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My tail wags happily as I step back looking at the knocked-out boy in front of me. I giggle and lick my knuckles clean of his blood. "Mmm~" I purr happily. Being mostly Lucario fighting was in my nature, it felt good, like I was born to do it. And if felt even better when I won against a large opponent like a wolf. My face and chest stung a bit from the hits he was able to land but again my Lucario blood helped ease the pain given we're a steel type. "You're twisted and evil!" One of his friends yells another wolf. "He had it coming!" I growl. Wolves sure like their packs. I think to myself before readying myself for them to charge. "He called me a bitch!" I almost hiss. Even though I was only 13 I was still a decent fighter even when I was out numbered. "The truth hurts!" His other friend growls. "Only if it actually is the truth, he was mean to me first, I was returning the favor." I glare at them. "He called you a name so you knocked him out?" I hear my teachers voice from behind me. I eep and tense. "That doesn't seem fair to me." She sighs. "L-life isn't fair." I glare up at her only to look away my ears splaying as she looks at me disappointment in her eyes. "Inqu, you're going to end up alone and hated if you continue on like this." She grabs my arm. "B-but he had it coming!" I whimper as she gives my arm a tug. "Come, you need to be punished Inqu." She sighs.

"B-but..." I whimper and look down following her. "You did a bad thing Inqu its how this goes." He says taking me inside the school. "H-He called me a bitch!" I growl and clench my fists. "And if you had done nothing he would have been punished and you'd have been able to carry on." She grabs a bar of soap. "Open." She says sighing. I shake my head no keeping my maw closed. "Mm, mm!" "Open your mouth Inqu." She says sternly. I just shake my head no again. He looks down and sighs before gripping my jaw firmly forcing it open. I whimper as the bar of soap is placed in my maw and then my muzzle held shut. I gag and wiggle to loosen her grip. She looks at her watch as I struggle and gag. A full two minutes pass before she lets go, I quickly spit the bar of soap out and throw up in a near by bin. "Now, get back to class I need to call your parents. My ears perk and I whimper. "P-please don't call my dad..." I beg. "Back to class Inqu." She says sternly.

I wipe my muzzle and whimper as I head back to class. I enter a few minutes late. "You're late miss Fox." My history teacher says not surprised. "Forgive my tardiness Mr Duster." I bow. "Just have a seat and we'll continue." He sighs as he gets back to the subject. I sit in my seat at the front of the class my ears splayed. I hear a few murmurs and whispers behind me as the class continues. I don't look at the board much taking notes on what I hear him say. "Are you getting this miss Fox?" I hear him ask near the end of class. I just nod the taste of soap still in my maw. This is so stupid...He deserved it. I think to myself my fists clenching again, almost braking my pencil in anger. I jump and gasp through my nose as the bell rings. "Alright class, have a good weekend." I hear my teacher declare as the other students begin to pack up.

"Miss Fox, if you'd stay behind?" He asks calmly, I just nod and pack up for when he's done. Soon the class room is empty the sounds of the other students murmuring and some even staring at me as they do so as they leave. "Now, miss Fox, mind telling me what happened." My teacher asks leaning back in his chair making it squeak a bit. "He started it..." I say quietly. "But that doesn't give you the right to finish it." He says swaying back and forth a bit. "A-and why not?! T-that was the fifth time he's called me a mean name!" I whimper my eyes watering a bit. "And he would have been punished accordingly." He says sighing. "No he wouldn't! H-he never does!" I wipe my eyes and hiccup a bit. "Everyone gets punished for their wrong doings miss Fox, just because its not now doesn't mean it wont come back to them." He says getting up. "P-People keep saying that, but bad things happen to me all the time and I get punished three times for one wrong doing." I sniffle and whimper. "Then isn't that more incentive not to do wrong?" he asks handing me a tissue.

