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Very tired when I upload this so feel free to suggest tags. But sufficed to say it's just a little story about a pair of twins who end up very hot commodities, provided they can learn their lessons in how to be the cutest little deadpan goth toys out there.", "writing": "Going Goth:\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tAaron hurt. He hurt all over. Who knew how long it had been that he'd been stuck in the suitcase.\n\n\tIt had been a rather simple day. Walking home to his foster parents' home from school along side his sister Cathy. A dreary overcast day of enduring people who hated them as they waited to be passed off to another home or passed over by another family. He barely noticed the car pulling up. Barely caught sight of the scraggly looking leopard who had walked past them. He certainly didn't remember anything between the sharp prick in the back of his neck and waking up here in the dark.\n\n\tHe'd woken up here. A small, cold cement room with a heavy door at one end. Gagged and chained. Helpless. Small flashes of being packed in some kind of container still hovered in the back of his mind. Images and sounds from a too-real nightmare.\n\n\tThis felt like it should be a nightmare, too. Aaron was desperate to wake up from it. Yet as the long hours passed, he was growing increasingly sure he would not.\n\n\tThe first noise he heard, outside of his own breathing and sobbing, was that of footsteps. Soon these were followed by a heavy lock turning and the door sliding open. Metal rollers groaning under the weight of the thing that kept him trapped in this place. Aaron had not been blindfolded. But with the profound dark, it was hard for him to adjust. The light burned. It burned horribly and left him barely able to focus as the two figures came in from within it. The bear was the first one to stand out. Large and tough looking. The man had a grim expression on his face, wearing a pair of leather pants and a harness over his chest. He looked like something out of a bad video game, or those few times TV shows make jokes about bondage stuff. Aaron was only barely old enough to get those. He certainly didn't think it was something people really did. Though seeing it... that let him know what he just might be in for with all of this.\n\n\tThe other figure, some kind of mouse woman with long black hair, looked a bit more cheery even if she too was in some kind of odd leather outfit. A baby bump showing being the only thing that really broke up the lines of the tight corset and boots.\n\n\t``Morning, little one.'' The woman said with a big smile. ``I hope you don't feel to bad from your trip.''\n\n\tAaron opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out. Just the bitter taste of fabric and the feeling of a shiver running down his spine as odd smells hit the back of his sinuses. He felt the man moving up to him, grabbing his muzzle and tilting it up. The big figure radiating heat. Gazing down at him with cold blue eyes.\n\n\tHe didn't say anything. Not yet. But something told Aaron that the longer this brute went without saying anything, the better.\n\n\tHis partner on the other hand was all too chatty. Leaning in and looking down at him, purplish bangs falling in front of her eyes as she started to stroke Aaron's headfur. \n\n\t``I know you have been hoping to get adopted, little one. I'm sure that's tough. Not feeling like you fit in. Wanting just one home where you can stay. Well, auntie Naqi has some good news for you. Better than good.'' The Kangaroo mouse said the words with a chipper tone which slowly began to edge against the creepiness of the strong man's silent stare. Each word, and the deranged tone she said them with, sent chills up the boy's spine as the dazed porcupine tried to pull away from the attention. Not that either one would let him.\n\n\tNormally a porcupine like him would be able to rely on the soft yet stiff brown quills in his fur to help deter others. Something that often made dating outside the species hard, but which also served to deter kidnappers. Lucky him, these ones didn't seem that put off by it. Indeed the woman's odd, deranged grin only seemed to grow when he was sure he twisted himself enough to get a couple poked into her flesh.\n\n\t``Settle down, Quill.'' The woman who had called herself Naqi chastised ``I need to explain this all to you first. See. You're not just adopted. You were bought. Both of you! Someone wanted you two little cuties so much that they paid out of pocket to have you taken `and' trained! Just imagine. How special can one lucky little boy feel to be wanted that much!''\n\n\tEven as she said that the man grabbed Aaron by the headfur and pulled him up. The pain was almost too much. He gasped and choked, looking in horror as the man began to feel him up. Running his meaty paws over the boys throat, his shoulder, poking and prodding at his nipples.\n\n\tIt was an inspection. There was no other way to put it. An examination more violating and impersonal than even the doctors that their foster parents barely bothered to take them to. Aaron struggled and tried to resist. Shaking his head frantically and staring daggers at his attackers.\n\n\tNeither seemed to mind. Neither seemed to care. The woman leaning in and titling his face this way and that with as much leeway as the bears grip would allow.\n\n\t``Calm down, little one.'' She chided ``Just relax. We're just getting an idea of what to do with you. After all, your new Master paid quite a bit for you both. He has very clear expectations. You don't want to disappoint him now do you?'' She leaned in and licked his lips, her eyes lighting up as she did so. ``You just relax, ok? Relax while Uncle Ryan and Auntie Naqi do all the work. And before you know it, you'll be at your knees cuddled up to your Master like good little toys. Both you and that cute little sister of yours.\n\n\tAt mention of Cathy, Aaron surged. Heedless of the chains, of the pain in his limbs, of the drugs still in his system. A full on attempt to head but his attacker. Largely missing and falling flat on his face with his headfur aching at the scalp from his sudden surge to wrench himself free. He began to sob and shudder. Pulling at the chains. Screaming into his gag not to touch his sister.\n\n\tThe man used his foot and shoved him, almost kicked him, off to one side. Forcing the boy into a corner and grumbling softly ``Careful little faggot.'' He muttered. The man shaking his hand free of the pain.\n\n\t``My Master is right.'' Naqi chided ``You don't want to hurt yourself, do you? I mean a weak, pathetic, hopeless little thing like you could never hurt us. But we can't really return damaged goods to your owner now can we?'' She said it all with a chipper grin, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. That fact alone pulling her past the `creepy' barrier set by the bigger one.\n\n\t``We need to go check on our other guest now. But try to rest up, ok? We have quite a bit of time before your Master will be ready to take you, and we have so much work to do between then and now.''\n\n\tWith that the two turned and made their way out, slamming the door shut, leaving Aaron alone in the dark.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThe door hammered open once more. Bright lights slamming into Aaron's vision, filling his body with pain and fear. His body ached as he sat up. Looking at the murky silhouette before him. A familiar image that his groggy brain struggled to place amidst the blurred vision and runaway nightmares of his sleep.\n\n\t``Morning lil mister gloomy.'' The jarringly chipper voice split though the room with as much fierce hate as the light. It took only a few agonizing seconds before the owner of that voice was upon the tween. The boy squinted up at the smiling woman as she peered over her own very pregnant belly. Aaron winced and tried to pull himself up, only to feel the woman push her shoe down on his shoulder and get him laid flat out on his back. Collapsed helpless between the cuffs around his hands and keep him firmly pinned.\n\n\tThe rodent woman smirked and pulled her skirt up. Her pregnant belly and bared sex looming over the poor pinned porcupine boy as he pulled and twisted his head trying to get free. He knew what was coming. He was unable to stop it. Hot fluid splashing heavily on his face. Hammering down from above. The sadistic woman murring as she watched him sob and struggle. Coughing as some of the piss inevitably made it into his muzzle. The acrid, bitter taste making him balk and gag.\n\n\tEvery once in a while the woman would use one of her work boots to push his face back up. Getting the stream of piss right against his eyes and into his sputtering mouth before stepping back down on his arms, keeping him firmly in place as she `baptized' him.\n\n\tThe worst part, though. The absolute worst part, was feeling the tip of her tail curling around his little shaft Stroking and brushing it. Jerking it into stiffness while the poor boy sobbed softly at the unwanted pleasure being married to this utter hell of humiliation.\n\n\t``Stop it!'' Aaron muttered as the pregnant woman's stream of urine continued to hammer down on him. Finally slowing even as her tail jerked faster. Deftly moving to and fro to keep up with his every attempt to squirm free of the unwanted pleasure.\n\n\t``Now now, don't give me that, Quill.'' The strange woman sighed. She leaned down and gripped him by his collar, pulling the otherwise nude thing up and forcing him to contort until he was looking her in the eye ``Auntie Naqi has a surprise for you today. Something I think you're really gonna like.''\n\n\tBack at the home, few people had ever bothered touching Aaron. Even if the whole thing about porcupine quills was blown heavily out of proportion, a few pokes and prods from basic affection was enough to keep some overworked foster parent from offering any sort of cuddles or affection when he was little. Even compared to the typically cold way many in the system had treated him and his sister. The way his abuser now toyed with him, petting and stroking at him, even with the piss still running down his shuddering, slender body. It was almost as disgustingly pleasurable as her tail stroking and teasing t his little member. Yet another thing that his body seemed to love even as his mind screamed at and prayed to end.\n\n\t``Please. Please lady I want to go home.'' Aaron sobbed ``I don't know who this Quill is. I just want to go home. Please.''