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The following story contains certain extreme fetishes, which may include torture, mutilation, underage characters, or death (please see tags for full details). If you are underage, lack an open mind, or have certain triggers, then you should stop reading immediately. The author of this story will not be held responsible for those who choose to ignore this warning. Read at your own risk! Please note that the following story is pure fantasy. The author neither supports, nor condones such action in real life. If you, or someone you know, is considering harming themselves or others, please seek help.

The Charity Auction

By Zackery James

It was early winter, and Rey, the ten-year-old fox, just stared out the car window. He watched as dead-looking skeletal trees, long stripped of all their leaves, scrolled lazily by. He couldn't see much else due to the thick, heavy fog that extended just a few feet ahead.

He let out a long deep sigh. He had hoped for there to be some snow this season, but this was the south and that was unlikely to happen. His parents had moved there just this last summer, and it seemed that this would be Rey's first winter without snow. He hated the south, and wished he was back in his old town.

Just then he felt a hard punch in the shoulder. It came from his older brother who sat in the seat next to him.

"Hey, if you keep watching those trees so close, your going to get carsick. I ain't going to clean up after you!" said the teenage fox in a teasing tone.

"It's better than looking at your ugly mug." said Rey, sticking out his tongue.

"Oh yeah?" responded the teenager in his best tough-guy voice. He then grabbed his younger sibling in an arm-lock and proceeded to give him a nuggie.

"Hey, cut it out!" screeched Rey, and he began to squirm and kick.

Just then their father turned around from the front seat. "Stop that fighting now, the both of you! I'm trying to drive here."

"He started it" whined Rey. - "No, he started it!" replied his brother.

"I don't care who started it. I'll finish it!" barked their father, threateningly.

"Now boys" chimed in their mother from the passenger seat. "This is a brand new church we are visiting. You know how important it is for your father to make a good impression on the community. So we want you both to be on your best behavior, OK?"

"Yes, mam" said both boys reluctantly, as they slumped back in their respective seats.

"That's good" she said, while their father just snorted.

Rey hated going to church, so did his brother Chris. It was all a bunch of dressing up in uncomfortable clothes, and listening to a bunch of boring adults talk for hours on end. Their family wasn't all that religious either, but of course their father had to make a "good impression" with the community, considering the business he was in. That wasn't always easy with his short temper, either.

The car turned off the main highway, and started down a long gravel road. As they continued, the old church loomed into view. It looked somewhat menacing, with it's many spires piercing the sky and the huge steeple in the center. The fact that it seemed like the only building for miles around made it that much more ominous.

There were already several cars parked in the grass as the family circled around back. Rey noticed a large white trailer parked near the back entrance. It was rather ordinary, apart from the large red letters that spelled out 'Frank's Fine Meats'. Rey wondered if they would get to eat at this event. He hoped so, somehow church food always seemed to taste the best. Probably because the churchgoers would often bring in their home cooking.

The family entered the old, stone and brick building through the large double doors in the front. The interior looked surprisingly modern compared to the exterior, and although it was a bit drafty, it seemed to hold out the cold relatively well. The preacher, an aged golden retriever in flowing white robes, wearing a plain, unadorned collar, was standing in the atrium to greet them.

"Welcome my child" he said, opening his arms and embracing the father fox in a hug. "We are honored that you and your family will be joining our flock!"

"Er, um, yes, of course!" said their father, somewhat awkwardly. "The honor is ours."

"They said the people here were much more open and friendly" muttered their mother, under her breath. If the preacher had heard, he pretended not to.

The old dog then stooped down to Rey's level and ruffled his head fur. "I am especially pleased to have you with us today, young man." he said smiling. "I'm sure you will make the church proud."

Rey looked puzzled. He had no idea what the preacher meant by that. Although this was certainly the friendliest dog he had ever met, something about him seemed to give the cub a bad vibe. He reached back to grasp his mother's paw.

"Yes, well, I'm sure we are all looking forward to your service this evening." said their father, in the politest tone he could muster.

The family then went and took their seats in the pews. The sermon was long and boring, just as Rey had predicted it would be. He kept fidgeting in his seat, despite his mother constantly scolding him to 'sit still'. Chris let out a loud yawn, which earned him a stern glare from their father.

There were many other cubs present as well, but they weren't acting like the usual cubs at church. For one thing, they were startling well behaved. They all sat up straight, and hardly made a sound. Some of them even looked proud to be sitting there, as if this was their special day. Rey wondered if this wasn't part of some sort of coming-of-age ceremony. Perhaps that is what the preacher had meant.