"No! Because if I don't stand up for myself then who will??" I ask taking it and wiping my eyes and face. "There is a way to stand up for yourself with out violence miss Fox." He says handing me more tissues. "N-Not that I've found..." I sniffle as I look down. "Then you should keep looking, don't take the easy way out." He says petting me gently. "The easy way works so well though...H-he wont dare call me a bitch again!" I growl my lips curling a bit. "That temper of yours needs to be curbed mis Fox, it gets you into trouble more then it helps." He sighs. "I-It makes me stronger! I-I can hit people twice as hard when im angry then when I'm happy or calm!" I clench my fists tightly. "Self control is a very important trait to have miss Fox, probably the most powerful tool one can use to defend themselves." He says smiling. "Just because your angry doesn't mean you need to wear it as a coat, express yourself calmly. People will see their wrong doings." He pats my head.

I look down and whimper. "Do you feel bad for what you did?" He asks putting the tissues away. "Never." I say huffing. "Not to boys like him." I cross my arms. He sighs. "You're free to go miss Fox." He sits down and writes me a note. "Here, go to your next class." He says as I take the note and grab my things. I quickly head to my next class, the boy who called me a bitch is there. He glares at me as I enter the class and I glare back, he quickly averts his gaze making a feeling of pride shoot through my body. I hand the note over to my teacher and she nods pointing to my seat. I nod and sit down to listen to the lesson.

The day passes by rather quickly once things calm down and people return to their usual routines. I sigh and pack up my bags as the final bells rings. Once packed I put my back pack on and head out to the parking lot, my brother and mother are waiting, my mom not looking to pleased. My ears splay and I look down as I get closer. "Get in the car Inqu." She says with a motherly tone in her voice. I nod and get into the back of the car and sit down putting my seat belt on. "Im not happy Inqu, this is the third time this week I've gotten a call from the school." My mother says as she starts the car. "They all deserved it." I huff and growl. "Don't growl young lady!" She snaps her fingers and squints at me. I eep and nod. "S-sorry mom..." I say quietly and look down my ears splaying. She sighs. "What am I going to do with you..." She rubs her muzzle. Its not long before we get home, I go to get out before my mother stops me. "Its Friday Inqu." She says as my brother gets out. My ears perk and I gasp through my nose whimpering.

I slowly close the door. "I-I don't want to go..." My paws begin to shake. "I know sweetie but the law is clear." My mother says backing out of the drive way. "B-but..." I whimper. "If I could take you away from him I would sweetie, but...I cant right now, im sorry you'll just have to be strong okay?" She says looking through the rear-view mirror at me. The car drive is quiet like always but sadly never long enough. "We're here." She says sighing and parking the car near the sidewalk. "Remember, call the police if he does anything bad, okay?" She says turning to me. I nod and whimper. "I'll be here Sunday morning bright and early to pick you up like always okay?" She says with clear worry in her voice. I nod and take a deep breath before getting out of the car, leaving my school things behind. "I love you." I hear my other say before I close the door. I turn towards my dads house and whimper to myself.

I lick my lips in fear as I head up the walk way, my mother driving away. I gently grab the door handle and open the door as quietly as I can. The sound and smell of cooking filling my nose, my stomach growling a bit in hunger. I shake my head and quietly close the door before I begin to head for the stairs.I-If I can make it to my room I'll be safe. I kept repeating in my head as I slowly climb the stairs. "Inqu?!" I hear my father call out clearly angry as I almost make it to the top. "Y-y-yeah dad?" I call back wincing. You're an idiot... I tell myself. "Get over here, now!" He growls. I jump and begin to shake as I make my way down stairs. "Hurry up!" I hear him yell. I gasp through my nose and quickly rush down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I got yet another call from the school today." His foot taps the floor, his arms crossed. "What did I say would happen if I got another call from the school telling me you were in a fight?" I stares at me coldly. "B-bad things..." I say quietly, my ears pinned against my head. "Speak up!" He growls and throws a wood spoon at me. "B-bad things sir!" I yelp as the spoon hits my nose. My legs beginning to shake heavily as my heart rate increased heavily almost feeling like it would burst out of my chest. I begin to pant in fear. "You're a girl not a boy! Take those cloths off now!" He snarls. I yelp and quickly begin to take off my black shirt and cargo pants. Men's clothing was always more comfortable for me to wear as it didn't grip my fur so tightly and helped me hide the hit marks given they covered more fur then girls clothing usually. "And what did I say about wearing boys cloths?!" He growls. "I-Im a girl and its not right sir!" I say loudly as to not get yelled at about being quiet again.

