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All that he could see was darkness. The cold, silent, and

still air of his new environment was nerve-racking, chilling him down to the

very bone. Was this what death felt like? Did he really die?Those were the first thoughts in

the young jaguar's head, but his thoughts shifted to another subject as soon as

his right front paw moved and a clanging of metal on metal broke the silence

and rang out through the empty air. Chains? The other paw moved as well with

the same audible result. The cub was chained to something; the only question

was: 'to what?'  The good news was that

this meant he couldn't have been dead, right? Unless he hadn't been as good a

cub as he had thought and instead of going to paradise, he ended up in the

other place. No! That couldn't be it! He was a good cub! He always obeyed and

only hit another fur just once before! His mind then began racing back to try

to remember how he had gotten into this mess.~ ~ ~Blaze grew up like most of the felines around his village -

in the orphanage. You see, in a country run by a family of wolves, cats weren't

typically high on the social hierarchy. Most felines around the area were poor

and sickly, many living in the streets and alleyways while others lived as

servants or slaves to the higher class. No matter what their situation,

however, it was rare for any feline to be treated properly. Blaze came into the

world as a product of one of the more common mistreatments of felines: his

mother was a young servant to a higher class male fox, who at one point in time,

found the young female cat to be quite ravishing. Taking advantage of her wasn't

hard, and a few months after that incident, Blaze entered the cruel world. His

mother obviously could not afford to keep and raise him, and even if she could,

she wasn't sure she wanted to look at his face every day to be reminded of the way

he was created. So she brought him to one of the only orphanages around that

would accept feline cubs, and that's where he stayed for 10 years. Life in the orphanage was a little tough, but not horrible

compared to what others had to go through. Sure, he got into quite a few

fights, he was teased and picked on, but Blaze always had food and at the very

least a blanket to sleep on.  His friends

were few in number, though, and it appeared as though not even the Mistress of

the orphanage seemed to care much for the young jaguar. Fortunately, that didn't

affect his life too much. He still went to school, visited the park almost

every day, and even played with a few of his friends - albeit, imaginary

friends - on a regular basis. Everything changed though that one day! It was the last day

of school and class had just gotten out! All of the kids had rushed out of the

classroom and off to their houses or to the public pool or even to the icecream

shop. Blaze? Well, he ended up doing what he did every day, heading down to the

nearly empty park to go sit on the swings until it started to get dark. But

today was a little different. All of the other cubs had disappeared... all of

them off celebrating their new found freedom for the summer. The park was almost

completely empty, and it had an eerie atmosphere as Blaze sat swinging along.

That was all he remembered; the next thing he knew, he was waking up in the

pitch black with chains around his paws.But he didn't have to wonder what had happened for long. For

soon, a loud creak sounded and a door about 50 feet away opened to let in a

little light and a couple of deep voices. "So how many did you catch tonight?"

one voice asked. The young jaguar cringed back, trying to squint against the

sudden light and take in what he could of his surroundings."Just one... a jaguar cub. Nothing really too impressive, but

at least no one will come looking for him. I've been following him for some

time, no parents and no friends. No one will even know he is gone," it took

Blaze a moment to process what the other voice had said since he was focused on

looking around the rather large ware-house type room. He could make out cages

along the walls and stacked up among the middle of the room - most were empty

but some had a few young furs like him. "Jaguar? Well, at least it's one of the more rare felines. I'd

say we might be able to get a hundred or so gold pieces out of him," the first

voice came again with the sound of pawsteps. Blaze pulled at the chains on his

paws again to try to find where they were attached. Since he wasn't in a cage

like the others, those chains were the only things holding him back."I say we put a starting price of 150 gold, but our minimum

is 80," the second voice came again with a growl. "The chloroform itself was

worth about 15 gold... so the cub must be at least worth 65." Suddenly, Blaze

turned back from trying to find where the chains were attacked to in the

darkness to see that the two voices belonged to two large Dobermans. Both were

towering over the half-naked cub. "Eh, he's young... worth 60. Our minimum is 75," the first Doberman

sighed, turning back around to start walking back to the door. He had seen his

new prize, and wasn't too impressed. Then again, he normally did go for the

older, curvy females, but fortunately for him, some of his clients didn't. "We

should get ready, we open for business in 15 minutes..."(So what will happen to Blaze? Will he be rescued or bought?

Loved or lusted after? Pet, slave, or cub? This is really all up to you.

Granted, this was written with yiff in mind, however, it can also be a

non-sexual roleplay.  Message me if you

are interested.)