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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: forgoodf.txt
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story_codes: Creatures/g(11), non-cons, cons?

story_intro: Constance has had plenty of upheaval in her life over the last year. First was the death of her parents and now, having come to live with an aunt and uncle in the Ohio frontier, she notices the first faint blossoms of development on her body. She wants to know more about these changes and soon learns how crucial they are in her selection for a secret ritual.



story_language: English






For Good Fortune

Written by madvlad


	"Come, child. Do not tarry."

	"Yes, Aunt Elisabeth."

	Constance followed her aunt, careful to keep pace in the dark. The light of the lanterns the women held showed the path through the forest and Constance did not want to stumble and skin a knee or damage her dress.

	Nearly a year before, Constance had been orphaned. To her surprise, her Uncle Samuel and Aunt Elisabeth had sent for her to live with them in the village of Harvest Dale. Although she had heard mention of her relations living west in the wilds of the Ohio Territory, she had never met them. Although grateful for having a home when the lot of an orphan could be most perilous, she was also excited. The lands west of Pennsylvania were a mystery, prowling with all manner of beasts and wild Indians. But now in the dawn of a new century, the nineteenth, swaths of America were slowly being tamed.

	If Harvest Dale was any indication, the taming was going quite well. Constance had heard references to an earlier settlement here that had come to a bad end. The reasons were vague, but it had something to do with not "following the custom". When she asked her aunt and uncle about this, Constance was told that these were things not to be discussed with a child.

	She wondered when she would no longer be a child. She had turned eleven not long after coming here and not long after that had experienced the strange growth on her chest that meant she was becoming like the women. Aunt Elisabeth had noticed this while Constance was in her bath but had only nodded as if in approval. When Constance had asked her about this, the woman had told her not to worry and left the conversation closed

	Constance discussed this with other girls, rather excited that her sprouting bosom meant she was becoming a woman. That meant she could also have babies sometime soon but wasn't sure how that process worked. She was quite shocked when one of the other girls informed her about other changes, having witnessed it with her older sisters. Apparently, one day she would grow hair between her legs - whether it would be yellow like that on her head, she had no idea. And she would experience a monthly flow of blood down there. 

	Finding this rather vulgar and unsettling, Constance decided that childhood had its advantages. 

	The group stopped and Constance was relieved to see Uncle Samuel, Reverend Wickham, and several other elders of the community waiting there. Going into the forest at night was most peculiar and to be venturing out without the protection of men even more unnerving. She recognized a huge boulder painted with heathen symbols that marked an area of the forest where everyone was forbidden to go. 

	"She is ready?" Uncle Samuel asked.

	"She is, although she does not know," Aunt Elisabeth replied. 

	Seeing that Constance looked a little uneasy, Uncle Samuel gently patted her shoulder.

	"Everything will come to light, Constance," he assured her. "You have been honored with your selection to assure our community another year of good fortune."

	"What will I do?" the girl asked, curious.

	"You will follow the custom," replied Reverend Wickham. "It not only prevents evil from descending upon us but does provide us with remarkable fortune in all manners. The Lord works in mysterious ways."

	The man of the cloth paused, looking a little troubled as he rubbed the cover of his Bible with a sweaty thumb.

	"And some ways are most unfathomable."

	"It is time," Uncle Samuel said.

	He motioned to several sacks on the ground which the other women in the party lifted. They moved past the boulder, into the forbidden territory. Looking back over her shoulder, Constance saw her uncle and the other men remaining in place. 

	"Aren't they coming with us?" she asked Aunt Elisabeth.

	"No, child. No men are allowed and even women may only come this far once every year. We do this on the first night of the full moon after the harvest."

	"I don't understand," Constance said in a quivering voice.

	"Understanding will come," the woman replied.

	They reached a clearing where a massive old oak stood alone. The women set their burdens on the ground and one slung a rope over one of the oak's lower, thick branches. Constance spied other pieces of rope, weathered from prolonged exposure, lying in shreds nearby.

	Almost tenderly, Aunt Elisabeth removed Constance's clothing, gently shushing the girl, telling her that she would finally understand.

	"You are the gift that will honor us all," she said as she lifted the girl's arms.

	Constance certainly didn't understand. She wanted to apologize for whatever she had done to be made naked in the night forest. It was cold and she began to shiver, although only partly from the temperature. The rope was fastened around both of her wrists and one of the women stood in front of her. Unfolding a piece of paper, the woman exposed a pat of butter. With her finger, she smeared it over Constance's bald cleft and slightly inside the lips, shocking the girl. Then the women picked up their lanterns and departed without a word. 

	Constance called after them, begging for at least a lantern so she wouldn't be alone in the darkness. Her only bit of solace was that the men had not come with them and seen her naked. That would have been sinful although she wasn't quite sure why. Oh, but they would have seen the new bumps on her chest. Constance became acutely aware of their state; the small pink nipples hardening in the night air. 

