Hard Times: Chapter 1
#16 of Discontinued
Alright, this was originally supposed to be a story like Scent of a Male, various situations that all lead to yiff with Trent being a sub little fox. However as I typed this up I couldn't stop until it came out like this, now as a fair warning 'BAD THINGS' happen to the little fox, mental and physical abuse all in one little twisted scene.
You've been warned so no complaints about it please.
Also thanks to my editor that looked over the story to make sure things are in order, if anyone spots mistakes let me know in a PM or a comment and they will be fixed.
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In the large building dozens of students move up and down the halls, all species of all different sizes roam the halls of the large high school, a mixed school that even had the occasional human slipping through the large furs that dominated most of the space in the halls. Like normal schools, the normal groups of teenagers are gathered together, the nerds and geeks as they are called together talking over video games and technology, the preps acting their normal way and saying the word 'like' far too many times to make separate sentences. The Goths and outcasts are spread out in smaller groups, hanging out only with select furs and humans. Finally the last major group would be the jocks, the all-star quarterback making his way through the hall with the tougher members of his team, though a small fox in the middle of them stands out as being 'out of place.'
The small fox was dwarfed by the larger and heavier furs and humans around him. He looked frail compared to them and by any standards he probably was from the way he kept his eyes down while he carried several backpacks in his arms and on his back, obviously being the mule for the jocks that surrounded him. Slowly coming to a stop the quarterback turns to the small fox, being a large bull with equally large horns and a gold nose ring just like the ferals. The bull smiles down to the small fox as he looks up, immediately holding up the bull's backpack.
"Good boy," the bull's cocky voice came, giving the fox's head a pat before taking his bag, treating him like he was just a cub.
"Now, I hope you remembered to do all of our homework," came a lean cheetah's voice as he pulled his backpack from the fox's left arm. The fox fanned his ears back, looking to the larger furs around him.
"Um...yes, it's a bit difficult since your all sophomores and senior, and me being a freshmen but I think all the questions are..." the little fox was cut off by the bull grabbing him by his shirt and nearly ripping him straight off the ground.
Pulling the small fox so their noses were nearly touching, the bull's foul breath made the fox want to crinkle his nose, but he refrained.
"Look here Trent, the only reason I'm letting you follow me around and have our protection is because your brother was one of the best line-backers this school ever had, so every answer better be right or you'll regret it." He shoved the fox back, sending him to the ground with a grunt.
Snorting, the bull turns with the rest of the team and moves off as the bell rings. Trent slowly pushed himself up as everyone begins filing out without paying him any mind, though he didn't seem to care as he picked himself up and started down the hall, unaware of the eyes on him.
Trent sat in class silently, not even bothering to say anything as the teacher skipped over him during roll call. The small fox just sat in the back of the class with his head resting on his arms. He was a normal looking fox by the means of color, his coat being a auburn red with black tipped ears gloves and socks, white running from the sides of his muzzle and down his front. His build however was very small, he stood no taller than five foot nine, if not smaller and was very thin, though not enough to be able to call him anorexic or bulimic, he was just a small fox in a school that his older brother had gone to. He had been the popular one, and Trent was the little brother that couldn't fill his shoes.
He wasn't the smartest fur in the school nor was he good at sports or any club activities, he couldn't fit in no matter how hard he tried. The only way he could avoid getting a daily beating was finding himself some protectors, the goths found him to be too depressing, the nerds found him too weak, and he just couldn't be a prep. The jocks were the only ones to look at him because of his brother, the all time linebacker that could smash through defensive lines and get a touchdown from any yard line. He would have been expected to go pro if he hadn't died from a car crash after visiting their mother in the hospital. A drunk driver had taken him out from the front right side doing seventy.
Ever since that day Trent had to fend for himself, his father lived with him but was a hard drinking construction worker. He wasn't a bad man, but never had time for his son. He didn't beat Trent, though never being there was abuse all the same. Trent never complained about it though, since his father had a hard enough time with his mother being in the hospital.
As the bell rang he lifted his head and slowly pushed himself up, starting to go out of the classroom, but was held back by the teacher, a tall wolf who was also his homeroom writing teacher.
"Trent, I didn't see you when I called roll, you should speak up if you're here," the wolf said, flipping through some papers and writing something down.
The wolf was nice, as were several of the teachers. They tried to help but Trent just didn't know how to accept something like that, he'd done everything on his own for so long that he just wouldn't let anyone else in to try and see if they could fix whatever they thought was wrong.
