Chapter 8
"Lookie Mommy! Lookie at the two-tailed foxy!"
Tails was woken from a wonderful dream by the cruel, gravely tone of a young pup and several other growling, snickering small hounds.
The bars of his cage were unlocked, a zoohound letting the voices inside.
"Have fun pups! Remember to play nice with your foxies!"
The cages all over the zoo had foxes, and all of them now xlosed and locked, sealing the kits and all the rest with their visiters.
Tails was grabbed by the scruff and dangled in front of three drooling, leering, pointy-nosed dingolike pups.
"Lookie here!" the leader taunted, "He's perfect isn't he, guys! Take a long look, foxie, because for the next two hours, we are all you are gonna see."
The pups sniggered and a red one stepped forward and licked Tails' face, starting at his jaw and curling his tongue up to the kits' ear.
"Dad was right!" he chortled, "It IS fun to feel foxies tremble under a licking tongue!"
A black pup burried his muzzle into Tales's chest, breathing in slowly as he rooted down to the tender belly.
"Hold him still, Muno. Uncle Cor always takes long whiffs of his fat fox, just to relish the smell of warm, tender meat flowing into his snout. Man, he wasn't kidding! I can feel and smell the most delicious and thrilling things right now. The foxie fur warming my wet nose...the thumping, juicy foxie heart thudding against my muzzle! AH this one is a prize. I'd evwn say...PRIME FLESH!"
Taild shuddered and the others laughed. Then the last pup stepped forward, fur the color of mud and eyes cold as dry ice. He bared his sharp fangs and snickered darkly, stroking the twin tails between his paws.
"What lovely fur! Mommy would love to see it hung out to dry in the sun...That is,,after it has been properly softened by me!"
The leader pulled Tales away, growling.
"None of that, Crux. You know the rules. No killing, plumping, or skinning in the zoo. If he is bought by a parent, then you may do what you want to him."
The grey leader chuckled and turned his prey on his back, the other three gathering around again.
"However, it is permitted to play with our prey. So let us begin...with those wonderful tails of his, shall we?"
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"You poor thing! Here, let me tend your wounds. There you go. Poor Two-y. Those horrid pups really tore up your pretty tails, didn't they? Well, I cannot show you until the fur grows back, so you will stay in my trailor until you heal."
Tails was gently taken to the kind houndess's home, where there was food, warmth, and a nice feel to the environment.
He was collared and chained, yet he could move freely around his surroundings. The kind hound smiled gently and pet his head.
"Sweet dreams, kit. If you need anything, I'm in the next room."
Tails hopped to the cozy petbed, sniffed the wool lining and curled his tails around his body, head resting on his front paws. He slept without nightmares, his mouth curling in a peaceful grin.
