Owens Back Story

The Higher tiers are currently voting on a second name for Owen! And, as a part of that, I've knocked out some rough background for him to help us decide on the right name. For those of you into world-building, give it a dive - it probably won't show up in the story itself any time soon and might be edited down the road, but you all might enjoy it anyway!

Alright, deep breath... 

Here is how I currently see Owen.

Born and raised in a rural woodland town (think large village slapdash in the middle of some deep LOTR style old European Forests), to a pair of young-foolish foxes. Two high school sweethearts who fell into pregnancy accidentally and decided to give it a-go despite being much ill-prepared. He was a litter of one, their first and only.

His mother worked steadily as a dental assistant and his father as an entry crew member at the local lumber yard. Little Owen would spend much of his day in different homeschooled kindergartens and the rest of his time as part of his family unit of three at home.

The transition to high school was tough for Owen. 8 out of 10 students were Canidae, so there was an emphasis in the school on 'packs' that permeated everything. Being a part of a group was deeply important, and a big contrast to the way he'd been raised so far. Individuals were extensions of their spheres, representatives of their tribes. When he eventually clicked into one of the packs, it was at both odds with his blooming isolating-fox-nature, and also deeply comforting to be a part of something bigger than himself. Owen integrated into a small low-key pack consisting mostly of foxes, coyotes, and jackals. Over time, groups split, people came and went, but Owen stayed put and remained a loyal member of his group all the way into his formative years.

His teenage years were rampant with experimentation. Group dynamics, power moves, testosterone, and his well-reported 'size' and kind demeanor put him in the higher echelons of 'important' lays. Sex became a thing that wasn't just meant for the special 'one', it was to be used, exchanged, fought over, and attained. On this side of things Owen thrived, earnestly pursuing dealings and rendezvous with all different types and genders, in and out of his group.

Owen steadily moved forward in his physical classes, excelling in sprinting sports positions while he struggled with his more academic work. In his later teenage years, he picked up part-time work alongside his father (who'd leaped forward into a site manager position, though never advanced much further). Owen would often spend evenings cleaning up the onsite-machine shop and driving a fork truck for minimum wage and dad-points.

The end of high school was hard for Owen. He'd found a high place in the pecking order of his pack, and much of his life revolved around the checks and balances of the group. The day where it all 'ended' and each older member was expected to leave to strike out alone was antithetical to who he'd become. As a group, they celebrated and mourned under a final summer night. The exiting members vowed to start and keep a smaller group alive and well.

More emotionally alone than he had been in years, Owen fell into a rut. While he'd thought long and hard about what he could do for the future, he still hadn't found a niche or direction by the time he had to decide. So he leaned further into his work at the yard, doubling down on the few post-high school pack members still in town.

Years went by. He shifted between roles at the yard before pivoting into pensioned government job, focusing on planning controlled fires and clearance. His pack grew thinner as members split off, moved away, formed up new packs.

His 20s weren't easy. His mother passed from a surprising unseen cancer. His father subsequently grew distant and thin before leaving the town for his own fresher start. Owen was happy to see him make a positive change in his life, even if it left him more isolated.

Owen pushed into his work, dated around, explored hobbies, but still felt hollow and alone. He lacked something deeper.

Just as he was turning 30, Owen was invited to a wedding in Zootopia for two of his oldest and closest ex-pack-mates. Attending was a crowd of recognizable faces and scents of loved ones. They were all changed by a decade, but still, very much the same. Even if it was fleeting, he was welcome and loved and a part of something again. While everyone had come to celebrate the union of two, the night was dwarfed by an intimate reunion of the group.

On the encouragement of the newly-married pair and with so many of the pack living in the city now, Owen decided that night to move to Zootopia.

It took time to help his father sell the old home, find a comparable job (junior agriculture planning for the local council - a role he felt ill-equipped for), apartment and housemate. Before he knew it, Owen had made the transition and was living in the city in an apartment with a hopeful techy startup bro, while engaging in a rapidly evolving long-term menage-a-toi with his old married pack mates.

In the constraints of a three-person pack and the historical high school Canidae rooted connection between sex and power, what started as a fun and playful series of trysts, morphed into a fetishized dom/sub cuckold type of play that filled Owen with excitement. He was no longer alone and forgotten. He was a celebrated Alpha returned. Over months, he relished taking, mating, and depriving Her from Him.

