The perfect slave for him (FOR ANYONE!)

[Tobias-foxfire]

Deep down in the city of Alos there was a slave ring that was selling slaves at the best prices, slaves found everywhere though out the city quietly and quickly, no one would notice they were gone. Tobias was one of these slaves, he was newly caught after stealing some nice bass from a fish market, the police caught him but the slave ring took him from the jail before they had a chance to file him. He had fought valiantly but couldn't do much since he was a tubby sort of a fella, with a nice big beer belly he really didn't mean to put on, it just fit him to be fat. He was being sold today at a good price, most didn't want him because of his size, a fat fox weight at 430 pounds was not attractive to most people.

[Tobias-foxfire]

bumped

[Jiltist]

"Hahahahahaha, what a fat shit this is," bellowed David. "Would anybody like to buy some lard? Anybody? Hey, shopkeeper, nobody wants to buy your lard!" The shopkeeper grimaced, "So it would seem, sir. But we are not asking for money. No. We are asking for compensation! You see, this one was caught stealing food, petty thing, and we were left with the bill. We only require that you teach him a lesson. And, if you are so inclined, to compensate us for his eating? He really is a pig, you see, and eats--" "Hahahahahahaha! So it would seem Mr... Ah, Mr. Jenkins! You seem to have a nametag. Good then! How does 30 pounds seem then? Too small? Yes, yes," he trailed off, "I s'pose that would be a bit thrifty, t'was bass, after all." He plucked some more coins from his bag and slapped them on the table, "45 pounds then! Yes, this should do it! 45 pounds!" The shopkeeper twiddled his thumbs, "Yes, yes, this is good. Thank you, Mr....--" "Hahahahaha, the name's David!" bellowed the man as he shook the shopkeepers hand and turned to leave. "Come on now, I haven't got all day, Lardo."

[Tobias-foxfire]

He was untied and prodded to his feet by the shopkeeper, he didn't mind kept his mouth shut and his tail tucked between his fat legs as he slowly shuffled out with David, his ears went flat hating to go out in the sunlight, wasn't his fault he was cursed by that damn gypsy four years ago, he just hoped his new master wouldn't be too hurtful to him, it's all he seemed good for and never talked back to anyone, when they had caught him he kept to himself and never said a thing

[Jiltist]

"Hey, sir," addressed a young chap peddling his wares, "'s there anything what catches your eye?" Arranged on a worn brown-leather rug were a number of, antique, items--forks. clocks. trinkets. whatchihoozits. David reached to pick up a yellowish, scrollesque item which seemed burnt from the edges, but was beaten by a quicker hand adorned by, rings--or jewelry--ornaments. "My good man, how much, for this..." inquired the man with the decorated hand. "Ah, a fine eye you have there, sir. That, is a map to a mysterious treasure--a pirate's, perhaps? a rare and quite valuable find, sir." The ornamented hand ascended to the man's beard, petting it, massaging it, dancing, perhaps, on it. "I will give you 15 pounds for it." David interrupted, "I, will give you 20." The man cleared his throat, "I meant to say 30 pounds," he glared at David," 20 is far too little, you see, for something of this nature." He paused. "So, how will you have this wrapped?" David's face began to contort in violent ways, "50 pounds! I will give you fifty pounds for this item! No, 80! Eighty pounds for it!" He breathed in deeply, his muzzle lifted, and directed a malicious, violent look towards the man's newly sweat-beaded face. "My good man," he said, feet trembling, "you do enjoy your new acquisition." He powerwalked away. The boy quickly dropped the map in a used winesack and handed it to the man. The man glared at the boy and tossed him some coins from his wallet. The boy gathered them quickly and without counting, as David walked towards the train. "Lardass! Hurry, it, up." he growled.

[Tobias-foxfire]

Tobias yipped quietly and huried up without reply waddling quickly his man breasts bouncing heavily, he tugged his torn shorts up a little and fiddled with his tight shirt as they walked to the train, Tobias's tail was wagging suddenly, his muzzle pointed into the air, the sweet smell of hot yummy sweet rolls freashly baked on the train made his mouth water, he whimped and rubbed his tummy, he hadn't eaten for 2 hours, he didn't say anything about it.

[Jiltist]

"Three tickets first class to Yrand," David barked, handing the man 13 pounds. "Y-yessir. Right away."
The loudspeaker squealed. "All passengers please take your seats and secure your belongings. We will be departing shortly." David backhanded Tobias, "Didn't you hear that you fat fuck? Hurry up and get to your fucking seat! Less you wanna die, beaten by a train."

[Tobias-foxfire]

He yips at the smack and whimpers waddling quickly to his seat, he barely fit into it and huddles close to the window, he was used to being smacked around, if anything he had to get smacked out of his daze

[Jiltist]

As the train traveled along its course, David slumped further in his seat until he breathed air slowly through his pointy muzzle.
He began to snore, rolling over and scratching his crotch on occasion, belly too.