Grimm's Fairy Tales - The Lucky One
Grimm's Fairy Tales - Chapter Three - The Lucky One
Disclaimer
First and foremost this is a Disney HORROR fanfiction through and through!
BUT!
If the gory violation and death of some of your favorite childhood characters is not something you wish to read than turn away now, but if you ever had to ask yourself why the good guys always have to win in the end or why the bad ones lose just because their bad, well my stories are for you! I can never tell when, or if I'll get another story out, but like I say, "if you can't find the story you want. Write it yourself! You'll be happy you did." Thank you and
HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2009!
-Grimm
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After dropping him off Charlie B. Barkin decided to walk himself back to David's house the long way around that late October day, tomorrow was to be Halloween and decorations lined the city streets giving the Shepherd much to look at as walked down the street.
It would be safe to assume he was never in much of hurry to do anything, because he never was, even though Sasha was probably running in circles for him right now, the waiting would probably make it all the more exciting once he did get back. As much as he enjoyed the comforts of heaven, it was quite simple really, the hassle and fuss right here on earth on a city street, was to Charlie, what truly made things interesting. Although it could be said nothing is ever as simple as it seems, the storm clouds were getting nearer from the north, it would storm tonight that night Charlie thought to himself as he approached a dark puddle at the side of the road where a silver glimmer appeared within its outline, and the form of whippet seemed to take shape before the puddle splashed in Charlie's face as a bicycle shot by dissipating the Angels dire message before Charlie could even take notice of her.
Charlie stopped wiped his face with a dirty paw.
Not long afterward, a car zoomed by.
Charlie sighed before wiping his face once again with his other paw
And they wonder why dogs chase em, Charlie groaned to himself before walking on leaving the shimmering puddle with a desperate Angel searching the now empty street.
When Charlie finally walked through door to David's house, wet and slightly unclean. The house was quiet and David's step-mom sat relaxed in a chair, knitting baby undergarments on her rounded belly. It wouldn't be long now he thought to himself.Charlie went up to her and performed the standard maneuvers that any "good" family canine was made to perform.
After a few soothing words and caresses over Charlie's ears as well as the threat of a needed bath. Charlie escaped to the second floor and to David's room where he was promptly ambushed by a particularly beautiful, albeit horny Irish Setter.
Before he could even think to make a sly remark, the lanky Shepherd was put on his back as she went down on him.
Perhaps it was about time Charlie reminded her how good he really was.
Little did he know the entire world was about to change...
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That same day in the far off country side...
Gentle winds blew through spotted fur as the young pup rested himself calmly, on a low lying hill. Overlooking the farm he had come to know and love since his families move.
Lucky sighed with a sweet breath of tranquility under the October sunset. In just a few short hours it would be Halloween, and he promised himself that until then, he would spend the day just like any other, with the one girl he had come to care about most in the world.
Cadpig gazed up from the sweet grass on which she lay with passionate eyes toward her Big Brother. Cadpig sat up and nestled against Lucky's furry chest, who continued to gaze at the magnificent sunset.
A grin slowly crossed Lucky's sly face as he felt a soft paw envelop his sheath. He didn't have to look down to know what was happening, instead he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling Cadpig was giving him, caressing his tender sheath with skilled paws. A soft whimper escaped Lucky's lips as the tip of his member emerged from its furry sheath, as far as he was concerned these puppy plays were exciting and very new to him and his sister, only discovering their unique effects until just a few short weeks ago.
Lucky moaned as Cadpig moved her head from his shoulder down his milk colored chest and in between a forepaw and hind leg, she looked longingly at the tip as poked out from between his legs, but to Lucky's surprise, Cadpig's head popped between his forepaws instead, she gazed at him for a moment at his confused expression and Lucky gazed down at the small creature below him.
"What are you..."
But before he could finish that same spotted creature shot from below, flipping the pup onto his back, Lucky yelped in surprise but a firm kiss to his lips effectively muffled it.
Now this was trick or treating! Lucky thought to himself and smiled
They kissed for a good minute, before Cadpig began to lick around the pup's neck and down his chest, stopping ever so often to nibble at a particularly sensitive area. Cadpig continued on down till she reached his prize and treasure standing red against his stomach, Lucky blushed slightly, always enjoying but never fully comprehending his little sister's games. Cadpig gently began to lap firmly at his now fully erect member. She licked from tip to base and base to tip, occasionally nibbling softly on his forming knot. Lucky moaned increasingly louder with each stroke of her silky tongue. After a few moments of teasing she carefully rested her head on his stomach the tip of his cock rubbing gently against her nose.
