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Chapter Fourteen

"Strugglings"

By

Furry Sith Lord

I expected my father to start yelling and screaming as he reacted to the bargain I proposed. I had hoped he would find it reasonable and agree to it but his change in countenance made me realize other wards. He stood there in an uncomfortable silence watching me as I squirmed under his gaze.

"Let me get this straight, so you think I'm going to unreasonably punish you and stop you from going to see the Power Fur Rangers which will stop your brother from going also and you think if you bribe me then I'll at least let your brother go, correct?"

"Well..." when he said it like that I could understand why he was angry with me although I was thinking more about Lyon than myself and wanted him to see them no matter what. I was willing to sacrifice myself for my brother to ensure his happiness. What I should have known was that even for a deer he was a lot craftier and he had changed the rules before I even realized it.

"I'm just begging you to let Lyon see his heroes and to not punish him because you punish me." I fell to my knees and clasped my paws together and I held them shaking towards him pleading with him.

"Tyger, Stand up! We do not beg!" he scolded me and grabbed one of my arms as he raised me to my feet. "As to your bargain, you must think so little of me to even propose it."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"To think that I would intentionally try to rob you of a reward you've worked hard for, shows how petty you think I am." Father replied indignantly.

"Well you punish me once a week practically for no reason! I'll admit I deserved to be punished when I went into your garden. I can even understand you punishing me for that time I was unfairly put into Time Out by Mr. Jon. But lately everything I do gets me a scolding or a 3 day punishment. I bet you're ready to punish me now because I'm willing to sacrifice myself to keep Lyon from getting punished."

"I reject your offer!" he yelled at me then composed himself before continuing. "I'll make this deal with you, I'm gonna keep my punishment because right now I don't want to see you. However with your dad out doing his 'thing' and me punished I need someone to make sure everything runs smoothly. I'll leave you in charge to see if you can handle things but should you run into trouble you may disturb me to settle matters and I won't punish you for asking for help. I will make sure Lyon can go to the Con no matter what and if you also do an exemplary job of running things I'll ensure you go also. You both still need to get 100s on that test per your teacher's condition so should either of you fail, then you will not be allowed to go. So I'd suggest you both study the best you can for it. Deal?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"You reject my offer?" he replied coolly.

"Yes! I'll accept it if you tell the stork maid to come to me with any questions or problems, because she kinda runs the other servants, that way I'll be better able to see that things go smoothly. Lastly you still need to tuck Lyon in at night. Just because you're punished doesn't mean you get out of your responsibilities." I told him but I couldn't help but look down at my feet because I figured he'd reject my offer.

"You are a shrewd negotiator! I accept your terms if you accept my bargain." he replied as he stared at me and I felt like he was seeing through me. I felt like even though I had changed his bargain a bit he was still claiming the upper hand. At this point if it made him do what I wanted I was willing to let it go that way.

"Deal." I replied and he nodded.

"Oh, which reminds me. Since you are in charge don't forget to get up on time and wake your brother. Both of you still need to attend classes that way you will outshine the other students when you actually go to school." he then went off to find the maid as I returned to study with Lyon and had a funny feeling about all this. I couldn't put my paw on it but he was up to something.

Leggo's head hurt as he slowly awoke and his vision was blurry. It was slowly clearing as his soundings came into focus and he became aware that he was tied to a chair. He felt a muzzle on his maw preventing him from speaking. He struggled a bit just to see how tight the ropes were. He found that unlike how Lou tied him up, these bonds seemed to be inescapable.

"Mhhhhhhh." he moaned as he struggled to try and break the ropes but they only painfully dug into his skin. He tried to shift the chair and try to get it to topple but it was bolted to the floor. Guess they had anticipated him trying to topple over then try to break the chair so that the ropes came loose. He remained still to let his vision finish clearing and hoped to come up with a plan once he could see where he was.

He was in a small bare room that only had the chair he was tied to but nothing else. The only door that stood towards his front looked to be made of metal and had a door level instead of a door knob. There were no windows and bright halogen bulbs were fixed into the ceiling.

His first thought was to try and shout out but as he remembered the events before he woke up here he realized shouting would do no good and he'd have to wait for his captors to come when they were ready.

He sat there helpless for what seemed like hours until finally the Fake Fox entered wearing a bathrobe. He was carrying a folded camping chair and set it up in front of Leggo as he nonchalantly watched him.

"I can't believe how cold I get without my fur. Is it the same for you also?" he asked and Leggo just ignored him. "Ah come on, don't be like that, after all we're almost brothers. We're both grey wolves!" Leggo turned his gaze to look at the lights on the ceiling. He caught a glimmer of movement then the muzzle he wore was removed.

