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A God For Tonight
by Mara (maraterry@gmail.com)

***

A girl is attacked by a rapist and it changes her life 
forever. Just when she thinks she has found salvation, a 
dark stranger betrays her trust and she falls victim to 
her own desires. (MMg, ped, nc, rp, sci-fi)
 
***

Only days ago, I witnessed a man being killed not far 
from my house, the killer saw me. He chased me down, and 
enraged, he cut into my eyes with a knife, permanently 
blinding me. After wards he raped me giving me syphilis. 
I was rushed to the hospital and my parents were 
devastated. 

I lay quietly in the unfamiliar sheets of the hospital 
bed with my eyes sore and bandaged. A stranger comes 
into the room, so silent his footsteps are as he comes 
to my bedside. "I brought you this rose," he said 
calmly, "its blue."

The stranger gently holds open my hand and places the 
rose in it. With saying nothing else, he left. I gently 
ran my fingers up the stem of the rose to the petals. 
Blue. How odd, I've never heard of a blue rose before, I 
thought, and continued to hold it. It had been hours 
since my last meal, and it felt late. I was tired. 
Thoughts of suicide ran through my head for a long 
while, until a tranquil voice convinced me otherwise. It 
spoke kind, caring words, that held no pity or sorrow. 
"Who is that?" I asked. There was a long pause, before I 
heard an answer. "God." He replied. 

"God?" I asked, slowly sitting up.

"Take those bandages off child." He said.

Hesitantly, I unwrapped the cloth from around my eyes, 
but continued to hold them shut.

"Look at me." He said patience in his tone. Not knowing 
how to reply, I weakly opened my eyes. Blurry at first, 
everything before me came into focus, including the 
thing that stood before me. It wore no clothing, and 
appeared to be a sexless being, although it's body 
seemed somewhat masculine. Large horns curved upwards 
out of it's skull and it's skin was gray. 

"What are you?" I asked, almost unbelieving of what just 
happened.

"I am your god." It said softly, and approached my 
bedside. "I will heal you of your disabilities, only if 
you do me a small favor." I thought...

How is this even logical? Was I still dreaming?

"What do you want me to do?" I asked warily. 

He immediately replied, "To kill the man that did this 
to you." 

I sat back, still thinking. 

"Okay," I paused, "How?"

"First, let me heal you." He said with a smile, and 
knelt next to me on the bed. The skin between his spread 
legs tore open, and a bulging penis slid out. 

For some reason though, this didn't bother me. The 
situation almost didn't seem real. There wasn't much I 
could do, so I nervously lay my head on my pillow and 
grasped the sheets tightly, not sure what to expect. I 
looked into his emotionless eyes, searching, but they 
revealed nothing. He slowly leaned over me, his penis 
disappeared underneath my hospital gown, and its warm 
tip touched me ever so gently. It penetrated, and my 
body went into complete ecstasy. It happened so fast, I 
shuddered; it was only after he filled me with freezing 
sperm, that I clenched and sat up quickly, feeling 
ashamed. Icy cum ran in a thin line down my leg, sending 
shivers crawling up my spine. The being stepped off of 
the bed. 

"You no longer have syphilis… I want you to kill him 
now." He said, with a tone that held no emotion.

"How?" I asked, surprised.

"Take my hand," He said, holding it out for me to grasp. 
I took it with my own, and he held on firmly. My arm 
throbbed in agony, and my heart pounded. He released his 
grip and my arm fell limply to my side. Before I could 
register what was happening, the flesh on my back ripped 
open, and violet feathers appeared. Large wings 
unfolded, feather tips scathing the walls and roof. 
Still damp with fresh blood, they were too heavy to 
stretch. The creature faded into the shadows. 

My trembling body went numb, and I watched myself thrash 
about the room in an uncontrollable frenzy, as 
adrenaline and fear took their course. 