With a quick sniff she engulfed it into her mouth and proceeded to bombard it with flicks of her tongue. Lucky screamed through clenched teeth, while she bobbed her head down on his shaft. With tight lips she slowly took him as deep into her throat as she possibly could.
Before she knew it Lucky was bucking into her muzzle at a rapid pace with his paws pressing down on her head and knew that he was not going to last much longer. With one last flick of her tongue, she sent him over.
Lucky's body shuddered, his toes curled, his eyes screwed shut and his teeth clenched, as he felt his juveniles contract in his young sack sending what little fluid they could muster into her muzzle.. Every few seconds his penis twitched on her silky tongue, in orgasm, while Cadpig relished the youthful taste.
It wasn't until the tapering of his climax Lucky opened his eyes and put a paw on Cadpig's head to push her off his overly sensitive area. With great reluctance she obeyed and slipped her mouth from him and crawled up to Lucky's face to plant a firm kiss.
"Happy Halloween Big Brother."
She said while she closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep.
Lucky smiled contented and tranquil for one last time before he too settled into a deep sleep.
While the sun continued to set, a dense fog slowly descended upon the hill on which the two pups lay, bringing with it two shadowy figures that gazed upon their flesh with hungry eyes.
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Several loud bangs woke the sleeping pup from his slumber on the hill.
His face was warm and as he blinked, the sun seemed to shine in his eyes.
But another loud bang echoed across the hill bringing the groggy pup to full attention in half a heartbeat.
It was the bang of a shotgun.
Lucky's eyes shot open and fear overwhelmed him as he looked to find the dark night sky staring back at him, smoke was thick in the air and his head was dizzy with it, he felt groggy and coughed as he realized it had effected his consciousness.
When Lucky look up, It took an excruciating long moment for the little one to believe what he saw.
The farmhouse and the barn was ablaze, collapsing wood paneling screamed open and the grain silo had just collapsed to the ground.
"No."
Lucky couldn't believe the horror that he saw and his heart stopped when he realized his sister wasn't at his side.
With terrible fear he ran down the hill and made his way as fast as he could to the burning barn where his 98 brothers and sisters normally slept.
Did they make it out? He thought to himself.
As he ran through the forest trees and approached the edge of the ridge to the farm, he heard two very familiar voices argueing, for the third time in his life his heart sunk in chest, heavy with fear.
Their British accents easily showed through.
"Grab the other end!"
Lucky crawled along the top of the ridge and gazed down to the barn yard road.
From Lucky's vantage point at the very edge of the tree line he could see the familiar sights of Horace and Jasper and a large truck with rows and rows of cages upon its flatbed each one filled to the brim with tired, confused and soot dusted pups, many were even crying all of whom were looking at something on the other side of the truck that he couldn't see. A dark tarp soon made them all disappear from his view.
"What do I do with this feisty blote!"
Horace asked, griping a small runt of a pup by the scruff of the neck
"I found it by the waterin hole'"
Cadpig struggled and whimpered in his grasp.
Lucky growled, but he knew there was nothing he could do.
"Throw her in the front! Let's get movin! Leave the dead!"
Jasper scoffed as he tossed the 12 gauge into the bed of the truck his last words chilling Lucky to the core.
Lucky cursed to himself out of his helplessness as the two blokes themselves hoped into the vehicle, started it up and drove away leaving behind the burning house and barn and the buckshot ridden body of his mother.
Lucky slowly made his way down the hillside to their country road. He walked up to his mother's side and slowly caressed her unmoving cheek. The tears ran freely now and he laid their next to her for several minutes till the siren of a fire engine made its way down the country road some time later.
Lucky reluctantly got up and made his way around the edge of the burning farm that was still raging.
Coming around he saw the charred remains of several farm animals including the gunned down remains of anything that wasn't Dalmatian or adult.
He found the charred remains of the Colonel, Mooch and Blaze, by the smoldering edge of the barn.
As he approached the edge of the house, the roaring fire soon kept Lucky at bay, unable to reach or deduce anything that had occurred in the seemingly new surprise attack by De Vil only this time she was determined for to be the last.
He found Pongo at the burning door step of the house determined to protect his master at any cost like any good dog. But the shattered head from a shotgun's slug and the smell of burning flesh from inside the house told Lucky that his father was unsuccessful in that attempt.
He would have gone to him right then and cuddled there like he had with his mother had the fire not burned so close. But sitting there silhouetted against the burning house Lucky shed more tears none the less, his tears quickly drying in the blazing inferno of the farm.
