Carnival Demon's Harem - Chapter 5
Author's Note: This story contains elements of the following (not all in this chapter, but throughout the storyline): Abuse, Beastiality/Zoophilia, Rape, Pseudo-Rape, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Demons, Violence, MILF, Bondage, Slavery, BDSM, Lolis, Cubs, Love and Consensual Sex. If any of these are not your cup of tea, then I suggest you move on and find something tamer/rougher.
** While there are no furries in this part of the story, they are coming. This is a world where furries, humans, hybrids and demons all exist. This is the very beginning of the Carnival Demon's Harem. **
Written by the amazing duo of MasterAaran and Eirene, with the awesome editing talents of RuthofPern.
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Chapter 5.
During the drive to her house, Terrus saw a handful of humans on the streets, but the closer he got, the more anthro's he saw in front of the homes, mowing lawns or just hanging out. In fact, by the time he got to the house she'd been raised in, the entire neighbourhood was anthro. Cubs Sylver's age played outside, their clothes minimal in the summer heat. But while Sylver had been beaten, they looked well loved and cared for. Head-fur and body-fur groomed well, as close to squeaky clean as could be gotten in the summer, with hoses aimed at them as they played in the mud or wet grass.
Sylver's home was one that looked as run down as one that could be possibly fit for habitation. It truly looked like her father cared nothing about appearances. The single story house was narrow, and had a couple broken windows, possibly from rocks being thrown in by teen-aged hoodlums. Graffiti covered the walls, some of them anthro pride symbols or anti human symbols, while others were just strange markings, possibly gang symbols. It truly appeared that Terrus had saved Sylver at a good time, before the gangs got ideas about the precocious silver-haired girl that now belonged to him.
His Sleek silver car drew glances from several young men lounging down the street against a wooden fence. They looked to be sizing him up, but he simply gave them a vicious look and they turned away, evidently deciding he 'wasn't worth the trouble' as one muttered. The demon-man took a few steps up the nearly ruined sidewalk and paused, examining the house. He shook his head, wondering how a girl with such a poor life had still been so pure. The fact that she was told him that her mother did her best, even as her father beat her. At that thought he felt the rising tide of his anger. The man would never know such Hell as what Terrus was about to bring upon him. He walked through a pair of overgrown bushes, his feet leaving small areas of slightly darkened cement where he stood, though they quickly cooled. He raised a hand and knocked on the door three times in quick succession.
Inside the house, a woman gave a low yelp as the sound of flesh striking flesh could be heard. It seemed that Sylver's father had discovered the girl missing and was taking his frustrations out on her mother. A curse slipped from the man at the sound of the knocking and he growled out, "Don't want anything. Go away!" His attention returned to his wife, and his arm lifted again, his hand balled up into a fist. He was going to teach this bitch a lesson for letting his little whore-to-be of a daughter run away.
Terrus felt his blood boil at the sound of the father hitting Sylver's mom. A woman good enough as she was to Sylver didn't need to be beaten. He would give her such a better life. The door wasn't locked, after all, the father didn't give a shit about anything anyway, but Terrus lifted a leg and brutally kicked the shaky wooden structure in anyway. It splintered under the force of the demonic anger flowing through Terrus, and he strode into the house without stopping.
Hearing the splintering, the father growled under his breath and went for his shotgun. This was his property, by damn, and no one was going to get away with breaking in. Even though this was not what he had in mind for his life (why did that bitch have to get pregnant when they were just fucking around as teens?), what was his stayed his. And by damn, he would teach that to the bitch and make her bring his little slut daughter back to him. That little piece of ass was his, and he was not going to give her up to anyone.
By the time the father had gotten away from Sylver's mother, and into the Hall, Terrus was already in the house, bearing down upon him. His eyes flashed red as he pulled back his fist and slammed it, as hard as he could, into the man's stomach, doubling him over before following up with a hit that slammed his head backwards and made him stagger, "Think that you can just beat and whip and harm the females in your life, eh?" he growled menacingly, his voice growing deeper, "I don't think so... you've harmed the last person..."
Terrus's words hit the greasy, unkempt brute hard, telling him that this guy knew where Kristie was. The man staggered a few steps back before catching his balance again and grabbed the switchblade from his back pocket. The shotgun had fallen after the first hit and was too close to the enraged male in front of him. "Look, man, what I do with my bitches is none of your business. So give me back Kristie and get lost." Lumbering towards Terrus, the human swung his hand with the knife, intending on slicing the other male's stomach.
