of his dress and rip the entire garment off in one swift motion. Tears started to fall down Toby's eyes as his body was bared. The group above showed their appreciation with applause and laughter. Mathias was right. Necros did not want to kill him. No, he needed a bitch. An animal, so primal, so instinctual, that had been provided everything he had ever wanted only to be denied one of his most basic needs.

Toby cried out in horror and pain as his arms were now spread apart and pinned back against the steel wall. The cold tongue of Necros spread its slickness all over Toby's chest. Just a little further the fox thought. The beast paused when he came to Toby's sheath. It was just the opportunity the fox had been looking for. With all the might and force he could muster, Toby swung one of his free legs and aimed his foot straight for the chin of Necros. The beast's head flung up when it hit, but he quickly recovered. He growled viciously at the fox, which again kicked the chin of Necros. This time the beast was ready for it and snatched Toby's foot in his jaws.

He could of tore it clean off it he had wanted to but just held it firmly in his maw. He then let Toby's leg fall back down before pinning his entire body against the much smaller fox. Now there was nothing Toby could do. His entire body was immobilized by the massive weight pressed against it. He felt something else too. Something hard, and incredibly hot, pressed into his stomach. No, that could not be what he thought it was. It was much too big! It jabbed again into his stomach and made Toby gasp in pain. All the hope and prayers the fox had were for him to just die right there. He knew what was jabbing him in the belly. He just did not want to believe it.

Necros suddenly flung the fox far across the room. Toby yelped in pain when he landed hard on a pile of hay. He turned around to see the beast facing him, standing on two legs. He could hear the gasps from the group watching above, along with his own. He did not think he could become anymore afraid than he had already been, but it happened. There was the beast in all his herculean glory slowly stroking over his dripping length. He made sure the little fox could get a good, long look at his new master, his cock. Now Toby desperately wanted his life to end right at that moment.

Though he continued to look on with fascination. It was almost like seeing a terrible accident. He wanted to avert his eyes from the terror but could not turn them away out of instinctual curiosity. The monstrous cock of Necros was growing with every stroke. It could have been as long as his forearm, and the shaft was already thicker the knot on most canines! It was had a very dark reddish purple tone, with an innumerable number of red and blue veins crisscrossing its length. Toby was so scared now he could barely breath. What kind of sick bastard was Mathias? Necros drew closer and closer as each second passed continuing to slowly stroke his cock.

Toby closed his eyes, and Necros was standing right over him when he opened them again. A giant paw enveloped his head before he had time to react. He coughed and vainly tried to push away as Necros shoved Toby's face right into his crotch. The sweaty musk soaked right into the soft fur on the much smaller fox's face. Now there was no way he could get away from that smell. It was now a part of him, soaked into his fur and his conscious. He felt that terrible piece of turgid flesh rub hard against the sides of his face. It left its greasy slime all over Toby's lips as he fought to spit out what little got in his mouth. The fox felt his stomach churn again. He gagged and would have thrown up, had he not emptied his stomach earlier.

Toby knew he had to focus. There must be something he could do. A desperate idea suddenly came to the despondent fox. He knew what he had to do. He knew a way he could get back at Mathias and escape this life forever. Necros stepped back a bit when he was sure the fox was thoroughly covered in his scent and stared down at him smirking. Toby clenched both his fists and thought of Mathias. Just thinking of that wolf looking down and laughing at the whole scene made Toby's rage build higher than it ever had before. With all the fury and might he ever mustered in his young life the fox sprung up and swung his fist straight for the chin of Necros. This was the last thing the beast was expecting. He had also underestimated the force of the blow and was knocked back a bit. How could such a little creature have struck him with such force?

Toby did not want to give Necros a chance to figure out what had just happened. He knew in the end he would lose, but if he died fighting Necros, then Mathias would become unbearably angry and frustrated. Just the thought of him cursing made Toby smile as he flung another punch toward Necros. The beast must have still been in awe of the initial resistance because the second punch landed squarely on his muzzle. This forced Necros to take a step backwards. Toby was a moment from landing the third punch when a swift kick to his stomach sent him flying back against the wall. He fought through the pain and stood up immediately clenching his fists and staring defiantly back at Necros. Toby's resolve wavered slightly when he saw what appeared to be a smile on the beast's muzzle. Was Necros enjoying this?

