FSE

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Earth History

Earth, a large planet in the Milky-Way System. It was a world of beauty, rich forest, amazing creatures, and deep oceans. Earth had once been home to a vast range of beings, first the Dinosaurs, giant creatures that roamed the planet with no true purpose. Next came the humans, many different evolutions of them, all the way from clueless cave dwellers, to advanced technological masters.

After many years on it, Humans abandoned Earth, worried that their dangerous experiments and technology had destroyed the planet. Thankfully this had not been the case, Earth, over the next 1000 years had recovered, but was forgotten by the now incredibly advanced human race. Instead a new species began to evolve on the planet, animals once though as brainless began to develop.

Soon normal animals spoke, others could walk on two legs. Soon the race known as Furs were born, humanoid animals with all the abilities of a human. It was this race that soon populated the planet. They advanced quickly, quicker than the humans had, yet in different ways. Things Human's had considered nothing more than myths, like dragons, unicorns, magic, supernatural things, were all true to the furs.

Magic became an everyday thing, making life easier for those who could use it, and even for those who couldn't. Six Thousand years have passed since the day furs were born, now they rule the planet just as humans once had.

Chapter 1 - Beginnings

Ryan closed his eyes and accepted the painless blackness that had begun surrounding him. He didn't even feel the blade being removed from his chest, or the screams of his younger brother kyle and the rest of the furs. As the life left his body and his soul disappeared into the afterlife...

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One Year Ago

Ryan hissed slightly as he stared into the mirror in front of him, his lip was bleeding, he had a cut on the side of his face, his fur was stained with blood and he was missing a tooth. He had gotten into another brawl today, over his feminine looks, for some reason the fact he looked so much like a girl really pissed most of the orphans off, not that Ryan had any idea why.

He was always getting in fights, for an eight-year-old cat anthro Ryan had fought more than any other person he knew. It seemed like everyday he got in a fight for something. Sighing Ryan turned on the water and slowly began to wash the blood out of his fur. The Orphanage Healer had stopped treating him for fights a long time ago, thinking that he was the one who caused them.

As he washed the blood out of his fur it's normal color started to become visible. His fur was short, and a beautiful shiny brown. It covered most of his body, except for his chest, face, in between his legs, crotch, and the very beginning of his tail. That fur was a lighter whitish brown, that stood out in great contrast with his brown fur.

Turning off the water Ryan rubbed his eyes and tried to smile, but even as he did the smile didn't reach his aqua blue slit eyes. Exiting the bathroom Ryan wandered to his small bed and dresser, opening it he got out some clothing. As he got dressed he wished the caretakers would buy him different clothing, it was hard to forget his slender feminine looks and build, when all they bought him were tight form fitting clothes.

With a frown Ryan started to get dressed, visiting hours were starting and if he wanted to be adopted he needed to be down there. Grabbing a pair of tight blue jeans, a leather belt and a tight sleeveless dark orange shirt he quickly pulled them on. Figuring he wouldn't be going outside Ryan didn't bother putting on shoes, but he did remember to grab his collar and put it on.

His collar was a pitch black leather collar with a silver buckle, it was the only thing he had of his parents and he always wore it. Fully dressed and presentable Ryan wandered downstairs, he entered into the main room and spotted the other cubs chatting away with anyone near them. With another deep echoing sigh Ryan wandered over to the corner of the room and sat down in a chair.

Pulling a book of the shelf he flipped it open and began to read...

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An hour later and Ryan was in a horrible mood, he hated these visiting times. Couples constantly approached him and told him he looked beautiful, only to gasp when he told them he was male. None of them stayed to talk after he told them that, which unfortunately he had grown quite used to. Ryan was just about to open his book again when he heard it, a small voice calling out coupled by a few others laughing.

Climbing out of the chair Ryan wandered following the voice, after a few minutes he found himself at the entrance to the basement. No children were allowed down there, but the door was open and the voices were coming from below. Gathering his courage Ryan headed down the stairs and into the basement, at the bottom he couldn't help but gasp.

Shelves lined the walls, and all the shelves were filled with boxes with names on them. In the middle of the room a young wolf cub, who could be no older than four was tied to a pillar his feet dangling in the air. Ryan spotted the clothing, the boys cries for his mother, and instantly knew this boy was not an orphan.

Surrounding the cub were two boys, both of them foxes. Both of them were chuckling loudly and taunting the cub. Calling him names, and smacking him so it hurt, but would cause no damage. Knowing what he had to do Ryan stepped forward, his claws extending from his paws and feet. As he took a step his claws clicked against the ground, they were longer than normal because he hadn't had them trimmed in a few weeks.

The two boys around the young cub turned at the sound of his claws clicking against the ground, both of them gasped and took steps back in fear. Though the older kids beat on Ryan, he was well known for his incredible fighting skills. He always gave as good as he got, sometimes better.

"It would be a good idea to leave now," he said quietly, his voice carrying through the room.

Both of the boys nodded and rushed out of the room. Ryan waited until they were past him before rushing forward, he easily cut the ropes holding the boy and caught him before he hit the ground. He wasn't prepared for the cub to wrap his short furry arms around his neck, and begin to sob softly into his shoulder.

