Ebony Memories: No regrets
Author's Note: Consider this fair warning. This story is by far the darkest I have ever written and the ensuing chapters will only get worse. This story depicts the Origin's of Sparkle and Spice's abilities and how they came to be whom they are. The story is not a happy one. If you'd like to read my lighter works, go ahead and check out my new Sonic the hedgehog stories- but don't say I didn't warn you. And in case you don't know- this story happens before the sister's receive their nicknames.
Spice- Anne
Sugar- Sylvia
Sparkle- J
Shine- Laura (Whom is not depicted in this story)
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Ebony Memories: No regrets.
The baseball that crashed though the window wasn't Anne's fault what-so-ever. She had nothing to do with it at all, her and J were sitting quietly in their room, playing with the doll they shared when it came smashing though the glass and rolled to a stop across the dirty blue carpet.
At eight years old, the two of them already knew for a fact, that the day had just become terrible. Two sets of small, storm shaded ears perked at the next sound that rang though the small two story house: father's voice.
"ANNE! ANNE WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MAKING NOISE DURING THE GAME! GET YOUR LITTLE ASS IN HER! DON'T YOU FUCKING DISOBEY ME! YOU ARE MY KID! YOU DO AS I TELL YOU! GET IN HERE! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
He always blamed Anne for making noise. He always screamed at her first, and everyone else next. To be fair- Anne always was making noise of some type. Either pretending to be an alarm, or a fire truck, a police siren, or a submarine, she was a walking sound effect. She loved loud noises, and anything that went fast. It was just the way she was- and dad hated it. The two wolfs exchanged nervous glances and both of them rose to their feet from their sitting positions on the floor. The two of them were both wearing the same thing: A pair of light blue shorts and a pretty pink shirt with a sparkling butterfly on the upper right breast. They looked exactly the same, but being twins, one sort of expected that sort of thing. The footsteps pounded across dirty floor boards and ripped carpeting. They could hear him drawing closer. He screamed again, something that didn't make much sense to young minds without knowledge of the workings of the real world, but they both knew it was obscene. He was drunk. They knew he was drunk, he was always drunk...
Ged snarled quietly, the beer bottle clenched tightly in his old gray paws, his bleak yellow eyes blazing with rage. He was only six feet tall with a prominent beer belly, but to them he was a hulking colossus, ready to rein down his vengeance on all and any who displeased him. They displeased them. There were no explanations, there wasn't any time outs, or scolding. No, things weren't so easy in the Shadowpaw household.
They made a break for it. If they could make it to the hiding spot (the crawl space under the house) They'd be safe. He'd never find them there, and he'd never be able to reach them even if he did. The two of them took off running, bolting out the door in the fastest sprint eight year old legs could make. They left behind the dirty blue carpet of their room. The soft, broken beds with ratty blankets and the cracked, paint peeling walls. They rushed away from a small bucket of toys, and an even smaller collection of clothes, and dirty old posters that covered cockroach infested walls. They ran like nothing else- but running doesn't mean anything if you trip and crash to the ground from an upturned floorboard.
J froze in mid step the moment she heard Anne stumble to the floor. She turned around, just in time to see Ged's giant form lumbering up the stairs. She whimpered. Things weren't going to go well at all in a few moments. To her left was the bathroom- and to her right, across the hall, was Sylvia's room. The huge, white door was closed, as always. Locked, and boarded. No time to get inside. No time to beg for help before Ged came down on both of them. No time to do anything but...
The conversation between the twins, J, and Anne, had been a quick one. One that had no words and no sentences. One that consisted of only fearful looks and rushed feelings.
*What are you doing?!*
*Go and hide!*
*I can't!*
*DO IT!*
"Daddy, leave J alone!" J shouted, rushing towards the towering beast of a wolf. No little girl should be afraid of her own father- but J's heart was fluttering in her chest so strongly, she thought it was going to explode. The huge wolf paused for a moment, staring at the twins. He growled softly, cursing his inability to discern the two, but the brat in front of him, was hollering- much like Anne always was. He snarled, and gave the one on the floor in front of him, a firm kick, punting her to one side, while he reached down, and grabbed the other girl by the arm, giving her a firm yank towards the stairs. He was going to teach her a lesson alright. The other girl, J, stood up and watched helplessly, as Ged and "Anne" went back downstairs. She gave a hot whimper, and bit her lower lip for a second, wondering what was to become of her sibling.
