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A quick, dark little story I whipped up about demonic curses and rough, noncon sex.", "writing": "[b][center]The Unmarked Disc\n\nBy Phantasmagore[/center]\n\n[u]Disclaimer:[/u] This is a work of dark adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral acts portrayed within.[/b]\n\n“Bye, Dad!” Kelp shouted as he hurried out the front door, backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. The otter cub almost tripped on the front steps, but he caught himself before it turned into an embarrassing spill onto the yard. The delay held him up just long enough for his dad to reach the door.\n\n“Hang on there, bud,” Brook chuckled, holding out Kelp’s lunchbox. Its surface was covered in bright graphics and his favorite cartoon characters, frozen in dramatic poses and shouting clichéd catchphrases. “Better not run off without your lunch.”\n\nKelp blushed, his eyes darting around to see if the neighbor’s son was in sight. Recently, he had become increasingly nervous to be seen with any “kid stuff” around the other boy. [i]“I’m not six anymore, Dad,”[/i] he would always insist. [i]“I’m ten. I’m too old for that stuff.”[/i]\n\nAnd yet, he took the offered lunchbox, and despite the haste with which he stuffed it into his backpack, Brook could see the relief hidden in his eyes. Kelp thought he was good at concealing things, but those vibrant emerald eyes always betrayed him. Brook had no idea where they got that color from; Kelp’s light chestnut fur was a near-perfect match to Brook’s but neither he nor Kelp’s mother had eyes anything like Kelp’s. Apparently, nature just decided to make his boy extra special.\n\nBrook waved goodbye as Kelp rounded the street corner, and then he turned back into the house. His cheerful smile faded, giving way to a half-frown. Now that Kelp was gone, his mind returned to the object that had been occupying his thoughts since yesterday evening.\n\nHe didn’t know why he bought it. He was just looking for a gift for Kelp. Just a little something to make his son feel loved. He couldn’t say, then, why it even caught his eye. But it did.\n\n[i]‘Forget it,’ [/i]he thought. [i]‘It’s just some random waste of money I bought on a whim. I don’t even care.’[/i]\n\nIt should have been true. There was no reason for him to have given it a second thought. And yet, once he laid eyes on it, a sharp curiosity took hold, and it wouldn’t let go until he bought it. It didn’t make any sense, but he just had to have it. He had to know what it was. The persistence of those thoughts made him uneasy, as if there was another, hushed voice in his head, directing him to focus on what it wanted.\n\nHe shook his head to dispel the thoughts.[i] ‘I just need to keep myself busy,’ [/i]he assured himself. [i]‘If I focus on getting some chores done, I’ll probably forget about it by the time I finish.’[/i]\n\nHe wiped down the kitchen counters until they were absolutely spotless. He did the dishes. He glanced at the high cabinet in the corner of the room before wrenching his eyes away. There was nothing important in there. However he could think of, he burned time, trying to keep his thoughts on nothing but each new task. He even took the time to reorganize all the kitchen drawers, until he snapped out of his chore-fueled daze and realized that his hand was on the cabinet handle.\n\n[i]‘Maybe the cabinet needs organizing, too,’[/i] he thought desperately, feigning a casual indifference as he opened the door. Sure enough, its contents were a disordered mess. If anywhere needed to be reordered, it was here. And yet, Brook found himself ignoring all the mess and reaching up to the highest shelf first, grabbing something made of hard plastic.\n\nHe pulled out a black DVD case. There was no label on it, no markings of any kind to hint at what it contained. It could have been some random weirdo’s home porn, hence Brook’s care to wait until Kelp had gone to school before taking it out. If Kelp had seen the mysterious case, there was no way he would drop the issue until Brook played it for him. Brook didn’t even really care what was on it. It didn’t matter to him. That was what he kept telling himself as he crossed into the living room and knelt in front of the TV.\n\nNot even the store clerk knew what it was, though to be fair, the bleary-eyed teenager looked like he was probably too stoned to know much of anything. It had just been sitting on a dusty shelf in the back, unmarked and radiating an air of mystery. Perhaps that was what captured Brook’s attention. It was an enigma.\n\nNo matter what the reason, the reality was that from the moment that Brook saw the case, there was no choice but to buy it. Deep down, he had to know what it was.\n\nThe disc tray slid open, waiting eagerly to receive the DVD and reveal its secrets. It took Brook several seconds to get the case open, starting with the most minimal pressure and gradually applying more force, as if he were afraid of angering it by being too rough. Finally, it popped open, and he let out the breath that he didn’t realize he had been holding.\n\nThe inside of the case gave no new hints. Completely blank, from the black plastic of the case itself to the perfectly clean disc it held. He removed the disc and held it on his finger for a few moments, observing the way that the light shimmered off its surface, before he scoffed.\n\n“I’m being ridiculous,” he muttered. “Treating some random twenty-dollar DVD like a precious artifact.”\n\nThe disc offered no retort, though as he set it in the tray and pushed the button, the mechanical whirring of the retracting mechanism sounded almost like a satisfied sigh, like someone finding relief after waiting in suspense for far too long.\n\nBrook sat down on the couch, hitting the power button on the remote and waiting. For an unusually long time, the screen was blank, long enough that, if it weren’t for the red light at the bottom of the TV, Brook would have thought that it hadn’t actually turned on. With each new moment, Brook’s disappointment grew. After all the suspense, was this really just a blank disc?\n\nHe was just starting to wonder whether he could get a refund when the screen flickered and lit up with a bright scarlet. It flashed a couple of times before going dark again, but this time, there were words in that same vibrant red.\n\n[center][b][u]Choose[/u]\n\nPlay Eject[/b][/center]\n\nPushing the arrows on the remote swapped between the two options. It was waiting for his choice. [i]‘Well,’[/i] he thought as he selected the Play option, [i]‘might as well see what this is.’[/i]\n\nThe words faded away, accompanied by an odd sound, almost like a low, guttural chuckle. Again, Brook was greeted with a blank screen. It held him, waiting with bated breath, until after a few seconds, there was a high-pitched whine, and the screen started to flash with a series of images. Even as he watched, Brook couldn’t quite tell what he was looking at. Writhing colors twisted across the screen. An eye opened in the center, appearing to glance around the room before staring straight at him. It flashed orange, and then vanished. Strange symbols appeared and disappeared at random, each completely incomprehensible, until one finally settled, filling the screen. It was made up of circles, lines, and unfamiliar markings, contained within two rings like a sigil from one of those fantasy cartoons Kelp liked to watch.\n\n[i]‘What is this?’[/i] Brook thought. [i]‘Some weirdo’s idea of a movie?’[/i]\n\nThe symbol remained on the screen for a solid thirty seconds or so, flickering for a moment or two, until a scream ripped from the TV’s speakers, and then it all went black.\n\nBrook waited for something else to happen, but nothing did. [i]‘I guess that’s it,’[/i] he thought, reaching for the remote. The second his fingers made contact, the screen turned on again. Finally, there was an actual scene in this film. As he watched, though, Brook grew increasingly uncomfortable, and he began to wish that it would go back to the incomprehensible chaos.\n\nHe was looking at a classroom with small desks and chairs laid out in a grid, and a much larger teacher’s desk positioned by the whiteboard at the front of the room. Diagrams and posters lined the walls, reminding the students of their multiplication tables and formulas. Most of the seats were occupied, though a few were still waiting for their owners to arrive. The thing that most unsettled Brook, though was the familiarity of it. He knew this classroom.\n\nHis suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the teacher, a tall, lean blue jay wearing a white button-up shirt and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. That was Kelp’s teacher, Mr. Chirlett. Sure enough, after a few moments wondering how this could possibly be, Brook watched as his son entered the room, talking cheerily with a couple of his friends as they sat down at their desks.\n\n[i]‘What the fuck is going on?’[/i]\n\nThe TV did not answer. It just continued to play the video.\n\nMr. Chirlett stood up and called, “Okay, everyone, quiet down. The whole school is having an assembly in the gym today, so grab your things and head that way. I’ll be with you all in a minute.”\n\nThe room filled with young chatter as the cubs stood up and began to file out of the room.\n\n“Not you, Kelp,” the blue jay said. “I need to talk to you about something first.”\n\nThe other students still in the room to hear him giggled and let out a chorus of teasing “ooohs” as Kelp’s face flushed in embarrassment. “O-okay…,” he murmured, visibly nervous about whatever trouble he might be in.\n\nMr. Chirlett waited until all the others were gone before giving Kelp a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Kelp. You’re not about to be punished.”\n\nRelief washed over Kelp’s face, but in that moment, a red flicker disturbed the image. Everything distorted for just a moment before setting itself back in place, and Brook’s mouth gaped at what he saw.