Chapter 1: The Fool

Igneous woke to the heat of the molten lake that wafted up to the vast cavern ceiling, and began to stir when the crackling broil of the purple brimstone fields grew loud and hot. Another ‘morning’ came, and another ‘morning’ went; there was no time in Hell. It made no difference. If Igneous was going to suffer an eternity in here, he wasn’t going to bother waking up early.

The little demon had slept much longer than most of his siblings. He could already hear activity outside; younger, still-developing siblings running amuck, older, developed siblings speaking amongst themselves. He didn't know how they could manage to wake up so early; there was nothing to wake up for. Well, at least not for him. Igneous had grown sick of being sibling number #58 out of 101 a long time ago, and his bastard of a father didn’t seem to care. It didn’t matter. Igneous had more...pressing matters to attend to.

Each morning, the same ritual. Igneous woke up to something he didn’t like. Thus, he consulted the mirror, facing his form with a disgusted sneer. Not quite right. It never was. His fur was a mess, matted down between the boy’s head and the pillow during his slumber. His hips were narrow - too narrow to be acceptable. His long, rabbit-like ears were, for once, perhaps a little too long. And he hated to see that one, gleaming red eye staring back at him.

Luckily, Igneous had the power to change that.

The demon focused his thoughts, training his mind onto each errant feature, directing the strength in his slender body to change the very shape of him. He shut his eyes, and when he opened them, his hips had widened considerably, and his hair was a big, fluffy mess that hung under its own weight and, thankfully, covered his conspicuous red eye - the one that glowed wild and manic in the darkness, leering coldly at anyone in its gaze. His waist was perfectly pinched, and as Igneous turned, his ass swayed slightly; a testament to its size. Almost perfect. He shook his ass from side to side a few times more, scrutinizing its shape and volume with small adjustments every time it bounced. Finally, he felt like he could be satisfied with this form. Mostly.

Igneous walked over to his shorts, which had been left unceremoniously on the floor. It seemed to fit in along with the rest of the junk; the boy could not be bothered to keep his room clean. He found the mess comforting, and, besides! He had a system. As long as he had a bed to have sex on, he didn’t see an issue with a messy room. Speaking of sex, as Igneous picked up his shorts, he noticed a wet spot in the crotch. And, as he tried to slide them on, he also noticed that they no longer fit his fat, juicy ass. Well, that was a shame, he supposed. That meant that he’d have to wear the last clean thing he owned. His father would be very disappointed.

His siblings eyeballed him intently as he walked down the vast hall. While most of them had left their rooms and gone elsewhere, some of Iggy’s brothers and sisters lingered in the hallway, and as soon as they caught sight of Igneous’s plump rear end and suggestive choice of outfit, more began to come out, peeking out of their rooms to watch Igneous walk by in a thong.

“Wow, Iggy. Nice thong.” One of his larger siblings stared the boy down as he walked down the hall, raising a curious eyebrow at his choice of dress before reaching down to slap his ass. With a small, high-pitched shriek, Iggy turned to snarl at his brother, rubbing his sore ass with a scowl on his face.

“Fuck off, dude. It’s the only thing I had to wear.”

“Maybe if you’d do some fucking laundry you wouldn’t have to dress like a two-dollar whore.” Another one of his siblings spoke from the other side of the hallway, leaning up against a door. “You gonna let dad see you wearing that?”

Igneous bared his jagged fangs, revealing perfectly white, pointed teeth.  “Shut the fuck up. I can dress however I want!”

“Mmm, yeah. Sure you can.” One of his larger siblings grabbed him by the arm, using one hand to push the boy up against the door of sibling #54’s room. “Do i need to fuck that attitude out of you again?”

