Chapter 13: Soft

Eventually, with... his dad... retreated. Arther... moves as if... he is hiding something. Shame... forms on his expression. His mom looks at him confused. "Whats wrong..." Arther sighs deeply. Arther says "Im... glad i did not tell him about... what that wissle felt like... im not sure he can handle it." Holding his head. "I didn't even write it," he said after a long while. "It was just implied. Just... flavor text. I wanted her to be guarded. Angry. Controlled. So I gave her a reason. And I thought that was enough. Just one paragraph of a childhood." His mother finally spoke, softly. "But now you feel it? What... was it."

He nodded. "It's not like memories. Not exactly. I don't see it. But I know it. My mind tries to fill in the gaps, imagine it. Sudo... memories. I know the feelings. I know the fear. I know what it means to be looked at wrong, and feel like... like I'm about to be used. And I know what it means to weaponize your looks just so you don't feel powerless." He moves... breaking down into his mothers arms. Pushing his face into her. His tail limp. Ears flat. He paused. "I thought it was just characterization. Now it's..." he shakes in fear. His hand clenches deeply. "she was fucking raped." Arther... Alice... shakes in utter horror, shame, disgrace, and pain.

Alice moves... his mom shakes, but moves and they hug deeply. No longer in big puffy clothes. In loose pagamas, with a tail hole. As she hugged him deeply, as he shook. His mother... pauses... her mind freazes. Guided by raw motherly instincts, as her hands move. As his mothers hands felt her... boy... but... no longer a boy... something else. A boy who suddenly was forced to experance a unspeakable horror... feel it... even if he never saw it, imagined it, or remembered it. As she shook. He said slowly "I... wrote she... was a slave, to some noble. A hunting toy... a fox... to be enjoyed, and... for... for... a... dog wissle to be blown... at... and... the... world... filled... in the gaps... e-everything..." His voice... so female, so broken, shakes. Alice... Arther continues "I... did not write it... i... did not image it... i did... not even... think... that... she was... r-raped... just... that... she was... hurt... abused... and... left it... as... words."

Arther sits down, shaking, as his mom holds him close. He is so... much of a daughter to her now. She is not just a daughter, is both Arther... and now with... something mixing with him, making something new, that wants everything Arther does, and... Arthers creation.... this Alice. Yet... he looks so broken by it all. She holds his hand, hugs him close on there couch. Pets his hair, as she did when he was male... but... now... its smooth, beyond the clear... discare he taken over this hair, and she brushes by his ears. As they twitch. His eyes are wet, as he continues "I... when it first... started... i thought... i was going mad. Nightmares.... then... it got worse... living, awake, and then... feeling fear at the sight... of there eyes. Eyes on me... fear... and anger. A desire to... control them... stop them... from ever looking at me that way." He shakes, shutters cries into his mothers wide arms.

"Its... so scary... so strong... i want... i want to control it... all... and... and... yet... being male... ugly... the reason i wore those fucking slacks, and hid my tail, sat on the thing, as my mind yelled at me to let it free... was because..." He stops, crying. "Because... it was all so strong... Alice... was scared... scared of them, but learned... the only way was to be better, untouchable, and i saw... being male... as a way to prevent that... to not haft to... control it." He sobs into his mothers arm. And what he says next—chokes out next—is the clearest thing yet. "She thought being pretty was a weapon. And now I'm pretty. And I don't know if I'm safe.... im so... scared of being a woman."

His mother tears up, as she brushes his hair, and eventually rubs the ears... the fluffy, deeply down laying ears. He says nothing at her touch of them. Just sobs. His mother is quite, before saying "I... remember that fear when i was young... even when i got older. Men looked at me... controlled me... and yet... i wanted one..." She holds his head. "I guess... that fear is part of being a woman." His mom looks at her... and remembers... a bad date she had long ago... how she cried... like this. But... this is worse. Alice... Arther... says... as he holds his legs closer together... almost... remembering "Worst... part... was... reality keeps... filling in the gaps... i never... wrote her emotions... what it felt like... to be... so... weak... to be thrown around... and... yelled at, and... used... so used... and... to feel... that... thing... in... in..." He goes silent. Then says "I can remember... the heat... of... that room... or the cold... of... cells... and..." He goes quite for a while. Then says, as he pushes deeper into his mothers arms. "I was not... even... in heat... when... when... i could not feel... anything sexual... it hurt..." He... is talking from experance. That realiztion... breaks his mom... into a profound anger. His mother shook, as she realized... he knew... what being a woman felt like now. No... not a woman... a abused... slave... of a girl.

