That damn vermin, Fox McCloud, has been your enemy for over years now. Him and his "team" have foiled your plans, again and again, leaving you defeated and back to square 1, and you've had enough. You had a plan this time, a plan to defeat him for good. You sent an encrypted message, giving coordinates to a small place in Corneria City, and to go alone.

Fox kicked down the metal door, unholstering his weapon and scouting the area. As promised, he was alone, but armed. Little did the little rascal know, you're hiding in the shadow, holding a syringe full of liquid. Fox calls out, staying sharp..

"You said you wanted to talk. So let's talk."

You stay silent, knowing that responding would give away where you are. He growls and raises his voice..

"Come out!"

When he turns around, you see it as your perfect time. You lunge and tackle Fox, crashing into the wall and struggling with him. He thrashes, smashing a vase over our head hoping you'd stagger. But you stay vigilant, and pop open the cap, jabbing the syringe into his neck and injecting the liquid. He punches you after and stands up, wobbling as he pulls out the syringe.

"What..the hell..did you...put in me..?"

Fox falls to his knees, his head heavy and hurting as he tries to focus on your face, shakily aiming his blaster. You just swat it out of his hand, kneeling down and grabbing his ears. You snicker and watch as he falls unconscious. You grab his limp body, lugging him over to your own ship, and leave the planet, going to your base on Titania.

Hours later, Fox wakes up tied to a chair, his clothes ripped and thrown in a pile, which left him only with his briefs. He squrims in the rope, rocking the chair before you open the metal locked door..he sees you and growls, his fangs beared.

"Asshole! Unite me!"

You ignore him, opening a drawer and grabbing another syringe and a small tube full of purple liquid labeled "aphrodisiac". He growls more, trying to get himself free as you step close. The syringe filled with that liquid, you grab his muzzle, holding it tight shut as you bare his neck and inject the liquid, and pull it out, and wait. Fox begins to get woozy, his eyes opening and closing as he looks at you, starting to drool. A few minutes later, you decide he's ready, and undo his ties. He falls to his knees in front of you, looking up and lets out a mix between a growl and a moan. You scritch under his chin, making him whine as his tail wags..you've done it. You've defeated Fox, by turning him into your pet...

((Weeks after...))

Fox, now drugged, dazed, and happy, licks your hand as you sit at your desk, looking at the missing poster that was printed everywhere in Lyat. Fox whines as his tail wags against your leg. A small bag packed with aphrodisiacs and other small pills is strapped onto his hip, with a heavy-duty, metal collar with a cow bell. Piercings, tattoos, and rings cover his body now, with a symbol burned into his thigh with a cow iron, branding him as property. You kept feeding him over those weeks, making his ass and thighs bigger, while keeping his upper body slim, skinny and perfect. You pet his head, earning you happy moans and whimpers. He loves you so much, his everything, his Master. His friends are nothing to him now, only service and obedience. He's completely stupid, no brain in that pretty little head of his as he barks happily, drool falling from his mouth and onto his bare chest and thighs as he stares at you with dilated, drugged eyes.. Such a dumb little fox he is..Even if he could speak, he wouldn't want to. Only bad pets speak.