Ruby's Pensive Side
#6 of Ruby
_So here we go, another part. The next one will become pretty heavy on the plot size. That means hardly any sex, but lots of thoughts. And you may not like it.
Warning: This story contains some abuse and dirty fighting.
So, share and enjoy!_
Ruby walked alongside the road, slowly. She was quite pensive. Her master had decided it was best to never mention the incident again, and since he was the master, she would do the same. After all, it was at least good to know how their feelings were, anyway.
She pulled the leash a bit. It was a cold autumn day, close to winter than to summer. Grey skies, cloudy, faraway thunder prolonged rain in close future. The air smelled humid, but Ruby was not in a rush. Rain and cold were not things that could annoy her. If you have waited an entire in a queue for your food while it was snowing all around you, wearing nothing but your fur because your only overalls were in a wash, you either grew ignorant to weather or died.
Her wolf boy was on all fours and urinated against a tree. Ruby pulled the leash he had around his neck, urging him forward. From the other side of the street, an elderly woman stared at her. Ruby stared back, until the woman ushered her own dog to walk the path through the woods. It was a feral dog, not one on two legs like Ruby had.
The boy followed her trying to keep up on all fours. The vixen stroked him behind his ears. A heavy drop of rain hit her nose.
She looked left and right of the street, crossed it and went the path into the woods. The rain plattered against the leaves and trunks. Drops hit her fur. Fallen leaves filled the ground, made every step to a noisy rustle.
Silently and slowly she walked the path, paws in the pockets of her tight shorts. Then, after some hundred yards, she left the path and went between the trees. Her boy followed closely, being tied by the leather leash.
The vixen spun around. Thunder rolled over the woods. Rain dropped on them. There were hardly any leaves left to catch the water before it met their fur.
Ruby leaned against a tree. With a swift movement, she dropped her short. Two of her fingers spread her labia, offering them to the squatting wolf boy. Her other paw wrapped around his head and pressed his nose against her crotch. She closed her eyes, enjoying the tingly feeling of his warmth breath against her female parts.
Like a reflex, the boy started to lick. The vixen's juices poured over his muzzle, she had not made him do this for days. He let his tongue play with her clitoris and brush the skin under the labia.
Ruby moaned quietly as the tongue entered her insides. She let him continue for a while, building up pleasant feelings, before pushing his head and muzzle away from her sensitive female parts.
The vixen made the wolf boy stand up. She removed the leash from around his neck and bound his wrists together with it. Then she threw it over a low branch and pulled. The boy stood on his toes now, arms high above him. She pushed him against the trunk.
A lightning struck somewhere away. Their fur was drenched. Ruby hugged the boy, ushering his throbbing piece of male meat between he leg. She cuddled into his wet fur, enjoying his warms, listening to his heavy breathes and loud heart beating, only interrupted by some moans and groans of mild pleasure.
She clenched her legs around his penis, moving forward and backward slowly. The boy clenched his eyes and moaned louder. Ruby grinned widely, now interrupting her movements whenever he looked close to releasing his feelings.
She toyed with him, licked his nose and stroked over his fur, not letting him enter her. She had decided long ago, letting him enter her was a huge reward for him. He must do as it pleases her, otherwise...
The suddenly boy twitched and groaned. White cream spurted from the tip of his penis, hitting Ruby's tail and flowing down between her legs.
"Ew!" she shreaked and stepped back. Then she slapped the boy hard against his face. "Stupid boy," she shouted and slapped again.
The vixen took her shirt off and used it to wipe off the semen from between her legs. Then she pulled up her shorts, spun around and went some steps.
Ruby sighed out loud. "I should leave you here," she said. "But then someone might steal you." She took the tie out of her hair and folded it. Then she rubbed the boy's penis and wrapped the tie tightly around the base of his erect member. "But don't you think you're not getting punished."
She climbed on his shoulders, untied the knot, jumped off, wrapped her semen-covered shirt around his head and bound the leash tightly around his neck and wrists.
That way she pulled him home, where she bound him to the tree in the garden, leaving the shirt around his head. Then she took a long, hot shower and fixed lunch for the master and herself.
They were twin cats, just a bit older than Ruby. The master claimed to have gotten them for practically nothing. They looked a bit Siamese, but not entirely. Or actually, not at all. They looked like dirty mixtures where the mix looked like Siamese, but they probably never had any Siamese cats in their heritage.
