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"NOOO!" I cried as I woke up. Mommy, who was dozing next to me to woke up and immediately was all over me.

"Jacob! What happened? Are you okay?" She pulled me into a hug. "It's only a nightmare sweetie, just go back to bed, we can talk about it later, unless you want to now?" At this point, going to sleep was not even an option for me. I couldn't close my eyes if I wanted to, for fear of that human "scientist" showing his ugly face again.

At this point, with my hysteria transferred over to my mother, I took advantage of that fact.

"Mm thh." I mumbled, forgetting about the pacifier that was in my muzzle.

"What was that dear?"

"I'm thirsty." I said pulling out the pacifier.

"Oh alright then sweetie. Try this, it might help you fall asleep again. I know you might be a little old for this, but it never hurt someone to try being a newborn again, not that anyone has ever tried before." What she did next was completely unexpected. She unbuttoned her nightshirt exposing her breasts.

"What? Are you serious Mommy?" I cried, "I thought you can't make milk unless someone new is born right? You don't look like you're holding a kit." I poked her belly for good measure.

"No, no honey, I'm just making milk all of a sudden again, I don't know why, but I think we should take advantage of this situation, having it like this and all. I'm going to be going to see the doctor about it tomorrow anyways. At least that's what I think." She said laughing.

'That's strange, a few days ago I dreamed of being a newborn kit again. Well this is certainly convenient.' I thought as I let myself be carried in her arms and let my mouth be guided to her breast.

"Oh and honey please don't bite, I think I'll be losing a lot more than my milk if you do." She said smiling knowingly. She only had to see the look of innocent anticipation on my face to understand my wants.

I just nodded, too engrossed in the fact that I would be getting a breastfeeding for the first time in about 3 years.

'WOW that is amazing!' Was all I thought as I sucked. The milk tasted so much better than the milk we bought from the stores. I was in rapture as my small frame was supported by my mommy. She held me by my padded rump as I sat and nursed, this position suddenly unlocked memories held in by the lock of age. I felt safe, secure and loved more than ever in that moment. I knew that nothing, not even my nightmares could get me if my mommy were here to protect me.

Unfortunately for me, it ended rather quickly for me and I soon was sucking on an empty breast. Seeing this, Mommy quickly, but gently moved me from her left to her right breast. As if nothing had happened, I continued to suck until that was gone too.

"I love you Mommy." I murmured, the milk had gone to my head and I felt extremely sleepy again. It was hard to believe that in the space of 24 hours, I had gone from "professional" soccer player to newborn fox kit. I must admit that I did enjoy the security coming from my mother at my times of need.

"I know you do sweetie, try and get some sleep." She pulled me close to her, began to rock me until I slowly began to get sleepier, humming all the while. Just before I fell asleep, she gently pushed my pacifier between my teeth and pulling me into a hug, went under the covers. In the space of a minute, my mommy had managed to make me fall asleep in the wake of yet another nightmare, an impressive feat.

However, milk or no milk, I still had these nightmares to deal with.

I dove back into the world of dreams only to find myself not where I was expecting myself to be. I was instead in an exotic world of the likes I had never seen before.

"Come on Jacob, nice hunting today, lets get a move on and get home before sunset!" I turned towards the voice to find a human, he seemed nice enough, he looked older, had a straw hat and blue overalls that seemed to be made of the same stuff my leisure clothes were made of. The moment my ears heard the voice, my body immediately followed the command and immediately began to walk towards him.

'STOP! STOP IT!!' I tried to say it out loud, however my body would not obey my commands at all. I then noticed what was extremely wrong. Not only were my legs touching the ground, but my arms too were touching the ground. I sometimes used my forepaws for running and sprinting, but for walking, that was a sin. 'OH the ignominy! Get up you useless body!' Here was a human forcing me to walk on all fours, but why was my body not responding to me?

I then looked at my body when I heard a jingling sound coming from my throat. 'No, this has gone on enough! STOP!' I screamed into myself when I saw that not only was I stark naked, not even a diaper, but I had a COLLAR around my throat.

'NOO!' Was all I could scream into myself as I slowly closed the distance between the man and me.

"Good foxie, I think you deserve a treat!" He congratulated as I made it to him. *Splat* That sounded disgusting, but what I saw was a raw hunk of bird meat, pheasant by the smell that my nose told me.

