Teki’s eyes snapped open, revealing the gloom around him. The raccoon let out a low groan, rolling onto his side to stare into the green glowing face of the alarm clock. 

“It’s the middle of the night,” he mumbled. “Mmm, I don’t want to get up, but I got to pee.”

Shifting his legs, he threw back the covers, willing himself to rise from the mattress. He really did not want to get out of bed, but a sudden pressure in his lower belly had compelled him from the lands of slumber. It was unusual, he thought, since he had not had anything to drink before bed. Come to think of it, Teki realized there was more than simply pressure pushing on his bladder. His entire belly felt heavy, like there was a lead weight sunk deep into his gut. He rolled, finding his body did not want to move and that his hips ached as he fought to get his legs underneath him. Sitting up, his feet hanging over the side of the bed, his black toes tickling the carpet, Teki also could not help but notice the dull throb in his chest. His nipples hurt, sensitive for some reason. 

“Why is that?” the raccoon asked. 

Slowly, his fingers, slender and ebon, crept to his chest, their claws seeking the erect buds that, had he bothered to turn on the lamp at his nightstand, would have been glistening so wetly with the first sweet droplets of fresh milk. Imagine the face of the raccoon as his hand came to cup soft, jiggling flesh, his breasts so painfully swollen and ripe. Teki’s heart dropped down into his heavy belly, his stomach protruding so as to be resting upon his lap. His lower lips curled into an expression of utter horror as the white threads of his milk ran between his black fingers, seeping into the sleek fur. His pulse racing, Teki let his hand fall from his engorged breast, his palm coming to the swell of his middle. When the raccoon had gone to sleep, his belly was flat, hard with taut muscle. Now, it was just as hard and taut, but far from flat, for his belly was so bloated as to be pregnant to six months, if not more. His fingers slid along the curve of his stomach, finding the distended hump of his navel. His cock twitched below his belly, slipping from its sheath as he began to slide his trembling fingers around his lower belly, as full and ripe as any female. 

“It can’t be,” he muttered over and over to himself. “It can’t be. I’m a male, a-a male. This is all a dream, right?”

When the first flutters came, pressing out against his palms from within the raccoon’s bloated womb, Teki was on his feet and rushing for the bathroom. Stumbling through the open door that joined his room, he flicked on the light, his amber eyes wide with an expression of dread. Blinking back the harsh white glare which reflected from the ceramic of the sink, he beheld the frightful transformation in the mirror. It could not have been him, he reasoned, surely not. But the masked face that stared back in horror was his, he had seen it so many times before. He let his gaze travel down his slender throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as Teki swallowed. Down to the swell of those milky breasts. Full and fat, they sagged, their nipples black as midnight and glimmering so tempting in the light. For an instant, the raccoon’s heart did beat just a little faster as he took in the sight of those heaving mounds. The sway of his breasts was mesmerizing, yet he shook his head, his eyes sliding from those globes to the wobbling sphere which thrust itself from his middle. His belly was a vast, ripe orb of gravid flesh. No one could deny the look of pregnancy, not even him. Teki turned so that he viewed himself in profile, one hand cupped gingerly beneath his swollen belly. He looked like any pregnant female raccoon, except for the copious erection which clung snuggly to his stomach. 

“Why am I so aroused by this?” he whimpered. “This cannot be happening. It all has to be a weird dream.”

Letting his hand fall from his belly, he turned, bracing himself on the counter, his head down. His fluffy tail dropped behind him, trailing on the tile floor as he turned the facet. Splashing his face with water, the raccoon looked back up just in time to see the hint of crimson in the mirror. It was but a flash, a mere flicker, but something had moved. Teki whirled, but saw nothing.

His heart racing, he called out, “Is someone there?”

When no answer came, the raccoon thrust his hand to his lower back, his hips creaking, and made to waddle from the bathroom. Stepping back into his bedroom, he gazed from the unmade bed, the closed window and finally the doorway. Not a soul was to be seen and no trace of any visitor. But the raccoon had seen something, he was certain. 

“I-Is anyone here?” he stammered. 

