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Well this is something new to me, as in this story I actually abuse a character horribly. I'm just too wishy-washy and sentimental to actually do anything bad even to a fictional character. Anyway enjoy and please comment if you can. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Well believe it or not this was based on an actual fairy tale, bonus points and maybe a gift to the one who can recognize the inspiration. Well this is something new to me, as in this story I actually abuse a character horribly. I'm just too wishy-washy and sentimental to actually do anything bad even to a fictional character. Anyway enjoy and please comment if you can. ", "writing": "\tOnce upon a time, there was a village that had lived life as it did for many years. However eventually there came a time when there was a terrible famine. One third of the seed failed to spout, one third of the crop failed to mature and one more third of that failed to be harvested. The winter came and there were many who did not have enough to survive the winter. Only by the kindness of neighbors could they have weathered the harsh season. \n\tYet when the year ended and the time to plant came again there was despair. For the signs were not right for planting and the people lamented that they would all die. One of the villagers was a squirrel by the name of Tom. He too was a mere farmer and worried that this year the harvest would fail again. While the village had stores, it was likely that they’ll be exhausted by the end of next year. There was muttering in the streets, discontent about the seasons and ill omens sighted all around. It was then that Tom resolved to do something about it.\n\tThe squirrel packed up the best cheese, meat, dried fruits and vegetables that he had and went to the hut of the village witch. The village witch was expecting him, which wasn’t a surprise because the village witch knew everything. Tom handed his offering of food to the witch and asked “How can we ensure that the harvest will be successful?” \n\tThe witch took what was offered and then pointed in a direction. “You are not the first to ask the question but only you seem to have the desire to see the task through. There you will find a path; it leads to the Lycan God of Earth. You must persuade him to give his bounty to our village. However there are those on the path that will try to lead you to defile yourself. You will not be able to meet the Earth God if that happens. So whenever you meet them you must refuse regardless of whatever they may tempt you with or do to you if you refuse. Yet they will be monsters so do your best to be polite regardless.”\n\tTom thanked the witch and followed the path. He walked and there was and ogre who had a chest filled with fine clothes made with fine fabric such as silk and adorned with embroidery and finery. “You there!” The ogre shouted “Why do you wander about in such filthy rags? Take some of my fine clothing instead.”\n\tTom remembered the witch’s warning and respectfully declined. Then the ogre launched itself in fury and clawed Tom’s shirt, pants, shoes, all of the squirrel’s clothes into unwearable shreds. “So you’ll be that way, then if you wish to continue this path you’ll have to walk through this for 3 miles!” The ogre vanished and in its place the road was upturned with sharp rocks in the path. Tom shuddered but he could not go back, for if he did it was likely that everyone in the village would starve to death. He walked through the path cutting his poor feet.\n\tThen came another ogre and before it was a resplendent feast filled with rich delicacies that a peasant farmer would never hope to eat in his entire life. “You there! Scrawny one, put some meat on your bones, eat of this feast!” The sight was tantalizing to the nose of Tom and he found himself drooling. He took a step forward and then painfully he realized that this was a trap and a horrible one to boot. Regretfully he declined, and then the ogre reached over and seized Tom. In its hands the squirrel struggled and had his tongue and teeth ripped out. “So you’ll be that way, then if you continue to seek the God, suffer again for three miles!” Yet again the path changed to bear sharp stones. Tom whimpered but he had come this far. He walked again and made not only his feet but his legs bleed as well. \n\tThen there was another ogre that sat outside a tent that was lit by a red lantern outside. Inside were musky scents and soft murmurs. “Come in, abandon your quest, we have delights that you could enjoy forever.” The ogre said at these words shapely legs and forms appeared through the cloth of the tent. Again Tom refused even though what he saw gave warmth to his loins. This time the ogre pinned him down and Tom knew darkness for the price the ogre took was his eyes. “You are a fool and shall suffer for it, know pain awaits you three miles hence!” Though Tom could not see he was sure that the road again had sharp stones. He continued on for there was no choice for him to quit and had his chest sliced by the stones. \n\tThen he heard a voice after what he could only guess