Tales of Ferin.
Tales of Ferin.
Dedicated to Katherine.
Chapter 1.
The world he lived in was sick and twisted, one where the strong ruled over the weak!
The young fox was trapped, doing this work for five years now, with no means to go anywhere and no future before him. It was all he had. Raised as an orphan in the village, this was the only job he could find the day he came of age. This was the path for him to keep away from the streets, the means of buying a roof over his head.
Wiping at his sweaty forehead, the young fox nailed the shovel back into the ground. He wasn't alone as he shared the task with a mixed group of men of all ages. Together they made an-out-of tune song of shovels hitting the ground. The small workforce was digging the ditch that would become the foundation for a new bathhouse. Most of them swore at the fact they would never use it.
Ferin had done his best at his job and despite all his efforts he knew there was little to gain. There was no chance of ever getting a promotion, being an orphan he would never rise above being a simple laborer. Born without parents he often wondered why the system was so cruel. He was not alone in this difficulty as all the men who worked with him were the same. All of them born to a world where stature decided to which role they belonged. Forced to work at manual labor or similar jobs the men were among the lowest society had to offer. Same applied to women. Most often they would gain their living from bakeries or something similar, scrubbing away at pots in a rich person's kitchen. Being an orphan he belonged to their group. Thus was life prescribed for them all!
Scraping his shovel against a rock the young fox cursed. Well at least he was not born a slave, trying his best to find something positive in his daydreaming. He was thankful. He had often heard horror stories about people who met such fate, although the only slaves around were in the mansion for which he worked. He had seen them sometimes lounging about and although the difference between him and them was only he received a ridiculously low number while they got nothing. Work never stopped for them either, they only lived to be used! They had all the work that free people refused to do.
When the fox woke up that morning he had a beautiful red coat covering his body. The short trimmed fur turned white as snow on the underside of his muzzle, making it's way down his chest towards his groin. Layered with dirt he was almost brown from head to toe like most of the men who shared his toil in the muddy hole.
"Damn it all." He exclaimed angrily as he threw the shovel to the ground, sitting down like a sulking child, a fag finding his slim muzzle. He puffed at the cigarette happily, ignoring the looks on his comrade's faces. At least it was not raining.
"Shush Ferin don't let the foreman hear you, or let alone the lady considering how loudly you speak, you young fool." An older looking gruff bear replied as he made his way over, brandishing a shovel of his own. "I know how you feel but trust me you do not wish to incur the wrath of the lady. You have been punished by the foreman before and that was nothing you liked or am I right?" The bear asked. He did not give the younger man time to reply as he whispered. "Trust me young fox, the foreman is forgiving when compared with the woman herself." He continued in a low keyed ominous voice.
Crushing a lump of dirt between his fingers the fox had heard the same speech many times before. He was so tired of his whole life determined by the fact of how he was born and who he was, not what he did or what he could do. "I don't care. I just want the same chance as everyone else. If I am to be a looser I want to be so of my own accord." He replied.
Both of them belonged to the same caste and yet did not share the shame view of their fate, their place in life.
The bear did not open his mouth as he took a seat beside him, the older male seemingly the only one there who did not show the dirt on his coat. He was after all of a dark-brown color. Not saying that he did not mind it in reality, the stuff was troublesome on ones fur, hard to get out without much hot water and it was irritating to the skin.
The fox returned his pack to the insides of the warm coat he was wearing, his fingers brushing against the only object he had after his parents. He clung to it for a little while like he often did, the soft feel of the cotton material playing on his sensitive skin. He remembered nothing about his parents and the origin of this cloth was unknown to him.
Mardy, the bear beside him was the only one resembling family he had, the old man the dearest he knew. The two had become good friends over the years he worked there and the times he had run into him when he was a small child, often playing around the mansion like the other children.
"I'll bet my whole wages the lady and her friends are inside right now having a tea party and not worrying about a thing in the world." He whispered back to the bear.
Laughing loudly Mardy clapped the young fox on the back, his large paw covering most of it. "All of them wearing pink bows and drinking from white teacups." He laughed even louder, the friendly rumbling sounding all around the large property as his whiskers grey with age vibrated all around his nose.
"They even parade us around in bright yellow like some idiots." The fox continued. Talking about the reflective yellow of the warm coats they wore.
"Well no one says you have to wear it you know!" The old man replied with a smirk.
Because fall had arrived not wearing the coat would be suicide. The chill air bit to the bone after some time and the work group counted itself fortunate the ground was not frozen yet.
It's not like I could wear anything else!" The fox replied with a sneer on his lips.
He often wondered about the lady whom lived in the house. He had seen her a few rare times but always from a distance. He knew that she was a fox like himself and yet her color was unlike his own. She often appeared in her beautiful clothes, gowns and dresses of all kinds, not that Ferin knew anything about clothes like that.
Usually she was with a few of her friends as she left the house and sometimes they might even use the small private garden behind the large mansion. No one knew how many friends she had but they were all females like her and lived in the house. Many had wondered if she had any male companions but no one knew.
The mansion was a large luxurious grey marvel upon the landscape; the fox couldn't help but find it beautiful. Often as he viewed it he would find his mind turn to envy as he wondered how it would be like to have all that room. All he had was a small hovel upstairs at the local inn. Something he rented for a moderate sum from the barkeep.
The riches this vixen had was nothing compared with the people of the big city. That much the fox knew. He heard magnificent stories of people who owned palaces so big the mansion could have fitted into one of the many rooms. When he thought of cities and their riches the one he thought of most often was Kier. The roue city.
He often wondered about the roues, the women of Kier who were intended to have great power. This position that all women dreamed about for you could not inherit that one, it was something you had to be chosen for. Most people avoided the roues like the flame. The title was not something given lightly and there was a reason for it. Roues were the highest in society, a title that rose above kings and queens and even emperors. All of them bowed to the roue. A single one had the power to order a king executed, such was their status. The roue were also the caretakers of the slave trade, something that was normal in this world he lived in and for some reason no one thought anything was wrong with that. Something the young fox had never understood.
