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---Warning! Read this part first:

---Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, but I've been a bit unable to post anything up for quite a while. I've divided up the first part into three sections, in which each could be read by itself. They all take place at the same time, just with different scenarios, just in case some others might have a different taste. They all lead to the same place anyway. I added yiff in the first part due to not having it in the second chapter. I don't write yiff too often, so bear with me: it's not so great. (I'd rather not write it at all) Other than that, enjoy, or something like that. Also, I'm putting this story on hold until I finish my novel, or until April, whichever is first. Sorry for whatever inconvenience, if any.

---WARNING: If you are under the age of 18, you should not read this material! Nor should you be smoking, drinking, doing drugs, or having sex in most parts of the world, though not all. As well as that, you should not be on this website, and you should stop now.

Chapter Three: Master's Pet

Part 1A: Breeding Season (M/F)

Kirren woke up to see everyone still asleep. He was shaken awake by one of the people that he had learned to submit to, so to say. He looked up at them quizzically, not quite in the right mind to think at the moment. He groggily, though without argument, got up and followed them outside.

One of them looked at him and said, "Today's the day. You'll serve your purpose, and then I suppose you do whatever you want after the uh... fun."

Kirren guessed what was going to happen before he could think about even where he was. He continued following them off to the large building that he had gone in so many times before. It was not so much of a worry in his mind as his hunger had plagued him even more so than anything else. He could not draw his mind off how hungry he was, now that he noticed.

They walked to a smaller building close-by, passing a spot of blood on the grass. Kirren looked at it and sniffed the air, thinking that the scent was a bit familiar. He was a bit unsure of the thought, be he did not want to think much of it anymore anyhow.

One of the people walked over and pushed Kirren inside and closed the door behind him. He locked it while Kirren looked back. Kirren shrugged and looked forward at a woman in white clothing standing in front of him. She had long light brown hair that went down to her waist, yet it did not seem to hinder her any. She shuffled some paper and took out a tray.

Kirren sat down when prompted, and stared at the tray, which held what he recognized to be food. The doctor smiled and said, "Eat up. It'll make things a bit easier."

Kirren hesitated, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The doctor explained quickly. "The food has a chemical that will, in oh say two hours, raise the amount of sperm you have, as well as semen, as sperm needs semen to live. Then you will be bred, just like the others, right? But I suppose you're the only wolf that'll be bred, so eat up, because you have a lot of work to do, don't you? Lots of breeding to do, and so much time."

The wolf stared at the food and sniffed at it a little. It smelled good enough, and it looked like it was just a mixture of beef and some vegetables. He saw nothing so different about it, and it smelled just like it normally would. He shrugged and was about to eat it, but noticed that there was neither fork nor spoon.

He asked for one, and the doctor laughed. "You seem civilized enough, I suppose. Here you go then." She handed him a disposable plastic fork that she seemed to have a large amount of in the drawer. He took it and began to eat his food.

It did not taste so different at first, but after a few bites, he noticed an odd tingling sensation on his tongue. He also tasted a bit more salt in the food than usual, and he just guessed it was the chemical. He did not know if he should have trusted it, but he guessed that it was too late at that moment to go back.

After the meal, he was satisfied that he was no longer hungry. He was not full, but he did not really want to eat anymore. The doctor cleared her throat and said, "Well, we've got two hours to kill, so to say. Let's get on with the introductions, because I think I'll have a lot of work to do with you. My name is Julia. I studied at several med schools, although I've always been able to just skip most of the crap and get to the point. They told me I was a genius, and I suppose I am. The thing I studied particularly, though, was the anatomy of wolves and the wolf furries, so I suppose that is my specialty. And I suppose that's why I got stuck with this job. Pay isn't too great, but I suppose I don't really have to do much anyhow."

Kirren blinked. There was a short pause, in which he figured that she was finished, and he spoke softly. "I'm Kirren, and I was a high school student until they pulled me out. I don't really know what job I was aiming for, but I suppose it would probably have been something to do with business, since that's what my family mostly did."

Julia nodded. "That's a path a lot of people... including furries I suppose, take. It's not unusual, so it's not too bad, but I suppose it is better than nothing, because nothing is also a path lots take.... Ah well, it's in the past now, so there's no need to worry about it. What's done is done, and that's all it will ever be."

The wolf looked around, now noticing a large window to the side, inside of the building that showed another room. Inside of the room was a female wolf, her leash hung to the ceiling while she just paced about, unsure of what to do. She seemed a bit dazed, and Kirren was unsure of the reason for a moment before just disregarding it. He turned to look at the doctor and asked hesitantly, "Do you hate us?"

The question seemed to surprise Julia, but she just smiled. "I can't really say I like your kind very much, but I don't hate you, no. I don't agree with the past agreements to make you into slaves, but I don't have a say in it any how. Slavery is slavery, no matter who it concerns, or doesn't concern."

Kirren nodded, and Julia added to her statement, "It seems like you're a bit more educated than the others I've had to work with. I'm glad for that, because it helps pass the time a bit more quickly. It's better than nothing, I'll say, but then again, a lot of things are. At least you can speak in a human tongue, I'll also say that."

The wolf smiled awkwardly, but disregarded it. He looked at the clock, staring at the minutes passing by. He felt a bit odd after the first hour, but he supposed it would be normal in circumstances like these.

"You know, you've been given a very good life compared to some furries. Many are dead, of course, but other than that, it's better to have an existence that you can enjoy, rather than one you have no chance of enjoying. You might be a bit mad at us, and you can hate us all you like, but you've been given a kind owner, as kind as a little boy is, of course, and at least doctors that don't hold the same dislike to furries as all the others," Julia said in a low voice. "I haven't been here too long; probably just as long as you have. Before I came here, I was working at a farm a bit south of here. The doctors there hated furries, and when time came for breeding, it was a very violent activity. Of course all of it was forced, and I won't say this won't be forced upon you, but at least we won't beat you while you do it...."

Kirren raised an eyebrow at that statement. He thought of what that would be like, and he was fairly sure with himself that he did not want that to happen to him. He continued thinking about it, not noticing that two hours had passed in what seemed like a minute to him as the thoughts danced around in his head, relentless in their ability to distract him.

Julia stood up from where she had been sitting and said, "It's time. Go to the other room, and do as you think we need you to do. If something goes wrong, we'll be sure to intervene, although I'm not entirely sure what could go wrong. That was what they told me to tell you, so I guess that they mean for you to not escape."

Kirren slowly walked toward the door, feeling the chemicals inside of him churning in a way. He felt a bit lightheaded due to them, but he shook it off, a bit dizzy regardless. He walked up to the female wolf and patted her on the back, seeing that her leash had already fallen to the floor. There was a docile look on her face.

She spoke slowly, as if the words were hard to come by, "They... they drugged me. I can't feel anything right now, so do as we have to."

Kirren frowned and walked behind her, seeing as she was bent over anyhow. He looked at the insentient wolf in front of him, and glanced at the tag on her ear briefly. He figured her name was all they let her keep: Joanne.

It was about that time that he noticed something odd. He felt that someone was in the same room as them, and when he turned to look and see who it was he noticed that his feelings were right. Someone had been standing there the whole time, but he supposed that it was just the chemical working through his system.

The person walked up, having a plastic glove on his hand, and prodded Kirren in the back. "Are you going to take all day or what?"

Kirren shook his head. Closing his eyes and sighing a bit, he moved his paw down as the person walked back to the corner that he had been standing in the whole time. He rubbed his sheath lightly, feeling that it felt a bit more sensitive than it had ever before. His cock slowly came out, standing at erection before too long. Everything seemed to be more sensitive, and he was sure that the chemical was working.

His mind seemed to be a bit clouded before too long as the blood periodically rushed out of his head, and back in for just a moment as if it had forgotten to give the brain oxygen. He positioned himself behind Joanne and inhaled deeply. When he exhaled, he pushed in slowly, feeling a wet, pressurized warmth surrounding his cock. He inhaled sharply again at the sensation, and began to slowly hump into her.