Igneous growled and swatted at his older sibling, batting his enormous hand away as it reached for his crop top. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

“Shut up. You’re being whinier than usual.” Iggy was only able to fend off his big brother for so long before the demon grabbed him and turned him over, pushing his chest against #54’s door. He reached down and grabbed one of Igneous’s asscheeks, and even though they were huge, his hand was big enough to fit one in a single handful. The demon groped at his little brother’s big, fuzzy butt greedily, squeezing it hard enough to wrench a cry from Iggy’s throat. The boy put his hands on the door, snarling under his breath as he slowly stopped fighting, accepting the groping begrudgingly. This big brother liked to take his time with Iggy, and Igneous didn’t have the patience to fuck him all morning. Not when he had other things on his mind. Still, he let the demon have his fun, feeling his asscheeks get spread wide, making the thong practically useless as he felt his brother’s breath waft against his asshole and damp cunny. Igneous’s jaw dropped, and he tried to look back at what the brute was doing, but he couldn’t move his face away from the door.

Finally, the big brother gave Iggy’s ass a slap, sending him sprawling to the floor. “You look like a cheap whore. When are you gonna get a real boyfriend, Iggy?”

“Never. Fuck you.” Igneous bared his fangs at the demon and scrambled to his feet. “And it sure as Hell won’t be you, asshole!”

“Your loss,” snickered Iggy’s brother. He huffed and pushed his way into #54’s room, presumably to bully him as well.

Igneous stormed down the hallway, now a bit pissier (and hornier) than he was when he woke up. Just another reminder of where exactly Iggy was found in the pecking order. He’d been pulled into his siblings’ rooms and fucked at 2 am at least a dozen times. They always waited until daddy was asleep to rape Iggy, to avoid any potential consequences. It didn’t affect Igneous that much, save for the fact that it put him firmly in his place as a less favored sibling. He knew daddy was ignoring him. But he knew that one day, he would find a way to get back at him. Him and mommy both, and their stupid, sappy love story marriage. He hated the way they talked to each other, it made his blood boil.

“Hey Igneous. Your ass is out. More than usual.”

Igneous turned; it appeared that he’d run into Magifus in the main foyer.

“Oh, this? I just ran out of clothes to wear. It’s, uh...laundry day.” He was lying. He had plenty of things to wear - daddy bought him clothes all the time - it was just that Iggy was looking to snag his father’s attention with his slutty apparel.

Magifus raised an eyebrow. “Ahuh. Sure. Well, you look good, as always.”


Iggy smiled, his face widening into a jagged grin. “Thanks.” In all honesty, Igneous hated how well Magifus knew him. They’d only had sex a few times and his big brother already understood him more than he understood himself sometimes. He was annoying every now and then (he still remembered the days when they honestly despised each other), but Magifus was still one of Iggy’s favorite siblings.

“Dad said that he was gonna be busy today,” stated Magifus. “Of course, by that, he means he’s gonna be training.”

Igneous felt a twinge of excitement deep within him as he heard this. But, he did his best to stifle it, for now. “Why should I care?” He pushed past Magifus and ascended the steps, making his way up to the second floor of the castle.

“I wouldn’t bother him, if I were you.”

Iggy huffed and raised a middle finger to Magifus without turning to look at him. “What’s he gonna do? Beat my ass? He doesn’t have the nerve.”

Magifus chuckled and drew his eyes to Iggy’s butt, looking at the space where the cute little bat-winged thong disappeared in the valley of his asscrack. “You gonna let dad see you wearing that?”

“I might. You gonna stop me?” Igneous turned and folded his arms, tapping his claws on his arm.

“You know I could.” Magifus chuckled and put a hand on his hip. He was a taller demon; not quite as big as many of Iggy’s other siblings, but Magifus was tall enough to use Iggy’s head as an armrest (which was something he frequently did, much to Iggy's chagrin). In any case, it was clear that the demon could take control of Igneous if he really wanted to, so Iggy knew he was playing with fire here.

Still, the boy taunted his older brother. “So do it. I dare you.” Iggy humphed condescendingly and turned away from Magifus, walking up the stairs a step at a time. His ass jiggled with each step, as if to tempt Magifus into taking action.