Seeing the slave trade was the largest business ever to envelop the economy, the years had gradually made the roue more important. Everyone could keep a slave if they could afford them, not his caste tough, the fox thought bitterly, not because he wanted to. He always thought it was just another sign of the gap between the castes and the unfairness the world had to offer. Everything was off limits to them, just about.
Smiling to himself he fondly watched the evening sun and the sure sign they would be getting of soon. Fridays were always the best. The time he had for himself and sure planned to have fun at the inn tonight. The only place he could.
Sensing his mood the bear clapped him on the back as the two rose to their feet. "I will be seeing you at the Clam tonight I hope?" He asked.
The fox nodded. "Off course." Muzzle lighting up in a smile.
They didn't have to spend much time at their toil before the fat otter returned. The obese rodent waggling about as usual, waving his fat finger around signaling the end of the day. The foreman liked his food.
Returning their shovels to the tool shed the two made their way towards the small village close by. Finally when they were a good distance away the fox opened his mouth again, sure that no one would hear them.
"I am sure the Lady is some old ugly hag who has not lifted a finger her whole life. Probably smells old too!" Ferin said chuckling like a prankster. Mardy joined in the laughter, his loud bellows carrying for miles.
"Have you ever seen the Lady?" The curious fox asked. "I mean more then a glimpse." He added.
"I have seen her yes. I used to work inside the house many years ago, before you came along." The bear answered.
Scratching his gentle triangular shaped ear the fox looked at his friend in mild surprise. "What do you mean you worked inside? I thought only the slaves were allowed inside."
"It's a long story Ferin, one I would rather not tell." The old man looked troubled, his wise brown eyes on the gravel road.
Ferin knew well enough the mood the bear was in, the one where he would not take any huff. He knew he would not be getting anything out of him, unless perhaps if the bear was drunk enough he supposed with a smile, even then probably not.
He knew the bear would not keep silent for long. He had always been the talkative kind. Even though the subject of before was buried they talked about this and that as they made their way towards the inn, each of them louder then the next. Their laughter echoed around the few houses of the village.
When they rounded the corner of the first house into town they were greeted by the laughter of children and the abrupt silence that followed as the two of them appeared. It didn't last long as two cubs came flying at them, both jumping up and down hoping for a treat.
Ferin always liked the two. The little vixens cuter then anything, both orphans like him. Unfortunately for the two of them he hadn't thought of bringing something with him that day. The bear however fished a couple of sweets from his pocket which quickly disappeared into the small gaping maws.
The two could almost have been twins. The cute little critters both sharing the same piercing yellow eyes and the ivory white fur. Their coats stood out this way and that, unlike the smooth silken texture they would develop later with age.
Clinging to them the kids went on about this and that and asked them questions about every single subject imaginable. Why is the sky blue? Why is your fur brown Ferin? I have a cold am I going to die? Ferin and his friendly barely managed to get through it all for as soon as they answered one, another came along.
Reaching the inn Ferin dislodged himself and went down to his knees to their level. "Now kids. Shouldn't you two be hurrying home to your uncle?" He asked.
"No!" They whined together.
It wasn't that he didn't understand, he remembered long ago when he was younger how much he hated that old coot. He used to call him uncle but he wasn't friendly or loving at all towards the few children he kept in his home. Not that he was cruel or mean, he was merely distant and boring, uninterested in the orphans well-being or just about anything they did.
One of the small vixens clung to the fox, hugging him like they often liked to do. He grimaced at the small paws on his chest as she leaned back, gazing up at him with large eyes. He felt the hands on his chest and despite himself loving the small cub he felt inclined to remove those hands, moving them gently to the side. He did not like when people touched his chest. Not that it was painful. It was merely uncomfortable.
Mardy saw the look on his friends face. The bear was one of the few people who knew his secret and the fact that the fox did not like being touched there.
"Go now." He said in a firm voice and pushed them gently towards their way. The two reluctantly took of and something told him they would not hold to their promise. The bear merely chuckled at their reaction as they ran of like two crazed gremlins.
The two turned towards the inn, the children's shouts and hoots fading of into the distance.
The heavy air inside greeted them as solid as any brick wall. Smoke wafted through the air as curious eyes regarded the newcomers. The smell of freshly baked food clung to the air.
A young skunk smiled at the two as they took their usual seats by the window, the heavy set young man obviously pleased by their arrivals.
"There you are. I've been waiting for you." He almost shouted over the noisy din of the bar. His every movement was hyperactive and he had trouble stopping his hands shaking. Before him was a half full glass of beer and an ashtray full of spent cigars.
Ferin could not help but smile at the sight of the drunken skunk. The skunk being of a similar age had been a pal to him for some time. He had the notion they would become friends in time. Despite his odd qualities the man was a good soul, one he could count on for friendship.
Colin the skunk was new to the town, having arrived after his aunt died. Seeing that his family had no money he had to travel from the small farm he called his home to find work. He saw the two before him as his friends. He had only known them for a few months but their companionship was all that kept him going.
Sitting on the far side of the small table the two gave him their greetings and the bear opened his short hairy muzzle. "What is it Colin." He said with a smile.
The fat skunk smiled his drunken smile as he lovingly handled his glass as if wondering if he should have himself a sip. Without much thought he decided for the drink and almost emptied the contents into his fat belly. He had always been the friendly sort. People who knew him if asked would describe him as simply nice, extremely nice. That is when they were through with making fun of his shakes. No one knew why he shook like that but according to gossip it was related to something that happened to him as a child.
That very moment the skunk was drunker then a room full of sailors returning to land after a year's journey, in fact he made quite the sight as he added some gentle swaying to his already obvious shakes. Any man could see the crimson of his face, even through his black and white coloring.
