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Later in the story there will be sexual themes including AB/DL themes and abuse so just be aware about that!

Please note that I have had to manually format the document as Inkbunny doesn't do it for me, so I apologise for anything that looks out of the ordinary.", "writing": "[b]CONTENT WARNING: This chapter showcases a dream in which there is childhood emotional and physical abuse. Please be aware of those triggers and also be aware that this entire story is fictional.[/b]\n\n\n\n[i]I look down at my body; I can't be any older than 4 years of age. Not a single worry or care is plaguing me, no worries to linger in my head as I play with the rustic model car on the plush carpet. Everything is normal and nice.\n\nI smile up at both my mummy and my daddy on the sofa, as they both are watching the TV. They are sometimes called the King and the Queen, but they're still my Mummy and Daddy. They both smile warmly at me back, and it feels like there's a radiator right where my heart is.\n\nI look at the little crook in-between them with pleading eyes and Daddy chuckles. “C’mon squirt.” I need no more encouragement. I wag and swing myself up with gusto and wiggle right next to both of them, diving and squirming into their deep warmth.\n\nI almost fall back further and further; like I'm sinking into the sofa. Eventually, everything turns sofa-black, shrouding my vision entirely.\n\nI'm in my bedroom now. I don't remember coming up here, maybe I fell asleep? I feel a bit of a stinging in my head and I yawn widely, my paws gripping and snuggling up in my rocket ship duvet that keeps me snuggly and warm.\n\nI look towards the door which is open ajar, and Mummy comes in, smiling. She always looks so pretty, even in a dressing gown. She walks over to my bedside and kneels down, reaching into one of the cabinets next to my bed.\n\n“Same story as usual, kiddo?” She teases. I nod gleefully in response. Yes, I like the story of the musical boy. I stifle another yawn. I feel really tired, but I love it when Mummy reads me stories. She does it a lot, but she's so good at it. Way better than Daddy! I start to listen, but soon enough everything turns black and fades away.\n\nI wake up and my head hurts still, even worse. I'm sitting in the living room again. I look down at my slightly larger body. This time I’m 5, I think. I look at the TV; It's off. It doesn't matter, as I still have my toy car. I press it around the plush rug, lost in my own world, imagining I'm driving away from the meanie thieves.\n\nThat's when Daddy bursts in from the door, tears welling in his eyes. Immediately I feel sad, but I'm not sure why. He looks at me with a deep, deep sorrow in his tearful eyes. I can't help but tear up, too. I've never seen Daddy this sad.\n\n“Benny…” sobs Daddy, who is the strongest, bravest person I've ever known. He quickly comes over and clutches me tightly, like I'm a big teddy bear.\n\n“Daddy?” I blub, clutching onto him tightly as I feel the confusion swirl in me like a vortex.\n\nA few more sobs, sighs and shudders escape from Daddy's body. “Your mother, Grace… she's gone. She didn't pull through.”\n\nThe words flow over my fluffy ears. I don't fully know what he means. Where has she gone? Is she gone for a long time? When will I get story time again?! I blub out loudly, sniffling and wailing, my head pounds painfully.\n\nSuddenly, yet again everything falls black.\n\nNow I'm in the garden. I don't feel sad anymore. I actually feel excited to play! It's a warm but breezy day. I look down at my body. Maybe I'm 6 now, but not much older. I look back at Daddy, who is coming out to play with me! I quickly run towards him, wrapping my arms around his big legs as much as I can.\n\nNo warmth comes back to me, and I shiver slightly in the cool, Spring breeze. I gingerly look up to see not a smile, but a scowl, and crossed arms. This doesn't look like my Daddy. My ears spring up curiously.\n\n“Ben,” he starts, in almost a snarl. He doesn’t usually call me Ben. “It's high time for you to start your journey not only as Benjamin, but also as the Prince, and the future King of the land.”\n\nI stare up at him and blink as my young brain tries to comprehend what he's just told me. So many questions, so little time as suddenly he violently reaches into both of my shorts pockets. This surprises me, and in a swoop he pulls out both of my favourite cars from each pocket.\n\nConfused and bewildered, I stagger a little bit, and watch as he stomps purposefully on my monster truck, and then my sports car. A chill fills my body and tears well in my eyes. They were my favourite!! I lose balance with how sad I feel and fall onto my bum, sniffling and crying quietly. I feel so confused; so scared. Why is Daddy breaking my toys?\n\nI wonder if Daddy is going to embrace me as I keep my eyes closed, almost too scared to open, thinking I did something really wrong to upset him. Nothing seems to come. Sniffling, I open my eyes, and my father is standing there, tapping his shoe, like he's waiting for something. I don’t know what to do.\n\n“And is the future king of the land going to cry every single time he doesn't get his way?!” He growls, which only makes me even more scared. A whimper and a whine escape my lips. I don't understand what's happening! I was just playing with my cars. What did I do wrong?\n\n“Well, I'm going to teach you what happens if you don't man up soon.” His tone strikes my ears like daggers, but suddenly he strolls up to me. Maybe now I can be comforted? I raise my paws to be picked up in hope.\n\nInstead I feel my wrist being forcefully tugged so hard that I fear it might be pulled off. I see some fur fall off of it. That hurts!! I cry harder, so confused and sad that Daddy is hurting me. I feel my ears wilt all the way back, tail tucking in-between my legs.\n\nHe drags me to the back door of the palace, my body bumping against the grass. My mind is screaming at me to do something; maybe to run, but he keeps pulling and dragging me. He pulls me over to his rocking chair, and he sits down.