"I've been looking over some of your work and I've checked against some of the higher grades. It seems that your hand-writing looks awful close to Mr. Ranner, the lead quarterback for our football team..." The wolf looked to the emotionless fox as he stared blankly back at the teacher.
The wolf sighed softly "Look Trent, I know what's going on at home and I know what the football team has you doing, but I can't help if you don't speak up about it." Trent had heard this all before, the last teacher that told him that didn't help him when he was beaten by six students that were forcing him to do their homework.
Shaking his head he thought "I guess we just write similar, I'll start writing my work in cursive so he can tell the difference." Turning himself around he quickly made his way from the room with the wolf calling out for him to stop, but he quickly moved around the corner before the wolf could stop him.
Trent decided to skip second period, he just didn't feel like sitting in for typing class, an unimportant class that he didn't fit into just like every other class. He sat outside against the side of the school, next to the tennis courts, the chain link fences were covered in that green material so the tennis balls didn't get stuck in the fence. Sitting on the sidewalk between the school and tennis court, he stared up at the sky as the white fluffy clouds floated by, blocking out the sun. As he sat there staring at the sky his ears twitched as he heard footsteps coming toward him. Jumping up he moved in the opposite direction in case it was a teacher, the last thing he needed was a teacher lecturing him and calling his father about him skipping class.
Turning the other corner and nearly yelping in surprise, he ran headfirst into someone. Jumping back he looked to see whom he had run into, only to blink as he stared at a strange sight. As he tried to make out what he was looking at a face leaned down with a sly smile. The canine looked the little fox up and down after she leaned forward. Seeing that he seemed fixed on staring at her chest, she had to break his line of sight. Trent finally realised that he was eye level with the wolf's chest and that he had been staring at her chest only a few seconds ago and fanned his ears back as his ears burned.
"I-I'm really sorry" he stammered, averting his eyes before looking to his left as he remembered the foot steps and seeing a tall mare standing there with a smile on her muzzle, and two equally tall furs behind her, a feline panther and a female skunk.
Looking back at the wolf before looking to his right, he saw that the other direction was cut off by two other female furs, a doberman and a german shepherd. Suddenly Trent felt trapped and it only worsened as all the furs around him began closing in on him. Backing away he soon found himself surrounded on all sides with his back against the tennis court fence. He didn't know which way to look, all the females were taller than him and his eyes no matter which way he looked would be on the perfect level with their chests.
His ears were as red on the inside as his fur, and if his cheeks could get any redder they were, they would surely neon at the moment. Staring at the ground in front of him, he heard several giggles from the large females around him before his muzzle was lightly cupped and his head was lifted. The mare was smiling down at him, her paw large enough to complete cover his muzzle, she could have crushed it if she wanted but her paw was very gentle and soon she was scratching the underside of his muzzle. Trent didn't realise it until after a moment of scratching that he was murring in pleasure and his ears had fanned out to the left and right in pure enjoyment.
The females around him seemed content to just listen to him murr and giggle at his expression. Looking around from female to female, unsure of what to do and blushing every time one winked at him or blew him a kiss, feeling even more awkward than normal around females but the mares scratching paw kept him from trying to fidget away.
Trent didn't know how long he stood there, unsure of what to do except for murr and enjoy the scratching before the mare's paw slowly moved from his muzzle. Unconsciously his head leaned forward, trying to keep the paw were it was and as the tip of his muzzle brushed against the mares chest he blushed again, quickly moving back, his ears once more fanned back and burning.
The girls around him shared a laugh before the mare placed a paw on his head. The mare was by far the tallest of the group and was completely black with violet eyes, her long mane stretched down to her tail which was barely brushing the ground and she was wearing some tight blue jeans with a tight fitting white shirt that showed off her chest. The wolf that he ran into earlier was a grey wolf, with hazel eyes and was wearing a black sweater vest with a white shirt under it and a crimson skirt that was just over the school regulation.
The doberman was the normal doberman colors, with deep brown eyes wearing a baggy black shirt and some heavy baggy cargo shorts. She also had several silver earrings through her perked ears and an arm wrapped around the german shepherd's waist.
The german shepherd also had normal coloring, though had almost glowing blue eyes that made her stand out, her baggy blue jeans and blue shirt only helped to bring her eyes out, she had her left arm around the doberman's shoulders, both holding each other close.
