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_Sup? Reiji here. This story is a spin off of Ryan-masterpaladin-Lewis' "The Star Fox Chronicles" story. Takes place in the Star Fox universe and borrows some elements of his story that were used with his permission.

His story can be found here: [The Star Fox Chronicles](%5C)

My character, Vincent Kiba, had his beginnings in The Star Fox Chronicles (Chapter 6) and since passing his exam he's had his own adventures, which is where my story will lead off to when he's not interacting with Ryan in his story.

This chapter how Vincent got to where he is now. Enjoy!_

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[Chapter 1: Recollection and Confusion]

I was awoken by the bits of light starting to peak into my room. Knowing that I would never return to sleep, even if I tried, I decided that getting up was the best course of action. I stretched in my bed attempting to get some feeling in my body. I wore my boxers to sleep and awoke to find my morning wood popping out. I wasn't really in the mood to go off and masturbate so I got up and looked out the window while I waited for it to die down.

It looked to be another beautiful morning in the city Corneria. The sun was just peaking over the horizon and a brilliant orange was overlaying the buildings and the lush forests surrounding the city. The name's Vincent Kiba, I'm a 19-year-old grey wolf and I stand at 5'9". I can't help but thing about how far I've gone in the last few years. I graduated from the academy, made some great friends, and became a mercenary for the Cornerian Defense Force. Everything is fine now, but it wasn't always this great for me. I actually consider myself lucky.

My story is a weird one. It's life changing and scarring, but in a way that one would normally think of. To you, it's most likely, 'Oh someone did some horrible wrong doing to you, and you're so broken up about it and scared that you can no longer face your past!'

While part of that is true, it was done a little differently.

I should start with this... I wasn't born with the name Vincent Kiba, rather I changed my name to that, so I could try and forget about what happened three years ago. Let's just say it was enough to make me take this action.

I was born Reiji Kurunobu Nomishito (Noh-mih-she-toe). I lived in a suburban neighborhood several miles away from Corneria City. My mother died when I was young, so I lived with my father, Kurogane, 36, and my younger brother of 12 years, Meriako whom we just call Spike for short. When I think about it, I don't recall how we ever got to calling him that.

My life, three years ago, wasn't as great as it is now. I honestly wish I could say it was but it wasn't. My father had a job that kept him away from home all the time and when he would come home, he would usually ignore us and just head straight off to bed. Once work would call him, he would be off again without even telling me and Spike about it.

Because he spent most of his time away from home, I never developed much of a relationship with him, I took it into my own hands to go and raise my brother.

Spike is a really sweet kid though. Unlike me, he doesn't have a single bad bone in his body. Or at least I don't think so... He developed a lot of patience and no matter the situation, keeps manages to keep a calm and cool head. He'd be such a great leader for a mercenary squad one day. Despite the fact he looked more like my father (I looked more like my mother), in regards to his facial structure and the darker fur color, he acts nothing like him. He had the personality of my mother. Unfortunately for me, I got my father's anger problems. To this day, it baffles me how she ever found a good quality within my father.

You're probably wondering about my father, right? What kept him from actually raising his children? Well, he was a used to be a pilot for the Cornerian Defense Force. According to what I heard, he was an amazing pilot, but lacked teamwork skills that ultimately cost him moving anywhere with his job. Whenever they would send him on missions, he was usually the front man ordering around the other pilots. He was an amazing strategist and he did a good job organizing attacks people, but when actually under attack, he provided no guidance to his teammates and only thought about himself.

The day that his life changed made a big impact on all of our lives. It was only last year when it all happened. The mission was simple. He and his crew had to escort precious military cargo to Sector Y. According to various reports, his crew was ambushed my some space thugs, his teammates were killed and the cargo was stolen and never recovered. His failure to comply with helping his teammates and ultimately getting them killed, General Pepper forced him to retire from the Cornerian Defense Force and could never pilot again.