This time, the darkness would answer. Black, hairless hands came from behind him, placing themselves upon his swollen belly. Teki jumped and with a shriek would turn to gaze fully into a pair of eyes like luminous jade. The creature smiled, its lips, black and glistening so wetly, curling to part, revealing the straight, white needle fangs. Teki tore himself from those grasping claws, stumbling back until his calves touched the bed. His shaking hand was reaching now for the nightstand, his phone but inches from his fingers. 

“I’ll call the police,” he squeaked. “Just who are you?”

The creature appeared to be feline, with skin red as blood. From elbow to fingertip and from knee to toe, its limbs were black, while a long, slender tail swished behind it. Its eyes were the truest green and crinkled at the corners as it grinned. But what drew the raccoon’s notice was the throbbing, black member that rose like a lance from the pelvis of the intruder. Fat plums churned below the erect cock, ready to burst with the virile seed that oozed from the gaping tip to dribble so deliciously down the pulsing shaft. Licking his lips, Teki swallowed, his hand suddenly falling to his side. He could not move, could not look away from the strangely beautiful creature. 

“So you finally woke up?” it said in a voice that was musical with a hint of a gravelly rasp. “You were so precious earlier, so peaceful. I almost hated to wake you.”

“Wake me?” Teki glanced at his bed, then back at the creature. “Then, you’ve been in my room this entire time?”

“Oh, indeed,” it replied. “And not just tonight. Why, I’ve been visiting you for some time now.” The creature stepped closer, placing a hand on the raccoon’s belly. “And finally, my visits paid off.”

From beneath the black hand came the flutters of new life, boiling and bubbling against Teki’s flesh. The raccoon gave a moan, the fetal kicks pummeling his bladder, stirring his manhood to throb as the velvet soft hand crept its way up his belly. In spite of his terror, his tail would wag, ripples dancing up his spine as those cunning fingers came to play at his breast. The creature circled his nipple, running a claw along the black, bumpy flesh until it came to flick the weeping nipple. Teki groaned, whimpering his lust as his heart began to pound with an aching need for those hands to be around him. There was something familiar about the creature’s touch, something sensual and dark. The raccoon panted, his fur growing damp with sweat as he found himself falling to the bed. 

“I am a demon,” said the creature. “An incubus, if you will. I come to you in your dreams, whispering dark and wonderful things into your ear as you slumber.” Came to slide between Teki’s thighs, bracing his palms on the mattress as he leaned down towards the raccoon’s trembling mouth. “Mmm, of course, I couldn’t just simply whisper. I had to make it better.” His erect shaft rubbed so tantalizingly on Teki’s lower belly. “Tonight, I finally bore fruit, wouldn’t you agree?” He smiled. “My name is Azmeral. I am the father of your children.”

“C-Children?” yelped Teki. “But, that means--”

“That this is not a dream? And that this belly of yours is all too real?” The demon laughed, beautiful, like a sweet piping. “Mmm, I’m afraid so.” Resting his narrow body on Teki’s gravid form, he plucked a nipple as if it were a ripened cherry. Milk spurted between his fingers, turning his flesh white. “Oh, so ripe.” Licking the white from his finger, he then said, “You may find it terrifying, perhaps even vile, but you will find it electric as well. Already your body craves me, not just in the throes of sleep, but fully awake. You want me, Teki. You will submit to me.”

Tears steamed from the raccoon’s masked cheeks, his mouth trembling. The demon’s claws were at his cheeks, cupping his face, drawing him in with those green eyes, drinking in his very soul. He could not resist, he wanted it, the touch of his gorgeous monster. His lips met the hungry mouth with a kiss that sucked the air from his lungs and left him wanting more. With a lust he did not know he could possess, the raccoon wrapped his arms around the incubus’s neck, dragging Azmearl down so that the demon lay on his belly. Milk wept from his erect nipples, wetting that scarlet hide as Teki’s tongue slithered between the open jaws to explore the wet world of the demon’s mouth. The smooth fangs, the smokiness of the red flesh enticed him, his tongue leaping to curl along the roof of the creature’s mouth. Azmeral’s own tongue slid deep, slipping down the raccoon’s throat to make Teki’s esophagus bulge. The demon’s fingers came to the hip of his lover, his hand reaching beneath Teki to cup the round buttocks, not yet made padded with the coming of Teki’s maternity. 