	The moon overhead did provide some illumination, a silvery glow that filtered through the barren branches overhead. A snap of a branch sounded like a shot and Constance heard rustling noises slowly approaching. Had she been left for the wolves to eat? Then she remembered something about her bringing good luck to Harvest Dale. She didn't see how being fed to the wolves would bring anyone good luck - certainly not her. And why did wolves want butter on their dinner?

	For some reason, the silliness of it all, combined with lightheadedness from her panic, made her giggle. She couldn't stop until she was suddenly aware of shapes surrounding her.

	Growing quiet, she stared. They were sort of man-like but very shaggy - fur covered. One of them approached. In the moonlight, she could make out a heavy jaw and broad forehead. The nose jutting out was slightly flattened but the eyes - they were green and utterly human, holding unknown thoughts beyond that of a simple beast. The monstrous features frightened the girl but it was the odd bit of humanity that terrified her even more.

	A heavy, five fingered paw touched Constance's side, the thumb working just like a man's although all of the digits were longer than a human's. Although the pressure wasn't hurting her, Constance could feel the underlying strength in the touch and had a fair inkling of what damage the creature could bring upon her if it so chose.

	But the creature was firm but gentle as it used both hands to fondle the girl's slim body. The wide fingers found her budding, preteen breasts, mashing them and gently pinching them. Then it made a chuffing sound that sounded....satisfied. 

	When the other creatures grunted in response, the first one brought its hands down to her slender hips. It squeezed there, feeling the slight curves as if they were testing a bolt of fabric in the mercantile store. The creature chuffed again and the others hooted; acting more animated this time. 

	Taking Constance by the legs, the creature lifted her lower half up and spread her thighs apart. It seemed that the creature was looking right at her most private nakedness, right where the butter had been smeared. Constance saw an odd shape protruding from the lower portion of creature's midsection. It was like a sausage but longer and straighter. The end was oddly shaped and under the right angle in the moonlight, she saw a series of ridges on the top of the appendage in a fishbone pattern. Aside from the eyes and the palms and fronts of the fingers, this thing was the only part of the creature not covered in fur. 

	The creature moved its odd thing against her. Constant recoiled at the touch against her genitals but could not slip the creature's grasp. It pushed its member against her and the girl sickly realized it was going into her slit. The butter there made it easier and the girl's hairless mound spread and allowed the end of it in. It wouldn't go any further which made Constance feel some relief but she prayed this most disgusting contact would end. 

	Without warning, the creature jerked her hips toward it while it shoved forward. Constance lost her breath as the thing drove into her with a rendering of her flesh. Something flooded inside of her and when the creature pulled back, she spied her blood, looking dark under the moon. It was on the creature's thing and more of it coated the smooth lips of her violated sex.

	She found her voice in a long scream that echoed faintly to the outskirts of Harvest Dell. The men and women gathered there looked at one another and without any words, dispersed to their own warm and safe homes.

	With heavy thrusts, the creature powered in and out of the wailing, deflowered preteen. For Constance, it was if a thick stake was being driven into her, threatening to utterly rip her apart. Her bruised, virgin passage expanded under the brutal attack. Adding to it were the ridges on the top of the creature's penis which scraped at her straining walls and the small button of flesh protruding at the top of her dilated hole. 

	The pain of her overloaded cunny faded to a constant soreness while the abrading action of the ridges seemed to burn her. Yes, it was like tiny whips of fire. The heat started flashing all over inside of her. For some reason, Constant wanted more of it, began craving it. The creature seemed to understand and loosened his grip on her pelvis just enough to allow her to roll her body and undulate to maximize the friction that was burning her so wonderfully in her loins. 

	Innocent of any sexual knowledge, Constance didn't understand the reasons for her sudden need. But she knew what she wanted and churned her young body, working her vaginal muscles for the first time to clasp at the pounding cock that ravaged her feverishly lubricating tunnel.

	Constance shouted something, sounding like the wild Indians she had heard about as she bucked in the throes of an orgasm. Even as it ceased, she kept jerking weakly as the creature rutted with her before abruptly stopping. Something new flooded inside of her; something hot and thick, pumping deeply into her prepubescent womb.

	Constance understood that something happened but didn't know the meaning. The creature let go of her, only to have another take his place. The next one's prick was at the ready and it quickly bored into the eleven year-old's bald, sopping twat. Emitting a long grunt, Constance hoped those fiery sensations would return. On the second thrust, they arose once more.

	Constance blinked, bleary eyed. She was being carried over the furry shoulder of a creature. In the pale gray of morning, she dully noticed the ropes were gone from her wrists although she didn't recall what exactly happened. But she knew they were lying under the tree, joining the remains of older ropes. 

	It struck her, clearing the fog from her head. Older ropes...how many others like her had been taken to the tree and left for these creatures? Trying to sort out the flashes of memory from the animalistic orgy she had endured, she knew that all of the creatures had taken her. Maybe some had done so more than once. She didn't know but was very much aware of the throbbing in her well-used, dripping young snatch. It was sore, but she wouldn't have minded more of those sensations in there again. The thought also made her blush but she couldn't deny the desire these strange acts had unleashed in her.