"Daddy...Da, daddy I'm really, really sorry for, b, breaking it. I'm sorry. I'm, I'm r, really really sorry. "J squeaked, her eyes wide, filling with tears as she stared nervously at the powerful set of fingers wrapped firmly around her throat. Things were going to get worse before they got better. The giant wolf looked her over for a few moments, a low growl building in his throat as his daughter aimlessly babbled on. The wolf leaned back, taking another swig from the bottle in his free paw and hissed quietly when he realized it was empty. There wasn't anymore liqueur to be had from the bottle he held. A sudden burst of rage filling his being and he nearly tossed the girl in his paws across the room. Why wouldn't she shut up?!
"Whad I tell you bout talkin? Whad I say to you bout the noise huh!? Whad I tell you? Huh?"
"Y, you s, s, sa-"
"You best fuckin' answer me..."
"Y, You said t-"
"DO AS I SAY!" The wolf snapped suddenly, belting the girl across the face with a loud CLUNK, as the bottle clattered against the tiny skull. The girl instantly burst into tears, but at the sudden snarl from her father, she stifled them as best she could. It was too late though, already he was roaring, screaming about her disobedience. He was dragging her now, pulling her, kicking and screaming her apologies over and over and over again.
"I'm sorry daddy! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm SORRY! I'M SORRY! YOU'RE HURTING ME!! I WON'T DO IT ANYMORE!! STOP, PLEASE, OH, PLEASE, DADDY I'M SORRY!!" Was the last thing J managed to squeal before breaking into a garble of unintelligible sobs. He was dragging her along by her right ear now, yanking it so hard that it began to tear at the base. Blood started to trickle down her face, adding to the small rivet already roaming down her cheek from where the bottle he'd hit her with previously had already cut her. Suddenly, she found herself in the air, soaring until she landed with an "oof" across the queen size bed where mommy and daddy slept. Her squeals quieted, her breathing slowing as curiosity began to build inside of her- only to be over shadowed by a hideous sense of foreboding and dread.
"Not sorry yet. Gonna teach a bitch sorry. Show you what sorry really means. Gonna fucking teach you a lesson. Ima do it." The intoxicated wolf mumbled softly, stumbling slowly towards his daughter. He glared at her though those small, beady eyes and took another swing from the bottle in his hand. Empty?! How could it have been empty?! He gave a snarl, tossing the bottle aside, where it crashed against the wall with a terrifying shatter. The smaller pup on the bed watched with wide eyes, before she looked up at him. Those huge, tearful puppy dog eyes. The lying little bitch was trying to get out of her punishment. He knew better. He wasn't as dumb as everyone thought. He snarled, letting his eyes roam over the young female. Her legs twisted underneath her, her paws grasping the bed sheets like they would offer her some sort of protection. Her eyes red and her face tear stained. He'd teach her. He'd fix her good.
He reached down, under the wide, furry gut, and peeled away the thick black power cord that he'd fixed around his pants for a makeshift belt. If it was good enough for a belt, it would be good enough to teach his pups a lesson. He gave his head a slow, drunken nod, as if agreeing with whatever was going on inside of his own head, and transfixed his gaze to the girl who was staring up at him fearfully. He doubled the cord around his wrist...
The first slash caught her across the muzzle, leaving two blood red marks of discipline across the girl's face. She screamed instantly and the next lash caught her across the face again, this time spilling that crimson life fluid from her lips onto the gentle covers below. Now she was kicking her legs, scrambling wildly around the bed as if looking for something- the next swing crashed across her side, leaving a smallish line of red across the opening where her shirt and he jeans didn't exactly meet. That wouldn't do at all. One giant paw reached down and scooped her up, tearing her shirt off, and next her pants, leaving her only in a small pair of yellow panties- covered in little sun graphics, complete with smiling faces and sunglasses. The panties barely clung to a set of young chubby hips and outlined a young, chubby cunny. Something he'd not scene in a long time. A female...
J screamed and screamed again, the pain from that power cord like nothing she'd ever felt before. The puppy felt like she was on fire; a licking, torturous streak of flame that left her in agony with every slash it made across her fur. That horrible demon cord slashed down again, this time catching her across the hip, forcing a horse scream from her lips. Her panties didn't protect her, nothing would. She begged in her mind, screaming for her father to stop, despite the fact that her lips would no longer render sounds that resembled speech. No, her speaking capabilities had been rendered to nothing more then a long, begging wail of pain. Her feet kicked aimlessly, swirling the blankets of the bed around her wildly, but there was no hope in avoiding that lash. The power cord sliced though the air, and this time caught her across the chest, leaning those red lines of pain across developing nipples and small breasts. The girl shrieked, but the lashes only continued, even when the small sprinkles of scarlet began to dance across the bed. He was screaming at her all the while, something about making noise, and how he'd beat the voice from her- which he succeeded in doing. After almost thirty five minutes, her last scream had been a wet gargle of blood from her throat. She could no longer make sounds. Not that she didn't want to. The lashes continued until his arm grew tired, and Ged dropped the cable to one side, looking at his daughter on the bed.