The rest of the sermon was fairly uneventful, just as anticipated. But, as the preacher was winding to a close, all of that was about to change.

"Finally" said the golden retriever from his podium. "I would like to announce what I am sure you have all been waiting for. Our annual charity auction. We have gained some new faces in our flock, so I feel that I should explain the proceedings."

At this point, Rey was still only half listening. It wasn't like a charity auction was anything unusual. They probably would just be selling a bunch of boring junk that wouldn't interest him anyway.

"As you know" continued the preacher. "At this time of year, we ask each family to make a donation if they are able. Much of our younger flock have grown nice and plump and ready for slaughter. I am certain that any one of them would make a fine holiday feast for you and your loved ones."

At this point Rey sat forward in his seat, his ears perked up. Could the preacher really have said what he though he just said?

"I will now read off the list of children we have up for auction." announced the preacher. He then proceeded to list off the name, age, and species of several of the cubs present. None of them were older than twelve, and all of them were male.

Rey could not believe this. Were these adults seriously going to eat there own kids? What kind of wacked-out, weirdo church was this? It wasn't until the preacher called out "Rey - A Red Fox - Age 10" did he feel a large lump form in his thought.

"I must say I am quite pleased with the line-up we have this year." said the golden retriever. "As usual, the proceeds from our auction will go to help the poor and downtrodden, so that other children may have a chance at a better life; a life that we have taken for granted.

"Mom, what's going on?" asked Rey, now in a panic, tugging on his mother's dress. His mother, on the other hand, just held up a finger for him to be quiet and turned back to face the preacher.

"We would like to thank each family personally for the sacrifices they have made. I promise you they will not be in vain. Our lord graciously accepts the sacrifice of our children, and they shall have a better life in heaven for the lives they give today. Remember that, as you dine upon our sacred sheep."

"Dude! Are they seriously talking about eating Rey?" responded Chris, his eyes wide. "That's fucked up!"

"Watch your language young man!" growled their father. "This is a church."

"We will begin the auction in one hour" announced the preacher. "Families will be given ten minuets to say their goodbyes." He then stepped down from the pulpit.

"Mom, is all this true?" asked Rey. "Are you really auctioning me off, just to become someone's dinner?"

Their mother breathed a heavy sigh. "It's a time honored tradition in these parts. You know how important it is for your father to win the community's approval. We really didn't have much choice. When we were asked, we agreed."

"That's just sick" said Chris.

"We considered donating you!" said their father. "But you were already considered to be too old by the preacher."

Chris gulped. "Well, better you than me" he said to Rey. "Sorry little bro."

"This can't be happening!" whined Rey.

"I'm afraid it is, little one" said their mother, scooping her cub up in her arms. "The preacher says they do this every year, and the cubs are well looked after, until..."

"Until they kill me!" finished Rey, tears in his eyes.

"Don't think of it that way" pleaded his mother. "Think of it as a transition. This is very important for me and your father, so please, do this for us. Your father can't grow his business without the support of the community."

"Just think of the savings we'll make with one less kid to raise" said their father. His wife just gave him a menacing glare.

"OK, I'll try" said Rey, chocking back the tears.

"That's my boy." she said, giving him a big hug. "I am so proud of you!"

Just then, a member of the clergy stepped forward, a black cat this time, wearing the same robes as the preacher. "Mr. and Mrs. Fox? I need your son to come with me now." he said politely.

"Be brave, and make mommy proud." said Mrs. Fox, kissing her son on the forehead.

The black cat placed a paw gently on Rey's back as he stood up. "We greatly appreciate the sacrifice you have made" he said to Rey's parents.

"The pleasure is ours" returned his father.

Rey turned his head to look at his family one last time, as the black cat lead him out of the central chamber and down a side corridor. Eventually they reached a back room where several of the other cubs, mentioned before, had already gathered. They were busily talking amongst themselves, and playing, and all of them were stark naked.

"I need you to put your clothes into this bin here" said the cat. He pointed to a large green plastic bin that had the word 'donations' written on the side.

"Do I have to?" asked Rey.

The cat looked somewhat stern. "At this point you are no longer a person, but a holy animal intended for slaughter. If you wish to remain a holy animal, and earn your place in heaven, you will do as you are told."

Rey felt it best not to cross this particular cat, and quickly stripped down. He was actually somewhat grateful to get out of those annoying church clothes, despite his parents spending a lot of money on them. He dumped them into the bin, where they would be given away to someone less fortunate.