He shook his head. It did not matter. "Just hit me a little harder you son of bitch!" Toby screamed as he charged at Necros. He threw his right fist like a fireball through the air. Toby did not get to see what happened next. The move what so fast, he could not even figure out what had happened, but in less than a second, his body was slammed face first against the steel wall. He felt a little blood trickle from his mouth. One of his teeth must have shattered on impact. Before Toby could possibly have anytime to react, the gigantic body of Necros slammed into his back nearly knocking him out cold. He never realized just how strong the wolf was until now. There was no way he could move a muscle, not against the great weight pressed against him. The stunned fox could not even draw a breath. The suffocating fire in his lungs was a pain he welcomed. Just a little longer he thought.

"AGGRRHHH! Just kill me you bastard!" Toby cried out in frustration. Necros had let up just enough for him to keep breathing. Tears freely flowed from Toby's eyes. This was it. He was not going to die tonight. Both the wolves would have their way. Toby whimpered and sobbed softly against the wall. His entire body was at will to the great might of Necros. His mammoth legs positioned themselves inside of Toby's. With one swift motion the fox's legs were forcibly spread apart, pulling his groin muscle.

Necros did not care whether or not he had hurt the fox, only that now he was in a proper position to be breed. A long, sloppy lick up the back of Toby's neck preceded his tail nearly being torn off as it was yanked upward. The searing hot piece of flesh pressed right up between his cheeks. It rubbed back and forth over of his tail-hole leaving a trail of its slippery slime that soaked into the fur on his rump. For awhile Necros just slid his massive organ in the middle of that perfect rear. More and more of that slime coated his backside. It disgusted and revolted the fox, but yet he could do nothing about it. Just when he thought it could not get any worse, Toby felt that huge length pull away.

The group watching above leaned over the rail as much as they could. This was the moment they had all been waiting for. Toby was already frightened enough that he nearly lost his sanity when he felt the tip of the beast's cock press up against his tail-hole. Again a renewed fury came upon him, and he struggled with every last ounce of energy he had. The fox thrashed and squirmed trying to get out of that suffocating grip. Still Necros was much too strong.

The first moment he had laid his eyes on that monstrous piece of flesh he had tried to erase the visage from his mind. It was so big, so terrifying. Now there was no escaping the feeling of just how big it really was. Toby held out one last hope that Necros would just be too large for him, that his tail-hole just could not stretch that wide. In fact, he was almost sure of it. There was no way that the mammoth cock of Necros would be able to go into Toby's little body. He flexed and tightened his tail-hole while saying a silent prayer. That desperate prayer was not answered. The young fox's virginity was no match for the strength of a beast like Necros.

Toby felt his rear practically being torn apart as the enormous tip of the wolf's cock roughly opened his tail-hole and plowed into his body. Both their virginities were lost forever in that moment. This was the last way Toby wanted to lose his, to a male, even more a feral beast. It was over now. His life was over now. There was nothing he could do. Necros was inside his body, which they both knew now belonged to him. Tears streamed down the trembling fox's face. He was sure the cock inside him was ripping his guts apart. He was also sure that it might end up killing him. He could only hope for something as much. The distance sound of applause found its way to Toby, though he was much more focused on the excruciating pain in his abdomen. He felt his insides burn from being stretched far beyond their normal limits, but it was nothing compared to how much that cock burned. Like a fiery hot spear, it only made his body hotter and compounded his pain as more slid into him.

A scream came from Toby just as he felt that pillar of flesh inside go deeper than he ever thought possible. At that moment he thought Necros had reached his limit. There was no way he could go any deeper. He misjudged, and Necros pushed his cock in even deeper! Several times Toby thought he had taken all of Necros, that there was no way his cock could be any longer, or for his body to be able to take anymore. Each time though Necros would slide a few more inches into the poor fox. That just made Toby whimper and cry loudly. He could think of a thousand deaths that were not as painful as what was happening to him now. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the slim, petite hips of the fox were placed snugly against their oversized counterpart. Toby could not believe it. That frightening monstrous cock that had scared the life out of him earlier, that thick titan he tried to black out from his mind, it was now fully resting inside his body. Like a cascade of horrible realizations all raining down at once, Toby now fully realized and accepted the situation he was in.