The panther was completely black, like the mare, though wore white shorts and shirt to make herself stand out, with the clashing colors making her very attractive. Her hair was also white, most likely dyed to make her stand out even more, her eyes were a deep gold and seemed to watch Trent's every movement with a predatory gaze. The skunk next to the panther was the smallest of the group, but Trent could just barely see over her chest and get glimpses of her throat without having to stand on his toes. She wore some simple denim jean shorts and a sleeveless white shirt and was the normal black and white skunk colors, but her red eyes were like the german shepherd's and stood out vividly.
After looking over the females, in between his murrs from the scratching, he was now just standing there since the mare was no longer scratching his muzzle and he really didn't know what to do. Soon his eyes were back on the ground, looking at the sneakers and boots of the females, save for the mare, which had hooves instead of feet. The mares paw began scratching between Trent's ears.
"You really are a cutie aren't you?" came a sweet voice, and Trent gave a small yip as the right side of his neck was nipped, making him jump to the left as the wolfess giggled. The panther was the one he crashed into as he tried to jump away from the wolf.
Blushing as his back rested against the panther, he slowly looked up. He saw her smirking down at him with her strong arms wrapping around and lifting his shirt, making his blush worsen, if that was possible. Some sharp claws gently moving over his lean stomach made him murr and look down, his paws trying to push his shirt down though his struggles were fought off as the skunk pulled his paws behind his back.
Confused and completely embarrassed as the girls giggled, the wolf moved over and rubbed Trent's ears, making squirm and murr more, only to the girl's amusement.
"Well, enough torturing the little guy," said the mare and everyone slowly backed off of Trent, who nearly fell to the ground once he was let go.
Leaning against the chain link fence again as the mare leaned down, placing her right paw next to his head moving to eye level with the small fox,
"Now, your Trent right?" she asked, and soon Trent nodded, making her smile and pet his head lightly with her left paw.
"Well Trent, I'm Xen, the wolf is Erika, the panther is Arburn, Yui is the skunk, the dobbie is Nikki and the shepherd's Heather, and from now on your gonna hang out with us, alright?" Xen's voice was sweet and friendly and her paw felt amazing between Trent's ears, her beautiful smile only helped to push Trent to nod shyly and look off to the side.
Xen smiled and stood up, lightly ruffling Trent's headfur. "Good, you got at least one of us in every class except for fourth and ninth period. One of us will meet you after those classes and when lunch rolls around go to the large tree in front of the school." Trent didn't know what to say, so he only nodded and was petted happily by the mare before everything was broken as the bell rang.
The girls smiled to the small fox and slowly started off, save for Erika who leaned down once again placing both of her paws on either side of Trent's head. "I got class with you this period, heh," she began nuzzling and rubbing her muzzle against the front of Trent's neck, making him blush and make small whimpering noises which only made her nuzzle more. After a few moments of teasing the small fox she pulled away with a smile, giving his cheek a kiss.
"C'mon babe, let's get to class." Taking the fox by the paw she began to walk toward class, making a point that everyone saw her holding Trent's paw as they moved to their third period class.
Trent sat next to Erika during all of third period. He had got several strange looks from furs and humans in the halls and the same thing during all of third period, and he found himself shrinking in his seat. He never liked being watched or stared at, especially from others he didn't know. Third period felt extremely drawn out and when the bell finally rang he quickly made his way out of the room without waiting for Erika. Even though the wolf tried to catch the fox he was pretty quick and could dodge through the crowd of furs easier than the large wolf could.
Trent quickly hid himself in the one place he knew that the girls wouldn't find him, the boy's bathroom. Locking himself in the furthest stall from the door he just sat there, even after the bell rang. He didn't want to leave, he just wanted to hide. He could just hear the rumours that were running around the school right now and he didn't want the attention. Sighing as he heard the bathroom door close, the last person leaving to get to class and him being alone finally, just like he wanted, but another noise came and his ears perked up, the sound of the bathroom door locking.
He stared at the stall door as he heard movement on the other side before the door was suddenly knocked open, the large bull along with several others of the football team standing there. Trent felt his heart skip a beat and he wasn't sure it started up again as he saw the angered look on the bulls face. Reaching in the bull ripped the small fox from the toilet and slammed him against the bathroom wall, making him yelp out in pain.
"You son of a bitch!" the bull yelled out in anger. "You fucking ratted me out to Larrmen, now they're fucking talking about cutting me from the football team cause you've been doing my work." Trent blinked in complete shock.
Larrmen was the wolf from first period that tried to get Trent to sell out all those that were making him do their work.
"I didn't, I swear I.." the air was knocked from his lungs as a wolf slammed his knee into Trent's stomach, the bull dropping him to the ground and he keeled over hacking and coughing as tears fell from his eyes.
