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Once Liz finished presenting the clothes to the two foxes, she reached into her pocket, pulled out a purse and presented the foxes with a plastic chip each, a yellow one for Voss, and an orange one for Fionn. The fox felt so happy that he wanted to hug both Liz and Dan, but then realised they might not take too well to their slave jumping on them with what could be interpreted as aggression.

Unlike Humans, the Reklan promoted having intimate relationships with each other. Children were taught that relationships with others were good, and public displays of affection were encouraged, not frowned upon like the Humans did. Partnerships of the same gender were treated the same as straight ones, and it wasn't uncommon to see groups of three or four people in a group relationship, them just functioning as a normal family, but with one or two extra parents to share the burden with.

For the Reklan, love was something to be shared with good friends as well as mates, building up a bond no Human friends would ever achieve. If one of the friendship group's members or partners came upon hard times, the others would band together and help, working with each other to keep themselves strong. All this seemed fine for the Reklan, however the Humans begged to differ.

They saw the casual intimacy between Reklan as 'animal-like' and 'obscene'. The Human governments used this as propaganda against the Reklan, showing how they'll consume mankind with their feral lust, how they encourage children to have sex with each other, how they go against the word of God by saying same-sex relationships were the same as 'normal' ones. The Reklan knew that all of this was exaggeration, but all the Human citizens knew was what the government and news agencies told them.

As soon as the Reklan government declared that same-sex partnerships were just as legitimate as straight ones, the Humans were encouraged by their governments to discriminate against gay and lesbian couples. Any same-sex couples were booed down in the streets, some even being attacked by homophobic communities. People tried the hardest they could to avoid turning into the 'animals' that the Reklan were.

When the Reklan reduced the age limit for having sex to fourteen, the Humans bumped theirs up to twenty. Even though the Reklan were perfectly fine citizens, xenophobia was what struck the Humans the most. Almost every action or suggestion made by the Reklan, no matter how wise, the Humans did the opposite of and anything similar to what the Reklan did was frowned upon. How they managed to keep themselves from attacking the Reklan sooner, nobody knew.

Even now, two hundred years after the same-sex discrimination, and twenty after the defeat of the Reklan, the Humans were only just starting to emerge from their xenophobic shells. 'Reklan-like' actions were still disapproved of, but the Humans were starting to use some of the Reklan policies which they actually realised would benefit them.

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The fox decided that he should probably not get too close with his owners, at least until they say it's alright to do so. The Reklan casualness with relationships had already been proved by how close the fox had become with the vixen, despite the fact that they had only properly known each other for a day, any kind of relationship benefiting their sanity in a scenario such as this.

As the fox looked over to the vixen, he could tell she was not very happy with what she had been given. She stared at the piece of plastic, as if willing it to duplicate into a hundred of the orange chips instead of one. Oh well, at least he was happy, thought the fox.

They all ate a sandwich each for lunch, or half a sandwich in the case of the two Reklan. After that the foxes were introduced to their new task, making the garden look as if it was a garden, not a plot of land that was just taken out of a jungle and plopped right there.

The foxes enjoyed the task, feeling the therapeutic effect of hacking down bramble after bramble, although they didn't enjoy it when one of them got stuck to their fur, scraping their body until they delicately pulled it off, taking what seemed like most of their flesh with it. The two owners joined the foxes for a while, showing them what to do and helping them for a bit before realising that they no longer had to do any of the work, that now being the job of the foxes.

Liz and Dan made their way back inside the house, sitting down on the sofa together.

"I'm going to have to get one of my friends to lend a slave to show those two around town", said Dan with a frown.

Liz too didn't seem to like the idea of the two being exposed to the outside world where they could potentially get hurt, but she did see the need to show the foxes around so they could do things around town and not be trapped in the house all day.

"I suppose we have to, don't we?", replied Liz. "Why don't you call now, its not as if we're doing anything at the moment."

Dan nodded his assent and walked over to the phone, punching in the number of one of his work friends that lived in the area. His name was Ben, and owned one Reklan, which was similar to a golden labrador. Ben didn't treat the slave too harshly and was probably one of Dan's more kind friends, but the slave was still punished severely if it did something wrong, and the Reklan received nowhere near as much kindness towards it as the two foxes did from Dan and Liz.

