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Earth 2020 in an alternate universe.

In a world where humans share the earth with formidable beings known as oaks, an

undercurrent of dread permeates the air. The oaks, brutish and orc -like, wield

their strength with a savage pride, their infamous virility making them a

threatening presence.

While they share a common ancestry with humans, their evolution led to a

striking divergence.

one that robbed them of higher intelligence while amplifying their

instincts. These muscular creatures roam the land, instilling fear and

fascination in human hearts.

Their ability to breed with other species looms as a biological weapon, an

that ignites both desire and terror.

With a reputation for violence, The oaks are seen as predators, and each

encounter feels like a dangerous game, where the boundaries between fear and

attraction blur.

In this charged atmosphere, the risk of crossing paths with an oak is a perilous

gamble, one that could shatter the fragile peace of their shared world.

For decades, a shaky peace existed between humans and oaks. In 2020,

that truth shattered as the oaks began invading nations, spreading fear.

On the outskirts of a rural farm, three oaks lurked in the shadows, their

massive forms looming dangerously.

Among them was an oakling, smaller and younger, yet eager to prove himself.

Muscles rippling beneath their bark -like skin, the older oaks exchanged low

growls, while the oakling's eyes sparkled with the thrill of impending

One of the larger oaks growled, his voice a deep rumble. No survivors.

The oakling's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and fear.

What do you fear?

The second oak instructed, pointing a gnarled finger.

I've played.

No mistake.

The oakling nodded.

determination flashing across his face, though uncertainty lingered.

With their course set, the three oaks moved toward the farm, silent as

ready to unleash chaos.

In the farmhouse kitchen, an average man stood washing dishes, the warm suds

sliding through his fingers.

As he glanced up and peered out the window, his heart sank.

In the distance, three hulking figures emerged from the shadows.

He squinted, eyes widening in dread, as he recognized the crude weapons slung

over their shoulders.

Panic surged through him. He knew exactly why they were here.

Maria, get downstairs. Lock the door. He shouted urgency in his voice.

Maria dashed to the basement door, locking it tight.

From her hiding spot she heard shouting followed by chaos, furniture crashing,

then a sudden thud.

Silence fell. She waited in the dark, dread mounting for over an hour. Is it

over? She whispered to herself.

Cautiously, Maria climbed the stairs and unlocked the door.

Peering around the corner into the kitchen, her heart dropped.

Oh, God, no!

Rushing to her husband, she found him on the floor, a large dagger lodged in his

chest. Oh, no! No!

She cried, checking for a pulse.

Silence met her desperate search.

Hours passed as Maria fought to pull herself together.

I have to bury him, she murmured.

Later that evening, she did her best to lay him to rest, mourning his loss deep

into the night.

Four days later, Maria sat alone in the kitchen, still enveloped in mourning

for her late husband.

Well, it's just me now, she thought.

I better check the farm and see what's been damaged. As she wandered the

property, she was surprised to find that most of it was intact.

She walks into the barn.

She stopped, her senses heightened.

What is that noise? A faint wheezing echoed in the distance.

Curious, Maria followed the sound to a stable and slowly opened the door.

Her heart raced at the sight before her.

An oakling lay on an old bench, looking half dead.

Shock coursed through her as she turned to leave, careful not to wake it.

What do I do?

I can't leave it there.

Maybe I should finish it off, she thought, wrestling with her conscience.

Sneaking away to consider her options, Maria took a moment to gather her

thoughts.

After a while, she returned to the barn, stilling herself as she opened the

door. Looking at the oakling, she realized... It's an oakling.

Why is it here alone?

Curiosity peaked.

She knelt beside it and tentatively poked its side.

Nothing.

She thought, feeling a twinge of relief.

Noticing the oakling's hand covering something, she slowly moved it aside,

heart racing as she prepared to uncover whatever lay beneath.

Beneath the hand, Maria gasped at the large, gaping wound oozing fresh blood.

