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Shifter	By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Shifter
- 2-Ch. 1 - Breeder
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THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN COMPLETELY REWRITTEN! So for all of those who might be watching, please don't be confused that you're seeing Chapter 1 "again" - it's really different from the original, so please read through it if you have the time :)
Warnings: mpreg, technically noncon and underage stuff

Chapter One – Breeder

The Breeder’s Market sprawled over four square miles of land, a massive complex of packed dirt and old wooden buildings, dirty and built low to the ground. The Market catered to many kinds of buyers; it sold Shifters of varying breeds and purity of bloodlines. There was even a section of the Market foe pure- and half-breeds, although this area was very small, since most Shifters of that quality were bred and sold in exclusive circles of society. The stock at the Breeder’s Market was primarily the lesser-liked breeds: mice, rabbits, some of the common dog breeds, and the like.
With most breeds one would have to blood tests to determine the purity of their bloodlines. Foxes were a rarity in that you could always tell their purity by their color – the brighter toe color red, the purer the blood. The fox kit, a deep, pure red, was very obviously a pure-blood. Normally such a rare and exotic Shifter – particularly a juvenile – would be taken straight to an exclusive market; the price for a kit like him numbered well in the tens of thousands of gil. The Seekers who brought him in, however, had no affiliations with the upper circles, no contacts to sell the kit to. As a result, he was brought here, to the squalid filth of the common Breeder’s Market.
Despite the usual low fare sold at the Market, the auctioneers knew gold when they saw it, and they endeavored to get as much money out of the kit as possible. It wouldn’t be as much as the exclusive traders would have gotten, but the kit would still bring in more money than any five other Shifters the Market sold. With this in mind, they ordered every blood test possible for the young fox – tests for diseases, fertility, and any genetic rarity they could think of. They discovered as a result of the tests that he was even rarer than they’d thought: he was a male Carrier, capable of bearing his own children; and he was a double-Shifter, thought to be the rarest genetic mutation that existed in any of the Shifter species. It was actually a bit of a misnomer, since all Shifters were capable of assuming a second – human – form. It meant that he could Shift into another animal form besides that of the fox, some breed of domestic canine according to the test. The auctioneers were actually privately disappointed when they received the results of the blood test, since the kit had been brought in alone; the ability to double-Shift tended to skip many generations, but the gene was carried on the female chromosome, and so when it appeared in one kit out of a litter it tended to appear in most of the others too, either as an affected male or as a carrying female. It was fortunate that the kit they had was a Carrier and would pass on X-chromosomes to any female offspring, but being able to sell a lot of the rare fox kits would have been even better.
The other test results were far less exciting. The kit was indeed a pure-blood, but they’d already guessed that. He had heartworms, which were easily fixed with some pills. He had a fungal infection under his toenails, which was fixed by some more pills and an anti-fungal foot bath. Finally, he had a minor cold, which was fixed not by a pill, but by a syringe full of liquid medicine squirted down the back of his throat three times a day. By the end of his first week being held at the Market, he was healthy and clean, and ready to be sold off to the highest bidder.