“I don’t take bait that easily. If you’re gonna dress like a whore, so be it.” Magifus snickered and walked back down the hall. “Take care, brother.”

Igneous scoffed and shouted at him from the top of the steps. “Pussy!” He sighed and folded his arms. God dammit. He was expecting Magifus to be a little more...proactive. Fine. He already had his mind set on something else, anyway.

Centuries of being ignored plagued Igneous’s mind, and he thought about those centuries as he made his way down the second story hall. He was always being treated like a side character - a background object. He was sick of it. He hated how his father brushed him off; how his mother told him that he was going crazy - being dramatic. Oh, he’d show them crazy and dramatic. He’d make a joke out of their pathetic marriage, and then he’d never have to hear all that sappy nonsense again. Iggy would make sure of it.

Once he got past the vast castle library, Igneous reached over and sunk his enormous claws into the wall, dragging them across the expensive surface and leaving three long gashes as he walked. He chuckled under his breath. It’s not like daddy couldn’t pay to have the wall patched up. He’d just have to fork out some money to fix the damage that Iggy had caused. And daddy had lots of money, didn’t he? The boy pulled his claws out of the wall, leaving the damage as it was, and continued on with a devious grin on his face.

He eventually neared the end of the hallway. His father, Adonis, trained in the chamber ahead, where he typically made a big show of lifting increasingly titanic amounts of weight and challenging himself to cross the arena in shorter and shorter lengths of time. Iggy didn’t see the point of such training. Why bother? It was not like Hell was at war at the moment, and it certainly didn’t give daddy any sort of political advantage. Adonis was already one of the most powerful demons in Hell. As far as Igneous was concerned, his father was an idiot for going this far in his pointless training. So he didn’t feel bad when he barged into the room, slamming the doors open and strutting into the room like he paid the mortgage. He put his hand on his hip and scanned the spacious training chamber, eyeing the bricks upon which it had been built.

There was no one in the room. Just a bunch of big rocks! Igneous scoffed and rolled his eyes. What a waste of time. He was about to turn and leave when he felt a tremor shake the room.

Crack!

One of the rocks broke into fragments, cracking along the middle before splintering into thousands of shards. The shards flew across the room, sliding across the stone floor. One of them traveled all the way across the training chamber and slid right beneath Iggy’s feet, and he crushed it underfoot, rolling his eyes as he ground the shard beneath his heel.

An enormous, looming figure approached from the other side of the room. While Igneous himself was quite tall, standing at roughly nine inches, his father was easily twice that, and built on a pair of powerful, reptilian legs. His head - a white cube with a single, staring eye - levitated just a few inches above his neck. He looked every inch the menacing demon that the stories made him out to be, with jagged spear-teeth and enormous sword-like claws not unlike those of a fearsome dragon.

“Oh, son!” Adonis looked up at his boy, and he paused, unable to process exactly what he was seeing. Igneous’s choice of outfit immediately drew his attention to his son’s legs, which were noticeably thicker than they were the day before. There was essentially nothing in the way between Adonis’s eyes and every curve and crevice of Iggy’s body.

“Er...or is it daughter? Or something else? Which would you prefer today?” He looked down at Iggy as the demon approached, tilting his cubic head inquisitively. Igneous was known to decide his gender on a daily basis, and Adonis was always careful to address all of his children properly. Though Iggy, being a shape-shifting demon, didn't tend to care about such things.

“Why do you care?” Hissed Iggy. He folded his arms and glanced away, trying not to lose his composure. “Son is fine.” He felt no obligation to thank the old man.

“Great. I hope you didn’t get hit by a rock shard, I didn’t see you come in.” Adonis watched intently as Igneous walked around the room, his head rotating in place over his body. His son had chosen, for some reason, to give himself an even bigger ass. His hips were so wide that that poor thong of his could barely contain his junk. He knew it was wrong to be staring like this, but that hadn’t stopped him the day before, or the day before that, and...he was starting to pitch a tent. It seemed like every time Igneous came to see him, the boy exposed himself more and more. It was already bad enough that Iggy had damaged Adonis’s reputation with his behavior outside of the castle. He loved Iggy, but this antagonism would be the death of him if he didn’t put a stop to it soon.