	They entered a cave and the other creatures dropped the sacks the women had left while the one carrying Constance gently set her on the floor. The thought of bolting briefly raced through her mind, but where would she go? Back to the village that had set her out in the forest? The creatures stood watching her and she understood that she now belonged to them. Sensing her acquiescence, they walked away from her.

	"You're the new girl, now."

	Constance spun and saw another girl close to her age, a little older. Her breasts were small, but seemed fuller than Constance's. Then Constance noticed the girl's swollen belly and she gasped.

	"Are you with child?"

	"Yes," the girl said with a small smile, rubbing her midsection.

	Constance's head swam. 

	"With the child of...of...?"

	The other girl nodded.

	"Yes. My name it Patsy. I was taken in by Mr. and Mrs. Putnam after my parents died of the fever in the spring before last. Then in the autumn, after the harvest...well, you understand now."

	"But why?"

	"Because we are the gift to them," another girl, this one perhaps two or three years older than Patsy said as she emerged from the gloom of the cave.

	Constance saw other ones - young women and girls opening the sacks and removing items - flint, blankets, and other things. Three others were obviously pregnant. Then she noticed older women with graying hair joining them. Unlike the younger females, they were wearing rough dresses and Constance was reminded of her own nudity.

	"Could I please have a dress?" she called out.

	One of the clothed women, her brown hair shot with gray and her eyes twinkling with kind mirth chuckled and shook her head. 

	"They don't like their breeders wearing clothes. When we're done bearing children, then they don't mind. And they even mate with us from time to time which is..."

	The woman closed her eyes, obviously reliving countless pleasures. Constance felt her cheeks get hot at that but also knew the wetness between her own legs.

	"Will I become with child?" she asked nervously.

	"Yes, said an older teen, gently patting Constance's flat belly. "In time."

	"Are the babies like us or like them?" Constance asked in a quivering voice.

	"Always like them," one of the older women replied. "And always males. Don't ask why - we don't know. But that's how it is. And that's why we are given to them, so that they may procreate. They are of this land - connected in some way. The Indians knew of it. The first white settlers dismissed it as heathen rubbish and their bones are now long gone. But Harvest Dale, they know. And they follow the practice and reap the rewards."

	"And us?" Constance queried, although she knew the answer.

	"We remain here to the end of our days. Still, it's not so bad. No village gossip, no people looking down their noses at you on Sundays. And of course, there are our beasty-men, as I call them. They don't beat us and they do so love to mate. They sleep in the day but near sunset, well, girl," the woman spoke a full, throaty laugh. "You'll get your fill. Again and again."

	Constance was on her hands and knees, which she learned was how the creatures like to have them. A creature was behind her, plunging her snug young pussy with his cock with gurgling strokes. She had already cum twice and was hoping for third, With all of the females present in the cave, she wouldn't be the sole object of attention as she was that night by the tree a week ago which meant only a couple of hours of this before the creatures were done. 

	Her wish came through as her body was wracked with another climax. As she shuddered, her tiny breasts quivered as they hung below. The males seemed to enjoy playing with them, even the younger ones not yet old enough to couple. Constance didn't mind at all as it made her ready in way that never required butter. A burst of semen slammed inside of her, marking the end of this latest mating session. Lifting a hand to her belly, she tried to feel what was happening inside, to determine if her start to motherhood was beginning yet. 

	But there was no hurry as she had time enough for years.

	"With three weeks until the election, both the Democrats and the GOP feel confident in taking the White House, succeeding President Obama next January when-."

	Marcie switched off the radio in the van and resumed her full attention on the dirt road.

	"Thanks," said Allison from the front passenger seat.

	Marcie smiled at the young girl whose light blonde hair seemed to glow in the dashboard illumination.

	"You don't like politics, huh?"

	The eleven year-old shook her head vehemently, swinging her ponytail. 

	"It's boring with a bunch of boring old politicians making boring old speeches."

	There was a titter of laughter from the back where other women were sitting among the filled duffel bags.

	Allison was curious about all the stuff they were bringing and where they were going - somewhere out in the woods. They said they weren't camping but doing something for the community and needed Allison's help.

	The girl certainly didn't mind. After shuttling around between foster homes and her drug addict mother for most of her life, she had been sent here to new foster parents in Harvest Dale early this past summer. It was a far cry from Youngstown; a place where people were friendly and didn't need to lock their doors and where good things seemingly always happened. 

	The night was a little chilly and Allison crossed her arms across her thin chest to stay warm. In doing so, she felt the tiny nubbins that had begun to bloom about the time she came to Harvest Dale. She ought to have a training bra and decided to ask Marcie, her foster mother, after this - whatever it was - thing tonight was over.

	"I don't think I'll ever care about boring old politics," the girl emphasized again.

	"No," Marcie said thoughtfully. "I suppose you never will."




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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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