Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12018486. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/M Fandom: 妖怪ウォッチ_|_Yo-Kai_Watch Character: Kodama_Fumika_|_Katie_Forester, Rebecca_Forester, Jason_Forester Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con_Elements, Past_Rape/Non-con, Depression, Furry Stats: Published: 2017-09-06 Words: 3135 ****** Slipping Away ****** by Goombario Summary Rebecca Forester is worried about her daughter, Katie. She never leaves her room, won't speak, and now Rebecca suspects her home is haunted. If Rebecca Forester was asked to say one thing about her daughter, Katie, it would be that she was very proud of her. Katie wasn't a bad girl in the least; she had perfect grades in school, lots of friends, was very energetic, and loved life. Her daughter's bright, brown eyes made every day great for her mother, and she had very high hopes for Katie's future. Unfortunately, those hopes were slowly dwindling. Rebecca couldn't pin down when exactly the change occured, but it felt like things had always been this way. When Rebecca thought hard, she could remember Katie bringing home perfect- graded tests and happily telling stories about her day, or watching her ride off on her bike to meet friends. Neither of those things happened anymore. For one thing, school and Katie didn't mix anymore. Although Katie still went to school when her mother forced her, which at one time involved literally pushing her out the door, it was obvious that she didn't want to leave. As soon as Katie returned home that day - which was earlier than she should've, but Rebecca didn't pry - she went straight back up to her bedroom and locked the door without so much as a greeting. The evenings were no better. Rather than join her parents for dinner, Katie would quickly come downstairs, pile up a plate with as much food as she could carry, and within seconds the sound of her door slamming shut would echo throughout the house. Those bright, happy eyes that her mother loved seeing as Katie told her parents all about her day were long gone--Katie's eyes seemed dull and lifeless, and her brown hair, which she used to spend hours on, always looked dirty and unkempt. It was as if overnight, Katie just stopped caring about her life. Rebecca had looked into this, of course; if she could help her daughter in any way, or possibly bring back her old personality, she would do anything. At first she thought maybe Katie had become invested in a video game or something of the sort, but that wasn't it. Katie wasn't one for constantly using the internet, either, so she hadn't become obsessed with the computer. All Rebecca ever heard coming from Katie's bedroom were loud thumping or squeaking sounds--any other parent would think their daughter had a boyfriend in their room and was trying (and failing) to be silent during sex. Katie had no boys in her room, though--that was found out after her father, Jason, barged in one night, having finally become fed up with his daughter's newfound attitude, or lack thereof. When he looked inside Katie's room, all he saw was his daughter lying on her bed covered by a blanket, looking at him with cold, dead eyes. The look, he described to his wife, was like Katie was completely gone. She showed no interest whatsoever in her father invading her privacy, instead just turning to stare at the wall when he looked at her. If worrying about her daughter wasn't enough for her, Rebecca could swear that something paranormal was happening in her home. She had convinced herself that stress from Katie was just making her see things, but it had been more than once that she would look in a mirror and see a very depressed-looking white ghost looking back at her. The ghost had thick, purple lips that always wore a frown, and its eyes were always looking away, like it couldn't bare to look her in the eyes. There were instances where Rebecca heard someone whisper "I'm so sorry for this" or "It's all my fault" after seeing the ghost again. She would blink or rub her eyes, and the ghost would be gone. Rebecca just kept telling herself it was stress, and nothing more. Anything else would make her start losing her hair, she was sure. Besides the ghost, there were times that she would hear a cat's angry hissing from different rooms of the house, despite the family not having a pet. She recalled once finding purple fur on the floor in front of Katie's room, or at least it looked like it--her husband assured her it was just loose thread from Katie's clothing, and she let the matter go from her thoughts. Thump ... thump ... thump. There was the sound again. Although Rebecca couldn't see it, she knew it was the sound of the headboard of Katie's bed slamming against the wall. Before she changed, Katie didn't toss and turn in bed so much, which worried Rebecca after she read that moving around in bed could be a sign of stress. Squeak ... squeak ... squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak! And silence. The silence was more worrying than the sound, for some reason. Perhaps Katie was having a nightmare and the silence signaled waking up from it, or maybe she had finally found a comfortable spot in her sleep. Whatever the reason, the silence never stayed--anywhere from a minute to five later, the thumping would resume. She considered taking Katie to a doctor to find the reason for all of this change, both in personality and sleeping habits, but Katie refused every time it was brought up - and the last (and final) time Rebecca suggested it, Katie simply broke out in tears and ran back to her room, like just the suggestion of change was taunting her. Days turned to weeks, and those weeks finally turned to months--the longest two months that Rebecca could remember. Eventually her curiosity got the best of her, and despite her previous mental protests, she decided to invade her daughter's privacy as well. Unlike her husband, she would simply press her ear against Katie's bedroom door--if anything, just to hear that her daughter was still alive and breathing. One particular night, she wasn't greeted by the usual thumping and silence-- instead, she