\n\nMr. Chirlett had vanished. In his place was what Brook could best describe as a beast. It was bipedal like anyone else, lounging in the teacher’s chair in the same posture as before the change, but that was where the similarities ended. The slender, smartly dressed blue jay had been replaced by a hulking, bare-chested creature, built like a gorilla with a goat’s head. Dark grey fur covered its body, though there was something unnatural about it. It was like color itself was repelled by it. Wicked horns curled out from its head, and that same symbol that lingered on the screen before was inscribed into its dark grey forehead in white lines. Its eyes were a pure, piercing white, with no pupils or irises to speak of. Perhaps worst of all, though, was the wide, sinister grin plastered across its face.\n\nKelp didn’t react to the change at all. Somehow, he didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss. “I’m not in trouble?” he asked.\n\n“Well,” the creature answered, its voice gruff and echoing faintly, “I wouldn’t quite say that. You aren’t going to be punished…”\n\nBrook gasped as the creature stood up. Its body was fully exposed, and it, or rather, [i]he[/i], was hung. A long, thick cock swung between his legs as he crossed the room and locked the door. It was limp and fully visible, like a humanoid penis, but its head was flared like a horsecock, and even completely flaccid, it would have put most equines to shame.\n\nAgain, Kelp did not react to the sight. Did he think he was still looking at his teacher?\n\nIt was only when the goat turned around to face him again that the boy shrunk back, an uneasy look settling on his face. It wasn’t the hefty man meat that he stared at, though. It was the vicious grin.\n\n“M- Mr. Chir— [i]gakk![/i]”\n\nThe otter cub’s words were cut off by a strangled gasp as the goat lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. His back slammed into a desk at the front of the room, and within a second, he was laid out on top of it. The beast leaned down and growled in Kelp’s ear, “You aren’t going to be punished. You are going to be [i]ruined[/i].”\n\nBrook wanted to look away. He wanted to grab the remote and turn off the TV, but no matter how much he willed his body to move, it remained still. He was rendered helpless, forced to sit there and watch as the goat reached down and rubbed Kelp’s butt through his shorts. The cub yelped and tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he stood no chance of getting away.\n\nThe monster lifted a finger and brought it down slowly, ominously, until it touched the collar of Kelp’s shirt. As it traced a line down his chest, the fabric split cleanly behind it, as if a sharp blade were slicing through it. More and more of Kelp’s fluffy, light chest fur was exposed, the finger gliding down his stomach until it reached the end, having cut Kelp’s shirt all the way down the middle. The monster simply moved to a sleeve and started cutting, continuing despite Kelp’s feeble struggles, until the boy’s shirt was nothing but a pile of tattered scraps on the floor around him.\n\nWhile that damned finger began running across the surface of Kelp’s pants, the demon leaned forward, pressing his face to the exposed fur of the cub’s chest and inhaling his scent. The thick member between his legs sprang to life. It pulsed angrily as it grew, until it had risen enough for its owner to slap it down onto the poor boy’s belly.\n\nKelp whimpered and, despite the hand on his throat, choked out a quiet plea for mercy. He was still using his teacher’s name, though. Did he not see this hulking monster that had replaced the blue jay?\n\nThe goat ignored the boy’s begging. He opened his mouth, his pale teeth as devoid of color as the rest of his body. He latched onto one of Kelp’s nipples, playing with the little nub of flesh with his long tongue. The confused, uncomfortable whimpering changed to a harsh cry of pain when he started biting.\n\nThe demon had the nipple pinned between his incisors, grinding his teeth on it. He bit down harder and tugged, yanking the poor cub’s nipple far past the point of comfort. It almost looked like he was trying to rip it off. As Kelp’s cries grew into screams, the hand on his throat squeezed and cut off the sound.\n\nBy this point, the other hand had finished removing the rest of Kelp’s clothes, tugging and cutting away at it all until the squirming boy was as naked as him. The demon released his nipple and drew back, chuckling at the angry red marks he left behind. His blank eyes appeared to almost gleam as he appraised Kelp’s body, from his tear-stained face to his crotch, where the otter’s hands had moved to cover his most sensitive parts.\n\n“Such a precious little thing,” he hummed, a drop of pitch-black drool falling onto Kelp’s belly as he licked his lips. “So sweet. So innocent. So… [i]delicious[/i]…”\n\nHe released his grip on the boy, but before Kelp could try to escape, the beast grabbed both of his wrists and yanked them up above his head. He yelped and moved his tail to cover himself again, struggling futilely to slip free of the demon’s grasp.\n\nThe demon growled, “Move your tail out of my way, boy, or I’ll rip it off.”\n\nKelp trembled like a leaf, and a whimper leaked from his mouth. “M-… Mr. Chirlett… please…”\n\n“Now!” the monster roared.\n\nKelp shuddered and then, with a quiet sob, he let his tail fall limply between his legs. His tight ballsack and petite sheath were now on full display, covered in the same brown fur as the rest of his body. They were dwarfed by the massive shaft pulsing fiercely beside them, as well as the heavy ballsack pressed threateningly between his legs.\n\n“Pretty boy…,” the demon cooed. He took hold of Kelp’s ballsack with one hand, rolling it gently against his palm. He continued this treatment until, for the briefest of moments, Kelp’s body relaxed in spite of itself, and Brook could have sworn that he saw a bit of pink peek out from his son’s sheath. In that exact moment, the demon started to squeeze. Kelp cried out, his body writhing as the pain hit him. The wriggling caused his stomach to rub all over the demon’s shaft, eliciting a guttural groan from the large male. His cock swelled before a fat glob of clear precum squirted from its flared head, landing squarely in the center of Kelp’s chest.\n\n“I grow tired of your teasing,” he said as he let go and reached underneath Kelp’s rump. He effortlessly flipped the boy onto his stomach, his plump rear hanging over the edge of the desk. A harsh spank earned another yelp. He slapped Kelp’s butt a few more times, rubbing the reddening flesh like he was inspecting a fruit at the supermarket. He dug a nail into Kelp’s skin, earning a pained hiss as he traced a circle. A thin red line followed its path, thankfully not blood, but more like a faintly glowing tattoo.\n\n“You are mine,” he growled. “Mine!”\n\nHe took hold of Kelp’s butt and pried the cheeks apart, exposing the pink pucker hidden between them. The demon pressed the thick tip of his cock against the virgin entrance, caring little about bracing the cub for what was about to happen.\n\nA scream ripped from Kelp’s throat as his tailhole was forced open, utterly unprepared but powerless to resist the hulking creature as it violated him. The tears flowed freely, but they did nothing to dissuade the demon as he jabbed his hips forward, inch after tortuous inch disappearing inside the otter cub. The demon just laughed triumphantly, his muscles rippling with power and his eyes bright with pleasure.\n\nIt didn’t seem possible, but before Brook’s very eyes, the biggest cock he had ever seen squeezed into his son’s insides. The rim of Kelp’s asshole strained to accommodate its size, like a rubber band stretching to its limit. By the time half of its length was buried inside the cub, the tip was already prodding his belly from the inside, a visible bulge beginning to poke out of his abdomen.\n\nAs the demon pulled back, the friction tugged and stretched Kelp’s poor hole along with it, rapidly turning it into a swollen band of flesh. With the size difference between them, it was like the demon was fucking a broken doll, one that cried as it was stuffed with his member. The sound mixed with the creaks and scrapes of the desk as it rocked in time with the demon’s thrusts. Each time, he went a little bit harder, reaching a little bit deeper into Kelp’s body. Kelp’s pleas only got more desperate as he felt that massive cock wreak havoc inside him.\n\n“Ple… sto…,” he sobbed, words failing him in the midst of overwhelming distress.\n\n“Stop?” the demon replied, letting out a laugh like the roar of an ancient blaze. “I cannot stop. I was invited to play, so play I shall.”\n\nBrook’s gaze was allowed to stray to the remote for just a moment, remembering the DVD’s menu. He had been given a choice: [b]Play or Eject?[/b] And he chose.\n\n[i]‘Did I do this?’[/i] he thought, the sickening feeling twisting in his gut like a jagged blade. [i]‘Is this my fault?’[/i]\n\nAs soon as the thought crossed his mind, he found his eyes pulled back to the screen. The demon had pulled Kelp’s torso up, giving a clearer view of the bulge protruding from Kelp’s stomach. Though it was hard to tell with those blank white eyes, Brook’s skin crawled as he got the feeling that the goat-like beast was staring straight at him as he spoke.\n\n“I shall play with you forever, dear little toy.”\n\nWith that, he rammed his cock into Kelp until the fur of Kelp’s butt was pressed against his crotch. The outline of his shaft was plainly visible, forcing its way up and almost reaching the young otter’s ribcage. Kelp was so overwhelmed that he didn’t even scream this time. His mouth simply hung open, his eyes wide and staring at nothing as his insides were forcibly rearranged.\n\nThe demon waited for a while, either giving the boy a respite in some act of twisted mercy or just wanting to savor the feeling of being hilted in that warm, tight hole. After about thirty seconds, though, his patience seemed to run out. His thrusts started small, as close to gentle as a savage rape could ever get. They quickly grew in speed and power, though. Sound began leaking back out of Kelp’s lolling mouth. It was like a quiet, drawn-out whimper at first, like each thrust was forcing the air through his vocal cords. As the thrusting escalated, though, so did the noises, until his cries were getting close to their original volume.\n\nThe demon’s own grunts and groans grew along with Kelp’s distressed sobs. His pleasure was obvious from the frantic pace of his thrusts and the eagerness of his hands as they roamed Kelp’s body, rubbing and pinching and squeezing. Brook recognized the sounds of a male approaching his peak, and he felt a twisted mix of dread and anticipation as he remained frozen on the couch, waiting for the moment that he knew was approaching.