The bull kicked him to the middle of the bathroom and the team surrounded him and began kicking and spitting on him, yelling out curses and threats. Trent could only curl up and try and protect him-self as the team beat him. Trent cried in pain and fear that they weren't going to stop until he was dead, clutching his tail tightly between his legs with his left paw as his right arm was moved up to protect his head as the football team continued kicking, punching, spitting and yelling at him.
Whimpering when the blows stopped, too afraid to move, he knew that if he tried they would only hit him more, he heard voices but he wasn't able to make out much. Something about hurting him more he was sure and when he was grabbed by his scruff and thrown into the corner of the bathroom he only curled up.
"Know what, little bitch, I think we should mark you up properly." The sound of a zipper came to Trent's ears and he looked up just in time to feel a warm spray splash against his face. He immediately tried to cover his by burying it in his arms, but his ears were grabbed and his face pulled up. He clenched his eyes shut as the foul smell of urine flooded into his nose, he felt other streams begin to splash onto him and he cried, whimpering in utter sadness as he was peed on, unable to even crawl away.
The streams slowly stopped and Trent was sure that at least every member of the team had just released their bladders on him, curling up and crying clenching his knees to his chest, wishing in whispers that his brother would come save him though he knew that he was alone.
A grip of his scruff and he was dragged into a bathroom stall and his head shoved into a toilet with a firm paw on the back of his head.
"Drink up, bitch." he knew who it was and he wasn't going to let him go until he did what the bull said. Trent stared at the toilet water as his head was shoved down, his face splashing into the water.
Pushing away and crying even harder as his tongue slowly slipped out and began lapping up the toilet water, the only thing he was glad for was that at least the toilet was clean. The bull seemed satisfied with the sound of Trent lapping up the water and pulled him away, throwing him back into the middle of the bathroom where he curled up whimpering and crying. He felt a kick to his back and he yelped in pain,
"Hope you learned your lesson. You tell anyone it was us and next time I'll drown you in the fucking toilet." The bulls voice came with another hard kick to Trent's back making him cry out in pain before he heard the team make their way out of the bathroom, leaving him there coated in their urine, toilet water and completely beaten.
Trent lay there dead to the world. He didn't care anymore. He had been beaten up before but he had never been pissed on or forced to drink toilet water. He didn't feel like crying anymore, he didn't feel like moving but hearing the bathroom door open again he knew that someone was about to find him and he would be taken to the principles office and forced to tell who did this to him.
"Trent" came a girl's voice followed by several footsteps. Slowly looking up he saw the mare Xen and the rest of the girls, he stared at the girls as they quickly moved around him and he found himself slowly starting to cry again, curling up not wanting to be seen like this by them.
Feeling a paw set on his shoulder despite being soaked, he heard the mare talking to her other friends and he was slowly being pulled to his feet. He didn't want to move, but despite that he was lifted up by the mare and quickly carried out of the bathroom. He found himself curling up in the mare's arms against her chest, clenching her shirt tightly as he cried into her shoulder even as he was taken out of the school. The girls made sure no one was around as Xen set Trent in her car, the rest of the girls getting into either Xen's or Ericka's car and soon Trent was being taken somewhere with the girls he didn't even know.
Curling himself up in the backseat of Xen's car, the panther Arburn sitting next to him and lightly rubbing his back, which only made him choke slightly and hic. He began to cry again just thinking over what had happened to him, Trent wasn't sure where he was being taken or where he was all he knew was that he was in Xen's car and she was driving but soon the car came to a stop.
Three doors opened and voices outside were exchanged, other car doors opened and closed before Trent's door was opened. He looked up to see Xen slipping in and picking him up again and he quickly curled up holding tight to the large mare as she carried him somewhere, Trent having buried his face in her shoulder.
He was take somewhere but a door opened and the coldness of an air conditioner could be felt though it was quite a bit colder than was comfortable for Trent but he didn't say anything, several voices were thrown around some familiar and some not but one stood out. A deep voice called out, deeper than normal but still feminine and when Trent felt a large paw, even larger than Xen's lightly slip onto his head he immediately flinched and tried to curl up more, too scared to even look around.
"Mom, this is Trent, something real bad has happened and we found him like this. We couldn't let him be seen like this at school." Xen's voice came with concern in it,
"Yeah, I can understand, alright get him in the shower and try to get that smell off him, I'll get something for you all to eat and something for him to wear" the deep voice came again before Trent was carried off to the bathroom.
