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Chapter Two

"My Brother and Me"

By

Furry Sith Lord

I learned the hard way that being a slave is not fun and it is one lesson I never knew a cub would be taught. I came to learn I was wrong about a lot of things back then. I learned this was not a dream because even in my old age I have not woken from it. I learned family is not only by blood because the blood tigers I was born into never cared a scrap about me.

The grey wolf told me to call him Ol' One Eye and he was the one to teach me how to be a slave so that our master wouldn't yell or beat me. Most of the time we were locked in our cages so there was plenty of time for him to tell me stuff.

Master Fox, because I really never knew his real name, mostly ignored us and came to find out he had a son that usually sat in the truck until it was time to us slaves food. He was almost a full adult but seeing how his father talked to him you may never know it. He was treated almost the same as wse were except he was not locked in a cage all day, not forced to wear a collar, and he wore clothes like I used to.

I learned pretty quick the first day how much to eat and drink. We were given scraps Master Fox's son made but we had enough that we were not starving. The problem was that we were not given regular bathroom breaks so if you ate or drank too much you'd mess yourself. We were only allowed out when it was time to eat and only then could we try and find a spot to go potty. That first day I was so embarrassed that I would try and hold it in as long as I could then when I could no longer stand it, I'd wet myself and the shame as I sat there in a wet loincloth and hoped no one would make fun of me. At least One Eye pretended to not notice but gave encouraging words like "Next time, don't drink so much."

One Eye soon ran out of things to teach me and he just became more and more silent. Occasionally we would pick up new slaves and then after some would be sold. We were slowly traveling around and some days we would just sit in the same place. One day someone bought One Eye and although I hoped he'd ask his new master to buy me too, the last thing he said to me was "Good luck kid." That was the last time I had seen him.

The other slaves that came and went into the cages next to me were not always as nice. A number of them tried to get me to take off my loin cloth for some reason saying they wanted to see me in my fur. One told me I smell like piss and needed my diaper changed. A couple told me to lick myself as he watched even though we were able to wash before we went to sleep. Master Fox made sure we were clean because he grumbled a dirty slave won't sell for much.

A couple of them told me to kill myself because I had unnatural white fur. One Eye had told me the story about the rare white animals and why we were hated. That at least helped me understand why that adult tiger had sold me.

That first night I was crying too much and because it was getting on One Eye's nerves he told me the story to shut me up. I leaned against my bars and his big wolf hands reached in my cage and he rubbed my head until I fell asleep. He kept telling me I needed to toughen up and I gradually learned to stop crying like a cub.

He told me many things like he never had pups of his own. He had a mate but the pups she gave birth to smelled funny to him and he thought she had mated with another wolf. She denied it but he just was not sure and finally one day after he felt like everything had gone wrong he just snapped and killed her and her pups.

He was caught and sold as a slave for punishment although he told me he never regretted the act.

"My boy there are some things you just don't do. Sleeping with another wolf after your hands have been tied is one of them. Second only to giving birth to another wolf's pups and lying about them belonging to her husband." he told me. Master Fox heard him and sauntered over to add his opinion to the story.

"Seems to me that if they weren't yours then she wouldn't have tried to stop you." he replied with a sneer. One Eye just ignored him and commented to me.

"How do two grey wolves give birth to pups with brown fur?" he asked me as he sneered back to Master Fox as he walked away.

"How do two orange tigers give birth to a cub with white fur?" I asked him as I thought about it a second. He gave me a queer look and went silent. I thought he was mad at me but when he started talking to me later on, I felt better.

A few days after One Eye had been finally sold I met my brother for the first time. We had been driving for a while and finally we stopped but it was not meal time so we just sat in our cages and waited to see what was going to happen.

A lion approached having a thick and well trimmed mane. He looked well off and maybe he was an alpha to his pride because of the suit he wore. He was holding a leash in his hand and pulled something behind him but I could not see what it was.

"Yes, you there... a fox are you?" he said, his voice definitely sounding as if he were from a royal family.

"Yessir. How may I help one such as... well I'll be." Master Fox said but he quickly saw something of interest as he saw what was attached to the leash. The lion gave a strong pull and I saw a white lion cub being attached to the end of the leash.

The cub was about as old as I was and he had a red collar on but he was only in his fur. He looked as embarrassed as I was that first time I was forced to strip down for Master Fox. I had learned about red collars from One Eye but never knew leashes could be attached or what their purpose was. I saw him frantically grasping where the leash was attached to his collar and struggling as if he thought if he could pull the leash free then the collar would go as well.