"That's right!" He growls and throws another wooden cooking tool at me I couldn't really see what it was before it hit me in the cheek. I yelp and stumble back, I go to look back at him and my heart skips a beat as he grabs my muzzle very roughly. I let out a muffled yelp. "Now im going to show you what a girl is supposed to do and is what she's good for." He growls and begins to drag me by my muzzle. I try to reach for the phone but it was never anywhere near my grasp even before he started dragging me. I quickly grab his arm my fight or flight instincts kicking in. I dig my claws into his arm making him growl in pain and throw me into the back of the couch. My face turns to one of pain and terror as the wind is knocked out of me. I try to crawl away and catch my breath at the same time which I failed to do both as he grabbed my muzzle roughly again, I was sure it was going to break, or at least it felt like it as he begins to drag me again. I try to scream for help and in pain, but its easily muffled enough for it not to make it through the house walls to the outside world. G-goddess, s-someone help me! I yell in my head as im tossed onto a bed. I gasp and cough as I look around. I-I'm in the guest bedroom my brain tells me before I feel the bed sink in a bit bringing me back to reality. I go to roll onto my back but im quickly stopped and my head forced into the pillows.

"Mmmmmph!!" I begin to scream and kick as I feel my panties pulled down. "This is what a girl is meant to do and what she's good for!" My father growls. My vision soon goes white with pain and the wind is knocked out of me. I begin to struggle with all my might, tears filling my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. As I feel something large enter my slit. I grab onto the paw holding my head into the pillow as my lungs and body burn in pain I've never felt before. I try to push myself up enough to get air as I feel the large mass sliding in and out of me. The pain was keeping me from seeing what was going on and soon the lack of air made my head spin with dizziness. Its not long after that, that my mind goes dark and the world falls away.

I wake with a gasp at the sound of the door bell ringing. My body still felt like it was on fire but now everything felt different, the sheets felt like sandpaper, every breath I took was one of pain and fear. My lower stomach and crotch felt like I had been stabbed and my body was stiff like I was being tied down. I wince and my eyes water and look to my arms to see if I was tied down, to my surprise I wasn't. I slowly and painfully curl up holding my head. My body shaking uncontrollably, I wince and try to whimper but stay silent as my skin drags across the sheets very painfully. I hold the top of my head as it felt like I was still being held down. I sigh quietly in relief as I only feel my hair albeit messed up. I hold myself and shiver sniffling quietly as I hear normal outside talking. Keep quiet, they'll leave you alone! My brain yells at me.I slowly grab a pillow, wincing and sniffling, slowly crying myself to sleep. My body and I dare say my soul feeling truly exhausted, beaten, and broken. I slowly wake up, the slightly open window curtains letting me know its dark outside. I slowly sit up wincing, my back feeling like someone had thousands of hooks in it and yanking harshly. "F-fuck...fuck...fuck..." I say breathlessly as finally get up right.

I pant and look around, the room looking for more different then I remember it. Even though everything was in the same place as it usually is, it some how felt alien. My ears perk so I can listen around. I hear multiple sources of snoring, I slowly relax and crawl off the bed. I wince and quickly fall to the floor my legs failing to support my weight. I pant, the air feeling thick and heavy, like trying to suck in air through a straw. You can do it...get up...its just a fight you lost...nothing's changed, get up! I hear in the back of my head, my instincts still firing. My lips curl and I grip the sheets as I pull myself off the ground.

My legs and arms shaking heavily with exhaustion even after sleeping. I pant and wince as I slowly make my way over to the pc my dad keeps in the guest room. I turn it on and sit down in the chair. I pant and close my eyes before jerking and sitting up as a vision of my dad snarling fills my brain. I quickly grab my head and shake my head back and forth to get the image out of my head. I wince and cover my eyes as the computer screen turns on. "Sunday, 23, 3:am" the screen reads. Sunday? I-Its Sunday? I think to myself in shock before hope begins to fill my chest. O-only a few more hours... I think to myself before I look around for my cloths. My ears splay as I see my old clothes torn up in the corner. I look down and open the night stand to see a more female oriented outfit. I close my eyes and begin to put it on my eyes beginning to water. Its just until you get home, you'll be able to get comfortable then I think to reassure myself.

