{"sf1_id":7187,"sf2_id":"k1V9NqGn","title":"In The Wake of War Chapter One: Innocence Lost","author":"Trinket","words":3078,"posted_at":"2005-09-22T17:57:00.000Z","tags":["Jaguar","Lynx","M/F","Rape","Riding","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/7187-in-the-wake-of-war-chapter-one-innocence-lost","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V9NqGn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=7187\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of In The Wake of War","content":" As the sun rose over the white blanketed village of Rion, a place  \nonce full of peace and harmony now destroyed in the wake of war.  \nHomes had been burned down to a cinder and bodies lay bloodied along the  \nonce thriving feilds of vegetation. The occurence had not been forseen  \nfor those of Rion were a neutral people, but apparently amongst them  \nwas at least one traitor, possibly two, each on opposing sides of the  \nwar that had been set off when Princess Zosma had been kidnapped.  \n  \nZosma was to have been the ruler of the lands for her parents had  \ndied in a tragic accident a year ago and she was to have taken the  \nthrone, perhaps it was more than just an accident no one even today  \nis certain. However this left her much younger sister, Zelea in the  \nhands of a guardian till the day she was old enough to take the throne  \nor the day when her sister would reappear.  \n  \nOn a lonely brown gnoll where once a lovely flower garden had grown  \nstood a little lynx kitten with enormous eyes holding close against  \nher body a little doll. The kitten's clothing as well as that of her  \ndoll was tattered and torn, soot hiding most of the facial features  \nand soiling the doll. The kitten's tears rolled down her cheek  \nsilently as she watched on, the last flickering flame now dowsed by  \nthe downpour of rain. She was the last furre alive now of this town  \nor so she assumed. There appeared to be nothing and no one left and  \nif there were they were corpse's dead and rotting as ashes and the  \noutlines of houses surrounded them. It was a desolate sceen that  \ncould not be changed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With a sniffle the kitten jumped as thunder cracked above, she  \nran for cover, but stopped as she came to the ruins of what she had  \nonce called home. She didn't go inside, there was no longer an inside  \nto go in, but her family was buried beneath the rubble as the house  \nhad caved in during the battle that had waged. There were kittens  \nyounger and older than herself who had met their doom. She'd seen  \nsuch terrible things, some of them at least the females had been  \ntaken as prisoners. Her best friend though, a male kitten about  \na year older than her had been taken, she'd heard the soldiers  \nsay that he'd be a tasty tidbit for those who prefered the same  \ngender as themselves. She wimpered his name, \"Torry,\" again her  \nface was awash with tears, streaks of her silvery fur revealed in  \nstreaks though still most of her and her clothing was torn, tattered  \nand covered in soot.  \n  \nShe glanced down at her doll, the only comfort she now had left,  \n\"Jeniria. Oh Jeniria what am I going to do? Where will I go? What  \nis to happen to me. Why did Torry have to go?\" she cried as she fell  \nto her knees, her arms wrapped around the small doll. \"I miss Mommy  \nand Daddy, and Zyn, Cora, Cori, Jet, Jingle and Zahrn.\" They were  \nher brothers and sisters, all of whom had perished in the destruction  \nof their collapsed home and the war and fire. If they were not  \nunderneath the rubble then they were somewhere else among the ruins  \nof Rion, bleeding, possibly with decapitations. It was to much for  \nsuch a small child to even comphrehend. However that night of the  \nbattle and the morning afterwards she had had to grow up. Although  \nshe still wasn't there, she was now wiser, but more distrustful. She  \nhad no one left and now she would have to fend for herself, though  \nshe knew not how, only being eleven years old even if she could pass  \nfor thirteen or fourteen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Jeniria,\" the kitten whispered, \"they who have brought chaos  \nto the village of Rion will pay, I will see to it, I will not rest  \nuntil vengence is mine.\" She was smarter than quite a few her own  \nage and had been put ahead three grades, but now she had so much  \nmore to deal with. At least she just had herself, her young baby  \nbrother would have been hard to keep alive, but that still didn't  \nmean she didn't wish that he was here or any of the others. The  \nsmell now was putrid throughout the land and it quite saddened her.  \nNever again could she look back, never could she go back to the way  \nthings had been, by some wicked twist of fate everything and everyone  \nshe had ever known and loved were gone.  \n  \nWith a sniffle she slowly turned around to face the opposite direction  \nin which the village of Rion lay, all in ruin. There was nothing that one  \nsuch as herself could do, for no one was left, nothing not even a single  \nsoul aside from herself still breathed life in the place which had once  \nbeen full of peace and tranquility. Where everyone knew your name,  \na place where there had been no enemies, only friends, but now it  \nwas destroyed, as her innocence was. She'd been sheltered in the  \nvillage of Rion, sheltered from War and Hatred and so much more.  \nKnowing that she was the only one left alive not taken prisoner by  \nthose soldiers of man, she sensed or believed that, because she  \nwas a survivor and had not been taken prisoner that she had some  \npurpose in life otherwise she knew she would have died or worse.  \nThat in itself was a miracle for she too could very well have been  \na casualty in the raging war that swept the land. Now here she stood  \nan orphanged kitten furre and had to fend for herself somehow, at least  \nshe still had Jeniria, her doll.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now was the end of innocence, and yet still there was much more  \nto learn and to know. Only one kind of innocence was left to her.  \nShe had been the daughter of a Viscount, her mother a beautiful woman  \nof the ton. Her eldest sister Cora was to have been married next  \nweek to someone she hadn't even known, but she had not minded, it  \nwas the thing to do in their day and age. Now she would have to  \nsomehow get the news to Cora's fiancee. She knew little of him, not  \nwhat he looked like, sounded like or even acted like. The only thing  \nshe knew was his name, Eldon second son of the King, next in line  \nfor the throne since his brother had dissappeared when he was only  \ntwo years old and Eldon not even yet born. With a sigh she began her  \nquest, trekking down the grassy gnoll to the other side of civilization.  \nWhere she could see no destruction had not yet followed and it was  \nwhere she would go, to warn others of what had happened and  \nperhaps to join the army.  \n  \nWith teary aquamarine irises she hugged her doll, Jeniria close,  \nsomehow, someway she would make it through this. She would have  \nvengence against those whom had destroyed her family and her town,  \nand her innocence. That night after seven miles of walking  \nit was way past her bedtime, not that she had one now, for she had  \nno roof over her head, no arms around her, no family to comfort her,  \nno parents to tell her what to do. She didn't care that she'd had  \nrules though, she had had a wonderful family and loved them dearly  \neven now that they were gone.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She lay down beneath a weeping willow for it gave in her oppinion  \nthe most protection in as far as natural shelters went, there hadn't  \nappeared to be a cave or den nearby so she figured that it would have  \nto do until she moved on. Curling into fetal position using her doll  \nas a pillow, curling silver tresses covering Jeniria, and using  \nsome tree leaves as a blanket she slept restlessly. She knew she had  \nto keep her strength up and be aware, the latter would be taken care  \nof, when she woke she'd work on the former, for one could not have  \nstrength without food.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nKicking his boot against the ground, hands in his pockets he looked  \nup at the sky, tonight was a full moon. He would turn again tonight,  \nbut he was no werewolf that anyone could be certain of. With a  \nbitter laugh at himself he lay down, he was sure there was no  \nlifeforms for miles around, at least not any that would matter for  \none was able to eat the critters of the forest, so he didn't believe  \nthere would be anyone around to harm or maim in any way. Not  \nthat he had much choice in the matter, the beast in him always,  \nalways managed to get free on a night like this. Sometimes he  \nthought that he'd rather be dead than have to go through this  \nagain and again repeatedly especially when there was the  \nchance that someone would end up hurt or dead. Shaking his  \nhead he banished his thoughts, it was no use thinking when there  \nwas nothing he could do, but try and get as far away from civilization  \nas was possible. At that moment his stomach chose to grumble  \nmightly as his thoughts turned towards that of some tasty morsel  \nof flesh that he would surely end up engulphing even if he had no  \nwish to do so.