"There, that's better, now we can have a real conversation." The Fake Fox replied and took Leggo's face in his hands and tried to gently make Leggo look at him. When he resisted the Fake Fox then forced him and grabbed the scruff of his neck and Leggo felt powerless to resist.

"So how long have you been a security officer?" he asked. He was still ignored then the Fake Fox leaned in close. "Listen to me Leggo, you know how easy it was for us to capture you! If you don't start cooperating then I will personally break into your husband's mansion, decapitate the cubs, and bring their heads here to give you as a present. Do you understand me?" The Fake Fox screamed and Leggo looked at him with his eyes blaring in hatred.

"I understand." Leggo said as drool was coming out of his mouth as he stared at the Fake Fox in absolute hatred. Even looking at him bound and helpless the Fake Fox feared him.

"How long have you been a security officer?"

"Four years." Leggo said dryly.

"Have you ever tried to join the police or the Fur Bureau of Investigations?"

"I tried the police but could never pass the test."

"I see. My company found your agility and prowess to be impressive. We want to offer you a job to work for us. You join us and it's a bump up in pay and you can fight evil, which is what you've always loved. We'll even replace your cubs with a new tiger and lion that are regular colored so they will be accepted into society."

"My sons are NOT for sale!" Leggo shouted at him and he backed his chair up a bit.

"I don't think you understand, my department deals with rare white furs and puts them away so that they can never cause panic or disrupt society. We are going to abduct them and bring them here. We will administer a shot and they will painlessly fall asleep and never wake up. Agree to join us and we'll let you hold them in their last moments so they know your love before they pass." The Fake Fox tried to make his voice soothing But Leggo was immediately enraged and tried to break free.

"You better make sure I never get outta here because I have your scent and I'll hunt you no matter where you go! Everyone in here I'll find and rip your fuckin throats out!!!!!!!" Leggo screamed and he was trying to bite the ropes across his chest and the Fake Fox forced the muzzle back on him.

"RRHHHHHHPPPPPHRRRMMMMM." Leggo continued to try shouting despite being muzzled.

"Everything is in place to have them delivered to us. I'll give you a chance to cool down and think it over. Either way those cubs are gonna die but they can die scared and alone or they can die in your arms feeling your love for them one last time. The choice is yours." The Fake Fox rose and folded up his chair. Leggo rocked back and forth trying to break the steel chair and the Fake Fox quickly left the room.

The doberman leaned against the wall as the Fake Fox exited the room.

"He's all fired up, we may need to tranq him to get him to calm down again." The Fake Fox replied.

"The way he cried like a little bitch when we shaved him... who knew he could be so spirited."

"At this point, why not train those cubs to be assassins to kill other rare white furs. We could use that to keep the wolf on a leash and under our control. Plus they might be able to root out the other missing white furs we've been looking for."

"We had an agent named Bear and we trained him to do just that. He suddenly turns on us and has a secret underground city where he collects white furs, whether rare or not. He's trying to create an army to fulfill the book's prophecy. We need blood thirsty agents like that wolf in there to help us take Bear and his ilk down. We can't have those cubs feeling sympathetic to their cause and joining them.

Once he sees his cubs die his mind will snap and we can turn him towards killing all the white furs out there. I hope he joins us naturally but if not we'll break him and brainwash him into our puppet."

"I dunno,"

"Is he scaring you?" the doberman asked with his voice trying to suppress a chuckle.

"Did you see him in there? When he said he had my scent and was gonna hunt me... I tell you I believe it, the look in his eyes was no lie."

Jon stood in his kitchen with the door of his fridge open as he stared at the plate of wrapped chocolate brownies. His emotions left him confused on how he should handle things. He was finding it harder and harder to deliver the cubs to the doberman and the latest plot was pushing him to eat the brownies in order to commit suicide.

He figured he could both break the hold of the C.I.Z.A. had on him and stop their cubnapping plot by ending his own life. He contemplated calling to tell Lou about the plot so he could take steps to thawt any future attempts. Lou would definitely know what to do but if left up to Leggo, he would make a mess of it.

He thought that he would eat the brownies the day before because there was no way he could deliver them to the doberman. He saw online that the brownies should kill him in around 12 hours. The only thing he was not sure of was how painful it would be? The last thing he wanted was to be his final hours in pain and suffering waiting to die. He was weak when it came to pain and he'd probably start howling and alert someone and they'd save him ruining the attempt.

He grabbed a beer and went to drink and watch some television. The cap popped off with a soft metal clang and he heard some bubbles fizz then he took a drink. The taste was always gross at first like dirty gym socks being shoved into his maw but he quickly became used to it and each sip became easier. He could slowly feel it relax him as he searched the channels for something to watch.