"Your underwear too" said the cat, pointing at Rey's groin.

Rey started blushing. He hadn't been naked in front of an adult since he was a little cub. Still, he supposed that didn't matter much now. Slowly he lowered his tighty-whities, letting his young prepubescent fox-hood feel the open air.

"That's a good boy" said the cat, picking up the underwear and dropping it in the bin. "For now you may converse with your fellow animals. Someone will be along to prep you for the auction shortly."

Rey still felt embarrassed about being completely naked, but at least he wasn't the only one, so that made it a bit better. A friendly white rabbit, looking to be about eight years old, bounced over to him.

"Hey! I don't think I've seen you in church before. You must be new." said the rabbit. "My name is Josh, what is yours?"

"I'm Rey" said Rey, "and this is my first time here."

"Wow!" said Josh. "You must be super excited, to be chosen for your first auction is a real honor!"

"Why is that?"

"Don't you know?" asked the rabbit, sounding puzzled. "Soon we will all have an honored spot in heaven. There you can do whatever you want, and play all day, and you never have to worry about chores or homework ever again. The preacher said so!"

Somehow, Rey tended to doubt that, however he didn't want to dash the rabbit's dreams.

"It's going to be great!" said Josh, beaming. "Getting there is going to be somewhat painful, but it is totally worth it. Plus, just think of how proud our parents must be."

"Yeah" said Rey with a sigh, thinking of his own parents.

"I hope I taste good." said Josh. "My parents have been training me all year for this, fattening me up and helping me build muscle. They say I should make a fine meal for some family of foxes, or wolves. Hey! Maybe your family might bid on me."

It was true, Rey's family had eaten rabbit before, although he had never had a sentient anthro-rabbit. This whole concept still seemed bizarre to him, but Josh seemed to be super into it.

"I would suggest bidding on my legs or my rump, as they are my best features, or so my parents tell me. I can't really tell, as I have never eaten rabbit before."

At that point, Rey began to sniffle. He still couldn't believe he would soon be someone's food.

"Hey what's wrong?" asked Josh, sounding concerned. "This is supposed to be the best day of our lives!" The rabbit then hummed, as he thought to himself. "I know something that should cheer you up" he said with a grin.

The next thing Rey felt was a soft paw wrapping itself around his young cock. That made the little fox gasp as he was taken by surprise.

"My older brother and I used to do this all the time" explained the rabbit, "before it was his turn to be auctioned." The rabbit then began to pump the young fox penis up and down, while his other paw cupped the fox's soft young orbs.

Rey just moaned softly as his fox-hood began to poke out of it's sheath.

The rabbit smiled and took that as his cue. He kneeled down before the fox and began to suckle on his tip.

Rey knew what sex was, although up till now he hadn't given it much thought. He did want to try it some day, and now he figured he would never have the chance again, so he was content to just let it happen.

Josh took more and more of the fox's rod into his muzzle as it continued to grow, suckling, and running his tongue along it's length.

Rey, for his part, continued to pant and moan. Instinctively he started to buck his hips, although he did not want to hurt the rabbit, the one friend he seemed to have in this place.

The next part surprised the fox, as the rabbit began to nibble along his length. At first it hurt, but after a while it actually started to feel, good?

Soon, Rey began to feel a stirring in his lower region. He couldn't hold out any longer, as he shot his young fox cream into the rabbit's eager muzzle.

Josh mmm'd and licked his lips as he stood up. "You taste really good Rey. I'm sure your special bits will sell for quite a lot!"

Rey smiled and panted, slumped back against the wall. He wasn't quite sure if he should take that as a compliment or not.

Just then, a group of adults entered the room. They weren't dressed like the rest of the clergy, but instead wore work clothes. They carried with them some wash basins, some hoses, and what looked like shampoo. All the cubs stopped what they were doing, and turned to face the men.

"I'm glad to see you boys enjoying yourself" said one of the workmen, a bear. "But we have a lot of work to do, so let's get a move on."

Each of the workmen took on the task of preparing a cub for auction, while the other cubs would wait their turn. The bear took care of Rey.

At first he took out a measuring tape, wrapping it around the young fox. He measured his chest and waist, the thickness and length of his arms and legs, and the length of his tail, writing it all down on his clipboard.

Rey did his best to cooperate.