I felt a tiny pang of hope because if this lion had bought a slave with special fur, like myself, then maybe he would buy me and I could be free from here. Sure I'd still be a slave but at least I'd be with someone like myself that had the same curse I did. Even being put on a leash would give a little more freedom than this cage did.

"Wow you must be father of the year. I mean I had this tiger sell me his son that was the same color of yours. He tricked his kid into coming to me so I got to nab him without any difficulty. When he brings his son to the kid is fully clothed and you'd almost expect to see toys and a backpack with him as if they were on a family outing." Master Fox at one point turned and pointed his finger at me and they all turned to look in my direction. Something about the gesture was unsettling and I backed up against the bars as much as I could. The young lion looked at me still terrified and tears forming in his eyes. The adult lion merely looked at me unimpressed and as if he were bored with the whole affair. Master Fox looked at me still pointing and he winked one of his eyes.

"But you are a different story altogether! You strip and collar your own kid and drag him here on a leash. I'm doing you a favor taking him off your hands and to think I'd haggle like I did with that kid's dad." They had turned away from me again and I found I was trying to creep closer to find out how this drama would play out. I knew the adult wasn't going to buy me but watching the young one I was almost seeing what had happened to me when the adult tiger sold me.

"You sir may have him for half the price we agreed upon." the adult lion replied emotionless and I saw Master Fox shake but I was not sure if it was out of glee or surprise, maybe both.

"Half?"

"I just want to be rid of it. It was never about money. But I'd be a fool to just kill it and not get a little something out of it." The adult lion replied still emotionless and I could feel my heckles raising because something about his calmness and demeanor was eerie.

Master Fox unhooked the leashed then quickly opened the collar and refastened it then pressed his thumb against the clasp.

"You will obey me." Master Fox said. The adult held out his paw and looked annoyed as he waited to be paid. Master Fox counted out the money and the lion turned and walked away. The young lion stood there looking helpless as his new master walked away and returned with a loincloth for him to wear.

He led the new slave to the empty cage next to mind and placed him inside. The young lion was shivering as he held the loincloth in his paws and crawled in the cage still in nothing but his fur. I saw the tears roll down his face but he never made a sound.

"Bloody father of the year that one was." Master Fox said to himself as he walked away leaving the two of us alone.

"Hey, hey kid. Need me to teach you how to put that on?" I asked him as he remained frozen in the cell. By this time Master Fox started up his pickup truck and we were moving again. Luckily the remaining slaves were in the cages towards the back end giving us some privacy. I can't really explain it but I think I was feeling what Ol' One Eye was feeling when I first arrived.

He wiped his eyes then shook his head saying yes. I motioned for him to come next to me and I took the garment and placed it on him then showed him how to tie it in place. He just watched in fear and everytime my paws touched his fur he shook as if he expected me to hurt him.

"Relax kid, you and me are the same. My...um... adult sold me too," I said and tried smiling but the fear in his eyes had him paralyzed. "I'm Tyger... what's your name?"

"..... Lyon" He said finally as he looked at me as if wondering if I was going to hurt him or not.

"Well Lyon the white lion, I am Tyger the white tiger and as of this moment you and I are brothers!" I said and I winked at him the way I saw Master Fox wink at me. It calmed him down a little but I knew what he was going through so I calmly spoke to him and told him almost the same struff One Eye had told me. The rare times we are let out of the cages I made sure to stay close to him and we even held hands to build a bond between us. I originally just told him we were brothers because I thought it might calm him and get him to trust me more. As things progressed even I was starting to believe it myself as we got better acquainted. Before either of us knew what had happened we were brothers and that's how we saw each other. As brothers, not as a white lion and a white tiger.

I've been a slave longer than him and taught him how to be a slave so it's with great pride that I announce that I am the older brother. As near as we can tell I am a couple of weeks older than him but anyway only our former adults would know for sure. I merely put my paw down and decided that I was the big brother and Lyon just decided to go with it. He was still very shaken up about his adult selling him like that.

He eventually told me what it was like before he was sold. His male adult was a career alpha politician and they were very wealthy. His male adult wanted to increase the size of his pride and gain more power in the process so he married Lyon's female adult. Both seemed very snobbish in my opinion. He was meant to be the child to unite the two prides and had his fur been the color of normal lions, he would probably have grown up as a spoiled rich cub.