\n\n\tNaqi sighed. She brushed his headfur back, shaking her head and even giving him a kiss right on his forehead. She then quickly began to undo the cuffs holding him, resituating them behind his back and gripping the chain firmly so as to help her guide him along out of the small cell and into the rest of the strange little dungeon.\n\n\tAs they walked, they passed by the room next to his. The sounds of grunts and his sister screaming filled the air. Aaron twisted around, struggling and straining as he tried to move to the door, only for the pregnant lady behind him to push him along down the dark hallway. \n\n\t``Don't you worry. Uncle Ryan is just giving your sister her own lessons. She's ok. I promise.'' The kangaroo rat said the words with such sweet sincerity that it might almost set him at ease, if he wasn't fully aware of just how utterly insane these people were. At that point Aaron knew he had to get to his sister. Make sure she was ok. Get them both out of there. Even if he had no idea how yet.\n\n\tThe main dungeon area, a simple cement room lit with powerful daylight LEDs studded into the simple ceiling had been moved around from the last time he was there. At the center of the room was a barbers chair. Old and a bit beat up, but overall looking very nice if out of place. The only real additions he saw were straps where the arms and legs went, a chain to hold the collar now around his neck... and a rather large black thing sticking firmly into the middle of the seat.\n\n\t``I know you didn't like your shower today, sweetie. You probably want something to help refresh you a bit, huh? It'd be nice to feel like more than just the dirty little fleshlight we both know you are.'' The woman ran a hand over his chest, tugging and toying a nipple with her thumb and foreigner. Once again her tail began to caress and tug at his package. The poor porcupine boy unable to do anything more than fidget and squirm. A throaty whine filling the air as he was once again molested.\n\n\tShe continued with this until small thin streaks of moisture began dribbling down his tip. Only then did `auntie' stop and guide him up to the chair. With an unnerving amount of practice she managed to bend him over the arm of the chair and pulled his rump cheeks apart. The woman yelping at a few little pinpricks, but all the same not deterred as she began to slowly and carefully begin licking at his little rump. Carefully beginning to smear him with an uncomfortable amount of saliva.\n\n\t``Mmm. If I were you, little quill, I'd start licking that plug.'' The woman cooed in a sing-song voice. ``You want this to go as smoothly as possible.''\n\n\tAaron Didn't capitulate. He barely even understood what she was saying. His body humped and wriggled uncontrollably, her paws holding him bent over the chair the only thing keeping him in place, as his gut dug into the padded arm rest. He blushed furiously, feeling so utterly violated by the tender attention. Something even his young mind knew was perverse, wrong. His toes curling as the inescapable sensation just continued to grow.\n\n\t``That's good. Such a cute boy. So much easier to handle than your sister.'' Naqi snickered ``She wouldn't sit still. Not even when we, well...''\n\n\tThe horrified porcupette buried his face into the stiff faux leather and let out a scream of frustration. He could feel his tail bristle. His body convulse. Rage and fear at mention of Cathy drove him to flail wildly, yet his abuser seemed more than able to keep the angry little thing in check. Holding him so that he ground down impotently into the chair and then hauling him up by his headfur, unceremoniously dumping the pathetic little thing down ass first onto the too-big plug.\n\n\tAaron's face contorted and his eyes bulged. All thoughts drained from his mind save for the sensation of the plug slowly making its way in. Spreading his virginal little tail hole bit by bit. Aching and burning. Feeling like it would split him in half. The rodent woman holding his hair was careful to hold him up, but only enough so as not to let him injure himself. Soon enough the horrible thing had plopped in, lubricated with what little saliva `auntie' had provided.\n\n\tHis little ring clenched down around the narrow base, and Aaron was then stuck. His insides aching as he struggled to get comfortable where he was now forced to sit.\n\n\t``So then, Are you ready to get all that nasty piss smell off of you, sweetie?'' Naqi cooed gently. ``Ready for Auntie to pamper you a bit?'' Even as she asked the questions, the woman was busy slowly moving the bonds around. Chaining up his collar and cuffs, getting the poor boy stuck helplessly in the chair sitting naked, face forwards looking at a large rack of whips and sticks that all looked horrifying\n\n\tBefore the poor boy could so much as ask a question, he felt something soft and warm shoved into his muzzle. The cloth sucking away at the moisture and leaving him with dry mouth while the abuser woman spun him around and slowly leaned the chair back, its angle perfect to dip his head over the cheap plastic work sink that had been installed in the dungeon. Before long things had changed to the point where they almost resembled a normal haircut. The sudden rush of hot water rushing though the long, matted headfur offered an odd sense of relief, almost euphoria for the poor cub. He shuddered and shivered while the woman slowly rinsed him clean, working to carefully groom him.\n\n\t``You know.'' Naqi sighed absently ``People have this odd idea that Goths really don't have to care about how they look. That they're all grody and grungy. But that's grunge. That's a different thing. It's kind of silly that they get it all mixed up.'' She slowly began to comb and cut the headfur out. Only now did Aaron realize how long it had gotten. His stomach churning just a touch as he began to wonder just how long they'd been trapped here. For the first time realizing people might not be looking for them.\n\n\t``Is that why you look that way?'' Aaron meant it to be an insult. The woman chose not to take it that way. Or maybe his voice was too weak to hold any sort of malice.\n\n\t``Well I'm not really as `goth` as I used to be, silly boy.'' the woman snickered as she went over his headfur methodically, making sure to slowly comb it down and shape it to cover one eye. ``I mean, Sure you can be a gothy mom. But it`s not like I`m gonna be full on Mortitia Adams. Though I guess I could. But you? You`re gonna be a toy. A little dolly for your new Master. So you get to stay as gothy as you want without people looking at you funny. And you want to be a gothy little fag for him. Don`t you?''\n\n\t``Master?'' The boys words choked in his throat. He bristled and shook his head frantically. Right up until the woman grabbed him by his headfur and yanked hard, heedless of the pain as she got a couple of pokes from his short quills.\n\n\t``You think we`d go though all this trouble for something special if an owner wasn`t lined up already?'' Naqi sighed. ``Actually, maybe we would. My hubby is something of an artist with this sort of thing. That`s why I`m so lucky we finally just accepted our feelings for each other.'' Naqi all but swooned, leaning against the boy, causing him to shift, and the toy in him to shift with him. An uncomfortable feeling stirring in his tummy that made him sob ever so slightly.\n\n\tSoon the woman was going off, extolling the virtues of the crazy man who had been abusing them along with her. It was insufferable. The whole rant incomprehensible and deranged. But she wasn`t talking to him at this point. He knew that. Aaron was little more than some useless little prop. He suspected that whatever person was sick enough to `buy` him felt the same way.\n\n\t``So, what about my sister?'' He finally whimpered ``If you get paid for me then you don`t need her, right? Y-you can let her go.'' He absolutely didn`t want to be here. But by the same token Aaron didn`t want his sister to suffer though any of this either. Given the choice, he`d rather she get away and he take his chances trying to escape from... whoever it was.\n\n\t``Oh, don`t be silly.'' Naqi sighed. His comment having snapped her out of her revelry. ``The two of you are a package deal. Besides, she`s so cute after `her` goth makeover. It`ll be even better once she learns the right way to act. Which is what I`m trying to teach you, naughty boy. I mean, you do want to be a good, dour, sad, gloomy little toy for your new Master to play with, right? You wanna know it turns him on when you try to pretend his gripping you by the neck and bending you over and using your little rump. You wanna make sure being nice and aloof is genuine. That's what he finds hot. What gets him hard. It`s about attitude. Dark and detached. Aloof. You`re going to have to learn how to be the monotone little treat sitting in the corner looking seductively bored. Learn to be a good little poet. What kind of music to love. How to dress. Especially what to write. He`s gonna want you to write a lot. That`s why he picked that name out for you.''\n\n\t``I have a name. It's Aaron!'' he yelped in protest. Stopping only as she pushed down again. The thick shaft embedded in his rump once again spreading him far too full. Causing the poor boy to sob and shrink back unable to deal with it all.\n\n\t``Now then, little Quill.'' The rodent woman grinned a maniacal grin. Her eyes bright with sadistic glee even as the rest of her face somehow kept the look of some sweet, loving aunt-figure. ``One more thing you have to know about Goths. They really like their piercings.'' Without warning she reached into her hoodie pocket, pulling out a small black case. She pulled out a needle and an alcohol wipe, rubbing the long thin sliver of steel down with it, then leaning in and starting to slowly rub against his exposed nub.\n\n\tAaron Gasped, he groaned, he tried to scream. The panties made it impossible, and soon he could do nothing but watch as the woman gripped his nipple with one hand, and the other slowly worked the needle in. Slowly slipping the too-big thing though the tender cub flesh.\n\n\t``Ohhh that's pretty. That'll be a good one. I think a barbell maybe? Yeah. Something nice to hide while you're all slumped over and sullen reading some poetry and sipping coffee. Don't worry. Coffee's good for you. Stunt your growth. Just like the shots we've been giving you and your sister. Nice big hefty doses of puberty blockers work wonders at your age.''