Apples for a Savior
A young girl in a hard, hard world.
The characters within are copyright to me. They are characters from an old project of mine. This does contain rape and younger people. If you are uncomfortable with ether of these, please leave. If you are not of legal age in your area to view this, then do not view it. If you do, well, you were warned and that is about all I can do. I do hope you all enjoy this, I intend it to be the first in a series.
Rave woke from her nap, sighing softly as she uncurled her lightly furred body and stretched. She blinked, looking around her small, yet cozy, living area. The doorway was placed in between two roots that grew down, huge and knotted before they sunk further into the ground. A window had been hollowed out from the earth and covered in a pane of clear glass that she had pawned for. The trader had told her that it had come from the far off New Albany Authority. She looked through that glass now, watching the sunlight divide into small rays that lit up the inside of her small home, nestled in a hill underneath a large oak tree. The inside had been covered by warped pine logs, dried and treated under a nice, hot summer sun to get the resin out. Small paintings hung on the walls, here and there, and a couple of bookshelves lined the small area as well.
Rave stopped looking around her home and sighed, getting out of bed and stretching again, bending over to touch her toes and then stretching out to limber her hips, knees and ankles. Popping her neck she threw on her traditional short, grey robe and walked over to her small, wooden cupboard and pulled out a wedge of cheese and a hunk of soft brown bread. She sat, looking out the window, drinking a cup of clean stream water as she broke her fast. Rave could see her reflection in the window as she watched hummingbirds flit around on the bushes outside. Her amethyst eyes watched every small movement and her small pointed ears twitched as she followed the outside sounds.
After she had finished eating, Rave put her wooden plate into a basin and rinsed it off, placing it on the side to dry. She tightened her robe, wiggling her clawed toes, watching the muscles move under the fur on her feet and legs. Sometimes she liked the solace of her home, and sometimes she did not. Today was one of the days she did not.
Rave had lived on her own since she was a small girl, her parents forced from their homes when the change came upon them. It had happened suddenly, a flash of light in the sky, the sun glowing green as it sought to break into Earth's atmosphere, tendrils of its radiation sinking through the ozone layer to bite at people, some burst into flame, screaming as they died, others shook, their hair falling out as they withered and fell to the ground, moaning softly as water pooled around them. Others, like Rave and her parents were luckier.
Rave remembered it well, seeing the terror in everyone's eyes, the terror that clawed at her breast and made her shrink into a ball, clutching at her mother's hand, too afraid to move or talk, almost too afraid to breathe. She had shrunk back, watching as the tendrils devoured her friend, Timmy, the golden haired boy who lived next door. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes bulging, but no sound came out as Timmy screamed and twisted his arms growing longer and his feet stretching out, toes growing thick and gnarly. His eyes turned a dark, dark green, almost black, as he grew, his body stretching, his fingers growing into branches, a crown of leaves and holly growing from his brow.
Rave bit off the memory before it could go any further, she didn't like thinking about the other things she had seen, the things she had felt, the exquisite, blinding pain that she had felt that day. The sun had left its mark on her too. She looked up and opened the door, stepping out into the mild spring air and sniffed at the budding roses, smiling as she felt a light breeze ruffling her fur. She picked up the basket that lay by the oak door, moving it to the other hand as she closed the latch and walked into the forest, whistling a happy tune, trying to forget about her dreams, the memories that still haunted her at night. Rave bent and collected berries, pulling them from the bushes as she passed, putting herbs into her basket as well. She looked around, trying to find some apples. Apple trees were rare, but she had seen some in the forest before.
Rave walked deeper into the woods, stepping over the ruins of benches and buildings. Nature had taken back its former lands after the Day of the Sun, as it had come to be known. The trees had moved quickly, almost as though they were alive, Shakespeare's words jumping from the page, coming violently to life as bushes, grass and forest had moved into the cities almost overnight, ousting the scared, the broken, the human and the changed from their homes. She and her parents had been pushed out that day. They had been hiding in their house, trying to figure out what to do, trying to make their new forms fit into their way of life, thinking of what the neighbors would say. None of that had mattered by the evening when the trees had pushed against the house, the floorboards and beams creaking as they threatened to break.
They had fled the house moments before it crashed down. Their parents had been right to worry, at first it had been stares, a group shunning of the changed. Timmy had been seen, moving through the trees, drops of amber sap falling from his eyes as he moved, almost unseen through the forest, just one tree among thousands. The family of wolves had huddled together, staying away from the group. It was a little after midnight when the first rock hit Rave's mother. Many more had followed, breaking her leg and making her shoulder swell as they fled into the night, stumbling upon the small cave that they had built into their home over the years. She remembered her mother's death two summers later and her father, the next winter, dying of a chill that wouldn't leave him. And there she was, abandoned at 10 years old, forced to fend for herself. That spring was when the raiders found her.