Even just little movements made the fox groan out in pain. It made him feel just how much Necros was a part of him. He could only guess at just how deeply he was penetrated, but he knew he could feel it jabbing into his stomach. Its absurd thickness made him feel as though his entire lower torso was being split open. The young fox's body twitched and shuddered involuntarily around the cock of the beast. Necros had let up greatly, but Toby was far too scared to move. Even if he just shifted his body, he felt the huge cock nearly tear something in him.

The next things he noticed were the giant claws of Necros tracing through the fur on his back and sides. One of his paws reached down and grabbed a hard bulge in Toby's belly. The horrified fox cried out in pain, while his claws raked down the steel wall. He had just squeezed Toby's already tender belly right around the cock bulging out of it making the fox want to scream out as loud as he could but even that would have made the pain greater. Any muscle that was flexed just made his body tighter and hurt even more. It sounded like somebody was trying to speak but all he could hear was the heavy breathing of Necros on his back.

"CONGRATULATIONS TOBY!" the group above yelled out in earnest.

"OWWWW, DARLING YOU LOOK SO PRECIOUS LIKE THAT!" Delana screamed out immediately after. She then turned to Mathias and kissed him deeply. Mathias embraced her tightly and leaned her over the rail. He opened one of his eyes, as he kissed Delana to watch the beast wolf and his new little fox. The sight was completely unreal. He had not been entirely sure that this was going to work. The same way he was not entirely sure if Toby could live through taking all of the Necros. It must have hurt like hell he thought. Even though watching two males was certainly not in his tastes, the sight was extremely arousing none the less.

Toby failed to make out anything the group had said. His senses were much too overwhelmed by extreme pain radiating throughout him. He felt the long, slippery tongue of Necros glide up the back of his neck. Feeling that cold wetness against him just made Toby whimper out louder. The huge length inside him shifted around causing his body to shift with it, making him cry out in even more pain. Why could he not just die? Many thoughts akin to these ran through the poor fox's head. He just wanted it to be over with, but knew it just was only just starting. The next thing he felt was the gigantic muscled arms of Necros wrap around his chest and pull him closer. Toby weakly grabbed on to the arms around him in a vain attempt to pull them off. Another lick from Necros made him stop. He finally could figure out that the more he resisted the more Necros was enjoying it.

Still knowing this the fox struggled with as much strength as he could muster. He knew it was already over but wanted to make sure that Necros knew that he would never give up. Another terrible shriek came from Toby as his body froze. Necros was starting withdraw that burning colossus from his tail-hole. The overly stretched guts of Toby collapsed painfully back in place. Necros withdrew half his cock, moving just as slowly as he did when he entered Toby. The fox let out another horrid cry as his tender insides instantly swelled again with a powerful thrust from Necros. The same pattern followed for several more minutes. Each time Necros withdrew as slow as he possibly could, only to heave forward with all his strength. Toby let out horrid scream after horrid scream with every thrust. He could look back and see the beast smirking at him, as if he was enjoying the fox's screams. Still Toby screamed. He no longer had control over his body's actions. A terrible feeling it was for him, not being able to control his body. He fought and struggled with desperation not to scream but did anyway. He was so weak and sore that he could barely fathom the strength to move any muscle, but yet his body jerked and shuddered from the movement of the cock inside him.

Constant horrible and burning pain spread throughout the fox. Still, he felt far worse things than the pain. The humiliation was equally unbearable. He could not imagine how many people Mathias and Delana would tell, not to mention the equine who now had a front row seat to the rest of his life. The worse part is when Toby thought about his life. If he did not find a way to end it soon than this would not be the last time he would be feeling this. Has his life lost its meaning? No it did not. Every action he would take would be for Necros. Oh well, he thought. It was just his luck. It was just his luck that this horrible pain he felt would be repeated again and again throughout his life. It was just his luck that his life's work would now go to serving the beast that was causing him his horrible pain. That was nothing to what Toby considered the worst part of all, the far off end to his ordeal. The seed of another male would soon be inside him, something that completely disgusted and revolted Toby.