Each cub was also made to stand on a scale, and be weighed, before being sent to one of the many washbasins. The washing took the longest time, as each cub had to scrubbed down. The water was also rather cold, but Rey thought better than to complain.

After bathing, each cub had their fur brushed, to get them looking their very best. Rey even had his tail fluffed, to make it stand out even more. As a final touch, the workmen tied ribbons around the neck, wrists, and ankles of each cub, as well as their tail-base. The color of the ribbons were selected to complement the cub's natural fur color. Rey got green ribbons.

"One final bit" said the bear to Rey, as his penis was grabbed for the second time that day.

As the bear stroked the fox to erection, he slid a solid gold cock-ring down around the growing member, setting it behind the knot. That would ensure that the fox would stay hard till the end of the auction, allowing the bidders to get a good look at the goods.

"Now then" said the bear. "No more touching yourself, or cumming, ya hear? There will be plenty of time for that once you are in heaven."

"Yes sir" said Rey, nodding obediently.

"Alright now listen up" said the bear to the room at large, as each of the cubs were finishing up. "The auction will start soon, here is how it's going to go. Each of you will be called one by one. When it's your turn you will go up on stage and our preacher will show off your assets. You will be auctioned off one piece at a time."

All the cubs listened intently. Rey could feel that lump returning to his throat as the bear described exactly what will happen.

"When the bidding is complete, you will be taken to the trailer out back, where our local butcher has gratuitously volunteered to help with the event. There you will be processed. It may be painful, but there will be no crying or complaining. Just keep your mind on the reward that awaits you, and you will be fine. Everyone got that?"

"Yes, sir" replied all the cubs in unison, all except Rey who was still shaking.

Then the workmen left the room, leaving the cubs alone once more.

The next half-hour felt like the longest in Rey's life. He watched as the cubs were called one by one, and lead back out to the main hall, where the adults would bid on them. Each of them seemed so giddy and excited, when they were called. Sometimes one of the other cubs would hug them and wish them well before they headed out. It seemed like they were really glad they were going to be eaten. Rey began to think, maybe there was something to this whole ritual after all.

Eventually though, the inevitable came. The black cat from before returned and read off the next name off the list. "Rey Fox" he called, looking up from his clipboard.

Rey gulped.

"Good luck!" called out Josh. "Try to earn a lot of money for the church!"

Rey smiled meekly as he waved goodbye to his friend.

"Come on now, we can't keep the bidders waiting" said the cat, impatiently.

Rey followed the cat back out the same corridor from which he came. The main hall had been completely rearranged for the auction. The altar was gone, and the stage had now been cleared. Bright lamps were now hanging from the rafters, illuminating the stage. At first Rey found them to be rather blinding, and he had to blink a few times before he could see.

All of the adults from before had gathered in the pews. The cubs who were not participating in the auction, including Rey's older brother, were nowhere to be seen. Possibly the adults did not consider it appropriate for them to be there.

Rey could feel the eyes of all those adults, staring at his naked body. He never felt so embarrassed in his life, and instinctively he moved his paws to cover his groin.

"Don't cover your self" instructed the cat, sounding annoyed. "Let the bidder's see what they are buying."

The golden retriever was standing back at his podium, with the same friendly smile he gave Rey when he first entered the church. With a single paw, he beckoned Rey forward.

Slowly, nervously, Rey ascended the stage.

"My flock." addressed the preacher. "We have a very special animal next up for bid: Rey Fox, age ten. While he has not been with us that long, I can assure you that his meat is as divine as any of our children. I am also told that fox meat is highly sought after this time of year, so I hope to see some generous bidding from you all."

The cat prodded Rey to step forward, so the audience could get a better look at him.

Rey scanned the crowd until he caught a glimpse of his parents. His father was looking as stern as ever, while his mother had her camera out, taking pictures. Rey felt ridiculous, standing there naked and tied up in ribbons with a hard-on, yet there was nothing he could do. He could only hope his mother would have the courtesy not to show those pictures to his friends at school.

"The first item up for bid will be the legs." announced the golden retriever. "As usual, they will each go to the two highest bidders. And I must say, they look like some pretty fine fox legs."

The cat just twirled his finger, signaling Rey to turn around. Rey did as he was told, knowing the repercussions would be severe if he didn't.

"Shall we start the bidding, at say, 20 Dreo per leg?"