She did not move, however, nor show any indication that she knew what was happening, and Kirren figured that it must have been a strong drug they had used to completely sedate her in such a manner. He could not think so much of it as his mind began to disappear, just as his thoughts followed suit.

He focused on the feeling of his cock moving in and out of the wolf in front of him, and for a moment, that was all he could think of. He moved in and out of her a bit more quickly, hearing a slight slopping sound, which brought at least his hearing back. His mind did not seem so clouded as he focused on getting through with what he had to do. But he figured that as long as he had to do it, he might as well enjoy it.

He knew his knot had already begun to form as he heard a slight popping noise with each pull back. He continued keeping his eyes shut, figuring that if he pictured himself elsewhere, it would help the situation for at least the time being, at least to trick his mind anyhow. He pictured him back at his home, on his bed, with the sheets on top of them. He imagined her breathing in his ear, the warm breath that came with each thrust while the panting only helped the sensations further. He imagined the sounds of both of them moaning in a euphoric state, feeling each of their bodies close together.

He pictured her face, filled with bliss, with a smile to match. In the back of his head, he knew it was just a picture, since he did not even know this wolf, but he figured it was, as Julia put it, better than nothing.

He continued his thrusting, hearing his knot pop into the she-wolf in front of him, although it began to get a bit harder to do so. He began to pant heavily as his head was flooded with several sensations from his actions, but he tried to focus on the matter at hand. He figured that he had better do as he needed, so that he could at least get this over with, for Joanne's behalf.

He focused on the pressure around his knot every time he pushed into her, and it further stimulated his cock, making his thrust into her even harder. He moaned softly in under his breath, and for a moment, he lost himself. He clenched onto her waist with both of his paws, digging his fingers into her hip while he began to hump into her at a frenzied pace, while his knot was now unable to withdraw outward. He felt for a moment that his heart would explode from its increased rate of beating, but it was pushed out of his mind as a burning sensation traveled through his body.

He clenched his teeth and continued to hump through his orgasm, cumming inside of the wolf for what seemed like forever. He felt each and every spurt of cum coming out of his cock. It kept coming out intensely, as if there were no end to it, and he knew that the chemical had worked.

It finally ended, and he regained his senses. He panted heavily and opened his eyes, looking at the wolf in front of him. He pulled out roughly, knowing full well that she would not feel it, but he knew that it would have hurt if she could feel it. He looked at the expression of torpor on her face, and frowned.

She looked at him, and a tear dropped down her face. She whispered, "I guess it's done then, though I don't really want any of my children to live through any of this...."

Kirren stared at the ground and said, "I'm sorry for this."

Joanne smiled, as if she had regained some sense that she had lost. "No, I know what I must do. It was nice to meet you, though I guess I never got your name."

The wolf tilted his head. "My name is Kirren. What must you do?"

Joanne smirked. She whispered fairly lowly, "You have a pretty name. But... I must escape in any way I can. I'm sorry I didn't do this earlier."

Kirren began to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen to the brain, but he tried to focus on Joanne. She had opened her mouth, and blood began to pour out of it at a steady pace. The front part of her tongue was lying on the floor. For a moment, Kirren stared on with horror, but in the next moment, he fell backward. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and for a moment, he wondered when it would end.

The answer to that came quickly enough when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He finally fell to the back of the floor, staring at the desk that had been behind him that managed to get in the way of his fall. His vision began to give way while flurries of motion were cast about in different directions. Finally, it ended as the darkness completely consumed his vision.

Part 2A: Sidetracking (M/M)

Kirren woke up slightly awkwardly. He felt the dried salt on his cheeks from the night before, but he just brushed it off. The sun was beginning to rise, and the little light it gave shined through the cracks in the shack. Kirren slowly stood up, looking at all of the sleeping furs around him. A couple of furs were awake, of course, but they paid no attention to Kirren when he stood up.

From Kirren's movements, some other furs began to stir, and only a few more woke up. A couple of them glanced at him, but rather just frowned and tried to get back to sleep, looking groggy and tired. He did not blame them: they had to work all day and they hardly had much time for anything else, like rest.

The wolf waited for the time when they had to assemble outside, and he was sure he did not have to wait too long. Only for a few minutes did he have to think this before he heard a bell which woke the rest of the furs. They all walked outside and stood in a line, waiting for the orders of where they would work that day. A person walked in front of the line, telling different furs to go to different places to work on different things. He dragged a husky furry behind him on a leash, who looked a bit startled.

When the person got to Kirren, he said, "Since the master trusts you so much, you can show this guy around. He'll be working with you later today in the forest. You'll clear away trees, so that won't be so hard to do. Dave told me to give you something easy, and I guess this will be easy enough, won't it? Damn furry...." He spit at Kirren's feet.

He continued to the end of the line and finally told everyone where they had to go and what they had to do. He walked back to Kirren, who was the only one standing there still, as he had not really been given anything to do at the time being.

The person gave the leash to Kirren, who held it lightly. "Show him around, and after that is over, go to the forest. Don't you dare try to run away, or you'll be shot immediately. Someone is already stationed at the forest, so he'll oversee your work; so don't fuck up."

Kirren nodded slowly. The person left, muttering something under his breath. Kirren looked at the leash, and then at the husky furry. He frowned at the startled looking fur. The husky was obviously male by a glance, with light blue fur that matched his eyes. His tail was between his legs, where the thick, white fur shown brightly in contrast with the grass. His paws were bound behind him in what looked like an uncomfortable manner. Kirren walked over and first reached his arms over the husky's shoulders and brought his muzzle close to the husky's ear. He whispered, while loosening the muzzle, "It'll be all right. Don't worry about things, okay?"

The husky was a bit shorter than Kirren, but the wolf still had to stand on his toes in order to put his arms over his shoulders. The husky nuzzled into Kirren's shoulder and sobbed lightly, and Kirren smiled sympathetically. Kirren continued, while untying the rope around the husky's wrists, "You'll get used to it. Not all humans are bad, anyhow, and I think we're both lucky to be here instead of somewhere else."

The husky spoke with a cracking voice from his sobs, "But after all that's happened...." Kirren smiled reassuringly and took a quick glance at the tag. He figured the husky's name was Ben.

The wolf spoke softly, saying, "It's okay, Ben, but we've got to get moving or else we'll be shot." The husky nodded, recognizing his own name, and smiled with damp cheeks and watery eyes.

While Kirren showed the husky around, he asked quietly, "By the way, are you allowed to breed? I know it's an odd question, but it's necessary." The husky just nodded, so the wolf continued, "Are you gay?" The husky nodded again, looking a bit puzzled. Kirren frowned. "Well, you won't be neutered, at least, but.... Make sure they don't find out you're gay, because they kill every furry that is gay and is meant to be bred. You'll be useless to them unless they can breed you. And don't try to fight back; you'll just be killed. Okay?"

Ben frowned. "But I don't want to be bred! I was hoping that they might just forget about breeding me or something...."

Kirren half-smiled and patted the husky on the back. "I assure you: you're not the only one that feels that way. I feel that way too, but it has to be done."

They walked to the shack first, which seemed like the first thing that was needed to be shown anyhow. It was, after all, the place where they began and ended the day. It was where they'd end up, and it was where they would be found. The next thing on the path was the forest, where they would work later, of course. After that, was the large building in the center of the area where they were not allowed to go alone.

Kirren explained, "Sometimes you'll be summoned up there, though I guess that's just for me. Mainly, it'll be rare if anyone else goes up there, but you'll most like go anyhow since you're new."

The husky nodded, unsure of the building. He continued following Kirren, siding away from the large building. There were a few smaller buildings that came up, and Kirren explained what he knew about them: "These are the places where we'll be bred. I haven't been in one before, but I heard that it'll be a matter of time before I am to be bred. It'll be the same with you."

Ben frowned at that. He only managed a shrug, though, as his defiance. They walked around quite a bit more, looking at the different things that were necessary for the husky to know about. Most of them were just workplaces so that he would not get lost, and others were places that they could not go to. Some other things were places that they could get different supplies to go work, and others were to put different things that they found at. The husky memorized them fairly quickly.