His mother realizes... he was her son... still is in part... but now its mixed with a story... a story that was never... never... ment to be real. As she hugs him... closser, deeper... then ever. As she holds him close, as she rubs his back... her... he was neither... thou prehaps... he needs... to be a her. As she rubs his fox ear... behind the scruff. As he shakes. Quite. 'My son... knows... what rape feels... like...' She thinks silently, in immense horror. Eventually... it slows. As he lays beside her. He says "It... feels nice when you pet the ears..." His mother... is quite, continuing to dig her hands into the fluff on his head, carefully. Rubbing his side. As Arther feels it... that warmpth... confort that his instincts desire... say 'this is what family does, this is trust'. As he pushes his head into it. Making it easyer for her to pet his ears. Get the sensitive spots. He mews like a animal, then blushes, and hides his face, as ears flatten, and yet... pop up, and yet flatten. He is embarrassed by being... animal. "It hurts... pretending... i hate... hiding the tail... pretending to be a guy... when... when... soon... i will have nothing down there." His mother says nothing, but with quite, sad eyes, rubs his head, as he lays on her lap. "I will be here... whatever... you are. I love you... as my child... girl... boy... or fox..." Tears leak from the pretty face, with the orange gradiented hair... and the large, fluffy fox ears. Arther... Alice... whatever says "I wish i knew... but... i guess i am stuck... as a She... at least down there... I... i don't get to be Arther... im just... i got all the parts... now..." He cries.

Eventually... he gets up. His father left early, before... he revialed the whole trama thing... but he did know... he was something inbetween. Something that would never be... male... female... or human even. Thou... he emited that he would be female... and it hurt, and that his charictor keeps mixing with him, and he can't do anything about it... prehaps he does not want too now. As eventually, as they sit together. He says "I think... you should call me Alice..." Arther... now Alice... says in pain. Her mother breathed deep, rubbed the space between the ears again—where the fur thinned to human hair—and said gently, "Okay. Then Alice it is." Alice nods, and sighs "Seriously... i hate how good that feels." Her mom asks "You want me to stop?" Alice... is quite "no... its... weird... i... feel so... safe... and..." He goes quite. Holds his hands close, as he does nothing, but allow the ears to be pet. Eyes half-closed. Eventually... a pout covers his face.

Alice says, pouting "I kinda want you to brush the tail... its ugly... and... ive kept stuffing it in pants, and sitting on it... and it goes all numb, and hurts, and when i free it, it takes hours before it stops hurting." She conomplains. Alice looks embarassed at it. Frowning. "Its began to cramp weirdly." Her mother sighs deeply. "well... lets get a brush shall we? You have been neglecting showers too... you smell... you know that?" Alice frowns deeper, she sighs... a sharp toung "Yeah... well... i can smell it... but my nose no longer thinks i smell bad... just... me... and i do not want to be reminded of the fact... my dick is getting smaller each day." Her mother chuckles. Before sighing... "Is... it gone?" She shakes her head... "In a few days it will be. Its... so... small now."

Her mother nods, and returns, sits on the couch next to her. As a short, fox girl, with a pretty gradient of orange covering her long hair, with white bits within, ears, and tail. Fluffs of white in her ears. A tip of white on her tail, the tail was long, longer then any normal fox, and far more full, and fluffy. As it had time for hair to grow in. Yet... it was tangled, human hair, tail hair. Her hair was tangled, in a mess. Her skin was crystal smooth. A warm, healthy color. Eyes sharp... deep... hurt... and with slitted puples of a fox. Her clothes was simple pagamas. With her chest buldging thru it, somewhat large, healthy, but not too large. Perfect sized. While, her hips were wide. Body feminene, and... a hole in the pagamas for the tail. Cut uncleanly. As the brown haired, woman, with some wringles on her face. Sits... brushing the tail deeply. As alice... cringes when it gets stuck, and hair begins to puff around the leather couch. Like a husky sheding.