was three miles. “You there, bloody fool!” Tom heard the clop of hooves and a whinny. “Why walk when you can ride to where you are going?” Tom turned cold, for it was a temptation that was difficult to refuse. He knew that refusal would just end up with him suffering the sharp stones yet again. However the witch’s warning that his journey will be in vain regardless if he gave in even one left only one thing to decide upon. Tom shook his head no. The squirrel felt himself pushed down and then he could not walk, he could not move his arms. His limbs were broken by the monster that Tom could not see. “Well then crawl; crawl your way through three miles of agony!” \n\tTom did so, bleeding inch by inch as he crawled his way towards the god. Then he could fell warmth on his body and a powerful voice, regal and deep that could only belong to the god of earth rang in his ears. “What piece of garbage is this in our presence? Guards throw it out!” Tom was picked up though he struggled and taken away from the warmth and thrown. He crawled back just the same and was thrown out each time, making sound but unable to speak or to plead for the earth god’s bounty for his village. On the twelfth time the god spoke out “Counselor Spring, drive this whelp from our presence.” Again Tom was thrown out but then heavy rains fell on him and only on him. Yet the squirrel crawled, slipping and falling back to the ground until he came back into the presence of the god. This time the god called for Counselor Summer.\n\tWhen Tom had to crawl back he was blasted with the full force and heat of the sun. Yet still Tom crawled back. Then it was Counselor Fall that was to drive him away and it was harsh winds mixed with dust that was Tom’s obstacle. However in spite of the grit and pain that flew into his wounds he crawled back to the god yet again. Tom was greeted with the words “Counselor Winter.” This time Tom had to face the cold and sharp ice as he crawled back to the god’s presence.\n\tThis time instead of driving Tom away the god spoke. “So you have been strong and dedicated enough to seek me out for the good of your village.” The squirrel raised his head in surprise. “I knew of your quest the very first minute you sought me out. Yet only those who had endured such hardships are worthy of receiving my blessing. Still there is one more price to pay for your village to never suffer hardships with my blessing. Do you still want to continue?” Tom nodded his head vigorously, there was no helping it, he had already gone this far. With his ruined body Tom could never continue as a farmer again. It was all he could do to ensure that the village survived. “Then offer your life to me.” Without hesitation Tom nodded and he was picked up by strong furry arms. Then he was carried though he didn’t know where and was lowered to what he thought was a bath for there was water. As the warmth flowed into him, his limbs healed! Then his eyesight was returned to Tom, and his teeth and tongue were in his mouth as if they had never been ripped out. Then Tom was able to see the glory of the Lycan God of Earth, a wolf with brown fur, tall as nine heads with a body that seemed to be sculpted by the gods, which was highly likely. \t\n\tTom was lifted again by wolf guards and brought to a grand bedchamber. He was laid down on the bed and there was the god standing there. “Why did you bring me here?” Tom asked. The god approached the squirrel and Tom noticed the god was rock hard. “Because you offered your life to me, and I intend to use it.” The god’s invading and awesome presence drove nearly all thought out of Tom’s mind. Yet he asked “You will bless my village with your bounty right?” The wolf replied that he would and Tom would be the first to know and the god spread the squirrel’s legs. Before Tom could ask what that meant he was rammed into by the god’s long firm cock. Then with each thrust, Tom knew, he knew that his village will never go without plenty again. As each thrust made the squirrel’s cock go hard and more firm, Tom felt the land of the village pulse with life. When the squirrel came he could feel the harvest ripen perfectly for the harvest, and when the god came, Tom felt the land grow fertile again. Tom was fucked endlessly and soon lost himself to the lust, uncaring now and unthinking but warm in his last thoughts that his village would prosper as the lust of the god sunk into his behind. In his throne room, the Lycan God of Earth smiled for Tom was the newest of many who gave up their lives for him, he would bless their lands forever and they would in turn be blessed to pleasure his cock, for eternity.\n[center][b]The End[/b][/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tOnce upon a time, there was a village that had lived life as it did for many years. However eventually there came a time when there was a terrible famine. One third of the seed failed to spout, one third of the crop failed to mature and one more third of that failed to be harvested. The winter came and there were many who did not have enough to survive the winter. Only by the kindness of neighbors could they have weathered the harsh season.
