The Beginning: part 1
Lairu kneeled in the stream, splashing the water onto his dark brown fur, churring softly as his body cools from the flowing stream water. He got up and waded to the shore, walking to the tree where his loincloth hangs from a branch. He put it on before picking up his basket of salmon and making his way back to the village.
Lairu, like his fellow villagers in these parts, are free from the rule of kings or lords. They are only guided by elders, the wisest and often oldest of the village members. But now with the War of the Rose starting, the elders are weary about the war coming to his village. They held a meeting only a few days ago, deciding whether to flee to a well-protected city. Many said no, having lived here for generations they were more willing to fight fiercely to protect their land rather than to give it up.
Lairu arrived after noon, his father told him he had the day off. Lairu nodded and ran home to pick up his wooden sword and shield. He went to his favourite spot outside the village to battle fire breathing dragons and defeat evil knights.
A few hours later, all the villains were defeated and Lairu sat int he shade of an oak tree, breathing deeply from his play. It was then an odd noise made his ears twitch. He got up and followed the sounds back to his village. He hid behind the undergrowth and watched an awful slaughter
A dozen houses were on fire, many villagers were fleeing into the forest, a few other had stayed to fight. Some of the soldiers fought anyone who resisted them, but many of them were either watching or raping the hapless villagers. Lairu whimpered at the sight of his two best friends, Lina the cheetah and Artek the wolf. Both were huddled in a group of the villagers' young. The bull that was standing over them undid his pants and grinned cruelly down at his captives.
"Mmmmm, nice tight holes to fuck." His eyes lingering over Artek. "A like little boys, the make the best cock warmers."
From where he hid, Lairu could see how big the bull was. He was almost as large as his dad's length which was the second biggest in the village. Lairu knew he would have to do something to free his friends and the villages' young. Shedding his shield, he sneaks closer to the bull. The bull hadn't expected Lairu's attack and was completely taken by surprise. Lairu swung with all his force, crushing the bull's balls with his wooden sword. The bull screamed in pain, backing away and doubling over in agony.
Lairu knew this was their only chance, he could already here guards running to their screaming comrades aid. He waved his arms, urging the captives to follow. None of them moved, they were still paralyzed by fear. Lairu shook his friends from their trance, yelling at them to come. They whimpered but still didn't move. Lairu lost his patience and slapped them both.
"Come on, we have to go. Now!"
Lairu took his friends paws and guided them towards the forest, the other captives following their lead but is captured before they can get into the forest. A few soldiers chased after Lairu and his friends but is quickly lost in the maze of trees. They dispersed in the dense forest, leaving Lairu with only Lina and Artek. Together they ran and ran, Lairu still holding their paws tightly.
Eventually a mixture of exhaustion and dwindling light led them to find shelter. They found an overhanging cliff which provided them with enough shelter to sleep under. Lina and Artek were asleep almost as soon as their heads touched the ground. But Lairu couldn't sleep. He looked up at the sky, seeing the first stars emerging, tears ran down his cheeks as he silently prayed for his parents to be alive. He quickly wiped away the tears, knowing he shouldn't cry. He had to stay strong so he could care for and protect his companions.
The soldiers looted and pillaged the village, searching for anything of value or wealth and burnt the homes and barns in their wake. A robed figure rode into the village, looking around for someone or something. The soldiers saw the robed figure and backed away, their commander gulped visibly before he rode to the newcomers side.
"Welcome Lord Flang, I see you're looking over our victory."
The Lord looked to the commander, he emitted a low hiss.
"Did you find the otter cub?" He asked angrily.
The commander's face paled, he looked away in shame.
"No sir, we didn't."
A thin paw grabbed the commander's neck, squeezing it slowly.
"I want that boy! I want him now! He is mine and you screwed it up!"
The commander could only gag in response, he gasped for air as he was choked to death. The robed figure led him go, he slumped over the saddle breathing in as much as he could.
"You failed me, it's not my place to make judgement on you. Now you must see my master, he will judge you." He turned his horse and slowly rode off.
The commander gulped again. He looked to his men who turned away, minding their own things. He looked to his officer.
"You're in charge for now. I'll be back" He said, though he doubted his own words. He began down the road back to the castle.
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Lairu and his friends walked east for three days, they survived on ripe fruit and anything else they could find or catch. Lairu made sure to eat less so Lina and Artek could stay healthy. They had slept in bushes or under fallen logs for protection and to remain unseen. He was happy for his friends, they hadn't complained ot cried despite what they'd all been through. Although they had commented on how much he had changed.
He could have sworn they had been staring at him, he could almost feel their gaze, especially on his rear and crotch. At nights, as he drifted to sleep he thought he could hear them whispering about his body and how much they liked him.