Thread: Unethical Purchase

The young wolfess had long forgotten the smell of fresh air, the touch of morning grass damp with dew, how it felt to run for long distances underneath a clear night sky lit just by a full moon. Oh, she didn't require a full moon to be in her half-wolf form but she enjoyed how the lunar light would cast shadows upon the forest, make the world into something new and exotic. For years she spent in those familiar woods running with some of her pack members, running solo. There weren't the many left in her pack these days, she was a rarity in the world anymore. People had the wrong idea and hunted her kind for sport. Between that and the pack structure, it made her species a dwindling one. Females were born less often than males, packs could run with up to a dozen males and only one or two females. It meant that puppies were born infrequently. To encounter a wolf anthro was rare, a female even rarer, and one who was still a virgin...one in a billion. Aeries remembered being captured despite it being so long ago. She recalled running through the forest and smelling a scent that was unfamiliar, so foreign. The scent was full of heat, nearly spicy....so different than the cool crispness of the forest. Normally she would've alerted some of the males to investigate but she figured she would just sniff around some. The further she went away from the pack the stronger the scent got, and she heard a cry of young one in trouble. She ran towards the sound, her instinct to protect the pack's young guiding her. As she ran quickly, the scream was loud in her pointed ears and suddenly something bit her in her softly curved backside. She stumbled a moment and looked at her bottom to see a large feathered thing sticking out of her. She had a moment of wondering why a bird attacked her before the world swirled and she fell. She could hear some laughter and hooting as a pair of males approached her, one carrying a boombox making the cries. One was a large chestnut stallion while the other was a large cat of some sort. They pushed her over onto her back after she struggled to stand and fell back to the floor. The equine chuckled and muttered something to the feline but it was all a blur. So were the next few days, she remembered a large crate and being moved. Sometimes when she woke she remembered faces and another stinging bite before she passed back out. When she woke what seemed like days later, she knew the place was different than home. It was the same heat and smell that the males carried. For the first time she felt awake and able to move. There were voices outside the crate and she waited, waited until the door to the crate was open and she launched herself out with a growl. But she was beat to the floor quickly and a stern looking bear stood over her while another quickly threw a metal collar around her throat complete with a chain. Over the next few weeks they spent trying to break her into some submissive whimpering thing. She stopped resisting nearly as badly but she never did what they wanted. Many of the trainer's assistants bore the scars from her attacks but they never did more than bruise her or lightly cut her so she was smooth perfection. Her body was lightly tanned from her time spent nude in the sun, but her fur on her head, spine, tail, and lower legs to her paws were a unique reddishauburn. Her eyes were a bright blue like a husky, clear as the morning sky and filled with fire like the sun. Aeries was unique from her pack members who were mostly various greys and black. The slavers were especially glad to find out upon inspection she was a virgin, unblemished inside and out. Thankfully she stayed that way. That day the bear came down to her quarters with the leash and mild cat-o-nine in hand. He told her that she had been sold, that she would finally get to be more than just a bitch for beatings...soon she would know what it meant to be owned completely. Aeries growled but he whipped her across her stomach and breast which were exposed due to her arms being bound above her head. Bad bitch... He walked over confidently and snapped the leash on a choke collar around her bruised throat while another put a short chained shackle on her wrists and paws. They lead her away from the cell she'd known for weeks and towards a more well lit area of the building, decorated in the finest things. She was dragged into a room with plush carpet and she stared at the vixen and feline sitting in the room. She hesitated to walk in but the bear kicked her to get her to walk forward. She moved in front of the cat reluctantly, her wolf instinct making her instantly hate the feline. When she was told to kneel, she refused and shook her head with a low growl. The bear yanked on the least at the same time he kicked out the backs of her knees, making her fall to the floor shiftly. He pressed one large paw between her shoulder blades, shoving her face to the soft cream carpet right before the cat's foot and held her in place.