Although he was home more often following that event, he spent most of that time drinking and sulking at his life wondering where he went wrong. He was young and should've had at least 20 more years on the force, but it came to an abrupt stop in a heartbeat. He would spend countless hours at the pub wasting his life away and when he returned home, he would continue to drink. I honestly think it's a miracle he hasn't suffered from alcohol poisoning from everything he's drank.

The day my life changed sticks out in my head like a boner sticking through some tight pants. Despite my efforts to forget it over the years, it ultimately failed to leave my mind.

Like any dark story, my setting was no different from any other one. It was a cloudy day that looked to be heading towards storm later that night. My father was off getting drunk and Spike and I were at the Cornerian Shooting Range in the city.

Over the years, we had gotten to know the owner of the Shooting Range pretty well. If you wanted to, you could basically call him the father figure that raised me.

His name was Aiden Cario. He was 50 years old Bengal Tiger, stood at 6'4", had the form of a body builder, and like my father, he was also part of the Cornerian Defense Force. He was friends with my father and despite the age gap between the two; they were very close up until he had to retire. (My father's incident happened only days after he had retired.)

After he retired, he decided to open up a training facility for the locals to practice their skills. There are four training facilities located around all of Corneria City, but each of them specialized in something different. This one was long range weaponry. Aiden called this one the Cornerian Shooting Range. Each of these facilities are independently owned, but they're all directly affiliated with the Cornerian Defense Force. Aiden serves as their supplier for long range weaponry. He was the person who gave me and my brother our first laser blasters. He was also the reason why I even had any interest in the Cornerian Defense Force in the first place.

His shooting range technology was extremely advanced as well making it better than the one located in the Cornerian Flight Academy itself. Everything was set in a virtual reality environment and the programs run would adapt accordingly to your skill level. You would run the course and then get graded on your performance.

Although from the outside, his building looks small, the moment you go inside, it's a deep, expansive facility with all the over the top fix ins you could think of. The Cornerian Defense Force paid him well. VERY well...

It was around noon by the time we arrived at the Shooting Range. It was cloudy, but you could still see the sun struggling to shine through. We entered the Shooting Range to find Aiden at the counter.

"Reiji! Spike! I was wondering what time you would get here!" he happily said to us. We made our way over to him greeting him with a friendly hug.

"Well, we're obviously not gonna stick around at home. There's nothing to do there, Pop." Spike replied. It was his idea to call him pop. He hated us calling him Mr. Cario and he found it too awkward to call him Aiden.

"You ready to hit the range?"

"Of course, let's go." I replied. We followed him to the back room where the shooting simulator was. I entered a chamber where the program for his shooting range was held.

"Reiji, you're first. You're going on Program E-4." said Aiden. Program E-4 consisted of moving virtual models with a high rate of return fire. This would require me to dodge incoming lasers, or suffer a low grade on the exercise.

"Gotcha, Pop. I'm ready." I tossed my blaster up in the air; much like Fox McCloud did in Super Smash Bros. Brawl. I decided to put my focus into a single, high-powered blaster as opposed to my brother who dual wields a set of weaker blasters. He focused on weakening the enemy while I would finish them off.

The whole room suddenly went dark. A darkly lit horizon surrounded the room and I was placed in a forest with burning foliage placed randomly across the area. I got ready to fire at will when I saw the whites of someone's eyes.

I could feel all the heat emitting from the burning trees. They were meant to distract me and hone my skills in high pressure situations where the scenario could quickly change.

*pew*

A laser shot past the side of my head. I could see a faint figure off in the horizon. I quickly took aim at the figure and shot. The laser hit him dead in the chest and his virtual body pixelated.

*pew, pew, pew*

Several more lasers shot off aiming directly towards my chest at 10, 12, and 2 o'clock from where I was standing. I dove forward dodging the lasers and returned fire pixelating the three figures that shot at me.

"Two targets remain, Rei." said Aiden through the PA.