Rey watched in amazement as several bidding paddles went up. As the bids continued to climb, the fox was surprised to find just how much his legs were apparently worth. Obviously his own legs were worth more to him, but he was surprised how much some adults were willing to pay to eat them. Eventually his right leg went to a strong looking tiger who probably worked out, and his left leg went to an elderly beaver gentleman, for about 120 Dero apiece.

"May you and your families enjoy fine fox ham this holiday, Mr. Reins and Mr. Sagget" said the preacher-auctioneer, banging his gavel.

"Next up for bid is vulpine rump" the dog continued. "Just imagine what a fine roast these two lumps would make to serve before your family. Young, tender, and supple; there is no better part on a fox! We will start the bidding at 50 Dero."

At this point the cat forced Rey to bend over, and lifted up his tail rather roughly, so the crowd could get a good look at his buttock. Rey had to crane his neck to see the audience behind him.

His mother still had her camera out, taking more pictures, which made Rey blushed more furiously. He was even more surprised by his father's actions, who actually started to bid! In all the shock and excitement, Rey never even considered the possibility that his own family might be eating him.

The bidding was fast and furious, enough to make Rey's head spin. For a while, it looked like his father would actually win! Eventually though, he was outbid by a family of racoons, who purchased the young fox's rump meat for 450 Dero. He supposed that was just more than his father was willing to pay.

"My, my" said the preacher with surprise. "I am astounded with your overwhelming generosity, Mr. and Mrs. Ringtale. Please enjoy your roast vulpine rump this holiday, you wholeheartedly deserve it!"

His arms were auctioned off in a similar fashion to his legs, earning the church another 80 Dero apiece. When they got to selling his belly and ribs, the cat lifted his arms high above his head, so that the audience could see his chest fully exposed.

"Come on, folks. I know you can bid higher than that!" pleaded the golden retriever. "I know it's not the grilling season, but I for one could never turn down an offer for barbequed fox ribs. So open your hearts and remember this is for charity. I promise you will not be disappointed!"

The strange thing was, Rey actually liked ribs. His family would grill out every summer, and ribs were always his favorite. Despite the fact that the dog was talking about his own ribs, the dog's descriptions were actually starting to make him hungry. He did wonder, how exactly they were going to remove the ribs, though.

Eventually they sold for 100 Dero to a family of rabbits, and Rey couldn't help but wonder if that was Josh's family or not. Josh said he never ate rabbit, but he didn't say he never ate fox.

"Finally, we come to the piece I'm sure you've all been waiting for" announced the preacher, "Fresh fox-boy bits! Considered a delicacy and a powerful aphrodisiac in many culinary circles. No romantic holiday would be complete without this special dish, but you only get one set per fox."

At this point the cat made Rey kneel down and thrust his hips forward, displaying his most private boy parts to the entire crowd. Despite his embarrassment, Rey could only hope that his mother wasn't still taking pictures.

"We will start the bidding at no less than 100 Dero."

The bidding was even more rampant than before. Rey just couldn't believe the outrageous prices some adults were willing to pay for his junk. It was more expensive than any other part of him, yet it was the smallest part!

Eventually it went to a rather young otteress, who appeared to be in her mid-twenties, for 510 Dero. She bounced up and down gleefully as the preacher banged his gavel and announced "Sold!" Rey wasn't sure he liked the idea of his private parts going to such a person, but of course he didn't have any say in the matter.

"Let's see" said the golden retriever. "We have managed to accumulate over 1400 Dero from our tasty young fox here. This will go a long way to helping the less fortunate children out there. Once again, we like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Fox for their most generous sacrifice. To all those who bid, may you savour the sweat taste of fox this holiday, and blessings be upon you."

Many of the adults stood up and applauded, even those who didn't bid. Rey's mother could be seen wiping away a tear from her eye.

Rey didn't get to view the crowd for long, as the cat picked him up roughly by the scruff of the neck and ushered him outside.

It felt much colder outside than it did before, now that it was later in the day and Rey no longer had any clothes on. He started to shiver against the cold.

He was led back out to the same white trailer he saw when he first arrived. It still had big red letters that spelled out 'Frank's Fine Meats', yet now they seemed to take on a whole new meaning.

The inside of the trailer was set up like a small butcher's shop. There was a large wooden worktable. An assortment of knives, and hoses, and things Rey couldn't identify, hanging from the walls and ceiling. There were rolls of white butcher paper, for wrapping up cuts of meat. In the back, Rey could make out strange cuts of meat hanging from hooks. They looked strange and alien from this angle, but Rey knew exactly where they came from, and he could feel the lump in his throat return.