Finally, they stopped back at the shack. Kirren felt a bit tired, and a bit hungry, and he was sure he could find at least a bit of bread inside. The hose just outside of it would give him enough water, and the same went for the husky.

They drank from the hose, tasting the bitter water in their mouth and on their tongue. Kirren spit out a little afterward, but paid no more heed to his thirst. He walked inside of the shack as quietly he could. He made sure the bell made no noise, as well as the door. The husky followed him closely and as quietly as he could.

Inside, there was hardly any light, and the place smelled of sweat and musk and blood. He worked his way around and sniffed for at least a piece of bread. He found a small, almost molding piece, and tore off the mold. He tore the rest in half and gave half to Ben, who accepted it graciously. They both ate it with as much enthusiasm as if they had not eaten for years.

For a while, they sat down, but it was only for a short while. Kirren sat back against the side of the shack, while Ben followed suit. However, the husky scooted closer and nuzzled the wolf in the arm.

Kirren looked at him and smiled. "Feeling a bit better?"

Ben nodded and shivered just a bit. Kirren frowned and figured that the husky was still a bit nervous about his situation. The wolf figured that he would at least try to calm the husky down a bit.

He moved his paw on the husky's chest and scratched at it lightly, smiling when the husky turned his head and looked at him quizzically. The husky managed to smile back and put his arms around the wolf, hugging him softly.

Kirren felt the soft fur under his paw while he moved it down to the husky's stomach. He rubbed it for a while, feeling the husky calm down and hearing the husky's heartbeat slow just a little. For a while, he seemed to lose track of the time, but when he did notice the time change, it had only been a few minutes anyhow.

The wolf's mind began to wander, not really heading in any general direction. His mind came back to him, though, when he heard a slight whimper coming from the husky. He looked down and noticed the husky's eyes were closed slightly. The wolf's gaze moved a bit more down to the husky's sheath, where the husky's red cock was slightly poking out. He guessed it was from rubbing the husky's stomach.

He patted the still-not-so-swelled-up cock poking out of the sheath and smiled at the husky, who just whined. Kirren sat back and decided that that kind of calming was not so sensible at the time. He sat for only a moment before he felt a paw stroking his own sheath. He looked down to see his own cock coming out of his sheath slowly and the husky's paw on it. He was about to say something, but Ben whispered slowly, "Please...."

Kirren paused for a moment before nodding. "Alright." He loosened the muzzle and slipped it off, placing it on the floor. He kissed the husky lightly on the nose before leaning back against the wall again. "Do what you want."

The husky smiled and leaned down to give the wolf's cock a little lick while still stroking it. Kirren inhaled sharply at the rough tongue, but the quick sense was only just a surprise. Ben smiled at the wolf's reaction.

He continued to lick at the cock, watching it pulse and grow larger. He sniffed at it lightly, smelling Kirren's old sweat that had dried, and the new sweat that had only begun to appear. He licked the head of the cock, tasting the saltiness before completely stuffing it inside of his maw.

The wolf sighed from the warmth around his cock. He closed his eyes and rested the back of his head against the wall behind him. The wood made no noise, but he could feel it slightly bend behind him. He grinned to himself at his own situation.

Ben sucked on the rod inside of his mouth for a moment until he was completely sure that it was as big as it was going to get, other than the knot of course. He nosed it lightly, looking at it glistening in what light they had from the hole in the roof. He smiled when he looked at Kirren, and slowly crept up to kiss him on the nose.

Kirren opened his eyes and returned the kiss. He looked at the smiling husky, and glanced down to see that he was not the only one with his cock out. He guessed that Ben had his paw on his own cock for the time. He kept his arms limp and said, "Done already?"

Ben smirked. "No, not at all." He crawled on top of Kirren and rested his cock on the wolf's stomach. He reached back and grabbed the wolf's cock and positioned it against his tailhole, and pushed back slowly.

Kirren gasped for a moment, and then moaned from the sudden tightness around his cock. He felt the warmth of the husky, and for a moment, he lost his focus. He blinked a few times, watching the husky slowly moving down his cock, gripping his own simultaneously.

Ben moaned loudly, sitting down on the wolf's lap, the cock hilt-deep inside of him. He looked at Kirren and whispered softly. "I've never done anything with a wolf before... and I have to say: god damn, you wolves are big...."

Kirren chuckled softly to himself. He petted the husky softly on the leg before going back to resting against the wall. He felt the husky move slowly off of his cock, but not completely off of it, and slowly back down it. He moaned softly to himself.

The husky began to stroke his own cock, his paw slightly lubricated with a little pre that had dribbled down it. He moved a bit quicker in pace, slowly, at first, bouncing on top of the wolf's lap, but after a few minutes, he had loosened up quite a bit, or at least he had guessed he did. He stroked himself a bit faster as well, but soon, he had to take his paw off of his own cock in order to position himself in a slightly different position.

He had his paws on the ground, next to Kirren's elbows, and his knees were on the floor as well. He moved his muzzle close to the wolf's, and for a moment, he held himself up only a few inches above Kirren.

Kirren knew what the husky wanted, so he put his paws on the husky's lower back and began to thrust into him slowly. He licked the husky on the nose, who had just closed his eyes and smiled, beginning to pant a bit more heavily than he had been before.

Ben felt the knot on the wolf begin to enter him with every thrust, and leave him with each time the wolf pulled out. He moaned at the feeling, in a euphoric state, wanting deeply for the wolf to tie with him, but he was a bit unsure of it. Kirren felt the same way, so he moved his paw down to grab his own knot while still humping the husky.

The husky looked at Kirren and listened to his breathing. He felt the breath go into his shoulder, and he could hear the slight shudder that came along with it. He decided quickly as the breathing came faster and the wolf began to stiffen. He moved the wolf's paw out of the way and moved down, burying the knot inside of him. It stung for a moment, but the very moment it happened, the wolf had lost control. Kirren humped into Ben in a frenzied pace and a bestial vigor.

Kirren felt a fire-like sensation pass through his body as he bucked his hips in his orgasmic state. He felt his cum shoot through his cock and into the husky that was currently on him, who apparently showed that he felt the same thing.

In only a few seconds, the wolf had collapsed back against the wall and floor. He panted heavily, just as the husky did. The husky still sat on his lap, stroking himself fairly quickly, his paw lubricated with a heavy amount of pre. He had his other paw around his own, now-forming knot, squeezing it periodically; further stimulating himself. Kirren watched the husky's efforts, and hear him moan softly, but it was only softly for the first few moments. The moan grew louder and higher in pitch as he saw that the husky's paw that had been around his knot now held something a bit wider.

Ben continued squeezing his knot, still stroking at himself frantically. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his jaw, holding his breath until he could hold it no more, making him pant even harder.

Kirren looked at the husky and saw the cock aiming at his own chest. He smiled, but gasped when he felt the husky tighten a fairly hard amount around his cock. He looked at the cock, and watched it cum on his chest. Spurt after white spurt it came, and he could immediately smell it since it was so close to his nose. He sniffed deeply and managed to lick spurt that got close to his muzzle. He tasted the salt and slight bitterness of it, yet the undoubted taste of cum on his tongue.

After the husky was done, he looked at the wolf and smiled. He licked up the cum off of the wolf's chest and stood up, allowing the wolf to pull out of him, wincing slightly when he did. He nuzzled Kirren softly when they were both up, and whispered, "Thanks."

The door swung open before Kirren could say anything and someone walked in. Kirren did not recognize who it was, but he could tell the person was human. He looked at the leash, the muzzle, and the two of them, and was immediately horrified. He looked at the person, who he noticed held a rifle.

The person spotted them and said, "God damnit, that's where you were. Fucking another furry, huh? Well, I'm not supposed to kill you, but the other one will do just fine." He took aim at the petrified husky, and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the blood sprayed from the husky's forehead. He fell on the ground, and immediately, Kirren fell to his knees and grabbed hold of his shoulders. He looked at Ben's eyes, staring at the glazed-over orbs. He stared at the hole in the husky's forehead, and for a moment, he could not believe it.

