You Get What You Pay For
Toby stood on the platform, overlooking the crowd of both females and males. He despised having to wear little more than his swimming trunks, but his brother said that it was the best way to get purchased. He didn't want to be purchased, but his brother said it was for the best. He looked out over the crowd, his name being called to come forward for the public to view. He stared at starng faces, wonderng what they wanted to buy him for. The auctioneer had said it was just to do yard work, clean around their homes, etc. The auctioneed, an elderly tiger male said, "Do I hear fifty dollars for this fine specimen of fennic fox? Do I hear one hundred?"
Toby just stood there, a fox of thirteen being sold off by his brother's idea of charity work. He shouldn't be here, he wasn't over twenty-one. His brother knew the guy in charge of the auction though, so that didn't matter. As the bid raised to two hundred and fifty dollars, he folded back his tall ears. His soft tan and cream fur ruffled in the wind, his body exposed except for what the blue swimming trunks covered. When the gavel of teh auctioneer came down, Toby was sold for a grand total of three hundred dollars even. As a part of the joke, a collar and leash were placed around his neck and the end of the leash was handed to a large rabbit. The rabbit then led Toby away, back to his waiting car and whatever task he wanted him to do.
Inside the rabbit's car, a black Buick with a maroon interior, Toby was given a shirt to put on. It was nothing special, just a little grey T-shirt. He was a little unhappy that it barely covered his stomach, and he could not lift his arms at all unless he wished his stomach to show. He sat quietly, wondering what his parents would say if they came back from their trip and found out that his brother had sold him. They were out of town for the entire week, and would not be back for five days still. Toby set his ears back on his head, looking down at his naked feet. His paw pads were cold, but the floor of the car was warm enough that it hardly bothered him.
"What is the matter young fox?" the rabbit said. He still had Toby's leash in hand, or rather around his wrist, and was driving the car.
"Nothing," Toby said. As his stomach growled rather loudly, he said softly, "I guess I am just hungry."
"Well," the rabbit said, "I will see what I can do about that when we get to my house. In the mean time, you might want to take that brush on the seat next to you and straighten out the fur on your tail. You need to look presentable if you are going to work for me."
Toby, not saying a word, took a small red bresh from next to him and began to run it through the bushy fur of his tail. He did not see the point, it looked fine. His brother had ensured that he was cleaned as well as a fox could be before taking him to the auction. He had even stood and watched Toby shower, just to make sure that he didn't just step out and leave the water running.
After about an hour, part of which was spent driving back roads, the Buick pulled up in front of a large house, two-stories and made of red brick. It was not quite a mansion, but it was nicer than any house Toby had ever seen.
"You live here?" the fennic fox asked, looking up in awe at where he was to reside until six o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
"Yes," the rabbit said, "it is my summer home." He opened his door and then opened Toby's door to allow him out. "Your room is at the top of the stairs, first door on the right. Just relax and I will bring you some food soon. There is a surprise for you on the nightstand. Now then, I will be up shortly. Go." He then unhooked the leash from Toby's collar, allowing the fox to run up to the main door.
The inside was decorated with pictures and a few trophies, but otherwise seemed insignificant compared to the outside of the house. Toby thought it odd, looking around the room, that there were so many couches. In fact, there were three. Two on either side fo the main door, and one just before the stairs. Toby shrugged his shoulders and walked up stairs, finding the door to his room unlocked. The room was nice, sort of small all things considered, but Toby still loved the massive bed in room. He ran over and jumped up on it, finding the mattress so soft that he actually sank into it a bit.
Remembering the rabbit's words of a gift, he looked over at the night stand, wonering what his gift might be. Finding a small blue collar, this one with a silver tag that bore his name on it, Toby decided to try it on. It was a gift, he could not refuse it. Taking off the brown leather collar around his neck, he slipped the blue one on. It was a bit snug, but rather comfortable. He walked over to a mirror, admiring his appearance. Finding the shirt to make the collar not look as good, he stripped it off and dropped it on the floor, leaving him in only his trunks. He smiled, enjoying the way he looked in the mirror.
Not long after, the rabbit returned with a small plate and a glass. It was a grilled cheese sandwich, accompanied by a glass of milk. Toby took the plate and took a bite of the sandwich. It tasted a bit odd, but he guessed it must have been the cheese was better or something. He then drank some of the milk, it too a bit odd to the taste, yet familiar. When he had finished, he felt a little dizzy.
"Enjoy the food?" the rabbit asked, smiling and petting Toby on his head. He started to make his way down, down the little foxes back and toward his tail. "I know that you are only thirteen, your brother called me and told me. It is okay, I won't tell. You are actually perfect for the job I have for you."
"What's that?" Toby said, feeling very sleepy all of a sudden. It didn't occur to him that the rabbit's hand was moving down his back, nor when the rabbit began to pull down his shorts.