"I had a premonition." The skunk whispered in his drunken voice the happiness at seeing them fading quickly.
"Ah." The bear replied.
Ferin felt himself worry for his friend. It wasn't usual for him to be so very drunk so early. He had been known to have premonitions but they never came true. He merely thought they were some of his many eccentricities. Despite his visions being inaccurate they had often proven vivid and disturbing, hearing about the violent ones second hand made the fox feel queasy. So it did not surprise him if Colin was terrified of the images in his head. Other visions he had were merely entertaining and the skunk was most often inclined to share those.
The fat skunk didn't say any more and even with their beckoning he did not open his mouth on the subject again. Bear and fox both guessed it must have been a bad one this time, their worried eyes watching the sorry looking man.
Seeing his mate in obvious pain despite his trying to drown it in alcohol the fox felt he should say something. He didn't have time to say anything as a lovely female in a simple apron stepped in on their table.
"Hi guys. What can I get you tonight?" The cat said, her beautiful almond eyes on them with interest. The young fox imagined that smile was for him, feeling her eyes on him.
"Two beers please!" Mardy growled. He never took much liking to the young woman, feeling she was aloof. Being the friendly sort he did little to express that view.
She was gone before the fox could utter a word, her long tail held high.
Striking his nails on the table he sighed.
"If you like her then say something." The bear said, reading his mind.
The fox ignored that comment hoping against hope the feline had not heard his words. Carrying a small tray in her nimble hands the young woman was surprisingly quick about it. She smiled at them as she placed a cold beer in front of them both.
"I was wondering." Ferin started.
He didn't get a chance to finish his comment as the feline walked away, seemingly ignoring him, leaving the poor young man feeling the fool.
Why he even tried was beyond him. What if what you really wanted were to happen? He asked himself. Would he be able to remove his shirt. Would he have the guts to reveal himself to her. I would have to show her my chest! Something he might not be able to do. She might want to touch it. He felt less of a man. All because of what happened when he was a child and the results which he had to live with.
"Don't worry about it Ferin. You have to be more assertive. I couldn't even hear that squawk you call a voice. Don't say I was wondering and don't be so shy about it. Women don't like the nice guys. Take it from the old bear he knows."
Ferin knew that in a way the bear was right. However he really thought she was a kind girl herself so who knew. He had even talked to her on some rare occasions and she was always friendly enough.
"Oh Leila likes them bad." The skunk said his voice by now slurred and vague. Neither of the two paid him much attention.
The single beer the bear ordered lasted the fox throughout the evening and finally when it ran out he settled on a glass of water. The three of them talked about every going on in the small village. Despite there not being much to talk about they kept at it until after midnight when the fox decided he had enough. Pulling himself to his feet he waved his hand to Mardy as the big man dragged himself through the door, heading for his small home not far away. Turning towards the skunk he said. "Are you not going home?" The skunk merely shook his head. "Not yet, going to sit for a while."
Leaving the skunk to his drink the young fox headed upstairs to the welcoming warmth of his small room upstairs.
Lost in thought the skunk sat alone. He worried about Ferin. He knew the premonition would not come true. They never did. This one however disturbed him in a whole new way. He never used to have a vision of anyone he knew.
Tomorrow Ferin would die!
* * * * *
Waking to the sun shining through his small window the first person the fox saw was the small mouse that ran the inn. His whiskers were in a knot and he seemed bothered by something.
Ferin rubbed at his tired eyes, yawning loudly as he came too.
"I don't know what you did this time but the foreman wants to see you!" The mouse blurted out. He was the type that always seemed busy and this was probably something he saw as beneath him, serving the role of the messenger.
The young fox moved slowly as he reached for his clothes, slipping on a worn black shirt. The finest he had. He was still groggy as he struggled to pull on his dark-blue pants, the sleep in his eyes heavy.
"He said right away. Hurry now" The mouse said as he fled down the narrow stairs.
Wondering what this was all about the fox quickly ran downstairs. He only took a few minutes to wash himself the best he could in the small water bowl provided by the barmaid.
The disgusting old otter probably heard some of his comments the day before he guessed. Although strange that he would call him in during the weekend.
The mouse and his waiter were busy at the tables when Ferin finished. He felt clean and ready to face whatever it was the foreman wanted of him.
"Morning Ferin." The cat said with a smile as she poured more water into the cleaning bowl. He smiled back.
"Someone told me you supposedly had to report to the main hall inside the mansion!" She said with that signature twinkle to her eyes, the one he loved so much.
Feeling better by the short chatter he had with the young female the fox made his way towards the doorway. He gave her another glance, hoping for another smile as he opened the door, sadly she was preoccupied cleaning a table.
The sun hit him full in the face as he turned around, stepping outside into the empty gravel road. No one could be seen but in a short while people would be milling about. The day proofed warmer then yesterday but time would only tell if the temperature stayed the same.
"Ferin!" The high pitched duo sounded behind him after a mere few steps. Turning around he laughed at the cubs, he knew their uncle would not be happy when they returned. Both of them were brown from head to toe, covered in mud and all he could see of them were the cute little yellow eyes and occasional spot of white fur. "We need help." They echoed, seemingly upset by the look on their brown faces.
Mia and her sister Lea had often been up to mischief before and today was no different.
Somehow managing to hold his chuckle he bent down at his knees. "What's wrong kids?" He asked, trying his best to ignore the urge to pet their heads. They were filthy to say the least.
"Our kite is stuck in a tree." One of the mud balls replied. He had no idea which one it was. "It wasn't my fault!" The same one continued only to be rudely interrupted by the other. "Well it wasn't mine!" She yipped.
"Now girls don't argue!" He scolded them in his gentle way. Resting his hand on his knee he stroked at the back of his head. Ferin had to hurry towards his meeting, whatever it was about but he never could say no to those two.
"Please will you help us Ferin. Pretty please." This time they were like one as four yellow eyes set in heads relatively large for their bodies watched him expectantly.