\n\n\tShe kept rambling inanely while slowly working a soft steel barbell into the hole. The thing clearly sized for an adult which made it a bit large on him. The result aching and throbbing. Which of course had tears streaming down his face.\n\n\tIf Naqi felt any remorse, she didn't show it. Instead her paw moved down slowly, tracing lazy circles around the soft tummy fur until finally resting between his legs.\n\n\tAaron looked up wide eyed. Horror striking him as he realized what was about to happen. Muffled screams ripped at his throat as he shuddered and struggled and tried to pull back.\n\n\tNone of it mattered. The rodent simply grinning as she started to line up the needle with the tip of his little shaft. She gripped and squeezed the thing almost affectionately, looking up at him while doing her best to hunker down with the bulk of her pregnant belly.\n\n\t``Oh, does gloomy little Quill need auntie's help staying hard for this?'' She teased. The kangaroo rat snickered and pulled her hoodie up. Showing off her swollen breasts each with a thick ring though the nipple. The larger than normal mounds on full display for the poor. Instantly he was rock hard, in spite of his fear. His soft mind drinking in the sight of those breasts. Arousal flooding up and down his spine as he just looked at the soft pillows. Now heedless of the snap of fresh latex gloves. Of the soft grip applied to his shaft.\n\n\tNot until the pain hit. Sudden and relentless. A needle splitting its way though the flesh from his urethra, fire and agony as the woman slowly worked the needle though, followed quickly by a barbell. If he could have doubled over, could have hidden himself in some way, he would have. He would have done anything to avoid that pain. As it stood the gagged boy simply found himself collapsing forwards. Naqi's rising body allowing him to bury his poor tear streaked face into her chest. Even as she fiddled around to finish attaching the barbell. A simple yet shockingly sturdy accessory feeling heavy in his poor little member.\n\n\t``There we go. Not like you'll be using it too much.'' Naqi shushed the boy and pt him almost tenderly. Stroking down the soft little quills of his back. Again rewarding him with the affection he'd been denied almost all of his life, save by his sister.\n\n\t``Your new Master wants a very specific look for you two. He wants his new dollies to be nice and pretty. Don't worry, some day you'll drool in the mirror over just how sexy you are, little one.''\n\n\tHe wouldn't. Aaron knew he wouldn't. He was getting out of here. Him and Cathy. He didn't know how, he didn't know when. But they would escape this nightmare together.\n\n----------\n\n\tLashing out at ones attackers when being held prisoner was always a bad idea. Even someone as young as Aaron knew that. When he'd dared to kick the crazy lady toying with him, it was an impulse he immediately wished he could have taken back. That was two days ago. He hung hooded and helpless in the middle of his room. Swinging by his arms, aching and cold. Only odd tasting water to keep him sustained and even then he had no warning of it beyond the plug gag being pulled out of his mouth and the bottle dumped in unceremoniously to make him chug it all down.\n\n\tAaron was standing there in a puddle of his own pee now. Too tired to stay on tiptoes. Sobbing silently. By this point barely aware when the door opened. Aaron hated himself for feeling thankful that he'd soon get water into his system after the dehydration. Even if he hated the one who'd inevitably subject him to it. Even if he had to remind himself that this was not being done to be kind to him, and he would never be ok with these people.\n\n\tA paw gripped his cheek though the hood. It wasn't the woman. That was obvious. The paw was too big. Too strong. It all but enveloped a huge hunk of his muzzle. The thumb running on his cheek in something resembling affection. Aaron could feel his stomach churning. The way he was being touched, it was far more than his poor affection starved body could take. It was also masculine. Strong and powerful in a way a boy should touch a girl he likes. But this was a man, touching him that way. He didn't have the words to express how horrible it all felt. It made him feel girly and wrong, even more so than when `auntie' Naqi would dress him up and put makeup on him.\n\n\tAaron sobbed dryly as the plug was pulled from his muzzle. The chains holding his arms went slack a moment later and the poor porcupine found himself collapsed on his knees in what was left of his own pee puddle. The scent filled his nostrils. Giving him feelings he absolutely didn't want. A few moments later another scent, another taste filled his face. A thick musky scent filling his nostrils from the inside. His jaw, his whole body aching so utterly as the tangy swollen member rested on his tongue. The taste melting. His head dancing with panic and disgust as he tried weakly to pull away.\n\n\t``You really shouldn't be a badboy, Quill.'' the bear muttered. His paw held the blank black hood in place as he began to loose the contents of his bladder down the poor porcupine's throat. ``Naqi was just trying to help you. You and your sister. You're lucky I don't break your little brain and make you into a urinal in a men's room somewhere.'' \n\n\tWhatever that was supposed to mean, Aaron knew it wasn't an idle threat. All he could really do was struggle to gasp in breath while the fluid fell into his mouth and down his throat. Gagging and choking. His throat bulging a bit as the salty stinging mixture was forced into his mouth and down his cheeks.\n\n\tHe swallowed, naturally. He had to. The bears cock was thick enough to make something of a seal. It was the only way he could breath. That alone was horrifying. The way he chocked and sputtered with piss filling his senses. Only the unpleasantly strong smell of the man himself cutting it in any way. Each mouth full making Aaron worry that he'd choke to death. That he wouldn?t be able to get air into his lungs again. Not that there was any danger of that. The man clearly wouldn't let him suffocate. But his mind wasn't nearly that rational at the moment. Not trapped the way it was.\n\n\tWhen he was finally done pissing, the man began to slowly pull the boy up and down. Slowly, roughly. Making sure to show Aaron the clear streaks of black lipstick streaking and staining the cockflesh. Another little thing to drive home just how weak and helpless he was. That the goal was to ensure he enjoyed this. That he craved it. It was a sickening, horrifying display. Worst, it was working.\n\n\t``See that, little one?'' the man laughed ``hot, isn't it? A cute little gay boy smearing his makeup all over a dick. It's the kind of stuff that makes you feel alive. The only thing that can make a dark little soul like yours feel something'' The man pulled away, watching as a bit of pre dribbled form that little mouth. He then quickly jammed his tongue into the muzzle, licking around and pinning the poor boy in place, forcing `Quill' to wallow in a puddle of his own piss, the overflow from his trainer slowly drying into his chest fur.\n\n\tWhen the man pulled back he was grinning. One of the few times that a genuine grin passed his face, at least that Aaron had seen. The orphan boy could recall all the times his foster-brothers in various places would tease him. Talk about how he was `gay' or `girly'. It never stuck. You couldn't let it growing up the way he did. But this? This stuck. It stuck in ways he had no words for. Tears streaming down his cheek as his trainer started to rub the cock slowly along his face.\n\n\tThe gag finally came off. `Uncle' Ryan growling and snickering. ``you like this don't you slut?'' he cooed. His shaft slowly pushing up against that face.\n\n\tAaron knew how it was by now. He had to make sure he didn't prick that thick, violating cock. Not once. Nuzzling and licking while being careful. Trying to predict its movements lest he be punished. All the while saying what he knew the man demanded to hear.\n\n\t``It's kinda hot, yah.'' Aaron said in as disaffected and aloof a voice as he could. Throat already parched and screaming after being used as a piss drain. ``Normies wouldn't get it though. They wouldn't know why a dick covered in black lipstick is so pretty. So hot.'' Aaron choked back a sob as he said the words. ``They're just too scared and too stupid to know that... that sex's gotta be rough.''\n\n\tAaron bit back a particularly hard sob and licked slowly from the heavy balls on his captor all the way up along to the tip of his shaft. Letting it rest on his face. Confident that the relative safe area of his muzzle before his hair line meant that the man wouldn?t get pricked, and wouldn't get violent.\n\n\tAt this point it was tempting, so tempting to drop the act. He didn't care what they did to him anymore. He just wanted them to let him go, or at least stop trying to make him act like something he wasn't. To stop making him act like `quill'. But they weren't stupid enough to just hurt him if he acted up. He knew, just knew that they'd hurt Cathy. That his sister was the one who was really going to suffer each time he acted up.\n\n\tAnd yet as he shuddered there. Hating how the taste of a man, a `real' man as the pair would put it, was starting to get almost palatable to him. The fear just kept creeping in. His only release had been looking at things the two deemed `gothy'. Baroque images, vampires and Weres. All the while he had to act as if he liked it. Wanted it. He had to act like this was something he wanted as much as they wanted to inflict it on him. And the real horror was that he knew soon enough he might not just be acting.\n\n\t``This is why you were acting up, wasn't it, Quill? Hoping Uncle Ryan would get a bit rough with you?'' The bear laughed.\n\n\t``Yeah, whatever.'' The response was still thankfully monotone. Still clearly `forced'. Still not his own. Not yet.\n\n\tThe Bear actually seemed pleased with this. Pleased enough that rather than using him more he simply pushed Quill, pushed Aaron, into the remaining piss puddle. Eyes narrowing as he muttered firmly. ``Clean up your mess.''\n\n--------------------\n\n\tQuill could barely remember his own name at this point. There was no telling how long the poor boy had been there. Without sunlight everything felt like a blur. That was obviously part of the plan, especially with the way his mind found itself longing more and more for moonlight instead. Not a real longing, naturally. Another one of the sick things `Auntie Naqi' and `Uncle Ryan' put in his head.