Ryan patted him awkwardly on the back, blinking as a loud crinkle echoed, and carried him back upstairs. Entering the main room he was immediately greeted with the sight of a wall of boys in front of him. Three of them were older kids, a lion, a tiger and a bear, but the other two were the foxes from before. All of them were glaring at him ominously and cracking their knuckles with sneers on their faces.

Ryan sighed and moved to put the cub down, only to find the young cub wouldn't let go. He swore mentally as the group of bullies charged forward. Using one arm to hold the cub he began to block any attacks that got close to him, which were few and far between. Ryan had always had an unnatural talent for fighting, he was easily able to 'sense' coming attacks and react in seconds.

Yet only being able to use one arms wasn't helping Ryan, he was being pushed back towards the stairs. As he stepped back again Ryan knew he was in trouble, another step and he would tumble down the stairs, taking the cub with him. Sighing he braced himself as the lion kicked towards him. Pushing with his feet he fell backwards down the stairs, he bit his lip to muffle a scream as he slammed harshly into the ground.

He heard two loud noises right than, a loud crinkle, and a loud crack as his ribs broke. Breathing heavily and too injured to move, Ryan could do nothing as the bullies walked down the stairs towards them. Just as the bullies stepped down to the ground and pulled their legs back to kick them, a loud voiced echoed form the top of the stairs.

"Stop right now!"

The bullies ignored the voice and swung their legs forward to kick, it was a stupid thing to do. None of them were prepared for what happened next as the woman spoke again, this time her voice echoing in a strange language, " Ai tar iadyl si maedol vyr thys shaelyrn! Shol saes!"

Roots of trees and plants burst through the magically reinforced wooden floor, and bound the bullies before they could finish their kicks. With that Ryan was aware enough to hear someone run down the stairs, and a feminine voice talk down towards him. But Ryan was in too much pain to notice, his arm slipped out from around the cub and dropped to the ground.

The last thing Ryan heard before he fell unconscious was the same feminine voice, "Your going to be okay kitten."

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Ryan looked around himself in confusion, how in the world had he gotten here? Or better yet, where was here? Gazing around him Ryan observed that he was in a plain, everyday, simple bedroom. It had a small bed, dresser, wall mirror, garbage can and laundry hamper. The walls were all white, and the carpet was a faint grey.

Stepping forward Ryan pushed open the door and walked through it. A long plain hallway greeted him, it stretched quite a distance and was completely white. The walls were bare and he couldn't even see the end, only a long hallway of white. Shrugging Ryan started walking forward, one foot in front of the other.

Hours seemed to pass and Ryan finally found himself in front of a door, pushing it open he walked through. To his surprise everything around him had completely changed, most importantly there was no more white. He now appeared to be in some sort of black void, and he was floating like there was no gravity. Looking around Ryan saw darkness in every direction, nothing but darkness stretching on and on.

Spinning around in the air Ryan wondered if he should try and go deeper into the darkness. After a few seconds he decided he had nothing better to do. Pushing himself forward through the gravity-less air Ryan suddenly felt something was wrong. Spinning around he came face to face...with darkness, the door had disappeared.

"You have arrived," rasped an echoing voice.

"Who said that!" exclaimed Ryan spinning in the black nothingness.

"I have waited for you," rasped the voice, "But you do not even know what I am...what you are!"

"Show yourself!" exclaimed Ryan

"But you already see me," rasped the voice with a dry chuckle, "Just look down."

Ryan growled and swung his head to look down. The sight that greeted him was a pool of crystal clear water, shinning in it was his reflection. Ryan wondered what type of joke this was, how could whatever was talking to him be him, he was himself...wasn't he?

Suddenly his reflection began to ripple, until he saw his eyes flash crimson. He couldn't react as his reflection flung itself forward, rising through the water with a physical body. Ryan blinked in shock and than screamed in pain as his changed reflection slammed into him. With a loud, "Ouf," Ryan hit the ground his odd reflection on top of him.

"I am free, awakened for all time," rasped his reflection it's voice slowly changing to match a deeper version of Ryan's.

"What are you?" questioned Ryan

"You really haven't figured it out!" exclaimed his reflection shocked before it smirked and leered at him, "I'm you, and now you have no choice but to be me."

Ryan didn't even have time to blink before his reflection pierced it's paw into his chest. Ryan screamed and watched in horror as his reflection slowly started to meld with him. He could feel 'something' entering his mind and found he was no longer able to move. Suddenly his body stood and he found himself staring into a mirror.

"We are one," said Ryan his voice a mix of his normal tone, and a slightly deeper one.

Ryan's world collapsed back into darkness...

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With a loud gasp Ryan awoke from the sleep and horrible nightmare that had plagued him. Breathing heavily he allowed his gaze to wander around the room, it was an average sized room and seemed to be made for a younger cub. The walls were a pale baby blue, with cloud painted onto them. There was a wooden trim along the bottom, oak he believed, and a fluffy blue carpet.