He felt the butt of the rifle against the back of his head in a sharp pain. He flipped over and looked at the person, for the brief moment that he still had vision. He blacked out shortly after.

Part 3A: Sleeping In (M-Solo)

Kirren woke up inside of the shack with the light of the sun shining through the hole in the roof. He looked around and did not see anyone else in the area, so he had guessed he had slept in. He hoped it was not too late, and walked outside.

Upon looking around, he noticed everything was the same. Everyone was working, except him, like they were supposed to. He walked back inside and looked around. He felt a bit bored, but he supposed that doing nothing was better than working out in the fields. He sat down against the wall, feeling it bend slightly behind him.

He sniffed around, now used to the smell of blood, sweat and musk, but he decided that he would never truly get used to it in reality. He shrugged and figured that there was no point fretting about it.

He yawned continued looking around, trying to figure out what to do with his free time. Before, when he was not captured, and when furries were semi-free, he always had free time, and never did anything. Now he regretted that, and figured if he had more time to do as he wished, he would at least try to get something done.

His gaze wandered from the side of the shack, to the other side. It went from the roof, to the hole in it, and to the floor. There were no boards on the floor to help keep them from the dirt and stay a bit clean, but then again, with all the work they did, he figured that they would not stay clean for very long anyhow.

He sighed after he thought for a moment longer. He decided that it was best to not get in trouble in a place where they could kill you for menial reasons. He looked at the door and frowned, not really wanting to go back to work, so he decided to at least rest for just a little bit more time.

He laid on the floor, closing his eyes, trying to a least take a nap. However, his mind kept wandering around, and it kept him awake. He frowned, a bit frustrated for the inability to sleep at the moment. He sighed.

He placed his paws on his stomach and figured that he'd at least try to paw off, since he had not done so for himself in a couple days. He remembered the last time he had actually cummed, and he shuddered at how rough the examiner was.

He moved his right paw downward and started to poke at his sheath, feeling the soft fur when he was paying attention to his own actions. He blinked for a little while, the only action other than his paw feeling his own fur, since his mind refused to stay in one place. He decided to forget about everything for right now.

The wolf relaxed himself and began to stroke his sheath with his paw. He felt his cock slowly coming out of his sheath, so he closed his eyes to heighten his sense of touch. He continued to rub his sheath with his paw, every now and then running over his slowly growing cock.

He sighed softly to himself and used his other paw to rub his stomach softly. He moved his right paw down to his balls in their furred sac. He rubbed them in his paw while his other went to rub his cock gently.

Kirren stroked himself until he was at a full erection, and then he sat up. He took his right paw, laying his left on the floor, and began to stroke himself quickly. He moved his head down, bending his back and his neck and moved his muzzle fairly close to the head of his cock before take a deep breath from his nose. He licked the head of it and tasted the salty pre on his tongue.

He took his cock into his mouth or at least the top part of it first, and licked at it slowly. He felt the blood rush to his head from the strain, but he ignored it for now. He humped into his own mouth out of instinct, yet it only caused more strain in his back.

He moved his muzzle even further down, feeling his cock on the roof of his mouth. It shot pre and it managed to land on his tongue. He moved his tongue down, licking at his cock although it was still in his mouth. He moved his paw away and moved his muzzle down on his cock as far as he could, and pushed a bit further to stretch his back.

He then steadied himself with his paws on the ground, and began to thrust into his mouth. He moaned at the feeling slightly, slowly beginning to be able to ignore the pain that it gave his back. He sucked on his own cock, saliva occasionally dripping down its length and onto his sheath.

He continued for what felt like forever to him due to the strain on his back and neck, but he soon forgot it. As he grew closer to what he cumming in his own mouth, he knot began to form just to let him know. He glanced at it when he did open his eyes for a brief moment. He closed his eyes again, letting out a small moan.

It was not long before he felt a pulse in his mouth, the beating of his heart signified by the movements of his cock. He tasted salt for a small moment, until his heart raced and his breathing just the same, when his cock began to shoot its white fluids inside of his own mouth. He moaned loudly from the feeling, and swallowed what he could before letting it just dribble down his length.

He took his cock out of his mouth and panted freely and heavily for a moment. He smiled softly in the afterglow of the action. He took a deep breath, still tasting the cum in his mouth, and held it there for a moment. He let it loose and he felt dizzy when the blood rushed back to his head. He bend backwards to release the strain from his back, popping several bones in the process.

He stood up, looking at the cum that had dripped down onto his sheath. He rubbed it with his paw, feeling just a bit sensitive to the feeling, yet he also felt that it was necessary that it did not show in compressed areas. He spread it evenly so that it would not show so well, and he knew he would at least try to wash it later.

His cock still leaked a bit more for a few minutes, so he decided to wait. He looked around while he waited, staring at the shack that appeared so worn down. It creaked in the wind loudly around him, and for a moment, he was afraid it would fall.

It held, but his erection did not. It had subsided with some help from the short moment of fear. He walked outside of the shack, shivering slightly from the breeze that had made its way toward him. Feeling still a bit wet, it only made it worse.

He looked around, wondering where to go, and figured he had better head to the mine where he had worked the other day. He guessed that if he had work to do somewhere, it would most likely there. He shrugged and made his way toward the forest, which was most likely the only obstacle on his way to the mine.

Upon getting closer to the forest, he spotted a few furries working on the trees that appeared in abundance for the area. They tore down dead and rotten trees to make room for the healthy ones; some others grabbed fallen trees and dragged them elsewhere, most likely a storage area. It only made sense to Kirren, since they did need firewood to create the illusion of being old-fashioned.

He saw a person and hoped that he was not noticed. However, a quick shout was all that was needed to shatter his hopes: "Hey! You!" He looked at the person and walked to him. The person seemed to be a bit frustrated, but he was not so surprised, since he just guessed that this person was having a bit of a hard time ordering the slaves around.

When Kirren finally got to the person, he lowered his tail and put back his ears. The person was a bit tall, and for a moment, seemed a bit familiar to Kirren, with his wide, brown eyes and long hazel hair. He seemed a bit large and intimidating, but the wolf was sure that it would not matter anyhow.

"Where the fuck have you been? You were supposed to be here five hours ago! You better explain yourself or you're going to get the beating of your fake-life," the person said. The wolf cringed and quickly worked his mind to try and make up a story that seemed believable.

"I had to work somewhere else before coming here! I swear! They told me not to tell you anything about it though, so I can't say anything." Kirren looked as honest as he could, staring at the person in the eye and lying at the same time.

The person spit at his feet. "How convenient for you, huh? Well, fine, but get to work now and chop down those trees! We can't just have you loafing around, 'else you'll be worthless, or even more so a waste of money."

The wolf flinched at the last remark, but was at least relieved that the person bought his story. He figured it tied in with whatever must have been happening, so it was just fine for the time being. He walked over to one of the hatchets and picked it up, having to put a bit of effort into the action since it seemed to be slightly stuck inside of the trunk it was stuck in. He twirled it in his paws, feeling its light weight, yet feeling that it was not strong enough to cut down a tree. He figured he would just work with another furry to do that, since everyone else was doing the same anyhow.

For a moment, he thought of approaching the person with the hatchet, but something in his mind threw out the thought when it became a violent one. He could not quite remember what it was in only a second, but the only thing in his mind was his work at hand. He figured that it was better that way: he needed to concentrate to actually chop down a tree with a small hatchet.

He walked over to where another furry was already laboring. The furry was a tiger, slightly shorter than he was, but not by very much. He, or at least Kirren guessed the tiger was a he by what he could tell, was using a hatchet as well, and had already chopped off a large portion of the tree by himself. The wolf could smell sweat on the tiger, but it was not so much of as a surprise. Rather, it was a bit odd how strong it was.

He shrugged and said, "Hi," to the tiger. The tiger looked back and nodded, holding his hatchet in his paw lightly, if not a little weakly from the apparent work he had to endure alone. Kirren stepped close to the tree and said, "Need a little help?"

The tiger nodded and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'd appreciate it. My name's Dan; how about yours?"