Ruby walked down the stairs to the living room. She felt bored, yet highly restless. The master was on his computer again, typing and clicking. One of the twins was lying on the floor, acting asleep. Her paws and feet were tied. Ruby was a bit surprised to see her up here, as she was the only unfree girl he had ever allowed outside of the basement. Her master liked clear lines and limits.
"Why is she up here, sir?" she asked, trying to sound politely.
The master looked up. "Oh, I'll tell you if you bring her to her cage. Remove the cuffs, will you?"
"Yes, sir."
She grabbed the girl's arm, made her sit and removed the ties around her ankles. Then the vixen led the cat down the stars into the basement.
There was the twin sister, lying on the floor. She was eagle spread, paws and feet chained to the floor. The cat was gagged and blindfolded, and something liquid and red dropped onto her crotch and breasts, slowly and without a steady rhythm. Ruby sniffed and recognised wax.
Ruby put the other sister into the cage they had built just some days ago. It was not big, but big enough to stand in it, or to lie down. It also hat a hole in the floor, for urine, and a tap, for ice cold water.
She locked and went back upstairs. "So, what is it?"
"I had a great idea, Ruby," he said.
"Do tell, sir." Ruby sat down on the floor.
"Well, for one, I do not want to hurt that sister. You can tie her or humiliate her, but please don't do anything that will hurt her, okay?"
"Uh, all right, sir."
"But her sister, we will have some with with her. Until she begs for death. Which will be carried out by her sister," the wolf grinned.
"Sounds like fun, sir." Ruby stared at the ceiling. "I'd like to see that."
"I figured. Also, I think we could make a video diary of it, you know. I bet there are many people out there who'd like to see it."
"Sir?"
"The network, Ruby. We'll sell it to the people. We'll make some videos and such."
Ruby looked down, at the wolf. "Sounds good, sir."
"Indeed. I'd need your help, you know, hold the camera, maybe. And what do you think people would pay to watch a girl having fun with her toy boy live?"
Ruby blinked. "Er... uh..." She did not know if she'd like that. "I-If you want me to, sir."
"Well, it's just an idea. I'm working on the site for it. In the end, we could afford a vacation somewhere in Italy, or even more south." He stopped typing and drank from his beer. "By the way, what is it with your boy? He's been hanging out there for an entire day now."
"It's just a bit of punishment."
"Are you giving him water at least?"
Ruby nodded. "Well, I gave him something to drink." For example a glass of her urine. "But I don't feel like getting him down just yet."
"He's yours," the wolf just said. "But I think I have just the thing to distract you."
"Why would I need distraction?"
"You seemed so pensive recently. Well, I found this," the master said and produced a kind of pamphlet from his bag.
It announced a fighting tournament in about a week. A boys' and a girls' round, nude free style fighting. On the back, the usual rules: No weapons, no clothes, no killing.
"You said you were having fun in that. So I thought you might want to participate. You just fill out the form on the back."
Ruby turned the paper some times. "Where is that?"
"No far. It's at the mall in Northside, you can go there by bus."
Ruby folded the paper. "I'll think about it. Thanks." Then she went over to the screen and switched it on.
"...with dozens of victims," the news speaker said and put a note aside. "Back to our usual programme. In Richmond, Virginia, president of the C.S.A., Robert Sherman, launched the festivities to the one hundred fiftieth anniversary of the confederate victory of the civil war."
"Stupid Americans," the wolf said. "They have no culture of their own so they create rituals wherever they can in hope they will find their identity."
Ruby watched an old dog in grey fur cut a rope and hold a speech. Most of it was the usual blabbing without any real meaning, about veterans and how they defended the natural rights of the western species. It sounded strangely familiar. Wasn't she western species herself?
"Wonder what the world would have become if the South had lost," the wolf said. "I feel like pizza, Ruby, would you be so kind and make pizza?"
Ruby stood up. "No problem, sir."
"... so this night, strong rains will go over Northshire, accompanied by a temperate drop. Forst is expected within this week..."
"I'll be right on it, sir," Ruby said and went outside, to get her wolf boy from the tree into the house.
Ruby filled out the registration form. Her name, surname, sex, registration number and address were no problem. But it required a sign by her owner, one for saying she was allowed to participate, and one for acknowledging the organiser was not liable for any damage she would cause or take.
Legally, she owner herself, even though she was not really aware of that fact. And after all, it was not the same as the freedom a free born girl had. It was something different. While a free born girl could just do anything without even being asked about it, she would have to say she was allowed to do it because she allowed herself to do it. Complicated. She had to give out permissions for herself.