\tYet when the year ended and the time to plant came again there was despair. For the signs were not right for planting and the people lamented that they would all die. One of the villagers was a squirrel by the name of Tom. He too was a mere farmer and worried that this year the harvest would fail again. While the village had stores, it was likely that they’ll be exhausted by the end of next year. There was muttering in the streets, discontent about the seasons and ill omens sighted all around. It was then that Tom resolved to do something about it.
\tThe squirrel packed up the best cheese, meat, dried fruits and vegetables that he had and went to the hut of the village witch. The village witch was expecting him, which wasn’t a surprise because the village witch knew everything. Tom handed his offering of food to the witch and asked “How can we ensure that the harvest will be successful?”
\tThe witch took what was offered and then pointed in a direction. “You are not the first to ask the question but only you seem to have the desire to see the task through. There you will find a path; it leads to the Lycan God of Earth. You must persuade him to give his bounty to our village. However there are those on the path that will try to lead you to defile yourself. You will not be able to meet the Earth God if that happens. So whenever you meet them you must refuse regardless of whatever they may tempt you with or do to you if you refuse. Yet they will be monsters so do your best to be polite regardless.”
\tTom thanked the witch and followed the path. He walked and there was and ogre who had a chest filled with fine clothes made with fine fabric such as silk and adorned with embroidery and finery. “You there!” The ogre shouted “Why do you wander about in such filthy rags? Take some of my fine clothing instead.”
\tTom remembered the witch’s warning and respectfully declined. Then the ogre launched itself in fury and clawed Tom’s shirt, pants, shoes, all of the squirrel’s clothes into unwearable shreds. “So you’ll be that way, then if you wish to continue this path you’ll have to walk through this for 3 miles!” The ogre vanished and in its place the road was upturned with sharp rocks in the path. Tom shuddered but he could not go back, for if he did it was likely that everyone in the village would starve to death. He walked through the path cutting his poor feet.
\tThen came another ogre and before it was a resplendent feast filled with rich delicacies that a peasant farmer would never hope to eat in his entire life. “You there! Scrawny one, put some meat on your bones, eat of this feast!” The sight was tantalizing to the nose of Tom and he found himself drooling. He took a step forward and then painfully he realized that this was a trap and a horrible one to boot. Regretfully he declined, and then the ogre reached over and seized Tom. In its hands the squirrel struggled and had his tongue and teeth ripped out. “So you’ll be that way, then if you continue to seek the God, suffer again for three miles!” Yet again the path changed to bear sharp stones. Tom whimpered but he had come this far. He walked again and made not only his feet but his legs bleed as well.
\tThen there was another ogre that sat outside a tent that was lit by a red lantern outside. Inside were musky scents and soft murmurs. “Come in, abandon your quest, we have delights that you could enjoy forever.” The ogre said at these words shapely legs and forms appeared through the cloth of the tent. Again Tom refused even though what he saw gave warmth to his loins. This time the ogre pinned him down and Tom knew darkness for the price the ogre took was his eyes. “You are a fool and shall suffer for it, know pain awaits you three miles hence!” Though Tom could not see he was sure that the road again had sharp stones. He continued on for there was no choice for him to quit and had his chest sliced by the stones.