She didn't quite resemble the girl she was when this started. Her clothes were gone, and instead of storm colored gray fur lining her chubby young body- she was a checker board of hot crisscrosses of red flame. She kept opening her mouth, trying to scream and suck in breath at the same time, but to no avail. Her voice was gone, and the only thing that emerged was a small sputter of blood mixed saliva. He grinned, satisfied with his work...but not quite satisfied yet...she wasn't talking...who was she going to tell?
The smaller wolf tried to whimper, tried to make some sound, or something, but she couldn't bring herself to do so without a searing pain in her neck. She could only see out of one eye, the other felt like someone had slipped a burning coal under the lid, but she still had use of her senses. Her sense of touch mostly. The bed shifted in weight- a large furry paw rubbing over her aching form. He was whispering something, softly in her twitching ear. Something about being warm and soft and how everything would be ok. Daddy was sorry. She was a good girl.
The room was suddenly very cold. The last line of defense was gone. Her panties fell across the other side of the bed with a sickening wet splash sound. She'd wet herself while being punished. He was rubbing her arm again, despite how badly it hurt when he did so. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, but it didn't seem like he was going to let her. What was that?
She was a good girl. Mommy's little replacement. She wasn't some drug addicted skank. She wasn't having affairs with guys on the side while she was at work. She was just daddy's little angel. A little girl who was gonna behave from now on.
The whispers kept coming. Kept pouring into her ear while that paw kept rubbing her arm. It hurt...she didn't like it, but it wouldn't stop. In fact, it went lower, sliding down her arm, over her soft, rounded little hip, and then...The girl tensed, arching her back to wiggle away- but daddy's paw was strong- holding her firmly against the fat gut, and rancid smell of old beer.
She didn't have any tears left to cry, or any more voice with which to scream- so when he penetrated her, there was an eerie silence, save for the soft sound of flesh tearing, and new blood trickling to the bed. He forced himself in, ignoring the way she thrashed and squirmed- he rather liked it. GOD she was tight. Tighter then he expected, and wetter too, ( Although it, it was only blood) but that just made things better. He thrust again, watching the dark red met disappear past the twin cheeks of his daughter's chubby little rump and into the tight depths of an immature young vagina. The thrusts continued, ravaging the girl one after another, filling the ears of them both with the lewd squish of wet sex. His hips rolled forward, penetrating the small pup with deeper and deeper plunges, her inner walls so tight, like a warm, wet vice wrapped around his cock. She fit like a glove. Somewhere, in the back of Ged's alcohol fogged mind- he promised himself he'd do this again. Soon.
His orgasm came upon him fast- like a stalking tiger, pouncing him without the slightest hint of warning. He gripped J's arm, fingers digging into flesh, squeezing as tightly as he could as his hefty orbs unloaded themselves inside of his offspring. Finally, he slumped against her with a groan and lost himself to the comforts of afterglow. To her good fortune, he could never keep a good pace when he was drunk. How many thrusts had he managed? It really didn't matter. He rolled over, leaving a slimy trail of hot ejaculate and from his cock to her and closed his eyes. He didn't even notice the terrifying amount of blood covering his crotch or his genitals. He was far too tired...but a warning message tingled somewhere in his head. He'd need to clean up before going to sleep. His fur was going to be sticky and there was something important he needed to do regarding someone. His mind was fuzzy. Too much beer, and God, he was tired. He took a deep breath. Focus. He had to get up and fix it. Fix what though? There was something really important he had to do. Take someone somewhere, or something.
Ged groaned, trying to open his eyes, but the beer held them shut. No, he never could pry himself out of bed after a good orgasm. He was out before he was even aware of it- and next to him- also passed out, was daddy's little girl.
J opened her eye slowly, blinking away little bits of sleep that clung to it. Sunlight was baking the room- her room. She was in her room somehow, lying quietly in the bed. She frowned. She had a headache, a very, very bad headache- and her throat- nay, her entire body felt like it was on fire. She tried to sit up, only to find most of her body was stiff. Bandages? Someone had wrapped her up like a mummy.