Against his greater judgement, he looked, and he watched as Iggy sloooowly bent over to pick up a rock shard, giving Adonis a full view of his son’s fat ass. He felt his cock harden in his pants.

Much to Adonis’s dismay, Iggy began to approach him now, strutting over to him and hooking his claws into the thin waistband of his thong. “Daddy, do you think this would be a good outfit for a date?” He pulled the thong up, causing his asscrack to swallow it, almost revealing his pussy to his father. The boy looked up at Adonis, having to look almost directly vertically just to make eye contact with his freakishly tall dad.

Adonis felt sweat drip down his forehead. His errant dick began to unravel and split apart in his pants, each end going into one of his pant legs. Normally, the ends were tightly wound and tucked neatly away in his sheath, but the old demon simply couldn't keep his composure.

“Yes...son, that...looks great.” Adonis cleared his throat, his eyes drawn to the heart-shaped window in his son’s tight crop top. “You look very nice.”

“Mm.” Igneous said nothing more, turning to saunter aimlessly around the room.

“Is there something you need from me, Igneous?”

“Yeah. I need new shirts.” Iggy sighed and folded his arms. “And also, I messed up the wall.”

“You messed up the wall?” Adonis frowned.

“Yeah, in the hallway. You wanna see it?”

Adonis pushed past his son, his long legs carrying him out to the hallway in a matter of seconds, where he saw the three gashes that ran all the way down the hallway. Three gashes that matched a certain somebody’s claws exactly.

He looked down at Iggy and gave him a stern look. “Igneous, can you explain why you’ve done this?”

“I just felt like it.” Iggy smiled and kicked another rock shard across the room, walking with his arms behind his head, revealing the voluptuous shape of his bottom-heavy form. He didn’t have much going on above the hip level, and it made his ass very difficult to ignore.

“Igneous, you clearly want something from me.” Adonis stepped towards his son, closing the distance between them quickly. He stood over the boy and folded his arms. “I’m not going to buy you shirts, and you’re going to apologize to me for the wall.”

“But you bought mom new clothes. And she doesn’t even wear clothes.” The boy huffed and folded his arms.

“So did you, Igneous.” Adonis knelt down to Igneous’s level. “In fact, I distinctly remember handing you a bunch of souls to go buy your own clothes not too long ago. Why do you need more?”

“You were just trying to appease me!” Igneous growled and stamped his foot. “You let mom and everyone else have whatever they want. You’re so proud of mom all the time, so you knock her up a bunch of times to make more kids that you can favor over me.”

Adonis tried to comfort Igneous somehow; calm him down, perhaps. He extended a hand towards the boy, but Igneous swatted him away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Igneous, I can understand why you’re upset, but I need you to stop tearing up the house whenever you don’t get your way.” Adonis tilted his head, trying to get Iggy to understand where he was coming from.

“Make me, daddy,” sneered Igneous.

Adonis felt his member twitch in his pants, each end coiling impulsively.

Shit, he thought. What am I going to do with this kid?

Adonis considered his options. The right thing to do was to send the boy away and let him cool off. But that wouldn’t solve anything, would it? No, Igneous needed discipline. Badly.

Yeah, that was how he’d justify it.

The doors of the training room shut on their own, and an enormous metal bar slid across them, preventing them from opening. Iggy found his gaze drawn to the sound, but by the time he figured out what was happening, his father had already grabbed him by the neck.

Iggy clutched his father’s enormous hand, digging his claws into the flesh in an attempt to fight him off. He wasn’t expecting this, and he was beginning to get scared. It’s not like daddy could kill him, but he could still feel pain, and right now, it felt like he was being choked! Well, not really. He could still breathe, but every breath was a struggle, and as he got lightheaded, he felt moisture begin to dampen his thong.