Dan hoped that Ben would be available to help, otherwise Dan would have to resort to one of his more unkind 'friends' for assistance. The phone made the ringing tones for a few seconds before it was picked up on the other side and a masculine voice came through.

"Hello?", asked the voice from the phone.

"Hi, it's me, Dan."

"Oh, hey Dan. You got your new slaves yet?"

Dan cringed at the word 'slaves'. He really didn't want the two foxes to be considered slaves, but that was how it was.

"Yes, I have. They arrived yesterday afternoon."

"I trust they're being good?"

"Yes, they're fine. I called to ask if you could lend your slave to give them a tour of the town for us."

"Sure, that would be fine for me. What time shall I send him round?"

"Ten would be good"

"So late?", questioned ben. "I trust you're not giving them a lie-in, you need to keep them working as hard as possible you know."

"No", lied Dan. "I have a few jobs for them to do in the morning before they go out."

"Ok then, you can expect him by your door at ten o'clock sharp. Bye!"

"Bye."

The phone line went dead. Dan placed the phone back and went and sat down by Liz. He hoped the trip to town tomorrow would go well for the two, and nothing bad would happen to them on their first day out.

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The fox was working hard at cutting back the garden as he was told to do. He was excited at the prospect of getting money for working well, and it also seemed to encourage the vixen to work harder as well. So far she hadn't messed around at all, and had worked nearly as hard as the fox had. However, the peace was broken when a shrill cry came from the vixen's direction.

She was working further back in the garden, behind the plants the foxes had not cleared out yet. The fox rushed in her direction, hoping she hadn't been hurt at all. When he reached her spot however, he couldn't find her at all. The fox looked around, searching for the vixen when a sudden force from behind knocked him forward onto the ground.

The fox was scared at first when he felt a weight pressing down on his back. Maybe this was the creature that caused the vixen to cry out. He tried wriggle out from under it's grip but stopped when he heard a giggle coming from the creature's direction, sounding very much like that of the vixen's.

"Gotcha!", came the whisper in his right ear, the vixen then nibbling the tip of his ear, making him feel both aroused and annoyed at the same time, but mainly annoyed. Didn't the vixen get that she was supposed to be working, or was she going to spend the rest of her life trying to get herself, along with him, in trouble?

The fox decided to take action and rolled the vixen off his back, pinning her under his body like she had done to him, only this time facing each other. The vixen was looking up with a smile until she saw the conflicting frown on the fox's face. He didn't want to tell off the vixen, but it would be for her own good if she got some sense into her.

"What's wrong?", the vixen asked innocently, clearly oblivious to the situation. All she was doing was playing a game with him. Had she hurt the fox?

"You", the fox started, trying to think of the kindest way to continue. "You just don't get the situation. We're slaves! Don't you get that you can't mess around and play all the time? It may be alright here, but what happens when we go out, or have visitors? I'm sure you'll be able to wiggle your way out of it, but what if I'm involved? I'll take the blame for something you did, not me. And all because you are just too childish to realise what we are!"

So much for being kind, thought the fox. He was sure he could have been much more aggressive, but he was also sure he could have been a lot kinder as well. It didn't really matter anyway, as long as it got the message across. The fox got up off the ground, brushing the dust off his fur before continuing with his task, leaving the vixen lying down in stupification.

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By late afternoon the foxes had cut back all the overgrown plants and weeds and piled them up together so they could be taken away later. The foxes returned to the living room to find their owners watching television together. The fox walked over and prompted them.

"Liz?"

Liz turned around in shock. She didn't know they could be so quiet and was surprised when she found that the two foxes had entered without a sound. Various people she knew put bells on their Reklan's collars, and only now she realised why. Speaking of collars, she needed to tell the two foxes about them as they would have to wear one when they went out tomorrow to see the town.

"Have you finished?", asked Liz.

"Yes", the fox replied, struggling not to put a 'miss' or 'ma'am' on the end of his reply.

Liz turned in her seat to look out through the back window, and was surprised at the sight of the no longer overgrown garden and the neat pile of plant matter at the side. It would have taken her at least a day to bother to do all that, but the foxes had just done it in four hours.

"Great!", Liz exclaimed. "We don't have any more work planned for you this afternoon, and we have some things to talk about as well."

The foxes nodded their assent and sat down in their usual place on the sofa together, waiting for Liz to start.