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 2.5: night terrors
Ever since I woke up in that hospital, I have been having nightmares. Every night without fail, I would have them. It was different every time. Sometimes I would dream of waking up back in that hospital to a life where even my brother was dead. Other times I would relive the funeral or the moment my brother told me we lost our parents. I always woke up crying and my bed a mess. The thing is, the nightmares keep getting worse and more vivid. 

It was the night after my first day of school. I dreamt of being back in the hospital again with the ventilator in my muzzle. I could not move in the dream, but I could look forward. I saw my brother on the ground and other people in the building, all struggling to breathe. I was forced in this horrible nightmare to watch my brother and those that saved me die. I woke up roughly at nine, crying. I must have only been asleep for two hours. My brother insisted that  I fall asleep early on school nights. I couldn't stand these nightmares anymore. I knew I would not be able to sleep again for the rest of the night.

I got up out of bed in my pajamas. I slowly walked to my brother's door. I needed my big brother, he was the only one in my life that was a constant anymore. I knocked on his door and softly said, "Hector, are you awake?". I heard soft rustling noises of clothing getting put on. I heard soft pawsteps as my brother approached the door. Then my brother opened the door and saw me crying.

He ushered me into his room. The room smelt slightly musky but, I don't have the mental compacity to think about it right now. My brother sat me on the bed. He had the lights off in the room. "What's wrong, brother?" Hector asks me. His voice was dripping with concern. "I keep on having different nightmares where I'd wake up in-in the hospital"  told him. I thought about the nightmare some more and said, "I just had a nightmare where I watched everyone die around me because they could not breathe. I was forced to watch you die while I had the respirator on". My brother saw how stressed I was. 

My brother sighed in a way as if to hide some low-level frustration but the softness in his eye never left. He laid me down on the bed as he laid down too. He had me facing him. He then wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I felt a warmth in me grow. I felt so calm in his arms, and I slowly fell asleep in my brother's arms.