A couple of hard thrusts forced more tears out of the fox's eyes. Necros now was moving his hips slowly but at a very steady pace, unlike before. Toby wished it could be over soon. It was not to be. This was the first time Necros had ever mated, and something inside the fox knew that the beast wanted to draw this out as long as possible. He wanted to stretch out every moment and torture the fox as much as he could. Toby was becoming more worried with every passing moment. Necros was going at a deliberately slow pace. How long could the beast keep a chain on his lust, Toby wondered. His breathing did not increase. His body temperature stayed remarkably the same, and his heart did not beat any faster.

The fox let out another antagonizing scream. Necros was so much more feral than he was, yet able to control his instincts completely. He suppressed his lust to prevent him from slamming the fragile little fox right into the steel wall. Instead he made sure to draw out each thrust; making the fox's insides grope and feel every little detail on his cock. Every vein and ridge was snuggly caressed by the guts of Toby. Time was of no concern to Necros. It meant nothing to a beast like him. He had no schedule, or appointments to meet, and he had no one to meet. He just had his precious little bitch, right where he wanted him.

More time passed, and Necros did not change his cadence. However, the fox was now feeling much different. His insides were so tender and sore that they were becoming numb. He could no longer feel his tail-hole, which he had guessed had been torn.

The only thing now that he could feel in his insides was the intense heat coming from the cock of Necros. His voice had long since weakened to the point where he was unable to scream or even say a word. Toby lifted his head and opened his eyes. Something peculiar had happened. Necros had once again fully sheathed his cock inside Toby and stopped thrusting. Then Toby heard what sounded like a laugh come from the beast. One of his paws drifted down in-between the fox's legs. What Necros felt made Toby felt made his eyes widen in renewed humiliation. Necros had wrapped his paw around the fox's erect cock bobbing out in front of him.

Toby started to cry heavily again. He was in the most pain he had ever felt in his young life, but yet his cock hung freely out of its sheath like he was enjoying it. He let out a ghastly shriek. How could his body betray him? How could Necros do this to him? Now he fully realized just why the beast wolf was taking those slow thrusts. Just breeding him was not enough. Necros had to be methodical in shaping the young fox to be a good bitch. He had to make Toby completely submit, and the first step was making his body accept him. The next step would be taking control of his conscious.

The naïve fox was foolish to think that this was just a simple mounting. No, this was something much more complex, repeated in the wilds over and over again. In time, the fox would come to serve him. The goal of Necros was not just to try and impregnate Toby. It was to control him through the act of mating. That is what it meant to be a true bitch. He let out another of his haunting feral laughs. His ears were keen enough to hear a small moan barely escape the lips of the fox. He tried to hold it back but the stroking on his cock forced it out of him. No, there was no way he would enjoy this, not even for a second! What the hell was happening to him? All he could feel was nothing but searing pain, yet his cock bobbed fully erect outside his sheath, dripping with his pre. That the paw of Necros constantly squeezed and rubbed on his cock was the worst part of all.

With his body submitted to him it was now time to go after Toby's mind. Necros knew it would be quite a challenge. The resilient fox was rejecting him completely, but with every thrust he was gaining ground in his mind. Toby was completely exhausted. His whole body was numb, and he could no longer gather the strength to resist. More and more his conscious was telling him to submit, to do nothing but take what he was getting. He was also starting to understand Necros was much more than just a feral beast. The wolf was much more than just a simple animal. Toby first denied it, but soon realized that Necros understood every exact word Mathias said to him earlier. It was not just one-word commands either. The feral wolf could comprehend each word distinctively and decisively. He knew exactly what was going on, and that very realization was exactly what made petrified, yet emboldened the young fox.

With a couple of deep breaths, and the feeling of Necros starting to slowly thrust inside him again, Toby gathered all his strength and impossibly, words started to form out of his dried up, sore throat. "Nec....... ros........... Listen.......... I know.......... you ca.... can hear me," the fox paused for a moment to clear his throat and gather more strength. "I......... I........... I will........... never.......... live.... for you."