Adonis, lifting Iggy by the neck, took his son to a big chair nearby. He typically used it to rest between training sessions, but today it would earn a new use. As he neared the chair, he glanced at the boy’s crotch.

Slowly, Igneous’s genitals shifted. They morphed and transformed, shaping flesh and bone to form a new weapon. Although, in this case, Iggy’s tool would lead to his downfall. Finally, Adonis watched a fully erect, throbbing cock poke out of Igneous’s thong, pushing the fabric aside as it emerged. No thong could conceal something like that, even as small as it was. His son’s dick was not very long for a demon’s, but it would suit his purposes well enough.

Iggy felt blood rushing to his crotch as his father stared at him. He had no idea what the old man was planning, but he quickly figured it out when daddy sat down and laid Igneous across his lap. He felt his cock and balls slip between his daddy’s open legs, and then he let out a squeal as the old man closed his legs, entrapping his son’s package between them. He immediately tried to escape, but found that even attempting to get up was excruciating. He was stuck! So, he stopped trying, and simply laid on his father’s lap, shaking slightly as he both feared and anticipated what was to come. He took a deep breath when daddy let go of his throat, and he clutched the edge of the chair, trying in vain to see what was going on behind him.

“Igneous, do you understand what I’m about to do?” Adonis looked over his son’s body, and he took a deep breath. He’d never seen his boy from this angle, from so close.

“You’re, uh…gonna spank me…?” Igneous gulped, and his cock throbbed, twitching with excitement. Oh god, he didn’t think this would happen. How rough was daddy going to be with him? Surely not that rough, right?

WHAP!!

Igneous let out a high-pitched wail, kicking his legs violently after being struck so hard. Oh God! Daddy was serious! He began to growl and flail around, whining incoherently as daddy gave him another painful slap.

WHAP!!

“Do you understand why I’m doing this?” said Adonis. His voice was stern, but gentle. Despite the severity of each strike, he did not raise his voice much.

“Because you’re the fucking WORST!” Igneous tried to kick his dad, but it didn’t do much. So, all he could do was sink his claws into the chair and try to bear the pain; he dreaded the sting he would feel on his ass after this. At least it was thick enough to withstand some punishment…

WHAP!!

Iggy screamed aloud, tightening his grip on the chair. “Fuck you! Fucking asshole! I HATE YOU! Oh, FUCK!” He grit his teeth as he felt daddy place his hand on his ass, gently stroking over his butt with his sharp claws.

“I’m just going to keep going until you apologize. Igneous, I’m doing this for your own good.” He grabbed his son by the hair and pulled his head back, wrenching a whiny moan from the boy’s throat. “Do you understand?”

“Fuck you. Never. Eek!” Igneous felt something strange beneath him; something stirring in his father’s pants - both pant legs, to be exact. And, as his cock and balls were crushed between daddy’s legs, he could feel every movement of what was hiding inside each pant leg. Iggy knew exactly what it was; it was daddy’s cock, split in two to try and make it less conspicuous. He knew what it looked like. He’d seen it one evening, peeking into his parents’ bedroom to watch them fuck in the late evening, and he’d seen daddy slide his thick tentacle into mommy’s cunny and her butt, splitting it apart to fill up her holes. He knew that it couldn’t possibly be anything else, the way it writhed in his pants. The boy felt the outline of each tentacle slide past his cock, feeling it slowly with perverted interest.

Igneous’s jaw dropped. Oh, God it felt good. This was the most attention he’d ever gotten from daddy, and it felt good to know how riled up his father had gotten simply from looking at him.

Adonis felt the dampness of Iggy’s precum with his tentacles, and he tried to ignore it. Despite this, his tentacles felt there anyway, almost trying to burst out of his pants to capture his son’s cock and wrap it up. Still, Adonis knew he couldn’t do that. He was here to punish his son, not reward him. So, he spanked the boy again.

