Lucien
TW: Attempted rape, violence, mild gore."Heyyy! Great show, Prince Lucien!"Lucien sighed softly, turning to address the speaker. It was one of the fans, a regular to his shows, a face he recognised but couldn't put a name to it."Hello," he replied quietly, still walking towards his dressing room. "Thank you, I really appreciate your support."He felt the fan's arm drape around his shoulders, and gently but firmly tried to shake him off. The man was clearly drunk, he stunk of alcohol, and was undoubtedly slurring his words.With soft coffee curls that fell gently at his cheeks, vivid sapphire eyes, a tall, slender frame, and caramel skin, Lucien often attracted attention. They called him Prince Lucien because he was the head dancer at the ballet, and somewhat resembled a royal when dressed in his finery."Coupl'a us are going for drinks, ya wanna come?" the fan asked, nuzzling into Lucien's neck like an overly friendly bear."I'm very busy," he responded gently, finally managing to extract himself from the fan's grip. "But I hope you enjoy yourselves.""C'mon, Your Highness, loosen up!"The fan grabbed him more firmly, dragging him towards his dressing room, and Lucien swallowed hard as a few more people, evidently the fan's friends, joined in and formed a group.It wasn't just a random occurrence, they'd been planning this.He had no choice, this was getting out of hand. Even if nobody was around to hear it, he had to try and get some attention."Help!" he called, to anyone that might be listening. "Please!"Lucien was almost at the door now, and no matter how much he kicked and struggled, the group was stronger than him. His pleas fell on deaf ears, and he was dragging into his dressing room and thrown on the floor."Why don't I get you free tickets to the next show, huh?" he suggested desperately. "All expenses paid? Wouldn't that be-"He didn't get chance to finish, as one of the men tore his sash from his outfit, and used it to gag him. He squirmed and whimpered as the group followed suit, ripping his garment to pieces, and using any material that created long enough strips, to bind him with. His wrists were tied above his head, pinned in place by stronger hands, and a second party soon appeared and held down his ankles so he couldn't kick any more."Fuck, doesn't he look gorgeous all tied up like that?" the original fan asked his group, crawling onto Lucien's now bare body to fiercely kiss him through the gag. They grinned and sat back afterwards, soaking up the various responses that came in agreement.Lucien closed his eyes tightly as he felt a finger press up between the cheeks of his backside, but opened them again as he realised the fan had paused."Aww, look at how much he's trembling," they gloated. "Don't worry, little prince, we'll make this fun for you too."The fan suddenly gripped his hips tightly, hoisted him off the ground, and buried their face between his thighs. He acted on impulse, closing his legs and trapping the fan's head between them. The fan laughed, returning his finger to its previous location, and forcing it inside."See?" the fan purred, drawing a murmur of approval from the group. "Told you you'd love it."Lucien fought through the burning pain of the intrusion, applying more pressure, all of his focus set on using his legs like a vice. It didn't take the fan long to start panicking."Shit!" they said, now digging their nails into his leg to try and deter him. "Get him off me! Get-"A sickening crunch could be heard, and the fan dropped like a lead weight, blood spilling from his nose and eyes as he hit the floor. The group stared at them in disbelief, then at Lucien, who had also fallen as they did. He was badly aching, but still managed to wriggle backwards to separate himself from the fan, who was twitching faintly.Once faced with a body, the group found the fun had gone out of their game, and quickly fled from the room. They left him untouched, draped in various parts of his own torn costume, and laid just inches away from a corpse.
Lucien's death came a few weeks after his ordeal.It turned out that the fan's name was Bradley, and that Bradley's father owned one of the biggest crime syndicates in the city. Not only had his men been sent to detain Lucien, but to take him from the theatre completely. It seemed the theatre Lucien worked at, La Roux, and the one the syndicate owned, were rival companies. The plan was to remove their head dancer from the set and watch it fall, but that plan did not come to fruition.With connections all over the city, the syndicate soon learned that Lucien was the reason for Bradley's death, and decided it would be easier to simply assassinate him than go through the trouble of attempting another kidnap.Lucien was enjoying a stroll through the forest that day, having just celebrated his twenty-fourth birthday a few days prior. He was rehearsing his routine for the upcoming performance, in which he played a stag seeking love from a doe with a rival herd.This stag in particular had no antlers, so was shunned by his own herd as well as hers. The story was about overcoming expectation and learning to appreciate what one has, not what they don't.Lost in his own mind, he ventured deeper into the forest, to where the trees were so thick that sunlight struggled to filter through them.He did not make it out again.
Trivia
Lucien was born with penile agenesis, which carried with him into the afterlife.With no need for clothes, he opts not to wear them.However, the times he's attempted it for aesthetic reasons, his fur has grown irritated by the fabrics.He has a heart-shaped cream patch of cream fur on his backside.Like the character in his final show, he possesses no antlers.