Out of Darkness
A story I wrote on a whim one night. No real significance to it. Contains cub rape, you had your warning, please dont bitch at me.
"Such a cute little boy." My pack leader told me as he snapped a collar around my neck. I tried to get away but my arms and legs were bound, a wide gag in my mouth preventing my screams.
I knew better than to go out with the pack leader on my own but he told me my father wanted me, and that he was going to escort me there. Like an idiot, I went with him and when he got me as far from the pack as possible he tied me up as I struggled to break free. I'm only six years old, there wasn't much I could do to break away.
A thick chain attached to the collar weighing my neck down. I whimpered and squirmed.
"Your okay." He said as he pushed down my loin cloth. (I'm not allowed to wear more mature clothing until I reached sexual maturity.) His aw caressed my rear rubbing and stroking it as I tried to pull away. His paw came down hard upon it making me yelp. "Don't struggle and you wont get hurt." He said with a soft growl.
I whined as tears coursed down my cheeks. I felt him squeeze my rear and then felt his thick finger slide in. I tightened and yelped loudly trying to pull away. He grabbed my tail and jerked me back hilting his finger in me.
"Don't pull away from me." He said in warning as his finger thrust hard and deep into me. I sniffled and whimpered as he shoved in a second finger. Again I tried to pull away. The jerk on my tail this time had it popping. His hand gripping my scruff; claws digging in. "Your being a bad pup, bad pups are banished from the pack is that what you want?"
I shook my head and he smiled. "Good, now time for your initiation." He said.
My eyes widened and I screamed as his huge shaft was shoved in without warning. I gagged and coughed as he slammed in hard and deep gripping both my tail and scruff as he pounded away at my body.
He growled and grunted with each impact against my body. His panting got heavier and deeper with each thrust I could feel the swell of his knot against my abused torn hole. He started to pull out, I started to sigh thinking my torturing was over only to have him slam back inside knot and all. I jerked forward as his flood of cum poured into my body.
He remained locked in me, his body jerking as he continued to cum in me. I gasped and jerked body in pain from being stretched so wide.
It felt like forever until at last he softened and pulled out. His urine covered me from muzzle to tail. I cried curling up in a small ball as he laughed. "What a good little slut. You'll be a prize to our pack."
"What a good little slut. You're the pride of our club," My manager murred as he pulled his pants on, a mocking grins on his face.
I wiped the blood from my muzzle and neck. I stood up shakily and shook out my blood matted fur.
"Anything else you need tonight?" I asked.
The bear waved me away and I walked out sighing heavily. I'm now 26. Used and abused since that fateful night, bought, sold, and stolen, I am surrounded by the darkness of my life.
I made it back to my apartment and showered washing out the blood, piss and semen. I looked in the mirror. There was a cut under my left eye. The right side of my muzzle was bleeding a bit.
My neck had a bare patch where the choke chain snagged, and my ear had a fresh hole in it. I looked at myself in the mirror long and hard looking to see a shred of innocence. I growl and punched the glass shattering it and proceeded to clean the glass from my paw.
White furred arms wrapped around me. A soft muzzle nuzzled mine. "Hey baby, rough night?" Trent said softly. The white Alaskan hare turned me to face him and examined the nights troubles. "Your boss took you to his office again didn't he?" he asked softly picking up a rag and cleaning me up.
I looked at him, seeing everything I was not. Gentle, loving, and trouble free, even though the left side of his face had been burned beyond repair, and he walked with a prosthetic right leg. He used to be a sex slave. He was used so badly, beaten and nearly killed before he was rescued. And even through all he had been through he was never mad, never sad, he always smiled and was always at my side.
"Come to bed sweety." He said guiding me to our plush bed. He laid me on the bed and wrapped his arms around me. He rubbed my back and kissed my head nuzzling my muzzle.
"I love you sweety." He said. With those four words, the darkness in my heart lifted. My body shook and I started to cry. He held me, rocking my body against his.
"I love you too." I said sniffling a bit.
He stroked my scruff and kissed me.
I kissed him back and smiled at him. "In my crazy world, above all others, you were the one who was ugliest, and you above all others are the most beautiful, this is the unspoken, and undeniable truth." I whispered into his neck. He just pet my head, I knew there was a smile on his face. "And you, you above all others, pull me out of darkness, into the light. Why did you choose me?"
"Its because your smile looks so sad, like your in trouble, I always wanted to know the reason why..." he said softly.
"Hey, you there? Are you okay?" I looked into the pale red eye of a hare as I lay in a pool of my own blood. His face was covered with bandages, a hood over his head to protect against the rain. He put his grocery bag aside to pick me up into his arms, and carried me to his home.
He dressed my wounds, and bathed me. Not speaking until he had a bowl of soup infront of me.
"Your gonna live." He said with a smile. "My name is Trent, what about you?" he asked.
I looked up at him from the soup bowl. "How can I serve you master?"
He looked taken aback for a minute and smiled. "By telling me your name," he said leaning forward, "And your age."
"My name...... Luke... I'm fifteen." I whispered staring him in the eye.
"Hello, I'm 32." He said. "I'm glad to finally have a chance to meet you. I've seen you working. You don't look happy there."
"What is your wish sire?" I asked him.
"My wish? To save the world and to find my soul-mate."
"Soul...mate?" I said.
"Everyone goes around trying to find their soul-mate. But no matter how hard they look they can never find it. So instead they force two bodies together. It's funny... It's strange... It's sad.... Everyone wants to use that short time they have together to open their hearts. Even if it's a night dream bought with money."
I blinked at him.
"You can stay here all you want." He stood up and I heard a squeak looking at his leg. The beige plastic looked so foreign against his white fur. He caught me looking at it and smiled. "A memento of what life can do to the unfortunate." He said and left me at the table.
"Why didn't you let me die." I asked thirty minutes later when he came back to check on me. My food was untouched.
He smiled and sat at the table with me. "Its because your smile looks so sad, like your in trouble, I always wanted to know the reason why... and now I know, because I've already walked that path."