He scowled at the two but his smile lurked underneath as he got back up. The two were jumping and celebrating before the ok even fell from his lips. Before he knew his hands were caked in dirt as the cubs hurriedly pulled on them, eager to get to their kite.
"You two sure the kite isn't stuck in a mud puddle." He asked.
Giggling, the small vixens pulled him behind. "No our kite is in a tree in mud puddle. We fall out of tree." They replied in their immature dialog.
The tree was not far of but the fox could understand why the two were dirty as they were. All around the limber tree, the ground was one brown puddle. Spying the muddy marks up the tree base he chuckled as he imagined the two tumbling down, no wonder they were caked in the stuff.
Not bothering to lift the hem of his pants Ferin slowly made his way towards the hanging kite, the going slow as his feet were partially sucked into the deep mud.
He had no difficulty reaching for that kite, not even bothering with stretching himself, merely reaching up and grabbing the yellow owl shaped kite. Judging the limited wind he wasn't all that surprised they had managed to get it stuck up there.
"Now keep away from the trees guys." He told them as he passed them the hand crafted toy. They shouldn't have a problem with that after being told, seeing there were a handful of trees littered around the same area, a small clearing if so it could be called.
The two gave him wide innocent smiles and a flash of sharp white teeth. "Aren't you gonna play too. We're gonna catch a cloud!"
Ferin Chuckled. "Oh are you now!"
"Yes with our kite!" One of them replied, confused by his disbelieve.
"Oh I'm sorry I would love to. It's just that I have to go see my boss." The fox told the disappointed youngsters. "But I'll be back later, and I'll come and help you catch a cloud!"
The smiles returned in full force and the two ran off shouting their hoorays to the sunny day. The yellow paper kite fluttered through the air, hot on their tails as they disappeared over a gentle slope.
Ferin was left alone with a big smile on his lips, those two always left one behind when he caught up with them. People might be growing tired of their pranks but he always loved their playful antics. He turned around and backtracked the other way. Realizing he was late he did not think much of it. Who cared if the foreman became annoyed, it was Saturday, supposedly his day of. He had no duty to the job. He liked to delude himself, he did not live in such a world. The young fox did not hurry at all as he slowly made his way towards the mansion, his pale blue eyes alight with the joy those two brought him. They were like his sisters in a way. Lighting a cigarette he did not think this day would turn out to be so bad after all.
Finding the mansion seemingly empty Ferin could not help himself as his eyes widened with surprise. He had never been so close before and the marvels before him were even greater then the ones of his most vivid imagination. Everything he had seen so many times before but further away just seemed so wonderful up close. Eyeing the inner gate surrounding the building and the small private garden he wondered how he would get in. Should he open the gate? His thoughts were soon answered. He quickly threw his fag down and made his decision.
The garden gate was left ajar and obviously he was meant to use it. Taking the hint for what it was he stepped onto the soft grass, grimacing to himself as the gate creaked on its hinges. He found himself gaping as he slowly edged towards the main door.
The garden seemed like something he read about in books. The grass was green and smooth, obviously cared for regularly. All along the ivory fence were plants and flowers of all kinds, a bush growing from the wall and around the corner of the fence, hiding a small part of the yard from sight. One particular plant caught his attention, a long winding vine that enveloped the whole length of the wall; it spread out into many small tendrils all along the surface. He had never seen anything like it.
Looking over his shoulder he saw the wooden table and chairs. The surface was empty for the moment safe for a linen cloth. He imagined it bearing a great many feasts. Beyond anything he could ever afford, or even dream about.
On each side of the door the gentle gray of the stone was new, as if built yesterday. The smooth looking tree door had glass inlaid in numerous small panels of varying colors. The windows had glass as well he noted, finding himself envying the lady for affording such luxury. The doorway fused with two marvelous pillars on each side. Both were shaped like beautiful vixens in light ropes that clung tightly to their forms, bound only by slim cotton cords at the middle. He wondered if roues looked like that.
His shaking hand reached for the doorknob, made of pure gold. Closing his eyes he was not sure if he should enter or knock at the hard surface. Laughing quietly to himself he wondered if something might break were he to knock. He tried pushing gently against it, but the door would not move.
Pulling himself back together, shaking his head and taking a deep breath the young fox knocked on the smooth wood, avoiding the glass. Feeling silly as nothing happened Ferin reached his hand into his pocket. He felt at ease when he touched the cloth within. He gained strength from the assurance it was there. What in the world did the foreman want with him inside the mansion?
He quickly pulled his hand out as suddenly the door moved.
Nervously he watched the door open and the person answering the door surprised him! Standing in the doorway was a female wolf, naked above the waist, wearing only a loincloth.
The young fox felt his naivety hit him in the head and no words came to his mouth. He only stood there and averted his eyes, catching a glance at her perk breasts. They looked perfect as the wolf did herself. She was about his age and arousing to the eyes. She was ebon from head to toe and for a moment he thought it was the lady herself, not the old hag would look like that. The beautiful fox was wearing a simple white-collar around her neck.
"It's one of the slaves you fool!" He said to himself in his mind, forcing himself to look her in the eyes and keep them away from her well shaped chest. It took some effort to meet them, feeling inclined to avert them again he blushed. He felt himself disliking the old lady even more. The wolf in front of him had every much right as he did or her owner. Society did not see it that way. Treating the slaves like that was wrong, not even bothering with proper clothes. Probably costs too much. He thought with a silent snicker, his contempt rising. The female looked him over quickly, her face staying the same, neutral and bland. She stepped aside and motioned towards the huge entry hall inside. "The Mistress awaits you!"
Ferin felt his eyes go wide as yet another surprise was flung his way. He had been told he was to meet the foreman. Why would the aged Lady of the house want to see him? Perhaps this time he had really done it!
The beautiful woman stepped to the side, her long tail hanging down her smooth legs. She held onto the doorknob and the fox felt inclined to move inside.
