SoLDieR KiD 01
Read with the song by LAKE OF TEARS: Raistlin And The Rose THIS IS A SERIES WORK ABOUT A KID THAT LIVES SOMEWHERE IN ASIA, IS KIDNAPPED BY MILITARY REBELS AND IS TURNED INTO A KID SOLDIER. THIS IS NOT FOR SOFT PEOPLE, SINCE IT DEALS WITH ISSUES THAT ARE A REALITY IN SOME COUNTRIES. I HAVE STARTED IT TO PUT MY GRAIN INTO SOME MINDS, AND AS THEY SAY, A GRAIN DOES NOT MAKE A GRANERY, BUT HELPS THE COMRADE. THIS STORY SERIES IS BORN BY A REAL PIECE OF NEWS I SAW IN TV, AND IT IS NOT FOR MINORS OR SOFTMINDED FURS. PLEASE NOTE THAT IT DEALS WITH "CUBPHILIA", SEXUAL SLAVERY AND CUB EXPLOTATION. I WILL TRY NOT BE TOO EXPLICIT, BUT YOU CAN IMAGINE WHAT IS GOING ON. REALIZE THAT THIS HAPPENS IN SOME COUNTRIES. Disclaimer: Even though I play with something that could burn my paws while I write it, it deserves some attention. I don´t want you to jack of at this, I want you to realize this is happening. I will try to skip the most gruesome parts, and add a bit of yiff made by adult soldiers. It is really a protest against countries who allow this kind of stuff to happen. Flags: Foster care, touching, m/M Note to the readers: In Spain the main meal of the day is lunch. I do not know if in Asia it is like in Spain, but I´m trying, in order to write it more confortably, to keep the meals like in Spain. You would wonder why I am writing this directly in English and the resadon is simple: This server does not allow a special character, which is ENIE. I would have to use that character a lot, but I would not be able to post this story correctly. Besides, you would not be able to read it, right? Also, Im doing it for English practice. Hope you like it... Chapter 1: Touching "Kallyyyy..." called a voice. The voice seemed to come from very far away, as if it was a voice you could hear in the middle of a mist cloud. -I´m dreaming- he thought. -This is a dream, and Im still in my bed, in my house...- but something told him this was untrue, like some lie he told himself to feel better. And he trusted that lie. "Kallyyyy..." the voice insisted. He went deeper into the dream, falling down into something that resembled too well a bottomless pit. Images -mom- flashed -dad- though his mind. The racoony face of his father began to speak, and he trembled only by the fact that he knew... "YOU ARE DEAD!!!" he shouted, sitting up in his bed. Dane was trying to wake him up, by moving him by the elbow, but this sudden sit up and scream made her to screetch. "What´s gotten into you, boy?" she said, half scared, half angry, and then she softened her voice. "You had a bad dream, haven´t you?" "huh-huh..." he nodded apologetically. "I dreamed that--" he halted, and then he half remembered where he was. He did not trust the dog, not knowing why. Just in case, he resolved not to tell her. Maybe the rat... yes, he would tell Marthy... "Yes?" the dog pressed in. "Uh-Nothing" he stammered."I don´t remember it." "Yeah, I have had that kind of stuff myself... One second you remember what you just dreamed, and the next one you forgot everything..." she shrugged. "Oh well I was waking you up because it´s long after breakfast time, and you should get up to have at least some lunch..." "Lunch? What time is it?" the little one almost whined. "It´s about 2:30 PM. Why did you whine?" Dane asked, genuinely concerned. "Oh, nothing" he remembered fully now where he was. "It´s just that the garbage truck would be long gone by now, and that was the only way to get some food for the day..." "Oh, dear, what tough times must you gone through" Dane said, trully sad. She wanted to hug that little thing that was sitting up in the bed... but he reecked. "Not too bad" the little racoon said, smiling. Broken and dirty teeth showed up, and Dane had to use all her will not to tremble at this sight. "Well, first things first... Do you know how to shower?" Dane asked, almost sure he would refuse, or even worse, to have to do it herself. The racoon put on a quizzical look and said: "What is that?" "It is cleaning you up a bit, dear... Sorry to say, but you stink..." The racoon raised his eyebrows and protested:"Well, I don´t want to clean myself, and you cant do a danm thing about it, Dane!" "Oh, what I first need to do is wash your tongue with soap, you little rascal! You do not answer your adults like that!" she was angry now. "You think you can go like that, all stinked up and with remains of garbage in your bed and fur?" "Well danmed sure I will, and you can´t change that!" he said, and tucked in the bed sheets. "We´ll see about that!" and she opened the bed completely, picking him up by the foot, and dragged him, with the intention of putting him in the bathroom tub. The cub, suprised, kicked at her hand with the other foot´s heel, but it didnt seem to work. "It will be worse if I tell Marthy, you know? Now quit that heeling!" "Let me go!" the racoon shouted. The hall was full of kids who saw the whole scene. Some of the kids were laughing, seeing how the "newie" was being forced to shower, and some of them pitied him. They, too, had been dragged like that. But most were laughing. "What are you laughing about? Scat!" Dane exclaimed, trying to rid the boy from the scarnious looks and the most unnice laughing. The kids at that began to look to some other point of the hall, or talk with the next fur near him or her, but most of them kept laughing and peeping at him being dragged. They at last arrived to a door that was the bathroom´s. She opened it, -most kids would say "slammed open"- and got the kid inside. Angry as she was, she could not hide a little smirk in her face at the whole racket the little thing was making. "LET ME GO!!!! LET ME GO!!!!" he shouted over and over. "Ok, I let you go! Now get up so I can undress you!" she said, while she locked the door. As soon as she freed his heel he got up and tried to open the door, but the was in the middle and it also was locked. He tried with all his might to force open the door, but he couldn´t. When he tired trying to break the door lock, she said:"Ok, enough... I dont have all day." She tried to approach him, but the little racoon nailed his nails into her hand´s fur. Immediately, a paw came swift, and hit him in the nuzzle. That made the racoon stumble and almost fall back on his butt. "I-I..." she said. "I didn´t mean to do it, dear, honest..." The racoon was sitting on the far end of the bathroom´s floor, squirming and trying to hide under a table that was there to put the proper things, such as toothbrushes and similiar. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING BAD TO ME!!" he shouted, crying. "AND YOU HIT ME! I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE CITY RIGHT NOW!!!" "WHAT IS ALL THAT RACKET?!" A voice came from outside the door. "DANE, ARE YOU ALLRIGHT?!" Marthy. -Oh, goodness- she thought. "It´s allright, Marthy, I´m trying to give Kally a bath, but he does not want to." She said to the door. "Ok, I will do it. Open the door." Marthy said, his voice more calm. "Fine! I´m trying to get into terms with this child and all you do is interrupt me." She said, as she unlocked the door and stormed down the hall to do something else. Marthy stepped cautiously into the room. He searched with his eyes for the racoon, and he found him under the table. "Hey, kiddo... Want to play with the water a bit?" he tempted the child in order to get out of under the table. "NOOOOO!!!! I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE CITY RIGHT NOW!" he wailed. "Why, dear?" he asked. "BECAUSE THAT BITCH HIT MEEEEEEEEE!!!!" and he began to cry louder. "She did WHAT?!" he almost shouted too. "She hit meeeee..." he cried somewhat softer. He didnt know why, but Marthy had a way to calm him by his sole presence. "I will talk to her later... Sorry, and I´m sure she is sorry too... Now get out of there... Would you like a candy?" He took one out of his pant´s pocket and felt like some bastard giving a candy like that, as he was some kind of furvert, trying to give the child a poisoned candy. "I will only get out of here if there is no shower..." he began to sniff. "I cant promess you that, dear... you stink, if you dont mind me saying so." "I dont want to wash myself, Marthy, and you cant make me!" he spat. "I could... but I dont want to." he reasoned. "I would like you to understand that you can go like that... Hey, I know what! I will give you an extra youghurt if you shower properly, ok?" -Tempting the child again, right, Marthy-, he said to himself. He temptatively accepted the candy that was offered, and got out of under the table. He was trembling by the sole sight of the tub, but he liked candy so much... "Now then, lets get all those dirty clothes off, shall we?" He understood that the kid had found the shower reasonable. "NO, I DONT WANT TOOOO!" he still trembled, and tried to scape trough the open door. "Now, now, kiddo" Marthy got him, lowering his arm towards him, and preventing him to go out the door. "You need to follow a few rules here." He closed the door. "First one: you and every kid in this house needs to take a shower every day. If you dont know how to do it, we will show you how. Second: You need to do your chores everyday without exception. And third: you have to obey us, we would not tell you to do a thing that would hurt you. Understand?" "I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE CITY!" he shouted. "We cant do, dear, and the sooner you understand that the sooner you will begin to have fun here!" "At least let me skip the shower today, please... It is my first day here..." he began to try to soften him. No luck. "Kally, I would give you a break, and you know it. But you smell really bad now. I will give you some soap and shampoo, and I will teach you how to use them, but you have to cooperate, ok?" "NOOO, I DONT WANT TO!" "Spit the candy then!" He thought a while about that. He was so hungry and it tasted so good... Maybe the shower wasnt that bad of an alternative. For all response, he began to undress. The rat nodded aproovingly. "Thats my man!" he opened the water and let it run a while as he undressed. "You will like it, I think... Do you know how to shower?" "N-no." "Then I will teach you. Get in the tub..." As he obeyed, Marthy got a quick survey at the racoon´s body. No scars to be seen, no visible wounds... but of course his fur was hiding most of the body, and until he searched more thoughtfully he would not know. "Now," he began. "this is soap. This is used for the whole body, as well as your tail. It cleans most of the rubbish, and makes you smell good. You have to take it in your hands and rub it through your whole body. As you dont know how, I will teach you by the example. Now, use the shower bud to wet all your fur, and then we will begin to soap you up." He did as Marthy said, trying out the temperature of the water to make sure it was nice for him. As he did that, Marthy could not stop thinking how much fun would he have with the kid... Washing the little fur would be a challenge, and, hidding the budgle his penis was rising, he began to wash the kid...
"Now then, Dane, why did you hit the kid?" Asked MArthy later on, while they were having their lunch with the rest of the kids sorrounding them. "Well, he scratched me." she said, as she directed an spoonfull of soup to her muzzle. "Ok... He didnt tell me that... Now, please, do not do that again. I would have real trouble if one of Gearty´s delivery kids got hurt in the process." "Ok... now eat. We have to make a delivery soon enough; this afternoon, to be exact..." TO BE CONTINUED...