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Demon Games A Gift for Damostat By Draconicon

Bounding up the stairs, Damo barely took the time to wave to his mother before leaping into his bedroom. The brown bear tapped the power button for his computer as he skidded to a stop, then kicked off his shoes while he waited for it to boot up.

"Oh boy, oh boy, yes!"

His socks and jacket joined his shoes on the floor as he sat down, his chair squeaking under him. He reached into his backpack, pulling out a small box.

"Perfect present. Can't believe it took me this long to get it."

"Damo?"

He turned as his door opened, blushing as his mother poked her head in. The matronly bear looked down her muzzle at him, and he chuckled nervously.

"Eh, heh, sorry for running."

"Long as you remember to walk later."

"I will, mom. Sorry."

She nodded.

"I'm thinking about making pasta in a little while. Any preference?"

"How about ravioli?"

Or anything that'll take a while, he thought as he heard the computer beep its way online.

"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. Moxie isn't the only one that can read your thoughts."

"Good thing she's on the other side of the island then, huh?"

"Good for both of us. Remember all those boyfriends she brought over?"

He rolled his eyes, and his mother mirrored him. Much as he loved his sister, she was a slut. During high school, he was lucky if she came home with just one partner. At least then he had a chance of a half night of sleep. Usually he wasn't that lucky.

His mother shook her head.

"Let's hope she doesn't run out of men, huh?"

"Let's hope she doesn't run out of dogs and horses, too."

"Damo!"

"Hey, just saying."

Damo laughed as she closed the door in a hurry, shaking his head as he turned back to his computer. He didn't mind talking with her, but right then, his mind was on other things.

Picking up the box again, he admired the art on it. A grinning red-skinned demon loomed in the background with his large grasping hands squeezing the walls of a house. Inside, a family could just barely be seen through the window, and the title - The Guest From Hell - was formatted like it was crawling between his fingers. From all the reviews he heard, this was supposed to be one of the best blends of the rogue-like and horror genres out there, and it had been a long time since he'd seen that mix done right.

Besides, the demon looked pretty hot.

The bear blushed at the thought, shaking it out of his head as he popped open the box. That was something Moxie would think.

Damo mostly ignored the installation menus, going through them on auto-pilot as he glanced at the box again. The back of it didn't have the usual summary, merely declaring its rogue-like tendencies and how it was different with every playthrough. While it sounded good, he wanted to know more about the game itself.

Well, I'll find out soon enough, the bear thought as the installation options concluded. He crossed his arms as the progress bar started running. Just gotta wait for it to load up.

After all, there was no point to ruining a game's plot before he could play it. He might still enjoy the gameplay, but the surprise would be spoiled. Sort of like when a dragon friend of his revealed who was going to die in one of their favorite shows. Damo chuckled. He'd need to remind Drac of that again tonight.

A final beep announced that the installation was successful. Grinning in anticipation, he brought the cursor to the new icon.

"Let's see just how scary you are..."

He double clicked, and the screen went black. A second later, so did his room.

The bear jerked back. At first he thought that the power had gone out, but that didn't make any sense. No storm, no earthquake. Not even anything new connected to the power supply. He turned to the door.

"Mom, everything okay down there?"

"Yeah. Did you plug in something up there?"

"No, did you?"

"Nothing new. I'll go check the breaker."

"Alright."

He turned back to the computer -

"Hello, little bear."

Damo froze, his eyes going wide as he stared at his computer screen. The horned, bearded face of the demon filled the screen, but it wasn't a picture. The head bent forward as the horns slid underneath the top of his monitor, the rest of the head following after as Damo stared in shock.

"This can't be happening..."

"Oh, but I can assure you it is, little bear." The demon chuckled, a long, slender tongue pushing between his lips. The slimy purple length dragged across red lips, leaving a yellow goop behind. "Now just stay where you are, and I'll get to you in a second."

"Ooooh hell no, no, no, no, not happening, nope."

He kicked his chair back, and just in time. The demon's tongue whipped out, cracking hard enough to make the air spark where his head had been. Damo leaped out of his chair and ran out of his room, chased by the demon's laughter.