\n\n\tThere were many ideas they put into his head. So many things they'd done to him. His bottle-black hair with indigo streaks fell in front of his face. Reminding him of how the crazy woman would `pamper' him with makeovers while milking his otherwise pent up little cock dry. Fingering his rump and sucking his little dick any time he was made more gothy, more girly, more appealing to the person who thought it'd be ok to buy him like property. A person who no doubt was going to keep doing more of the same to him and his sister no matter what.\n\n\tThen there was the bitter taste in his muzzle from the food. Oatmeal laced with puberty blockers, then washed down with the piss of whoever brought it in. more and more often that was uncle Ryan. Something in the food was starting to get to Quill by now. So much so that he couldn't help but think of that big thick dick stretching his muzzle open. The piss flowing down into his gullet as the scent of the man overwalmed him. But he knew it had to be the food. They were dumping so much into his body there was no way he could be feeling anything but what they wanted. This couldn't be him.\n\n\tBut he knew it would be. Laying there on his dirty old mattress. Reading though the comics that the couple had left for the boy to entertain himself. ``Johnny the Homicidal Maniac'. The poor cub hadn't really wished to at first. Not only because it sounded scary but because he knew it was something that these sick monsters wanted him to do. By now he read them if only to keep himself sane. He had to keep himself together. It was the only way his sister would survive.\n\n\tFortunately, their captors had gotten a bit sloppy lately. Quill knew what it was. The woman was probably finally giving birth. The boy felt a bit of dread wondering what that cubs upbringing would be like. But there was no way in hell he was going to stick around and find out.\n\n\tBecause of the stress and confusion, he hadn't been locked up as much. Quill tried to stay on his best behavior because of this. They kept forgetting to cage his little cock or chain him to the wall. Probably thinking the big heavy door to his cell would be enough. All he needed was for them to forget. Just one time.\n\n\tWhen he was sure that it wasn't near feeding time, the boy stood up. The stripy knee socks and arm socks he wore did little to block out the chill, never mind the sleeveless mesh top. Items that were clearly meant to help him get used to an `image'. But they were the only shelter against the cold he got. Moving along the cold concrete floor he tried to rub his exposed arm fur to get himself warmed up, sneaking his way up to the heavy metal door and giving it a firm little push. Just a touch. Just enough to see if it would crack open.\n\n\tIt did. Louder than he'd have liked. Maybe loud enough that they'd hear. It didn't matter. He didn't care. If he was lucky their captors would be at the hospital right now. Or at the very least the dungeon wasn't right under their home. Still it was the best chance he was going to have.\n\n\tThe door slipped open and Quill made his way out as quietly as he could. Plodding over to the cell where he'd heard his sister screaming and crying out so many times. The door locks were heavy, but they were not padlocked. At least not this time. Forgetting his had apparently meant forgetting hers as well. Thus it was easy to loose the heavy bolt and push the door open. His body struggling to get it going without making too much noise as he cracked the thing to reveal the pitch dark room. Near identical to his. Only with no light, and no sign of his sister. At least at first.\n\n\tCaution drained from the boy as he darted in. Falling forwards on his hands. Stinging pain welling up though his palms. He didn't care. He pushed on, scrambling up into the room and looking around. Eyes gazing at the empty old mattress as if his sister would somehow just materialize on it. Quill gasped in deep lungfuls of damp cold air, casting his eyes around in the darkness. Frantic for any sign of his sister.\n\n\tHe wasn't expecting the sudden shove. Hands pushing against his chest, pushing him up against the wall. The figure wasn't strong enough to be one of their captors. Yet the surprise was more than enough to keep Quinn pinned in place as he looked back at the figure.\n\n\tShe was familiar. Same cold grey-blue eyes. The same soft, almost angelic features. The same soft brown fur and quills. Even the glasses, new as they were, reminded him of the old ones.\n\n\tOnly now those glasses were round and silver-rimmed. Hugging her muzzle, looking almost antique. Wild straw-blonde headfur was now hip-long and rail flat. Dyed a bottle black with shades of a midnight blue. The cub wore black lipstick and deep eyeshadow, much like his. Worst of all was the flat, disaffected look on her face. That sort of Wednesday Adams glare that drilled into the poor porcupine's soul. Only the smallest hint of a grin on the corner of her muzzle as she leaned in, leaned up. Without warning pushing herself into a kiss no sibling should offer another. A studded little tongue lapping at his own in big rough circles while a scent akin to old paper and night-blooming flowers hit his nose.\n\n\tQuill winced at that. The flowery prose these monsters had started sticking in his head made him feel almost as horrified as the affectionate contact from his sister, or the way his stiffening shaft responded to it. Throbbing and swelling as she wrapped her paw around it.\n\n\t``Cathy'' Quill tried to mutter between kisses.\n\n\t``Noir.'' Cathy corrected flatly. The smaller sibling's paws moved up to his shoulders and tried to push him down. An awkward schoolgirl blush the only thing breaking her otherwise dark affect. ``My name is Noir now. It's pretty. Just like yours is, Quill.''\n\n\t``Don't call me that. That's not my name, Cathy. You know that.''\n\n\t``Then what is it, big brother?'' The girl asked. She kept her eyes locked on him. Her paw wrapping around his shaft and giving it a few strokes. Milking a few drops of pre from it while she looked on at the stunned, confused boy.\n\n\tQuill opened his mouth to reply. The word not coming. Nothing coming. A horrified realization at the utter absence of what should be there. Reinforced by the unwanted pleasure as his sister continued her stiff, firm hand job. The soft paw teasing aroused moans from him as his gothy sister started to move her way up closer. Panting and heaving, leaning in to sniff at his neck.\n\n\t``Master says you're Quill. He says I'm Noir. He says we're a special gift. Something for him and his childe to play with.'' The girl said it so confidently, so firmly. As if it was all simple and natural. Even the mild distress that so often came when they discussed moving to a new foster home was gone, replaced with a sort of flat ecstasy in the cubs crazed eyes.\n\n\tQuill shook his head frantically. He gripped hold of his sisters shoulders, trying to push her off without hurting her. The pleasure forced upon him making him feel that much more weak and helpless, removing what tiny size advantage he had over his sibling. ``You know that's not true.'' he muttered ``It's just what those sickos are trying to put into our head. It's what they want us to think. They're going to ruin our brains and give us over to some... some perverts. You have to stop, Cathy. You have to snap out of it.''\n\n\t``Noir'' The girl said with a small edge to her voice. As soon as she said it her body shifted, and Quill's eyes went wide. His muzzle going slack as he choked back a cry. He'd had his little cock in `Aunty' Naqi's muzzle before. Quite a bit lately in fact. But this? This was the first time he'd felt it in something else. Something warmer and tighter. Something gripping hold of him like a vice. The horrified boy was only barely able to look down, his eyes landing on the sight of his shaft buried to the hilt into his sisters young sex. Soft groans of pleasure-pain stripping some of the flat affect from her as she struggled to adjust to him being inside of her.\n\n\t``My name is Noir. Your name is Quill. We're good little dolls for our new Master. He bought us. He'll love us. He thinks it's cute when we fuck.''\n\n\tQuill looked on in horror as his sister began to bounce up and down. There was a tiny bit of blood. Instantly he began to worry that some of his quills had poked her sensitive flesh. Yet she wouldn't stop moving up and down. Wouldn't stop panting with her chest heaving. Wouldn't stop looking him in the eyes as she wrapped her arms around him.\n\n\t``Uncle Ryan only took my ass, and my mouth. Same as you. I told Master that we'd only be his if you could take my first time. I made him promise. I made him swear.''\n\n\t``Noir. I mean, Cathy, what are you talking about?'' Quill whined between shuddering blasts of unwanted pleasure. Tears already started to smoke up his masquara and sting his eyes.\n\n\t``We were going to get moved again, Quill. We were going to get separated. They didn't care. Nobody cared. Nobody in the house. None of our case workers. But Master cared. I talked to him. I sent emails with him. Nobody checked. But I showed off for him. I told him I wanted us to be his. Wanted us to be together. I'd do anything to stay with my big brother.''\n\n\tThe words started to crack her facade. Desperation bleeding into her tone as she bounced up and down. Her tight folds milking her brothers' inexperienced shaft for all it was worth. Noir now all but wrapped around him as she nuzzled up to him. The long held affection between the two now being corrupted by this twisted act.\n\n\t``You'll be Masters faggie little sad boy. And I'll be his gothy little princess. And we'll make him happy. And please him. And be together. His little sluts for the rest of our lives. He'll never split us up. That's why I did it, Quill. Don't you get it? That's why I asked him to capture us.''\n\n\tThere was a span of time between her saying this, and Quill cumming. Not that the poor boy could split the two apart. His hips just kept bucking. His chest heaving. His whole body writhing uncontrollably even as his limbs went limp. He couldn't even fight back as the dark, alluring thing that was his sister now railed herself on his aching little cock. Dragging orgasm after orgasm out of his backed up package. Filling herself up greedily.\n\n\tThey were never getting out of here. Not Aaron and Cathy. The monsters had won, and all Quill could do was try to put his arms around Noir as she ushered him into their new life.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Going Goth:

