Saviour (Closed for 1million secrets)

Marian_Care

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There she was. I had thought about her quite often, the very thought making my long red tails sway and flick. I watched her from a roof, dressed as I always was at night. Black. Black was my color. Black shirt, black jeans, black mask, my tails were even dyed black. I looked like a very odd living shadow.

I watched her for a long time, I knew her shortcut, her quick little routes and I watched over her the whole way, unfortunately, missing the women who were waiting for some prey. Very odd women they would have a very awkward bulge in their crotch area.

I somehow even missed the van they had. And she was walking right up to them.
 
She walked slowly, her indigo gaze flickering in the darkness. The moonlight caught upon her snow white hair, and it glowed lightly in the night. She followed the path she always took, the one lined with daises... No one could see them, cared to see them. She was busy watching the way they bent to her, not paying mind to her surroundings, she didn't notice the van... Or the woman until they snatched and gagged her.
 
Then it happened. Women grabbed my charge, my skin bristled, btw before I could do anything they were in a van and gone. I was jumping from roof to roof.

Inside the van one of the women had taken your shirt and before you could react it was gone.

I was on the roof and just barely keeping up with the van. It was hard, but I could not let you get away.
 
Four of the bound her limbs and the doth held her throat, keeping her from changing. She closed her eyes as they pawed at her and kissed her. She thrashed and worked trying so hard to get free. "Please, stop." Her voice rang upon uncaring ears.
 
I heard her. Her voice. Almost unmistakable as hers. I had heard it so many times before and I couldn't mistake it.

I ran as hard as I could before leaping and using the momentum of my falling to quickly catch up to the car. Whether or not I made it this was really going to hurt. You know what? It hurt badly. I slammed hard into the car and used my stronger then usual claws to hold onto the van.

I held on as hard as I possible could, but it wouldn't last long as I was torn off the top, given just long enough to hook a small rope to the top.
 
Soon her sex was bare, they stood in a line, the ones not holding her, and begin stripping. Their cocks were massive, nearly inhumanly possible. They were all such beautiful women with throbbing imperfections.

When the first one plunged into her virgin tightness, her screams shook the vehicle. They vibrated the air at a loud enough velocity blood would curdle or so it seemed.

Blood soon dripped from his/her member and a second using it as lubrication bore into her even tighter ass. They held her partially sideways now, two on each limb for all the thrashing. She sobbed, big juicy tears rolling down het cheeks and tried so hard to turn. To shift into a beautiful tree of some sort, any sort now.
The tight hold around her neck kept her from doing so...
She was trapped and forced to squirm as another bitch lined up to force her rod right in next to the firsts. "Please! Please stop... I'll do anything, just stop!!"
 
I groaned and forced myself on, The line dragging me behind the car. If I hadn't been what I was I would have died long ago, but I am a Kitsune. I am impossible to kill save for two weaknesses and one wasn't around my wrist while the other would only happen if the van got away.

I heard her screams, but until the van came to a stop nothing could be done. My actions through cold and seemingly thoughtless had to be done or I would risk losing them. I prayed she could survive what was happening, but also knowing her body which was first a tree would manage to survive once it got its roots back in the ground.
 
As the second pushed in she began to lose consciousness from pain. She stopped fighting.at this point and just screamed and screamed. The van blew two red lights and a stop sign going where ever its.destination was, and as they neared it another cock forced itself into her ass. After which she blacked out. The only thing to be heard were the deep grunts and groans of the shemales as they stretched her and fucked her until nearly all reached climax. They would alternate jobs, holding the limbs and neck if her now limp body. Her skin had torn at both holes, and a small pool of blood formed near their feet. It running back and running out of the back doors, down the silver bumper and onto the pavement.
 
I finally saw it. The thing that made him and I get angry. Blood. Blood of our ward. That was it. Using every bit of our strength we planted our feet firmly, the line on the van growing taunt, just what we needed. In an instant we pulled our feet up and were yanked into the air. We used our tails like a fan and increased our speed, slamming into the van. We used our claws and started cutting. Yanking metal from the doors until we managed to break the closing mechanism, making the doors blow open.

We saw what was happening. it went beyond anger at that point. I blocked it out and felt the demon side take over. For a long moment all I heard were screams all I felt was flesh and when we finally calmed down we had grabbed you and when I came back we had somehow managed to find a small park. a place for you to plant.

"Come one." I say softly. "Plant yourself." I say slowly digging up the dirt around you, hoping to stimulate the change. "Become a tree. Make the pain stop." I threw dirt on you, making a nice freshly dug patch all around you. "Please...."
 