\n\nSure enough, he grabbed Kelp and yanked him back one last time, burying every inch of his cock inside as he let out a fierce groan. Even through Kelp’s skin, the pulsing of his shaft was visible as his load traveled down the length to its new home. Kelp’s belly swelled with each fresh deposit of cum like a water balloon attached to a hose. Each mini thrust sent it jiggling almost comically. By the time it was all over, Kelp had so much fresh cum in his gut that it looked like he was about to give birth to triplets.\n\nThe demon dropped the boy back onto the desk, letting his swollen stomach take the blow with a muffled squelch. He squeezed Kelp’s butt one more time for good measure before yanking his entire cock out in one go, earning one more sharp cry of pain before a flood of cum followed it out. Brook saw Kelp’s tailhole, a gaping, red, ruined thing, unable to clench or hold back the leakage. The boy’s whimpers were all he could hear.\n\nSuddenly, the screen glitched out, just like when the demon first appeared, and after a moment, it was back. The demon was gone. Instead, Mr. Chirlett stood in its place, naked, his smaller, tapered shaft coated in a slick mess of cum. Kelp’s tailhole was still red and raw, but not gaped open quite so impossibly, clenching painfully on air as cum dribbled out of it. There was no trace of the demon left, except for one thing. That horrible, wide grin was still plastered across Mr. Chirlett’s face. A rumbling laugh sounded from the TV’s speakers, and then the screen shut itself off, leaving Brook to stare at his reflection in the glass.\n\nBrook found that he could move freely again, rubbing at his sore limbs as the tension caught up with them. [i]‘What the fuck was that?’[/i] he thought. [i]‘That couldn’t be real, right? That… that didn’t actually happen, did it?’[/i]\n\nWhatever the truth was, the one thing he knew in that moment was that he wanted that DVD out of his house. He crossed the room and knelt to the player, pressing the eject button and waiting for the disc tray to open up. It remained still. He pushed the button again, a little more forcefully this time. Nothing. Desperation gnawed at him as he pressed it over and over again, staring at the tray that refused to release the disc. He reached back for the power cord. If he couldn’t get the DVD out, he’d throw the entire player away just to be rid of it. No matter how hard he pulled, though, it wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t unplug it.\n\nAs he was contemplating increasingly destructive alternatives, his train of thought was interrupted by the ring of his cellphone. The harsh sound cut through the air, and as he approached it, each step brought a new wave of dread washing over him.\n\nBy the time he reached it, he almost didn’t want to answer, but he buried the thought and pushed the button. “Hello?”\n\n“Mr. Cross,” a nervous voice said, “this is Principal Atterson. I… I don’t know how to say this, but… there’s… there’s been an incident…”\n\nBrook’s blood ran cold. He wished he could just not respond and make it all go away. Already quite sure of the answer, he asked, “What happened?”\n\nThe principal paused, clearly uncomfortable continuing. “Well… I’m afraid something has happened to your son. The whole school was in assembly, so nobody was around to hear anything, but when I noticed that Mr. Chirlett was missing, I sent a faculty member to go check. He began to hear noises as he got to the classroom, and when he looked inside, he found… well, he found that Mr. Chirlett had sexually assaulted Kelp.”\n\nEven though he had seen it for himself, Brook still felt faint, and he had to grab hold of the nearby table to keep himself from collapsing. Up until this moment, there was still some small, hopeful part of him clinging to the possibility that none of it had been real.\n\n“Of course, police were immediately called,” the principal added. “Mr. Chirlett has been taken into custody, and Kelp was taken to Trentway Memorial Hospital for immediate care. I cannot apologize enough that this has happened under my watch, and you have my assurance that we will do everythi—.”\n\nBrook hung up, unable to bear hearing any more. He dropped into a chair, a shiver creeping up his spine. [i]‘What is this?’[/i] he thought. His eyes drifted back to the TV, dark and silent. In the span of half an hour, it had become an ominous, evil thing, and Brook just wanted to flee and never be near it again.\n\nOnce he felt that he had the strength, he pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his car keys. He had to go see his son.\n\n[center]…………………….[/center]\n\nBrook sighed as he stepped through the front door. It had been two days since the... incident, and although Kelp was on the road to recovery, he was still being kept in the hospital for monitoring. It was hard to see him like that, with the aftermath something so terrible dancing behind his eyes. It was made even worse every time that Brook remembered that he watched the whole thing unfold.\n\nHe grabbed a beer from the fridge and slumped at the kitchen table, wondering how either of them could move on from this, when a noise interrupted his brooding. It was the hiss of digital static coming from the living room.\n\nHe rushed into the room to find that the TV had turned itself on. The static flickered and flashed before the screen went black. Silence hung heavy in the air, and Brook was made suddenly aware of his own panicked breath.\n\n[i]‘No,’ [/i]he thought. [i]‘Please no.’[/i]\n\nAs if in response, the TV sprung back to life with a flash of red. Just like before, a series of indiscernible images flickered before his eyes, accompanied by jumbled, rumbling sounds, until it settled on a familiar crimson symbol, just like the one on the demon’s forehead. The next thing he knew, Brook was looking at a video of the room he had left not thirty minutes ago. It was a hospital room, cold and clinical, with a certain young otter curled up in the bed.\n\n[i]‘Please, not again,’[/i] Brook silently begged. Kelp almost seemed to hear it, because the moment the thought passed through Brook’s mind, he shot up, eyes wide and filled with panic. A male nurse, the same raccoon who had led Brook to and from the room with a sensitive, soothing smile, stepped in and began comforting the boy.\n\n“Shhh, it’s okay, Kelp,” he said. “You’re safe now. It was just a bad dream.”\n\n“But- he- he…,” Kelp gasped, his chest heaving with each breath.\n\nThe nurse rubbed him gently on the back. “I know, he did something terrible, but he’s gone now. He isn’t going to hurt you anymore. Go back to sleep. You need your rest.”\n\n“I- I can’t,” Kelp whimpered.\n\n“I can get you something for that. Just wait one moment,” the nurse said before stepping out of the room. He came back with a pair of pills and a cup of water. “These will help you sleep. I promise you’ll feel much better when you wake up, okay?”\n\nKelp appeared wary for a moment, but he eventually swallowed the pills. His eyelids drooped, and peace appeared to pass over him before he drifted off to sleep.\n\nThe raccoon smiled pleasantly, turning to leave. Just before he was outside of the frame, the smile faltered, and an almost confused look passed over his face before he shook his head and continued.\n\nBrook tried to make a dash for the remote and turn it off, but once again, his body refused to move. He could do nothing but stand there and watch his slumbering son, until several sets of footsteps began to approach. The door opened, and four people stepped into the room. The raccoon nurse was there, along with two other male nurses: a golden retriever and a mouse with snow-white fur. The fourth, a tall but lean deer with spectacles balanced precariously on his snout, was the doctor assigned to Kelp. Brook found him very professional and encouraging when they spoke, but the oddly blank look on his and the other three’s faces fed the gnawing dismay in the pit of his stomach.\n\nThe four adults gathered around Kelp’s bed and, just as the raccoon gently took hold of the blanket covering him, the screen glitched and shifted. Now there were four copies of the demon standing in their places, those wide grins plastered on their faces, their massive cocks already stiffening as the one that replaced the raccoon yanked the blanket off of Kelp’s sleeping form.\n\nWithin seconds, four sets of hands were greedily roaming the otter’s body. They rubbed and squeezed, and everywhere they went, they sliced through his hospital gown until he was laid bare in front of them. They pinched and tugged on his nipples, flicked at his tight ballsack, and one took hold of his rear to examine the red ring it had left on him at the school. The mark had not faded at all, still clear to see and perfectly round.\n\nThe demon began tracing shapes within the ring, leaving red lines behind as his finger slid over Kelp’s skin. Once he was done, the same symbol on his forehead was now emblazoned onto Kelp’s rump like a brand. Through the whole process, he kept repeating a single word in his deep, resonant voice.\n\n“Mine... Mine... Mine…”\n\nAnother of the demon clones pressed his nose to Kelp’s exposed groin and sniffed deeply. He seemed to stare at Brook through the screen as his long tongue slipped out and teased Kelp’s sheath. “Pretty thing…,” he hummed. He nibbled at the skin, but gently. Whether it was meant as a false show of care or simply because his victim wasn’t awake to suffer properly, Brook wasn’t sure.\n\nUp by Kelp’s head, one of the demons was rubbing his thick cock all over the boy’s face. Precum dribbled from its tip, smearing across Kelp’s innocent features. Once he was satisfied with the mess he’d made of the otter’s face, he let his heavy shaft drop onto his snout with a meaty slap. He left it there, letting Kelp unknowingly fill his own lungs with raw, unfiltered cock musk.\n\nThe demon leaned down, his tongue snaking out and lashing around in the air before sneaking past Kelp’s lips. With its unnatural length, there was little doubt that it was worming its way into Kelp’s throat as the demon’s lips met his. The demon kissed him with no tenderness or care, like he was claiming a prize as his possession. The soft, involuntary gags coming from Kelp hinted at the depth of the tonguefucking he was getting.