By TerraMGP

\tAaron hurt. He hurt all over. Who knew how long it had been that he'd been stuck in the suitcase.

\tIt had been a rather simple day. Walking home to his foster parents' home from school along side his sister Cathy. A dreary overcast day of enduring people who hated them as they waited to be passed off to another home or passed over by another family. He barely noticed the car pulling up. Barely caught sight of the scraggly looking leopard who had walked past them. He certainly didn't remember anything between the sharp prick in the back of his neck and waking up here in the dark.

\tHe'd woken up here. A small, cold cement room with a heavy door at one end. Gagged and chained. Helpless. Small flashes of being packed in some kind of container still hovered in the back of his mind. Images and sounds from a too-real nightmare.

\tThis felt like it should be a nightmare, too. Aaron was desperate to wake up from it. Yet as the long hours passed, he was growing increasingly sure he would not.

\tThe first noise he heard, outside of his own breathing and sobbing, was that of footsteps. Soon these were followed by a heavy lock turning and the door sliding open. Metal rollers groaning under the weight of the thing that kept him trapped in this place. Aaron had not been blindfolded. But with the profound dark, it was hard for him to adjust. The light burned. It burned horribly and left him barely able to focus as the two figures came in from within it. The bear was the first one to stand out. Large and tough looking. The man had a grim expression on his face, wearing a pair of leather pants and a harness over his chest. He looked like something out of a bad video game, or those few times TV shows make jokes about bondage stuff. Aaron was only barely old enough to get those. He certainly didn't think it was something people really did. Though seeing it... that let him know what he just might be in for with all of this.

\tThe other figure, some kind of mouse woman with long black hair, looked a bit more cheery even if she too was in some kind of odd leather outfit. A baby bump showing being the only thing that really broke up the lines of the tight corset and boots.

\t``Morning, little one.'' The woman said with a big smile. ``I hope you don't feel to bad from your trip.''

\tAaron opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out. Just the bitter taste of fabric and the feeling of a shiver running down his spine as odd smells hit the back of his sinuses. He felt the man moving up to him, grabbing his muzzle and tilting it up. The big figure radiating heat. Gazing down at him with cold blue eyes.

\tHe didn't say anything. Not yet. But something told Aaron that the longer this brute went without saying anything, the better.

\tHis partner on the other hand was all too chatty. Leaning in and looking down at him, purplish bangs falling in front of her eyes as she started to stroke Aaron's headfur.

\t``I know you have been hoping to get adopted, little one. I'm sure that's tough. Not feeling like you fit in. Wanting just one home where you can stay. Well, auntie Naqi has some good news for you. Better than good.'' The Kangaroo mouse said the words with a chipper tone which slowly began to edge against the creepiness of the strong man's silent stare. Each word, and the deranged tone she said them with, sent chills up the boy's spine as the dazed porcupine tried to pull away from the attention. Not that either one would let him.

\tNormally a porcupine like him would be able to rely on the soft yet stiff brown quills in his fur to help deter others. Something that often made dating outside the species hard, but which also served to deter kidnappers. Lucky him, these ones didn't seem that put off by it. Indeed the woman's odd, deranged grin only seemed to grow when he was sure he twisted himself enough to get a couple poked into her flesh.

\t``Settle down, Quill.'' The woman who had called herself Naqi chastised ``I need to explain this all to you first. See. You're not just adopted. You were bought. Both of you! Someone wanted you two little cuties so much that they paid out of pocket to have you taken `and' trained! Just imagine. How special can one lucky little boy feel to be wanted that much!''

\tEven as she said that the man grabbed Aaron by the headfur and pulled him up. The pain was almost too much. He gasped and choked, looking in horror as the man began to feel him up. Running his meaty paws over the boys throat, his shoulder, poking and prodding at his nipples.

\tIt was an inspection. There was no other way to put it. An examination more violating and impersonal than even the doctors that their foster parents barely bothered to take them to. Aaron struggled and tried to resist. Shaking his head frantically and staring daggers at his attackers.

\tNeither seemed to mind. Neither seemed to care. The woman leaning in and titling his face this way and that with as much leeway as the bears grip would allow.

\t``Calm down, little one.'' She chided ``Just relax. We're just getting an idea of what to do with you. After all, your new Master paid quite a bit for you both. He has very clear expectations. You don't want to disappoint him now do you?'' She leaned in and licked his lips, her eyes lighting up as she did so. ``You just relax, ok? Relax while Uncle Ryan and Auntie Naqi do all the work. And before you know it, you'll be at your knees cuddled up to your Master like good little toys. Both you and that cute little sister of yours.

\tAt mention of Cathy, Aaron surged. Heedless of the chains, of the pain in his limbs, of the drugs still in his system. A full on attempt to head but his attacker. Largely missing and falling flat on his face with his headfur aching at the scalp from his sudden surge to wrench himself free. He began to sob and shudder. Pulling at the chains. Screaming into his gag not to touch his sister.

\tThe man used his foot and shoved him, almost kicked him, off to one side. Forcing the boy into a corner and grumbling softly ``Careful little faggot.'' He muttered. The man shaking his hand free of the pain.

\t``My Master is right.'' Naqi chided ``You don't want to hurt yourself, do you? I mean a weak, pathetic, hopeless little thing like you could never hurt us. But we can't really return damaged goods to your owner now can we?'' She said it all with a chipper grin, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. That fact alone pulling her past the `creepy' barrier set by the bigger one.

\t``We need to go check on our other guest now. But try to rest up, ok? We have quite a bit of time before your Master will be ready to take you, and we have so much work to do between then and now.''

\tWith that the two turned and made their way out, slamming the door shut, leaving Aaron alone in the dark.

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\tThe door hammered open once more. Bright lights slamming into Aaron's vision, filling his body with pain and fear. His body ached as he sat up. Looking at the murky silhouette before him. A familiar image that his groggy brain struggled to place amidst the blurred vision and runaway nightmares of his sleep.

\t``Morning lil mister gloomy.'' The jarringly chipper voice split though the room with as much fierce hate as the light. It took only a few agonizing seconds before the owner of that voice was upon the tween. The boy squinted up at the smiling woman as she peered over her own very pregnant belly. Aaron winced and tried to pull himself up, only to feel the woman push her shoe down on his shoulder and get him laid flat out on his back. Collapsed helpless between the cuffs around his hands and  keep him firmly pinned.

\tThe rodent woman smirked and pulled her skirt up. Her pregnant belly and bared sex looming over the poor pinned porcupine boy as he pulled and twisted his head trying to get free. He knew what was coming. He was unable to stop it. Hot fluid splashing heavily on his face. Hammering down from above. The sadistic woman murring as she watched him sob and struggle. Coughing as some of the piss inevitably made it into his muzzle. The acrid, bitter taste making him balk and gag.

\tEvery once in a while the woman would use one of her work boots to push his face back up. Getting the stream of piss right against his eyes and into his sputtering mouth before stepping back down on his arms, keeping him firmly in place as she `baptized' him.

\tThe worst part, though. The absolute worst part, was feeling the tip of her tail curling around his little shaft Stroking and brushing it. Jerking it into stiffness while the poor boy sobbed softly at the unwanted pleasure being married to this utter hell of humiliation.

\t``Stop it!'' Aaron muttered as the pregnant woman's stream of urine continued to hammer down on him. Finally slowing even as her tail jerked faster. Deftly moving to and fro to keep up with his every attempt to squirm free of the unwanted pleasure.

\t``Now now, don't give me that, Quill.'' The strange woman sighed. She leaned down and gripped him by his collar, pulling the otherwise nude thing up and forcing him to contort until he was looking her in the eye ``Auntie Naqi has a surprise for you today. Something I think you're really gonna like.''

\tBack at the home, few people had ever bothered touching Aaron. Even if the whole thing about porcupine quills was blown heavily out of proportion, a few pokes and prods from basic affection was enough to keep some overworked foster parent from offering any sort of cuddles or affection when he was little. Even compared to the typically cold way many in the system had treated him and his sister. The way his abuser now toyed with him, petting and stroking at him, even with the piss still running down his shuddering, slender body. It was almost as disgustingly pleasurable as her tail stroking and teasing t his little member. Yet another thing that his body seemed to love even as his mind screamed at and prayed to end.

\t``Please. Please lady I want to go home.'' Aaron sobbed ``I don't know who this Quill is. I just want to go home. Please.''