Only when the horrid smell of death hit him even more and the firemen approached its flaming sides did Lucky get up and he remembered the brothers and sisters that were taken and that someone had to try to help them if he could.
He went to the last road from which he last saw them said goodbye to his mother who still lay quiet at the side of the road and proceeded to begin his lonely track, when a loud roaring from behind him awakened him to a fierce black and red hot rod that screamed by just as Lucky ducked out of the way.
He was sure he could hear maniacal laughing as it past.
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For several hours he searched on that evil October night when he came to a road in an otherwise open field, he scented something new.
He was close to them he could smell them. The sweet smell of flowers from Cadpig and the tangy smell of kibble from Rolly and he knew he had to hurry before the scent went cold.
Things were different this time around, he knew this time they wouldn't be watching TV with their captures long enough for him to find a way to sneak them out. The tears he had shed over his lost parents told him that.
But he still had to do something.
Courageously the pup dried his tears and set off once again down the road.
For hours more he walked and the moon danced across the sky telling him so and lucky for him the trail never went dead. The pup's nose kept telling him to go on and he did. As desperate as he was to find his siblings, it pained him to have to tell them what happened to their father, if there were still any that hadn't already known that is, it also pained him to tell them why he alone broke the rules and had slept outside that night for all the fairness in the world, he should have been with his siblings right now, enduring whatever it was they were forced to endure.
Why was he always the "Lucky" one?
Just as he thought this and as if the fates were mocking him and his pondering selflessness, Lucky caught the faint smell of blood, his sibling's blood.
The adrenaline began to rise once again in his veins; there was no time to waste anymore. Lucky took off as fast as his already tired body would go, down the dirt road as it diverged into thick forest and trees which soon cut out into an small clearing with a lone cabin at its center; A shack of a place with wooden walls and tin roof and a yard with a thick wooden fence behind it.
Yellow light shone from the window of the cabin, and the truck sat out in front.
The scent of blood was strong now and it scared him, but the greatest fear that festered in his soul more than the smell of congealed blood was the absolute, screaming silence.
Not a bark, not a yelp, not a sound.
For the first time in his young life, Lucky had the feeling of shear dread. Yet the only thing that kindled his hopes was that he could not smell the stench of death.
So Lucky continued, quietly making his way around carefully avoiding stepping into a ray of light from the cabin window, to the back where the thick wooden fence soon loomed over him.
Try as he might. He couldn't see inside the cracks, It wasn't until Lucky went around the next bend did he find that the fence wasn't a fence at all, but a barrier to prevent any prying eyes from seeing what Lucky was about to see.
Rows and rows of cages lined up across as Lucky walked along the back wall of the would-be fence. He walked with soft footsteps gazing up at them looking for the brothers and sisters the he was certain would be trapped in them calling for him to let them out.
But they were all empty.
Cage doors already swung open.
"Cadpig, Rolly Tripod!"
He whispered as loudly he dared.
Had they already escaped? Lucky thought hoping to himself.
A grin of a smile began to form on Lucky's cute face as humorous thoughts of how truly dumb Cruella's blokes could be rolled into his head.
Lucky gazed away from the shack to the dense forest trees not twenty feet away that his brothers and sisters most certain would have escaped into.
Splash.
Just as he was about to turn towards the forest and follow their escape Lucky's paw dipped into a small puddle. His focus broken, Lucky brought the soaking paw to his muzzle and proceeded to lick the water and dirt from it, when with a heavy cough and gag he choked on the irony taste.
Quickly struggling to silence himself, Lucky raised his paw to the shining moonlight to find it dyed in red and dripping with blood.
He stared wide eyed at his paw before quickly wiping it the best he could on the tall grass.
His heartbeat raced and his grin disappeared as all inkling of hope faded from his mind.
He watched the red pool stream from somewhere inside the wall of cages.
Lucky breathed faster gazed once more at the dark forest and to the dark back of the shack and closed backdoor which he could only barely make out through the wire mesh of dozens of cages before preceding down the alleyway between them to trail back to where the blood flowed.
Scraping slightly on the cage sides he followed the stream as it winded in the labyrinth of twisted wire. He had to find them.
His breathing grew sharper and shallower every anxious second and the feeling of dread was more painful than ever. He winded left and he winded right the stench of blood growing fiercer with each passing step and upon reaching the back wall of the shack he came within a few inches of running into a cage and with one final step he turned around the last empty cage.
Lucky cried out when he found them.
"No."
Tears welled in his eyes.
Before his sight stood dozens of small tanned pelts flapping in the wind.
Bloody bodies littered the ground below them, crumpled, murdered, skinned and defeated.