\n\nThe remaining demon was taking up position by Kelp’s rear. The one that drew the mark assisted him, spreading the boy’s cheeks to provide access to his tailhole. It was red and puffy, clearly still suffering the aftermath of the abuse it had received at school. If anything, the sight only spurred the demon on as he lined his flared tip up with it.\n\n[i]‘NO!’[/i]\n\nBrook’s body jolted as he dug deep and found a well of strength that he didn’t know he had. The pressure holding him in place broke under the force of his will, and he stumbled to the ground. He didn’t hesitate for a moment, fearing that the slightest pause would give the paralysis time to set in and leave him as a helpless bystander again.\n\n[i]‘This ends now,’ [/i]he thought, sprinting out the door. He would rescue his son from this monster. He would do whatever it takes.\n\nBy some divine providence, he wasn’t pulled over during the drive to the hospital, despite breaking every traffic law in the book to get there in record time. Every second wasted was another second that Kelp suffered. He swerved to a stop by the entrance and sprinted out, not even glancing at anyone else as he dodged past them. None reacted to him, which if it weren’t for his frantic urgency, maybe he would have recognized as odd.\n\nHe was getting close to Kelp’s room now, and still nobody had tried to stop him. He wouldn’t have let them anyway, especially once he got close enough to hear a muffled scream.\n\n[i]‘Kelp!’[/i]\n\nHe shouldered his way through the door. The sight that greeted him robbed him of his strength. The hospital staff from the video were huddled around Kelp, their clothes strewn about carelessly on the floor. The deer doctor was on the bed, hips thrusting savagely as his cock pummeled Kelp’s tailhole. The raccoon nurse clutched Kelp’s head tightly as he rubbed his shaft on the boy’s face, occasionally forcing the tip into his mouth and jerking off to force feed him fresh pre. The golden retriever and mouse had set themselves on Kelp’s balls and nipples respectively, biting and pinching him while they masturbated. Streaks of cum dotted Kelp’s torso and face, and the leakage flowing out around the deer’s cock hinted that he wasn’t the first to have a go at the cub’s ass.\n\nThe buck hilted himself in Kelp with a guttural growl, his balls twitching as they released their load. Kelp cried out, but he was powerless to stop anything as his insides were seeded again. Once he finished, the deer pulled out, letting his humanoid cock spring loose with a squelch, followed by a fresh stream of cum from Kelp’s gaping hole. He stepped up toward Kelp’s head while the golden retriever took his place. The dog’s thick, bulbous knot swelled angrily, ready to tear Kelp’s hole open.\n\nThe deer slapped his messy cock against Kelp’s muzzle while the raccoon held him still. He wiped it off on Kelp’s fur, adding to the mess of sex fluids staining him. When the golden retriever started forcing himself into Kelp’s ass, the boy screamed, and the deer took the opportunity to shove his dick into Kelp’s mouth. Kelp’s face scrunched in pain and disgust as his mouth was used as an impromptu cock cleaner.\n\nThe sound of his son’s pained cry snapped Brook back into action. He charged and punched the golden retriever squarely in the jaw. The canine yelped and fell off the bed, his head cracking painfully against the hard floor. A backhanded swipe sent the mouse sprawling the same way. The deer and the raccoon turned to look at Brook, but he was already shoving them aside, grabbing Kelp and backing away with him in his arms.\n\n“Don’t come any closer!” he yelled, angry tears blurring his vision and keeping him from noticing the blankness of their eyes. All he could see were their wide grins. “You won’t touch him again! He’s my boy, and I’m going to keep him safe!”\n\nHe turned and ran, not wanting to risk giving anyone a chance to stop him. Normally, one would expect there to be a lot of resistance when a man sprints through a hospital, clutching a naked, crying child to his chest, but there was none. Onlookers, staff, and even security kept their distance, watching with blank expressions.\n\nBrook shoved Kelp into the back seat of the car before jumping into the driver’s seat and flooring the gas pedal. “It’s going to be okay, Kelp,” he assured the sobbing cub. “I won’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again.”\n\nThe smells of sex and cum hung heavy inside the confined space, but Brook ignored them. He was focusing on what to do next, how to defend Kelp against this demonic force that had chosen him as its target. He had to get rid of that DVD. Maybe if he did, it would leave them alone. Maybe the curse would be broken.\n\nHe glanced in the rearview mirror to check on Kelp, and he nearly swerved off the road as the first thing he saw was the demon grinning back at him, its hulking form taking up the entire view. The second Brook blinked, though, he vanished. Now he was able to see Kelp, curled up in a tight ball and shaking, a small puddle of white forming on the seat underneath his leaking tailhole.\n\nAn angry fire burned in Brook’s core. This monster had to be stopped.\n\nBy the time they reached the house, Kelp had drifted off into a fitful sleep. Brook carried him tenderly up to his bedroom, tucking him in and leaving as quietly as he could.\n\nHe went down to the kitchen to make some food. Maybe a warm meal would do Kelp some good. He quickly had two pieces of salmon sizzling in a skillet. He was going about preparing the rest of the meal when he happened to look into the living room and spot the TV. It was off, but the quick glance was enough of a reminder of everything that had happened. He gritted his teeth and growled under his breath as anger, grief, and despair struck him all at once.\n\nHe didn’t know what he was planning as he stormed into the room. He just knew that he wanted this all to end. A yell ripped from his throat, wordless and raw. He grabbed the DVD player and tried to yank it free of its cables, but they refused to disconnect. He lifted it as high as the cords would allow. If he couldn’t remove it, then he’d just have to destroy it. \n\nHe threw it to the ground with all his strength. The DVD player shattered upon impact, bits of metal and glass scattering across the floor. Brook thought he could see a bit of the disc peeking out underneath one of the larger pieces, still held within the now ruined disc tray. Just as he was starting to reach for it, his resolve faltered, and a worm of fear creeped into him. If the DVD player was destroyed, then the video couldn’t play anymore, but could the disc itself do something to him?\n\nHe shrunk back, slinking away into the kitchen. [i]‘I broke it,’[/i] he reassured himself, despite the panicked thumping of his heart.[i] ‘It can’t do anything now.’[/i]\n\nAs he finished preparing the meal, he tried desperately to distract himself from the heavy weight in his gut. Soon enough, he had two plates of salmon and vegetables ready. Staring at the food, though, he realized that he had no interest in eating in that moment. That gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach was growing, and the thought of trying to choke something down was completely unappealing. He left his plate on the kitchen table while he carried Kelp’s through the living room.\n\nHe paused for just a moment and eyed the TV warily, half expecting it to spring to life with some fresh horror. It remained dark and quiet. Brook let out a soft sigh of relief, making a mental note to clean up the mess of DVD player parts scattered across the floor. Maybe he’d done enough damage to break whatever curse was set on the disc. Either way, he wanted to discard it all as quickly as possible.\n\nHe turned and headed in the direction of Kelp’s bedroom, leaving the living room in silence. All was so completely still that, if anyone were around to witness it, they would have been startled by the sudden whirring noise coming from the remains of the DVD player. Sealed within its confines, despite the tray being too damaged to work normally, the disc began to spin.\n\nThe TV flickered to life, flashing through its barrage of images quicker than ever before. Maybe it knew that there was no one around to witness its display, or maybe its anger drove it to rush through. Either way, it was only a matter of seconds before the familiar symbol appeared, and then the screen cut to a view inside Kelp’s bedroom. The still-naked cub was curled up on top of his blanket, his back to the door.\n\nThe door swung open gently, and Brook stepped inside with Kelp’s plate. “Kelp?” he whispered. “I made you some food. Do you want it?”\n\nThe boy just laid still, not even acknowledging his father’s question.\n\nBrook frowned. He hated seeing Kelp like this. He just wanted to help, to make sure his son knew that he was safe and loved. With that in mind, he slipped into the bed and wrapped his arms around the trembling cub.\n\n“It’s okay,” he cooed. “Everything is going to be okay.”\n\nIn the living room, the screen flickered and glitched, until Kelp was now held tightly in the arms of the goat demon. It turned him over and climbed on top of him, ignoring the boy’s screams as it lined up with his mouth. “Enjoy your meal, toy,” the demon growled before forcing his thick cock past Kelp’s lips. Kelp’s cries turned to muffled moans and gags as the monster thrusted mercilessly, clutching his head tightly.\n\nUpstairs, tears ran down Kelp’s cheeks, but even through his blurry vision, he could plainly make out the grin on his dad’s face. Despite the glassy, unfocused look in his eyes, Brook’s grip on Kelp’s head was firm, and he put his full strength behind every thrust into the boy’s mouth. With enough effort, he was able to force his dick straight past Kelp’s weak resistance and into his throat, earning a choked gag each time. His balls slapped against Kelp’s chin on every thrust, the sound drowning out Kelp’s futile protests, harmonizing with Brook’s voice as he repeated the same word over and over..\n\n“Mine… Mine… [i]Mine…![/i]”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Unmarked Disc