Drawing back, strings of saliva clinging to their lips, Teki sighed, his arms falling from the demon. His fears were all but forgotten in the dreamy haze that surrounded him. His head felt fuzzy, as if stuffed with cotton. His vision swam and he laid down on the bed, unable to move as the demon’s mouth slid down his throat, coming to the hollow collarbone, spilling to the jiggling valley that wobbled between those shuddering globes. His lips to the black nipple, Azmeral drank, his slender tail curling as the demon supped the warm milk of the raccoon. 

“You are so sweet,” he said. “I have done so well to prepare you.”

“You have,” sighed Teki. “I am your feast, my love. Devour me.”

In the back of his mind, the raccoon screamed, unable to bear the words that came out of his mouth. What was he saying? This was a nightmare. The demon plucked his lips from the leaking tit, letting his forked tongue slither along the swell of the raccoon’s pregnant belly, traveling up the hump of Teki’s stomach to circle the distended navel. Teki could not resist, but only moaned faintly, his cock throbbing, spurting the first glimmering trail of shining precum to spatter onto the quilt. Seeing the glittering trickle, Azmeral took hold of the raccoon’s cock, stroking with slim fingers to make Teki shudder in exquisite jubilation. 

“O-Oh,” came the grunting moan of the raccoon. His mind was overwhelmed with sheer pleasure, chasing out every other thought. “Oh… Ugh…”

“I am not a selfish lover,” said the demon. “Though an incubus I may be. I do find that the most wonderful pleasure is seeing the rapturous joy on the faces of those whom I visit.”

Faster, those fingers slid, wet with the stickiness of the raccoon’s precum. Down, he came to the churning balls, back up to circle the spongy glans, never slowing, never stopping. 

“You should roll over,” the demon whispered. “I can give you even greater pleasures.” He smiled then, his eyes glittering in the gloom like polished gems, embers of emerald that stared back at Teki. “It’s going to happen no matter what. You may as well enjoy it.”

Slowly, ponderous with his new fetal girth, the raccoon would obey. His belly fell to the bed and Teki lay on his side, one knee drawn up so that his ass did split before the eyes of the incubus. Letting go of Teki’s manhood, Azmeral would seize the rump of the raccoon, parting those very cheeks to lay bare the tight, dark ring that was Teki’s anus. 

“So fragile,” the demon murmured. 

His lips came to that puckered bloom, kissing the shivering flesh, his tongue licking, probing so that Teki would cry out. Gently, the incubus pushed, slipping into the shivering rectum of his lover, slithering down into the hot core, lapping the trembling prostate to make Teki howl. Gripping the quilt in his shaking fists, the raccoon managed to get his legs under himself, to rise to his knees as the demon curled his tongue back, sliding along the smooth walls of Teki’s rectum. Stars bursting in his eyes, Teki thrust his face into the blankets, there to sob as the incubus drew back, his cock ready to peirce that weeping flower. The shimmering nectar of the raccoon’s lust was on his tongue, a fine honey which stoked the desires of the demon. His manhood swelled, black as ebony, the wicked head shaped like that of a spear, while his shaft was studded with horny protrusions like raw bone. His testicals were full, the size of oranges, dangling between the supple thighs of the demon. Licking his lips, Azmeral seized the hips of his lover, his tip coming to nudge the gaping anus, to paint the flesh with hot precum. Teki shook, his back arching as he tilted his hips. He could not disobey. He craved it, even as he knew that this was wrong. The touch of the demon revolted him, but also would it entice him with its darkly forbidden love. Biting his lower lip, he could not help but imagine the incubus visiting him in the night. Coming into his room while he slept, clinging to his body, piercing him, thrusting deeply to fill his swelling belly with the demon’s virile seed. Was it so vile because of the acts of the evil creature or was it that he was not awake to experience it?