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Soon he thought, soon the moon would glow bright and he would change,  \neven if he was just a measly jaguar furre, more human than anything.  \nAll which he had were the ears, tail and paws of such a creature, but  \ntonight he would change into a were-jaguar. A vicious beast that had  \nterroized the outer city limits of Narvinia. He'd killed several,  \nmaimed many and knew he had turned some of them. However he'd never  \nheard stories about them, just himself for he could vaugly recall  \nwhat he had done.  \n  \nRemoving his clothing he revealed to the air his bronzed skin,  \ndarkned by the sun from hard labour of outdoor work. He was a farmer,  \nno more like a slave now, but sometimes he dreamed of a past where he'd  \nbeen royal, but it was just fancifal dreams, or so said his mother now long  \ngone, because of him and his rampage one moonlit night. Closing his eyes  \nhe tried to block the wave of guilt that still plauged him.  \n  \nThe clouds soon parted, the tender rays of the moon shining upon  \nhim as though it were a spotlight and he growled in pain, he always  \nfought it even if he knew it was enivitable. He could hear his bones  \ncraking as they reshaped and reformed. His back arched slightly,  \nthough not as much as a werewolves might. His eyes became almond  \nshaped and a lighter green that was almost transparent or so they  \nseemed. His paws grew twice their size, and his tail became  \nthe same length as his body as he stood well over seven feet tall,  \nwith bulging mucles. His face formed into that of a jaguar's  \nhis teeth becoming sharp as felines.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Once the transformation was complete there where once a furre had  \nstood was now a were-jaguar whose stomach grumbled sounding like  \nthunder. Jumping onto all fours he sniffed the air trying to find a  \nscent, perhaps of some unknowing prey. With ears pinnioned against  \nhis head he stalked towards a distant gnoll, some scent there seemed  \nto draw him ever towards it, passing feild mice, quail and other  \nsuch prey up. He could sense that this was something bigger and  \nperhaps jucier, though he could also smell beyond the being  \nthe scent of blood and death.  \n  \nSoon he was upon a weeping willow and leaped through the hanging  \nlimbs so that he stood over the tiny form on the ground. He growled  \nand hissed at the form his jaw opening ready to snap the neck of  \nthe soot covered form.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nFeeling heavy warm breaths over her, she opened her eyes and once  \nshe had done so opened her mouth ready to scream, but no sound came  \nforth, she was to frightened. This massive beast would surely  \nslaughter her, but then she would not be able to tell anyone what  \nhad happened nor would she be able to seek vengence. His teeth she  \nwatched as they drew ever nearer to her neck. Qucikly rolling over  \nbeneath him with her stomach to the ground she made to scramble  \naway, only to have his teeth clamp down on the back of her neck.  \nShe meweled in fright.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He was taken aback, this thing, he could not devour it though  \nhe still might. It had a peculiar oder he had not smelt before,  \nand it made him pause a fraction of a moment. And it sounded  \nalmost like one of his own kind, though small and frightened  \neven if it didn't look like it.  \n  \nShe stilled, now there was little choice in the matter, but maybe  \nif she didn't stir he'd lose interest in her as a meal or whatever  \nhe had in mind for her.  \n  \nHis talons extended as he clawed away her clothes, hearing her  \nscream once as he left at least one mark upon her. The sound excited  \nhim, soon his penis grew enlarged becoming dimensions of twelve  \ninches by six inches long and around. She wasn't in heat, but that  \ndid not matter to him. His cock rested between her netherlips.  \n  \nShe gasped beneath him, paleing beneath her silvery fur that was  \na shade or two lighter than her hair, \"Please... don't.\"  \n  \nDeep in his throat he laughed, his handpaws wrapped around her hips  \npulling her up and closer against his very maleness. Slowly he began  \nto slide inside her velvety walls within.