It gets messy fast... but also... Alice... closes her eyes... and ... relaxes visibly. Ears low, shaking her hands. "it... feels... nice..." Is all she can say. All she needs to say. She shakes... quite. "it... feels... oh... gezz... that... ah..." Her ears flatten. Her tail moves, and wiggles, happly, as it leans into her mothers touch. Alice... wimpers... animalistic sounds. Then, jolts, as the bruch touches something, and her mother... feels a bare area... lack of fur, a bruse... a injury under the fur. She asks "Where... is this from." Alice turns downword embarassed. "it... is the area... where... its from the pants." Her mother frowns deeper... as she realizes... even hiding it in pants... literally hurts her. Her mother is careful over the area, and continues to brush. "I can teach you all the ways to wash a womans hair... and... care for yourself. Seems... you need to relearn body care." Alice is silent... melting into the brushing. As she nods.

Her mother shakes her head... 'cute...' She thinks. Noticing every little twitch... and... animalistic whimper, that reminded her deeply of a animal giving in. She is unsure what to feel... its complicated. 'New... instincts'. But... she loves her... him... and hopes... her husband can one day hold this brush... and just be with there child. Even if he has gained... new perspectives, emotions... skills... a new body... he... is now a she... and she is still her... son. Her child. She smiles, enjoying how fluffy this tail is. How... fluffy this... moment is. She cringes a little at the smell, and the weird bits of black fabric from the large slacks she has been stuffing her tail into. She... she is getting a shower. Her mother decides firmly 'even if i need to drag her into the shower, and decloth her myself.' She smiles with a hidden edge... jokingly... and yet... not... not at all. As a motherly will fills her. 'You are never stuffing this tail away again.' She decides secretly.

Eventually... the loose tuffs stop coming out. Alice stops speaking, but seems very content. As her mother, rubs her tail with her hand, as it looks far healthyer, and more full. Alice moves to lay on the couch, head on her moms lap. Eyes half open... she mutters "sorry... about fur..." Her mother smiles, as she rubs her kids ears, and brushes her hair. "Its fine..." Alice... her tail... slowly goes limp... even with the ear pets. Her mother frowns... Alice's eyes get wet, as she says "im... sorry... im... not human..." Alice is utterly embarassed. She brushes her daughter's hair, and in that long silence. Her mother sighs... deeply... "You don't need to be. You are my child." Alice cried a little, silently... before low mewing mermers came from her throat on there own. As her tail waged a little. As her mother smiled... meloncolige, as she brushed her kids hair, and bruggered the base of her ears. Alice eventualy says "Im scared... im not... me..." As her tail slows, and her ears fold.

Her mother doesn't answer right away. She brushes once. Then twice. And finally leans down and kisses the top of Alice's head. That spot between the ears. Still thin, still human. "You're still you. Just... a different kind." And Alice doesn't reply. She doesn't argue. She just breathes. Deeply. Softly. As she stuggles futher, tail whips wildly, as she smiles slightly with mixed feelings in tears. She cries more. Her mother was not lying... not in her mind... she saw Arther in every movement... deep in it... emotions, expressed like a animal, she read them, and saw her son... still there. Alice says "its... so strong... senstive... this... body... i... never felt anything this strong... before..." She wimpers deeply. Her mother nods, and continues petting "I can tell... is this new?" She nods. Her mother sighs. "Well... its new for me too, and i think i like getting to know this new Arther... Alice... as you said earlyer." Alice nods.

Then... footsteps, as her dad walks out the door... looks at the fluff covered living room, like a husky shed, and Alice on Her mom's lap. They both freaze... then her dad... looks stunned. Alice gets up, embarassed. While her mother sighs, rubbs her head, and ears, as they flick at her touch, and then. She walks over to the stunned man, trying to process what the hell was that. Her mom smiles malisiously, and says "Turns out she... likes cuddles now. She is still our child... i can see it clearly now." Her dad is unsure what to say. He sighs, and says "Whatever... i love her..." He gives up, and just gets ready to clean.