Those were all the words Toby could muster, but it they were just the right words that were needed to get to Necros. A bitch needed to devote not just its body, but its life to its stud. Those words infuriated the wolf more than any opponent he had ever fought in the ring did. Growling and reaching up to choke Toby, Necros drew back his hips, so that the tip of his cock was resting just inside the fox's tail-hole, and slammed them forward as hard as he could. Toby let out some sort of mangled scream. Necros had nearly broken the fox's hips. Toby sounded though he was ready to mutter out another sentence. It was never to be. Teeth bit into the flesh on his nape silencing his words. Necros had heard enough. If Toby would not be willing give him his mind, then he would take it.

Once again fire filled Toby's belly when Necros withdrew his cock all the way and smashed right back in the fox's guts. He wasted no time in repeating the action. The naïve little fox thought his body was too numb and sore to feel anymore pain. Once again this evening, he was wrong. Now the cadence and force of the thrusts were much worse. Toby wondered why he could not just lose consciousness, just wake up after the ordeal. Instead he felt the claws of the beast dig right into his chest. He pressed in hard enough to cause pain but not injury. His claws left scratch marks when he slid them down Toby's torso. He dragged them down the perfect curves and taught frame that made the fox a perfect bitch.

Some sort of sick pleasure gripped Toby when his tail-hole squeeze the wolf's cock once again. It would only feel good for a split second. Then his tail-hole would flex harder around the huge cock stretching it. That would make Toby reel in pain. His body flexed like this at least three times with every rapid thrust. All he could do was scream louder in pain. He began to notice something else as well. Something he had not seen before on the monstrous cock of Necros. Like someone punching him in the rear, a large, hard piece of flesh, bigger than Toby could have ever imagined, was pounding at his already overly stretched tail-hole. Toby wanted to ignore it at first, for he knew what it really was. No, he thought to himself. Necros could not do this to him. Just as ridiculously big as the rest of his endowment was, the knot of Necros was no less gigantic.

The fox was desperate to prevent this final act of humiliation. Toby squeezed down his tail-hole as tight as he could. He knew he was causing Necros pleasure, but this might be the only way to keep from being tied. Summoning all the endurance he could muster Toby locked his tail-hole down. A growl came from the beast as his cock was squeezed. It was working! That bulbous, gargantuan knob of flesh bruised his tightly clenched ring again and again but failed to go in. Toby managed to smile through the gasps of pain. The knot grew larger with every thrust. It was so big it felt almost like he was being spanked by it. The fox knew now that Necros would never tie him. He had just grown too big now.

Toby's smile quickly faded when Necros, peculiarly, stopped thrusting, just spreading the fox's cheeks with his knot. He felt a paw yank his head back and a long stroke of a tongue across his nape. The following cry from the fox was so horrendous even the group above, who's senses were clouded with lust, were all disturbed in some way. Mathias and Delana had paused in their own love making session as a chill ran through both of them. The horse, which had been leaning over the edge and furiously pleasuring himself, had suddenly stopped and was now wide-eyed at imagining the pain of the fox. The beast had not spoken, or even made a noise, but Toby knew exactly what Necros meant when his head was yanked back farther, and he was forced to look into those wild eyes.

Necros had never shown the fox his true strength. The resistance and fight Toby put up the entire night was for nothing. Necros had been toying with him all along. Now it was time for the fox to experience his full might. With the great power of the champion he was, Necros drew back his hips and slammed them into Toby's rump. His strength was so great that it probably would not have mattered how big his knot was. It nearly split his body in half as it was forced into him. Toby had thought it hurt when he first felt the wolf's cock. That was nothing compared to what he now felt. The pain was so great that he blacked out for several seconds and came to sobbing. Necros had tied him. There was no going back now. Toby was his bitch. Another scream came from the fox as the knot inflated to its full size. "Please.......... no more," Toby made a weak last prayer. Fortunately, for once, his prayer was answered. The mammoth knot grew no bigger. Toby was glad it did not. He was feeling his body strain to hold together.