heard quiet moans coming from her daughter. Besides quick gasps and pleasured-sounding moans, Katie would whisper "faster," or "harder" between breaths. That didn't worry Rebecca; Katie was getting older, and masturbation was something that her daughter might try. The moaning she could deal with, and even the speaking--it might be fantasizing about a boy she liked, after all; the other things Katie would say were what worried her: "I'm sorry," "I'm yours forever," "I'm just a dumb human slut," and, perhaps the most disturbing, "Please don't hit me again." It was odd enough that Katie was referring to herself as a "human slut," but she was imagining someone hurting her? What kind of boys did she hang out with at school? The three boys she used to spend time with seemed very nice, so surely it couldn't be one of them being abusive, or so Rebecca hoped. Regardless of her daughter's newfound interest, or, heaven forbid, sexual fetish, Rebecca decided that enough was enough and gently tapped on Katie's door with her knuckle. Katie gasped in surprised, and within seconds the door slowly creaked open. Katie peeked through the crack and looked into her mother's eyes, waiting in silence for her to speak. "... What." Katie finally spoke after her mother stayed silent. "What is it, mom. I'm busy." Her voice lacked any emotion, not even a hint of being annoyed with her mother's interruption. Calling it "blah" wouldn't begin to describe how little energy was in Katie's speech. "I ... uh, well, I can hear that, honey." Rebecca replied. "Are you okay? Your father and I haven't seen you downstairs in a while now, and we're getting-- " her questioning was cut off by Katie slowly closing the door in front of her, ignoring her mother's concern. Rebecca sighed and shook her head; she could force the door open and yell at her daughter, or plead with her to open up and talk about her problems, but it wouldn't work. If Katie stayed quiet to her very forward father, she certainly wouldn't give in to a concerned, pushover mother. Everything finally came to a head one evening when Jason barged inside the house, clearly drunk. Rebecca smiled at him, but cringed when she smelled the strong odor of alcohol following him; it wasn't often he drank, and when he did it was purely social with his co-workers. This wasn't a "work party" drunk, this was a "quell the anger" drunk. His footsteps were loud and heavy as he barged up the stairs, growling and muttering something under his breath; all Rebecca heard was "ungrateful little ..." which she assumed was describing their daughter. "Katie! You have three seconds to open this door and explain yourself to us before I walk in myself!" Jason commanded, beating on Katie's bedroom door with a tightly-clenched fist. "One!" Katie didn't reply, nor did the doorknob move. Jason looked furious at his daughter's lack of interest. "Two!" "Dear, please, let her be. I'm sure she's just going through something." Rebecca protested. Jason glared at her and shook his head, reaching for the doorknob. "One more second, young lady!" Jason yelled through the door. He was met with absolute silence. "That's it! Three!" and with that final warning, Jason turned the knob. As expected, the door was locked. With a hard, forceful push against the door, Jason forced it open, stepping inside with Rebecca behind him. The two froze in their tracks, staring at the sight of their daughter before them. Katie lay on her bed, completely nude save for her pink watch dangling between her breasts, loosely held by a blue lanyard. Neither of her parents could explain where this watch came from, nor why it was the only thing on her body, but that wasn't their concern. Katie's eyes remained dull, lifeless, void of any hope as she looked forward at her bedroom window, as if she was unable to hear her parents forcing their way into her room. Sweat was pouring down Katie's chest, stomach, and thighs as she breathed heavily, her chest heaving up and down every few seconds. Rebecca's eyes trailed down her daughter's body, looking for any kind of injury; Katie's vagina was wet and dripping, as if she had been masturbating and had just finished before her parents stepped inside. "Katie?" Rebecca stepped forward, looking down at her daughter. "Katie? Are you all right?" "Should I call an ambulance?" Jason asked, standing next to Rebecca, looking at the wall and away from Katie's naked body. "I ... I'm not sure." Rebecca replied. As a mother, everything in her mind was screaming at her to get help for her daughter; however, what could a hospital do for a girl who was doing nothing but staying in bed and touching herself? Katie still ate and her body seemed to be functioning normally, at least on the outside. "I'll keep an eye on her, and if things don't improve, we'll go tomorrow. Go look up a phone number for a therapist, Jason. We need to fix this." Jason nodded and left the bedroom, leaving Rebecca alone with her daughter. She reached down and stroked Katie's cheek with one hand, but Katie didn't face her. "It's going to be okay." Rebecca whispered, doing her best to hold back the tears burning her eyes. "We're going to make everything better, don't worry." Katie heard her mother's footsteps followed by the creaking of her door slowly closing. With her mother gone, Katie sighed, looking at the room around her. Once it was clear that her mother was gone, a figure started to appear in front of her in a puff of purple smoke. At first glance, the creature that appeared looked completely harmless: a purple dog standing on two legs, with two large, heart-shaped ears and the most innocent, cute eyes one could ever look into. Those eyes just happened to be slightly red on the bottom, as if they turned from sweet to evil the further down one looked, but surely this creature must be peaceful, right? It, or "he" as one should say from the large, throbbing pink erection coming from between his small, purple-fured legs, normally wore leg-covering green pants and a long, white shirt, but these were tossed aside on the floor so he could move without restriction. Puffy purple fur wrapped around his