\tNaqi sighed. She brushed his headfur back, shaking her head and even giving him a kiss right on his forehead. She then quickly began to undo the cuffs holding him, resituating them behind his back and gripping the chain firmly so as to help her guide him along out of the small cell and into the rest of the strange little dungeon.

\tAs they walked, they passed by the room next to his. The sounds of grunts and his sister screaming filled the air. Aaron twisted around, struggling and straining as he tried to move to the door, only for the pregnant lady behind him to push him along down the dark hallway.

\t``Don't you worry. Uncle Ryan is just giving your sister her own lessons. She's ok. I promise.'' The kangaroo rat said the words with such sweet sincerity that it might almost set him at ease, if he wasn't fully aware of just how utterly insane these people were. At that point Aaron knew he had to get to his sister. Make sure she was ok. Get them both out of there. Even if he had no idea how yet.

\tThe main dungeon area, a simple cement room lit with powerful daylight LEDs studded into the simple ceiling had been moved around from the last time he was there. At the center of the room was a barbers chair. Old and a bit beat up, but overall looking very nice if out of place. The only real additions he saw were straps where the arms and legs went, a chain to hold the collar now around his neck... and a rather large black thing sticking firmly into the middle of the seat.

\t``I know you didn't like your shower today, sweetie. You probably want something to help refresh you a bit, huh? It'd be nice to feel like more than just the dirty little fleshlight we both know you are.'' The woman ran a hand over his chest, tugging and toying a nipple with her thumb and foreigner. Once again her tail began to caress and tug at his package. The poor porcupine boy unable to do anything more than fidget and squirm. A throaty whine filling the air as he was once again molested.

\tShe continued with this until small thin streaks of moisture began dribbling down his tip. Only then did `auntie' stop and guide him up to the chair. With an unnerving amount of practice she managed to bend him over the arm of the chair and pulled his rump cheeks apart. The woman yelping at a few little pinpricks, but all the same not deterred as she began to slowly and carefully begin licking at his little rump. Carefully beginning to smear him with an uncomfortable amount of saliva.

\t``Mmm. If I were you, little quill, I'd start licking that plug.'' The woman cooed in a sing-song voice. ``You want this to go as smoothly as possible.''

\tAaron Didn't capitulate. He barely even understood what she was saying. His body humped and wriggled uncontrollably, her paws holding him bent over the chair the only thing keeping him in place, as his gut dug into the padded arm rest. He blushed furiously, feeling so utterly violated by the tender attention. Something even his young mind knew was perverse, wrong. His toes curling as the inescapable sensation just continued to grow.

\t``That's good. Such a cute boy. So much easier to handle than your sister.'' Naqi snickered ``She wouldn't sit still. Not even when we, well...''

\tThe horrified porcupette buried his face into the stiff faux leather and let out a scream of frustration. He could feel his tail bristle. His body convulse. Rage and fear at mention of Cathy drove him to flail wildly, yet his abuser seemed more than able to keep the angry little thing in check. Holding him so that he ground down impotently into the chair and then hauling him up by his headfur, unceremoniously dumping the pathetic little thing down ass first onto the too-big plug.

\tAaron's face contorted and his eyes bulged. All thoughts drained from his mind save for the sensation of the plug slowly making its way in. Spreading his virginal little tail hole bit by bit. Aching and burning. Feeling like it would split him in half. The rodent woman holding his hair was careful to hold him up, but only enough so as not to let him injure himself. Soon enough the horrible thing had plopped in, lubricated with what little saliva `auntie' had provided.

\tHis little ring clenched down around the narrow base, and Aaron was then stuck. His insides aching as he struggled to get comfortable where he was now forced to sit.

\t``So then, Are you ready to get all that nasty piss smell off of you, sweetie?'' Naqi cooed gently. ``Ready for Auntie to pamper you a bit?'' Even as she asked the questions, the woman was busy slowly moving the bonds around.  Chaining up his collar and cuffs, getting the poor boy stuck helplessly in the chair sitting naked, face forwards looking at a large rack of whips and sticks that all looked horrifying

\tBefore the poor boy could so much as ask a question, he felt something soft and warm shoved into his muzzle. The cloth sucking away at the moisture and leaving him with dry mouth while the abuser woman spun him around and slowly leaned the chair back, its angle perfect to dip his head over the cheap plastic work sink that had been installed in the dungeon. Before long things had changed to the point where they almost resembled a normal haircut. The sudden rush of hot water rushing though the long, matted headfur offered an odd sense of relief, almost euphoria for the poor cub. He shuddered and shivered while the woman slowly rinsed him clean, working to carefully groom him.

\t``You know.'' Naqi sighed absently ``People have this odd idea that Goths really don't have to care about how they look. That they're all grody and grungy. But that's grunge. That's a different thing. It's kind of silly that they get it all mixed up.'' She slowly began to comb and cut the headfur out.  Only now did Aaron realize how long it had gotten. His stomach churning just a touch as he began to wonder just how long they'd been trapped here. For the first time realizing people might not be looking for them.

\t``Is that why you look that way?'' Aaron meant it to be an insult. The woman chose not to take it that way. Or maybe his voice was too weak to hold any sort of malice.

\t``Well I'm not really as `goth` as I used to be, silly boy.'' the woman snickered as she went over his headfur methodically, making sure to slowly comb it down and shape it to cover one eye. ``I mean, Sure you can be a gothy mom. But it`s not like I`m gonna be full on Mortitia Adams. Though I guess I could. But you? You`re gonna be a toy. A little dolly for your new Master. So you get to stay as gothy as you want without people looking at you funny. And you want to be a gothy little fag for him. Don`t you?''

\t``Master?'' The boys words choked in his throat. He bristled and shook his head frantically. Right up until the woman grabbed him by his headfur and yanked hard, heedless of the pain as she got a couple of pokes from his short quills.

\t``You think we`d go though all this trouble for something special if an owner wasn`t lined up already?'' Naqi sighed. ``Actually, maybe we would. My hubby is something of an artist with this sort of thing. That`s why I`m so lucky we finally just accepted our feelings for each other.'' Naqi all but swooned, leaning against the boy, causing him to shift, and the toy in him to shift with him. An uncomfortable feeling stirring in his tummy that made him sob ever so slightly.

\tSoon the woman was going off, extolling the virtues of the crazy man who had been abusing them along with her. It was insufferable. The whole rant incomprehensible and deranged. But she wasn`t talking to him at this point. He knew that. Aaron was little more than some useless little prop. He suspected that whatever person was sick enough to `buy` him felt the same way.

\t``So, what about my sister?'' He finally whimpered ``If you get paid for me then you don`t need her, right? Y-you can let her go.'' He absolutely didn`t want to be here. But by the same token Aaron didn`t want his sister to suffer though any of this either. Given the choice, he`d rather she get away and he take his chances trying to escape from... whoever it was.

\t``Oh, don`t be silly.'' Naqi sighed. His comment having snapped her out of her revelry. ``The two of you are a package deal. Besides, she`s so cute after `her` goth makeover. It`ll be even better once she learns the right way to act. Which is what I`m trying to teach you, naughty boy. I mean, you do want to be a good, dour, sad, gloomy little toy for your new Master to play with, right? You wanna know it turns him on when you try to pretend his gripping you by the neck and bending you over and using your little rump. You wanna make sure being nice and aloof is genuine. That's what he finds hot. What gets him hard. It`s about attitude. Dark and detached. Aloof. You`re going to have to learn how to be the monotone little treat sitting in the corner looking seductively bored. Learn to be a good little poet. What kind of music to love. How to dress. Especially what to write. He`s gonna want you to write a lot. That`s why he picked that name out for you.''

\t``I have a name. It's Aaron!'' he yelped in protest. Stopping only as she pushed down again. The thick shaft embedded in his rump once again spreading him far too full. Causing the poor boy to sob and shrink back unable to deal with it all.

\t``Now then, little Quill.'' The rodent woman grinned a maniacal grin. Her eyes bright with sadistic glee even as the rest of her face somehow kept the look of some sweet, loving aunt-figure. ``One more thing you have to know about Goths. They really like their piercings.'' Without warning she reached into her hoodie pocket, pulling out a small black case. She pulled out a needle and an alcohol wipe, rubbing the long thin sliver of steel down with it, then leaning in and starting to slowly rub against his exposed nub.

\tAaron Gasped, he groaned, he tried to scream. The panties made it impossible, and soon he could do nothing but watch as the woman gripped his nipple with one hand, and the other slowly worked the needle in. Slowly slipping the too-big thing though the tender cub flesh.

\t``Ohhh that's pretty. That'll be a good one. I think a barbell maybe? Yeah. Something nice to hide while you're all slumped over and sullen reading some poetry and sipping coffee. Don't worry. Coffee's good for you. Stunt your growth. Just like the shots we've been giving you and your sister. Nice big hefty doses of puberty blockers work wonders at your age.''

