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. 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. 
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Prolog: An awful awakening

My name is Xerxes, and I live in a world full of anthropomorphic animals and humans. As a collective of many different anthropomorphic animal races and hybrids, we called ourselves furs. I am an anthropomorphic or anthro for short, fox. I am only twelve years old. My fur is a brilliant silver, and my eyes are blue, and I love brushing my tail, which is long and fluff.

 I am a so-called maleherm, meaning I have both parts, but there is more to my privates... but I don't go telling people this. I am roughly three feet and nine inches tall. I loved living with my parents. They were the most caring parents you can imagine. We didn't live an extravagant life, but we weren't poor either. My only sibling was my older brother Hector. He is a male anthro fox of nineteen years of age.

I enjoy playing board games like Pawtzee and Checkers. I always enjoyed hanging out with my big bro whenever he came over to visit, he lives from place to place, but he just got ahold of a more permanent place to live.  All of this was just to say it was all going to change.

It was July 5th, 2008. I was asleep when it happened. The smoke alarms were not going off, but the rooms were filling with carbon monoxide. Me and my parents, were asleep when the deadly gas filled up the house. All I can remember was my parents saying goodnight to me and me falling asleep and the next moment me waking up in a hospital. I felt weak, and my breathing was painful. I had a ventilator over my muzzle. My black whiskers splayed to the side of the mask. I looked around, and I began to panic. I saw a nurse and asked, "Where are my parents?". She looked at me solemnly. She didn't reply and asked instead if I was alright. Later I was informed that I was out for four days straight. I was scared and wanted to see my parents. I noticed that the hospital staff were dodging telling me about my parents. They checked in on me regularly. 

That was a week ago. Now it was July 16th, 2008. The week was a blurred mess in between medical treatments. After the first two days, they took off my ventilator. My breathing was becoming easier and not as painful. A nurse came up to me at two in the evening and told me I would have a visitor. An hour later, Hector entered my room. I could see tears in his eyes. I didn't know why so I asked. It was then that I was told for the first time my parents were dead. I felt cold and trapped in my mind. The world around me vanished, and so did my brother. I was scared, sad, depressed, and in pain, and most of all empty. I was old enough to understand that people die and what death was. My mind was racing with all these emotions and more and I was in denial for a few seconds. My mind was shutting down. My older brother grabbed me by the arm and leaned me forward to hug me, snapping me out of my thoughts. He told me it would be best not to think much about it. He would later tell me avoiding things is unhealthy, but I was too young, and it would only bring more pain until I was old enough to be able to move on and say goodbye.

My brother took me to his home, my new home after we both signed lots of legal and medical paperwork. I was just so mentally tired. I found the room my big brother set up for me. It had some of all my old toys and games. My brother had gone with some other guys to get my stuff from the old house. I laid down in my bed, thinking about how this all happened. This whole week for me has been a mess. I was now living two hours away from my parent's home. Thinking of that made me cry. I felt a warm embrace, and my brother told me, "We will get through this together, Xerxes". I fell asleep in his arms as he hugged me.