neck, with the same fur making up his wagging tail as he eyed Katie's body. His cute eyes were no longer such, looking menacing as he approached. Anyone unfamiliar would think he was just a dog's ghost, but Katie knew him as the Yo-kai Pookivil. It certainly wasn't a pleasure to know him, either. "That took long enough." Pookivil said. "A Yo-kai can't fuck his human slut without her damn parents interrupting him all the time." The Yo-kai hovered slightly above the floor, moving close to Katie and reaching for her. He used the top part of his paw to trace around Katie's lips, slowly pushing it inside of her mouth. On instinct, Katie started to gently suckle on the rough, furry digit in her mouth, looking into the supernatural figure's eyes. "Aren't you glad we met, Katie? You're my little toy until the day you die, and no one else will ever see me but you. All thanks to that pretty little watch between your tits. Now, what do we say?" "I love you." Katie replied. Her voice lacked any sign of love, but she meant her words. She didn't mean them by choice, at least not at first, but a spew of insults combined with constant rape made a person say whatever kept them from being abused again. "Yeah, you do. But that's not all you love. You're glad you made friends with my dick too, right?" The Yo-kai replied, moving to the bed. "Come on, get up and take my cock. You got to rest because your parents messed things up. I never said I was done with your pussy." Katie slowly nodded and sat up in bed, moving her body to rest on her hands and knees. Pookivil took his erection in his paw, positioning the tip in front of Katie's wet, waiting opening, sliding it inside of her. That was the only thing gentle that Katie got to feel and, although she didn't like admitting it to herself, enjoyed. As soon as the Yo-kai's erect cock was inside, he started to furiously thrust inside of her, taking a grip of her sides with both paws as he forcefully pounded away at Katie's pussy. "Just ... think ..." Pookivil spoke as he had his way with Katie, who had to keep focused to prevent going limp and collapsing on the bed, "if you hadn't ... tried to make friends with Yo-kai ... I wouldn't be here!" with those last words, Pookivil let out a groan, emptying yet another load of hot, white cum inside of Katie. Katie's pussy clenched around Pookivil's cock as the hot seed entered her, making her orgasm from the feeling alone. It wasn't a blissful sensation, but Katie tried to get by with any pleasure she could possibly get from this--if she didn't have that, she didn't know how she could bare this new life. " ... I love you." Katie repeated, already knowing that's what her captor wanted to hear. "I'm just a stupid human slut for my Yo-kai master." She had said this line multiple times that day, but it never failed to make Pookivil chuckle wickedly before beginning to fuck her once again. "I guess I have that ghost guy to thank as well ... and that thug purple cat certainly put up a fight!" Pookivil resumed thrusting inside of Katie, his seed serving as a lubricant to speed up his movement. When Pookivil first entered Katie's home and revealed his intent, her two Yo-kai friends and roommates, the ghostly Whisper and gangster-wannabe cat Baddinyan, had no intention of letting this new Yo-kai have his way. Unfortunately for Katie, the two were quickly defeated and forced to flee--they still haunted the Forester home, revealing themselves to Rebecca from time to time, but stayed depressed in Whisper's case, or furious in Baddinyan's. They had failed their friend, and stayed in the house to hopefully prevent Pookivil's demands from getting any more violent, despite being unable to defeat him in a fight. Katie kept hope for some time that Baddinyan would decide to barge into the room and fight once more, but it didn't happen; even the bad-mannered cat knew when he had been beaten. Katie was thankful that he and Whisper stayed, but knowing they just wandered the house in disappointment of themselves didn't make her situation any more hopeful. Instead, the only thing she could hope for was that Pookivil didn't become annoyed at her and slap her again with his surprisingly forceful paw, telling her how low of a person she was for being the toy of a deceptive ghost dog. Katie's face was buried in the sheet under her with her backside in the air as Pookivil held on to her for balance, keeping his small body still while fucking her as fast as his little hips could manage. He growled, which Katie knew was signal for his orgasm approaching again--it was one of the signals she preferred. If the orgasm was particularly hard, he would nip at her. If it was pleasurable, he would growl or howl. If she didn't express enjoyment, begging him to continue or through moaning, he would slap her across the face or bare his sharp teeth to frighten her into submission. As Pookivil shot another rope of cum into her from behind and pulled out of her pussy, slapping her leg with his paw in instruction, Katie turned over to lay on her back, opening her legs and watching as the purple Yo-kai approached. She slightly lifted her hips, allowing him entrance just before he shoved his cock inside and started to furiously thrust. Katie looked at the pink watch around her neck, seeing it bounce along with her budding breasts as Pookivil had his way with her. It was all that watch's fault. If she hadn't tried to make new friends, she never would have found Pookivil. She never would have fallen for his fake kindness and friendship. She wouldn't have lost her virginity to a Yo-kai. Most importantly, this wouldn't be her life. Day in and out, Katie surrendered to Pookivil's ways, getting fucked as fast or as hard as he pleased, all hidden to her parents who simply heard a moving bed or saw their daughter lying nude, taking advantage of the temporary pause from Pookivil not wanting to shake the bed when they were looking and raise suspicion, despite neither of them being able to see or hear him. It was all the watch's fault. It was all the Yo-kai's fault. And things would stay that way. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!