\tShe kept rambling inanely while slowly working a soft steel barbell into the hole. The thing clearly sized for an adult which made it a bit large on him. The result aching and throbbing. Which of course had tears streaming down his face.

\tIf Naqi felt any remorse, she didn't show it. Instead her paw moved down slowly, tracing lazy circles around the soft tummy fur until finally resting between his legs.

\tAaron looked up wide eyed. Horror striking him as he realized what was about to happen. Muffled screams ripped at his throat as he shuddered and struggled and tried to pull back.

\tNone of it mattered. The rodent simply grinning as she started to line up the needle with the tip of his little shaft. She gripped and squeezed the thing almost affectionately, looking up at him while doing her best to hunker down with the bulk of her pregnant belly.

\t``Oh, does gloomy little Quill need auntie's help staying hard for this?'' She teased. The kangaroo rat snickered and pulled her hoodie up. Showing off her swollen breasts each with a thick ring though the nipple. The larger than normal mounds on full display for the poor. Instantly he was rock hard, in spite of his fear. His soft mind drinking in the sight of those breasts. Arousal flooding up and down his spine as he just looked at the soft pillows. Now heedless of the snap of fresh latex gloves. Of the soft grip applied to his shaft.

\tNot until the pain hit. Sudden and relentless. A needle splitting its way though the flesh from his urethra, fire and agony as the woman slowly worked the needle though, followed quickly by a barbell. If he could have doubled over, could have hidden himself in some way, he would have. He would have done anything to avoid that pain. As it stood the gagged boy simply found himself collapsing forwards. Naqi's rising body allowing him to bury his poor tear streaked face into her chest. Even as she fiddled around to finish attaching the barbell. A simple yet shockingly sturdy accessory feeling heavy in his poor little member.

\t``There we go. Not like you'll be using it too much.'' Naqi shushed the boy and pt him almost tenderly. Stroking down the soft little quills of his back. Again rewarding him with the affection he'd been denied almost all of his life, save by his sister.

\t``Your new Master wants a very specific look for you two. He wants his new dollies to be nice and pretty. Don't worry, some day you'll drool in the mirror over just how sexy you are, little one.''

\tHe wouldn't. Aaron knew he wouldn't. He was getting out of here. Him and Cathy. He didn't know how, he didn't know when. But they would escape this nightmare together.

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\tLashing out at ones attackers when being held prisoner was always a bad idea. Even someone as young as Aaron knew that. When he'd dared to kick the crazy lady toying with him, it was an impulse he immediately wished he could have taken back. That was two days ago. He hung hooded and helpless in the middle of his room. Swinging by his arms, aching and cold. Only odd tasting water to keep him sustained and even then he had no warning of it beyond the plug gag being pulled out of his mouth and the bottle dumped in unceremoniously to make him chug it all down.

\tAaron was standing there in a puddle of his own pee now. Too tired to stay on tiptoes. Sobbing silently. By this point barely aware when the door opened. Aaron hated himself for feeling thankful that he'd soon get water into his system after the dehydration. Even if he hated the one who'd inevitably subject him to it. Even if he had to remind himself that this was not being done to be kind to him, and he would never be ok with these people.

\tA paw gripped his cheek though the hood. It wasn't the woman. That was obvious. The paw was too big. Too strong. It all but enveloped a huge hunk of his muzzle. The thumb running on his cheek in something resembling affection. Aaron could feel his stomach churning. The way he was being touched, it was far more than his poor affection starved body could take. It was also masculine. Strong and powerful in a way a boy should touch a girl he likes. But this was a man, touching him that way. He didn't have the words to express how horrible it all felt. It made him feel girly and wrong, even more so than when `auntie' Naqi would dress him up and put makeup on him.

\tAaron sobbed dryly as the plug was pulled from his muzzle. The chains holding his arms went slack a moment later and the poor porcupine found himself collapsed on his knees in what was left of his own pee puddle. The scent filled his nostrils. Giving him feelings he absolutely didn't want. A few moments later another scent, another taste filled his face. A thick musky scent filling his nostrils from the inside. His jaw, his whole body aching so utterly as the tangy swollen member rested on his tongue. The taste melting. His head dancing with panic and disgust as he tried weakly to pull away.

\t``You really shouldn't be a badboy, Quill.'' the bear muttered. His paw held the blank black hood in place as he began to loose the contents of his bladder down the poor porcupine's throat. ``Naqi was just trying to help you. You and your sister. You're lucky I don't break your little brain and make you into a urinal in a men's room somewhere.''

\tWhatever that was supposed to mean, Aaron knew it wasn't an idle threat. All he could really do was struggle to gasp in breath while the fluid fell into his mouth and down his throat. Gagging and choking. His throat bulging a bit as the salty stinging mixture was forced into his mouth and down his cheeks.

\tHe swallowed, naturally. He had to. The bears cock was thick enough to make something of a seal. It was the only way he could breath. That alone was horrifying. The way he chocked and sputtered with piss filling his senses. Only the unpleasantly strong smell of the man himself cutting it in any way. Each mouth full making Aaron worry that he'd choke to death. That he wouldn?t be able to get air into his lungs again. Not that there was any danger of that. The man clearly wouldn't let him suffocate. But his mind wasn't nearly that rational at the moment. Not trapped the way it was.

\tWhen he was finally done pissing, the man began to slowly pull the boy up and down. Slowly, roughly. Making sure to show Aaron the clear streaks of black lipstick streaking and staining the cockflesh. Another little thing to drive home just how weak and helpless he was. That the goal was to ensure he enjoyed this. That he craved it. It was a sickening, horrifying display. Worst, it was working.

\t``See that, little one?'' the man laughed ``hot, isn't it? A cute little gay boy smearing his makeup all over a dick. It's the kind of stuff that makes you feel alive. The only thing that can make a dark little soul like yours feel something'' The man pulled away, watching as a bit of pre dribbled form that little mouth. He then quickly jammed his tongue into the muzzle, licking around and pinning the poor boy in place, forcing `Quill' to wallow in a puddle of his own piss, the overflow from his trainer slowly drying into his chest fur.

\tWhen the man pulled back he was grinning. One of the few times that a genuine grin passed his face, at least that Aaron had seen. The orphan boy could recall all the times his foster-brothers in various places would tease him. Talk about how he was `gay' or `girly'. It never stuck. You couldn't let it growing up the way he did. But this? This stuck. It stuck in ways he had no words for. Tears streaming down his cheek as his trainer started to rub the cock slowly along his face.

\tThe gag finally came off. `Uncle' Ryan growling and snickering. ``you like this don't you slut?'' he cooed. His shaft slowly pushing up against that face.

\tAaron knew how it was by now. He had to make sure he didn't prick that thick, violating cock. Not once. Nuzzling and licking while being careful. Trying to predict its movements lest he be punished. All the while saying what he knew the man demanded to hear.

\t``It's kinda hot, yah.'' Aaron said in as disaffected and aloof a voice as he could. Throat already parched and screaming after being used as a piss drain. ``Normies wouldn't get it though. They wouldn't know why a dick covered in black lipstick is so pretty. So hot.'' Aaron choked back a sob as he said the words. ``They're just too scared and too stupid to know that... that sex's gotta be rough.''

\tAaron bit back a particularly hard sob and licked slowly from the heavy balls on his captor all the way up along to the tip of his shaft. Letting it rest on his face. Confident that the relative safe area of his muzzle before his hair line meant that the man wouldn?t get pricked, and wouldn't get violent.

\tAt this point it was tempting, so tempting to drop the act. He didn't care what they did to him anymore. He just wanted them to let him go, or at least stop trying to make him act like something he wasn't. To stop making him act like `quill'. But they weren't stupid enough to just hurt him if he acted up. He knew, just knew that they'd hurt Cathy. That his sister was the one who was really going to suffer each time he acted up.

\tAnd yet as he shuddered there. Hating how the taste of a man, a `real' man as the pair would put it, was starting to get almost palatable to him. The fear just kept creeping in. His only release had been looking at things the two deemed `gothy'. Baroque images, vampires and Weres. All the while he had to act as if he liked it. Wanted it. He had to act like this was something he wanted as much as they wanted to inflict it on him. And the real horror was that he knew soon enough he might not just be acting.

\t``This is why you were acting up, wasn't it, Quill? Hoping Uncle Ryan would get a bit rough with you?'' The bear laughed.

\t``Yeah, whatever.'' The response was still thankfully monotone. Still clearly `forced'. Still not his own. Not yet.

\tThe Bear actually seemed pleased with this. Pleased enough that rather than using him more he simply pushed Quill, pushed Aaron, into the remaining piss puddle. Eyes narrowing as he muttered firmly. ``Clean up your mess.''

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\tQuill could barely remember his own name at this point. There was no telling how long the poor boy had been there. Without sunlight everything felt like a blur. That was obviously part of the plan, especially with the way his mind found itself longing more and more for moonlight instead. Not a real longing, naturally. Another one of the sick things `Auntie Naqi' and `Uncle Ryan' put in his head.