"Let the chase begin, then."

He panted as he rounded the bend in the stairs and leaping over the rest of them. He was damn lucky that he didn't break anything as he hit the ground, but he was too freaked out to care. He put his hand to his mouth, shouting:

"Mom! Mom! We gotta go!"

He ran through the kitchen, hoping she was back, but the room was empty, the only light coming from a little candle. The red wax lent the room a hellish color, and it took all his self-control to leave it alone.

Panting softly, Damo crouched down behind one of the counters. The demon couldn't be far behind, but he should have at least a couple of seconds if it was still pulling itself out of his computer.

Out of my computer. How the hell is this happening? This isn't how things work in real life!

Shaking his head, he tried to pull himself together. Regardless of how this happened, he still needed to find his mom and get out. Whatever that thing was, it had the ability to come out of his computer. If he wasn't careful, it might show him what else it could do, and he doubted that would go well.

Keeping low, the brown bear slowly made his way across the kitchen. If his mother wasn't here, she would still be looking at the breaker box in the garage. The garage door wouldn't open without electricity, but maybe if the two of them worked together -

"Come out, come out, wherever you are. Daddy's here to play."

The demon's voice sounded like a drunken construction worker trying to sing falsetto: thin, breaking and wrong. Chills running down his spine, Damo forced himself to keep crawling. Eventually, he slipped under the dining room table, and just time. A thump rattled the table above him and he froze as a red foot stepped around the table in front of him.

"Where, oh where, has that bear boy gone? Oh where, oh where can he be? The bear boy's gone, what a mystery, oh where, oh where can he be?"

The sing-song tone left him gritting his teeth, but it wasn't long before something else caught his attention. Though the demon's groin was above table level - something he was grateful for - the creature's stench of sweat, smoke, and musk filled the air with its stink the way a good meal filled a house with its deliciousness. Damo held his breath, but it was already in his head. It stank like some sort of weeklong orgy. Damn Moxie for that week...

One of the chairs slid back, and he scurried backwards to avoid the demon's legs as the intruder sat down. Red soled feet rested barely a few inches away from him, dripping with sweat and completely soaked. They seemed to steam in the low light, and Damo swore that they let off more warmth than a heat lamp.

From this angle, he could see the demon's cock, too. It was humanoid, with a fat head that was wider than four of his fingers together, and almost completely covered by a wrinkled up foreskin. Only the tip was revealed, a darker red that shimmered with the same soaked nature as the demon's feet.

It took him a moment to realize he was drooling. He hurriedly wiped his mouth, shaking his head. Why was I doing that?! What's wrong with me?

"Damo?"

His ears perked up. No...

"Damo, I couldn't find - what in the -"

"Hello, mother bear. No father bear, no little bear, so mother bear will do."

"Who are you? Get out of my house!"

"Hmm, no, I don't think I will."

The chair slid back as the demon moved, slipping across the kitchen faster than Damo could follow. He barely saw his mother's legs leave the ground before the table shook again. Looking up, he saw her legs dangling off the edge of the table, pink panties hanging from her ankle, and the demon standing between her legs. That horrible, fake sing-song voice filled his ears again.

"Oh, my, my, my. Look at what we have here. Not a tight little pussy, but a gaping used cunt."

Damo stuffed a fist into his mouth to hold back a gasp. No one used that word but Moxie, and even she didn't use it around his mother.

"What did you say, you monster?"

"I said, you have a gaping -"

Schlick.

"Used."

Slur-schlick.

_ "Cunt." _

Damo couldn't believe it, but his mother...moaned. He wasn't an idiot; he knew what the sounds above him were. But the fact that his mother was already sounding like...that, after a stranger barely touched her? That was impossible.

The bear's ears were assaulted with more of the wet slurps of a wet pussy being invaded. From his point below, he couldn't see if the demon was actually putting it in her yet, but his mother's toes were curling, her pads wrinkling up as she somehow enjoyed herself. The longer it went on, the more her toes curled, and Damo blushed as he saw her juices running down her legs, sliding along the bottoms of her feet before dripping to the ground.