The thing he liked about beer and wine was the watered down taste to it and unlike whiskey and other stronger drinks, that made him feel revulsion, these did not. By his 3rd or 4th sip the taste no longer bothered him.

"Breaking news at this hour, the infamous White Fox has been captured as we have video from police." Jon watched as a white fox grabbed another one that looked identical to the first. The smaller fox laid the larger on the ground and placed a set of pawcuffs on him tying his hands behind his back.

"Police set up a decoy to lure the fox out and he was quickly tranquilized then arrested. He was immediately transported to a holding cell where he awaits his trial." a female fox wearing a brown suit that complimented her fur said.

"Due to the recent terrorist activities he has been involved with and him injuring several officers trying to arrest him. The prosecution is calling for the death penalty." a grey colored bat replied and Jon was mesmerized by his large pointy ears sticking out. The story held no interest for him until there was an interview with the doberman and he sat right up and leaned in close to the TV.

"Sir, can you tell us what happened tonight?" a female skunk asked and her blouse was low cut revealing her cleavage slightly. Although skunks are said to b e stinky because they can spray you when they are angry, the opposite is true and many smell really nice. Even the doberman leaned next to her to either get a view of her hidden gems or to smell her perfume.

"Following an intense investigation we have found that the White Fox has been using his robbery as a means to cover terrorist activities. He hoped to keep the police distracted while his actual goals were left uninvestigated.

He has been previously thwarted from blowing up a nuclear power plant so I cannot stress how dangerous he is. We have emails that show a connection with the White Citadel as well as," the doberman said calmly.

"Let me interrupt you for a second, can you tell our viewers what the White Citadel is?" she asked and the doberman calmly leaned in closer to her and Jon saw the look on her face.

"A former agent that worked for C.I.Z.A. which is a polar bear has been gathering rare white fur animals trying to form an army to overthrow the governments. This bear wants to bring about the destruction mentioned in that book warning about the dangers of rare white fur species." The doberman replied and lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

"So you believe that the White Fox is a member of that group?" she reiterated.

"Absolutely! Which is why we caution the public to beware of rare white fur species because there could be some involvement with the White Citadel. The public can rest assured that we are doing everything to bring them to justice.

I also want to point out that a very powerful corporation has been secretly funding the White Citadel and we are looking to try and shut them down. We ask that if anyone has any information to please report it immediately." The doberman cautioned and Jon skeptically listened trying to unravel his message for any codes mixed in. The doberman was telling the public too much information so there must be some ulterior motive.

The other problem was this supposed White Citadel! It sounded like a safe haven for species that had rare white fur but the doberman may be trying to build up a bias against it in order to get it shut down. If he could stir up the public enough it would create fear and allow him to carry out his nefarious plans. It was now obvious that the doberman had no real intentions of protecting the public but he seemed to be after power.

Leggo was still bound and gagged to the chair as a black doberman sat in a chair in front of him and turned off the television he brought in with him. Leggo heard the news cast that played but mostly kept his focus on the dog and stared at him with his eyes full of hatred.

"How did you like my performance?" The doberman asked him patiently. Leggo just stared as drool dripped from the muzzle he wore but he made no action or sound to reply.

"If I remove that," the doberman pointed to the muzzle. "Can we talk like adults?" The muzzle was removed and Leggo used his tongue to wipe up the extra drool that soaked the fur around his maw but he continued to glare at the doberman.

"Now be honest, I can take it. What did you think?" Leggo continued to glare but remained silent. "Does that mean you liked it? My momma always said I should be an actor because I'm so talented." he laughed to himself. "I understand, I really do because you're in a difficult predicament. He already warned you that we'll hurt your cubs if you aren't on your best behavior but we are going to kill them anyway once your friend Jon delivers them to us."

"Jon?!" Leggo said to himself wondering how he was involved in all this.

"Oh that's right you don't know do you. We've been blackmailing him in order to get him to deliver your cubs to us. It was the only way we could get close to them but I find blackmail so distasteful. Like you, for instance, I'd much rather have you work for us of your own free will. Better agents join us freely but the blackmailed ones never work out like they should.

I know you're hurting... and I get it. But one day you'll see! You'll understand why we do what we do and you'll thank me. The big thing I need to impress upon you is that when those two little pass, you'll want them to be in your paws. Let you be the last thing they see and they get the love you have for them rather than the cold stares my agents would give.

"I'm taking this, you won't need it. You're in a cell in one of our facilities. No matter how much you yell and scream no one is going to do anything about it." The doberman took the muzzle and stuffed it into a pocket then walked around Leggo and untied him. Leggo felt stunned as the ropes fell off him and the doberman walked back in front of him. Taking a pair of pawcuffs out of his pocket.