Inside the room it was furnished with everything a cub could need. A large bed, with what appeared to be an incredibly thick mattress. A desk for writing and studying, a toy-box, and a large walk in closet. Asides from the closet there were also two doors leading from the room, both of them made of a beautiful oak wood.

Throwing off the covers Ryan saw that he was naked, blushing slightly he climbed out of bed and headed over to the walk in closet. Looking around he saw all the clothing was far to small for him, it appeared to be for a young cub, maybe four or a little older. It was too bad really, because there were all types of clothes in the closet.

Shirts, jumpers, jeans, pants, sweaters, shoes, belts, tights, shorts and a whole bunch of other things. The one thing that immediately caught Ryan's notice though, was that there didn't seem to be any type of underwear. Which he had to admit was a little odd, but than some furs didn't even wear any clothing, so he figured not wearing underwear was pretty tame.

Shaking his head Ryan decided he needed to figure out where he was, and who else might be around. The best way to do so of course, would be to breath in deeply and analyze all the scents. Breathing in deeply Ryan sorted through the scents he could smell, trees, leaves, fresh grass, water where among the scents. But there was one that he couldn't quite place, it was the strongest, followed by the unmistakable scent of wolf.

Looking around Ryan tried to see if there were any rune crafter in the closet, most people had them nowadays. A Rune Crafter was a powerful magical crafter that could alter any non-organic object it came into contact with. Ryan knew he could use it to re-size some clothing, but just as was his luck, there wasn't one anywhere in sight.

Realizing there was nothing he could do Ryan headed out of the closet, looking between the two doors he headed to the closest one. Pushing it open he saw that it lead to a beautiful hallway, filled with a few plants and a couple pictures. Closing the door he decided he would save that for latter, instead he headed to the other door and pushed it open.

What he was greeted with shocked Ryan quite a bit. He had entered what appeared to be a bathroom, it had a sink, bathtub, and massive multi-nozzle shower, but appeared to be missing a toilet. Even weirder was instead it had a large changing table, that was almost double the size of a baby one. Reaching forward Ryan opened the small cupboards on the changing table.

He found himself starring at basic diapering supplies, except for one small difference. They were bigger than what most cubs wore. Blinking a few times Ryan shrugged, if he was guessing right the cub this room belonged to was only four, sometimes it took longer for some to be potty-trained than others. Closing the cupboard Ryan turned and headed back to the door to the hallway.

Pushing the door open Ryan glanced around to make sure no one was around, he really didn't want to be seen naked, it was just something he didn't like. Slowly exiting the room and shutting the door behind him Ryan started walking down the hallway, glancing at the pictures that lined it as he did so. The first thing he noticed was that all the pictures were of two wolves, one of them a cub, and the other an adult.

The second thing was that the cub in all the pictures, was the boy from earlier, making the other wolf obviously his mother. The third and final thing he noticed, was that the boy was always dressed mostly the same, always wearing a shirt...and a diaper. Other than that nothing was really weird about the pictures, except for the fact he felt weird when looking at the young cub. Like something warm was spreading around inside him, just waiting to be released.

Turning Ryan continued down the hallway, on his way he looked in two more doors. One lead to what was obviously the mothers room, and the other to what appeared to be a sort of mini library. Other than that all there was left was a long staircase leading to the main floor. Breathing deeply and straining his senses Ryan tried to see if anyone was down there. When he didn't feel anyone he slowly started heading down the stairs, only to stop as he heard something rattle and shake.

It took him only a second to home in on the door, it looked like someone was coming inside. Breathing deeply Ryan wondered what he should do, he didn't want to meet someone he had never met before well he was naked. But it was too late, the door swung open and Ryan found himself looking down towards two wolves, who were both looking up at him.

Even though he was super embarrassed, Ryan took the moment to examine both of the wolves in front of him. Both of them had thick black fur over their bodies, except for their faces, chests, and headfur that was bright white. The cub's hair was very short, laying flat and spiking forward to hand down just over his eyes. The older woman's hair was long and extended straight down to her neck, before spiking at the ends.

Both of them had bushy furred black tails, except the cub's tail had a white tip. They also both had brilliant cyan colored eyes. The cub had a slender body, and an athletic build surprising for someone his age. The woman had a slender body was well, along with quite a few feminine curves. Other than that nothing else really stood out to Ryan.

The woman, who he guessed was about twenty-three or something, was wearing a long red dress, but no shoes. The cub, who he still thought was four, was wearing a bright red t-shirt, and a thick disposable diaper that was soaking wet.

Everyone blinked a couple times, before the cub suddenly rushed forward and jumped into Ryan's arms. Ryan caught him and wrapped his arms under the cub's diapered butt to support him, the wet diaper not bothering him at all. What was bothering him was the stiffy he was developing, and the fact he was sure the mother could see it. It was odd, but it was definitely true, the young cub being in his arms was turning him on.

Ryan had never though about sex or anything else before, he was only eight after all. Yet looking and holding the young cub certainly made him think about it, he knew he was going to need a shower.

A very cold shower...