Teki looked back over his shoulder, bearing witness to the throbbing monstrosity which was to enter him. His anus opened, his body coming alive as the hot wave of lust washed over him. The demon bucked his hips and the raccoon gleefully surrendered. So easily did Azmeral enter, sliding deep, crashing into the gates of the raccoon’s fecund womb. A scream tore itself from Teki’s throat, the raccoon weeping his joy as the demon circled and pulled back, coming in once more to caress his trembling gland with the velvet tip of that black cock. 

“O-Oh,” cried Teki. “Yes, please… I-I want more.”

“More?” the demon chuckled. “Oh, had you only been awake the other times.”

Faster, Azmeral bucked, sliding deep, pulling back, driving himself into the raccoon with the raw, wet slap of bare flesh against furry buttocks, of churning balls striking Teki’s thighs with a persistent thwack. Teki’s face met the quilt, his body quaking with the movements of the incubus. His belly roiled, swelling with the fullness of the demon’s cock as Azmeral pushed deeper. The devilish lives within him moved, squirming against his insides as if to make room for more. Tiny claws raked his womb, pressing against his flesh to bubble along his stomach as those hideous spawn did relish in the dance of their progenitor. Taking hold of the raccoon’s belly, Azmeral drew Teki up so that the raccoon did sit on his knees. His back against the demon, Teki fell onto that spear, his body quaking with ecstasy. The black claws to the ripe, leaking breast that wet the raccoon’s fur, sliding up to curl lightly around Teki’s throat, while his other hand would hold the swollen belly of his lover. Azmeral’s lips grazed Teki’s cheek, billowing his hot sulfurous breath against the raccoon’s face. 

“You love it,” he whispered. “And soon more will fill you.” He bucked his hips, making the raccoon leap up, crashing back down into his lap with a moan. “Of all those I have visited, you are the most wonderful. By the sun’s rise, this room shall quake with the pangs of your labor as you bear my offspring.”

“Yes,” wept Teki. “Yes, I want this.”

“I know you do,” said the demon. “And so you shall have it.”

The demon pressed upwards, his tip pushing deep. Teki’s anus closed, locking them together as the ropy strand that was the demon’s seed flowed. Pumping, Azmeral let forth another string, flooding the thrusting womb of his lover. Teki wept in his arms, but could do nothing as his belly continued to swell, stretching beyond twins to triplets. From his broken flower came the spurt of hot semen, trickling from his rump to tangle into the demon’s pubic hair. Still, Azmeral would not stop, pumping harder, filling Teki until the raccoon shrieked in agony. His vision blacked out, pain rippling through his overfilled belly as he came crashing to the bed. The demon slid from the bed, standing now at the edge. The raccoon lay on his back in the cooling wetness of their love, gasping as his belly swelled above him. 

“I take my leave,” said the demon. He placed a hand on the raccoon’s pregnant belly. “But, you will have your work cut out for you. As I said, by the time the sun rises and according to the clock, that will be very soon.”

“But, wait,” cried Teki. “Don’t leave me.”

But the demon had vanished, receding into the darkness. Alone, the raccoon whimpered, his belly shifting as the lives within him sought their exit. His stomach groaned, beginning once more to stretch. Teki gasped, his hands flying to his expanding belly, the horror etched on his face as his stomach grew from triplets to quadruplets with no signs of stopping. 

“No,” he screamed as the fluid gushed from his ass. “No, I can’t be. A-Ah, it hurts. I’m giving birth.”

Agony swept over him, piercing him like a hot iron. The raccoon’s back arched, his ass splitting, tearing apart as the claws raked his flesh, finding their way through the shreds of his anus. 

“No,” he cried. “I can’t… I can’t…”

And his eyes opened, seeing the white shaft of the morning sun streaming through the dancing dust motes that hovered in his bedroom. Teki threw back the covers, his eyes growing wide as his hands flew to his belly. His stomach was flat once more, his chest no longer sagging with milk. He looked as he had when first got into bed. The raccoon leapt from the mattress, racing to the bathroom. In the mirror, his body showed no signs of his sudden pregnancy. Had it all been a dream? His hands crept down his stomach and Teki suddenly began to cry. His shoulders quaking, his arms around his belly, he dropped to his knees, hugging himself there on the bathroom floor. 

Had it all been just a dream?