This story is not real.
Warning. Contains references of sexual perversion of minors.
If it makes it easier on the furry’s here on SF, then picture all characters as part bunnies.
Contains a mild amount of scat. I can not really explain, lets just say, no one is pooping on anyone else.

You wouldn’t know, not unless you were through it. What the hell am I talking about? Well, where to begin? I guess it all started ten years ago, when I was just twelve-years-old. Was I abused?, I don’t know if you could actually explain it that way. I don’t even know how I should try to explain it. Well I guess in a way, you could still refer to it as abuse… a type of molestation. No matter how much it is enjoyed, it is still looked at badly. It all started in the summer of 78.