{"sf1_id":1034314,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Colorful Life Story - poetic story","author":"Fane_Vulpesaur","words":1171,"posted_at":"2016-06-23T01:27:00.000Z","tags":["2016","Abuse","Alcohol","Backstory","Bondage","Child abuse","Cub","Dinosaur","Drugs","Fane_star","Female","Fox","Hybrid","M/F","Male","NSFW","Parents","Poem","Poetry","Rape","Red Fox","Rupak","Story","Vulpesaur","child","drug","minerva","parasaurolophus","parent"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1034314-a-colorful-life-story-poetic-story","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1034314","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1034314\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"This is Fane's background story. The dirty version of it. This is also my very first attempt at a story. I've been wanting to write this for awhile. I just couldn't find the confidence until I read Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow. I gained the confidence to try and I don't think it went too horribly. This might get edited in the future and it will be one of the few works I ever edit if I do. This was written on 6/22/2016.\nAll characters are mine.\nWritten by me, Fane Star.","content":"This is a story, very personal to me.  \nIt's the history of me and how I came to be.  \nIt's a long one, and I'm feel generous,  \nI'll tell you the story behind my conception.  \n  \nI shall begin with my parents.  \nAn odd pair if there ever was such a thing.  \nMy mother, so quiet and shy, is a 9 foot dinosaur.  \nA Parasaurolophus, named Minerva, To be specific.  \nShe's covered from bill to tail  \nIn blues and purples that I wear.  \nHer toes are each a different color, green, pink, yellow, and more.  \nHer eyes are her treasure, emeralds set gracefully in her skin.  \nDeep green with a shine that's prettier than the gem.  \nThere was a time when she was happy.  \nA gentle giant full of love.  \nThen she met Rupak. A 6 foot horror.  \nHe's my father, a no good fox that bullies all.  \nUsing physical strength to harm those  \nThat interfere with his wantonness.  \nHis face and back are scarred  \nFrom a fight with an unknown vulpine.  \nHis cold eyes are blue,  \nDark, like the frozen ocean.  \nHis right foot is black up to his knee.  \nRupak's thumb claws are red like blood.  \nRumored to be from the lives he's taken.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Minerva and Rupak met late one night  \nAt a local bar, full of the lonely drunks of Glendale.  \nA small town outside of a major city.  \nIt's an eventless place not worth description.  \nMinerva had been sitting alone, drinking, for hours  \nAt a table in the corner, contemplating going home.  \nRupak, who'd been watching the cheerful dino,  \nFinally approached her and offered her a drink.  \n\"Just a beer is fine,\" she replied.  \nHe gladly bought them beers and sat with her.  \nHe was pleasant, kind, and funny despite his gruff appearance.  \nA few drinks in and she's clearly drunk.  \n\"One more and I'll get you a cab. Okay?\"  \nMurred Rupak, keeping up his pleasant charm.  \nLittle did Minerva know that the last beer  \nWould forever change her life.  \nAs he order the last round of drinks,  \nShe saw him wink at the giraffe who was bartending.  \nThe giraffe kept the beer down low before giving it to Rupak.  \nNot thinking anything of it, she quickly gulped it down.  \nShe began to feel tired and dizzy.  \nRupak smiled, a mischievous, malevolent grin,  \nBut it was too late for Minerva  \nAs the drugs overwhelmed her body.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As Minerva passes out,  \nRupak drags her body out of the bar  \nTo his dirty, pitiful apartment.  \nA few hours later she wakes on her belly.  \nShe panics as she realizes she's tied  \nTo the dingy bed in the dimly lit room.  \nThe bed creaks loudly under her weight.  \nIt seems to call out for Rupak, who materializes in the doorway.  \n\"Shh. There's no need to struggle my sweet.\"  \nRupak nearly whispers before approaching Minerva.  \nHe sits by her head and strokes her crest.  \n\"Don't touch me!\" She shrieks and attempts to wiggle free.  \nSlap! Rupak's hand smacks her face causing her to be still.  \n\"You won't enjoy this and you will stay quiet.\"  \nBefore Minerva could respond, he's between her legs.  \nKnowing it's useless to struggle, she just cries silently as Rupak licks her.  \nHis fingers enter her, his claws scratching her walls.  \nShe screams as the tears roll down her face.  \nHe quickly shuts her up and gags her as she tries to kick him away.  \n\"I told you to stay quiet filthy whore.\" Growled Rupak  \nWhile he returns between her legs.  \nHe relentlessly used his claws in her, forced his knot in her.  \nShe can only stay still and sob, wishing it all away.  \nAfter he finishes in her, he removes her gag.  \n\"I'll untie you if you live with me and work for me.\"  \nMinerva reluctantly agrees and moves in that night.  \nAfter a week of rape and beatings, she discovers she's pregnant.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Shortly after Minerva lays her eggs, she realizes most of them are dead.  \nHer heart breaks, but this is normal for interspecies couples.  \nAt least she has the one survivor, who she protects with her life.  \nThe day this egg hatched is the day Rupak nearly beat her to death.  \n\"I refuse to take care of that abomination! He's your responsibility.\"  \nHe dumps her off at the hospital and returns to the apartment,  \nWhere the 'abomination' snoozes in the make shift nest of pillows.  \nMinerva returns a few days later to find her son starved,  \nBut not beaten. Relieved she takes him to the hospital.  \nThere he was named. I was named.  \n  \nLife was beyond miserable for years.  \nArguments, fights, drugs, and alcohol dominated.  \nMy mother never put a harmful claw on me.  \nShe tried to take my beatings, but when she wasn't home  \nRupak was unstoppable. The forever cruel fox.  \nFinally at the age of eight, he left.  \nOut of the blue with no warning he disappeared.  \nI still don't know what happened to him.  \nI can only hope I never do.  \nThe following years were horrific.  \nMom stopped working, stopped leaving the house,  \nAnd finally stopped getting out of bed.  \nShe was torture to watch and I had to find a way to care for us.  \nI began hunting. My old bow and quiver are still in use.  \nI hunted, not for our consumption, we are vegans.  \nFood was never an issue because of this.   \nI hunted for rent, clothes, water, and for medicine.  \nAt the age of 12 I became the best hunter in Glendale.  \nA year later I left my mother. I couldn't take that life anymore.  \nI moved into an abandoned shack behind the town's high school.  \nI continued hunting in the forests and I survived.  \nNo one knew where I slept at night.  \nI never saw my parents again.  \nDepression and self-harm were at its worst during high school.  \nI was a friendless outcast. My history was no secret.  \nDue to this, I gave myself a last name, Star.  \nI became my own leader and the name fits.  \nThat day I became my true self, Fane Star.  \nThings got a little easier after that and  \nI finished high school in solitude.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Leaving school meant leaving town.  \nYou reach a point when you're done being alone, purposeless.  \nI left in search for that purpose.  \nI found several mates during this time, they were abusive.  \nNone physical, but emotional abuse is just as hard.  \nAs time had passed I moved from town to town just to realize  \nThat my life kept pointing to college for my next journey.  \nSo I settled down temporarily, just until I go to college.  \nHunting is still my way of life, but it's harder in these places.  \nAs you know I've become more social over time.  \nLess of an outcast and more of a friend.  \n  \nThis story is far from over.  \nMy daily life adds to it.  \nFuture events may turn it upside down.  \nFor now, I live a peaceful life with those I love close to me.  \n  \nWritten by: Fane Star  \n  \n\n  \n  \n\n"}