= The Monthly Replacement =

Danny had no idea where he was, the wolf had blindfolded him before taking him from his parent's house to...
To wherever "here" was.
They had driven for at least 2 hours, Danny guessed, then walked for another 20 minutes, entered some kind of building, down a lot of stairs to a basement.

His dad had owned the guy money and had accepted Danny as payment.
Life at home hadn't been nice. Dad was an addict, and his mom barely spoke, she had given up.
They were bunnies, so they had a naturally large amount of kids, all underfed. At 7 years old, Danny had been the youngest of the boys.
And though sad to leave his family behind, maybe this stranger would have a nicer home for him.
As the blindfold was taken of his eyes, that thought vanished fast.

Danny's eyes adjusted quickly to the dim lighting of the basement.
10 small cages were placed against the walls, 5 on each side.
And in each of them, a young, nude cub, each between about 4 and 12 years old, all boys of several species, a few foxes, another bunny like him, a few cats,...
The cages were designed so that the cubs couldn't stand up properly, nor lie down completely; always forced in an uncomfortable position.
When he started looking at the cubs, he saw that they were underfed even more than him. Some have them had clearly been through a lot.
Danny's stomach started to turn.
The other bunny was missing an ear, one of the foxes had an eyepatch.
Before he could look any further, Danny lost what little lunch was in his stomach, throwing up on the floor.

From his right, the kitten in the closest cage shouted:
Please master, please may number #8 clean the floor with its tongue?

The wolf opened the cage and the little boy licked up every piece, just as he promised.
"Thank you master, thank you for letting number #8 be of service", he said, before willingly going back in his cage, which Danny just noticed had a little plaque on it with the number "#8".

Danny was in shock. What had just happened?

The wolf noticed the boy's confusion, and answered the unspoken question.
"You see, little bunny, these are your new brothers. Every time I come here to play with them, they beg me to do horrible things to them, because they know I like that, and all they want to do is please me.
This is your new home now, one of these cages will be yours, and the number on the cage will be your name from now on."

For the first time since he had left home, Danny dared to speak. "But there are only ten cages?"

The look in the wolf's eyes turned into pure lust.
"And that is why these boys want to please me so badly. Every month I bring in a new boy to replace one of the slaves. The slave that's being replaced gets to play with me one last time...".

He walked over to the cage marked "#3", where the fox with the eyepatch stood shivering as the wolf approached.
"No, Master, please. Fuck out its other eye, pull out some more teeth, amputate its paws, let the horses rape me again, but please please don't kill number #3."

The wolf pulled out the fox by his hair, holding him up in the air, and stomped him twice in the crotch with his knee. Above the boys balls, his little sheath appeared to be completely empty.
As he got dragged to the end of the room, the scars on his young body became very visible, little bald spots on his fur, more results of the wolf's "playing". 
At the wall at the back of the basement, he he pulled out a sharpened pole, that stood upright.
"You're a lucky fox, I'm tired from driving all day, so I'm gonna make this quicker than usual".

Danny tried to look away, but was paralised by fear as he watched how fox was placed on the pole to be impaled.
The wolf still held him up by his hear with his left hand, as his right hand made a fist and punched the fox right in the face.
Blood dripped from his nose and mouth and his remaining eye started to swell and bruise as he was hit again and again.
Finally he stopped and let go of the little fox's hair, which made him start to slide down the pole faster.

"Come here", the wolf said, "Come. Here. Now."
Danny was pulled out his trance of fear and walked over where the wolf stood, besides the fox, who had started screaming (loudly at first, but quickly becoming more quiet).
"On your knees now. Number #3 will soon lose control over his bladder, so open your mouth and drink it all. You'll want to be a good slave, when you become the new #3, right?
Because next month I'll have to make another choice on who to replace."
Danny's mind had left him, turned off by the horror of this place, and all he could say was "Yes, Master, it will be a good slave for you".

Danny swallowed the piss from the dying fox cub, as the light left his one dying eye.
Master then removed Danny's... no, number #3's clothes, and placed it into it's cage, to begin its new life (however short it might be) as Master's newest paintoy.