A scream and a series of grunts came from the audience above. They were lost in their own passions. One single disgusting thought know crossed the fox's mind. Necros had just tied with him that means he would soon be. No, there was nothing he could do. The wolf's cock throbbed forcing the fox's body to shudder with it. The heavy balls of Necros reared up and cum started to pour into Toby. This was the most nauseating moment in the young fox's life. He was taking another male's seed within him. He was being bred.

The torrid heat spread rapidly within his body. He wanted to throw up, black out, anything to avoid the feeling of what was happening to him. The massive knot shifted, as Necros started to grind his knot harder inside Toby. All his stored up seed, all his pent up lust, everything was being released in this one glorious moment. The beast wolf had never known such pleasure as this, and he held on to Toby as if to try and hold on to the moment forever. Cum poured in a continuous stream from his cock, and his knot hardened with each pulse.

The feeling lost in that one unconscious moment, Toby glanced down and saw that he had came as well. It just added to the humiliation, sort of like icing on the cake. There was no pleasure, however, only greater pain. His belly had to stretch further as even more cum filled him. The scorching heat heightened his pain with each new wave of cum injected into him. "Please no more," Toby begged through his whimpering. Necros knew what Toby was begging for but failed to care. For the first time in his life he was taking a bitch, and nothing would stop him from exerting his will.

The beast sensed that this mating was more than just his primal instincts. Necros began to feel something else other than lust. Everything about his new bitch drove him crazy. The fox felt so warm and delicate. His smell was so pleasantly sweet and mild, and best of all, so very masculine. Even as feral as he was, he felt a strong bond, connection to the fox, like he could feel what he was feeling. A strange sense of pity came across Necros. He had never pitied any living thing in his life. For a second, he wanted to stop because of the fox's pain. He shook his head and resumed grinding his knot into Toby. The beast tried to clear his head of these strange new emotions. After all, he owned the fox now. His cum was in the little male's belly. The fox was his bitch and nothing more! Another contraction from the fox's tail-hole elicited a growl from Necros. Again he licked up the back of Toby's neck. And what a find bitch he would make.

The others applauded when Mathias corked the champagne. He handed out three glasses and poured them all. The three toasted before they sipped their drinks. They all leaned over the rail to get a better look. Mathias glanced over at Delana, who was staring idly down at the new pair. Her legs were still shaking from the rough breeding she had just received. The seed of Mathias was still warm in her womb. Ragarth was wiping his own cum off with a rag. He licked his lips as he looked down. This was a sight that he would never tire of. Poor fox, he thought. The skin under his fur had been drained of all its color. His eyes were bloodshot. His cheeks were soaked in his tears. The equine could only imagine what the fox's lower body looked like. He chuckled, indifferent to the little male's suffering.

Toby gagged yet again. The sickness he felt only grew stronger with each new spurt of cum that landed inside him. The knot had yet to decrease in size at all, and the beast was still filling him as rapidly as when he first had started! Toby begged and cried for it to end. His vision was so blurry from his tears he could not see a foot in front of him. He choked and yelped as he struggled to speak, "Pl.... please.... stop."

The beast only responded with his feral chuckle. He ground his knot harder into Toby. Another loud howl filled the chamber as more cum poured into Toby. Necros would never disobey Mathias again. Especially after giving him such a worthy bitch. He would do everything Mathias would order him to do, as long as he had food, a clean den, and, most importantly of all, Toby. The fox tried to speak again, tried to force another desperate plea from his throat. His voice was too dry. His mind was too far-gone from the pain.

Against his will his body finally fully submitted. No longer could he flail his arms or even make any noise at all. There was no more energy left for him to resist. He completely relaxed every muscle in his form. The beast had finally stopped filling him with cum, but his knot did not shrink. Instead it just pulsed as it rested inside the fox. Toby knew Necros was not done. This meant nothing now to him. He could slowly feel his conscious slipping away. Everything would be better soon. His pain would not last much longer. Necros started thrusting again, each time tugging his knot against the fox's tail-hole. Each breath became shorter and shorter for the fox. It was over. Toby had finally lost consciousness.

"Well, it seems your champion is now back under your command dear," Delana complimented the wolf with pride.