"J! J you're awake! HI! J! Hey! I, I put on some bandages for you. I patched you up...like, like in that movie we saw, remember?! Sylvia helped. I didn't wanna ask her, but...she said it was either her or you were gonna d...You....HEY! Hey guess what?! " Anne squeaked. Her twin sister. The girl was happy about something, her tail swishing like mad behind her.
"Loooooook what I got you from the arcade J! It's A Wile E. Coyote doll! See? See, I, it's life sized!" The little wolf squeaked, and ran over to the corner- where a doll of Wile. E. Coyote was sitting. It HAD to be at least eight feet tall, keeping a silent vigil over the room. The little wolf ran back, smiling sheepishly, as if trying really, really hard to keep from tears.
"...I, it's your favorite, right? Wile E. Coyote? It's your favorite? It took me almost an hour to win it, but when I did, I came running all the way back, j, just so...just so you could see. I also got some ice cream from the store. You know, c, chocolate and cherry. That's your favorite too, right? J? J it's your favorite, isn't it? I put it in the freezer for you, c, cause, cause my throat kinda hurts after I scream a lot but............ but you screamed for a really long time. I wanted to come in, but, I got scared. So I hid like you said. I, I'm sorry. " Anne whispered, rubbing her eyes softly, while tears began to pour. J gave her head the very briefest of nods and Anne leaned in close.
"...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...I...I shouldn't have...I mean, It's my fault. It's all my fault. It's my fault J. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to...I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want this to happen...Why did you do that? I ...He was mad at me, it's always my fault anyway. It was my fault. J? Are you mad? Are you mad at me? I'm..." The girl sniffled softly. There was a quiet cough from behind them. Suddenly, Sylvia was in the room, standing tall like normal. Her perfect posture, and thick, shining glasses reflecting the sunlight in the room, made her look like some sort of angelic creature with glowing eyes. She had come in though the door silently while Anne was beside herself with apologies, and looked them both over.
"If she'd not done such a...foolish, yet noble act, I calculate father's wrath, would have been targeted to my door next- had both you managed to get away. On that note....oh...it would have been at least a few minutes before he would resorted to using the shot gun to blow it open. Things would have gone from bad to worse. Never the less, I am quite prepared to have a rather frank discussion with child services the moment I...?" Sylvia paused, watching as her sister tried to sit up, eyes wide, shaking her head as best she could.
"W, what do you mean?" Anne whimpered quietly, while Sylvia crossed her arms.
"I think she is afraid if child care becomes involved or anyone else, for that matter, you two will be separated. Logically, we all probably will be. Mother and father will be charged with neglect, drug use, prostitution, abuse, and a variety of other such things, and probably spend a great deal of time in jail. The four of us, will probably be placed in foster care. Eventually father and mother will be deemed unfit to care for us, and we will be handed over to the state and then..."
"STOPIT!! Shaddup!" Anne snapped, and suddenly, lunged at Sylvia, whom simply stepped to one side. The taller wolf adjusted her glasses and sighed softly as Anne burst past.
"...You...you will need to testify...there is no point until you can speak again." She sighed softly, turned sharply on her heel, and exited the room. A moment later, she returned and marched over towards J, who watched her carefully. The older sister knelt down and shot an icy glance towards Anne.
"...I doubt anyone will tell you this. Mother or father. I know why you did what you did. It was stupid, reckless, irresponsible, and fool hardy, and statistically speaking you have obtained scars that will not heal for a very, long, time. You are only eight years old and you ... J. I am proud to be your sister for your commitment to this family. Do not do that a second time." The wolf whispered quietly. There were no more words after that. She stood up and left, leaving Anne and J alone again.
Anne sniffled quietly, rubbing her wrist against her eye, and turned to look at her sister, whom was sitting up in bed silently. She stumbled over and fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around J's neck, crying softly.
"No one's gonna split us up, ya hear? No one! No one not ever! I'm not gonna let it happen! I promise! Not gonna happen! You don't gotta worry, cause I'm not gonna let it happen!" She sniffled softly, nuzzling her sister's bandaged neck. J wanted to smile, but it hurt to do so. Instead, she just let her sister hug her, since she lacked the strength to wrap her arms around her in kind. They'd stay together though. She wasn't going to let anyone drive them apart- not even her own father. She didn't care what she had to go though, she'd keep the two of them together. No matter what.
She had no regrets.