The Darker Side
The Darker Side
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A short story by Mister Muds
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DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic adult material, demons, questionable psychology and philosophy, and general-purpose twistedness. It is "not suitable" for those that are underage. And by "not suitable" I mean I may be sued for not putting some sort of disclaimer here. But really, how could you find it with a mature content filter on? Sort of a catch-22.
Oh, and this story is also a proposal for a game I'm presently working on that's in dire need of a spriter and an artist. Details follow the story. Enjoy.
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The young feline hissed the end of the ancient words, bringing the dagger across his fingertip, just enough to draw a single drop of blood. It was late - late enough that his mother would sleep through anything he did in the relative quiet of his late father's den - and so his ritual passed unnoticed. It was a miracle that the nosy matriarch hadn't found the small altar that he concealed amongst his cluttered room, the entwined figures of the demon god Talshisas and his daughter and wife Imri absolutely pornographic in front of him. She would certainly throw him out if she knew. He put it down to a blessing from the dark ones that her gaze had been muddled, and her attention constantly turned from his room.
Each night, the prayer was the same - he prayed to be turned into an instrument of their will. To be used, so that he may find favor in their sight. Every night, nothing happened.
This night, something changed.
The candles were suddenly snuffed, plunging him into darkness. He gasped, staring into the black, not daring to breathe. And then he heard the word.
"Corruptor."
It was whispered, soft, husky, almost seductive, and he felt a shiver run through his body.
"Corruptor."
Again, as he felt hands - so many hands - tracing over him, peeling his robe back, running over his smooth chest, his firm belly, his cock as it rapidly grew erect.
"Corrupt the world."
He moaned despite himself, and whispered a soft "Yes" at the words. This was to be his role?
"Corrupt the innocent."
And there were so many innocent to bring to the dark ones... even he was that way once.
"Redeem the guilty."
Those that knew of the dark one's pleasures, but did not know of their glory. They would have to be saved. Yes. He nodded, murring as his chin was stroked, feeling the hands stroking more firmly... insistently... he gasped as something plunged into his ass, stretching it wide, followed by something just as thick stretching his piss-slit out. It hurt. Terribly. But he dared not even whimper. This was part of his trial. Part of his metamorphosis.
"Convert the angels."
Angels? He would have to face angels? He gasped now, the sensation too much for him, feeling his shaft spasm and twitch uncontrollably in a dry orgasm. "I... I will!" He cried, part in fervor for his task, part hoping that it would speed the process.
"When you are done... you will walk into hell." The voice hissed once more in his ear, and then a deep, resonant moan poured through the room. Something was shoved into his mouth - into his throat - and he blacked out. He awoke to the candles relit, the altar gone, and the sky still dark outside. A dream? No. Not the way he felt. Sore, and sticky, and with his mouth full of a dreadful taste... he turned to go upstairs, and stopped short. He was covered in semen. Some was running down his leg, some dripping from the corners of his mouth, and... his balls! They looked swollen to the point of exploding.
He shuddered, but did not think of it any more. Too tired. He slumped off to his room, toweled off as best he could, and went to sleep.
The next day, he awoke fitfully right before sunup. The young feline showered slowly, making sure to clean any of the cum from his fur, and then took his time cleaning up. His cock looked... bigger today. It was fairly large for his sixteen years before, but now... now it was quite a monster. Slightly... discolored as well. A symbol of his seal with his masters, perhaps?
He murred, stroking his member, when something... tickled at the side of his head. Pulling him. Drawing him in. Something he could not ignore.
Without dressing, he walked towards his mother's room. The door was closed. Locked. But he could hear... no, feel... something within. He opened something in his mind, something that was not there before, and realized exactly what was happening. He could feel her presence, see her in his mind's eye just as easily as if he was standing in front of her. She was down on all fours, riding an oversized dildo, a sock in her mouth to serve as a gag. All the while, whimpering through it - whimpering the same words over and over. "Yes, master." She bucked back against the toy harder and harder, even though it was stretching her painfully, even though she was not wet enough, and the rubbing was terribly painful... no... because of it. She wanted the pain. She was fantasizing about being a slave.
About being a fucktoy.
And then, with a grin as he realized the true nature of his power, he reached out, took hold of her fantasy... and made it his.
Now, in her mind, he was the master. He was the being to be served. She would try to shake the thought, try to get rid of it, but as long as he was around, her fantasies would be far more powerful. Just his presence corrupted - although he certainly had quite a bit of work before she was safe in the hall of his two masters.
He thought about going in right then. About taking his mother, raping her, and telling her that she would be his from now on.
And he passed on the idea.
Let her stew in the fantasy. Let her think of it until it becomes unbearable. She would be easy - in the end, she would beg him to enslave her, body and soul.
He had other plans for now.
Moving to his room, he toweled up and dressed. A young gentleman of his stature was expected to have business, and he had lingered too long in this small town. He wrote a message to his mother that was just slightly warmer and more affectionate than it should have been - making sure at the same time to leave a few things that suggested his darker nature out in his room. A pair of shackles, half-hidden in his mattress. A whip, barely concealed in the umbrella stand by the door. Perfect.
He was gone before she left, his savings tucked into a jacket pocket, a change of clothes and a few other sundry items in his travelling bag.
There was likely some chaos to be sown in town. Schoolgirls to corrupt, marriages to break up, that sort of thing, but the real carnage was to be found in London, or to the Steam City that had arisen to the north of it. There was just the question of what path he would take... simply seduce the populace until there was none in the city streets who was not beholden to him? Perhaps he would infect the clergy, tearing away the city's celestial backbone? Or go straight to the top - the Queen herself?
So many choices.
He was going to have fun with this.
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PROPOSAL:
The Darker Side will be a game made with RPG Maker XP, released for free. The game will contain no unscripted combat, and little scripted combat. Players will take control of the unnamed thrall mentioned in the story - they will name him before the beginning of the game - as he wanders through the world, his goal to prove himself to his demon masters.
The game will have multiple possible paths and endings, at least 30 sex scenes (preferably more). The content will vary by the artist I work with, but should contain both gay and straight scenes - something for everyone, as it were.
To complete this game, I will need a spriter - while I will not require anything out of the ordinary, I would like a basic sheet of anthro sprites. No unusual animations/etc. I will also need an artist who is willing to do one or two images per sex scene, as well as portraits. I am, of course, willing to work with multiple artists to finish this game, dividing the workload, as long as all parties are fine with this. Much of the content of the sex scenes will depend on the tastes of the artists who work with me, but I have a "throw it all in" mentality; almost no kinks - or story twists - that the artists want to put in will be ignored.
Anyone who's interested can shoot me a PM on here, or just leave a comment afterwards... oh, and needless to say, more of these stories will surface as the game is completed.