His first owner paid 7 750gil for him. He was known on the streets as Don Corneo, a fat-assed street boss who thought higher of himself than anyone else did and who cared more for his harem of pretty women than for the Breeding Farm that he owned. The farm was only there to fund his women and drugs, and he left it solely in the hands of one of his henchmen, Oscha.
Oscha recognized the kit’s value as soon as he saw the little fox on the auction block, and spent the money on him that he was supposed to spend on two relatively healthy and somewhat good-looking cats that were already of breeding age. Corneo was out of town for two weeks, giving Oscha the time to settle the kit in and give him a name – Reno, because his brightly-colored fur was flashy, and it was a name that would easily gain recognition and, more importantly, reputation. For those two weeks, Reno was well-fed, well-groomed, and well-treated. Then Corneo returned, and everything changed.
Corneo didn’t want a fox kit that was less than a year old. Shifters aged at the same rate as humans; he would have to wait over a decade before the kit was worth it. He had women to clothe and feed, and a drug trade to maintain. He couldn’t afford to wait for some damned infant to grow up, no matter how much the kit would eventually be worth. Oscha was searching the market for a buyer before the day was through.
His living conditions degraded quickly after that first sale. He was bought by owners who heard “pure-bred” or “male Carrier” or “double-Shifter” and who threw down the money then and there, without asking about things like age. He was sold by those same people, who couldn’t afford to take care of such a young Shifter who wasn’t making them money in return; each time he was sold, his price and living conditions decreased considerably. By the time he was four, he was living in a barren cage just large enough to hold himself and a food dish; his water was dispensed from a bottle hung on the side of the cage, similar to the water bottles used in rabbit cages. He was only taken out to exercise four times a day, and he was forced to wait for those times to relieve himself; his cage was only cleaned once a week and he spent several weeks forced to lie in his own filth before he learned to restrain himself.
At only four years old, Reno had the manners and the attention span of a human toddler, and it took him even longer to learn the rules of his latest home. During three of his four daily excursions, he was dragged along on a leash in a poor attempt to teach him to obey and to keep him in a “formal” exercise regimen. His noon outing, however, was “free” time – or at least as free as his handlers would allow.
It was his natural inclination to play when he wasn’t in a cage or on a leash. He was an exuberant youngster despite his poor living conditions, and when a grasshopper bounded past him, or a butterfly’s brightly-colored wings caught his eye, he gave chase automatically. When the sun beat down on the compound, the ground dried out, and the dust the he kicked up made his nose burn and his chest ache. On the other hand, the sun warmed the grass marvelously, and he couldn’t stop himself from romping over and rolling in it almost as soon as he was let out. When the sun was too much for him, he bounced over to the scant shade offered by the eaves of the buildings, flopping down unceremoniously to rest. And when he caught a new scent in the compound and the trail led outside, he thought nothing of trailing his way over to the perimeter, ears perked and nose to the ground.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t supposed to chase after the insects, or set a single paw on the grass. He wasn’t supposed to go into the shade near the buildings, even if he was tired and hot, and most importantly, the perimeter fence was never, ever to be approached, no matter how interesting the scent he was following might be. The punishments for such infractions were severe, and ranged from sharp kicks and beatings to days of starvation, depending on the moods of his handlers.
Over time, the punishments took their toll and Reno learned. He lost a great deal of his enthusiasm for those midday outings, and he stepped carefully, always keeping a wary eye on his handler lest he inadvertently break a rule that he wasn’t yet aware of. The safest way to avoid punishments, he discovered, was to stick to walking in quiet circles. Eventually, he even forgot what it was like to run or chase scents around the compound, and his eyes became as dull as his ragged coat now appeared.
Fortunately or unfortunately, this master was his last one for a long while, and he was eight before life changed for him yet again. Although Shifters shared many human characteristics, being in constant heat was not one of them. They went into heat in the same manner as the animal that they represented, although they still had to wait a “human” amount of time to reach sexual maturity. Although Reno was technically a double-Shifter, his ability to shift into another form – his canine form or his human form – wouldn’t develop until he reached sexual maturity, and so his estrous cycle was patterned after that of a fox, meaning that once he finally matured he would only go into heat once a year… if his master allowed things to run their natural course. It was around this time, however, that letting Shifters mature naturally was no longer a requirement that their owners had to endure.
There was a new drug on the market that could be used to induce heat in Breeders – whether they were of age or not.

Year 264
Reno’s first mating was to a stocky Rottweiler, built for brawling as a pit fighter but not particularly agile. Foxes were known for being agile and fast, and so the Rottweiler’s owners hoped to produce pups with the brute strength of their father and the nimbleness of their ‘mother.’ Regrettably, Reno’s master didn’t seem to realize that a pregnant Shifter needed as much care and attention as any pregnant human, and his living conditions didn’t improve at all. He was no longer given a free block of time to exercise; instead, he was let out of his cage briefly to relieve himself, and then returned to its confines immediately. More importantly, his food allotment wasn’t increased, and by the end of his seven-week term – several days shorter than it should have been – every rib and hollow of bone was on prominent display beneath his matted fur. He had a litter of five kits, all stillborn.
Reno only went into heat three more times after that. The second heat was once again chemically induced, as soon as his owner decided that his body was recovered from giving birth. His level of malnutrition ensured that he was in no condition to carry again so soon, if ever, and he miscarried after only two weeks. His third pregnancy, induced only half a year later, bore the same results. They gave up on the chemicals after that, and his fourth and final estrous period didn’t appear for two more years, around the time when he should have been having his first heat and making his initial Shifts into his other forms.