And on the other paw, if she signed for herself, would she still be allowed to participate? Can slave and owner be the same person?
So she gave the slip to her master and let him sign it. And also write a permission for her to go to the mall.
"You won't watch me fighting?" she asked.
"I think it's best if you go alone. So you don't think of me all the time."
Ruby nodded. "I guess you're right, sir."
"I'll hand in the paper tomorrow. I hope you'll be having fun. Do you need anything? A bit of money?"
"I don't think so." She grinned widely. "After all, the winner's owner gets a thousand pounds."
The wolf stroked through his hair. "Then do your best."
The vixen smiled. "But I think my... pet needs to see the vet?"
"I don't do that. Bring them to the vet, I mean. What's up with him?"
Ruby scratched her neck. "Well... it seems he caught a cold or something."
The master shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Either he gets better or not."
Ruby thought of the boy who was lying in her bed, coughing and shivering. "I... guess."
"Don't worry, I'll get you a new one, my dear."
Oriole :> Really? You'll be in those fights?
Oriole :> Why would you do that?
RubyVixen :> For the thrill, I guess.
Oriole :> You do know they fight all naked?
Rubyvixen :> Part of the thrill.
Oriole :> Well.
Oriole :> Ok.
Oriole :> And where?
RubyVixen :> Some mall in Northside.
Oriole :> You're kidding.
RubyVixen :> Not that I know. Am I?
Oriole :> I live in Northside.
Oriole :> And I know the mall.
Oriole :> I'd like to meet you, actually.
RubyVixen :> That would be great. I don't know anyone there.
Oriole :> That would be great. I could watch you fight.
RubyVixen :> I thought you hated them.
Oriole :> I just don't want you hurt. I could sometimes watch the boys' fights.
Oriole :> They're all naked.
RubyVixen :> heh.
Oriole :> Oh, btw, is your boy any better?
RubyVixen :> Hardly.
RubyVixen :> I'm actually very worried.
Oriole :> Oh.
RubyVixen :> I wrapped him in a blanket.
Oriole :> Is he tied up?
RubyVixen :> Even if he wanted to flee, I don't think he has the strength for it.
Oriole :> Sounds harsh.
RubyVixen :> I really overdid it this time.
Ruby stood in the door frame and watched Tommy. The boy was curled up and shivering in her bed. Her master had just gone to bed. She didn't want him to see she was actually concerned about the well-being of a pet.
She had put a glass of tea on the table and was relieved to see it empty. He was drinking at least. Ruby closed the door. Pet or not, he was a boy and he hadn't done nothing wrong. She had been pretty angry, but it hadn't been his fault, after all. Boys were too stupid to control themselves.
The vixen opened the wardrobe, got a blanket out of it and curled up on the floor for sleeping.
Ruby went into the bus. She felt all giddy and nervous inside. It was the very first time for her ever to ride the bus. And to see the inside of one. In reality, that is. She had seen it once or twice on TV.
But in difference to the films, there was no foul smell. And also no annoying kids or something. The bus was actually quite empty, except for an elderly woman and a young male that was staring at her legs and tail.
She wore a thick jacket over her shirt, but just her shorts. So it looked as if she just came from sports or something. And the male was really annoying with his staring. She sat down next to him, and he looked away, blushing.
The bus went on, leaving the little town, over the street, down the alley. Ruby opened her jacket. She thought about how it was okay to her to fight another girl in front of about a thousand men staring at her naked body, but how she felt a bit uncomfortable when a young man stared at her dressed ass.
The man did not look like he was seeing a lot of dressed asses, let alone naked ones. She smirked a bit and looked out of the window.
What would Oriole be like? She said she would be there to watch her fight, and afterwards they'd talk and walk a bit. Show her the mall, maybe. It had really been a surprise to hear she lived so close.
Often Ruby had dreamed of having a real friend. Not like the ones during her time at the factory. Nobody was really close, but just to protect themselves. Nobody knew who'd be there the next day, so it hurt less if you were superficial. As she was six she'd had a friend who had died in an accident, and after that she just decided to never be hurt like that again.
Staring between her legs. She could just sit somewhere else, of course. Or she could...
Ruby took the young man's hand and put it onto her crotch. The tomcat blushed and stared out of the window, but didn't remove the hand. Ruby smirked and help him under her shorts. The feeling of the hand on her female parts made her shiver a bit.
Slowly she moved her muzzle to his ear. "Like it?" she whispered.