The realization that he was getting turned on hit him like a runaway train. His face, already burning, felt like it was on fire as he found that he was harder than he'd ever been. He tried to ignore the throbbing length in his pants, just like when Moxie had paraded through his room naked, but it was as impossible now as it was then.

I am not getting turned on by my mother.

"Then what are you getting turned on by, little bear?"

Oh, you piece of -

"Oh, are you going to talk like that in front of your mother?"

Damo didn't bother responding. If the demon knew where he was, he had to run. He slid out from under the table, getting to his feet and running. His mother was already as good as gone.

He made it to the hallway when the demon roared. As if compelled, the bear turned his head.

His mother lay on the table, her legs spread out as wide as they could go, her large breasts shaking as she shivered in pleasure. Damo could see the demon's inhumanly large cock between her legs, spitting her on it, but it wasn't the only thing he saw.

Her fur was changing, going from a soft brown to a deep black. He stared as the new color crept over her, moving slowly like a wave of ants coming out from their nest. It swept over her breasts, and in the process seemed to tug at her nipples, enlarging them, just as they forced her breasts to grow, taking her from the level of well-endowed to fully voluptuous.

His eyes felt out of his control as he looked further down, her hips and her ass undergoing similar changes as they grew wider, fatter, to a hyper-sexualized version of their original form. When she breathed, her body shook in response, a jiggle that went from head to toe, and left him shivering in response, though for a very different reason.

When the darkness covered her, he saw lines of red emanating from her pussy. It was the same shade of red as the demon's skin, a color he was starting to fear like nothing else. Unlike the black fur, it burned across her like wildfire, like a net suddenly cast across her skin. As it reached her throat, it encircled it completely, flashing bright red, then solidifying.

He realized it was a collar as she orgasmed. Her scream of pleasure was piercingly loud, shaking him from his stunned state and forcing him to cover his ears. He slumped against the wall from the pain, sliding down until he was on his knees.

Even with his hands over his ears, however, he could still hear them. They must have been speaking in his head, since he couldn't hear anything else.

"What...what did you do to me?"

"The same thing that we're going to do to your son."

"Is...is it going to hurt him?"

"No, no, mother bear. We're just going to make him feel as good as you do right now."

"I...I don't know..."

"You know you've always dreamed of your son's cock ramming into you."

Damo winced, his cock hurting from how erect it was, and how much it throbbed as that slurping schlick sound came back.

"How many years have you dreamed now...five? Five years, isn't it?"

"...Yes..."

"Such a perverted mother. No wonder your daughter was so eager to come to me."

Moxie? Moxie...you bitch.

"Hey, don't talk about your sister like that, young man. Besides, she had the right idea."

That snapped Damo out of his daze again. If his mother was saying that Moxie had everything right, then there really was no hope for her. Only something supernatural would have changed her mind. The demon really had corrupted his mother.

No sooner had he gotten to his feet than the demon and his mother joined him in the hallway. Seeing the demon standing up made him look much more intimidating; the red skinned monster was more than seven feet tall, and his upper body was muscled like someone out of a comic book, like someone who could smash through a steel wall and keep on coming.

His mother was even more striking. So used to the slightly wrinkled, small bear that his mother had been, Damo couldn't process her new look. Voluptuous didn't quite fit. She was more like a fertility goddess, with breasts bigger than any woman should naturally have, and an ass that looked like it would get stuck in a doorway. Her legs seemed to turn outwards, keeping her pussy in view, and his eyes were pulled down to it before he could stop them. She gushed with her juices and the demon's, both running down her thighs.

He backed up a few steps, but it was too late. The two of them advanced with wide grins and pinned him against the hallway wall, each of them holding one of his arms. The demon leaned down, dragging his slimy tongue against Damo's neck. He shuddered, feeling his skin burn from the contact, but it was more than that. There was a prickly heat under it, a feeling that felt similar to how the demon's scent had made him feel.

"Let me go...come on, just let me go. I don't want this."