\n\nIt all happens so quickly as he lifts me up in the air, my nose picks up the faint scent of frustration. For a brief moment I feel sick as my tummy churns. Now I'm laying on my front, and my bum feels really cold. Without even knowing it my tail tucks itself underneath. He's pulled my shorts down!! Embarrassed, I reach for the hem of them but I feel a large, heavy paw spank my own away from me. Ow!! I feel something so embarrassing that I wail; he's pulling down my underwear!!\n\n“Dadd-”\n\n*WHAP!* I feel a stinging, burning sensation spread all around my buttocks and my upper legs. The pain is really intense and I can't control myself or stop myself from kicking, my paws flailing in the air. My mind is frozen in shock as my nerves scream out in agony. My muzzle hangs open, ears jutted up in fear, but nothing comes out, save for a few coughs and splutters.\n\n*WHAP!!* The second blow hits and my entire body rocks forward and rebounds back quickly, making my chest hurt lots. I feel like I'm going to be sick now as the pain shoots up my bum, back, and my front. My brain briefly unsticks itself to plead. “PLEASE DADDY, NO MORE!!!” My voice aches and cracks from how shrill and desperately loud my voice has been. It's the loudest I've ever shouted.\n\n*WHAP!!!*\n\nEverything becomes a blur and I feel like I faint; everything goes darker and darker, but I still feel the sharp sting in my head. The voice in my head screams for some kind of clarity, some kind of sense, some kind of love.\n\nStill hurting, I open my eyes, but I'm back in my bedroom, clothed. Curiously I'm still about the same age, I think? But I'm standing up. Daddy is opposite me, with what looks like a fox man the same age as him, maybe a bit younger and much shorter, with really, really big ears.\n\n“This is Torna,” states Daddy, his face emotionless and still, body as stiff as a corpse. I gasp, my fur standing on its end, and suddenly fear the worst. “Please daddy, don't give me away?!” I blurt, tears already filling my eyes, as they have done nearly every day over the past few months. I feel my tail raise up between my legs again, my body quivering.\n\nDaddy shakes his head lightly. “Don't worry, Ben. Torna here is to look after you whilst I look after my Kingdom. Think of him like an Uncle.”\n\nI look at the fennec, who bows at me in a really pretty way. No one has bowed at me before; it feels sort of nice, in a weird way. A deep relief spreads through my body, and my fur relaxes. There it is again, that same headache. It's pounding right at the front-side, although now it's moving to the middle-back as everything turns black again.\n\nI'm awake! Although I feel different. Stronger… taller. I look down and see I've had a growth spurt, and my fur has darkened a little bit. I'm also wearing a snug-fitting robe as my only garment. I look around and remember that I'm in the training hall, and Torna is standing there, looking expectantly at me. Of course! Karate practice.\n\nI quickly close the distance towards him, and attempt a sweeping strike, just like we had practised before. Like usual, Torna is too quick, and manages to completely dodge my attack. I see sweat glistening under the fur of his sandy forehead. \n\nToo slow, junior,” he smirks. That awful grin always makes me angry! I take a second lunge at him whilst he's not expecting, and whack his neck. In an instant, he collapses to the ground. I gasp, suddenly worried that I hurt him, though he quickly stands up, giving a few applause claps.\n\n“That's enough training for today. Why don't we practise some algebraic expressions? You're soon to be the King of the whole island; it'll take more than Karate skills to rule the kingdom, you know.”\n\nI scoff. “I’ve told you before! I haven't signed up to be king, and I'm never going to. I totally got you there!” I smirk. Sometimes Torna likes to tease me about becoming the King, even though I don't want to. I want to be a musician, just like Mumwas!\n\nTorna chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Well, you are eight now, and your muscles are really growing. But…”\n\nHe pulls me aside, trapping me against the wall just before the hall exit. Is this part of training? He's looking at me intensely; I can feel his eyes burning against mine, and the gentle brush of his tail against mine, tucked in-between my legs. Despite his age, I’ve grown to be just as tall as him.\n\nHis eyes scan me deeply; like he’s looking deep within my expression for something. My face falls in confusion. “He hasn't told you, has he?” Spits the fennec in the most angry voice I've ever heard him use, his eyebrows creasing. Fear quickly floods my body and the urge to run away fills me, but I freeze, confused.\n\n“Told me what?” I ask, desperate to know what could be so important, my ears wilting sharply.\n\nTorna takes a step back, growls lowly to himself, looking down before matching my eye level.\n\n“Benjamin, you are the only rightful heir to the throne. You are to be coronated as the King as soon as your father steps down, or passes away. You did once have an older brother… but since he is no more, I'm afraid you will have no choice but to take up the throne. Don't you see? This is why your father has been so hard on you, so desperate for you to learn and fight. He wants to prepare you so that you are ready to lead the kingdom.”\n\nI had a brother? I'm going to be King?!?! So many questions float in my aching, pounding head and I stay frozen, paralysed in fear. I'm going to be a King. THE King. I'll be trapped in a palace all day, like Dad is, and grow fat and miserable like him!!\n\n“It's not fair!!” I protest. “I don't want to be king!” I yell. Torna grunts at me, and shakes his head.\n\n“I'm afraid you have no choice.”[/i]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "CONTENT WARNING: This chapter showcases a dream in which there is childhood emotional and physical abuse. Please be aware of those triggers and also be aware that this entire story is fictional.