By Phantasmagore


Disclaimer: This is a work of dark adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral acts portrayed within.

“Bye, Dad!” Kelp shouted as he hurried out the front door, backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. The otter cub almost tripped on the front steps, but he caught himself before it turned into an embarrassing spill onto the yard. The delay held him up just long enough for his dad to reach the door.

“Hang on there, bud,” Brook chuckled, holding out Kelp’s lunchbox. Its surface was covered in bright graphics and his favorite cartoon characters, frozen in dramatic poses and shouting clichéd catchphrases. “Better not run off without your lunch.”

Kelp blushed, his eyes darting around to see if the neighbor’s son was in sight. Recently, he had become increasingly nervous to be seen with any “kid stuff” around the other boy. “I’m not six anymore, Dad,” he would always insist. “I’m ten. I’m too old for that stuff.”

And yet, he took the offered lunchbox, and despite the haste with which he stuffed it into his backpack, Brook could see the relief hidden in his eyes. Kelp thought he was good at concealing things, but those vibrant emerald eyes always betrayed him. Brook had no idea where they got that color from; Kelp’s light chestnut fur was a near-perfect match to Brook’s but neither he nor Kelp’s mother had eyes anything like Kelp’s. Apparently, nature just decided to make his boy extra special.

Brook waved goodbye as Kelp rounded the street corner, and then he turned back into the house. His cheerful smile faded, giving way to a half-frown. Now that Kelp was gone, his mind returned to the object that had been occupying his thoughts since yesterday evening.

He didn’t know why he bought it. He was just looking for a gift for Kelp. Just a little something to make his son feel loved. He couldn’t say, then, why it even caught his eye. But it did.

‘Forget it,’ he thought. ‘It’s just some random waste of money I bought on a whim. I don’t even care.’

It should have been true. There was no reason for him to have given it a second thought. And yet, once he laid eyes on it, a sharp curiosity took hold, and it wouldn’t let go until he bought it. It didn’t make any sense, but he just had to have it. He had to know what it was. The persistence of those thoughts made him uneasy, as if there was another, hushed voice in his head, directing him to focus on what it wanted.

He shook his head to dispel the thoughts. ‘I just need to keep myself busy,’ he assured himself. ‘If I focus on getting some chores done, I’ll probably forget about it by the time I finish.’

He wiped down the kitchen counters until they were absolutely spotless. He did the dishes. He glanced at the high cabinet in the corner of the room before wrenching his eyes away. There was nothing important in there. However he could think of, he burned time, trying to keep his thoughts on nothing but each new task. He even took the time to reorganize all the kitchen drawers, until he snapped out of his chore-fueled daze and realized that his hand was on the cabinet handle.

‘Maybe the cabinet needs organizing, too,’ he thought desperately, feigning a casual indifference as he opened the door. Sure enough, its contents were a disordered mess. If anywhere needed to be reordered, it was here. And yet, Brook found himself ignoring all the mess and reaching up to the highest shelf first, grabbing something made of hard plastic.

He pulled out a black DVD case. There was no label on it, no markings of any kind to hint at what it contained. It could have been some random weirdo’s home porn, hence Brook’s care to wait until Kelp had gone to school before taking it out. If Kelp had seen the mysterious case, there was no way he would drop the issue until Brook played it for him. Brook didn’t even really care what was on it. It didn’t matter to him. That was what he kept telling himself as he crossed into the living room and knelt in front of the TV.

Not even the store clerk knew what it was, though to be fair, the bleary-eyed teenager looked like he was probably too stoned to know much of anything. It had just been sitting on a dusty shelf in the back, unmarked and radiating an air of mystery. Perhaps that was what captured Brook’s attention. It was an enigma.

No matter what the reason, the reality was that from the moment that Brook saw the case, there was no choice but to buy it. Deep down, he had to know what it was.

The disc tray slid open, waiting eagerly to receive the DVD and reveal its secrets. It took Brook several seconds to get the case open, starting with the most minimal pressure and gradually applying more force, as if he were afraid of angering it by being too rough. Finally, it popped open, and he let out the breath that he didn’t realize he had been holding.

The inside of the case gave no new hints. Completely blank, from the black plastic of the case itself to the perfectly clean disc it held. He removed the disc and held it on his finger for a few moments, observing the way that the light shimmered off its surface, before he scoffed.

“I’m being ridiculous,” he muttered. “Treating some random twenty-dollar DVD like a precious artifact.”

The disc offered no retort, though as he set it in the tray and pushed the button, the mechanical whirring of the retracting mechanism sounded almost like a satisfied sigh, like someone finding relief after waiting in suspense for far too long.

Brook sat down on the couch, hitting the power button on the remote and waiting. For an unusually long time, the screen was blank, long enough that, if it weren’t for the red light at the bottom of the TV, Brook would have thought that it hadn’t actually turned on. With each new moment, Brook’s disappointment grew. After all the suspense, was this really just a blank disc?

He was just starting to wonder whether he could get a refund when the screen flickered and lit up with a bright scarlet. It flashed a couple of times before going dark again, but this time, there were words in that same vibrant red.

Choose

Play           Eject


Pushing the arrows on the remote swapped between the two options. It was waiting for his choice. ‘Well,’ he thought as he selected the Play option, ‘might as well see what this is.’

The words faded away, accompanied by an odd sound, almost like a low, guttural chuckle. Again, Brook was greeted with a blank screen. It held him, waiting with bated breath, until after a few seconds, there was a high-pitched whine, and the screen started to flash with a series of images. Even as he watched, Brook couldn’t quite tell what he was looking at. Writhing colors twisted across the screen. An eye opened in the center, appearing to glance around the room before staring straight at him. It flashed orange, and then vanished. Strange symbols appeared and disappeared at random, each completely incomprehensible, until one finally settled, filling the screen. It was made up of circles, lines, and unfamiliar markings, contained within two rings like a sigil from one of those fantasy cartoons Kelp liked to watch.

‘What is this?’ Brook thought. ‘Some weirdo’s idea of a movie?’

The symbol remained on the screen for a solid thirty seconds or so, flickering for a moment or two, until a scream ripped from the TV’s speakers, and then it all went black.

Brook waited for something else to happen, but nothing did. ‘I guess that’s it,’ he thought, reaching for the remote. The second his fingers made contact, the screen turned on again. Finally, there was an actual scene in this film. As he watched, though, Brook grew increasingly uncomfortable, and he began to wish that it would go back to the incomprehensible chaos.

He was looking at a classroom with small desks and chairs laid out in a grid, and a much larger teacher’s desk positioned by the whiteboard at the front of the room. Diagrams and posters lined the walls, reminding the students of their multiplication tables and formulas. Most of the seats were occupied, though a few were still waiting for their owners to arrive. The thing that most unsettled Brook, though was the familiarity of it. He knew this classroom.

His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the teacher, a tall, lean blue jay wearing a white button-up shirt and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. That was Kelp’s teacher, Mr. Chirlett. Sure enough, after a few moments wondering how this could possibly be, Brook watched as his son entered the room, talking cheerily with a couple of his friends as they sat down at their desks.

‘What the fuck is going on?’

The TV did not answer. It just continued to play the video.

Mr. Chirlett stood up and called, “Okay, everyone, quiet down. The whole school is having an assembly in the gym today, so grab your things and head that way. I’ll be with you all in a minute.”

The room filled with young chatter as the cubs stood up and began to file out of the room.

“Not you, Kelp,” the blue jay said. “I need to talk to you about something first.”

The other students still in the room to hear him giggled and let out a chorus of teasing “ooohs” as Kelp’s face flushed in embarrassment. “O-okay…,” he murmured, visibly nervous about whatever trouble he might be in.

Mr. Chirlett waited until all the others were gone before giving Kelp a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Kelp. You’re not about to be punished.”

