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Ten: ...Father

Time passed by and the season of spring and summer were longer with a longer autumn to keep the great fox slaver out longer and doing better then in any other year. He had learnt a great deal of information on his wanderings and dealings near the Mossflower region of the delights of Redwall Abbey and the success of their saviour Matthias' family. With the knowledge that the boy born would soon be old enough to qualify as worthy of work in the realm of Malkaris, a sinister plot was hatching in Slagar's head. But the work kept him away for the entire winter and instead he spent it at a southern camp where he still traded in slaves right through to the next autumn.

His mind had begun to wander and boil with concern and frustration over the fate of his dear little pet. Would she have produced a child for him as he wanted, or would something bad have happened? His memories of assisting his mother at births rolled around him mind at the thought that the birth of a child might have ripped Layla in half! But at points he was intrigued by the thought of her being pregnant... pretty and round and too afraid for the sake of the child to refuse any of his attention. As much as it both frustrated him to think of it, the suggestion of using her services even whilst she was filled with his cub was attractive. He regretted even more that he was not present with her and so he was eager to return as soon as the chance came along.

When the chance finally came and he'd managed to sell an impressive quantity of slaves, save one pretty little fox cub he'd acquired, an orphan as he had been, Slagar marched onwards. The cub was pretty little thing, very young and probably as quiet as Layla had been and that had pleased Slagar greatly. She was more obedient and he did not have to chain her up or even bark at her, she was eager to grasp his tail and follow him on with the thought of going to stay with his Layla. Why he'd decided to keep her? Well... if Layla did her job and produced a son for him, his son would need a pet as obedient as Layla was!

Arriving back at the slaver's winter camp, Slagar wrapped the cub in a dark cloak and insisted that she keep close to his side and say nothing. She was ignored by the burly vermin they passed by, but they all looked towards the fox wearing the patchwork mask about his face like a harlequin. They were almost jealous, almost angry and at the same time their eyes told Slagar that there was something of worth in his ownership and to him it must only be his beloved little pet! Slagar strolled on to Black Eye's house and immediately wrapped his knuckle against the wooden door and to his great relief the old polecat showed himself with a vivid grin.

"Well... if it isn't the Fox Cub..." The old ferret creature grunted with pleasure as he looked from the adult to the youngster who stared up at him with her thumb in her mouth and slightly bemused. For a moment, the ferret looked startled, worried that maybe the fox had delved into the depths of slaver depravity and taken a young girl on to do the same jobs for him as Layla! But when the cub tilted he head up to Slagar in curiosity, he patted her head and encouraged her to step in as Black Eye stepped back and then grinned. "Got Layla a friend did you?"

"Layla... or someone else perhaps." Slagar stated, a little cautious suddenly that he might not have impregnated Layla or that she might have lost the cub. He had not even considered such a possibility but the ferret gave him a crooked grin that spoke of some secret he held that the fox did not. Slagar was about to say something else when he heard a surprising voice as some ridiculous looking stoats were harassed away from the bar.

"Too much and you haven't paid! Get out!" Her language had improved and as Slagar turned about he looked to the bar and spotted the familiar black and tan vixen in a neat looking dark green dress with a tough expression upon her face. She looked a little rounded in the stomach and her breasts were much more obvious and pronounced and Slagar let his tongue probe the air in excitement. But when she spotted him her tough expression, the familiar stubborn one he'd seen was lost, a bright smile appeared on her face. "Slagar! My Slagar!"

Her Slagar? No one had ever dared to claim ownership of him before because he had slaughtered those kinds of fools and yet he was not angry for her words. If anything it made his heart leap in pleasure to know that someone cared about him enough to be happy to see him, so happy that her eyes were brimming with tears as she rushed over to him. But Layla was still cautious, she did not leap and cuddle him as she wanted but instead hopped up and down on her feet or a few moments with a whimper of pleasure and eagerness, wanting permission to kiss him.

"Layla? You're looking more comfortable than when I last saw you." Slagar practically purred as he stretched out a hand to her pale cheeks and stroked them gently. She shuddered in delight, making a little moan or gasp of pleasure to be stroked and touched so lovingly by him. Slagar just gave a malicious grin before stroking her shoulder and then turning down towards the little cub he'd brought with him, which Layla stared up in surprise and then grimaced slightly.

"Slagar... Master has a new slave?" She questioned nervously and for a moment Slagar looked towards the cub with a sort of fascination. Perhaps... perhaps he could have her as a new slave but she was so young. He could never let a child endure what he had done to Layal, if only because he could not stand the thought of the whimpering. But... but when she got older it would be a different thing entirely and he would have no qualms about shamelessly taking Layla in vile ways in the cub's presence.

"No Layla, this is Trinket... she's going to be living with us and then, when she's old enough, we'll train her up." Slagar grinned maliciously but Trinket shuffled up to Layla and stretched out a hand in greeting. Layla tilted her head to the side in confusion for a moment before she stretched a hand to the youngster. Trinket clasped at her firmly as the black and tan vixen grinned visibly before turning towards Slagar with a smile. He grinned and then patted at her shoulder with a chuckle. "She lost her family in a fire, so I took her in and she helped me sell slaves."