I look down at my body; I can't be any older than 4 years of age. Not a single worry or care is plaguing me, no worries to linger in my head as I play with the rustic model car on the plush carpet. Everything is normal and nice.

I smile up at both my mummy and my daddy on the sofa, as they both are watching the TV. They are sometimes called the King and the Queen, but they're still my Mummy and Daddy. They both smile warmly at me back, and it feels like there's a radiator right where my heart is.

I look at the little crook in-between them with pleading eyes and Daddy chuckles. “C’mon squirt.” I need no more encouragement. I wag and swing myself up with gusto and wiggle right next to both of them, diving and squirming into their deep warmth.

I almost fall back further and further; like I'm sinking into the sofa. Eventually, everything turns sofa-black, shrouding my vision entirely.

I'm in my bedroom now. I don't remember coming up here, maybe I fell asleep? I feel a bit of a stinging in my head and I yawn widely, my paws gripping and snuggling up in my rocket ship duvet that keeps me snuggly and warm.

I look towards the door which is open ajar, and Mummy comes in, smiling. She always looks so pretty, even in a dressing gown. She walks over to my bedside and kneels down, reaching into one of the cabinets next to my bed.

“Same story as usual, kiddo?” She teases. I nod gleefully in response. Yes, I like the story of the musical boy. I stifle another yawn. I feel really tired, but I love it when Mummy reads me stories. She does it a lot, but she's so good at it. Way better than Daddy! I start to listen, but soon enough everything turns black and fades away.