Relief washed over Kelp’s face, but in that moment, a red flicker disturbed the image. Everything distorted for just a moment before setting itself back in place, and Brook’s mouth gaped at what he saw.

Mr. Chirlett had vanished. In his place was what Brook could best describe as a beast. It was bipedal like anyone else, lounging in the teacher’s chair in the same posture as before the change, but that was where the similarities ended. The slender, smartly dressed blue jay had been replaced by a hulking, bare-chested creature, built like a gorilla with a goat’s head. Dark grey fur covered its body, though there was something unnatural about it. It was like color itself was repelled by it. Wicked horns curled out from its head, and that same symbol that lingered on the screen before was inscribed into its dark grey forehead in white lines. Its eyes were a pure, piercing white, with no pupils or irises to speak of. Perhaps worst of all, though, was the wide, sinister grin plastered across its face.

Kelp didn’t react to the change at all. Somehow, he didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss. “I’m not in trouble?” he asked.

“Well,” the creature answered, its voice gruff and echoing faintly, “I wouldn’t quite say that. You aren’t going to be punished…”

Brook gasped as the creature stood up. Its body was fully exposed, and it, or rather, he, was hung. A long, thick cock swung between his legs as he crossed the room and locked the door. It was limp and fully visible, like a humanoid penis, but its head was flared like a horsecock, and even completely flaccid, it would have put most equines to shame.

Again, Kelp did not react to the sight. Did he think he was still looking at his teacher?

It was only when the goat turned around to face him again that the boy shrunk back, an uneasy look settling on his face. It wasn’t the hefty man meat that he stared at, though. It was the vicious grin.

“M- Mr. Chir— gakk!”

The otter cub’s words were cut off by a strangled gasp as the goat lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. His back slammed into a desk at the front of the room, and within a second, he was laid out on top of it. The beast leaned down and growled in Kelp’s ear, “You aren’t going to be punished. You are going to be ruined.”

Brook wanted to look away. He wanted to grab the remote and turn off the TV, but no matter how much he willed his body to move, it remained still. He was rendered helpless, forced to sit there and watch as the goat reached down and rubbed Kelp’s butt through his shorts. The cub yelped and tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he stood no chance of getting away.

The monster lifted a finger and brought it down slowly, ominously, until it touched the collar of Kelp’s shirt. As it traced a line down his chest, the fabric split cleanly behind it, as if a sharp blade were slicing through it. More and more of Kelp’s fluffy, light chest fur was exposed, the finger gliding down his stomach until it reached the end, having cut Kelp’s shirt all the way down the middle. The monster simply moved to a sleeve and started cutting, continuing despite Kelp’s feeble struggles, until the boy’s shirt was nothing but a pile of tattered scraps on the floor around him.

While that damned finger began running across the surface of Kelp’s pants, the demon leaned forward, pressing his face to the exposed fur of the cub’s chest and inhaling his scent. The thick member between his legs sprang to life. It pulsed angrily as it grew, until it had risen enough for its owner to slap it down onto the poor boy’s belly.

Kelp whimpered and, despite the hand on his throat, choked out a quiet plea for mercy. He was still using his teacher’s name, though. Did he not see this hulking monster that had replaced the blue jay?

The goat ignored the boy’s begging. He opened his mouth, his pale teeth as devoid of color as the rest of his body. He latched onto one of Kelp’s nipples, playing with the little nub of flesh with his long tongue. The confused, uncomfortable whimpering changed to a harsh cry of pain when he started biting.

The demon had the nipple pinned between his incisors, grinding his teeth on it. He bit down harder and tugged, yanking the poor cub’s nipple far past the point of comfort. It almost looked like he was trying to rip it off. As Kelp’s cries grew into screams, the hand on his throat squeezed and cut off the sound.

By this point, the other hand had finished removing the rest of Kelp’s clothes, tugging and cutting away at it all until the squirming boy was as naked as him. The demon released his nipple and drew back, chuckling at the angry red marks he left behind. His blank eyes appeared to almost gleam as he appraised Kelp’s body, from his tear-stained face to his crotch, where the otter’s hands had moved to cover his most sensitive parts.

“Such a precious little thing,” he hummed, a drop of pitch-black drool falling onto Kelp’s belly as he licked his lips. “So sweet. So innocent. So… delicious…”

He released his grip on the boy, but before Kelp could try to escape, the beast grabbed both of his wrists and yanked them up above his head. He yelped and moved his tail to cover himself again, struggling futilely to slip free of the demon’s grasp.

The demon growled, “Move your tail out of my way, boy, or I’ll rip it off.”

Kelp trembled like a leaf, and a whimper leaked from his mouth. “M-… Mr. Chirlett… please…”

“Now!” the monster roared.

Kelp shuddered and then, with a quiet sob, he let his tail fall limply between his legs. His tight ballsack and petite sheath were now on full display, covered in the same brown fur as the rest of his body. They were dwarfed by the massive shaft pulsing fiercely beside them, as well as the heavy ballsack pressed threateningly between his legs.

“Pretty boy…,” the demon cooed. He took hold of Kelp’s ballsack with one hand, rolling it gently against his palm. He continued this treatment until, for the briefest of moments, Kelp’s body relaxed in spite of itself, and Brook could have sworn that he saw a bit of pink peek out from his son’s sheath. In that exact moment, the demon started to squeeze. Kelp cried out, his body writhing as the pain hit him. The wriggling caused his stomach to rub all over the demon’s shaft, eliciting a guttural groan from the large male. His cock swelled before a fat glob of clear precum squirted from its flared head, landing squarely in the center of Kelp’s chest.

“I grow tired of your teasing,” he said as he let go and reached underneath Kelp’s rump. He effortlessly flipped the boy onto his stomach, his plump rear hanging over the edge of the desk. A harsh spank earned another yelp. He slapped Kelp’s butt a few more times, rubbing the reddening flesh like he was inspecting a fruit at the supermarket. He dug a nail into Kelp’s skin, earning a pained hiss as he traced a circle. A thin red line followed its path, thankfully not blood, but more like a faintly glowing tattoo.

“You are mine,” he growled. “Mine!”

He took hold of Kelp’s butt and pried the cheeks apart, exposing the pink pucker hidden between them. The demon pressed the thick tip of his cock against the virgin entrance, caring little about bracing the cub for what was about to happen.

A scream ripped from Kelp’s throat as his tailhole was forced open, utterly unprepared but powerless to resist the hulking creature as it violated him. The tears flowed freely, but they did nothing to dissuade the demon as he jabbed his hips forward, inch after tortuous inch disappearing inside the otter cub. The demon just laughed triumphantly, his muscles rippling with power and his eyes bright with pleasure.

It didn’t seem possible, but before Brook’s very eyes, the biggest cock he had ever seen squeezed into his son’s insides. The rim of Kelp’s asshole strained to accommodate its size, like a rubber band stretching to its limit. By the time half of its length was buried inside the cub, the tip was already prodding his belly from the inside, a visible bulge beginning to poke out of his abdomen.

As the demon pulled back, the friction tugged and stretched Kelp’s poor hole along with it, rapidly turning it into a swollen band of flesh. With the size difference between them, it was like the demon was fucking a broken doll, one that cried as it was stuffed with his member. The sound mixed with the creaks and scrapes of the desk as it rocked in time with the demon’s thrusts. Each time, he went a little bit harder, reaching a little bit deeper into Kelp’s body. Kelp’s pleas only got more desperate as he felt that massive cock wreak havoc inside him.

“Ple… sto…,” he sobbed, words failing him in the midst of overwhelming distress.

“Stop?” the demon replied, letting out a laugh like the roar of an ancient blaze. “I cannot stop. I was invited to play, so play I shall.”

Brook’s gaze was allowed to stray to the remote for just a moment, remembering the DVD’s menu. He had been given a choice: Play or Eject? And he chose.

‘Did I do this?’ he thought, the sickening feeling twisting in his gut like a jagged blade. ‘Is this my fault?’

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he found his eyes pulled back to the screen. The demon had pulled Kelp’s torso up, giving a clearer view of the bulge protruding from Kelp’s stomach. Though it was hard to tell with those blank white eyes, Brook’s skin crawled as he got the feeling that the goat-like beast was staring straight at him as he spoke.

“I shall play with you forever, dear little toy.”

With that, he rammed his cock into Kelp until the fur of Kelp’s butt was pressed against his crotch. The outline of his shaft was plainly visible, forcing its way up and almost reaching the young otter’s ribcage. Kelp was so overwhelmed that he didn’t even scream this time. His mouth simply hung open, his eyes wide and staring at nothing as his insides were forcibly rearranged.

The demon waited for a while, either giving the boy a respite in some act of twisted mercy or just wanting to savor the feeling of being hilted in that warm, tight hole. After about thirty seconds, though, his patience seemed to run out. His thrusts started small, as close to gentle as a savage rape could ever get. They quickly grew in speed and power, though. Sound began leaking back out of Kelp’s lolling mouth. It was like a quiet, drawn-out whimper at first, like each thrust was forcing the air through his vocal cords. As the thrusting escalated, though, so did the noises, until his cries were getting close to their original volume.