The door closing behind him he looked around the large hall amazed as before. How do they build something like this! He marveled at the size.
Crimson tapestries marked each side of a staircase leading up to the main hall where wonderful paintings lined the wall. Two large flowerpots domineered the bottom where large plants framed the path. The floor felt warm as he removed his shoes, feeling guilty by the mud he left on the shiny marble floor.
He followed the shapely wolf up the stairs, the female walking several steps in front of him. He felt his member stir in his pants as he watched the seductive sway of those naked hips. She was so achingly beautiful. The fox shook his head, rubbing at his forehead he forced himself to think about something else.
The carpet they walked on after climbing the stairs was just the thing to distract him. They reached the top as his eyes scanned over the huge hall. This was just too much he thought. The whole village he lived in could have fitted in there. Well almost. The room was lit with sunlight coming from the large skylight window in the ceiling. The golden crimson lined rays revealing the detailed textures of the rich looking carpet.
There were no doorways or exits safe one large door, not as grand as the one he just came in but to his eyes magnificent nonetheless. They arrived at something that could only be described as a waiting hall, a small room by the mansions standards and compared with the hall they just left but much larger then the hovel he lived in.
"Please wait here." She told him before taking the door in front of them. It was one of four doors, all the same design. The wood was dark of color and yet the surface smooth. She was quickly gone, leaving the fox feeling small and confused.
At first he just stood there, holding his hands together, playing his fingers against one another. He was frightened to touch anything. Not there was much in there to touch, the room was almost bare. The only thing he could do to keep himself occupied was survey his surroundings. He did so with much pleasure, all the curious notions in his head having the time of their life.
The room did not have much to offer compared with what he had seen that day and yet it did not stop to amaze him. The room was floored with simple ebon gray tiles that felt strangely warm to the touch. Curling his naked toes, it felt good. The pads on the bottom of his feet felt nice as he rubbed them gently into the heat. His eyes wandered over to a small table behind him, slightly to the side. Besides the door they just came through the table had no obvious use, its surface was empty. Above the table was a hook with a set of keys held together by a wide steel ring. He grew tired of this after awhile and turned toward the large yet simple flowerpot resting in one corner, a long serpent like dragon curled around its surface, the eyes glowing. The walls held smaller paintings then the ones outside but they looked beautiful just the same.
The only company he had as he waited were the thoughts racing through his head as he wondered why the lady herself would want to meet him. He was a mere laborer, the lowest cast there was. She was a noble and who knew how high she was in society. Judging by the house she must have been somewhere at the top.
The half naked wolf returned before long much to the foxes relieve. Calling him with her finger he followed her through the door from which she came.
The fox was curious as ever as they entered an even larger room then before, a hall that made the previous one look small in comparison. This place is almost a castle! He thought as his wandering eyes took in the sight.
A large door was set in the wall right in front of his eyes, to either side were two large pillars worked into the same women he saw outside the mansion, wearing the same cotton ropes. On each side of the luxurious door and the framing pillars were set of stairs which both curved inwards and ending at the same floor above. High above the second floor was cut of with a fine crafted ivory fence rail which started at the bottom of each staircase. One would probably not survive a fall from up their without getting seriously injured, therefore the crafted rail. A slim dark red-carpet made its way towards the door, disappearing underneath.
Ferin followed the wolf, both walking on the rich looking carpet. He felt silly, feeling as if he was being brought before the king himself.
The wolf put her hand on the smooth wood, making her way inside with the fox on her heels. The door did not make a sound as it opened silently on its well oiled hinges.
The carpet continued uninterrupted into the room, only stopping at a trio of small steps. The room itself was large but nothing like the halls he had seen before. It was almost empty safe six statues of the same females yet again that framed the extended shape of the room, three on each side. A large crystal chandelier lit the room, hanging from the center of the ceiling. A comfortable looking chair dominated the pedestal, the three small steps leading up to it. A figure was sitting in it. His eyes were drawn towards a collar sitting on a white cloth upon a small simple one legged table beside the chair. Mus have been hers he supposed.
The wolf placed her slender legs one in front of the other as she climbed the gentle stairs towards the pedestal, her alluring naked hips swaying seductively the long tail following her naked butt. She did not utter a word as she took her place beside the figure in the chair. Leaning down she kneeled on the floor, the firm breasts swaying gently with each motion.
The woman sitting in the high imposing chair stroked at her head as she gazed down at the confused fox.
This was no old lady! She was strikingly beautiful. This vixen was something the young man only saw in his dreams, a creature he did not think belonged to this world, everything about her was divine. She looked older then him but not by many years. Her face was striking and her violet eyes shined with far greater wisdom then one her ages should have. Something about her struck him as out of place. Her every subtle movement and the way she carried herself spoke of years beyond her looks. The beautiful face watched him and the young fox felt the confidence behind her gaze. He felt small before her presence.
The outfit she was wearing was like nothing he had seen before and it startled him. He felt the crimson tug at his cheeks and the embarrassing heat engulfed his face. Ferin blushed red in his face. The regal vixen was wearing thin rubber like material. It seemed like a single piece that covered the front of her body, the material hugging her body so tight and so close he could see every contour and detail of her perfectly shaped body. The flimsy cloth hugged her body tightly, pulled apart by many black cords that ran behind her back, stretching the material tight against her body. He could see her well shaped nipples strain against it and the whole shape of her breasts was clear as day through the black that covered it. She might as well have been wearing nothing at all. Her midsection was shaped and firm before the eyes, the light from the chandelier catching on the curves of her trained abdominal muscles. She was wearing stockings of the same flimsy material on her crossed legs. Her slender hands wore the same, reaching up to her elbows. Seeing this dark material made the wolf realize that her fur was in fact dark grey rather then black.