The wolf said, "Kirren." He held his hatchet at ready and worked from where the tiger had stopped for the moment being. Wood splintered out of the tree, and for a moment, he wondered why a tree would be so hard to chop down when it was dead or rotting. He just guessed that it must have been rotten for a while.

Dan looked around for a while, catching his breath, and asked, "You've been, uh... having a little fun, haven't you?" When the wolf turned to look at the tiger, he was faced with a smile.

"What do you mean?" asked Kirren. The tiger grinned and winked, and the wolf knew what he meant. He had known what he meant, but he figured if he acted as if he knew, he could at least throw the question out. He frowned and took his hatchet, swinging it at the tree and chipping another piece off. "How do you figure?"

Dan smirked. "You smell like cum. I guess they allow to you breed, don't they?" The wolf nodded, now putting on a slightly-embarrassed smile. The tiger gave a downcast look and sighed, saying in a slightly more melancholy tone, "Well, I guess you're lucky then. I wasn't... given such fortune, and oh how I miss it."

Kirren dropped his gaze down for a split second to confirm that the tiger was correct. He frowned and said, "I'm sorry to hear that. But at least you're still alive." He did not know what else to say, since he could not really empathize with the tiger so much.

Dan frowned and said, "As alive as this gets, anyway. Well, best not think of it, I suppose. I think it's time to knock down this tree, don't you?"

The wolf looked at the large portion of tree trunk that was missing and stared at it for a while. He had never chopped down a tree before, so he just nodded and said, "If you say so." He walked over to the side of it, while the tiger was on the other side. They both pushed the same way, which was to the wolf's left while it was to the tiger's right. The tree slowly and loudly cracked in its own breaking, and soon it began to move.

A loud crashing sound came from above, and before Kirren could look up, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. He felt a bit dizzy, and glanced at the broken branch that had fallen on him for a moment, before he fell to the ground, in front of the tree. He felt too weak to move out of the way, and just for the moment, he felt himself losing consciousness. His eyes closed slowly, and as if in slow motion, he felt himself being lifted up and tossed to the side. He looked and saw the tiger in the place he had just stood, right before the tree fell on top of him. He watched as the tiger slowly was crushed under the weight of it, and he wanted to cry out, but just as the tree touched the ground and was ready to bounce up a little, his vision went dark.

Part B: Lesser Youth

Kirren woke up in a room with white linen surrounding him. He was in a white bed with white sheets that covered him, with white pillow cases, and black metal to support the bed. It squeaked when he moved, and a sharp pain rang out in the back of his head. He moved a paw quickly over to rub it, but it only made it hurt more when he put pressure on it. He tried to sit up, but the blood rushed into his head and caused him more pain.

He felt bandages beneath his paws that wrapped around his head. He smelled blood, and tasted it in his mouth. For a moment, he was disoriented, and it continued on for a while longer. The light came from a lamp off in the corner, shining its bright, fake and generated rays. He focused his eyes and took a few deep breaths, only feeling it make him dizzy.

He breathed heavily for a minute or two, seeing his own vision come back to him and feeling his heart slow down just a bit. He looked around, only turning his head, feeling the blood move around inside of his skull. The white linen moved slightly from the wind, and now that he could focus a bit more, he could hear people talking outside. He could not understand what they were saying, but he at least knew that they were talking.

He sat up, making his feel dizziness again, and was about to sit down, before he figured that if he did so, it would repeat the cycle: he would calm down, get dizzy, calm down, and get dizzy. He rested his back against the back of the wall and let himself calm there.

He felt his chest, and could not feel the familiar feeling of the crystal that hung there. He looked for it, but it was missing, and he figured that someone must have taken it by now. He still felt he collar there, and for a moment, he wondered what the heavy feelings were on his arms. He looked at them and noticed tubes going in and out of him, give and taking different amounts of different substances. He looked at them and saw that the date on the packages were the same as that day, according to the digital reading next to his bed, so he guessed that he had not been unconscious for so long.

He rubbed the back of his head gently this time, trying to remember what had happened, but the last thing he could remember was going to sleep after finding out that Alex had been shot. He frowned and felt the same sorrow for his new friend, yet he felt as if more had happened in the time between then and the current time. He could not remember, however, any events that had occurred, no matter how hard he tried, even though trying harder only resulted in causing himself more pain.

He felt a cool breeze come in from the window, making his head throb. He looked at the window and noticed that it was dark outside, and looking at the clock, he figured it had been a little after ten. It was a whole day that he could not remember, and yet, he felt as if he lost something. The feeling disturbed him, and he continued his efforts to remember, but could not.

He continued to have the feeling of pain in the back of his head, and for a moment, he felt a little strange, as if something had been cut off from his brain. He felt as if he could feel something less, and for a moment, he felt as if it were the blood that was supposed to be giving him oxygen. He panicked and breathed much more quickly and almost hyperventilated in the process. Other than the dizziness from the hyperventilation, he felt just fine, though.

He stood up and noticed that he had a sheet on him. It was a piece of clothing that they usually put on patients in the hospital, and it felt odd to have clothes on after the few days that he did not. He had quickly gotten used to the feeling of being naked, except for a collar and necklace, but now it felt unnatural to have clothes on him.

He pulled out the tubes, watching the machines automatically shut off and stop pumping and sucking out fluids. He did not feel hungry nor thirst for a reason he did not want to really think about. He walked over to the window and put his paws on the windowsill, resting himself on his arms, locking his elbows. He looked outside and saw a large field, but it seemed so familiar. He knew he had walked on it before, and he figured that it was just the work fields.

He looked at it and for an instant, he felt as if everything was a dream and he was just at the hospital. Logic came into his mind and argued against it, and for a moment, it also agreed with him, but as he did feel his collar, he knew that it was as real as the pain he felt in his head, and in his chest.

He took a breath and sighed. He felt someone walking behind the door that he now noticed behind him. He smelled salt for a moment, and wondered what it was before he heard the door handle jiggle and open.

A doctor opened the door and walked in, staring at a clipboard. He finally looked up after a moment and appeared a bit startled when he saw Kirren standing up. He stuttered, saying, "Y-you're up! I thought you'd at least be unconscious for a day or two."

Kirren looked at the name tag on the doctor's shirt. "Sorry, but what happened... Dr. Joseph? I can't remember anything and I have a sharp pain in the back of my head, and I can taste blood right now."

The doctor, recognizing his own name, calmed down just a little, seeing that the wolf had not lost his sanity and was at least a bit sophisticated. He cleared his throat and regained his posture and said, "Well, Mr. Pher, if you please, that Mr. Jainston's parents are here to see you. I should retrieve them right now, since they are a bit upset, but may be more upset if they wait longer."

The wolf could not recognize the name. "Who is Mr. Jainston, exactly?"

Joseph spoke plainly, "Why Dave Jainston. His parents are Will and Maureen. They are your current owners. I'll be right back with them."

The doctor left the room and left the wolf to think about it. He figured that of course Dave had parents, and he had even mentioned them, but Kirren had never seen them. He did not even know, or even heard of Dave's surname. He shrugged, and wondered, for a moment, of what his parents were so upset about that they had to see him.

The doctor came back after a few minutes with Dave's parents walking closely behind him. The father, whom had been referred to as Will, had reddened eyes, as if something had gotten into them or he had been crying. His mother, which had the name Maureen, looked like she was currently crying. He smelled salt immediately, and he knew right away that they were tears.

The father sat down, pulling out a chair for the mother to sit down, while she blew her nose roughly and sobbed in a handkerchief. Kirren frowned and sat on the bed, waiting for at one of them to speak, but he guessed after a few minutes that they would not start, so he started by saying, "Hello."

The father furrowed his brows and said, "So you speak, do you? Guess we bought a smart one, didn't we?"

Kirren frowned again and stared at the father. Upon further inspection, he saw that he looked a lot like Dave, or at least Dave looked a lot like him. They had the same dirty-blonde hair and the same light blue eyes. It was the same, short haircut that covered only up to their eyebrows. At the moment, however, the wolf looked at the eyes that Will owned, and for a moment, he looked into eyes that held a fury he would not ever have been able to create.

