#theywrite

Oscar pulled futilely on the restraints to his hands, ones he'd normally be able to break. He couldn't this time though, not with whatever drug was coursing through him. He could still move, still pull, he just felt weak. There was no force to the movement, no strength. His legs were tied as well, though in a different fashion, loosely to two metal rings in the floor. He wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten here, but that probably was an effect of the drug too. He had his legs pressed together, growling out when he was prodded by the hand again. He felt so angry, he wanted to rip their throat out with his teeth. The larger man leaned over him, quite a feat when oscar was so big, speaking with an amused tone, clear malice behind it “spread your legs.” oscar growled, face to the ground, he glared up at him, eyelights flickering in clear resistance and anger. The man laughed, seeming unaffected, unworried. The malice in his tone doubling as he gripped oscars back, claws digging in painfully through his sweater “thought you said you wanted to be taken instead of your little boyfriend. Change your mind? Because it would be so easy to fetch him instead. Wouldnt even hav’ta drug him..”

oscars teeth clenched together, he stared at the wall, his mind racing and blank at the same time. He had no choice. He turned his face more toward the floor, forcing himself to spread his legs against everything inside him screaming to fight. He had no choice. The man laughed lightly, “thats what I thought.” the claws pulled from his back, hand sliding over and behind him to his pussy. Forced pussy. Whatever mix of drugs they gave him included aphrodisiacs, forcing some sort of sub heat.  He sure at hell wasn't enjoying or  wanting it though. He held back the growl in his throat as he felt fingers pressing inside him, stretching him. He knew what was happening. There was nothing he could do about it. He just tried to focus on the feeling of the hard floor beneath him, focus on anything but his own body. The man pressed something larger to his entrance, oscar stared straight ahead at the wall, counting the tiles. They pressed into him,and he couldnt help the tensing of his body, god, that really hurt, it felt like his walls were on fire as he was thrusted into, though the pain was slowly getting overtaken by whatever aphrodisiacs theyd given him. He felt sick as his body reacted to it, building up to orgasm. He clenched his teeth and hands into tight fists, focusing as hard as he could on the wall, the floor, anything else. He could hear their voice, they were saying something, something about how oscar was getting what he deserved for what he did, but oscar was blocking it out. He refused to listen to whatever they were saying, he didnt want those words stuck in his head. an overwhelming disgusting feeling flooded his body when he came, body jerking and tightening around the unwanted appendage inside him, he huffed out against the floor, trying to pretend this wasnt happening, that this was just him and monty playing around with toys or something, but god, that was hard to do when the sounds and scents around him were anything but montys or his comfortable and safe home, especially the gross cackle of the man fucking him.

 He tried to block out the laughed words of how much of a filthy slut he was for actually getting off to this. Oscar knew it was no use to yell back the logic of the drugs or bodily reactions, it didn't matter. It didn't matter, because in the end, he still felt disgusting. The larger mans pace picked up, thumping into him hard and and he felt the cock inside him twitch as it let lose its load before pulling out, shooting more on his ass and thighs.

He felt sick to his stomach, really sick. his stomach rolling and he lurched forward, covering his mouth and gasping as he tried not to barf in his bed.  He stared straight ahead, hands shaking as the cold metal room slowly fuzzed away from his vision, leaving a familiar room in its wake. Monty shifted next to him, a heavy sleeper. Thankfully oscar hadn't screamed himself awake. 

There was a noticeable feeling in his pants though, a wet dripping pussy. He felt his stomach lurch again and he tried to get up without waking monty to rush to the bathroom and barf the contents of what theyd eaten for dinner into the toilet. 

 They'd been acting like this more and more as the days passed, pulling away from interaction, barely eating or doing much of anything. any time tony had tried to pick them up, bring them to the bed or couch, they'd simply wait till he fell asleep or grip loosened to slip away and back to whatever corner or small place they felt comfortable in.

Tony tried to talk to them, ask what was wrong, encourage them, but they would simply stay quiet. Like a dog.

 They felt their soul skip a beat when tony neared and pet their side gently, telling them goodnight. Tears pricked their sockets, but they stayed quiet, burying their face in the blanket. Their thought process was never clear, it was always this jumbled mess and unfocused.

 They felt so confused, their whole life they were taught one thing, they were a pet, they were an object, they were to service and that was their use, their purpose for existing. But now they didn't seem to have that.

