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Last Memories of a Young Panda in a New World	By : pawsnclaws Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5406 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Last Memories of a Young Panda in a New World
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It is early morning in this strange land I now call home. I sit here alone, in the damp and dark with only a candle to see by. I know it is morning because I can see the tiny rays of new born light floating through the cracks in the top of the wall. A few spots where the old thatched roof is needing its patching completed.
I am tasked with writing my own memoir. I do not have a lot of time to get it done but it is important to me so I will work at it diligently. Some things I write will be hard to read, hard to grasp, but they were even harder to live through. My Master told me to start when my life changed forever. I will start a little bit earlier than that. Memories and these words will be all that is left soon.
I was born in a small village in the valley of the Four Winds. It was so small, just a hut or two, that it had no real name. My parents were farmers, but they always wanted more for me. They named me Seen. I grew up fast, and strong for a girl panda, learning how to help the earth grow. It also helped that I spent my free time fighting the varmints that were constantly stealing and destroying our fields.
It was not long after my 13^th year day that our small home was destroyed forever and my life changed forever. Hulking green and grey men and women came, they burnt and they destroyed. Those who fought against them were struck down. My father fought to protect my mother and I, but his pitchfork and shovel were no match for sword and spear. After seeing my fathers death, my mother attacked with all her fury but she met the same fate and just as quickly.
I was hidden in an empty cooking pot, but they found me with little issues. I was pulled from the pot, kicking and screaming, and tied before being thrown over the back of a large beast. I could see the black smoke boiling from the ruins as I bounced on the beasts rump. We headed away at a slow pace and every step was a piece of my heart, my soul, my home ripped from me. I have never been back, and now I never will go back.
When we reached their camp they took me from my perch and retied my hands above my head. My clothes were cut off and my bindings looped over a hook from a tree. I stood before everyone nude, being eyed like a piece of meat. My eyes burned from the constant tears. I begged, but the monsters did not hear my pleas. They did not care. The shame was more than I could handle. Eyes burning into my mahogany colored fur.
After a short while a stout green skinned woman stepped forward. She spoke in our language with a harsh accent, very broken, but I was able to understand her. She asked if I had lived here my whole life. I thought it was a stupid question, but I was sobbing to hard to voice an answer. I nodded yes, and stared at the dirt beneath my feet. With no warning she reached behind me and grabbed my long tail and spun me around. I screamed but she did not stop examining me. Her harsh voice came again to my ears, this time to ask why I had a long tail. I tried to pull away, she had my tail lifted painfully high and I knew everyone could see my sensitive places. I begged her to stop but she only pulled harder and repeated the question. Through my sobs I explained that sometimes it happened that girls were born with long tails and red fur instead of black fur and short tails. It is said to be a kiss from our ancestors. Her voice became low and she released my tail while telling me it may have been a kiss of death in my case.
My tail hurt, and my eyes stung. For awhile I forgot about being naked and just hung there wishing it were all over. Why should I be alive, what did I do to deserve this. The spirits must surely hate me to not save me from this. Self pity only gets you so far. If I had any idea where my life would lead I would have done everything in my power to end it then and there. Maybe I was to weak. Maybe I still am.
During the night I was awoken to the sounds of footsteps. I looked into the dark and saw nothing. The fires had burned low and no one in camp stirred, but my ears told me someone moved outside the camp. My heart leaped. Maybe the spirits had not left me after all. Within a few moments the camp erupted in magic and dust. New creatures I had never seen burst into the camp and began to slaughter the green monsters one by one. The fight did not last long, the smell of death and ashes filled the air. A creature walked to me and with his long clawed hands he lifted my hands off the hook. I tried to back away, but he held me tight and shook a finger at me and muttered something softly that I could not hear through my own sobs.
I cried as I sat on the cart. It rocked and shook. My hands were still bound. Confusion filled me, who were these people and was I rescued or just tossed in the hands of another group of monsters. They had given me a blanket to cover myself with, and cold cool water to soothe my parched throat. I looked at the road ahead and saw a temple coming into view. Which temple I had no idea but it was a temple and again hope filled me.
Once inside the temple I saw my own kind. I was so overjoyed! I called out to them for help and they came to me. They asked all kinds of questions and I explained everything that had happened to me. A nice round Monk with a soft face told me that some of my kind had turned and were working with the Orcs, which is what they called the green monsters, and the people who saved me needed to make sure I was not one of those who had turned. I sobbed and said I was not, I told the over and over that they had hurt me and humiliated me. But, despite my protests, I was led into a back room and pushed through the door.
The room was small with a jade bench in the middle. I sat on the bench wrapped in my blanket and wishing it was finally all over. I knew once they saw I was not with them that they would let me go. I knew in my heart my torture was almost over. I had no idea that it had only just begun.
A man, a human, walked into the room with me. He had a handsome face but he did not smell like the other humans. I must have made a face, or wrinkled my nose, because he laughed a little and asked if I could smell him. I remember nodding, but I suddenly became very scared of what he was. He explained the smell was two things, the first was he called himself a Worgen, which he explained meant he could change his shape from human to monster and the second was necromancy because he was a Warlock. I must have looked puzzled because he took time to explain both in more detail.
