This is a first person story from the perspective of a maleherm silver fox cub. This story will evolve into cub sex and incest at some point. This story also contains mental trauma, and death of parents within the prolog. The story will also have scenes of interspecies bullying. There will also be humans but they wont be in any sexual situations. There will be themes of light ptsd and trauma but also recovery. All characters and events are fictional and have no relation to any real life person or events and are a product of the authors imagination. If you are under the age of 18 or don't like any of the above kinks or plots please refrain from reading the story below. The author does not condone nor promote real life pedophilia, child sex, and incest.

Chapter 2: The tribulations of school 
I was waiting for the bus with my older brother. It was a sunny day. It was seven in the morning of August 28, 2008, a Thursday. "So, how long do we have to wait?" I ask. I looked at my brother as he checked his watch. "Only a little longer" He replied. Earlier in the morning, my brother made sure I had everything I needed for the first day of going to the New Mera Educational center. He was very thorough about it. 

The bus arrived soon after he checked his watch. "Try to make some friends, ok?" Hector said. I approached the yellow bus with the number seventy-four next to the door. My ears were folded back, and my tail was limp as I got on it. I could see I was the first stop by the fact I was the only one on it, asides from the driver. I decided to sit near the front of the bus, close to the driver. "Hey, little guy. So you're the fox boy. Xerxes right?" The bus driver said. I shyly nodded. "Well, my name is Mr. Jenkins. If anyone gives you any trouble, let me know" Mr. Jenkins said. He was a male human, I would guess thirty years old. "How old are you? I just haven't met many humans before" I asked. Mr. Jenkins chuckles a little, "I am twenty-seven years old buddy". He adjusted the mirror above him then he began to drive to the next stop.

A few minutes later, some humans my age got on the bus, all boys. I tried to look small as they walked by me. One spotted me and pointed me out to the group. One of them commented on how young I looked. Because of my shortness and my species, we can sometimes look younger than we are, as we don't get wrinkly like humans as they age. Another of them asked what I was, another, my age. I began to feel uncomfortable, and Mr. Jenkins noticed this and said, "Hey guys, we need to move along, and I think you're bothering him and overloading him with questions". The guys went to the far back of the bus.

I saw more humans get on the bus than I have ever seen in my life. I felt anxious and a little jumpy. It was not a good feeling for us foxes as our bladders are weak, a trait we got from our ancestors. My ears were much better than humans. I could hear people talking about me. Some of the girls were calling me cute, and I could hear the guys getting jealous. I focused on hearing the engine as not to continue scaring myself.

"Hey, can we sit with you" Someone said. I freaked out for a second, almost pissed myself. I calmed myself and looked up. I saw two sandcats, obviously brother and sister, twins. They were my age, I guessed. Sandcats naturally look young as they never really lose the look, lucky bastards. "Sure, please let me move my tail first" I said. My tail was going along the whole seat. I moved it behind me, and I could feel it rubbing on my back. It reached my neck even. "So it seems like we are the only furs on the bus. What's your name?" The boy asked. "You're going to scare him, Josh" The sister said. That told me that the brother's name was Josh. "Uhmm... m-my name is-is Xerxes" I said. The boy began to pick up on the fact I was shy. "Well, nice to meet you, Xerxes. My name is Josh, and this is my sister Maranda" Josh said. "Nice to meet you" I said. I got to admit their fur looked so fluffy, and I liked the creamy orange color it had. 

I looked down at my bag for the rest of the ride. All three of us knew we were going to be the focus of everyone talking. I don't think the humans knew furs tend to have excellent hearing compared to humans. I don't recommend trying to talk behind a fur's back, we will hear you. "Xerxes, you might want to retract your claws. They are digging into your backpack" Maranda says to me. I didn't notice it, but I must have unsheathed my claws and sunk them into it with all the anxiety I was going through. Curse my foxy genetics. Fun fact we foxes are the only canid to have retractable claws. To be honest I am surprised they knew. I will have to ask them about it later.

We got dropped off at the school. I went with everyone to the gymnasium for the assembly. They spent too long on where the classes were. We had been told the rooms to go to. They could have just shown us a map with the room names. I knew I had to go to Mrs. Warner's English class first. She was to be my homeroom teacher and my pre-algebra teacher. I was in eighth grade as I am twelve years old. They then went on to talk about the no-tolerance policy with interspecies bullying. They also welcomed us to the school. The assembly ended, and I went to my first class of the day pre-algebra. 

I made it to the class earlier than other students and chose to sit in the front. I ended up sitting down on top of some of my books to be at a better height for the desk. I looked at the teacher, Mrs. Warner. She was a thin, middle-aged human woman. She looked at me with her brown eyes and said, "So you must be Xerxes. My name is Mrs. Warner. I would like to welcome you to our school". "T-thanks m-Mrs. Warner" I said. She saw me look away and must have seen my ears go back. "So you're the shy type. I hope I can get you out of that shell someday" Mrs. Warner said.

The rest of the students entered the classroom. It seems I am the only fur in the class. Mrs. Warner started the introduction to the class. It was long and boring, this is what you will be taught, this is my name and, this is my email. You get the idea. She passed out the pre-algebra books. Then we were told to write our names in the book. I followed the directions. She then passed out some paperwork my brother and I would have to sign. 