Things escalated, inexperience and ignorance allowed for cracks and damage to appear unaddressed in the trio's relationship. All the unexplored feelings, unsaid words, and damage came exploding out in one fierce tear-filled evening. He loved them both and at the realization that, if they continued unchecked, he'd ultimately ruin their marriage, he pulled back and resolved to go back to just being their friend (after some time away). Owen started his next day alone again, but with a newfound drive and ambition to make his OWN pack. He'd explore this new hunger, fetish, and desire, with a new couple who wanted this relationship dynamic from the onset, a setup where communication and respect would be forefront and center of their play with power, domination, and humiliation.

About this time, Owen discovered that the investment he'd been drunkenly persuaded to buy in bulk by his enthusiastic-tech-bro-housemate had gone through the roof and would continue to gain.

Over the course of a year, Owen's understanding of life changed. Money and the day-to-day grind became less and less important. His goals shifted from survival to personal pursuit. He could cut his work hours at will and, as a young 30 something, could instead pursue his newfound passion for imbalanced sexual dynamics.

We're introduced to Owen right around this time. He's been trying different couples and fetish sites/apps for the past year, living a relaxed bachelor lifestyle.

Owen:

• Is big for a fox
• Is into trampolines, and has recently started exploring parkour (it's in the same facility)
• Is quiet and reserved when thinking, but with a witty and slightly sinister edge to him when not
• Has very fast reflexes
• Has a slight drawl with a hard to place mild accent
• Is happily Bi and Poly focused
• Has a deep red coarse coat that softens on his underbelly, he rarely brushes out his undercoat to the frustration of many a sofa.
• Has a higher than usual amount of testosterone
• Doesn't understand Investments or stonks-anything, and is just as surprised as anybody else when he's asked about how he made his money. <-- Honestly he's a little embarrassed by the whole thing.
• Enjoys black sweet coffee
• Is into Cuckolding as a Bull, Dom/Sub play, Denial, Humiliation, and has a low-key breeding fetish.
• Is a cheap drunk.
• Wears several piercings. One on his nose to cover his tall and what he considers 'ugly' upper-lip/tall-snout area, and another on his sheath cause he likes the way it looks and was dating the piercer at the time.
• Smells faintly of dried sweat, dust, and bark.
• Loves dominating physical play, but is uncomfortable with hands-on-throat play.
• Prefers Sharp and Tart over Sweet.
• Loves an FPS even though he's dreadful at them <- more into the social aspect of it.
• GGG but does have a list of absolute no's.
• Likes to get what he wants.
• Is 'well off' but doesn't know what that means. He's just happy to be able to take it easy for a while.
• Can probably tell you what wood that is by touching the grain and giving it a smell.
• Will get watery-eyed when watching old rom-com's
• Drives an old pickup his dad left him. He thinks it's because it's easy to fix and 'retro', but in reality, he's just too lazy to look for something new.
• Feels a deep tie and is indebted to his housemate.
• Loves a Lager/weak beer and hates anything imported and hoppy, though he'll grin and politely drink anything you give him.
• Isn't cruel or malicious, but he can slip into being a dick.
• Not prone to anger.
• Thinks Brands and under-fur-tattoos are hot, but hasn't ever settled on an idea long enough to get one.
• Was excited to see the sand for the first time in Sahara Square. He picked out a shaded oasis apartment there before moving in and realizing just how hot it would be to live there all year round. Still, he can't imagine moving out.
• Will apologize when he's screwed up. Although sometimes it takes a night or two for him to realize he has.
• His weak spots; the smell of cum, thigh-highs, collars, and skirts with nothing under.
• Slightly unsettled by the largest mammals in zootopia, as he wasn't exposed much to them before moving to the city.
• Has an irrational fear of lice, after a bad experience as a kid <-- he religiously showers and shampoos every day.
• Will fuck your wife if you let him.

 
HANG ON - gonna add some names... Making a FRESH POLL 

Saturday Edit 1 - (Making this available to the lower tier now that it's JUST the Back Story and no longer the poll!)

Edit 2 - changing the 'Batcoin' to just generic 'Investments', as I don't really want to give that world space in my story *I just liked the label of 'Batcoin' and an accidental-got-rich-angle! =)