Signs of infection already setting in. Looking closer, she muttered to herself,

Well, at least he got a few shots in.

Suddenly, the oaklings gripped her arm.

Help! I try stop.

It exclaimed, pain evident in its voice before it passes out.

Maria's confusion deepened.

Stop it.

You tried to help? She thought, grappling with the unexpected plea.

Maria hurried back to the house, pondering her thoughts.

He does look too young to have done much.

Maybe he did try to stop them, and that's why they left him here to die.

Determined, she returned to the oakling, a medkit in hand.

As she tended to the wound, she muttered, You better not be lying.

Days passed as Maria brought the oakling bits of food and cared for its injury.

A couple of weeks slipped by.

Why isn't this oakling getting any better?

Maria pondered, frustration creeping in. Maybe I've missed something.

Determined, she began to check the rest of the oakling's body for any hidden

injuries. After exhausting her initial options, she focused on the groin and

thigh area.

There must be another wound somewhere.

She deliberated, anxiety tightening her chest.

With a deep breath, Maria slowly lifted the loincloth, preparing to uncover

whatever secrets lay beneath.

Aha! She blurted out, spotting the hidden wound.

Leaning in for a closer look, Maria froze as she noticed something else

the oakling's legs.

She drew a sharp breath, shocked by the sight before her.

Holy crap!

That's...

Determined to focus, she pushed the thought aside and set to work on the

Carefully, she cleaned and sewed it up, her forearm brushing against the

oakling's impressive cock as she worked.

After what felt like ages, she finally sighed. All done.

Maria was about to replace the loincloth, but found herself glancing

time at the oakling's cock.

I just need to move it out of the way, she told herself.

With trembling hands, she gently grasped it.

Wow, it's so warm and heavy, she thought, a mix of surprise and

curiosity flooding her.

Carefully, she placed it back down and draped the loincloth over it.

Gathering the medkit, she made her way back to the house, her mind racing with

conflicting thoughts.

Four days later.

Maria made her way to the barn, eager to check on the oakling.

As she opened the door, a smile broke across her face.

Oh, you're awake!

she exclaimed.

Grabbing a stool, she settled beside the oakling. Can you understand me?

she asked, studying its expression for a response.

The oakling remained still, unresponsive.

I guess not, she murmured, a hint of disappointment in her voice, placing her

hand gently on its shoulder.

I help.

Maria smiled, trying to convey her good intentions.

I believe you, she added softly.

A day later, Maria returned to check on the old cling once more.

Ah, fast asleep.

It must be very tired, she thought, observing its peaceful expression.

As she stood there, her gaze unintentionally drifted towards the

better check the wound, she reasoned. Kneeling down, she carefully moved to

adjust the loincloth.

As she pulled it back, her heart raced at the sight before her once again.

It's larger than I remembered, she thought.

As Maria looked back up at the oakling, she felt a mix of longing and

hesitation.

It's been so long, no one will know.

Maria grabs the huge penis and stares at it bending in her hand.

Just once.

She leans in. She begins to gently suck the huge cock, ignoring the smell.

She can barely fit it in her mouth.

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, the oakling's eyes opened, locking onto

hers in surprise.

Maria froze with its cock pulsing in her mouth waiting, but after a moment, the

oakling grinned.

Yes.

for weeks until one day Maria headed back into the barn for another visit.

Oh, you're up!

She greeted the oakling as it approached.

To her surprise, the oakling ignored her completely, walking straight past her

without a glance.

Hey, where are you going?

Maria shouted, confusion creeping in. The oakling made its way toward the

pausing to notice something on a nearby chair. It picked up the dagger with

dried blood on it.

Examining it closely, Ah, friend, it grunted.

A wave of dread washed over Maria, and nausea twisted in her stomach.

Oh, no, no, no!

Why did I believe you? She shouted, her heart sinking as she watched the oakling

walk away with its dagger, the very weapon that had taken her husband's

As it vanished into the distance, Maria clutched her abdomen, whispering to

herself,

What have I done?