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Princess Sally lays thrashing in her sleep, and then snaps awake with a gasp. “What is that place and who is that?” She mutters to her self. Drawing her knees to her chest, she remembers her dreams.
She was on a planet much like Mobius, however outlanders were still alive, and they were fighting someone called Ivo. She started having these dreams recently, when she watched a bomb of unspeakable power detonate and devastate half of this strange world. She watched as the man called Ivo was beaten back into a city that horrified her because it looked so much like Robotropolis and even was even more frighten because the city was protected by robots that looked like SWATbots. Then she watch the outlanders fight battle after battle, only to be beaten back and scatted.
Ivo began to enlarge his horrible city once more even as packets of resistance fought against him. Just as they were on the verge of annihilation; a man appears out of nowhere and begins to rebuild the armies of that world. By his side was a fox unlike anything she had ever seen, that fox stood like she did, on her hind legs, but that was the only resemblance to anyone or anything that Robotnik had produced on Mobius there was something strange about her, but she just couden't think of. Seeing the sunlight streaming in her window, she stretches and hops off the bed.

The town of Knotwood and the other Freedom Fighters were already awake and working. Miles “Tails” Prower runs up to Sally. “You’re wanted in the briefing room Sally” he says breathlessly. “Thanks Tails” Sally replies and sets off. Upon reaching the room she finds Sonic, Bunnie, and Antoine all sitting around the table. “What’s up?” Sally asks still kind of sleepy. “We think Robuttnik is up to something.” Sonic starts and Bunnie finishes for him “He has been quiet for too long, hun”. “I think it’s nice that we don’t have to fight.” Antoine states and then asks “what?” as every one stares at him. Sally sighs and answers Sonic and Bunnie “I know, I know, what do you think we should do?” Sally asks. “Recon” Sonic states simply and takes off before any one could move.

My dreams are filled with war. The utter devastation, day after day I watch my men fall. My lab is filled with the wounded. I want to wake up, to scream, for it to end but it can’t. It goes on and on never-ending... a hand is placed lightly on my shoulder and I snap wake, sitting up in my bed drenched in a cold sweet.
I look over at the hybrid vixen that had propped herself up with a worried look in her face. “It’s all right Fox” I say smiling, “it was just a dream.”
“Your power was fluxing again. We need to be careful.” She says, “People aren’t ready to know yet, and the men are still talking about last time.”
“We both know that I…” I start to argue.
“I know.” She cuts me off, “but the men still don’t know what to think, and I think that some are beginning to suspect something.”
I reply wearily, “but soon I may not have a choice…” We sit there with the moonlight streaming in from the window. As I drape my arms over my knees, she moves behind me and begins to massage my shoulders.

“Remember what life was like before this damn war, before any of this crap, when it was just me and you?” I ask. She stops massaging, but leaves her hands on my shoulders. “How could I ever forget.” She says it softly “It was such a long time ago.” The last part was spoken sadly.
“Yes, over three thousand years ago.” I say “Three thousand years…” she repeats it quietly. “So many people, family, friends…” I trail off, unable to finish my sentience. Noticing that small tears were rolling down Fox’s cheeks, I feel guilty that I had said anything and try to cheer her up. “Remember experiment 186,752-458A?” I say grinning. A laugh rocks her body and she stops crying. “How could I forget that one?” she giggles.
“How it exploded?” I start to laugh now. “It was everywhere…” I start. “And it took us weeks to clean it up.” She finishes for me, smiling showing off her small pointed teeth. I make an exploding action with my hands and we both doubling up and holding our sides crying.

Wiping the tears from our faces we look at each other, and I couldn’t help but notice how her brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “So many years,” I recur in my head, “and yet I still can’t how I truly feel about you, how I love you more than anything in this world”
“Those were the days, right?” she says breaking my thoughts. “Ya, nothing to worry about, working in the laboratory, lounging about, taking walks in the woods, swimming in the lake or showering under the waterfall.” I respond, “But that’s enough for now, please get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.” “Ok but you need it more than me” she teases, running her finger down my arm, nuzzling my neck and nipping my ear gently before laying back down and soon she is sleeping soundly. I look loving at her, her rust red and white fur messed a little from movement and the laughing. Carefully, so I don’t wake her, I smooth out it. She lets out a soft “murr” taking me back to when we first meet.

It was over ten thousand years ago, before Fox was even born, and long before Ivo, war, and the devastation rocked the world, when I came to Montana, to this valley, to live the life of an outcast. I had I had hand built the log cabin we were sleeping in. To people that ever wondered through my valley, it was a simple cabin, and it was, but under the valley lay a whole other world.

I am a super genius, and my laboratory stretched for miles. It was a glimpse into the future, even in the now in the year 5080; I had things that would make anyone have a heart attack from wonder.
I had ejected my self with a serum to stop my aging and I like to check my DNA to make sure that there wasn’t any mutations. It was here while I was running experiment 1,986R (the “R” standing for repeating.) when my pet fox fell in to the machine, and emerged as the beautiful vixen, sleeping beside me, with my massive IQ.

It was quite a shock that she had even lived but imagine my surprise when she stood up! Standing at 5’ 7” she was a mere inch shorter then me. She was covered from head to toe in rust-red fur, with human like brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders. A small patch of white fur pointed at one end and braking off into three points facing downward in the middle of her forehead, her paws were white tipped also. It’s when I notice the large white patch all the way around her stomach that I get the biggest shock and is the most embarrassing moment. Two rather round fur covered breasts blossom out and when I snap my head away I notice (thankfully with some difficulty because to her fur) something else well feminine. She’s looking on with bewilderment as I whip around my face on fire. I move behind her, noticing that her tail splits off into many ends, all of them white tipped, and drop my lab over coat over her shoulders. She casts a backwards glance in my direction still completely confused but to my relief she puts it all the way on.

Now that she was completely covered, I was more concerned with her well being, then with the one of a kind opportunity standing in front of me. I quickly took a DNA sample from her, and my discovery that day would have made me world famous, but I had long ago cast it away. Her DNA had combined with my human DNA, with her vixen genes being the most dominant, adding to my amazement was the fact that that my age stopping serum had been spliced into her too. Now she was like me and would live forever. But with the good came the bad.

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