He looked at the mother and he thought she looked decent enough for someone crying. She had light brown hair that ran down past her elbows and had a light green hue in her eyes. They were red from crying, but she did not, at least, look at him with anger, but rather deep sorrow.

He smiled and said, "Yes, I speak English."

Will seemed as if he were about to speak, but Maureen stopped him and looked at Kirren softly. She spoke in a low voice and said, "I'm sorry, but we're just upset right now...."

Kirren frowned in sympathy for the mother, yet mock-sympathy for the father, and said, "What's wrong?"

A voice off to the side spoke up, and Kirren looked over to find Jennifer, standing there silently, and he wondered why he did not notice her before. He looked at her as she spoke. "Because your master is gone. Apparently, you've forgotten everything I told you to do, but that's not the point right now. You were hit in the head about nine hours ago, and you were unconscious since then. When Dave came in to see you in this condition, he grew... upset and ran out. He has run away, and so far, no one has seen him since. In other words, he has run away from home, and we cannot find him so far. However," she added to Will and Maureen, "we are continuing our search, and will continue until we find him and bring him back safely."

The wolf blinked, thinking about why Dave would be so immature to run away from home before he remembered that Dave was only eight years old. Even worse was that since he was only eight, he could possibly get hurt and lost, and might even die. For a moment, however, brief, he felt a slight happiness that his master had been lost, yet he felt regretful for that feeling. He at least had a kind master, and one that had cared enough about him to take care of him for the time of injury.

Will spoke up and said, "It's true, and you know what? It's your entire fault! Our son, our little Davie, has gone away and might be hurt somewhere and you're at fault for all of this: usually we just let furries that are injured just die, but he insisted that you were hospitalized. That was why we came here after we heard that he had gone. We came to see why you were so special that he got so upset and ran off, but now I see you're nothing but a flea-ridden son of a bitch." The father had stood up in his seat before the last sentence, and was now advancing toward Kirren before Jennifer and Maureen restrained him.

They took him outside, and for a moment, Kirren felt a bit shocked. He figured that Dave had cared for him, but he did not understand why he would care so much for a furry. He decided that it must be that he had the same mentality that Kirren was a pet instead of a furry.

The doctor stood there, looking a bit startled. He looked at Kirren and said, "You are lucky. I've seen him kill furries for lesser reasons with his bare hands. He was really angry this time. I suggest you stay here until little Mr. Jainston is found and his father can calm down. Until then, I suppose we'll give you provisions needed, and there is a restroom connected to this room if you absolutely need it. There is a shower in there, and there are more covers like the one you're wearing in the closet."

The wolf nodded and watched as the doctor start to leave. However, the doctor stopped and added, "You are, right now, the best treated furry in the world. I hope you appreciate the little time you have of this luxury, because in your case, I'm sure you'll punished severely after Dave is found and returned. In the even that he isn't, though, I assume you'll be executed."

Kirren gulped and watched as the door shut. He stared at it for a while before sitting back down on his bed. He closed his eyes and frowned, figuring that even though, for the moment of luxury in his current situation, it had its flaws. Either way, something good or something bad would happen, but the former would not happen for Kirren. He sighed and looked at the shower.

He first used the restroom, feeling it a bit relieving for not having done so in a proper area, although an unnatural area, for quite a while. After his actions of relieving himself, he turned on the water, letting it warm up a little, but not too much. He preferred the water almost lukewarm, if not a bit colder.

He unclothed, although there was not much clothes to really take off. He placed his collar on the sink, and the garment that had been on him since he had woken on the floor. He walked in the shower and smiled at the feel of it against his fur. He had not appreciated it when he was in a position of more freedom, although not quite so free. He enjoyed it now, and he stood there for the first ten minutes, if not staring at the water, just feeling it travel down his body and soak into his fur.

It matted down his fur and made it feel quite a bit heavier then he ever had to really deal with, so he brushed it down with his paws and let the water run down, seeing the murky liquids fall down since he had not taken a proper shower in a few times. Even then so, he had only been working a day, so he figured the other furries would have appreciated the shower a bit more than he would.

He sighed and walked a bit further into the stream of water, cascading down like a weak waterfall. He folded his ears back so that the water would not enter them. He spied a bottle of shampoo and soap on the counter and reached over to grab it, dripping water over the tile floor in his attempt. He squirted a bit on his paw and rubbed it on the top of his head, letting it foam on the top of it.

He heard an endless amount of bubbles popping, yet he had grown accustomed to it. He did miss the sound, yet not so much as he missed other things. It did not seem so important to him anyhow. He immediately smelled the shampoo, which smelled like strong perfume. He coughed and sneezed, seeing as it was even too strong for him, so he just guessed that the shampoo was not really made for furries.

He continued to apply the soap on the rest of his body, stepping out of the way of the water so that it did not hinder his application. He used more shampoo when needed, yet he did not use so much of it as needed anyhow. He did not really feel like wasting it, and it was too strong for him in either case.

When he finally did cover his body, he let the water remove the soap from his fur, which to him, felt like it took forever. He was still used to it, but still vaguely annoyed by it. He tried getting it out with help of his paws, yet it still took just as long as any other way he had ever tried in his life. He frowned and furrowed his brows in a slight frustration, yet decided to forget about it.

After the first rinse, he decided that he smelled flowery enough and turned the water off. The slight breeze of the temperature change was noticeable when he walked out of the shower, making him shiver only slightly. He shook his fur after he noticed there was no towel around, yet it only made everything else just as damp as he was. He looked around for something to at least clothe himself with, and noticed the same garments that were said to be there. He put on one and moved the rest to a place that seemed a bit drier, although it seemed a bit pointless. The shower had fogged up the area only just a little, though he supposed that it should not have. He figured that it must have been the window being open.

He felt a bit refreshed after the shower and went to close the window to feel a bit warmer. He figured that it was better that way, yet he did not really see a point to it. He would just be heading outside later anyhow when the others found Dave. He was sure of it, confident that his master would be found and that he would be punished. He believed it, he planned on it, and he dreaded it. He sighed.

He heard faint footsteps heading in his direction, and heard the door handle jiggle for a moment. It paused as if the person rethought their actions, and soon enough there was a knock at the door, in which Kirren was ready for. He waved his tail slowly behind him, feeling the largeness of it now that he had cleaned it, and felt that it detected the motions of the wind, although he could not read any of the motions in any way. He just knew it was there.

He opened the door, seeing that it was unlocked, and he wondered why everyone had a hard time with it and had to jiggle it. He figured it must have been some sort of thing to do with the outside part of the handle, or maybe even custom traditions. Either way, it did not really matter to him, since it was just a matter that was best left out of his mind. He did not really want to think of it anyhow.

When he saw who it was, he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, lowering his tail slightly. "Hello there, ma'am."

Jennifer walked into the room without asking for permission, but in these instances, he knew better than to argue his point in favor of formality and manners. When he was lower than her in any ranking, and he was sure he was, this was the formality, and she was being as conscious to manners as she ever needed to be.

She looked at him, and then looked at the floor, and then back at him. She seemed to be arguing with herself in her mind, yet he wondered what was so interesting that it required multiple attentions in her own head that she would have to focus on the floor and him at the same time. He wondered if he had to work with the floor next; he felt it was fitting, since he was treated as its equal anyhow.

Finally, Jennifer seemed to come to a decision in her mind, and for a moment, Kirren thought it was about time. She looked at him and said, "As you know, Dave is missing. I've decided something: I want you to help. You were the really the furry that has spent the most time with him, so you know his scent more than anyone else. The point is: I want you to sniff him out. I care for his safety, and I have thought about this, and I'm certain that this has to be the worst decision, and the best decision I've ever made. He's been kind to you, so I want your answer in an hour. Until then, you're free to walk around this household, but I want you back in this room in an hour. Do not tell anyone about this, or this won't work: no one will agree with letting a furry look for Dave, and I'm sure they'll argue their point very pointedly, and like many times before, attempt at violence."