Ferin felt himself water at the mouth. Surprised by the reaction for never had he seen a woman of such beauty before. The wolf beside her had been one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen before. In fact had he not seen this striking vixen he would have sworn the wolf was the most beautiful he knew. This vixen outshone the wolf by far.
The vixens perfect face was framed by long crimson hair that flowed with a life of its own as it traveled down her achingly well shaped body. Each tendril cast back the light it caught as a smile formed on her lips. Everything about her was ebon, dark as the clothes she wore, her hair a deep red, dark as the rest of her.
The fox felt his blush growing, his eyes seemingly caught on the beautiful vixen. He was surprised by her choice of clothing and wondered why she would dress like that, to what purpose. He felt his excitement growing despite his effort to contain it. Those two were simply a package of lust that drove his eyes crazy with visual contentment.
The Woman and her slave saw the nervous reaction he displayed and both sensed his growing excitement over their bodies. The vixen turned her violet eyes on the wolf as the smile on her muzzle grew. Before long it turned to a small chuckle. "Greetings Ferin." She said.
Confused and more then eager to know more the fox wondered how or why she knew his name. Embarrassed to be the focus of her attention he averted his eyes to the side, unable to meet her gaze for long. With question growing inside him, wondering what she wanted with him he steeled himself to look her in the eyes. "I thought I was here to see the foreman." He replied.
"Where are your manners boy?" She spoke, her voice calm and level as a small amused scowl formed on her muzzle. She seemed demanding and entertained at the same time.
Boy? Ferin was confused by her particular choice of words. He let it slip as he realized his improper form before her. Nothing inside wanted to lick up to this person. Despite her extraordinary looks of beauty he somehow doubted she was the same inside. No person who owned slaves and wealth like her could. Despite his feelings he felt like agreeing to her will.
"Forgive me my lady." He started, feeling like a complete fool as he did the best version of a bow he possible could. His movements were awkward and he was obviously not good at it.
Both women smiled their widest as they watched his reaction. The vixen was slowly stroking her fingers through the wolf's hair as she smiled down at the young fox. "Oh he is so cute Donnil. I know I will enjoy breaking this one." She said after turning her gaze back to the wolf who nodded back. The vixens violet eyes turned towards the fox again and this time she did not smile.
"What are you talking about." He asked.
"Come closer little one!" She replied. Her voice firm and commanding, something told him she was not asking. Somehow he did not feel like approaching this woman yet something inside him was drawn to her. Something about her called to a dark place inside him, other parts of him were shaking with discreet fear for no reason. Her choice of words disturbed him.
Little one! What did she mean by that. Part of him wanted to think she used the phrase as something pointed towards his being a commoner. Another part felt the fear of its meaning, of what she wanted. "I thought I was here to see the foreman." He managed to whimper out as he realized how much more imposing she seemed closer up.
"You will not speak unless spoken to!" She said in a louder voice, the meaning behind it clear as her tone deepened. The wolf at her side watching him with curious eyes, a smile was running over her face.
"What are you talking about. You may be a noble and all that but you don't have any say over me." He said, anger building inside him. Ferin thought himself correct in his assumptions of her, she obviously felt herself his better.
The vixen laughed at his words, the melodious voice sounding throughout the large room. She got up from her place on the chair, the crimson hair flowing down her shapely body. She approached him her violet eyes on him with a fire burning the young fox had never seen before.
He averted his eyes when he saw the vixens naked sex, the dress she was wearing, if a dress it could be called only reached down to her lower stomach where it abruptly stopped. Everything below that was naked and the vixen was wearing no undergarments. This woman was surely crazy, strutting around like that in the erotic outfit, with her privates revealed to a total stranger. She did not seem bother by it at all. The dress she wore was just a single piece of this rubbery cloth which was strung to her body by the tight cords, coming short of covering her most sensitive area.
Ferin stood his ground as the vixen came all the way up to his face. She was tall this woman, as tall as the fox himself and he had never been short. He felt uncomfortable by her nearness and the sweet lilac scent that fell on his nose. She smelled every bit as wonderful as she looked. He wanted to move away from her but forced himself to remain still for just a little bit more. "I don't know what you want from me but I'm leaving now!" He said, having had more then enough of this nonsense.
He could not move. Somehow it felt as if his legs were glued to the floor and would not obey his commands. He saw the hand flying at his face and then felt the stinging pain. Feeling the tears forcing their way down his cheeks the fox rubbed at his burning cheek, staring at the smiling vixen. For some reason she looked amused. Turning his eyes towards the ground he blushed deeper, feeling humiliated by the slap, wondering what he had done to deserve it.
She smiled and placed her smooth silken hand on his cheeks, pushing his own aside. Stroking his cheek gently the vixen smiled at him. "I contacted the local magistrate. He was forthcoming and when I showed him the money the transaction was complete. You are now officially my property!" She purred to him.
This woman was a roue. He could not believe it but it had to be, it was the only explanation for his inability to lift his feet, they were the only ones capable of such feats. Magic, it had to be magic.
"I am no one's property!" He replied. He would never be owned.
Her hand felt gentle on his cheek despite everything. Expecting her answer the fox yipped in fear as pain erupted from her hand and into his cheek, she moved it back and forth and it felt as if she left fire in its trail. Startled the fox jumped backwards only to forget about the enchantment the vixen put upon him. He stumbled backwards, the bottoms of his shoes not moving as he fell down straight onto his rear, his feet still planted where they were.
The overwhelming pain Ferin had just survived coursed through his system in memory, his eyes wide, he sobbed in fear. All his confidence and pose gone by his awkward tumble the young fox curled up against his knees, hiding his face from her.
"Bring the collar Donnil." The Lady ordered.
The fox was close to hysteria from the fear he was feeling and the realization there was nothing he could have done to escape his fate. He tried lifting his legs again and again and despite all his best efforts nothing happened.