Year 267
The dog they brought in to mate with Reno was yet another stocky pit fighter, one of the “Fighting Dogs of Córdoba.” This particular breed was known for its viciousness in both pit fighting and in mating, and the dog in question, a scarred fighter named Rattle, lived up to the breed’s reputation; he was snarling at Reno before he was even released into the pen. Although foxes lack the required facial muscles to bare their teeth in a snarl, Reno still let out a low growl when Rattle entered the pen.
He was tired of being snapped at by ill-mannered dogs, tired of not being fed enough, tired of always feeling ill and weak. He didn’t want to mate with another fighting dog, and certainly not with one who was so obviously aggressive towards him. He wasn’t fed enough to carry a pregnancy to term, and it hurt him both physically and emotionally to lose his kits. This time, he wasn’t going to stand for it; his handlers had apparently forgotten that his natural ability to go into heat also coincided with his ability to Shift, and none of them really knew what to think when Reno began changing in front of their eyes, his muscles solidifying and growing beneath a pelt that was rapidly changing in both color and texture. Had any of them realized what was happening, they would have tried to grab Rattle with the snare-pole and drag him out of the pen. As it was, they simply stood there in dumbfounded silence while Rattle, taking the changes as a sign to attack instead of a sign to be careful, leaped forward with bared teeth.
Reno lunged forward at the same time, completing his Shift and letting loose a throaty battle roar as he closed the distance on his counterpart. He had no experience in a fighting pit so he relied on speed and sheer momentum to tear into his opponent. Rattle, for his part, was not used to fighting opponents with so much agility, and he stood little chance against Reno’s rage, despite his years of experience and larger size. By the time the handlers came to their senses and pulled Reno off with the snare-pole, Rattle was a bloody mess of fur and torn muscle, quivering on the ground. His handler only had to look at him to know he would never fight again; a bullet later and the beaten Shifter was out of his misery.
Fortunately for the beleaguered handlers, once they’d dragged him out of sight of his fallen adversary, Reno calmed down and they had the opportunity to actually look and see what he’d become.
Before them stood a fully-grown red nose pitbull. He stood nearly two feet tall at the shoulder, and when they hauled him onto a scale later they determined that he weighed upwards of seventy pounds – most of which was muscle. His eyes remained their usual clear blue, and he had white markings in similar sizes and locations to his fox form. Unlike his fox form, he wasn’t in heat.
It didn’t take long for Reno’s owner to decide that he was no longer suitable for breeding. His history of stillbirths and miscarriages made it unlikely that he would be a viable Carrier in the future, and his aggression during the session with Rattle made it dangerous to try mating him again anyway. Thankful that he’d bought the Shifter at such a low price, Reno’s master had no trouble with selling him. Now that he had finally matured, the man could make a profit off of him anyway. Angry, defensive, and too wary to Shift out of his pitbull form, Reno quickly found himself being shipped off again, this time on his way to the pits.

A/N:
For those who have been watching my stories, you’re probably well aware that I’ve changed this chapter considerably. As a result, you get a much longer Author’s Note too :) Unfortunately, this does mean that those of you who reviewed this chapter already won’t be able to review it again if you want to.
For those interested, here’re some general facts about dog and fox reproductive cycles:
Dogs: estrous (heat) lasts 2-4 weeks, typically occurs twice a year; pregnancy lasts 63 days on average. Breeding is controlled and thus usually monogamous, although feral dogs can be polygamous and are capable of having multiple fathers for one litter.
Foxes: estrous lasts 1-6 days, occurs once a year in the fall or winter, pregnancy lasts 52 days on average. Breeding is typically monogamous, although males might mate with multiple females.
I tried to keep as much of the information about the animals in this story as factual as possible (including foxes not being able to snarl). Although this doesn’t show up in this chapter, I’d also like to point out that foxes do actually purr too :p Add that to their slit-pupil eyes, and they’re not known as the feline canine for nothing, hehe.
As for dog breeds, here are some red nose pit bull photos (remove the spaces from all of the following links to see them):
http:// www. caragankennel. com/ magnum_morp_2.jpg
http:// www. caragankennel. com/ images/ Dogs/ Magnum/ magnumjune28_05_24.jpg
And here is a Córdoba Fighting Dog photo and some info:
http:// www. redorbit. com/ modules/ reflib/ article_images/ 45_a22514ae4a856f9296c7a96bd78004cc.jpg
http:// www. thedogpark. com/ articles/ dog-breeds/ pit-bull-breeds/ cordoba-fighting-dog.php
The Córdoban dogs are actually extinct now, but they’re one of the ancestors to the Dogo Argentino, which is the dog breed I was originally going to substitute for Rattle’s breed. The Córdobans fit so much better though, since they were known for frequently attacking and even killing their mates rather than reproducing.
While I’m on the topic of fighting dog breeds, I don’t support dog fighting, and I don’t support the opinion that pitbulls are vicious animals – I have known many very friendly pits, and I feel that this is a highly misunderstood breed.
-steps off of soapbox-
Anyway :p If you were hoping for a story about Reno as a cuddly little fox… you’ll have to wait a while to see him as a fox again, sorry ;) You will, however, get to finally see him in human form soon. And if you were hoping to see lots of Axel… again, you’ll have to wait (but my next few chapters of Fallen feature Axel prominently, if you’re interested. He just won’t be all cute and furry :p)
Uchiha Mikomi – glad to meet another pit lover :) thanks for the review!
Cuzosu – thanks for the review :) After doing some more research for the chapter revision, I had to revise my stance on aggression and breeding too. The Córdoban fighting dogs were certainly vicious because of breeding, so it stands to reason that the same could happen to any breed of dog, really – even if it’s just one bloodline that’s bred to be vicious, and not the entire breed –steps off the soapbox again?- Anyway, thanks again ;) I really enjoy being able to learn new things from my reviewers from time to time :)
And to the others who commented, thanks, and hopefully I won’t leave the updates as long as I did this time. Thanks for reading!
As usual, feel free to point out grammar/spelling errors, or other crap that just doesn’t make sense.
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