The wolf looked at Jennifer, and for a moment, noticed that she looked more than worried. She looked as if she had cried as much as both of the parents; and for a moment, Kirren wondered something in his mind, and he had to ask it. "Ma'am?"

Jennifer looked at him and said, "Yes? You have permission to speak."

The wolf smiled and said, "May I ask you something personal?"

Jennifer frowned and said, "Usually, that is not allowed. But... under these circumstances, I don't really mind. Go ahead."

Kirren hesitated, looking for the right words, but decided that there were not too many ways to say what he wanted to ask. "What... exactly, is the relation you have to Master Dave?"

Jennifer looked at him furiously, as if he were accusing her of something, but it passed over her face and she understood the question only a moment later, which seemed to a moment just in time. She sighed and said, "Dave is my cousin. I don't just work here, but rather, this is my family, and I have to look out for them. Since Dave ran away, we lost a member of the family, and we want to get him back. That's all I'll say right now, so other than that don't worry about it."

The wolf nodded and Jennifer left. He now thought of it, and it made sense to him. He frowned, feeling that he was trapped in a predicament that he was unable to escape from. He could always say no to the request, but that would only lead to worse circumstances and even worse predicaments. He sighed and thought that the only way was to go search for Dave, but he did not really want to.

He left the room and walked down the hallway, paying attention to where he was heading so that he could find his way back. He looked around, unsure of the area he currently was in, but after a few moments, he found that he was just in the mansion. He looked around and recognized certain aspects of it, and for a while, he knew where he was. The feeling did not escape him, however, and it made his head hurt again.

It was only too bad that he had bandages around his head, or at least he thought so, since he had to take a shower with them, uncertain that if he took them off his head might fall apart or some other fate. He still felt something was missing, but he was still unsure of what it was.

He heard snoring coming from a room off to the right with large, wooden double doors accompanied by a golden plaque with silver etchings. It looked ornate, and almost gaudy, yet not quite so. It seemed somewhat elegant, but not too much, and not at all in a little amount. He frowned when he figured that it had been Dave's parents lying in bed at the moment, sleeping the time away and hoping to wake up and find their son.

He continued forward and found a room with a few couches, a television and many other items that seemed beneficial to someone who was seeking a leisurely luxury. He smiled at it until he saw that Dave's mother was in the room. He snuck to the door and peered inside and noticed her staring out of the window, a box of tissues next to her, and a garbage can close by. The garbage cane was filled with tissues that had been used for either blowing someone's nose or wiping their eyes, and he was sure that it was definitely the case. There were also empty tissue boxes, and he noticed that it was true that Maureen had gone through several of them. He looked at her for a while, wondering whether or not to approach her and tell her it would be all right, or to stay away and let her weep for the time being.

As he watched her, he noticed that she made a prayer every other minute or so, praying to a god that so many people did, and for a moment, he wondered why she would pray at all after all the things people had done to all of the furries. He heard her whispering, accompanied by sobbing and weeping, and for another moment, his heart sank, dropping to the pit of his stomach. He felt remorse, he felt sorrow, he felt sympathy, and he felt a bit nostalgic. He yearned for his own mother, and wondered how she must have felt when all of the occurrences began to take place. He stepped back, feeling horrible for his own feelings, and felt a bit compelled to search for Dave.

He headed back to his room and sat there in silence when he did arrive there. He stared at the floor, fiddling around with his tail with his paws, feeling the soft fur in his paws. He frowned and longed for his parents and friends, with his house and his friends' houses, and for a long while, he longed for his own bed with the closet connected to his room. He longed for the air conditioner and light, just as artificial as he now presumed himself to be, and longed for the papers to read over again and look back at his memories. Most of all, he wanted to sit there and loaf around.

Jennifer walked in only a few minutes later and said, "What's your answer?"

Kirren looked up at her and noticed her eyes were still red, if not more than the last visit se paid him. He smiled sympathetically and said, "I'll do my best to find him."

Jennifer, for the first time he had ever seen, smiled and said, "Thank you. You may be a furry, but I suppose you have some human-like qualities in you. Follow me closely, okay?"

The wolf nodded, taking the comment as a compliment. He followed here as closely as she allowed and they walked toward the back of the mansion. They walked out of the back door as soon as Jennifer figured that no one was watching them. The door opened silently, and they stepped outside into the cold. The door shut behind them just as silently as it opened.

Jennifer looked at him, and as he looked back at her, he noticed the look in her eyes that seemed as if she were pleading him. "Please find Dave and bring him back safely. Do not fail me, and I promise you won't be punished, but rewarded, okay?"

Kirren nodded and smiled, patting her on the shoulder. She flinched, but he said, "It'll be alright. I'll bring him back. Until then: make an excuse of why I'm not still in that room, okay?"

Jennifer nodded. "I already have a scapegoat. Don't worry, I've thought about this much more than you have. Now, you should go as soon as you can. I've already gotten everyone to do other things so that you would not be noticed. I think the last time he was spotted, though, was a few hours ago, and that was in the forest to the west, or at least heading toward it. That should help get you started. Until then, I wish you luck, and don't disappoint me."

Jennifer left while Kirren just nodded. He looked around and took his garment off, except for his collar which he had put on after the shower. He shivered and decided that it was in his best interests to start as soon as possible to warm himself up. He looked at the slave huts and began to walk toward them. Everything seemed oddly quiet, but he decided that it should be usual at night. He looked at the stars above, yet he could only see portions of them due to the clouds that obstructed his vision. He saw the moon looming above and was glad for the light it gave, even though it was only a sliver in the sky. He started at a jog, feeling that it was not so hard to run without clothes. It felt a bit liberating, in a sense.

He moved past the slave shack and into the forest. The leaves twirled with a little whirlwind of wind that seemed to pick up throughout the forest. He began to warm up from jogging, and for a moment, he stood there, panting, and began to sniff at the air. He picked up a faint scent of what he could recognize was Dave, yet everything else seemed to obscure it for the time being. He moved further away from the shack and deeper into the forest, seeing everything grow dark around him, and after a few seconds, his eyes grew used to it. He could see it as if it was day, yet it was far from it.

He heard odd noises in the forest, but he decided to ignore them. The leaves crackled under his feet, popping twigs and crushing more leaves that had died previously. The trees made moaning noises with groans in the wind, slight whispers and whistles that entered his ears as a voice in his head. He knew that this was probably the worst and best thing he could have chosen to do, and he understood what Jennifer meant when she had said that.

He thought of what he was doing for a moment, and figured that he would not turn back now. People that had decided to enslave him now counted on him. He guessed they must have really trusted him, or at least one of them must have really trusted him to let him go out on his own where he could easily just run away instead of looking for Dave. He considered that option for a moment before frowning upon it.

He reassured himself with the thought that things would be better when he found Dave. He sighed and looked around, trying to determine where Dave would go, but finding that it only helped confuse him more. He sniffed the air a few times, catching a faint scent of Dave hidden in the vast mixture of smells that the forest gave. He had already known that Dave had headed this way, but at least he was sure that it was the right direction.

He peered through the trees, wondering how old they must have been to be so wide and tall, but guessed that it was not unnatural for tall and large trees to still exist. He continued making the crackling sound under his feet by stepping on the different dried leaves and twigs, all having died long before he had set food in the area, yet he felt that they were still somewhat alive, and thus he felt a bit guilty for stepping on them. He discarded the thought from his head.

The wind grew stronger even though he was deeper in the woods. The whistling and moaning and howling were louder, along with the whispers that constantly nagged at him in the ears. He silently crept along the forest floor, feeling that he needed to by instinct, but not really sure why. He continued forward, sniffing the air, making sure that his path was the same path that Dave must have taken by scent.

He suddenly heard a loud snap behind him and a rustle on the floor. He quickly turned and looked at what the noise must have been, and for a moment, he saw nothing. He expected someone to be there, so he had looked at eye level, yet when he looked at the ground, he saw a fox peer at him from under the leaves, and then scurry away. He smiled and returned to searching for Dave.