He felt her hands on his shoulders and all he could do was try to huddle even tighter in on himself, trying his best to make this horrible nightmare go away. For some reason against all odds the vixen proved stronger then the fox. He cursed her witchcraft and his helplessness as she pushed him down on the ground, his back flat and his knees in the air, his soles still glued to the ground. Feeling her weight on him and the wonderful scent that followed her, the fox could do nothing as she straddled his middle. Her naked lips pressed into the fabric of his shirt as her dark thighs settled on each side of his body. He felt helpless and alone as all hope fled him. He turned his face to the side, his eyes escaping the cruel collar meant for him. He did not like her so close to his chest. He tried everything to throw the light vixen of and despite his greater strength he felt weakened by her magic.
The wolf appeared beside the vixen the black collar in her hands. The Mistress took it from her.
She slowly placed it around his neck, ignoring his sobs and pleas as the metal buckle fastened in the middle, the material somehow fusing together; the metal melting down into the leather till nothing remained. No trace of any seams.
"Now slave." She purred. "You belong to me!" She continued as she moved backwards her hips pressing against his thighs, his feet loose again. She came all the way down to his chest her body pressing against his much to his displeasure. She was so close, he felt himself draw into himself in fear as he realized his secret would be out soon.
Her naked back writhed as she kissed at his neck, cooing to him as a mother might to a child. The palm of her hand was against his cheek, the terrified fox waiting for another eruption of flame along his cheek. It did not come. She merely stroked him tenderly as she whispered into his ear. "Don't be afraid little one. Just be a good boy and you won't be harmed. Make your mistress happy."
Sitting up once more the beautiful vixen stretched her sexy body with sensual movements, the show obviously for his benefits. Her violet eyes were on him, her desire for the young fox alive within. She ran her fingers along the contours of her firm stomach, leading his eyes down to her naked sex. Raising her hips for him she gave a perfect view. Spreading the petals of her pussy he could see the moisture forming. Moving her hands back up she pressed her perfect breasts together, the perk nipples straining against the material of her latex dress.
"Please just let me go." The fox pleaded. He was terrified of her opening up his shirt. He would have loved to do everything she wanted of him as long as she just staid away from his chest.
The vixen looked calm as she leaned down to his face again, her sensual lips mere inches from his own. Her breath smelt fresh and just as erotic as all other parts of the woman. He grimaced as her breasts pressed into his chest again, the touch reminding him of what lay below.
"Please lady!" He begged.
She pressed her thumb into his windpipe, putting some of her weight on it as her hand started slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt.
His lack of air took second place to the fact that the vixen was violating his privacy and what he had been hiding for so many years, what made him ugly. He struggled fiercely against the vixen as she loosened the buttons one by one, his struggle only intensifying as he started running out of air.
The vixens breath was hot on his ear the whole time and for some reason he felt it quicken as he struggled against her. She licked gently at his ear, her tongue wet against him as she once more whispered to him. "You will address me as Mistress from here on Ferin." She said with a warning tone.
She ripped the rest of his shirt open and the hideous scar on his chest was open to the world. He started crying into the vixens shoulder, utterly humiliated, reduced to an emotional wreck. The vixen did not move her head the whole time, kissing and licking at his neck and ear. "Your scar is not ugly Ferin. You are not ugly. It was not your fault!" She cooed.
His teary red eyes opened wide at her comment. He managed to whimper his question in his weak voice. "How did you know?" He asked.
The vixens tender hand ran it's palm against his chest, making the shy fox jump and writhe with discomfort. The same fire as before coursed through his chest but much milder this time as the stricken fox cried out his pain. "I told you pet. Mistress............" She dragged the word on her lips, turning a cruel word into a sensual one with the erotic whisper of her voice.
"Yes Mistress." He whimpered and the pain soon subsided
"Now slave. You will please your Mistress with that tongue of yours!" She purred.
"Ok." He whispered, feeling his face turn red at the thought. The fox had no other choice, completely helpless and not fond of trying that painful hand of hers again.
The vixen gave him a look of displeasure.
"Mistress." He quickly added.
She came up to his eyes level, her finger tracing against his lips. She smiled down at him. "Good boy."
The painfully sexy vixen raised herself up again, her red hair flowing all over his face as she pulled herself forward. Placing her thighs on either side of his head her naked sex hovered just above his head and he had a clear view of it. The thing was alluring to the eyes, the perfect pink of her folds partially hidden by the ebon gray lips of her sex. He felt her arousal on his nose, her scent musky and sweet. The inner lips reminded the fox of a rose and how the tender petals huddled together, they were so beautiful. She lowered herself down to his face, her pussy pressing against his mouth. "Now lick me." She said in a sensual voice.
The fox wasn't really keen on doing it but feeling her hand against his chest as she arched her back was warning enough, her claws tracing his scar. He had never done anything like that before so he did the most simple thing he could think of. He touched his tongue tentatively against her sex, smacking his lips at the taste. The vixen tasted divine. The fox hungrily arched his neck, his nose hitting her clit as his tongue ran up down her lips.
The vixen moaned at his administrations, her back arching even more, pushing her groin even harder against Ferins face. Her face had a crimson hue to it as she waved her finger to the wolf who till now had stood silently to the side. "Oh he certainly likes to lick." She whimpered.
"Donnil suck his cock." She commanded of the half naked she wolf.
The foxes cock was already hard and begging for attention and had been so for a while now. Ferin could not contain his excitement at the Mistresses words as he licked with abandon at the price between her legs. He felt his cock painfully straining against the fabric of his pants.
Female hands were shortly at his groin and he felt her fingers tug at his pants, lowering them to his knees. The fresh air hit his member as it erupted from underneath its prison, ten inches of throbbing canine cock. His pre cum already soiled the inside of his pants and slowly flowed from the head of his penis.
He moaned into the vixens pussy as warmth engulfed his cock and an able hand stroked the bottom of it into the hot mouth. He felt himself throbbing inside her mouth, straining his muscles and releasing his pre cum into the waiting muzzle. The vixens own juices were floating in his mouth as he furiously licked at her pussy.