\tThen he heard a voice after what he could only guess was three miles. “You there, bloody fool!” Tom heard the clop of hooves and a whinny. “Why walk when you can ride to where you are going?” Tom turned cold, for it was a temptation that was difficult to refuse. He knew that refusal would just end up with him suffering the sharp stones yet again. However the witch’s warning that his journey will be in vain regardless if he gave in even one left only one thing to decide upon. Tom shook his head no. The squirrel felt himself pushed down and then he could not walk, he could not move his arms. His limbs were broken by the monster that Tom could not see. “Well then crawl; crawl your way through three miles of agony!”
\tTom did so, bleeding inch by inch as he crawled his way towards the god. Then he could fell warmth on his body and a powerful voice, regal and deep that could only belong to the god of earth rang in his ears. “What piece of garbage is this in our presence? Guards throw it out!” Tom was picked up though he struggled and taken away from the warmth and thrown. He crawled back just the same and was thrown out each time, making sound but unable to speak or to plead for the earth god’s bounty for his village. On the twelfth time the god spoke out “Counselor Spring, drive this whelp from our presence.” Again Tom was thrown out but then heavy rains fell on him and only on him. Yet the squirrel crawled, slipping and falling back to the ground until he came back into the presence of the god. This time the god called for Counselor Summer.
\tWhen Tom had to crawl back he was blasted with the full force and heat of the sun. Yet still Tom crawled back. Then it was Counselor Fall that was to drive him away and it was harsh winds mixed with dust that was Tom’s obstacle. However in spite of the grit and pain that flew into his wounds he crawled back to the god yet again. Tom was greeted with the words “Counselor Winter.” This time Tom had to face the cold and sharp ice as he crawled back to the god’s presence.
\tThis time instead of driving Tom away the god spoke. “So you have been strong and dedicated enough to seek me out for the good of your village.” The squirrel raised his head in surprise. “I knew of your quest the very first minute you sought me out. Yet only those who had endured such hardships are worthy of receiving my blessing. Still there is one more price to pay for your village to never suffer hardships with my blessing. Do you still want to continue?” Tom nodded his head vigorously, there was no helping it, he had already gone this far. With his ruined body Tom could never continue as a farmer again. It was all he could do to ensure that the village survived. “Then offer your life to me.” Without hesitation Tom nodded and he was picked up by strong furry arms. Then he was carried though he didn’t know where and was lowered to what he thought was a bath for there was water. As the warmth flowed into him, his limbs healed! Then his eyesight was returned to Tom, and his teeth and tongue were in his mouth as if they had never been ripped out. Then Tom was able to see the glory of the Lycan God of Earth, a wolf with brown fur, tall as nine heads with a body that seemed to be sculpted by the gods, which was highly likely. \t
\tTom was lifted again by wolf guards and brought to a grand bedchamber. He was laid down on the bed and there was the god standing there. “Why did you bring me here?” Tom asked. The god approached the squirrel and Tom noticed the god was rock hard. “Because you offered your life to me, and I intend to use it.”  The god’s invading and awesome presence drove nearly all thought out of Tom’s mind. Yet he asked “You will bless my village with your bounty right?” The wolf replied that he would and Tom would be the first to know and the god spread the squirrel’s legs. Before Tom could ask what that meant he was rammed into by the god’s long firm cock. Then with each thrust, Tom knew, he knew that his village will never go without plenty again. As each thrust made the squirrel’s cock go hard and more firm, Tom felt the land of the village pulse with life. When the squirrel came he could feel the harvest ripen perfectly for the harvest, and when the god came, Tom felt the land grow fertile again. Tom was fucked endlessly and soon lost himself to the lust, uncaring now and unthinking but warm in his last thoughts that his village would prosper as the lust of the god sunk into his behind. In his throne room, the Lycan God of Earth smiled for Tom was the newest of many who gave up their lives for him, he would bless their lands forever and they would in turn be blessed to pleasure his cock, for eternity.
The End
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