Mathias then looked in Delana's eyes.

"Indeed," he said before pausing to look her over. "Mmmmm.... shall we depart this beastly den, for something more.... secluded.... and complimentary of a female of your beauty?"

She could never resist the flattery of the wolf. It reminded her that Mathias was a male who could fulfill her any desire. All though they acted like mates when together, they were anything but. At one point Delana thought she had loved him. It was foolish of her. His frequent infidelity and lifestyle of endless business tirades made him a terrible mate. Delana was not ideal herself either. This was the best kind of relationship both could only hope for.

"As you wish, mi' lord," she said, as she smiled and looked into the eyes of Mathias. He put her arm around her and both started to walk out. Mathias glanced back at the equine, "Lock up tight tonight Ragarth. They are not to be disturbed for the next three days. Then he shall be ready to fight." The horse nodded, and with that the two were on their way.

Toby woke up sometime later. It may still have been night, or perhaps it was morning. He could not know for sure. The only lights in here were the constant, dim torches. His vision was blurred with pain as well. Every movement from his body would make him yelp loudly in agony. The beast was snoring on top of him. Trying to get away, he wriggled his body and then let out a thundering scream. Necros was still tied to him. The knot had been too large to come out during the whole night and was still pulsing inside his body. The large furry arm of the wolf was wrapped around Toby's swollen belly holding him close.

The pain and soreness suddenly returned in greater force. Toby's body was so hot that he would jump into a tub of ice if he could. His tongue was hanging out of the side of his muzzle. Panting heavily, he was trying desperately to cool down. Worst of all, his scream seemed to awaken the sleeping beast. He started to feel the hot breath of Necros on the back of his neck. The wolf held his body closer, with Toby's back pressing into the thick fur on the chest of Necros. This could not be the fox thought. Why could this just not end?

A large set of teeth grazing his nape reminded him that it would never end. This was to be his life. Just that thought made him thrash around in despair. It only succeeded in getting Necros to tighten his grip around his waist. When the pain from moving around had passed he started to feel something strange. An obscure sense of security came over him wrapped in the big male's arms. It was almost like all his soreness and hurt disappeared at once, replaced with a feeling of comforting warmth and love. Toby gagged again. No, he hated this and did not want to live on as a slave to a feral beast. The pain was quick to return and replace his short feeling of calm when Necros tried to draw his hips back. His knot tugged painfully against Toby's tail-hole. Finally he stopped and collapsed his body back onto Toby's. The fox turned his head to the side and looked up at the beast. He could feel the heart of Necros beat rapidly, and he heard him panting heavily.

It was at that moment, Toby instantly felt the wolf's suffering as well. He had been tugging and pulling on his knot but could not get it out. Toby thought just how sore and raw his cock must be. For a second, he even pitied the beast. His shook his head roughly to try and clear that crazy thought. Necros was the one responsible for this! He was the one who shoved that horrible piece of flesh in him. His tail-hole squeezed painfully again around the knot. God, it was so big! Toby now started to worry that it might be too big to come out. "Ughhh, why can't you just stop!" Toby yelled out in frustration. He was surprised when Necros whimpered loudly. It was like he was trying to tell Toby he wanted it to end as well. "Please, just stop," again the fox begged, this time with less anger.

Again Necros whimpered and then curiously rubbed his muzzle against Toby's. Was Necros trying to communicate with him? "You...... you understand?" the question was as tentatively asked as it could be. He expected another whimper, but Necros responded in a growl. He too had shaken off his thoughts for the fox. He was his bitch, nothing more! He started moving his hips rapidly. It was his instinct his conscious had no control over. And his instinct had to show this fox who the more dominant male was. It seemed Toby was not the only one who lost control of his body. The cock of Necros controlled both of their actions. Terrifying the young fox, Necros now was moving his hips like he did before they had tied. The pain again became unbearable. The huge knot threatened to just tear his tail-hole apart and yank out of him. Though, through all the yanking and tugging Toby's rear still held together. His mind, however, suffered the same fate as before. The pain was too much, and his senses collapsed in a sea of darkness and pain.

End of Part 1