It was his job to test me, to see if I was truthful. He told me to stand and removed my blanket from me. I tried to cover up but it was impossible. I told him the story again and when I reached the part about my tail he reached out and grabbed it, pulling me to him. He stroked it gently and told me he had seen a few of my kind with our beautiful red fur and long tails. Then he petted my head. My body went stiff. After I told him my story he asked personal questions, about my age and my family. I explained they were all gone now and he truly sounded sympathetic.
He told me he would have to do a couple of tests, and that they would not be fun but he had no doubt I would pass them. He laid his hands on the sides of my head and whispered a word into my ear, I do not know the word but pain shot through my body and I screamed. He told me I could never speak of what happened in this room or he would whisper that word to me over and over until I begged for death. When he released my head I fell to the ground shaking with pain and fear. He lifted me by my hips and placed me over the jade bench. It pushed my hips high into the air and I felt him behind me. I screamed again and kicked but fear and pain coursed through me again. The prickles stinging my skin and I begged him to stop. Stop he did, and I felt him move my tail to the side and run his naked fingers across the fur on my ass. Again I screamed, and again pain and fear ripped me.
He patted my back and explained that it would not take long and would not hurt much, just let him and be quiet and there would be no more words to make me hurt. I nodded and sobbed. I felt him part my inner core with his fingers and gently touch inside. The sound he made sent shivers through me, it was a groan that sounded tortured and strained. He removed his finger and I felt him moving and when I looked back I saw his robes drop to the floor. I could see his pale pink flesh and his rock hard cock as he stepped back up towards me. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to move. I tried so hard but I screamed and cried out, clawing at the floor with my fingers, as he buried himself inside my hot virgin core. He pushed in hard and so deep the pain shot through me. I sobbed and begged, but he started to stroke. He stroked so powerfully that it pulled my whole body back and forth. He felt so huge stretching my smallness to its max. After a few long moments of strokes I felt my body begin to betray me. The pain went away, slickness took over, and the heat inside me began to build. His groans took on a pleading tone and he kept calling me his good girl over and over again.
Without warning my body exploded, I felt racked with white hot tingles that raced from my toes to my head. I cried out but this time not with pain and without knowing what I was doing I rocked back onto his cock and again heard him moan what a good girl I was. I began to sob when I felt him pull his hardness out of me. I could not bear to admit I was sobbing because I did not want it to stop. I felt his hands on my back and he soothed me gently.
As he spoke he reached down and took my bound hands and clasped them to a hook that sat in the floor. His soothing became a low dark laugh. He told me I was such a good girl with that hole, now it was time to try another. He stepped in front of me and his hard cock bobbed as he moved. He took my pony tail and lifted me until I was stretched up, hands to the hook but me hanging from my hair and forced his cock deep into my throat. I gagged and he laughed. He pushed in over and over. Tears streamed down my face and I wanted it to stop but I could feel the dampness pouring down between my legs. My body still betrayed me.
He slid his cock out and patted my cheeks roughly. He stepped back and I smelled magic, and with a howl and a large cloud of smoke the beautiful man became a large black beast before my eyes. I screamed and tried to get away, my hands bound and my hips stuck over the bench made me unable to move. His claws stroked my cheeks and he showed me his cock. It was no longer pink with soft skin stretched tight, but it was angry red and looked like a rock hard spike with a tip that almost came to a point. I could see a slight swelling at its base.
The monster stepped behind me and grabbed my tail in a painful motion lifting my hips just a bit higher. Then I felt it, the almost sharp tip, as it pushed against my asshole. I jerked away and screamed as loud as I could. It did not help, very slowly he began to push inside. The pain of him stretching that tight hole was unbearable. I sobbed and tried again and again to pull away. It seemed like it would slide in forever with the slowness of his movement. Once all the way in he pulled back out and started it over again. I sobbed, betrayed again, my legs damn and slick with my juices. He picked up speed and I lifted to hip, unable to stop myself. Then I felt it, I realized he was not pumping in and out but just making the motion. My body was moving with him. He was swelled inside my ass and as he swelled more it became more and more painful. Then I felt hot liquid explode inside me and his moans and groans became strained and he pounded his swelled cock against the inside of my asshole.
We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. Me bent over the bench, hands tied, sobbing, face slick with tears and thigh slick with my own bodies betrayal. Without much warning I felt him pop out of me, then I smelled magic again and a man stepped into my view. He untied my hands and slipped the bindings off. He gathered me up and pulled me into his lap. Stroking my cheeks again he told me I was a good girl. Then he told me I was his good girl and got up and walked out.
I laid on the floor and cried, I hurt inside and out. My heart was crushed. Now what would happen to me? I wanted death, I even begged the spirits for it. It did not come.
What did come was a servant who led me down the hall to a room that had a bed and a wash basin in it. I cleaned up and was handed new clothes. I slipped into the bed and closed my eyes. I needed the rest, and I started to wonder if I should care what happens next. I know now that I had no idea where it would go.
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