Godson
#1 of Godson
Will sauntered over to his favourite spot in his home town, it was a rural town and he considered himself lucky for it. The sport was in a secluded field where the Lion could sit and relax for as long as he wanted. The view looked out over field after field and settled on the nearby city metropolis. The view wasn't why it was his favourite place. It was his favourite because he felt safe here. In the city or the town he was different, he was the new kid in high school and he had just moved there from Africa. Lions were rare here, even though most furs had travelled lions had never really adjusted to the lower temperatures of anywhere except for Africa so had, for the most part, stayed there in the rolling plains. He had spent his life there since his mother, a Cat from New York, had discovered that her son was going to be born. They had moved back after finances had become low and they needed to sell the small farm they had built up over the years.
The reason he needed to feel safe was the football team, they played a sport he wasn't even vaguely familiar to and he didn't realise how much influence the members of the team held. On his first day in high school He had been shoved in the hall and decided to stick up for himself so that people wouldn't treat him like dirt, unfortunately this had the opposite effect. For the last year he had been ignored by most and bullied by the team. A naturally outgoing fur he found it hard to accept but had stuck with it and had found it did not suit him at all, back home he had been popular and outgoing, he hadn't even had to hide the fact that he was gay. Despite this he was often too outgoing he had found that he could really handle his drink and had no problems going out late but they had taken their toll. The last year had been hard not having fun at all, Will didn't care how fun was to be had just that there was some, it was in his nature.
'I reckon nobody even knows my name!'
He muttered miserably to himself and lashed out at a tree, scowling immediately and nursing his toe. 'Bloody tree,' he grumbled irritated. Tomorrow was his birthday and his final year was starting at Met high school and he was determined to have more luck. He decided that he would begin to stand up for himself again and put an end to the attacks, being stubborn had attracted the attention of the jocks, being stubborn would allow him to carve out a place for himself and feel like he was reclaiming his life 'or make it ten times worse,' he thought to himself...
He got home and moodily sulked straight into his room.
'WILL...WILL...? 'his mum called up the stairs 'I need to talk to you about tomorrow.' She had been trying to corner him for weeks. 'I've told you mum there is nothing to talk about! I want to go to bed NOW!' he shouted, perhaps a little to forcefully. She wants to organise something for me with some mates he thought, how do I tell here threes nobody to organise anything for! He dumped his books on the end of the bed and began his fitness regimen. He had gotten bored with being completely out of shape as well as unpopular and had decided that if he was ever to have any luck getting a boyfriend he would have to bulk up. It wouldn't help against the jocks but he was pleased that he had managed to put a bit of muscle on his frame, whilst he wasn't camp he had quite an effeminate build for a lion and he had wanted to get a better body to measure up to that. Now he was fit and happily worked out for two hours before calling it a night, he noticed the clock: 12:01 it read. 'Happy birthday you!' he said catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He began to move towards bed, yawning loudly, as he reached to move his school books he was startled to see his books gone or rather replaced and in their place a bowl of figs and a letter remained placed neatly upon an older different book.
Will paused confused but shook off the perturbed feeling and opened the letter;
Son, you have reached manhood at last and you have been chosen. In light of your situation I have given you this tome to aid your task however this is a road you must begin yourself. The cycle has begun again and you will find yourself at the centre of it all, as your body and mind change be mindful that all your actions will be evaluated. WILL YOU MAKE THE CUT?
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'Eugnnh,' Will began to call his mum but only a strangled noise came out. He didn't understand a word that was said in the letter but one word had stood out, 'Son,' he had a father! His mother had always held back whenever he had asked and here was a letter directly showing that someone out there knew who he was and had cared enough to contact him. 'Fuck it!' he thought to himself I'll ask her tomorrow morning. Sleep came easily for the first time in months and for some reason the future looked brighter.
A note to readers : This is my first foray into furry story writing and yiff is to come of the M/M variety so therefore over 18's disclaimer here. This chapter is mainly scene setting and I hope will give a taste of my writing style etc