The tomcat nodded slowly.
"Well, if you don't remove your hand and stop staring at me, I'll scream you touched me. Clear?"
The hand slipped out of her shorts. The man stood up and quickly went to the exit to leave the bus on the next station.
Ruby moved over to the window seat, leaned back and smiled to herself.
Ruby slowly undressed and put her clothes into the box provided. Almost she had been too late, but now she already had the first fight. There hadn't been any time to examine her opponents, but did she really need that? She trained hard, she could lift her bed without sweating, she had wrestled down the wolf boy easily.
So the vixen was ushered to the curtain. "Ruby, was it?" the referee asked. "Where's your owner?"
"He's not here," she said. "But the organiser has a permission slip." She stretched her legs.
"All right." He checked his watch. "Then we can begin."
The referee stepped outside. "Our first first will be two local girls," he shouted. "The beautiful vixen named Ruby and an exotic Hyena called Shiia."
Ruby blinked before going outside. Beautiful? She bathed in the whistles and screams of her audience. She blushed and waved back to all the men. Beautiful? Maybe they thought she was beautiful. Or maybe they just whistled at her because she was naked.
The hyena came in, grinning and waving. Ruby gave her the paw. "Fair fight," she said.
"I'll try," Shiia said with a wry smile.
The referee gave them a sign. "Go, girls," he said.
The hyena charged immediately, jumping and hitting Ruby on the chest with her head. They fell over, Ruby groaned in pain as the floor hit her back and a hyena girl hit her stomach. She caught Shiia's wrists just in time before the hyena would have been able to hit her face, and then she pushed her head forward to hit Shiia's nose with it.
The hyena stumbled back, giving Ruby time to get up. She actually had expected the hyena to fight fair, but obviously that was not the case. So she lifted her foot to kick the hyena's chest.
Her foot was caught at the ankle, twisted, pushed and soon she lay on the ground, legs spread, much to the audience's joy. The hyena girl got over the vixen and punched her hard on the muzzle. Ruby yelled in pain.
Then she kicked the girl's stomach hard and made the hyena fall over and cough loudly. Ruby jumped onto her, made a fist of both paws and punched the girl's chest. The hyena opened her eyes and suddenly roared like a wild animal.
Ruby found herself grabbed and bit in the shoulder. She cried in pain, letting down her arms so the hyena grabbed them and made the vixen turn around, pushing the wrists up. Then she pulled the vixen's feet up, making Ruby fall hard on the floor.
Repeatedly the hyena smashed Ruby's head against the sandy floor, until the referee stopped her.
"I think that's enough," the referee said and forced Shiia off of the vixen. "You've won."
Ruby relaxed and lay still, crying and cursing.
Ruby leaned against a pillar. She had a tissue up her nose to stop the bleeding. With one paw she held her jacket, with the other one she pressed a bandage against her shoulder. Not liable for any damage she'd take, of course. But she hadn't expected to even have to beg for some tissues.
And then someone stepped up to her. It was a female raccoon, slender, bright blue eyes, long tail. "Hi," she said. "You must be Ruby."
"Er, hello," Ruby said and blushed. "You're Oriole?"
"Yes. Nice to meet you," Oriole said and hugged the vixen, who groaned in reply. "Oh! Sorry."
"It's okay," Ruby said. "I just need some place to sit."
The walked to some fountain with a lot of benches arranged in front of it. They sat down.
"Sorry," Oriole said. "I'm just a bit happy to see you."
"I'm happy, too," Ruby assured.
"I watched you fight. You're pretty tough."
"But that hyena was tougher. Really, I didn't expect to lose the first fight... ouch..."
Oriole took the tissue from Ruby's shoulder. "That looks bad."
"Eh, I'll manage." She smiled. "Really."
Oriole sighed. "If you say so." She put both her hands on her thighs and let the awkward silence come over them. "Well..."
"Yes?"
"I didn't know you were... you know... a slave..."
Ruby laughed. "No, no, I'm not. Not any more. I own myself. I just can't get rid of the number, you know?"
"Then why fight in that nasty arena?"
"For the thrill," Ruby said.
And then the raccoon laughed out loud. Ruby smiled.
"Oh, jeez, for a moment I really thought I'd be having a crush on a slave. Really." And she laughed more.
"What?" Ruby said. "What is that?"
"Oh, nothing," Oriole said and kept smiling. Then she stood up and offered the vixen a paw. "Wanna go shopping bras?"
Ruby smirked. "Well, okay."