"Oh, Damo, don't worry. I promise, he did it to me, and it felt so good. Don't worry, mommy will make sure that it feels good for you too."

"But this isn't right! You're acting like Moxie!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Isn't it?! This is incest!"

The demon grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up. He was forced to watch as the demon's tongue slithered out like a snake from a hole, coiling around his neck. Damo shuddered, trying to fight his body's reaction as the tongue wrapped around his throat. He gagged as it squeezed tight, and felt his pants dampen slightly.

His mother cooed as she groped him.

"Oooh, there's the first bit. He's already excited."

Of course he is, dear. He's been wanting you almost as bad as you've wanted him.

Despite being in his head, the demon's voice was no less disturbing. Damo groaned, trying to shake his head to deny it.

Oh, don't be coy. We both know that you wanted her. Just like you wanted your sister. The demon pressed one hand behind him, and Damo's cock jumped as a thick red finger rubbed against his hole. Just like you wanted me.

Anything he could say against that went out of his head as his mother pulled down the zipper of his pants. Her hot breath blew over his cock head before he felt it slide into her mouth. Damo arched his back, a soundless moan leaving his lips as she started sucking on him, and he whimpered in unexpected pleasure as she took him right down to the base.

As she sucked him, the demon pushed him away from the wall, and as his pants hit the floor, Damo felt something thick and hard pressing against his hole. He'd fooled around enough to know what was going to happen to him, but he'd never expected this.

With a thrust that took the breath from his lungs, the demon impaled him on the biggest cock he'd ever taken. Damo opened his mouth wide in a silent scream, but no sooner had he opened his mouth than a slick appendage slid in. His tongue, the bear realized as he could sudden breathe easier. As it started slithering down his throat, Damo tried to bite down, but the demon's strong fingers held his mouth open wide.

Don't fight it, boy. We're making you what you should have been all along. What your sister was, what your mother is, and what you will become.

Damo whimpered, but couldn't even think to respond. Not only did that shaft in his rear burn every time the demon moved, but his mother's mouth teased his cock more than he ever expected. He shuddered, shaking his head back and forth, but all that accomplished was coating his entire mouth in the demon's saliva. It was slick and wet, and felt like a slimy sort of medicine...or something fouler.

The more his mother bobbed along his cock, the more the demon thrust into him, the more the bear felt that something was building in him. It wasn't pleasure, not even close, but it was something strangely good. His hole felt like it was on fire, but he swore that it was loosening faster than should have been possible around the huge shaft.

The demon chuckled in his ear.

You are taking the taint well, little bear. Taking it very well.

T-taint?

Of course. A little demon you'll become, a slave to me, just like your mother.

The demon's shrill laugh sent shudders down his spine, but not in fear like before, and he was ashamed to feel his cock throb, twitching against the roof of his mother's mouth. He looked down, hoping to see his mother bear hating this, or at least like she was being forced to do this.

He had no such luck. Not only did she have her eyes closed, but she was moaning, her hand down between her legs. Even over the sounds of the demon's hips slapping against his ass, he could hear the wet sounds of her fingers diving in and out between her legs. Each thrust from her hand matched a bob of her head, and he imagined his cock sliding into her warm, wet -

No, no no no!

Just let it happen, slut. You're already changing.

The demon must have said something to his mother, because she pulled back. She smiled up at him, but it wasn't her smile that caught his eye.

No, it was the fact that his cock had already changed, going from the fleshy tone it had once been to a black shaft with red lines running down it. It was, plain a simple, a demon's cock.

Rather than being appalled, though, he felt an irresistible urge to grab it and start stroking. He was ashamed of himself, but it would not be denied. As one of his arms was let loose from the demon's grasp, he grabbed hold of his cock, shamelessly jerking it off as he moaned around the tongue in his mouth.

He realized he was even starting to thrust back against the demon's hips, ramming his ass back against his rapist - Master - hard enough to make it feel like a spanking. He blushed, trying to stop.

He managed, but only for a second. The heat in his ass burned at him worse than the time he stumbled by the fireplace, and he shoved himself back again, gasping in pleasure at the way it filled him. His cock bounced, squirting a jet of pre onto his mother's face.