"Put your paws in front of you, come on, I'm gonna cuff you for transport. I'll bring you to a room with a bed so you can get some rest." Leggo reluctantly held out his paws and they were cuffed then the doberman took out a much larger pair and put them on his feet. He was hoisted to his feet and while the doberman held his arm he was led to another room a few doors away from this one. The hallway was as empty as his room except it was filled with multiple iron doors like the one the old room had.

He was led to his new cell and the doberman made him sit on the bed then removed his cuffs. The Fake Fox stood at the door keeping guard with his arms folded across his chest.

"He's finally calmed down?" the Fake Fox asked.

"He's a good boy and once this is all over with I think teaming him up with you will make you both a great team." the doberman replied and he reached out to pet Leggo's head. He cringed from the touch but allowed it.

"It will be a pleasure working with you." The Fake Fox answered.

"It will be my pleasure ripping out your throat just to see the color you bleed. Not to mention my pleasure to do the same to your pet doggie here too. Don't think for a second you have me neutered because I'm forced to cooperate for the moment. When I get you in my paws I'll make sure you bleed as painfully as possible." Leggo smiled and the doberman chuckled to himself. The smile faded from the Fake Fox as he stood upright with concern spread across his face.

"That's the kinda spirit I like to see," the doberman laughed, then he used his paw to rub Leggo's groin. "Of course if you don't behave yourself then you will find that these have been cut off, understand?" The doberman squeezed his balls as hard as he could but Leggo never flinched. He refused to acknowledge the pain and give the doberman the satisfaction of causing him pain. He just stared at him, locking his eyes and letting the hatred he felt show. He wished he could project it into the dog as if it were a weapon. The doberman briefly caressed his groin again and rose.

"Since you're gonna be here with us for a while, why don't you make yourself a little bit more comfortable. There is a shower in the corner," he pointed to one corner of the room that had a handle in the wall and a drain in the floor. "Don't expect a curtain but you're monitored 24/7 so you can forget about modesty here. I'll have fresh clothes brought in and you must be hungry by now so I'll have a snack delivered." The doberman replied.

"I could use an apology." The Fake Fox retorted.

"Go fuck yourself, loser." Leggo replied. The fur on his neck was bristling although he was trying to remain calm. He did not want to jeopardize his chances of seeing his kids one last time in case he was unable to escape, however he was only going to allow himself to be pushed but so far.

"That sounds like an apology to me." the doberman mocked.

"I'm good." replied the Fake Fox then the doberman reached out with his paw and grabbed Leggo by his snout.

"One more thing and keep this between us. The reason I wanted you to see the news story was that the company I spoke about is your husband's. The Antler's Conglomerate, I think it's called. I could have cub porn uploaded into the computers and then have your husband arrested as a cubophile. Do you know what they do in prison to cubophiles?! Imagine putting him in an all predator prison, they'd eat him alive." the doberman threatened and Leggo was shaking as he resisted the urge to attack the dog.

"I'm...sorry." Leggo finally said, trying to force the words out. He could only think of his husband and his sons because without them he would not be so easily tamed. The dog mentioned something about acting and he would act the part but he made a promise in his heart that he would not rest until he killed these two.

"I liked the first one better." the Fake Fox replied. They both laughed as they left the room and the door locked with a heavy click. Leggo sat on the bed fuming as he observed his surroundings trying to think of a way to escape.

A plain solid grey set of clothes was delivered to him. The had a small white tag with blacked numbers written on it on the right upper breast side as well as on the back. There was also a plain white pair of briefs and although not really to his liking they were better than nothing he guessed. He washed and dressed after a tray of prison like food was delivered then he laid down and slept. Thinking of all the ways he could kill the dog and the Fake Fox.

"Father," I said softly as I entered his bedroom and he had been sitting with his hooves covering his face on his bed. He abruptly turned and looked at me and his eyes appeared red as if he had been crying.

"Yes?" he replied his voice betraying no sign of emotion but I could smell the sadness of his scent.

"Uncle Jon is on the telephone and he's asking to speak to you and only you."

"Has your dad returned yet?"

"No father he has not." I replied and I felt my presents here was an intrusion to him. It felt like I was the one making him sad and I wanted to run out of here as fast as I could.

"Thank you, I'll go to my office and take it then return here." he replied and rose from the bed.

"You.. don't have to. I think this punishment has gone on long enough and it's not even necessary.... I think this has gotten way outta hand and I said... things I'm not proud of and feel really bad about. Father, can we start over?" I asked.

"I'd like that, but first I need to see what Uncle Jon wants," he replied.

To Be Continued...