I wake up and my head hurts still, even worse. I'm sitting in the living room again. I look down at my slightly larger body. This time I’m 5, I think. I look at the TV; It's off. It doesn't matter, as I still have my toy car. I press it around the plush rug, lost in my own world, imagining I'm driving away from the meanie thieves.

That's when Daddy bursts in from the door, tears welling in his eyes. Immediately I feel sad, but I'm not sure why. He looks at me with a deep, deep sorrow in his tearful eyes. I can't help but tear up, too. I've never seen Daddy this sad.

“Benny…” sobs Daddy, who is the strongest, bravest person I've ever known. He quickly comes over and clutches me tightly, like I'm a big teddy bear.

“Daddy?” I blub, clutching onto him tightly as I feel the confusion swirl in me like a vortex.

A few more sobs, sighs and shudders escape from Daddy's body. “Your mother, Grace… she's gone. She didn't pull through.”

The words flow over my fluffy ears. I don't fully know what he means. Where has she gone? Is she gone for a long time? When will I get story time again?! I blub out loudly, sniffling and wailing, my head pounds painfully.

Suddenly, yet again everything falls black.

Now I'm in the garden. I don't feel sad anymore. I actually feel excited to play! It's a warm but breezy day. I look down at my body. Maybe I'm 6 now, but not much older. I look back at Daddy, who is coming out to play with me! I quickly run towards him, wrapping my arms around his big legs as much as I can.

No warmth comes back to me, and I shiver slightly in the cool, Spring breeze. I gingerly look up to see not a smile, but a scowl, and crossed arms. This doesn't look like my Daddy. My ears spring up curiously.

“Ben,” he starts, in almost a snarl. He doesn’t usually call me Ben. “It's high time for you to start your journey not only as Benjamin, but also as the Prince, and the future King of the land.”

I stare up at him and blink as my young brain tries to comprehend what he's just told me. So many questions, so little time as suddenly he violently reaches into both of my shorts pockets. This surprises me, and in a swoop he pulls out both of my favourite cars from each pocket.

Confused and bewildered, I stagger a little bit, and watch as he stomps purposefully on my monster truck, and then my sports car. A chill fills my body and tears well in my eyes. They were my favourite!! I lose balance with how sad I feel and fall onto my bum, sniffling and crying quietly. I feel so confused; so scared. Why is Daddy breaking my toys?

I wonder if Daddy is going to embrace me as I keep my eyes closed, almost too scared to open, thinking I did something really wrong to upset him. Nothing seems to come. Sniffling, I open my eyes, and my father is standing there, tapping his shoe, like he's waiting for something. I don’t know what to do.

“And is the future king of the land going to cry every single time he doesn't get his way?!” He growls, which only makes me even more scared. A whimper and a whine escape my lips. I don't understand what's happening! I was just playing with my cars. What did I do wrong?

“Well, I'm going to teach you what happens if you don't man up soon.” His tone strikes my ears like daggers, but suddenly he strolls up to me. Maybe now I can be comforted? I raise my paws to be picked up in hope.

Instead I feel my wrist being forcefully tugged so hard that I fear it might be pulled off. I see some fur fall off of it. That hurts!! I cry harder, so confused and sad that Daddy is hurting me. I feel my ears wilt all the way back, tail tucking in-between my legs.

He drags me to the back door of the palace, my body bumping against the grass. My mind is screaming at me to do something; maybe to run, but he keeps pulling and dragging me. He pulls me over to his rocking chair, and he sits down.

It all happens so quickly as he lifts me up in the air, my nose picks up the faint scent of frustration. For a brief moment I feel sick as my tummy churns. Now I'm laying on my front, and my bum feels really cold. Without even knowing it my tail tucks itself underneath. He's pulled my shorts down!! Embarrassed, I reach for the hem of them but I feel a large, heavy paw spank my own away from me. Ow!! I feel something so embarrassing that I wail; he's pulling down my underwear!!

“Dadd-”

*WHAP!* I feel a stinging, burning sensation spread all around my buttocks and my upper legs. The pain is really intense and I can't control myself or stop myself from kicking, my paws flailing in the air. My mind is frozen in shock as my nerves scream out in agony. My muzzle hangs open, ears jutted up in fear, but nothing comes out, save for a few coughs and splutters.