The demon’s own grunts and groans grew along with Kelp’s distressed sobs. His pleasure was obvious from the frantic pace of his thrusts and the eagerness of his hands as they roamed Kelp’s body, rubbing and pinching and squeezing. Brook recognized the sounds of a male approaching his peak, and he felt a twisted mix of dread and anticipation as he remained frozen on the couch, waiting for the moment that he knew was approaching.

Sure enough, he grabbed Kelp and yanked him back one last time, burying every inch of his cock inside as he let out a fierce groan. Even through Kelp’s skin, the pulsing of his shaft was visible as his load traveled down the length to its new home. Kelp’s belly swelled with each fresh deposit of cum like a water balloon attached to a hose. Each mini thrust sent it jiggling almost comically. By the time it was all over, Kelp had so much fresh cum in his gut that it looked like he was about to give birth to triplets.

The demon dropped the boy back onto the desk, letting his swollen stomach take the blow with a muffled squelch. He squeezed Kelp’s butt one more time for good measure before yanking his entire cock out in one go, earning one more sharp cry of pain before a flood of cum followed it out. Brook saw Kelp’s tailhole, a gaping, red, ruined thing, unable to clench or hold back the leakage. The boy’s whimpers were all he could hear.

Suddenly, the screen glitched out, just like when the demon first appeared, and after a moment, it was back. The demon was gone. Instead, Mr. Chirlett stood in its place, naked, his smaller, tapered shaft coated in a slick mess of cum. Kelp’s tailhole was still red and raw, but not gaped open quite so impossibly, clenching painfully on air as cum dribbled out of it. There was no trace of the demon left, except for one thing. That horrible, wide grin was still plastered across Mr. Chirlett’s face.  A rumbling laugh sounded from the TV’s speakers, and then the screen shut itself off, leaving Brook to stare at his reflection in the glass.

Brook found that he could move freely again, rubbing at his sore limbs as the tension caught up with them. ‘What the fuck was that?’ he thought. ‘That couldn’t be real, right? That… that didn’t actually happen, did it?’

Whatever the truth was, the one thing he knew in that moment was that he wanted that DVD out of his house. He crossed the room and knelt to the player, pressing the eject button and waiting for the disc tray to open up. It remained still. He pushed the button again, a little more forcefully this time. Nothing. Desperation gnawed at him as he pressed it over and over again, staring at the tray that refused to release the disc. He reached back for the power cord. If he couldn’t get the DVD out, he’d throw the entire player away just to be rid of it. No matter how hard he pulled, though, it wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t unplug it.

As he was contemplating increasingly destructive alternatives, his train of thought was interrupted by the ring of his cellphone. The harsh sound cut through the air, and as he approached it, each step brought a new wave of dread washing over him.

By the time he reached it, he almost didn’t want to answer, but he buried the thought and pushed the button. “Hello?”

“Mr. Cross,” a nervous voice said, “this is Principal Atterson. I… I don’t know how to say this, but… there’s… there’s been an incident…”

Brook’s blood ran cold. He wished he could just not respond and make it all go away. Already quite sure of the answer, he asked, “What happened?”

The principal paused, clearly uncomfortable continuing. “Well… I’m afraid something has happened to your son. The whole school was in assembly, so nobody was around to hear anything, but when I noticed that Mr. Chirlett was missing, I sent a faculty member to go check. He began to hear noises as he got to the classroom, and when he looked inside, he found… well, he found that Mr. Chirlett had sexually assaulted Kelp.”

Even though he had seen it for himself, Brook still felt faint, and he had to grab hold of the nearby table to keep himself from collapsing. Up until this moment, there was still some small, hopeful part of him clinging to the possibility that none of it had been real.

“Of course, police were immediately called,” the principal added. “Mr. Chirlett has been taken into custody, and Kelp was taken to Trentway Memorial Hospital for immediate care. I cannot apologize enough that this has happened under my watch, and you have my assurance that we will do everythi—.”

Brook hung up, unable to bear hearing any more. He dropped into a chair, a shiver creeping up his spine. ‘What is this?’ he thought. His eyes drifted back to the TV, dark and silent. In the span of half an hour, it had become an ominous, evil thing, and Brook just wanted to flee and never be near it again.

Once he felt that he had the strength, he pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his car keys. He had to go see his son.

…………………….


Brook sighed as he stepped through the front door. It had been two days since the... incident, and although Kelp was on the road to recovery, he was still being kept in the hospital for monitoring. It was hard to see him like that, with the aftermath something so terrible dancing behind his eyes. It was made even worse every time that Brook remembered that he watched the whole thing unfold.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slumped at the kitchen table, wondering how either of them could move on from this, when a noise interrupted his brooding. It was the hiss of digital static coming from the living room.

He rushed into the room to find that the TV had turned itself on. The static flickered and flashed before the screen went black. Silence hung heavy in the air, and Brook was made suddenly aware of his own panicked breath.

‘No,’ he thought. ‘Please no.’

As if in response, the TV sprung back to life with a flash of red. Just like before, a series of indiscernible images flickered before his eyes, accompanied by jumbled, rumbling sounds, until it settled on a familiar crimson symbol, just like the one on the demon’s forehead. The next thing he knew, Brook was looking at a video of the room he had left not thirty minutes ago. It was a hospital room, cold and clinical, with a certain young otter curled up in the bed.

‘Please, not again,’ Brook silently begged. Kelp almost seemed to hear it, because the moment the thought passed through Brook’s mind, he shot up, eyes wide and filled with panic. A male nurse, the same raccoon who had led Brook to and from the room with a sensitive, soothing smile, stepped in and began comforting the boy.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Kelp,” he said. “You’re safe now. It was just a bad dream.”

“But- he- he…,” Kelp gasped, his chest heaving with each breath.

The nurse rubbed him gently on the back. “I know, he did something terrible, but he’s gone now. He isn’t going to hurt you anymore. Go back to sleep. You need your rest.”

“I- I can’t,” Kelp whimpered.

“I can get you something for that. Just wait one moment,” the nurse said before stepping out of the room. He came back with a pair of pills and a cup of water. “These will help you sleep. I promise you’ll feel much better when you wake up, okay?”

Kelp appeared wary for a moment, but he eventually swallowed the pills. His eyelids drooped, and peace appeared to pass over him before he drifted off to sleep.

The raccoon smiled pleasantly, turning to leave. Just before he was outside of the frame, the smile faltered, and an almost confused look passed over his face before he shook his head and continued.

Brook tried to make a dash for the remote and turn it off, but once again, his body refused to move. He could do nothing but stand there and watch his slumbering son, until several sets of footsteps began to approach. The door opened, and four people stepped into the room. The raccoon nurse was there, along with two other male nurses: a golden retriever and a mouse with snow-white fur. The fourth, a tall but lean deer with spectacles balanced precariously on his snout, was the doctor assigned to Kelp. Brook found him very professional and encouraging when they spoke, but the oddly blank look on his and the other three’s faces fed the gnawing dismay in the pit of his stomach.

The four adults gathered around Kelp’s bed and, just as the raccoon gently took hold of the blanket covering him, the screen glitched and shifted. Now there were four copies of the demon standing in their places, those wide grins plastered on their faces, their massive cocks already stiffening as the one that replaced the raccoon yanked the blanket off of Kelp’s sleeping form.

Within seconds, four sets of hands were greedily roaming the otter’s body. They rubbed and squeezed, and everywhere they went, they sliced through his hospital gown until he was laid bare in front of them. They pinched and tugged on his nipples, flicked at his tight ballsack, and one took hold of his rear to examine the red ring it had left on him at the school. The mark had not faded at all, still clear to see and perfectly round.

The demon began tracing shapes within the ring, leaving red lines behind as his finger slid over Kelp’s skin. Once he was done, the same symbol on his forehead was now emblazoned onto Kelp’s rump like a brand. Through the whole process, he kept repeating a single word in his deep, resonant voice.

“Mine... Mine... Mine…”

Another of the demon clones pressed his nose to Kelp’s exposed groin and sniffed deeply. He seemed to stare at Brook through the screen as his long tongue slipped out and teased Kelp’s sheath. “Pretty thing…,” he hummed. He nibbled at the skin, but gently. Whether it was meant as a false show of care or simply because his victim wasn’t awake to suffer properly, Brook wasn’t sure.

Up by Kelp’s head, one of the demons was rubbing his thick cock all over the boy’s face. Precum dribbled from its tip, smearing across Kelp’s innocent features. Once he was satisfied with the mess he’d made of the otter’s face, he let his heavy shaft drop onto his snout with a meaty slap. He left it there, letting Kelp unknowingly fill his own lungs with raw, unfiltered cock musk.