Her body flickered lightly under the moon, it sparkled and faded. Her image stretching becoming hard, thick, sturdy... Parts were oozing sap, and the leaves were small, stunted at first. But then they grew thicker, and the sap hardened.
Little flowers bloomed, white ones with soft pink middles, her branches reached up into the sky, the flowers, withered and wilted... Soon she grew big red apples in their place, one hung down to him, ripened for him. And as the others fell rotten, it stayed for him... Stayed good for him.
 
I touched the apple gently, looking at the tall tree before taking the apple in my hand and lightly rubbing it. "Is it alright to pick and taste your fruit?" I ask softly as I rub the apple then reach forward and touch your bark, its strength uplifting, it holes, maddening, but everything about it spoke of a strength and the ability to overcome.
 
The apple, fell in your palm. It a gift, and as soon as it touched your hand and rested it's weight there, her form dissolved from the comforting bark. She lie in the dirt, nude, muddy, and blood clung dryly to her soft skin. Her hair, lay matted and tangled upon her head. It yellowed from sweat, belonging to her and others.
Her breathing was shallow signifying sleep, her eyes rested shut, with no indication of opening.
 
I held the apple close to my chest, feeling it, still unsure if it would be right to eat it. I felt as though that was to intimate an act and didn't want to make her mad. So I took the apple and held it close, opting to do what a good fox would do and curled up at the foot of the tree and waited patiently. Hoping she wasn't dead and also hoping she would be able to heal from her ordeal.
 
Several hours had passed, and slowly her eyes fluttered open. She shivered in the darkness and uprooted herself. Images flashed through her mind and she whimpered, she felt used, filthy.
Slowly she formed little toes, and pulled her knees to her chest unsure how to get home. Her forehead rested on her knees, and soft sobs left her.
 
I laid at her feet, a dark shadow against her bark until she started to change. I opened my green eyes and watched as she became more human. I slowly stood and walked up next to her, my tails and arms wrapping around her adding a layer of comfort.

"Home isn't far." I say softly.
 
"Take me." She spoke softly clinging to the stranger, the shape she couldn't make putt in the night. Her small nude form quivering helplessly in the darkness.
 
I slowly pick her up, disconnecting her from the ground entirely as I start to walk to her home. The home was only a few blocks away and I quickly reached it.

I plucked the spare key from her hiding spot and opened the door to her house, walking in and setting her on the couch before turning to leave. "You pot in the corner has fresh dirt." I say softly.
 
"Don't go." She pleaded, terrified. Her arms outstretched to him.
"P-please..." Her voice held the same painful pleading as in the van, but it softer much more reserved... Controlled. "Don't g-go..."
 
I turned back and looked at her. A shadow looking at her. A shadow with green eyes. I briefly wondered how odd that looked, but shoot it off and went back to her. I turned slightly more fox and crawled up next to the couch, letting my warm fuzzy tail rub her hand "I won't leave I promise." I say softly. Rubbing my tail a bit on her hand to assure her that I was there.
 
She curled against him, clung to the darkness, her shame gone at this point. All modesty thrown away as her nudity pressed to him. She knew it was male by the deep softness of his voice. The callouses on his hands, and the muscle indention.felt throughout his body as she was carried.
She didn't know who this man was and honestly didn't care. She simply did not want to ne alone. He had saved her... that was more than enough.
 
For a moment I panicked, because her arms seemed to have gone around me and she pulled me close. It wasn't because of the situation that I panicked though. I thought for some reason that I hadn't done something right, but then I felt her snuggled close and I smiled, Twisting gently to draped my tails over us so they would act as a blanket for her. "Go to sleep. The morning will have its own things to deal with." I say softly with a small smile.
 
Nodding softly, her head would bury into his chest. The rhythmic thudding of his heart lulled her into a restless slumber.
 
I pulled her in close and warmed my body slightly so the cold wouldn't effect her before I slowly fell asleep, holding her tightly.
 
The light flickered dimly into her window, it found a place and shown there on her face. Her eyes opened slowly and glinted in the light's gaze as an amethyst would. She felt him breathe, and heard the gentle beating of his heart before she even dared to look at him.
He had saved her, planted her, helped her to heal... Her soft arms slipped around his thin body and pulled him close. She nuzzled in closer, taking in his smell, the way he felt against her, it was all so calming.
She curled closer now to him, her body still bruised nude and sore. She didn't care in all honesty, she didn't wish to wake him, or leave him for any comfort provided by bed, water or anything else. She was safe...
 
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