The vixen grinned down at the wolf as she bobbed her head up and down on the large cock, her mouth full with his juices. From time to time the wolf would swallow his semen, the vixen shuddering with pleasure at the sounds. She loved watching the slave perform sexual acts on others, one of her kinks. This lovely sight along with the innocent fox licking her pussy was surely driving her towards a long awaited climax.
"Lick from the middle and up my clit. Do that again and again, the same." She purred to the fox, her voice shaking from her moans. She was close to coming and wanted the slave to know how to give it to her. She lifted his head against her groin, pressing him to her as she stroked the wolfs head with her free hand. "Ah yes that's a good boy." She cooed to him as he did as he was told. His movements were eager but clumsy but she knew he would learn.
The wolf lifted her head slightly against the pressure of her owners hand, her pleading grey eyes on the other female. "Please Mistress can I masturbate?" She asked as she continued to move her fist up and down against Ferins cock.
"The vixen turned her pleasure stricken face towards the wolf, the look on the slaves face sinking in. The poor pet was pleasure starved by the pleading looks on her face. The Mistress chuckled at her property her taunting voice like melody through the room. "Beg for it Donnil!" She said.
"Please Mistress. I beg you. Please......." The wolf pleaded, her voice trailing of on a cue of desire at the end.
"And what is it exactly you want to do little one?" She asked with an evil sneer on her full lips.
"Please Mistress I want to finger myself till I come. I want to stroke my fingers against my clit and press them inside. I want to pleasure myself for you Mistress so you can watch and revel in my humiliation." The slave cried to the dominant vixen.
The vixen stroked her palm over the beautiful cheek of the female wolf as she grinded her hips against the foxes tongue, her violet eyes lighting up with sensual desire. "Very well. You may pleasure yourself but I will share that breath you so often expel as you come. Just make sure to make that fox come as well. I want him trained."
The wolf almost sighed with pleasure as she leaned into kiss her owner, her chin tilted to the side as she gave her Mistress full access to her mouth. The vixens tongue pressed greedily inside, firmly pressing against her own. She pushed her dark hair to the side as her hand slipped discreetly between her legs, her fingers already at the wetness between her legs and soon she started moaning into her owners mouth. She quickened her motions on the fox, her hand slipping up and down his cock, her grip tighter then before as she straddled his legs.
Ferin was feeling pleasures he had never before. He did his best to comply to the vixens pleasure but felt it harder and harder as the wolf jerked him of with her hand. The pleasures she was bringing him with every stroke of her hand was driving him crazy, he felt like he would shoot his load anytime now.
The vixen sensed the young fox lacking at his task and knew that he was getting close, he had lasted remarkably long for his first time, the vixen happily noted. Since this was his first time and she had been impatient with him she would allow him his climax this time.
"You can come when your ready Donnil but I want you to swallow his cum first! She ordered.
The wolf obediently bent down to his crotch, breaking the kiss reluctantly. She slowly pushed her lips over that cock again, quickly regaining the tempo she had before, bobbing her head up and down on his shivering member. She ran her tongue against his sensitive underside, waiting for his semen to flood her mouth.
Ferin moaned loudly into his Mistresses pussy as he felt the most powerful orgasm he ever had. His cock jumped and throbbed inside the wolfs mouth, his semen rushing out into her open gullet.
Donnil arched her back and closed her eyes as she did her best to contain and swallow the river that erupted into her muzzle. Her throat worked hard as she swallowed stream after stream of his cum as it came. She moaned around his member, her tongue swimming in his seed as she fingered herself furiously.
The vixen stroked Donnils head, her fingers tracing over the canine ears that were laid against the wolfs head. She moaned herself as she shivered in a small orgasm, feeling the main one coming. Sensing the wolf so close to her own the vixen leaned back and grabbed the wolf by the nape of the neck.
The female slave did not have to guess at the vixens intentions, coming up to meet her hungry mouth. Donnil submitted to her Mistresses maw again, the vixens tongue diving in again. The Mistress moaned at the foxes licking, tasting him inside the wolfs head as she fast approach her climax. "You can come now my pet." She whispered into her mouth.
Donnil shook and shivered as the pleasure coursed through her body. For a time she balanced herself against the vixens mouth, clinging to it with dear life as she breathed her climax into it, sharing her orgasm with her owner.
"Oh yes boy that's it!" The vixen whimpered as her body shook with fulfillment, her claws clenched gently into the foxes chest, the poor young man jumping slightly, startled. Her free hand squeezed the wolfs breast firmly, her fingers playing with her nipple. She could taste the foxes cum in her mouth as the two licked furiously at each other, lost in their climaxes.
The fox was dumbfounded when his mouth was suddenly filled with sweet tasting nectar as the vixen writhed on top of him. Feeling fulfilled himself he did his best to swallow all that came, finding no other option since the vixen literally sat on his face, grinding her pussy down onto his mouth.
The room fell silent after awhile. The three settling down as their shocked bodies returned to normal.
The vixen kissed the wolf again, this time her touch sweeter and gentle, stroking the almost naked wolf, trailing her lips against her neck. "Good Donnil. Good Girl." She said before turning scooting her behind further down the foxes body, his face free again. The Mistress leaned down, lying on top of his sweaty body, her own sweat mixing with his as she whispered into his ear, her hand fondling at his cock. "Good boy." She said and kissed his cheek with surprising tenderness. This same tenderness was soon gone as her eyes became hard. "Now Ferin. Your misbehavior today is understandable due to the circumstances and they won't be forgotten. However you did well in pleasing me and that wont be forgotten either." She said to him.
The vixen pressed her finger between his collar and his neck, her hand at his chest, the blunt claws running gently against his scar. "You are now my property fox and no one can safe you or help you. This is a fact that you have to live with. From now on your dead to the world!
Story By and owned by Snudur.
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