'Puh-lease' I thought in a sarcastic manner as I expected my body to walk away and ignore the meat. Nope, I should have known better, my body, or the primal fox's body I guess, dipped down and ate the meat straight off the ground. 'UGHH!' It was cold, slimy and didn't even taste nice. The texture alone disgusted me, but mixed with the pieces of dirt on the ground gave the meat a crunchy texture that definitely did not seem healthy.

'I've become a slave of this man.' That's impossible, how am I still this small still, my fur now has a much more "mature" tone than what I had. I kept thinking about these things all the way to the man's house, which was nothing more than a shack of sticks kept up by nails and tar.

"We seem to have a visitor today Jacob, why not come on up here." Not waiting for a reply, like I could have even if I had wanted to, he lifted me like... a dog right up onto the table. He didn't lift me like my parents did, he lifted me with the amount of concern one would give to a dog, a primal that's been domesticated I mean, not to offend my friends or anything.

"Hey Mark, I think I can get a fine price on the market for Jacob here, whaddya think?" He asked in the strangest accent I had ever heard.

"He seems healthy enough, got a nice fur coat, seems tame enough am I right?" He asked scratching the fur on my neck.

It didn't feel like much, however the primal fox's opinion differed from mine and it was really his that mattered. He, let out some murmurs of satisfaction and some mews, like a cat.

This was too much for me to handle. I thought as hard as I could, 'STOP IT DON'T TAKE THIS FROM THEM!'

'But why?' What? I don't think I heard that correctly.

'W-What do you mean? How can you talk? Aren't you feral?' I asked myself, er the voice that was controlling this fox's body.

'Just because my body can't talk or because I didn't answer you the first time doesn't mean I can't talk.' My mind seemingly replied to me.

'How is this even possible, anyways why are you taking this? Can't you run away?' I argued against "my own" mind.

'JUST STOP IT GET OUT FUCKING LEAVE DAMMIT!' The sudden outburst surprised me. I didn't even know what those words meant, but I knew it was bad. I could always ask Mommy later right?

'Well sorry to interrupt you, I guess I'll try to leave then since it seems that you're enjoying yourself so much. ' Surely enough, I began to fall asleep again, becoming ever so lethargic in my thinking. Falling asleep was surely inevitable, the same feeling that one gets when watching a favorite T.V show and nodding off, unable to stop himself.

When I woke up in the 'real?' world, I was back to being a kit, not a primal kit, but a normal 3 year old evolved Red Fox kit. Lucky for me, I had a pacifier in my mouth that prevented me from screaming out. The dream had scared the living daylights out of me and I showed it. I sucked even harder on it and lay there in my mommy's embrace with tears streaming down the fur on my face. I cried for myself mostly, but deep inside I couldn't help but feel pity for the poor feral.

"It's only a dream... it's only a dream... it's only a..." I whispered to myself until I remembered what my other "dream" had said to me.

"Remember Jacob, it's your choice to believe whether this is a dream or whether your other life is a dream. Keep that in mind." - Coeden

"No No No!" I moaned through the pacifier to myself shivering in her arms, but there was always that possibility that would stuck in the back of my head. 'What if it is true? What if this life is a dream?'

My mommy, who woke up the moment she heard me begin to moan immediately shook me gently to make sure I wasn't in the middle of another "nightmare".

"Jake, kit, are you alright dear?" She asked, I didn't need to turn around to know that she had a concerned look on her face.

"No Mommy, I'm not, I-I feel so horrible, I can't get rid of these nightmares." I said sniffling through the tears.

"Poor Kit, I wish there were some way I could help you, would you want to talk about it with Mommy?" She asked attempting to sympathize with me.

My pitiful whimper in reply was answer enough for her to invest her time comforting me and holding me close to her. She buried me in her warm embrace and began to rub my belly, I immediately felt safer and more comfortable with her next to me, this continued for a few more minutes. When I felt much better, I turned around in her arms and just barely was able to hug her around her neck and bury my face in the forest of warmth that was her neck fur.

Although all the sleep was gone from me, I still wanted to stay with her for as long as I could, even though the feeling of safety I had always felt when in my mommy's presence was gone, I could still feel the comfort and warmth that love always brought. It was then that I realized something that no kit, pup or cub could have ever experienced before, I would never feel safe again.

I was in a war, and my enemy was my own mind, constructing abstract stumbling blocks in order to satiate it's sadistic greed. Was I sadistic? No, my mind, or more accurately, my subconsciousness was; or so I thought.