\tThere were many ideas they put into his head. So many things they'd done to him. His bottle-black hair with indigo streaks fell in front of his face. Reminding him of how the crazy woman would `pamper' him with makeovers while milking his otherwise pent up little cock dry. Fingering his rump and sucking his little dick any time he was made more gothy, more girly, more appealing to the person who thought it'd be ok to buy him like property. A person who no doubt was going to keep doing more of the same to him and his sister no matter what.

\tThen there was the bitter taste in his muzzle from the food. Oatmeal laced with puberty blockers, then washed down with the piss of whoever brought it in. more and more often that was uncle Ryan. Something in the food was starting to get to Quill by now. So much so that he couldn't help but think of that big thick dick stretching his muzzle open. The piss flowing down into his gullet as the scent of the man overwalmed him. But he knew it had to be the food. They were dumping so much into his body there was no way he could be feeling anything but what they wanted. This couldn't be him.

\tBut he knew it would be. Laying there on his dirty old mattress. Reading though the comics that the couple had left for the boy to entertain himself. ``Johnny the Homicidal Maniac'. The poor cub hadn't really wished to at first. Not only because it sounded scary but because he knew it was something that these sick monsters wanted him to do. By now he read them if only to keep himself sane. He had to keep himself together. It was the only way his sister would survive.

\tFortunately, their captors had gotten a bit sloppy lately. Quill knew what it was. The woman was probably finally giving birth. The boy felt a bit of dread wondering what that cubs upbringing would be like. But there was no way in hell he was going to stick around and find out.

\tBecause of the stress and confusion, he hadn't been locked up as much. Quill tried to stay on his best behavior because of this. They kept forgetting to cage his little cock or chain him to the wall. Probably thinking the big heavy door to his cell would be enough. All he needed was for them to forget. Just one time.

\tWhen he was sure that it wasn't near feeding time, the boy stood up. The stripy knee socks and arm socks he wore did little to block out the chill, never mind the sleeveless mesh top. Items that were clearly meant to help him get used to an `image'. But they were the only shelter against the cold he got. Moving along the cold concrete floor he tried to rub his exposed arm fur to get himself warmed up, sneaking his way up to the heavy metal door and giving it a firm little push. Just a touch. Just enough to see if it would crack open.

\tIt did. Louder than he'd have liked. Maybe loud enough that they'd hear. It didn't matter. He didn't care. If he was lucky their captors would be at the hospital right now. Or at the very least the dungeon wasn't right under their home. Still it was the best chance he was going to have.

\tThe door slipped open and Quill made his way out as quietly as he could. Plodding over to the cell where he'd heard his sister screaming and crying out so many times. The door locks were heavy, but they were not padlocked. At least not this time. Forgetting his had apparently meant forgetting hers as well. Thus it was easy to loose the heavy bolt and push the door open. His body struggling to get it going without making too much noise as he cracked the thing to reveal the pitch dark room. Near identical to his. Only with no light, and no sign of his sister. At least at first.

\tCaution drained from the boy as he darted in. Falling forwards on his hands. Stinging pain welling up though his palms. He didn't care. He pushed on, scrambling up into the room and looking around. Eyes gazing at the empty old mattress as if his sister would somehow just materialize on it. Quill gasped in deep lungfuls  of damp cold air, casting his eyes around in the darkness. Frantic for any sign of his sister.

\tHe wasn't expecting the sudden shove. Hands pushing against his chest, pushing him up against the wall. The figure wasn't strong enough to be one of their captors. Yet the surprise was more than enough to keep Quinn pinned in place as he looked back at the figure.

\tShe was familiar. Same cold grey-blue eyes. The same soft, almost angelic features. The same soft brown fur and quills. Even the glasses, new as they were, reminded him of the old ones.

\tOnly now those glasses were round and silver-rimmed. Hugging her muzzle, looking almost antique. Wild straw-blonde headfur was now hip-long and rail flat. Dyed a bottle black with shades of a midnight blue. The cub wore black lipstick and deep eyeshadow, much like his. Worst of all was the flat, disaffected look on her face. That sort of Wednesday Adams glare that drilled into the poor porcupine's soul. Only the smallest hint of a grin on the corner of her muzzle as she leaned in, leaned up. Without warning pushing herself into a kiss no sibling should offer another. A studded little tongue lapping at his own in big rough circles while a scent akin to old paper and night-blooming flowers hit his nose.

\tQuill winced at that. The flowery prose these monsters had started sticking in his head made him feel almost as horrified as the affectionate contact from his sister, or the way his stiffening shaft responded to it. Throbbing and swelling as she wrapped her paw around it.

\t``Cathy'' Quill tried to mutter between kisses.

\t``Noir.'' Cathy corrected flatly. The smaller sibling's paws moved up to his shoulders and tried to push him down. An awkward schoolgirl blush the only thing breaking her otherwise dark affect. ``My name is Noir now. It's pretty. Just like yours is, Quill.''

\t``Don't call me that. That's not my name, Cathy. You know that.''

\t``Then what is it, big brother?'' The girl asked. She kept her eyes locked on him. Her paw wrapping around his shaft and giving it a few strokes. Milking a few drops of pre from it while she looked on at the stunned, confused boy.

\tQuill opened his mouth to reply. The word not coming. Nothing coming. A horrified realization at the utter absence of what should be there. Reinforced by the unwanted pleasure as his sister continued her stiff, firm hand job. The soft paw teasing aroused moans from him as his gothy sister started to move her way up closer. Panting and heaving, leaning in to sniff at his neck.

\t``Master says you're Quill. He says I'm Noir. He says we're a special gift. Something for him and his childe to play with.'' The girl said it so confidently, so firmly. As if it was all simple and natural.  Even the mild distress that so often came when they discussed moving to a new foster home was gone, replaced with a sort of flat ecstasy in the cubs crazed eyes.

\tQuill shook his head frantically. He gripped hold of his sisters shoulders, trying to push her off without hurting her. The pleasure forced upon him making him feel that much more weak and helpless, removing what tiny size advantage he had over his sibling. ``You know that's not true.'' he muttered ``It's just what those sickos are trying to put into our head. It's what they want us to think. They're going to ruin our brains and give us over to some... some perverts. You have to stop, Cathy. You have to snap out of it.''

\t``Noir'' The girl said with a small edge to her voice. As soon as she said it her body shifted, and Quill's eyes went wide. His muzzle going slack as he choked back a cry. He'd had his little cock in `Aunty' Naqi's muzzle before. Quite a bit lately in fact. But this? This was the first time he'd felt it in something else. Something warmer and tighter. Something gripping hold of him like a vice. The horrified boy was only barely able to look down, his eyes landing on the sight of his shaft buried to the hilt into his sisters young sex. Soft groans of pleasure-pain stripping some of the flat affect from her as she struggled to adjust to him being inside of her.

\t``My name is Noir. Your name is Quill. We're good little dolls for our new Master. He bought us. He'll love us. He thinks it's cute when we fuck.''

\tQuill looked on in horror as his sister began to bounce up and down. There was a tiny bit of blood. Instantly he began to worry that some of his quills had poked her sensitive flesh. Yet she wouldn't stop moving up and down. Wouldn't stop panting with her chest heaving. Wouldn't stop looking him in the eyes as she wrapped her arms around him.

\t``Uncle Ryan only took my ass, and my mouth. Same as you. I told Master that we'd only be his if you could take my first time. I made him promise. I made him swear.''

\t``Noir. I mean, Cathy, what are you talking about?'' Quill whined between shuddering blasts of unwanted pleasure. Tears already started to smoke up his masquara and sting his eyes.

\t``We were going to get moved again, Quill. We were going to get separated. They didn't care. Nobody cared. Nobody in the house. None of our case workers. But Master cared. I talked to him. I sent emails with him. Nobody checked. But I showed off for him. I told him I wanted us to be his. Wanted us to be together. I'd do anything to stay with my big brother.''

\tThe words started to crack her facade. Desperation bleeding into her tone as she bounced up and down. Her tight folds milking her brothers' inexperienced shaft for all it was worth. Noir now all but wrapped around him as she nuzzled up to him. The long held affection between the two now being corrupted by this twisted act.

\t``You'll be Masters faggie little sad boy. And I'll be his gothy little princess. And we'll make him happy. And please him. And be together. His little sluts for the rest of our lives. He'll never split us up. That's why I did it, Quill. Don't you get it? That's why I asked him to capture us.''

\tThere was a span of time between her saying this, and Quill cumming. Not that the poor boy could split the two apart. His hips just kept bucking. His chest heaving. His whole body writhing uncontrollably even as his limbs went limp. He couldn't even fight back as the dark, alluring thing that was his sister now railed herself on his aching little cock. Dragging orgasm after orgasm out of his backed up package. Filling herself up greedily.

\tThey were never getting out of here. Not Aaron and Cathy. The monsters had won, and all Quill could do was try to put his arms around Noir as she ushered him into their new life.

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