The fox became gradually aware of the sound of whining and panting around him. Why won't those dogs shut the hell up? He wanted to go back to sleep but he was groggy and sore. This stump makes a terrible bed.. Wait, why was he sleeping on a stump?! The realization jarred the fox out of his groggy half-sleep and he tried to sit up and look around but he was tied firmly in place to the stump by his knees and wrists, laying belly first on the rough wooden surface. He was naked, he realized after shifting to get a sharp bit of wood to stop poking him in the chest. In his limited field of vision, Kris could see that he was outside and it was dark. The forest he tends to wander was not too far away on the other side of a small fence. The WRONG side of the fence. "Shit, shit, shit", he thought, "I'm so fucked." He began tugging at his restraints, a panic rising at the idea of having been caught sneaking onto someones property.  "Well now, the li'l sluts awake. Good fer you. I was beginnin' ta get bored." Kris turned his head just enough to see a pair of boots approaching from the same direction as the voice. A male, likely one of the local hick farmers around here. He tried to tell him to fuck off but he noticed his muzzle had been gagged and tied shut. "Quit squirmin, foxy. My boys would be pretty dissapointed if they didnt get to breed that ass they've been staring at. Ain't that right boys?" He could hear a series of barks and the clatter of some cages. He was just outside the kennel near the barn he had been sneaking into. He could smell the dogs now. All of them male. The farmer grabbed his muzzle gag and removed a part of it, leaving a large hole in it. He could breathe better but he could guess what was coming next when he heard the latch of one of the cages lift and claws click towards him at a running pace. His vision was obscured by hot black fur and a weight landed on his back accompanied by dull claws and suddenly the hole in the gag was plugged again.