Rave's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she remembered, picking apples slowly from one of her precious apple trees. It was because of her tears that she failed to notice the movement in the woods behind her.
It was a tall figure, shrouded by a thick black cloak, almost invisible in the shadows of the forest, making sure to stay out of the light. Dark, dark green eyes glowed dully from the blackness, eyes moving over Rave's tight, firm rump, moving up to her back, muscled, yet dainty. The figure took a slow step forward, its great gnarled foot moving forward, dirt falling from the sole of its foot as it set it down softly.
Rave wiped her eyes and turned to go back to her small cottage in the hill when she saw it. She gasped, nearly dropping the basket. "T...Timmy?' She asked, breathlessly. The last time she had seen him.
Rave looked through her young eyes, crying softly at her helplessness, unable to do anything as her arms were pinned behind her young body. Timmy shook on the floor, his tree-like body fighting wildly, with the strength of a young sapling, but it did not help him. She could see him clearly, the cloak he always wore ripped from his body, his thick, limb-like cock pointing flaccidly towards the floor as the crusty man above him spat onto his ass.
He wiped spit from his scraggly beard and turned to face Rave, "Yer next,No. wolfie," he cackled and then placed the tip of his cock against the mahogany pucker of Timmy's ass and thrust in, the skin, if you could call it that, stretching around the dirty man's thick cock. Timmy screamed, a sound akin to a branch shattering in a high wind, thrashing in the arms of the four men who held him down. The dirty man looked at Rave and winked as he pulled out of Timmy and thrust back into his once virgin hole, driving deeper inside of him with each thrust. He grunted, reaching around to stroke Timmy's cock, his calloused hand sliding along Timmy's rod, stroking him with each thrust he planted inside the young tree's body, fucking him harder, making the leaves that covered his head shake.
Timmy's face was covered in tears, Rave could see that from where she lay, even through the tears of rage and helplessness. She could feel her own clothes being ripped off her body, exposing her small tits, the patch of white fur that surrounded her small slit. She shook, knowing it would do no good to try and escape as she felt fingers rub against her, her eyes closing as Timmy groaned in spite of himself, his cock jumping and shooting his load of thick green cum onto the cement floor.
Rave cried out, a cock pressing into her young lips, pushing her apart as it slipped deeper inside her. She screamed a howl of pain as she felt it invade her, tearing her hymen. Timmy moaned across the way from her, cum leaking from his small ass as another man, not as crusty this time thrust into him and began to fuck him hard, slamming into his soft ass, making the skin-like wood slap against him. He looked over at Rave and smiled. It was the cruelest smile Rave had ever seen. She snarled at him through her tears, trying to numb herself to the rape.
Rave howled again, her muzzle filling with the man's cock, thick with the taste of Timmy's ass on him. She remembered it tasted like oranges as she was forced to suck it, gagging on the man's length as he forced himself deeper into her mouth, pressing against her throat. She cried out, her slit burning as the man behind her fucked her harder, his hands on her hips, driving into her again and again, his cock swelling inside of her.
Rave gasped, looking down, trying to dispel the memories, the feeling of them men lifting her, their hands on her as they fucked her from both ends, filling her with their pulsing cocks as they ravished her young body. Rave's tears had dried up, replaced by numb shock as she lay there, her body shaking as cock after cock was pushed into her, fucking her until it spurted inside of her, filling her womb with semen.
She had seen Timmy, taking more up his ass, being forced to suck men, his mouth open as thick amber drops fell from his eyes. She had cried with him then, forced to watch him being raped, even as she was. The night before the event occurred, she was tied to a chair and fucked hard by one of the changed, one like Timmy.
Her folds were forced apart by the thick cock as it forced its way inside of her, swaying like a branch in the wind as the tree-person held her hips with its strong, soft, gnarled hands. It fucked her without mercy as she was forced to watch Timmy being mounted by common dogs, being taken and knotted again and again like a common bitch. It was then that she made up her mind to kill every last one of them.
Rave shook her head, banishing the memories, trying not to think of the rough sex she had been force to endure, over and over at the hands of the humans before she had taken advantage of one man's laziness, using her teeth for the first time. She had buried them deep into the man's throat as her claws scrabbled against his shirt, biting deep into his skin. She had cut her way deep, disemboweling him, her rage igniting inside of her like the snap of dry wood as it bursts into flame. Rae had stalked through the compound of huts, her fur soaked red as she slaughtered the men inside, a primal, more bestial part of her taking over o her young mind wouldn't have to bear the pain and feel the blood splashing against her fur, but, despite that, she still remembered every second of it.
Rave looked down and then spoke softly, "I'm sorry, I....," she broke off and looked up. Timmy was gone. In his place stood a small basket filled with fresh, red apples and a small note that read: Thank You.