To his whimpering dismay and arousal, she licked it up.

"Mmm, thank you, little bear. You're so tasty, Damo."

He'll be tastier still, when he cums out that soul of his.

"May I have it, master? You had mine."

I was going to save it for his sister, but you have proved a good servant, slut. You may have your son's soul.

"This is going to be delicious..."

She descended on his cock again, and Damo moaned anew. His hips bucked back and forth, giving him the dual pleasures of his mother's mouth and the demon's cock. Pre oozed out past his loosened rim, dripping along his balls before falling to his feet, and he could feel the heat spreading with it, going to all parts of his body.

It didn't take long for the red of his cock to spread along his belly, making it bounce and jiggle all the more as he swelled from the corruption and the massive amounts of pre inside of him. The bear's free hand reached down, rubbing his new gut, feeling it smoosh and squelch under his hand, and he belched before he could stop himself.

It felt good.

The tongue in his mouth dived down his throat, and instinctively he swallowed. The demon rewarded him with another burst of pleasure, ramming into him harder, faster, the bear almost lifted off of the floor by the new ferocity. He moaned, his cock throbbing harder in his mother's mouth, pushing him to the edge.

Suddenly she pulled back, grabbing hold of his cock and squeezing it, jerking it off hard and fast.

"Cum for me, Damo. Cum for your mommy."

He couldn't hold back. What little bit of decency he had left was shattered as he came, his cock throbbing harder and his balls drawing up tight as he spurted his cum all over her face. With it came a silvery substance, wet and bright, and it flew into her mouth with his load.

As she swallowed, he felt the heat fill him completely, and he screamed as the demon came in him. His entire body swelled up, feeling like he was turning into a giant ball of fur, heat, and cum, and he passed out from the mix of pleasure and pain.

When he woke up, his first thought was for his cock. The bear reached down, idly grabbing and groping himself. The simple fondling assured him that he already had an erection, and he was satisfied.

It was only then that he thought of his mother, and opened his eyes.

The sight of his mother bear bouncing her ass on the demon's cock didn't surprise him, but it did make him grin. He stood up slowly, getting his feet under him. The ground felt wet and mushy, like it was turned to mud, and a quick glance down revealed that it had.

In fact, the whole house seemed change. Damo felt a vague sense of surprise, but it was squashed beneath the feeling of horniness that filled him. Who cared if they lived in a house or a muddy cavern of a den? What mattered was that there was a fresh pussy in front of him for fucking, and he was going to take it.

Or...

Damo groaned, holding a hand to his head as the needs he felt shifted. Fuck, yes, he wanted to fuck...and be fucked...Yes, definitely wanted to be fucked. And taste that pussy that delivered him before, too, particularly with that creamy load coming out of her.

The bear and demon looked back at him and grinned. His mother pulled her round rump off of their master's cock, the reddened shaft hard and slick with who knew how many orgasms' worth of juices, and she curled her fingers for him to come over.

He followed her orders eagerly, turning around as he came to their master. That thick shaft pressed against his hole and slid right in, stealing his breath away and forcing him to all fours. He gripped the muddy ground hard, his fingers and claws sinking in deep as he felt that emptiness back there fade away. The master's cock went in deep on the first thrust, and kept going, filling him to the brim almost immediately.

"Now, little bear, give your momma a good taste."

Looking up as his mother spread her legs, the red and black bear smiled. His tongue slid out, pressing against her pussy lips for a second before shoving in.

Her gasps of pleasure were all he needed to know he was doing a good job. He tongue-fucked her hard, swallowing down her juices and the loads of cum left inside of her. Most of it tasted like the demon - or at least, how he imagined the demon would taste - but he felt something else inside her. Something cooler. Had someone else fucked her while he was asleep? He wished he could have seen that.

The next thrust from his master buried his face in her pussy, almost shoving his entire muzzle tip inside of her. His next breath was saturated with her juices, leaving his lungs almost empty, but he didn't care.

He was where he belonged, and he couldn't wait to thank Moxie for her gift to the family.

The End