Djabo's true comings...
Dran layed up against the wall, looking out the barred window. He looked over at his desk, seeing the folder on it.
"I should really read it... But I'm scared..." Dran said, looking out the window again and sighing. He has lost his past, but he wasn't really sure if he wanted it back.
"I will leave that to you..." Koku said, walking out of his room and silently closing the door.
"Fine..." Dran said, alittle upset from now being alone. He picked up the file, walking over to his bed and sitting down.
"Ok... Now to read my past..." Dran nervously said, opening the file to the Past tab.
Dran began to read the words, they passed through his head and began to make a mental image of his past. He started to see a picture of his house and his family.
Dran was born in a small shack on the island Desperation. His family consisted of his mother, Eva, a Bear and his father Mark, a boar. Eva had the kindest of eyes, while Mark had the most anger ever.
The shack they lived in was a small house on the coast, over seeing the next island with a large city on it. The house had a bathroom, 2 bedrooms, a large living, a good sized kitchen, and alot of appliances. Dran stayed in his own room, it filled with clothing that barely fit him and a wardrobe of books of alchemy and random items created from alchemy. His room was very messy, along with his bed, but he was happy with it. His father was a small drinker and a small smoker, along with abusive of his mother. When he left with his mother to the store or forest hunting for food, Dran had to council her in staying alive and being happy. With this, Dran wasn't happy.
One fateful night, when Dran was at the age of 13, Dran witnessed something terrible. He snuck out of his room into the kitchen, getting some food to fill his empty stomach. He only had on briefs and a T-shirt, for he didn't expect anything to happen. When Dran reached the fridge, he heard his parents fighting in the living room. He went around the wall to see the commotion.
"Get the hell away from me!" Eva yelled, throwing Mark backwards.
"Come now, baby, just alittle kiss..." Mark said, giving a dark grin.
"Never! You reek of beer!" Eva said, angered at this. Drinking was never her thing.
"Alright, then I'll just have to kill you..." Mark smiled at this, widening his eyes. He lunged forward, pulling out a revolver with a blade at the end of the handle. He plunged it into her chest, blood dripping out onto the floor. She tried to scream for help from the outside, but she was muffled from the blade in her lung.
"Don't scream... You'll wake our child..." Mark laughed, violently tearing the blade from her chest. Blood splattered against the wall, hitting a picture, the couch, and Dran face. She fell limp against the floor as Mark licked the blood off of his blade. Dran fell backwards, terrified from what he just saw. He crawled backwards, hitting the counter on accident and knocking over a bowl, it broke against the floor. Mark turned around, this time in his Djabo form. He grown to about 7 foot, having 3 horns from his head and a dark glare.
"Dran? Is that you?" Mark got up, turning to Dran who huddled into a ball in the kitchen. His eyes glowed a deep red, his horns glistening from the moonlight.
"Y-Y-Yeah..." Dran nervously said, getting up and standing at attention. He was petrified and could barely stand without falling.
"Come here..." Mark said, his hand going to his lower parts and began to get hard.
"O-Ok..." Dran said, walking to him and standing at attention, only about a third of Marks size.
"Now then..." Mark got to his knees, taking off Drans underwear and shirt. He was already clothless and fully hard. Dran was petrified with fear, not knowing what was going on.
"Bend over..." Mark gave a dark grin. Dran listened, he had no other option. He thought 'If I fought, he would easily over-power me. If I ran, then he would come and kill me...' and then he had no option. Dran got to his hands and knees, exposing himself.
"Very nice... During this night, I shall give you a great power..." Mark said, his right hand wet from drowl and fingering Drans tailhole, his left hand taking some of Evas blood and putting it on his hard member. Dran trembled, feeling the finger go inside and widening his hole.
"Are you prepared?" Mark asked sarcastically, he took his finger out of his hole and licked it. "Tastes nice..." Mark laughed, positioning himself behind Dran.
"N-No..." Dran said, trembling. His breathe grew heavy and he began to sweat.
"Yes you are..." Mark said, slowly going within Dran and used Evas blood as lube.
Dran grunted with pain, his hole wasn't wide enough for the big member trying to go within.
"Your doing great..." Mark closed his eyes, pulling out and going back in, getting a rythym going and slowly humping Dran.
Dran held in his screams of pain. He trembled greatly, crying and sweating. His bowl walls rippled around Marks member.
Drans tailhole got bigger to fit Marks member, as Mark went faster and harder. Dran cried more and breathed very heavy.
"Father... It h-hurts..." Dran barely gasped between the thrusts.
"Yeah, but just alittle bit more..." Mark said, laughing alittle and thrusting more. His breathes got heavier. Dran and Mark both knew that he was nearing his limit. "So close..."
Mark went fully in, cumming into Dran and grunting greatly into the air, breathing heavy and laughed about his orgasm. Dran screamed in serious pain as he felt the cum hit his insides. He grunted in pain, breathing heavy and sweating profusely. He felt the cum drip out of his hole, along with his mothers blood and his own blood.
After a few minutes of intense pain and orgasm, Mark got up from Drans back and pulled out of him, still breating heavy. He had a smile upon his face. "That was very good, Dran... You take well from your father..."
Dran couldn't talk. He was in pain and nearing exhaustion. He felt a feeling in his stomach of movement and heat. Dran just grunted and snorted.
"That feeling you have... That is your Djabo form, just like the form I am in now." Mark said, widening with arms and showing off his body of an 8-pack and black and red fur. His 3 horns still glistened and his eyes were still red. Dran looked back at Mark in disgust, but he couldn't show it. Dran held his stomach and passed out on the floor in his mothers blood. Mark stood up, turning back into his boar self in an explosion of blue sparks. He laughed as Dran hit the floor.
"It will only hurt for alittle while..." Mark said before Dran passed out. "Then you'll end up enjoying your new power..."
Dran dropped the folder on his bed, tearing up alittle from the rage in his heart. His Djabo form was speaking within his mind.
"So that's how I was created?" Djabo asked.
"Yeah, that's how..." Dran said, angered and hurt from the past. "I have also learned that all FreeVolts have a Djabo form, but they get them from a ceremony they perform. That bastard... He raped me to give me you..."
"Well, you are happy I am with you, right?" Djabo asked, knowing this was a touchy subject.
Dran stood up, walking to the window and leaving the folder on his bed. "Yeah, I'm glad your with me... But he didn't have to kill Eva or rape me with her own blood..." Dran stared outside, angered. He know can remember the truth.
Djabo also learned of how he was created. He know knew the truth as well.
"I'll need more of it later... Alright?" Dran said, walking past the folder on his bed and to the door.
"Yeah, later..." Djabo agreed, hugging Dran within his mind.
Dran stepped outside, meeting up with Koku who was leaned up against the wall, waiting for Dran to exit. "Welcome back." Koku said, smiling.
"Let's get something to eat. I'm starved!" Dran said, laughing, burying his feelings of his father and now had to feel better.
They both left to the mess hall to grab something to eat.