Standing in the middle of it all was a lean white ferret, wearing a butcher's apron covered with stains. Rey could only assume that it was Frank, the butcher.

Frank nodded to the cat as they entered. "Let's get this over with" said Frank. "I've got a lot more cubs to process before I can go home."

The cat handed Frank the paperwork, containing the names of everyone who won a bid, what they bid on, and how much they paid. "He's all yours."

"Everything seems to be in order" said the ferret, looking over the list.

The cat then turned and left, leaving Rey alone with the butcher.

"Alright my cute little foxie, I need you to hop up on here and stand on all fours" said the ferret, patting the surface of the work table. "I promise it will be over quick, so there is no reason to be afraid."

Rey thought about running, but then where would he go? He was completely naked, and there were no other buildings around. Plus, he realized, he would be letting his parents down. What would become of his life if he did not do this? Reluctantly, he climbed up on the table.

The table itself was made of hard wood, covered in various stains, dark and red. As he stood there on all fours, like some sort of animal, Rey knew he would not be leaving this table again. Not in one piece anyway.

The ferret stroked his back and patted him on the head, trying his best to comfort the fox. "You are a very brave little fox, your parents must be very proud."

Rey tried to smile as best he could, but he did not speak.

"I need you to bite down on this for me, OK?" said the ferret, as he wedged a long metal bit deep in the fox's muzzle, held in place by a leather strap behind his head.

Rey found it a bit odd, but if this was going to be painful, he was grateful for something to bite on. He did not notice the wires running down to the metal rod from the ceiling.

Next the butcher took a long plastic tube with a bell shaped end. The bell portion slid perfectly over the fox's still engorged penis. It latched on firmly as there was a tiny bit of suction. Rey murred slightly at the sensation, and wondered if it wasn't some sort of milking device.

Finally, the ferret inserted a second long mettle rod, coated in a conductive lubricant, into the fox's rectum. Although, Rey couldn't see it, he should could feel it! It felt rather large and frigid cold, as it stretched his untrained tail-hole wide. He couldn't help but give a shiver.

The ferret petted the poor fox on the back one last time. "Everything is set now. Soon you will be with all your friends in heaven."

Frank flipped a switch, a low humming noise could be heard slowly building. Rey did not have much time to wonder what that was, before the ferret pressed the big red button set into the wall.

In an instant, one thousand volts surged though the fox's body, crossing his heart, for what seemed like several seconds. The young cub shook violently as his muscles spasmed and he lost all control of his body. He also released his bladder, which the machine attached to his cock eagerly sucked up, keeping the work area clean.

When it was over, Rey collapsed to the table, foaming at the mouth and unable to move. He began to feel light headed, and dizzy, as his heart was no longer supplying blood to his brain. The world started to dim. He thought about his family, and wondered if there would be a heaven for him after all. He hoped that the people who bought pieces of him would enjoy his meat at least.

The last thing he saw, was the ferret approaching him with a skinning knife, before everything faded to black. He never felt the first cut.

After the auction had ended, the churchgoers gathered outside, with tickets in their paws, waiting to claim the cuts of meat they had purchased.

Mr. Fox hadn't been able to purchase a piece of his son, but he did manage to procure a nice leg of rabbit. The father raccoon, who had outbid him, approached the adult fox after they had collected their respective cuts.

"Sorry to out bid you like that, old fellow" said the rather plump raccoon. "Yer boy's rump just looked so fine and juicy that I couldn't help myself. My wife cooks one of the meanest rump roasts in the county, and fox is always a favorite of mine."

"That's quite alright" said Mr. Fox, putting on his best charming smile. "You won the bid fair and square."

"Still, I feel bad about it. He was your boy and all." said the raccoon. "I'd like to invite you and your family to have dinner with us. Of course, you know what we will be having."

"We would be delighted." said Mr. Fox, shaking the racoon's paw.

"This is all just so bizarre" muttered Chris under his breath as he soaked everything in. "He could be a bit of a twerp at times, yet still I'm going to miss him". But even as he said that, he couldn't help but wonder what his little brother would taste like, and he eyed the package the raccoon was holding hungrily.

"If you and the missus ever plan on having more cubs, you can be sure I'll be there to bid on em" said the raccoon boastfully.

"If we do, we will be sure to let you know." said the father fox with a grin. He felt certain that this would be the beginning of a beautiful business relationship.

The two families walked off towards their cars together, and the foxes followed the racoons home. Tonight was going to be a very special dinner indeed.