Terrus stepped to the side, deftly dodging the man as he came in with a side slash aimed at his mid-drift. He caught the wrist with his hand as it passed him, and he forced the swing to continue, right into the wall, where the knife stuck hard. Keeping a grip on the man's wrist, he brought his other hand into the man's elbow, snapping it with a crack. As the man screamed and recoiled, Terrus delivered a sound kick to his stomach, propelling him backwards as he let out an inhuman curse that seemed to change him. His skin turned a light red, as if glowing from the inside, his muscles stood out, and a long tail appeared at the base of his spine. In his hand, he held a long spear with a blade at both ends, "You don't mess with the ones that I've chosen..."
A woman stepped down the hall, holding the wall with one hand while a wet cloth was pressed against the side of her face, her eye swollen shut from the punch from her husband. It was obvious that her other eye had some kind of damage as well, since she looked towards the fight, but didn't recoil from the sight of Terrus in demon form. Her waist length hair hung free around her face and shoulders, gentle waves of red framing her features. Her body looked almost as battered as Sylver's had when he first met the child, though her clothes probably hid most of the worst damage. She was hesitant to speak, knowing her husband was dealing with whoever was here; but she'd also heard his scream of pain and it sent a thrill of pleasure through her, unlike anything she had felt in years. Only one person had ever made her feel like that. "W...who's there?" she asked her voice low and seductive.
The man cradled his arm to him, the pain making him see spots of black in front of his eyes. "You'll pay for that," he yelled, stumbling to his feet again. Hearing his wife, he turned and backhanded her with his good arm before turning back to the creature in front of him. Of course, the spots were growing larger, obscuring his vision, so he hadn't noticed the changes in the male that had invaded his home.
As the man backhanded his wife again, Terrus growled in his throat. He hadn't even looked at her yet; he was concentrating on bringing justice to this pig of a man that dared to beat his wife and innocent daughter. As he came toward Terrus again, the Demon decided this was over. He lifted the spear and drove it through the man's foot, pinning him in place while he grabbed the man by the throat and squeezed, "No... You'll pay... I hope you believe in an afterlife... because I'm gonna make sure you go to hell..." he spat on the man's face, then released him, hefted his spear and spun it in a single swipe. The man fell backwards and hit the floor, cut from groin to neck, dead.
Even though the blow from her husband had staggered her and sent her back into the hallway, she'd remained on her feet and held onto the wall as best as she could...That voice...Sydnie knew that voice. Even though seven years had passed since she last heard it, she knew that voice. It had haunted her dreams, had gotten her through the worst of the beatings from her husband and had given her the strength to protect her daughter...His daughter. That voice threatened to knock her on her ass. "Terrus?" she whispered. "My God, Terry; is that really you?"
He rapidly transformed after his anger began to subside, returning to his human form once more. He staggered for only a moment as his body resumed its normal shape, and then he heard her voice. It was a blast from the past. A one night stand from seven years previous came flooding back into his mind, the woman that he had bedded that night. He had loved her, though he hadn't realized it at the time, and always wished he hadn't lost her. His head snapped up and his eyes focused on her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Through the dirt and grime and bruises, through the blood from the beatings, "Syn?" he gasped, moving quickly to her side and taking her arms in his hands. "Syn... I... can't... it's me Syn... It's Terrus..."
Lifting her shaking hands to rest on his upper arms, Sydnie, called Syn by him for the sinful, luscious way her body looked as she writhed under him, managed a choking cry as she flung herself into his arms. Despite the flares of pain her swift movements caused, she was not letting him go. Not again. "Oh, god, Terrus...Are you okay? That brute didn't hurt you, did he?" As always, Syn showed her nature in caring for others before herself, even with her multitude of injuries caused by her husband. Speaking of whom, her head tilted, listening, "Is he dead, Terrus?" she whispered.
Terrus let her throw herself on him, putting his arms around her back, somehow managing not to hurt her as he did so. He gently held her and rocked her back and forth slowly, "No Syn, he didn't hurt me a bit..." he whispered to her, kissing at her neck and cheek. He could see the mottled bruises that covered her body from head to toe; he would heal her, but only after he got away from this place with her, took her back home. He glanced downward for a half moment, and then nodded, "He's dead... but I won't apologize for it... not after what he did to you and Kristie..." he whispered, leading her away from the body on the floor.
Syn faltered in her step, turning her face up to Terrus. "Kristie found you, then? She's safe?" Her body relaxed against him, knowing that he would only know Kristie's name if he had her hidden away somewhere, protected from the evils of the world. Evils Kristie had seen some of, had even experienced some due to Sydnie's husband. But luckily, Sydnie had been able to keep the worst of the world's evils from her daughter. A daughter she shared... "Terrus, I need to talk to you about Kristie. Before we go to a safe place...It's very important."