It took Xen a few minutes to get Trent to let go of her. Looking at the completely white bathroom, the tiled floor and walls and the large mirror, he looked at himself. His eyes were red from crying and his fur was matted down from what the football team did to him, he couldn't look at himself and quickly turned his head the other way, Xen pulling him into a light hug and petting his soaked head.
He was on the verge of crying again when Xen began to remove his clothes setting them down in the corner. He was embarrassed but didn't fight as the mare pulled his soaked pants and boxers down, she then turned on the shower before standing and undressing herself, now seeing Xen undress made him squirm and turn away from her. Trent flinched when he felt Xen's paws on his shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'm just going to wash you" with that she gently nudged the small fox into the tub, taking the shower head from it's hook and soaking him in water, watching the yellow liquid run down the drain from the small fox.
Trent slowly sat down and curled up as Xen began lathering up some strong scented shampoo, and began working it into his fur as gently as she could. He whimpered in pain, several times, from the beating he received from the football team, the hits having had time to sink in and become sensitive. Xen was as gentle as she could be before she rinsed Trent off and stood up, turning the shower off and drying herself off before helping the fox out. She didn't dare try and use a towel to dry him, instead she blow dried him before wrapping a towel around his waist and slipping out of the bathroom, Trent stood there not daring to move without Xen around, looking at himself in the mirror once again.
His right eye was swollen slightly and the bruised area was noticeable even under his fur, everything hurt even his tail. Turning away again, just as Xen stepped into the bathroom wearing some pants with a white shirt. Taking Trent's paw, she led him out of the bathroom and down the hall. The place was still too cold for Trent's liking but he didn't say anything as he shyly looked around, the floors were covered in lush brown carpet while the walls were a plain white, as was the ceiling.
At the end of the hall was the main door on the right, and on the left was a large living room where all the other girls were. All of them were sitting on the left side of the room on two black leather couches, across from them in a black leather recliner was a large fur.
Xen lead Trent into the living room gaining everyone's attention, the large fur sitting across from the girls was a polar bear. She stood and looked at the small fox, she was even bigger than Xen and was nothing but muscle, unlike the feral polar bears. Trent slipped behind Xen slightly, making the polar bear smile and kneel down. Her fur was completely white, though her eyes were a nice green. She had on some workout shorts and a muscle shirt, and smiled at the small fox hiding behind the mare before speaking.
"Hey there Trent, I'm Lisa, but everyone around here calls me Mom, you gonna come out so I can see you?" she asked in a sweet tone.
Trent didn't know what to do but a light nudge on the back of his head from Xen made him step from behind her. He didn't know where he was or who these girls really were, and after what had happened at school all he wanted to do was go home and go to bed but something urged him to trust these people. Lisa reached out and lightly placed a paw on Trents right arm making him jump and whimper in pain, pulling her paw back and standing up she nodded to Xen.
"Alright, I got some shorts that could fit you, do you feel like staying here tonight?" Lisa asked with a friendly smile, but Trent didn't answer.
His eyes slowly fell to the ground, he didn't know, did he want to stay here or did he want to go home. At home there was only his bed and not much else for him. Xen's paw on top of his head helped make his decision as he shyly nodded to the bear.
Lisa smiled and moved off. "Take him to the guest room Xen, we'll talk about everything else later once he's asleep." With that Xen led Trent off back down the hall into a homely room, Xen was very gentle with Trent as if he was a cracked piece of glass ready to shatter at any moment.
Picking Trent up and slipping him under the covers of the bed, Trent was still naked, though he didn't mind as he sank into the soft bed. It wasn't but a second before he was asleep. Xen smiled at the small fox before stepping from the room, stopping as Lisa met her in the hallway,
"So, what're you going to do? I know you want to help him and I know why you do, but you know just doing this isn't going to just fix him, he's going to be scarred for life by this and from the looks of him he's been through some pain before all this."
Xen sighed "Mom, I'll handle this. Like you said, you know why I want to help him and the girls are with me on helping Trent, even though we just met him today. All it takes is one look at him, I know you want to help him too mom,"
"Xen, I've taken everyone of you girls in from a hard life, but him, he's not an orphan. I mean he's gotta have a family and they're gonna get worried when he doesn't come home tonight, it's not as simple with him as it was with you and the rest of the girls."
The mare sighed heavily and the polar bear moved over, hugging the smaller female. "We'll do what we can for him but in the end he'll have to make the choice like everyone did. Now..." breaking the hug and looking at the mare seriously "What are you going to do to the people that did that to him?"
Xen grit her teeth, "I'm gonna make them scream" came Xen's reply without missing a beat.