He wondered how far Dave could have gotten on foot for only a few hours. He estimated that it should not have been too far since he was only eight, but different factors could have made the distance grow. He could not really guess at it, but he was certain that he headed in a straight path instead of wandering around. He, at least, thought it was smarter that way, since wandering around in an unknown area only gets someone lost.

He looked at the sky, but his view of it was obstructed by an obstruction above him. The trees had their leaves covering the sky, which he saw very little of, except for times when he saw a little of the moon or as slight glint of star.

As he continued on the path, he noticed a slight trail on the floor. He could hardly see it, but he saw where some dirt and leaves were brushed away, as if something were dragged. He grew a little worried, wondering if that very something could have been Dave, yet he tried to say that it was just a rabbit or something else. He still could not escape the feeling, however, that it was a very real possibility.

He smelled the place where the object in question was dragged, and he could not smell a thing. He sighed, reassured that it could not have been Dave, since he knew humans always left some sort of scent around. He took a few steps forward before he stopped and sniffed the air, smelling something odd.

He smelled smoke, and he knew something must have been on fire, if not recently, then at least in that area somewhere. He looked around for a light, but he did not see one, so he looked on the ground, and he did not see anything that was burnt where he was standing. He looked around again, continuing his search for the scent in question, but he could not find out where it was coming from. He only knew that it was drowning out the scent of Dave, and he needed to find him.

He concentrated on the task at hand and followed the scent, which grew stronger, to his relief. He stopped sneaking around and quickly moved forward, following the scent, before stopping in his tracks and ducking behind a tree.

He now knew where the smell of fire was coming from because he saw a faint light in the distance. He saw a figure moving around and a smaller figure on the floor. He thought for a moment and climbed the tree that he ducked behind, finding a high branch that was not too high for him to see the fire and the two people there. He sat there and looked at it, seeing a person that looked just like every other hermit that he had always seen in shows and movies. He had a beard that looked like it had not been taken care of for a while. He was also bulky, a bit tall, but not so much, and had torn clothes that looked like they were the only garments he owned. He had a small tent and a small fire built, and he was looking in the direction of where Kirren had originally been by the base of the tree, having heard the rustling.

He waved his hand and went back and sat on a log on the floor, the wolf guessing that the hermit thought it was just a small animal. Kirren looked at the smaller figure on the floor, and his heart skipped a beat, making him feel a bit dizzy and making his head pulse, which added pain to the back of his head. He recognized it as Dave, who was now bound by crudely made rope and a gag that looked like a piece of Dave's own clothing.

Kirren climbed down the tree when he was sure the hermit was not listening or paying attention to his direction. He slowly snuck forward, glad for paws that made little noise against the leaves when he wanted them to. He stopped when he was one tree away from the two.

He heard Dave sobbing and crying with the gag in his mouth, which made any noise he emitted a bit muffled. The person was speaking in a humorous manner, as if he thought that everything he said was a joke that belonged on a standup comedian's act.

He said in a gruff tone, chuckling with each sentence, "Don't cry, little boy. I'll give you a place to stay, because after all, you did run away from home. Well, this is your home now! So we're going to have a little welcoming party, okay? And we're going to have some fun tonight! What do you say, huh?"

The wolf heard the person stand up and start laughing loudly. He looked over from the side of the tree and looked at the person, who was paying his complete attention toward Dave, who just cried on the floor.

The hermit began to unbuckle the belt around his waist and unzip his pants, which only made Dave cry even harder. Kirren immediately knew the implications of his actions, and for a moment, he could not move, shocked that this was happening. His genes prevented him from hurting anyone that was human, and for a moment, he despaired at the situation, for him, and for Dave.

The hermit took of his shirt and his shoes and tossed them to the pile that he had tossed his pants. He did not have anything under his pants, but the wolf guessed that there would probably not have been much use for anything anyhow. The hermit grabbed his cock in his hand and stroked at it until it was at a full erection, which did not take too long. Kirren looked at it and estimated that it was about eight inches in length, and he knew that would hurt for someone so young, or even for anyone on their first time, had it not been rape.

He frowned as he watched the hermit move toward the squirming, screaming and sobbing Dave on the floor, chuckling as he went. The wolf willed himself to move out of the sight from the tree, but he decided not to say anything. He walked over to the clothes and found a sheath buckled to the belt. He silently took a dagger out of the sheath and made his way toward the hermit, unsure if he could do anything anyhow.

He looked at the person, and then at Dave, who apparently had not noticed him. He closed his eyes, raised the dagger, and ran forward, thrusting with the dagger as hard as he could. He felt his paw stop suddenly, and he felt that his genes had stopped him from stabbing the person. He noticed a grip around his wrist, and he figured that the hermit had actually caught him instead, and he despaired again.

He felt a warmth on his fingers, and he opened his eyes. He saw blood on his paws, seeing the dagger in the hermit's back, but not completely. Kirren tilted the dagger down from twitching and felt it scrape against something that he realized was bone. He looked at the person who swung around, grabbing at the dagger in his back, and for a moment, Kirren was a bit confused.

He had actually stabbed a person without his mind stopping him, yet he knew it did no good since it stopped at the bone. He looked at the hermit, who flailed around, trying to get the dagger out, while Dave looked at Kirren pleadingly. Kirren knew what he had to do, and quickly picked up Dave, put him on his back, and ran in the opposite direction, toward Dave's home.

He heard the person run toward them, and he ran faster. He knew that he could outrun any human, but he knew that he could only do that if he did not have any weights on. He continued to run, dodging trees while the person continued to chase them. He held a knife in hand, which glinted against the moonlight when the wolf did look back. Each time he looked back, the person was a bit closer, and he was sure that the person was catching up.

He could smell the scent of sweat, musk, and blood getting closer, and he knew that the shack was on its approach to his vision and position. He continued running forward, picking up speed and fatigue, but not stopping to catch his breath. He knew if he stopped, his searching and his rescuing would be in vain.

The forest gave way to a field and a shack. He smiled at the sight, and he could hear Dave sigh in exasperation and relief, though he took notice that it was not him that was running the entire way. Kirren ran toward the large building, keeping his sprint as able and fast as he could, and as fast as his heart could beat. His lungs burned from the exertion and his breaths came as quickly as someone would breathe if they were hyperventilating. His heart pounded forcibly in his chest faster than his feet could move and his legs could swing.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he knew it would hinder him, he just did not know when. He felt the throbbing in his head, and for a moment, he was temporarily blinded as the blood rushed out and in his eyes. He blinked it off; still feeling the pain in his head like a nail was being driven into it.

He reached halfway to the mansion before he saw people rushing out. He smiled, relieved that help had come, and he glanced backwards to see the person still rushing at them, just a little closer than before. He wondered how the person could be so quick on his feet, especially without clothes and a wound in his back. He seemed relentless in his pursuit, but the wolf did not understand why.

The dagger still flashed dangerously, and that only made Kirren double his efforts and continue forward. The people were closer, holding guns and rifles that the wolf recognized. He was, at first, a bit unsure if they would shoot him first, though, and for a moment, his body did not want to move forward anymore. He stopped and fell forward, tripping on his own feet and hit the grass. He felt a large weight hit the back of his legs and fly over them, which he recognized as the hermit.

The hermit scrambled to get up, and when he did, he looked furiously at Kirren, holding his knife, ready to stab the both of them, abandoning his hostage. A spray of blood burst out of his forehead, however, after a gunshot was heard from a rifle. The body of the hermit fell forward, limp, onto the grass. Kirren was too weak to pick himself and Dave up, so he just laid there, panting as much as his lungs would allow him, reeling in pain from the injury on the back of his head.

Dave whispered in a panicked voice, "Are we safe?"

Kirren just nodded, unable to speak due to his constant panting. He felt a loss of breath, and no matter how much he breathed, he could not regain it. He felt a bit dizzy, and for a moment, he thought that he would die, until his vision blurred, grew dark, and was finally gone.

To be continued...

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It is a cause that we fight for;

And it is a cause that we would die more;

But it is that same cause that we try;

Even if in truth is just the lie.

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"Knowledge is gained, and knowledge is lost

But all that we know is forever....

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