Chapter 4

Tails trembled and shook hard as the red foxhound shook his cage all the way to a small den. What did this dog want with him? He had never done anything wrong! Whatever this meanie wanted, Tails knew that he was in for a rough ride.

He was right. As soon as the hound unlocked his cage, he gripped him by the root of his tails and brought him close to his pointed muzzle. A smile graced his snout, revealing long white fangs that framed a long red-orange tongue that flicked over the teeth as he laughed at the foxling.

"You are all Bosco's now!" the hound giggled throatily, twisting the two tails and letting the kit untwirrl. He repeated this over and over again while he continued to gloat.

"I have searched everywhere for the perfect foxy, and you landed in my paws! I am so lucky!"

The twirling stopped and the hound slammed Tails under his paws, the tongue whipped out, licking the grinning teeth that crept closer and closer to the frightened kit's face. The hound's eyes gleamed in savage glee, and Tales could not escape their preditory gaze.

"Yessssssss. Oh you will do perrrrrrrfect. So small and frightened! So soft and cuddly! Such a perfect little foxy!"

Tails yelped as a ciclett was snapped onto his neck and Bosco began to yo-yo him around the den, laughing hystericly at Tails' yelps and frightened cries. The hound stopped and sandwitched the kit between his paws, snickering wickedly as he rubbed the prey against his pads,

"Muhuhahahahahmmmmmm! You are squishy and pliable just like my last prey. Hmhmhmhm. You also have the cutest little yelp I have heard yet. Just like a squeaky toy! Oh fun! When I smash you harder between my hahaha! paws Hahahaha! You squeak! Oh this is so fun! Smash! Smash! Smashsmashsmahssmash! Oh it never gets old!"

Tails yelped as his body was squished again and again and again by the giant hound until the red dog stood up and dangled him in front of his face again.

"I haven't explained what it is that I am going to do with you, have I? How rude of me! Well little foxy, first I am going to enjoy you being a squeaky toy. After I am done, wich I am, it will be story time. Story time with Bosco and his friends!"

Bosco flung open a curtain, and Tails shook in terror and discust.

The wall was covered in foxes. Dead foxes. Some had been strung up like puppets. Some were mangled and skinned. Lots of them had holes in the back of their necks like hand puppets. Bosco took a fox pelt and made the mouth open and close while he talked in a high pitched voice

"Bosco loves foxies! He loves to rip off the foxie skin and play with it all night! But He is not going to skin you ohn no! he was showing you us so you know what happens when the prey stops being useful!"

Tails screamed in terror as Bosco roared with laughter and shook him around violently by his two tails. The foxling thudded on the stone ground, and Bosco repeated the move until Tales hung limply by the chain attatched to the circlette around his neck.

"That is right, my foxy loxy" Bosco crooned, laying Tails out on the ground like a fish between his paws, his long tongue carressing every inch of the trembling kit, his teeth in a sneer,

"Your foxy body is mine now. I shall take it and mold it like putty. You shall be fluffed like a pillow between my crushing paws. Night and day I will fold you and bend you and make your foxy body so floppy, hounds will come from miles just to HUG and CUDDLE you!"

The hound giggled madly, clutching the kit close to his body as his drooling voice continued in a soft, crooning tone that soothed Tails, though he knew it was poison.

"While i do that, my perfect prey, I shall be toughening up that sweet tender foxy meat that folds and gives under my tongue. Although you are far too tiny to be anything but a snack, I still love to...gnaw on you! Yum Yum yum! my tongue licks my chops at that thought, little fox! Yes it does!"

Cuddling the kit harder against his chest, the hound chuckled low and menacingly, excitement and feral joy tracing his croon as he rubbed his muzzle against the tiny form in his grasp.

"You and I shall have fun fun fun my tiny tender foxy. Oh yes we will! Muhuhuhuhaaahmhmhmhmhmmmmm! All mine...All mine...my sweet...little...floppy...foxy. Muhuhahahahhahahmmmmmmmmmmm..."