Tony said different things, things about 'being like everyone else'.

If they were like everyone else, then why were they here? Why didn't they have a house, or job? Or go to school, or have parents or children or even friends? They had nothing and they couldn't do anything right.

 The only conclusions they could come to was 1: tony simply was delusional, or weird, or both. He was nothing like their other masters, so it was very possible.

Or 2: tony was right, and somehow, they were supposed to be a person.

They were just defective, broken.

Maybe thats why they were made a pet in the first place, because someone knew they werent good enough to be a person.

But now what could they do?

They weren't a pet.

they weren't a person.

they were nothing.

Word count- 1537 one-shot, only part. -based in past- warning for physical and verbal abuse and dubcon/noncon Master wasn't happy with them. A hand collided with the top of their head hard, making them stumble back and fall. Ouch, they fell on their tail wrong, that hurt.. they had tears welling in their sockets, but did their best not to sob, master didn't like it when they cried loudly. They'd been bad again, but master had been gone for so so long.. they knew they shouldn't have gotten out of the locked room to find some food and water, but they were just so hungry.

part 1(under read more)

"shit.." Oscar was laying in bed, his soul thudding. He had just woken up from a dream. One about the little mismatch eyed skeleton he'd been spending more and more time with. Sex dreams were no big deal, he had plenty of those, but this certainly was something he rarely ever dealt with. He glanced down at the low glow coming from under the covers before putting his hands to his face and groaning at the somewhat foreign and slightly painful feeling there.

Jacking off wasn't really an unpleasant thing, but it often could be tedious, taking an annoyingly long time to actually get himself to cum, if he could at all.

Most of the time, he didn’t bother and ignored it, just letting it fade away over time, but the image of his dream was fresh, and it was.. unsettling.. how much he wanted it. He never really wanted anything in that sense, he loved toying with and pleasing his partners, watching them unravel under him and beg for release, but he had never really wanted that release for himself.

Well, at least not before. Even in his few rare heats, he barely pleasured himself and even completely ignored them a couple times, even if it was a bit painful, it wasn't something he felt he needed.

His soul was still pounding, his mind filled with the dream of the smaller skeleton, gasping and moaning under his touch, and god, Monty had begged for him to fuck him, 'I need you inside me, please fuck me, daddy!', it was a little cliche, but damn if he didn’t want it.

Oscar groaned at the thought. Fuck, he might as well try to get rid of this problem, even if it took an annoyingly long time. He reached below the covers, pulling the edge of his underwear down to free his erection. He quickly took it and started pumping, his mind focused on his recent dream. He gasped, panting, shocked at how quickly his orgasm was building at the thought of the other monster. "ah.. ha.. f-fuck.. oh stars.. ahh.. M-Monty.. ya.. feel so good, haa- s-such a good boy-!" He let out another low moan as he came, the thick magic covering his hand and dripping from the blanket over him onto his spine and lower ribs.

He panted for a few moments, catching his breath.

His soul felt unsettled and strange at this new development.

warnings for mentions of miscarriage/child loss, and violent intrusive thoughts. theres two replies that were written by pix before i go off on a drabble. Oscar woke up in a start,  quickly realizing he couldn't move and there was definitely something in his room. He tried to warn Monty, but he couldn't speak either. Nothing would move. His panic rose, he could feel, hear someone edging around the room, towards Montys side of the bed. They were going to take him.   Whatever had him frozen suddenly wore off, and he lunged forward, over Monty in a protective way, yelling loudly for whoever it was to fuck off, only to find there was no one there. The room was empty other than him and a very startled Monty. He sat back, breathing heavily and looking around in confusion. “i.. there was..” he was at a loss for words. He was certain it was real. But it wasn't. (pix)Monty wasn't expecting Oscar to freak out or even lunge across the bed and yell, that was something alarming to be woken up from. "Wh-what what? What is it?" he asked sitting up and looking at Oscar concerned and still a little alarmed. "Its okay babe there is nothing in the room we are safe. I-it was just a bad dream or something." He said leaning on him and cuddling him. "Can you remember what happened?"

Oscar momentarily got up to look under the bed before getting back into it, a look of pure confusion on his face as he put an arm around Monty and patted his shoulder "im not.. uh, they.. they were gonna take you. i guess.." he looked down at him, trying to give an apologetic half smile in the dimly lit room "sorry for wakin you up."