*WHAP!!* The second blow hits and my entire body rocks forward and rebounds back quickly, making my chest hurt lots. I feel like I'm going to be sick now as the pain shoots up my bum, back, and my front. My brain briefly unsticks itself to plead. “PLEASE DADDY, NO MORE!!!” My voice aches and cracks from how shrill and desperately loud my voice has been. It's the loudest I've ever shouted.

*WHAP!!!*

Everything becomes a blur and I feel like I faint; everything goes darker and darker, but I still feel the sharp sting in my head. The voice in my head screams for some kind of clarity, some kind of sense, some kind of love.

Still hurting, I open my eyes, but I'm back in my bedroom, clothed. Curiously I'm still about the same age, I think? But I'm standing up. Daddy is opposite me, with what looks like a fox man the same age as him, maybe a bit younger and much shorter, with really, really big ears.

“This is Torna,” states Daddy, his face emotionless and still, body as stiff as a corpse. I gasp, my fur standing on its end, and suddenly fear the worst. “Please daddy, don't give me away?!” I blurt, tears already filling my eyes, as they have done nearly every day over the past few months. I feel my tail raise up between my legs again, my body quivering.

Daddy shakes his head lightly. “Don't worry, Ben. Torna here is to look after you whilst I look after my Kingdom. Think of him like an Uncle.”

I look at the fennec, who bows at me in a really pretty way. No one has bowed at me before; it feels sort of nice, in a weird way. A deep relief spreads through my body, and my fur relaxes. There it is again, that same headache. It's pounding right at the front-side, although now it's moving to the middle-back as everything turns black again.

I'm awake! Although I feel different. Stronger… taller. I look down and see I've had a growth spurt, and my fur has darkened a little bit. I'm also wearing a snug-fitting robe as my only garment. I look around and remember that I'm in the training hall, and Torna is standing there, looking expectantly at me. Of course! Karate practice.

I quickly close the distance towards him, and attempt a sweeping strike, just like we had practised before. Like usual, Torna is too quick, and manages to completely dodge my attack. I see sweat glistening under the fur of his sandy forehead.

Too slow, junior,” he smirks. That awful grin always makes me angry! I take a second lunge at him whilst he's not expecting, and whack his neck. In an instant, he collapses to the ground. I gasp, suddenly worried that I hurt him, though he quickly stands up, giving a few applause claps.

“That's enough training for today. Why don't we practise some algebraic expressions? You're soon to be the King of the whole island; it'll take more than Karate skills to rule the kingdom, you know.”

I scoff. “I’ve told you before! I haven't signed up to be king, and I'm never going to. I totally got you there!” I smirk. Sometimes Torna likes to tease me about becoming the King, even though I don't want to. I want to be a musician, just like Mumwas!

Torna chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Well, you are eight now, and your muscles are really growing. But…”

He pulls me aside, trapping me against the wall just before the hall exit. Is this part of training? He's looking at me intensely; I can feel his eyes burning against mine, and the gentle brush of his tail against mine, tucked in-between my legs. Despite his age, I’ve grown to be just as tall as him.

His eyes scan me deeply; like he’s looking deep within my expression for something. My face falls in confusion. “He hasn't told you, has he?” Spits the fennec in the most angry voice I've ever heard him use, his eyebrows creasing. Fear quickly floods my body and the urge to run away fills me, but I freeze, confused.

“Told me what?” I ask, desperate to know what could be so important, my ears wilting sharply.

Torna takes a step back, growls lowly to himself, looking down before matching my eye level.

“Benjamin, you are the only rightful heir to the throne. You are to be coronated as the King as soon as your father steps down, or passes away. You did once have an older brother… but since he is no more, I'm afraid you will have no choice but to take up the throne. Don't you see? This is why your father has been so hard on you, so desperate for you to learn and fight. He wants to prepare you so that you are ready to lead the kingdom.”

I had a brother? I'm going to be King?!?! So many questions float in my aching, pounding head and I stay frozen, paralysed in fear. I'm going to be a King. THE King. I'll be trapped in a palace all day, like Dad is, and grow fat and miserable like him!!

“It's not fair!!” I protest. “I don't want to be king!” I yell. Torna grunts at me, and shakes his head.

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