WHAP!!

“Oh, FUCK! I...Ahn….” Igneous squirmed as he felt the stinging pain on his ass, and his cock throbbed every time daddy’s tendrils passed over it in his pants. “F-fuck...I hate you, daddy…”

“Sure you do,” huffed Adonis. “Are you going to apologize to me for the wall?”

“No.” Igneous pulled his ankles to his ass, covering the meaty surface of his butt in an attempt to make daddy angry. Instead, Adonis simply grabbed the boy by the ankles, holding them both down so he could give his son another painful spanking.

WHAP!!

“aaAAHN! Daddy, please!! I...Daddy…” Iggy’s breathing had become irregular, affected by the feeling in his groin. He couldn’t take it anymore. He laid his head down and went partially limp, desperately trying to hump the space between Adonis’s legs, letting his shaft glide against the fabric of the pants and shooting a twinge of pain up his spine every time he pulled a bit too hard. But he didn’t care. It felt far too good.

WHAP!!

Iggy let out a scream, crying out as the pain worsened with each slap. Daddy was being so...ruthless. Nevertheless, he didn’t stop grinding between his father’s legs, and he felt daddy’s tentacles throbbing with each gliding pass.

WHAP!!

“Augh! Daddy! Fucking...stop…”

“You need to stop moving,” scolded Adonis. “Sit still.” He held his breath. Oh, dear god. Adonis was enjoying himself far too much, and it sounded like the same was true for his son. He could feel the boy’s dick throbbing between his legs. He needed to put an end to this, and quickly.

“What do you say?” huffed Adonis.

“I’m….I’m sorry, daddy…” growled Iggy through grit teeth. He grumbled under his breath. “Fucking asshole…”

Adonis pushed his son off his lap and into the floor, trying not to look at the boy’s cock as he stood up. “Good boy. Thank you. I…” He looked at the door, and then at Iggy, and he huffed. “See that it doesn’t happen again. Do you understand?”

“.....Yes, daddy….” growled Igneous.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

With that, Iggy’s father left the room, leaving the boy to think about what he’d done.

Once the doors shut, Igneous slammed his fists on the stone floor, swearing under his breath. That fucking asshole! He hated his old man! He pushed himself to his feet, and the agonizing throb of his freshly-spanked ass almost surpassed the ache in his poor balls. He was sure that, had he been laid over his father’s lap like that any longer, he would have blasted cum all over daddy’s expensive pants. That was what he was trying to do, anyway. Now he was left alone in the room, blueballed and sore-assed like a cheap whore. He didn’t think that his father had the balls to treat him like that, but now that he’d done that, he only hated his old man more. What a nasty old pervert! Iggy had felt how wet his dad’s tendrils had gotten. He could still remember the way daddy’s cock felt through the tight fabric of his dress pants. Was this the best kind of attention that daddy would offer him? The boy seethed, balling his fists and glaring at the ground. Frustration boiled right beneath his skin, and his member twitched, releasing a drop of warm, blue-tinged precum onto the stone floor. He tilted his head as he watched it fall, and his mind began to wander.

It just hit him how...strange this was. He hated his dad. Why had he gotten off on that spanking so much? He felt the sting on his ass and was disappointed as it gradually subsided. He looked down at his member and watched it twitch, already missing daddy’s tendrils after experiencing them for only a minute. And not even that! He’d only felt them in his pants, protected from Iggy’s desperate cock by a thin sheet of fabric. And yet, the way they...searched him...felt him…

Igneous caught his hand nearing the surface of his member, and he snatched it away, shaking his head. No. He was acting...crazy. His father was a creep and an asshole. Igneous had all the dick in the world! Any demon he wanted, any time he wanted. He was a fucking sex machine. He would not settle for daddy of all people to sate his lust.

And yet, when he remembered how it felt to have daddy’s hands on him, he could almost imagine how things could have been.

He sighed and looked back at the door.

Yeah. As if things would ever be that way.