I head into the bathroom and look into the mirror, my shoulders falling and my ears folding against my head as I see cuts and swelling around the places I was hit with the cooking wear. I had always thought my biggest fear was my father grabbing a knife instead of a spoon or tv remote when he threw things at me, but I was wrong. What he did to me on Friday was worst than anything he's thrown or said at me. I hug myself and close my eyes thinking of a happy place. I could feel my chest warm up a bit as the thought of my favorite video game comes to mind. I take a deep breath and stretch wincing, my legs arms and body in general still feeling stiffer then a steel beam. I slowly sit down and hold my inner thighs whimpering quietly. I slowly look down in confusion as I feel crusted fur. Blood? I think to myself confused as I rub my inner thigh the blood flaking off though the fur and skin underneath stained brown.

You're filthy..._I hear my father's voice in my head which makes me wince and sadness filled my chest. I quickly undress and turn the warm water on. I wait 30-45 seconds for the hot water to reach the faucet, the guest room and bathroom were only a wall away from the garage, so it didn't take to long. I climb into the shower and close my eyes in pain as the water hit my fur and skin. _W-why is everything so sensitive and painful... I whimper and think to myself as I slowly begin to wash myself. I spent two hours in the shower washing myself repeatedly even after the water ran ice cold. W-why wont it come off?! I whimper, there was no visible dirt or grime, but I could feel it clinging to my fur and skin.

It felt heavy and thick, but I couldn't get it off. "G-get off...please..." I whimper and sit down tears beginning to run down my cheeks again. "Please...Im begging you..." I say quietly, I hiccup and sniffle. I turn the water off the hope of washing what ever was clinging to me had disappeared. I begin to dry myself off, the realization of the cuts and bruises stinging sharply finally gets to my clouded and already aching mind. I hiss in pain and wince as I much more carefully dry myself off. The towel feeling like the sheets and water, very course and painful. I slowly get dressed my left leg shaking in pain and weakness as I raise it to a certain point. I gasp and pant lightly as I put it through the left leg hole in my panties. "F-fuck..." I pant and whimper quietly. My right leg was much more responsive and less painful to do so. I pull up my panties and put my shirt and tight pants on.

I wince and sigh. This sucks... I whimper as I exit the bathroom before freezing in my tracks, my father standing right outside the door glaring at me. I begin to shiver and pant in fear, my heart rate climbing quickly again. He leans down. "Tell anyone, and BAD things will happen, understand?" He says quietly yet very harshly. I quickly nod and close my eyes, as they begin to water. "Good girl~" He says with joy in his voice as he pets me. I freeze. "G-good girl?" I look up at him in disbelief. He nods and walks off smiling. He's never called me a good girl before... My mind is in complete disarray, I hold onto the wall and looked around like I had been blind sided with a baseball bat. W-what...B-but...I-I don't... My gasp and jump as the door bell rings. "You're mother is here Inqu." I hear my father say calmly.

I shake my head and head outside, the world looking completely different yet somehow the same. I don't understand...someone...please help me... I think as I get into the back seat. "What happened?!" I hear my mothers voice filled with concern. I jump and curl up a bit before relaxing and putting my seat belt on. "I-I fell down the stairs while carrying something." I lied. What are you doing?! Tell her! I hear in the back of my mind. BAD things will happen. I hear my fathers voice repeat in my head. "Arceus did your father take you to a doctor?!" I shake my head no. "H-he said I'd be fine." I lie again and look out the window at my fathers house. Before it looked normal but felt bad, now the only thing that comes to mind is that moment. I close my eyes and look away. "Im taking you to a doctor!" She says as she begins to drive. I grab onto the door handle and seat as she drives a bit faster and more dangerously then before. Time seems to skip forwards as the car comes to a stop.