Feathers, my feathers, they settled around me, and my 
back and shoulders ached with the weight of my new 
burden... Or gift... Could this really be the reality 
that is? The room dark, with no windows, fluorescent 
lights shattered, and glass all around me, yet I can 
see. I can see the damage I have caused, and the 
creature I am becoming. 

My body was now almost completely covered with fur and 
feathers, and my arms wielded a sharp blade. I am 
mutating. Images of what that man did to me ran through 
my mind, and I began to shake with rage. Sickle talons 
curved their way out of my fingertips, in a numbing 
pain, and again adrenaline overtook my body. It was 
time. Now sitting up from the dark corner that I had 
rested, I charged the door, splitting it into pieces. I 
slid across the hall, almost hitting the opposite side. 

The hallway was empty up until the receptionist's desk. 
The lady at the counter looked up from the book she was 
reading, horror appeared in her eyes when she saw me. I 
sprinted towards her, and past; out of the hospital and 
onto the streets. It was a busy night, cars filled the 
highway, and although late, people still roamed the 
streets. I looked into the sky. The full moon, amber 
orange in color, illuminated over the night time city, 
calling me into the heavens. 

My new desire to fly free overwhelmed me. Running to 
gain momentum, I unfolded my wings, the large feathers 
feeling wind beneath them for the first time. I took 
flight. Up I flew, past the headlights and streetlamps 
and into the jungle of high rises. I had to hurry, 
daylight lurked just below the horizon. I became unsure 
of where I was going, so I turned and headed back 
towards the hospital, hoping to see a sign, or the thing 
that... helped me. 

Suddenly, in rhythm with every wing beat, my eyes burned 
hotter and hotter, everything in my vision became a 
shade of blue. My heart pounded. Everything around me 
seemed to blend together, instinct told me to fly 
upwards, and avoid anything that I was in danger of 
flying into. Once at a safe height, I looked down upon 
the city. Near the far outskirts, a speck of red shined 
in the vast blue. I bet that was my way of finding that 
monster.

I soared over many neighborhoods, the homes getting 
closer as I descended. So, I was going to kill him in 
his own house, I figured, as my vision returned to 
normal; his home in sight. I landed in Center Street. My 
legs were not ready for the sudden impact and I stumbled 
to regain my step. Restless dogs barked at me from 
behind fences. I looked around; making sure no one had 
seen me. Nope, good. His home was still and dark, except 
for one room whose light leaked out of a closed curtain. 
Just out of curiosity, I checked to see if his front 
door was unlocked, although very unlikely. To my 
surprise, it creaked open. 

All was dark, much darker than the outside. The fear of 
sneaking into some ones home got to me. I nervously 
crept into the living room, and looked for a door with 
light underneath. Found it! Just down the hall. I wanted 
to break it down, but it opened. I froze. There he was, 
staring at me in the darkness. Could he see me? I rushed 
him out of desperation; he backed into the corner, 
terror in his eyes. 

"I hate you, you ruined me," I growled, feet away from 
killing him. 

His face changed, he let out a laugh and stepped out of 
the corner. "I know who you are," he said grinning, 
"You're that bitch I fucked. What happened to you?" 

"I'm going to kill you," I cried, lunging at him, the 
blades on my forearms slashed into his shoulder and he 
jerked away. "What the hell are you? Did that damn demon 
make you do this?" He asked, gripping his serrated 
shoulder. "He's the one who told me to hurt you in the 
first place, you stupid bitch!" He yelled. 

I lunged at him again, this time, not missing his 
throat. He fell lifelessly to the floor, his body 
crippled in a pool of blood. There I stood; horns 
appeared on my shadow self. A cold hand on my shoulder. 
"I should have known you were a demon, you look like 
one," I said, turning around. His eyes still revealed 
nothing. 

"I'm not a demon," he whispered, "I'm Lucifer," and he 
held in his hand, a blue rose. Smiling, he handed it to 
me. I was speechless… The pedals floated to the ground 
when I touched it, so did my fur and feathers. My claws 
and wings disappeared into my flesh, and as the morning 
sun arose, all evil faded into the dawning light.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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