Shannon had strict parents as a child, always wanting her in bed by 9pm even up into her late teens. She hated it, she hated how she was never allowed to explore her life, explore her desires, or even be allowed to learn about them, figure out why she had them. Eventually when she turned 18, she snuck out of her window and into a club, she just wanted to feel something, to have her desires fulfilled in any way she could. She wore the skimpiest outfit she could find in her closet and would walk by table after table, trying her best to show her stuff for all to see, so that at least one person, be it male, female, or anything in between, she didn't care. She just wanted someone to give her that pleasure. At least that's what she thought. After hours of walking around she started stealing drinks when people weren't looking, gulp after gulp of hot stinging liquid to soothe her wanting mind. Of course this being her first time drinking alcohol, she was a massive lightweight. She went from strutting to stumbling, until eventually she threw up and figured it was time to go home. So she headed for the door. In her drunken stupor she took the back exit instead of the front, leading her into a dark alley.
"Pretty girl thinks she's grown. Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to drink alone?" A hulking bear man said after following her through the exit. He pressed her up against the wall, grinding his hips into her. "This is what you wanted, hm? Those eyes told the whole story, you don't have to ask me twice sweetheart." his breath smelt like cigar smoke and vodka. Shannon cried and struggled until she drooped her head and her drunken mind accepted her fate with quiet sobs.... That was until a loud crack snapped her gaze back upwards! The bear's head was smashed with a 2x4 plank of wood, sending him crashing into the pile of garbage bags near the dumpster of the alley! Shannon looked to see who her savior was, her intoxicated gaze finally adjusting to the dark, a tall badger woman. It was a girl from school, a futanari woman named Samantha. Her chest was heaving with rage and she grabbed Shannon, pulling her into a tight hug. They quickly got the hell out of there.
Samantha was a tough rebel type, but she always had a soft spot for the innocent little otter from school. So to see her secret sweetheart in such a position killed her inside. She yelled and screamed, asking what the hell Shannon was thinking coming here and getting drunk alone in a skimpy outfit. And Shannon just mumbled and cried about wanting to finally be free and allowed to explore herself. Samantha held her close and vowed to show her and teach her anything she wanted to know. Not long afterwards, Shannon and Samantha moved in together, and life was great, Shannon finally was allowed to figure out what she liked and disliked sexually and Samantha was there every step of the way. Eventually having a child named Stacy.
They raised her together until Samantha caught a deadly virus, because of course life loves to throw wrenches. Samantha lost her life but she made sure to tell Shannon to never be alone if she didn't have to, and that Samantha would kick her ass if she ever found out that Shannon never moved on from her. So now Shannon lives on, choosing to remember Samantha fondly and not dwell on the monumental loss that it truly is, it's very difficult, but Samantha built a strong woman out of that innocent little otter and she is not going to sit and cry about it. At least not most days.