It was only thirty minutes before we got into a recap of math from the previous year. I could feel the eyes of the other students on me. I felt like I did not belong there. I focused on the recap and lessons. It was then in the middle of the class, I felt something tug on my tail. It hurt, and I couldn't suppress a yip. I felt the ire of the teacher. I felt my blood go cold. I looked down at my desk. I then curled my tail under my desk. Here I go getting in trouble on my first day of school. 

But I didn't need to worry at all. "Xerxes, are you ok?" Mrs. Warner asks. I finally looked up from my desk and said, "Someone pulled my tail". She looked at the students near me that could have pulled my tail. She then walked through the desks towards us. She asks in a calm voice, "Which one of you pulled his tail?". A few students around me pointed at the boy behind me. I was angry, to say the least. Pulling someone's tail is a great way to cause a fur or animal a lot of pain. Even to touch one's tail, you should ask! She got the kid to sit in a different seat further from me.

"I guess I need to explain why pulling someone's tail is not ok" Mrs. Warner said before sighing heavily. "Pulling a furs tail is painful. Think of it like this it's like a part of the spine, vertebrae. They are smaller and have a lot of joints. The nerves of the tail run in the middle of the bone. So pulling the tail is you pulling on the joints, thus causing the bones to pinch nerves" She said. She looked at the group of human students as they nodded. "Also, Jeb, don't ever touch a furs tail without permission. Got it?" Mrs. Warner asked the student that pulled my tail. The student just shrank more, "Yes Mrs. Warner".

During the rest of the class, there were no more incidents. I was glad when class ended. I then went to English class, and there were no problems there either. It was now time for lunch. I sat down at a round table where no one was sitting. Just as I pulled out the lunch my brother made, Josh and Maranda sat next to me. "So, how did your classes go?" Josh asked. I thought about it and said, "A boy pulled my tail in the middle of pre-algebra. The teacher then went into a lecture on why no one should pull a furs tail. I am surprised that it had to be explained". Maranda was listening eagerly, "Well, are you ok?". I responded, "I am ok". 

"So, who made your lunch?" Josh asked me out of the blue. I don't want to tell them my parents are dead. If I have to hear anyone else bring it up, I know I will have a breakdown having to think about it. So I replied with, "My older brother made it for me". This conversation was ok I thought, and I should stop them from asking me more. "How old is your brother?" Maranda asked. Guess it did not work. "He is nineteen" I said. I began to eat even though they tried to ask me more. I didn't want to answer any more questions. I don't blame them after all, we are the only furs here. So we best try to become friends. 

"So, what is your next class?" Maranda asked. Well, I decided that now that I am done eating, I should answer these talkative felines. "Gym, what do you have?" I ask. "We have gym too. The bell should ring soon" Josh said. We talked for the rest of the lunch period. The bell rang, and the three of us headed off to the gymnasium. We arrived at Mr. Warner's gym class. I wonder, is he the husband of Mrs. Warner? Mr. Warner waited for the rest of the class before handing us some paperwork for our guardians to sign. He then told the kids to get changed. I felt conflicted as I am not a girl or a boy. Which locker room do I use? Mr. Warner took me to the side before I could ask. Good thing too, I did not want anyone to know. Mr. Warner took me outside of the gymnasium and informed me. I was to use the teacher's bathroom to get changed until they can figure out a long-term solution.

He handed me a key to the bathroom. I entered it and got changed into shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. I then walked back to class and began to hand the key back to Mr. Warner. "Foxy, you can keep the key just don't tell my boss, ok?" Mr. Warner said. It felt odd walking into the room, to be honest. I bet the others noticed my absence. I walked towards the group as they were playing around with basketballs when Josh tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, why did you not get changed in the boy's locker room" Josh asked. I knew I had to think fast. "I have my reasons, and they are school approved, ok?" I answered.  I saw his tail droop and his ears go back. Josh must have felt like I was upset with him. "Josh, I am not mad at you. I am just not ready to tell you why" I said, now worried I hurt his feelings. The rest of the class was fine, asides from being called skinny and short by the other boys. I didn't know how to handle it so, I did nothing. Our next class was sex ed. Oh boy, this was going to be weird. 

The student's parents were confused at first about why it had been lowered to a lower grade level until it was explained. Furs tend to develop slightly faster. The true reason was furs can enter heat and rut. Not every fur had a heat cycle but some do. Foxes like me have these cycles. Meaning I will have duel cycles of heat and rut. I don't know when the cycles will start, I hope not anytime soon. 

The class was not anything special just a normal introduction to why we were going to be taught about sex and sexually transmitted infections, and also protection. They also said that they will teach about the differences between species just in case. Interspecies marriage and sex were not illegal, just very rare and taboo to a degree. 

The rest of the day was nothing special, and the ride home was uneventful. I got home and showed my brother the paperwork. My brother went through the paperwork with me and explained why I had to sign them with him. He then helped me with my math homework. He never left my side all night. I wonder, was he lonely?