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She gasped and cried, \"Stop!\"  \n  \n\"Oh? Please don't stop? Alright then I won't.\"  \n  \nShe spluttered beneath him and before she could say a single word  \nshe felt his rod ram into her, past her hymen. She screamed in agony  \nas she felt torn asunder by the savagery of the beast who held her.  \nAgain and again she felt him ram into her, pulling out so much then  \nslamming back in. His balls banged against her bottom and she felt  \nnothing more than shame as she cried in fear, agony and in loss for  \nall she had to grieve about while her tiny young body was abused  \nby the beast. Finally she heard him let out a loud growl and  \nfelt him burst inside her, and she sobbed.  \n  \nShuddering he released his seed within the passage of the creature  \nbeneath him, making her his. Collapsing on top of her he nearly  \ncrushed her with his weight, but he rolled over onto his back and  \npicking her up deposited her on his rod once more. He was once again  \nhard. \"Ride me bitch.\" he laughed harshly as he lifted one of his  \nhands ready to strike her.  \n  \nAfraid he would destroy her, though this was surely destroying her  \nat least alive she'd have a chance to seek vengence on those who  \nhad destroyed everything she'd ever had, but now he too was added to  \nthat list. Slowly she began to move her hips back and forth, slightly  \nseeming to lift herself from him then drop back down so that his  \nshaft remained inside her sheath. She took no pleasure from it as  \ntears silently rolled down her cheeks.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With a growl of pleasure his cum burst forth from his erectile state  \nbetween the velvety lips, and inside the plush inner walls of the  \nlynx kitten, he filled her with his cum once more, shooting upwards  \ninside of her before he once again withdrew. Gently he lay her down  \nwhilst he glanced up at the moon and before he sprinted away to  \nleave her there crying, desolate and alone, bruised and nude  \nhe knealt down and licked her cheek with a gentleness that made  \na mockery of his earlier terrorfying state and his harsh treatment  \nof her almost as though he cared. Of course she didn't believe that  \nhe did, not after what had happened and her mind was reeling to much  \nto even care or to try and understand what was going on. Neither of  \nthem knowing each others name, and he not particullary caring. Once  \nback to where he'd left his clothing he collapsed and changed back which  \nwas just as painful as becoming the beast.  \n  \nHe fell asleep there, and would no doubt be unable to  \nrecall what had happened for that was often the case, though sometimes  \nhe did remember, but vaugely. This one if he remembered it would  \nbring to him such shame, that it was certain, with his mind frame  \nand all that had gone on before, would make him wish for his  \nown death more than he ever had done so before.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nSobbing she looked around to see if he was still there, but he  \nwas not, she was thankful for that, but now it would be difficult  \nto track him down. She was to weak and weary to contemplate much and  \nso fell back asleep after climbing up into the tree. Perhaps tomorrow  \nwould be a better day than today. Anything would be better than  \nthis day and yesterday. Her innocence now was completely gone, she  \nhad nothing to offer a potential swain, but all matters would have  \nto wait till the morrow in order to even think what she would next  \nset forth to accomplish. Her dreams were nightmarish, full of visions  \nof fire, rage, war and abuse of the were-jaguar who had visited her i  \nn the night upon a lonely full moon. If only he'd been less cruel, less  \ndemanding, less frightening, and had offered comfort instead of what  \nhe had, then maybe there would be no such nightmares that were  \nsure to persist for days, weeks, months even years to come.  \nSomehow, someway she could destroy him for what he had done  \nto her, but first she would sleep as best she could dispite the  \nnightmares and tomorrow when she woke would set out towards  \nthe Castle in order to join the Army not forseeing the future except  \nfor what she desired most, justice and revenge.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"In The Wake of War","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/7188-in-the-wake-of-war-chapter-two-confusion.json"}}