I knew those four were the only ones who would shoot at me. If they were out to get me from afar, they would've shot continuously at me a long time ago. Suddenly, I was getting choked tightly from behind. One figure had grabbed me from behind and his arm was blocking off my wind pipe. I was losing air fast as I saw the final figure approach me from the front with his blaster in hand. He was ready to shoot my head and end this once and for all.

I wasn't going to take this. With the strength I had, I stomped as hard as I could on my choker's foot and he quickly let go of me grabbing his foot in pain. I quickly turned to him shooting him in the chest.

What I forgot was my final attacker. Now I was turned around and he had his laser pointed at back of my head.

"MISSION FAILED." the figure said. The room once again went dark and reverted back into the normal room that housed the shooting simulator.

"Ah, dammit. I did it again!" I yelled to Aiden and Spike.

"You did the same thing last time, Reiji! You have to think before you act!" Aiden said through the PA system, "C'mon out. It's your brother's turn."

I exited the chamber thinking about that situation. This is probably the 10th time this has happened. What could I have done differently there?

We went through several drills throughout the day. We were just about beat when night started to fall. We were all outside catching some fresh air. The weather started to get worse.

"Good run today, boys. Will you be back tomorrow?" Aiden asked the two of us.

"Yeah, of course. I need to beat that program." I replied.

"And I want to be just as good as Reiji. I'm nowhere near his level right now." Spike replied.

"Alrighty then, I'll be here tomorrow. See you boys then. Same time, right?"

"Right, Pop, we'll see you tomorrow." I said. "C'mon, Spike, we gotta head home before it gets too late."

The night sky continued to grow worse from how it was earlier that day. Bad enough that it started raining as we made our way back to the house.

Since we were young at the time, it took us about a half hour to walk there since neither of us could drive. It normally would've taken us about 10 minutes if someone drove us.

Eventually, we reached our house and by then we were soaked and thunder and lightning were going off behind us. Our house was a pretty standard two story house, not too big or too small either. It was just enough for us to live in comfortably. My dad and my brother slept in the upper rooms and I had the only ground floor bedroom.

Upon arrival, we noticed something odd with the house. First, the door was flung open. It wasn't forced open or anything, but it was wide open for anyone to walk into. Usually the door is locked and my father would be long gone drinking his days away at the bar. On top of that, I noticed his silhouette in the window sitting in his easy chair placed near a large window at the front of our house.

"Oh shit, Dad's home. This can't be good." Spike said to me in a worried tone. We slowly made our way into the house anticipating the worst. Of course, this wouldn't be a traumatic episode without the worst happening so you could guess what happened next.

"Reiji, Meriako..." my father said in his angry, drunken state. He would only call us by our real first names if he was pissed off and angry at us. This was one of those times. "Where have you been...?"

We stood in the doorway. I knew that Spike was scared. He had never seen my father like this. He knew of his drunken episodes, but he never saw any of it in action... I didn't want him to. My father got up from his seat and slowly started to make his way over to us. This wasn't good at all.

"Why does it matter to you...?" I said back to him. "You're never around to find out what we're doing." That was a bad idea. If there's anything I've learned, never talk back to my father when he's in a drunken haze. I knew what was to come.

Despite the torrential rain and crashing thunder in the background, you could still hear every step my father was taking.

*creek... step... creek... step...*

"Spike..." I whispered to my younger brother taking cover from behind me. "Run... Run for your life... Run to Pop's place and just say that I'm dealing with dad over here... He knows what it means..." I had to get him out of here. If he stayed, who knows what would happen? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I saw him get abused by my father.

"But, Rei... I can't..." he said back to me. He was scared for me. I was scared for him.

"Just go! I'll come back for you." I yelled back to him as I pushed him out the door. I slammed it shut making sure he wouldn't be able to get back to me.

"Rei!" he yelled back through the door. I knew he was frustrated. He didn't want to see me get hurt... All I could do now is hope that he would listen to me and run to Pop's place. That place is safest place I know in the world. I know what you're thinking. Shooting range? Safe? Trust me, these people know how to wield firearms. It's the SAFEST place to go.