Wind whistled through the mesh cages. Lucky whimpered as he slowly stepped forward through the massacre.
Their skins hung stretched and salted on high sticks, like gravestones.
They were gone.
They were all gone.
The puppy cried now, tender tears dripped from his eyes on to the bodies of his kin as he passed them by.
Two-Tone, Whizzer, Freckles
He walked on to the other edge of the ruined shack, growing more terrified with each step he took toward a window above a pile of firewood right next to the dark backdoor.
But he had to know...
Lucky climbed up and peered in where he saw the last of his kin. He counted the dead forms of his final siblings. Tripod and Penny lay motionless across the table, their tonguing lolling out of their mouths, beside them he watched in horror as one of his brothers, hung from a wire, whose unsheathed penis swung side to side as Horace finished pulling off his 96th skin, Horace then cut the wire dropping the naked corpse in a small heap on the gore covered floor. As he pulled the peeled skin outside in like winter sweater, Lucky made out a dark circle around the right eye... a dark patch.
Lucky couldn't take anymore and the thought of their skins covering the flesh of the most evil woman ever known made him sick on his own paws.
But that was it there was nothing left to do. There was nobody left to save. He was too late.
Lucky cried as silently as he could for but a moment before finally turning around, stepping down off the pile of firewood and walking away back toward the cages that had carried his family to its doom.
Lucky knew he had to leave as fast and as quiet as could, for if those two demons found him here, it wouldn't be long before he too was being cut from the wire and his skin added to Cruella's insulation.
He turned the corner to the shack and made his way as fast as he could through the graveyard, trying his best not look at the bodies, when the howling wind whispered in his ear
"Lucky..."
The blood ran cold in his veins. He stopped and closed his eyes for but a moment.
That voice, though the cheer was gone, he could never forget that voice as the old memories of his little sister echoed through his mind and he longed for her and all the rest of his loved and lost siblings.
He walked on slowly now into the brisk night crying renewed tears that wetted his already chilled cheeks and as a mind echoes dreams in the quiet repose between dawn and dusk that same tormenting voice echoed once again like a ghost in the wind.
"Lucky, I'm cold"
The Dalmatian stopped dead in his tracks, it was that same voice and it echoed real to him.
Hope began to trickle through him. Had he missed one? Had he miscounted? Could she still be alive?
Lucky turned around and called too her.
"Cadp-!"
His heart stopped and he tried to stifle a small fearful yelp to no avail, Lucky stared, paralyzed as if the grim hand of death had squeezed his heart to bursting, his eyes drenched in fear, his stomach churned once again.
Walking, staggering towards him. A skinless horror, naked muscles rippled and bled with every flex and pull. Blood dripped down translucent tendons, white fat and exposed teeth. Cadpig's flayed and dead looking body, limped and staggered towards her Big Brother.
"She got us Lucky."
She quietly whispered in pain.
Lucky couldn't talk.
"Lucky. It hurts so much!"
Lucky back pedaled away from the walking.
"Please stay away."
Though her face was gone, Lucky could tell she was hurt by those words. But this was not the same sister who had loved him but a few hours earlier. It couldn't be.
As Lucky stepped back he slipped as something shattered under his backpaw, and he yelped and fell to the ground. The bottle had been thin, but the glass cut deep. Lucky winced in pain as he got up and looked down at the old yellow label which uncurled its message beneath his bleeding pads.
CHLOROFORM: HANDLE WITH CARE
Lighting shot from the night sky as the coming storm unleashed itself in a torrent of rain upon the earth. Soon moans and cries sounded off all around him, crying as the water's sting, tortured their open bodies, echoing off the dark forest trees and steel cages to roar into the night as one by one, his brethren woke from their dreams to a nightmare, stirring, waking, to find their skins robbed.
Peeled... Hot and smoking off their sleeping hides.
Not as the living dead.
But just as the living.
The backdoor rattled in its hinges.
"That's the last of em Horace! And I think I hear the buggers' finally wakin up!"
The shack door flew open with a loud clap of wood and sheet metal, basking Lucky and his pristine, spotted pelt in hot yellow, condemning light. Jasper stood at the doorway with a thick rubber butchers apron, red with gore, a three legged body in his right hand, and its skin in the other. He stared down his long ugly nose at the lonely, terrified Lucky standing amid the flailing flocks of flayed pups in genuine and utter surprise.
A grin slowly defined Jaspers face.
"Run, Lucky... run. Cadpig said quietly before falling to her wounds.
Not long after, Lucky started running for his life.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
From Grimm