He also confided that his real name isn't Lyon but White Disaster. His adult male named him that after they first saw white fur covering him instead of the normal color he should have been. The name he was given was to further the shame his parents felt about how he was born. He probably would have been killed at birth but like the adult name said he wanted to make some money off him before abandoning him. His adult name was really greedy it seemed.

On the day he was sold he was busy watching his favorite television show "Go Go Power Fur Rangers" a show I also loved and it later on gave us more to talk about. He was busy drawing then as the show was on when the adult male crept in and put the red collar on him. The adult started to yell at him about what an embarrassment he was and how he brought shame to their family name. The adult then used his claws to rip the clothes he was wearing and then attached the leash and started to drag him to the slavers. The adult had figured he was old enough to be sold and was glad to be rid of him.

When I asked him his name he decided he no longer wanted to be known as White Disaster so he chose Lyon which was the name of one of his favorite Fur Rangers. The more I thought about it I guessed my adults called me Tyger because they did not want to give me a name in which they would become attached to me. I was beginning to learn that not all parents were good and while the adults I once had were abominable when I look at Lyon's adults I realize they were worse than mine.

A red deer sat at a desk in the house and he tugged to undo the tie he wore. His sharp eyes stared watching the grey wolf that slouched before him on the opposite side. The wolf nervously stood there with his ears turned downward and even though the deer was prey, he unconsciously felt good to have the upper hand on a predator. Being prey had placed him at a disadvantage even though he was considered an alpha among his peers. He knew if provoked the wolf could easily jump over the desk as he lunged and easily subdue the deer. The wolf would never do this because they had known each other long enough but some instincts were hard to overcome.

The wolf stood there in a multicolored tee shirt and torn jeans and his bashful expression was just him trying to think of a way to convince the deer to see things his way. Ideally he was trying to act in their best interest and when they had last discussed this both had come to the sane conclusion. Yet the dee was more reserved and logical and would not simply act on his emotions unlike him. He knew he was impulsive and rash at times but no matter how much the deer berated him he was not the fool the deer said he was.

The two of them had their paw and hoof tied a few years ago and even though they were husbands and loved each other, because the deer was from a wealthy family he tended to extend that to their relationship. It was not to say that the deer was not a passionate lover, but their opposite personalities tended to put them at odds with each other. The wolf feared harming the deer and tended to take a subservient position in the relationship as well as in their love making.

The deer was the alpha of his own company while the wolf worked security as was able to be laid back concerning things. He knew the pressure the deer faced and his way of helping was not to add anymore stress than what he already faced.

"I really don't understand why this is so important to you." the deer said and his expression softened as he looked at the wolf's face. He saw the fear and uncertainty as his ears were bent and his tail hung limply behind him. The wolf flinched as he asked the question and he suddenly regretted asking because he feared he may have pushed things too far.

"...because I love you and I want to start a family with you. Why can't we?" the wolf replied and the deer sighed and he leaned back and put his feet up on the desk.

"Probably because we are both male." he said trying to keep his resolve but the more he looked at his partner he felt it continue to diminish.

"That's why I want to do this! We can try it out and if everything works then we'll have a family." the wolf said.

"You really think buying a slave and we will come to love it one day and then we'll convert them into our child?" the deer asked.

"That's the thing, they sell cubs so we can get one and save it from being abused by a cruel master. We can give it a loving home and one day raise it as a child of our own." the wolf replied.

"Leggo, I understand you want to do this but wouldn't it be easier just to have someone give us their unwanted child?"

"But either way we're getting a slave. This way we can get one in which you won't have to change their diapers, Lou." Leggo said and his ears picked up a bit as he saw the look on Lou's face. He knew the deer would not want to deal with diapers. He was more than willing to change them himself but Lou always accused him of not doing anything right and he would take the job himself. He would claim the diapers needed to be changed the right way and he was the only one to do that. Leggo knew this would cause Lou to fall in love with it and that was what Lou was afraid of more. He was afraid of loving someone other than his husband!

"Think of the hero that would make you. You saved a young cub from a life of misery and torture. Maybe one day you would inspire people to stop selling their kids but find a better way to get them families. You could be the first to start an adoption center where young cubs are not viewed as unwanted." Leggo said and his ears pointed straight up and he began to wag his tail slightly. He knew from the look on Lou's face was softening and he knew he was getting him to see reason. Even when Lou put down his feet and turned away from looking at him, Leggo knew he was winning the argument.