My father started laughing. "Trying to be the hero, huh?"

Everything slipped into slow motion. I saw his right foot go up towards me as he swiftly kicked me in the gut at full force. My eyes widened and my breath grew short. I quickly fell to my knees and began coughing up blood. He hit me THAT hard.

"I bet you and your brother are out everyday to go and fuck people. You like to fuck men!" He was drunk if that wasn't obvious enough already. I knew shit was just coming out of his mouth.

I tried to recover from his last strike, when he suddenly grabbed my hair and dragged my head towards his crotch. I tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight.

"Smell it, you fucking whore. Smell my cock through my pants." I thought at this point any sudden movement would've triggered him to rip my hair out, so I had to comply or possibly get killed by my father. I took in a deep whiff of his crotch. All I caught were the last things that fell on his jeans. Honey roasted peanuts and alcohol.

"Yeah, you fucking like that don't you?" he said to me with his iron grip still latched to me hair. "Shows what kind of father I am. I raised a god damn whore!"

I was still short of breath still trying to compose myself. My father then started to pull both his jeans and his boxers down revealing a hard 8-inch surprise popping out of its sheath staring me directly in the face. It was at that point I could smell his musk that emitted from his crotch.

My eyes grew heavy and I suddenly began to feel light-headed and extremely turned on.

"Suck it. Suck it like those whores I would fuck at the bar." Without skipping a beat, I started to suck on his member. His musk had some sort of controlling factor. Mixed with hormones and sweat, it made me want to him even more.

I had never done this before. You know, the whole sucking a man's cock. I mean, I always thought about it out of curiosity, but never thought it would actually happen, more or less with my father.

He started to loosen his grip on my hair. Without him even forcing me to suck him off, I did it all on my own. It's like he expected me to do it. I started to bob up and down his wolf cock faster and faster. He moaned in pleasure ready to go over the edge. He suddenly pulled back.

He looked down at me. I looked pathetic. I was soaked to the bone from the rain looking at him with puppy dog eyes, just begging to suck on his cock even more. I should've been angry, I should've been on guard, but I wasn't. It's like... I was enjoying this.

"Heh, I knew it was only matter of time until I knew that you were a cocksucker. Admit it, Reiji. You love my cock and everyone else's cock too." Argh... None of that was true! All Spike and I did was spend our days shooting guns... You know like any normal teenager would do.

... Right. Anyway...

"I... It's..." I had to get a hold of myself. I tried saying no but for some reason it just wasn't coming out. I couldn't mutter the words to say that it wasn't true. Instead, what came out was completely unexpected. "It's true..." My tongue lapped around his penis. "I love your cock and I want more of it."

I quickly pulled my face off his cock, covered my mouth, and realized what just came out of it. What in the hell did I just say?! I knew at that time, something was wrong... I started to hyperventilate, but the moment I caught a whiff of his crotch musk, I once again felt light-headed and relaxed.

"That's what I thought. Get yer ass over here." he commanded. I didn't want to move, but my body started to move on its own.

'Stop... Don't do this to yourself, Reiji.' I said to myself. I had to resist him. This wasn't right, but my body moved itself over to him despite my resistance. "My body is yours to do what you wish."

Fuck! I didn't mean to say that! What the hell was going on?! I suddenly felt like I was having an out of body experience. I saw everything going on with myself, but I had no control over my actions... It's as if something was over-powering me. I just wasn't sure what it was.

My father ripped my clothes off and the remainder what he was wearing off like a vile beast. "Time to make you mine, bitch."

With his cock still semi-lubed from giving him head, he easily turned me over and pushed my head to the floor, leaving my ass sticking straight up in the air for him to fuck. I knew I should've been resisting him, but my body didn't react at all. I finally came to realize that point I had no control over my actions. My body wanted to be in ecstasy, even if it meant a shitload of pain. It would do anything to satisfy that urge, even if it meant being a tailraiser for my father. Without any further notice, my father stuck his 8-inches into my ass.