"Come on, let's get you checked out." She says, my head shaking as my mind comes back to reality. I wince and undo my seat belt as I get out of the car. As we begin to walk towards the building for the first time I realize I'm limping quite heavily and do my best not to. As we enter the building I realize it's a hospital and I whimper. I hate hospitals..._I think to myself. "Go sit down sweetie, I'll sign us in." I hear my mother say as she points to the chairs in the waiting room. I nod and go and sit down, panting through my nose lightly. _I just walked through the parking lot...why am I so out of breath... I think to myself as I lean back and close my eyes, my body still aching, though much less then before. My crotch and head still ached quite a bit though. I begin to fall asleep. "Inqu?" I jump a bit as my name is called. "Come on sweetie." I hear my mother say as she helps me up.

I wince as I get up and begin to walk towards the nurse that called my name. "Right this way, and what happened? You fell down some stairs?" He asks as we walk through the hallways. "Y-yeah, I wasn't paying attention while I was carrying something." I lie as the nurse takes us to a room. "Alright stand on the scale please." He says as he pulls out a pen. I do as im told and stand on the scale. My ears perk and I look down, just now realizing I don't have shoes on. He looks at the scale closer before nodding and writing the number down. "Please step over here so I can take your height measurements." He says pointing to a stapled-on measuring picture. I stand against the wall and face him. He steps closer to me, I tense and close my eyes a flash back of my father stepping closer to me. "Easy, im not going to hurt you~" he smiles and looks at the wall before writing my height down.

"Now please follow me~" He smiles and leads us to one of the patient rooms. "Please lay down~" He smiles and points to the patient bed. I nod and climb onto it before laying down. He begins to place his paws on my stomach making me wince, tense and hold my breath. "Relax, im just feeling around~" He smiles and says calmly. "Do you drink or smoke?" He asks. "N-No." I say quietly shaking my head. "She better not." I hear my mother say sternly, causing the nurse to chuckle. "And are you sexually active?" He asks moving over to his clipboard and writing things down. "W-wha? N-no." I shake my head no. "Again, she better not be, or well at least it better be safe sex." She looks to me, I look away before wincing and sitting up. Soon the nurse walks over to me with a straight edge and places it on my arms and face. "Hmm." He rights down in his clipboard. My heart rate begins to climb.

"Mrs. Fox please follow me." He says motioning to the hall way. "we'll be just outside the door Inqu." My mother says as she follows the nurse. What if they know?? What if they find out, what are you going to do then!? I begin to pant lightly and look around as I panic. I close my eyes and begin to think of a happier place and begin to calm myself down. If you panic they'll know, stay calm...selfcontrol is the most powerful thing we have to defend ourselves miss Fox I close my eyes as I hear my teachers voice and take a deep breath before coughing a bit "How dare you!" I yelp and jump a bit as I hear my mother. "Mrs. Fox her markings suggest she was beaten, im only asking because I care, and you look like you care." I hear the nurse say calmly. I keep my ears perked to listen in. My mother sighs. "Her father can be a bit...Rough, she gets into fights at school though." She sounds sad. "Well she is a Lucario they can be...provocative at times, but these marks suggest either another lucario hit her or someone bigger then her did, or both." He begins to whisper after that as well as my mother. I lay down and close my eyes my body beginning to ach again.

All this stress and tension is starting to make my body hurt again... I whimper to myself. I gasp through my nose and sit up quickly as the door opens. I wince and hold my stomach upon realizing my mistake of doing so. "Inqu." A new man sits down. "Im going to ask you some questions and please, answer them honestly, alright?" He says calmly. I nod. "a-alright." I sit with my legs close together. "Does your father hit you?" He asks. "Mm, mmm." I shake my head as I lie. He sighs and looks down before he quickly gets up as if he's going to attack. I tense heavily but quickly relax. Selfcontrol...don't freak out, stay calm at least visually. My brain tells me, inside I could feel my heart rate spike and my chest tighten up making it hard to breath. "Hmm." He gets up. "Thank you Inqu." He bows his head gently. Soon the nurse comes back in. "Well good news you'll be okay, you're free to go home~" He smiles.

I nod and slowly climb down off the table. "Stay safe around those stairs, they can be a tricky thing if you aren't careful~" He chuckles and waves. "I-I will sir~" I smile and wave back. "Come on Inqu...Lets go get some food." My mother says as she holds out her paw. I nod and gently take her paw as she leads us back to the car. _ _