"If there was a way to start one of those centers and not have it turn into a slave camp then believe me I would." Lou said, still not looking at the wolf. Leggo had his tail wagging happily and Lou could hear him panting as if he were a dog.

"Stop being a puppy!" Lou shouted at him but he knew it was too late and even if Leggo replied that he would, the deer knew better. Leggo would act like a puppy no matter what. He sighed and guessed that was what he loved about him.

"Let's go right now." Leggo replied.

"Not until you change your clothes. We are not going with you dressed as a homeless one off the streets. The cub will never respect you as a master if you look like that." Lou said. He folded his arms across his chest as if to prove he was not going to budge on his condition. He actually had no idea where they would find a cub to buy and rather than appear weak because he didn't know while Leggo was changing he would look it up on the internet.

"No ripped jeans?" Leggo asked, his voice holding a tiny bit of sadness as his ears drooped slightly.

"And change that shirt. We are not going to buy a cub with you looking like you spilled paint all over your fur." Lou replied. Leggo ran off towards their bedroom and Lou could hear him searching the bureau for a new outfit.

Lou began searching his computer to find any slavers posting that they had cubs for sale. The very thing turned his stomach and while there were pictures online of cub slaves, he could find nothing nearby. He found a site that had a slaver on the outset of the city they lived next to. Lou and Leggo lived in a mansion that was just outside the city and they had easy access to their jobs as well as the stores they might need. Rather than hiring servants to clean the place or owning slaves to do it for them, Lou hired a cleaning service to maintain the inside and the outside of his mansion.

"How's this?" Leggo said as he ran into the room wearing a dark blue pair of jeans and a grey tee shirt that had a wolf sitting on his haunches and a speech bubble above his head had the letters "OWO" inside it. Lou never understood what that meant but figured it must mean the wolf was howling. The color was kind of gaudy against his natural grey and white fur on his chest. It was Leggo's favorite shirt so he could not fault him too much but he did wish the laundry service would.... accidentally lose it one day. A shame every time he tried to find the same one in a different color, it could never be found.

"That's fine. Now I found a spot nearby that has slavers listed with cubs for sale. When we get there you let me do all the talking. Slavers are shrewd business men and I don't need you making things difficult for us."

"Don't worry I don't mind you being on top." Leggo replied as his tail was wagging rapidly again. Lou sighed again because no matter how much a puppy grows up it still acts like a puppy.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lou said and his ears bent back to show his annoyance but Leggo was unaware.

"I'm used to you being on top and me on the bottom. I don't mind because if it gives you even the slightest bit of pleasure that you give me then it's all worth it." Leggo replied and Lou grabbed his face and they kissed. He may be a puppy but I love him anyway, Lou thought as they kissed.

Master Fox's son was cleaning up the dishes and cooking gear when he heard his father cursing at his cell phone.

"Da, what are you up about now?" he asked although honestly he could care less.

"Just got a text. We have buyers on the way looking to buy a cub."

"So?"

"So?? I only got those white two right now and they've been stinking in their cages all day. If I had more notice I could wash them up a bit... maybe even color their fur. By the time they figure out what we've done we'd be long gone by now." Master Fox said while his son rolled his eyes.

"I got sum dish water left over. Why don't we use that to give them a rub down?"

"Naw I don't wanna hear the other slaves complaining." Master Fox replied.

"What other slaves? We only got two adults and two cubs. Our next shipment is in three days. Just tell those last two fools to shut their maws."

"Naw, why waste good dish water on them when the buyers will take one look, see that they're white and leave as fast as they can. It's not worth it at this point." Master Fox said and his son shrugged and finished his task.

"Still don't get why I gotta do all this and they're the slaves."

"Because my boy I don't want their filthy paws touching anything near me. Infecting me with their germs. Course if it makes you feel better I'd sell you to those buyers if they made me an offer." Master Fox said and he smiled evilly but his son stared at him with hatred in his eyes. It was not the first time his father had told him that but he never could really tell if he was playing or being honest.

We were standing next to our cages waiting for the master to lock ujp back inside but he seemed to be taking his time as he spoke to his son. Lyon stood close and tried to use his body to hide the fact he was still holding my paw. The last few days his courage had returned somewhat but I knew he was merely trying to put on a brave face. I felt the same way yet having my brother next to me made things more bearable.

I was not sure what but judging by the way Master Fox and his son were talking I knew something was up. I couldn't hear what they were saying but the way their body language seemed and the delay to put us into our cages made me feel uneasy.

Something big was coming and I had no idea what it was going to be...

To Be Continued...