'God dammit, this hurts...' I thought to myself. My body cringed in pain, but it wanted more of this feeling.

His body was flowing like an ocean wave into my ass and he continued to pump into me with a moderate rhythm. Soon enough, the pain I was in from the first thrust started to die down and became numb to the fact there was a large cock up my ass. I stopped to think for a second. 'Dammit... Why is he doing this to me?!' I thought. 'I'm not supposed to like this!'

I honestly wanted to deny everything about liking this feeling. I didn't want to be a tailraiser, but this feeling felt wonderful. I was straight. I knew I was but why do I like this feeling?

Suddenly, my father's waves grew violent and more furious. He was ready to cum and so was I.

*slap, slap, slap, slap*

His rhythm grew faster until he thrusted into me one last time and it's like a gong in my head sounded. He was coming into me and it was flowing fast. Fast enough to overflow the sides of his cock and leak out of my ass. This feeling was overwhelming. His cum wouldn't stop flowing out and neither were my thoughts concerning this matter at hand.

I started to feel really heavy at that point and I felt my eyes roll back as my body collapsed onto the floor. I passed out under the intensity of what was going on outside as well as inside my own mind.

I awoke the next morning to find myself in my naked, furry glory on the floor. My father had passed out in his room from being drunk. After all of this, he probably wouldn't remember what he did to me that night.

I just stared up at the ceiling lying down in a state of confusion. I didn't want to be a tailraiser, I knew I was straight. I honestly wanted to shut out the fact that I even liked that feeling in the first place, but it felt wonderful to have the touch of a man "embracing" your body. These emotions were leaving me lost in my thoughts. My body liked everything that went on the night before, but my head wants to deny my body of ever liking it.

What was I going to do? I was starting to get a huge headache trying to think about it.

If there was anything that I had already decided on, is was that I couldn't stay here in this house. I don't think I, physically and emotionally, could take much more of it if I stuck around. Physically, my body would in shambles taking all this abuse while trying to protect my brother and emotionally I would be in this state of confusion whether or not I really wanted to admit and commit to each ultimatum. I honestly don't think I would be ready to take all of that in.

But where would I go?

I went to my room to put on a fresh set of clothes. I sat at my computer searching for my destination. My eyes lit up when I had finally found my calling.

"... Cornerian Flight Academy," I said to myself out loud. "This is what I'm going to do. This is my ticket out of here."

I did some research on my on the site about this school. They trained the best Cornerian pilots and provide guidance on other skills useful in life as well. This was also the school that Pop was telling me and Spike about. This was perfect.

I found an application form printable online. I printed it out and stuffed it into my pocket. I packed all my belongings and stood outside my house in the middle of the street. I had to destroy everything about this life if I wanted to really get away and get my head on straight.

"Goodbye, Spike... I know that Pop will keep you safe until I'm ready to return. Right now, I can't help... Yeah, I feel useless, but this is all for our future... Until then..." Tears started to flow down my eyes thinking about my brother. Who knows how long it was going to be until I saw him again, but I had to swallow my grief and move on. "And goodbye, Reiji Nomishito. You and I no longer have a future together. Our relationship ends and dies here."

I began to make my way over to the train station where I would be taking a three-hour ride to the rest of my life. There I would take on a new identity and start fresh as well as being able to think in-depth about my situation. Out goes Reiji Kurunobu Nomishito and in comes the birth of Vincent Lucian Kiba.

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Ever since that day, I've had a lot of time to think about it. Apparently, I have some sort of weakness to sweaty musk smells. Just something about it turns me on and gives me the equivalent of someone getting high off marijuana. At that point, I become so light-headed and vulnerable that I lose any train of though leaving me to just agree with almost any situation that comes forth.

Of course, I think about my brother everyday thinking about whatever happened. I always wanted to return to him and say that everything was alright, but at the time, I had to get my head on straight and I don't think we would've been able to live on our own and survive. I had to stabilize myself before I could even take any actions.

Today was the day. I had to return to the Shooting Range and see Pop and Spike.