The demon leaned down, his tongue snaking out and lashing around in the air before sneaking past Kelp’s lips. With its unnatural length, there was little doubt that it was worming its way into Kelp’s throat as the demon’s lips met his. The demon kissed him with no tenderness or care, like he was claiming a prize as his possession. The soft, involuntary gags coming from Kelp hinted at the depth of the tonguefucking he was getting.

The remaining demon was taking up position by Kelp’s rear. The one that drew the mark assisted him, spreading the boy’s cheeks to provide access to his tailhole. It was red and puffy, clearly still suffering the aftermath of the abuse it had received at school. If anything, the sight only spurred the demon on as he lined his flared tip up with it.

‘NO!’

Brook’s body jolted as he dug deep and found a well of strength that he didn’t know he had. The pressure holding him in place broke under the force of his will, and he stumbled to the ground. He didn’t hesitate for a moment, fearing that the slightest pause would give the paralysis time to set in and leave him as a helpless bystander again.

‘This ends now,’ he thought, sprinting out the door. He would rescue his son from this monster. He would do whatever it takes.

By some divine providence, he wasn’t pulled over during the drive to the hospital, despite breaking every traffic law in the book to get there in record time. Every second wasted was another second that Kelp suffered. He swerved to a stop by the entrance and sprinted out, not even glancing at anyone else as he dodged past them. None reacted to him, which if it weren’t for his frantic urgency, maybe he would have recognized as odd.

He was getting close to Kelp’s room now, and still nobody had tried to stop him. He wouldn’t have let them anyway, especially once he got close enough to hear a muffled scream.

‘Kelp!’

He shouldered his way through the door. The sight that greeted him robbed him of his strength. The hospital staff from the video were huddled around Kelp, their clothes strewn about carelessly on the floor. The deer doctor was on the bed, hips thrusting savagely as his cock pummeled Kelp’s tailhole. The raccoon nurse clutched Kelp’s head tightly as he rubbed his shaft on the boy’s face, occasionally forcing the tip into his mouth and jerking off to force feed him fresh pre. The golden retriever and mouse had set themselves on Kelp’s balls and nipples respectively, biting and pinching him while they masturbated. Streaks of cum dotted Kelp’s torso and face, and the leakage flowing out around the deer’s cock hinted that he wasn’t the first to have a go at the cub’s ass.

The buck hilted himself in Kelp with a guttural growl, his balls twitching as they released their load. Kelp cried out, but he was powerless to stop anything as his insides were seeded again. Once he finished, the deer pulled out, letting his humanoid cock spring loose with a squelch, followed by a fresh stream of cum from Kelp’s gaping hole. He stepped up toward Kelp’s head while the golden retriever took his place. The dog’s thick, bulbous knot swelled angrily, ready to tear Kelp’s hole open.

The deer slapped his messy cock against Kelp’s muzzle while the raccoon held him still. He wiped it off on Kelp’s fur, adding to the mess of sex fluids staining him. When the golden retriever started forcing himself into Kelp’s ass, the boy screamed, and the deer took the opportunity to shove his dick into Kelp’s mouth. Kelp’s face scrunched in pain and disgust as his mouth was used as an impromptu cock cleaner.

The sound of his son’s pained cry snapped Brook back into action. He charged and punched the golden retriever squarely in the jaw. The canine yelped and fell off the bed, his head cracking painfully against the hard floor. A backhanded swipe sent the mouse sprawling the same way. The deer and the raccoon turned to look at Brook, but he was already shoving them aside, grabbing Kelp and backing away with him in his arms.

“Don’t come any closer!” he yelled, angry tears blurring his vision and keeping him from noticing the blankness of their eyes. All he could see were their wide grins. “You won’t touch him again! He’s my boy, and I’m going to keep him safe!”

He turned and ran, not wanting to risk giving anyone a chance to stop him. Normally, one would expect there to be a lot of resistance when a man sprints through a hospital, clutching a naked, crying child to his chest, but there was none. Onlookers, staff, and even security kept their distance, watching with blank expressions.

Brook shoved Kelp into the back seat of the car before jumping into the driver’s seat and flooring the gas pedal. “It’s going to be okay, Kelp,” he assured the sobbing cub. “I won’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again.”

The smells of sex and cum hung heavy inside the confined space, but Brook ignored them. He was focusing on what to do next, how to defend Kelp against this demonic force that had chosen him as its target. He had to get rid of that DVD. Maybe if he did, it would leave them alone. Maybe the curse would be broken.

He glanced in the rearview mirror to check on Kelp, and he nearly swerved off the road as the first thing he saw was the demon grinning back at him, its hulking form taking up the entire view. The second Brook blinked, though, he vanished. Now he was able to see Kelp, curled up in a tight ball and shaking, a small puddle of white forming on the seat underneath his leaking tailhole.

An angry fire burned in Brook’s core. This monster had to be stopped.

By the time they reached the house, Kelp had drifted off into a fitful sleep. Brook carried him tenderly up to his bedroom, tucking him in and leaving as quietly as he could.

He went down to the kitchen to make some food. Maybe a warm meal would do Kelp some good. He quickly had two pieces of salmon sizzling in a skillet. He was going about preparing the rest of the meal when he happened to look into the living room and spot the TV. It was off, but the quick glance was enough of a reminder of everything that had happened. He gritted his teeth and growled under his breath as anger, grief, and despair struck him all at once.

He didn’t know what he was planning as he stormed into the room. He just knew that he wanted this all to end. A yell ripped from his throat, wordless and raw. He grabbed the DVD player and tried to yank it free of its cables, but they refused to disconnect. He lifted it as high as the cords would allow. If he couldn’t remove it, then he’d just have to destroy it.

He threw it to the ground with all his strength. The DVD player shattered upon impact, bits of metal and glass scattering across the floor. Brook thought he could see a bit of the disc peeking out underneath one of the larger pieces, still held within the now ruined disc tray. Just as he was starting to reach for it, his resolve faltered, and a worm of fear creeped into him. If the DVD player was destroyed, then the video couldn’t play anymore, but could the disc itself do something to him?

He shrunk back, slinking away into the kitchen. ‘I broke it,’ he reassured himself, despite the panicked thumping of his heart. ‘It can’t do anything now.’

As he finished preparing the meal, he tried desperately to distract himself from the heavy weight in his gut. Soon enough, he had two plates of salmon and vegetables ready. Staring at the food, though, he realized that he had no interest in eating in that moment. That gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach was growing, and the thought of trying to choke something down was completely unappealing. He left his plate on the kitchen table while he carried Kelp’s through the living room.

He paused for just a moment and eyed the TV warily, half expecting it to spring to life with some fresh horror. It remained dark and quiet. Brook let out a soft sigh of relief, making a mental note to clean up the mess of DVD player parts scattered across the floor. Maybe he’d done enough damage to break whatever curse was set on the disc. Either way, he wanted to discard it all as quickly as possible.

He turned and headed in the direction of Kelp’s bedroom, leaving the living room in silence. All was so completely still that, if anyone were around to witness it, they would have been startled by the sudden whirring noise coming from the remains of the DVD player. Sealed within its confines, despite the tray being too damaged to work normally, the disc began to spin.

The TV flickered to life, flashing through its barrage of images quicker than ever before. Maybe it knew that there was no one around to witness its display, or maybe its anger drove it to rush through. Either way, it was only a matter of seconds before the familiar symbol appeared, and then the screen cut to a view inside Kelp’s bedroom. The still-naked cub was curled up on top of his blanket, his back to the door.

The door swung open gently, and Brook stepped inside with Kelp’s plate. “Kelp?” he whispered. “I made you some food. Do you want it?”

The boy just laid still, not even acknowledging his father’s question.

Brook frowned. He hated seeing Kelp like this. He just wanted to help, to make sure his son knew that he was safe and loved. With that in mind, he slipped into the bed and wrapped his arms around the trembling cub.

“It’s okay,” he cooed. “Everything is going to be okay.”

In the living room, the screen flickered and glitched, until Kelp was now held tightly in the arms of the goat demon. It turned him over and climbed on top of him, ignoring the boy’s screams as it lined up with his mouth. “Enjoy your meal, toy,” the demon growled before forcing his thick cock past Kelp’s lips. Kelp’s cries turned to muffled moans and gags as the monster thrusted mercilessly, clutching his head tightly.

Upstairs, tears ran down Kelp’s cheeks, but even through his blurry vision, he could plainly make out the grin on his dad’s face. Despite the glassy, unfocused look in his eyes, Brook’s grip on Kelp’s head was firm, and he put his full strength behind every thrust into the boy’s mouth. With enough effort, he was able to force his dick straight past Kelp’s weak resistance and into his throat, earning a choked gag each time. His balls slapped against Kelp’s chin on every thrust, the sound drowning out Kelp’s futile protests, harmonizing with Brook’s voice as he repeated the same word over and over..

“Mine… Mine… Mine…!”
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