"Slagar is a good master." Layla beamed toward him before turning to the youngster and informing her of this. She then breathed a sigh of relief and hooked a paw about Slagar's body in thanks and affection. As she nuzzled her head against his chest he gave a soft snigger of amusement before he turned towards Black Eye and the ferret just gave a snort and a wink. Layla felt the question forming and swiftly gave a soft sigh before stepping away from Slagar and looking nervously at her paws. "Layla has been working for Black Eye. When Slagar didn't come back, Black Eye helped Layla so she helped him, Layla has been paid for the help... but only used money for baby."

Baby? She said baby! Slagar's eyes widened in delight and excitement at the idea that he had indeed achieved his dream of producing a child. Of course Layla had not mentioned what gender or indeed said much more about it but she was grinning with the knowledge he was happy. When Slagar opened his mouth to ask about it, she stretched forward to grasp his paw and drag him up towards the room with little Trinket skipping after them with a sniff.

When the rushed to the familiar room Slagar was startled by how much Layla had turned that scrappy room into a proper living area with a section closed off for bathing, proper furniture and in the middle of the room was a small basket with thick lining where a little baby was sitting. The cub was staring up at them both in fascination and then with boredom when it realised no food was coming its way and that his flicking tail was far more interesting. When Slagar stepped over to the child Layla seemed to start bouncing about on her feet.

"I called him Slayer... a mix of our names. He is very beautiful and very big! Black Eye's mate had to help me have him, it was long labour." Layla beamed and Slagar chuckled in amusement as he grasped Layla's arms in return and pulled her close to kiss. They had a rather soft, intimate kiss before Layla hopped over to the bed and pulled the youngster right out. When Slayer was brought over to his father Slagar was intrigued by how the cub had come out red but with a darker back end, full black limbs and a black stripe along his nose. He was a good mix of the pair of them with Layla's narrower face but Slagar's bold form and gently the father held his son.

"He's very beautiful." Slagar stated with a slight grunt of surprise as the youngster decided to grab at his hood and try to yank it off. Slagar was worried by the thought of upsetting the youngster with his injury and swiftly encouraged Layla to take him back and settle him down. Slagar then introduced the boy to Trinket and then encouraged them to work together and make him some food. Layla nodded in delight and Trinket skipped to follow after her as Slagar settled down on the floor beside the basket and shared an eye-to-eye moment with his son.

That evening good food had put Trinket and little Slayer to sleep early as Layla and Slagar had lounged on their new bed together. It felt familiar and safe but also like his whole life was complete now that he had returned to her. With a soft sigh he'd stretched out upon the bed and to his surprise Layla had already pulled his tunic upward and began to press her muzzle towards his crotch. He didn't want to stop her, in fact he was quite delighted that the lessons he'd given her were taking hold once more.

She shifted his form up out of his clothing and immediately began to caress his sheath, pulling the pale cover of fur downwards to reveal the searing heat of the red spike that began to throb and swell at her touch. It twitched and flexed as she shifted her fingers to hook around the ring of the sheath and keep the form revealed as she smothered it with her mouth. Layla lifted her body upward, shifting the clothing from under her tail so as it wagged Slagar could stretch out his paw and stroll his claws around her moistening holes. Layla gave soft moans of pleasure as the warm chasm of her mouth took in his length and lured it upward with the rolling motions of her tongue. She had seemed to improve or at least had missed him so much that Slagar was soon growling with his pleasure from her work, ignorant to the thought they might just wake up the children.

His fingers probed the damp cave of her pussy with delicate motions and he almost chuckled when he pressed one finger inward and the healed form practically sucked in about him with a smuckering noise. Layla gave a soft moan of pleasure, straining her body as she practically went into an orgasm with his finger in her passage and his cock within her throat. Slagar merely chuckled at her pleasure before encouraging her to shift aside so that he could take hold of the situation. Willing Layla spun about to drop onto her front and present her rear to him, he face pressed tightly against the pillow as she whimpered and threw her tail to the side, begging him to take her.

"Oh Layla... you missed me didn't you?" Slagar questioned with a malevolent edge as she nodded her head and let her tongue loll in expectation and excitement. Already she was starting to pant as she felt his hot breath roll over her body as he grasped her tail and decided to view her gash. It was slick with her excitement, trembling with her swollen clit twitching and flexing in desperation for his attention. Sure, it was wider than the last time he recalled seeing it but it was unmarked by anyone else and gently he gave a growl. "Who's such a good girl?"

Layal grinned in delight, referring to him as her master and her love for him he practically chuckled in delight as he grasped her hips with his paws, gripping them tightly until she gave a slight squeak of pain. When he was positioned correctly he decided to forego any thought of being gentle with her for the sake of his affection but instead jammed his thick straightened form right into her waiting lips. She gavea loud bark of pain that encouraged the cubs to twitch but she smothered her head into the pillow, whimpering and whining with pleasure as he began to pump his form into her hard and as a fast as he could.

As he panted from the pleasure of being with his female again, feeling her tightened form gripping about his and begging for him to continue, Slagar encouraged her to keep begging him to give it to her. She did with a wide grin and a sense of purpose that she was finally making him happy and all memory of her former life suppressed by her delight with him. After several heavy slams of his firm burning cock into her gaping passage, Slagar reached his climax with a sharp snapping growl as he flooded her pathway with his seed and pulled himself out, watching it dribble slightly from his work. Layla then rolled forward and looked up at him with big eyes of delight.

"My master!" She beamed before stretched out her tongue to lap him clean as Slagar cackled away in his pleasure.

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_And that's it. I know you probably want to know more, such as what happens with Trinket and Slayer, not to mention when Slagar dies... but I don't think that's the interesting part. _