"Just lay back," the rabbit said, "and you will find out." As Toby did what he commanded, the rabbit slid the young fox's trunks down and past his feet, throwing them across the room. He looked at Toby as he began to shut his eyes. "I hope you liked the milk, it was a combination of fox milk and my own. The sandwich was made with fox milk cheese, along with a topping of mine and a few other male's milk. Now then, what does your milk taste like?"
"What do you mean? I don't have milk," Toby said, drifting off to sleep. As he fell asleep, he was not aware that the rabbit had spread his knees, not aware that the rabbit gently rubbed his sheath and sack until his cock became hard, was not aware that the rabbit was beginning to lap at his erect cock, the rabbit holding the glass from the milk under the fennic fox's length. Not aware that his first ejaculation was being collected for his supper. He was not aware that the rabbit milked him four times, filling the glass only half way full.
That night, as Toby slept off the drugs he had been given, the rabbit milked him periodically. After a few years of experience, he had learned several ways of ensuring the highest quality "milk" that a fox could produce. In all, he had milked over fourty-five males, most of which were either purchased or were simply gay furs that he talked into coming back to his home.
After filling a glass bottle near to the brim, the rabbit started to leave. Suddenly, a moan from the fox kit casued him to turn back around. By the rabbit's sheer luck, the fennic fox had rolled over on his stomach and let his legs fall over the side of the bed. Placing the glass bottle on the nightstand, the rabbit could not help but take advantage of the young kit's conditon a bit more.
Walking over to the drugged fox, the rabbit removed his shirt, throwing it over by the fox's swim trunks. He then unfastened his belt, allowing his pants to fall to the ground by his paws. Removing the boxers that made up the remainder of his attire, the rabbit crawled onto the bed by the fennic fox. He began to stroke his sheath, his cock sliding out after only seconds. He then placed it near the fox kit's muzzle, prodding it inside.
Toby, unaware of his actions, began suckling on the rabbit's tender pink flesh, the taste of the rabbit's pre filling his mouth. Swallowing the bitter seed, Toby merely dreamed about every happy dream he could.
When the kit had lubed him up enough, the rabbit removed his cock from the young muzzle. Sliding back off the bed, he stood behind the fox, admiring his gently swaying tail. Moving the bushy tail out of his way, the rabbit examined the virgin ass before him. Smiling, knowing that even the pain of being raped would not wake the fox from his drugged sleep, the rabbit pressing the tip of his slick cock against the fox's tight pink hole. Grabbing ahold of the fox's oversized ears, the rabbit thrust into the young ass as hard as he could, planting eight of his nine inches into the no longer virgin tail.
As he fucked the young fox, ramming his tail as hard as he could, the rabbit almost regretted having to send him home. No matter, he would still be able to savor his milk for a short time, or freeze it like he had done for the many males that come before him. Giving one final thrust and hilting against the fox's ass, the rabbit groaned as his orgasm sent wave after wave of his seed into the fox.
Slipping out his meat, the rabbit walked over to the nearby dresser. Opening the top drawer, he removed an old rag, yellowed by the semen that it had cleaned in the past. After cleaning the fox, and drinking a bit of the fox's milk straight from the source, the rabbit walked oiut of the room. He returned with a polaroid camera and snapped a picture of the fox's face, full body, and then erect cock. THe rabbit then left, taking the glass bottle and storing it in his fridge.
The next morning, after the fox had awoken from his drug induced slumber, he became awae that he was nude. It did not surprise him, for he typically slept this way anyhow. Walking downstairs, not thinking to redress, the fox walked into the kitchen off the living room. He sat down, the sleeping pills having his mind in such a cloud that he was not yet aware that the rabbit was naked, nor that he was rubbing his erect cock over a bowl of raw eggs. He was not awae that he was nude, nor was he aware that his ass still ached slightly from the rabbit's visit.
After a few minutes, the rabbit placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Toby, his cock still erect. Taking adavantage of the fox's drugged thoughts, he placed his erection right next to the fox's muzzle.
"Now, be a good fox and suck on that," the rabbit said.
Toby did as he was told and took the rabbit meat into his muzzle. In only minutes, he was rewarded with a mouthful of rabbit seed.
An hour later, Toby was dressed and waiting for his brother. He was unable to remember much of the previous night, though he did taste an odd taste in his mouth. He wore only the swimming trunks, the ones he had arrived in, and waited outside with the rabbit.
After the fox had been picked up by his brother, the rabbit went back inside. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A glass bottle with the words MILK printed on it rested on the top shelf, though milk was not its contents. The rabbit smiled and closed the door. He then took three pictures from the counter and tossed them in an open counter drawer, filled with the pictures of fox kits, adult males, and adult vixens. He would remember this fox's name, for his milk was sweet and sugary. Toby, the fennic fox. The rabbit smiled and closed the drawer. Walking back to the fridge, he removed the glass bottle and took a drink.