Misery Loves Company

Birds, Bees, And A Flashback

Warning ⚠️

Rape

Not too much but enough to infer and potentially trigger, if just skip to the next chapter when you get to brackets if you don't want to read it.

You let Dream sit across from you, though he still sits on your bed.

You feel like something is weighing you down....

You shift where you sit, "so, our souls are different..." you start summoning your purple and black apple shaped soul. "they are neither monster nor human souls, as we are neither, and there are differences and similarities that come with them" you continue, "a common similarity is that our souls are our main weak points, if someone holds your soul, they could do anything to it", you take your soul in hand as an example.

"a difference between ours and monsters, is its shape and origin, we are essentially demi-gods" you say, looking up at Dream's awestruck star shaped eyelights. "wow, that's cool, but why can't they be touched?" he asks, tilting his skull.

The moment you've been dreading...

"there are are a multitude of reasons, most being common for monsters and humans as well but the main reason you should never let another touch your soul is the fact that our souls are absorbent, they absorb any emotions or magic from contact by default. the magic that enters from others into our soul will always be too much as it is much more potent than what is in the air and in food, and in an effort to discharge the magic it will send your body into heat and the foreign magic will take the form of a child, mixing with some of your own magic. aka, you will have a child" you explain.

You pant, out of breath from that word vomit. Dream stares at you with furrowed brow bones, "sorry, what? i didn't catch any of that" he admits rather sheepishly. You take a breath in before explaining it again, slower this time.

"so it's basically sex?" he asks, "yes, exact- wait, who taught you that word?!" you screech, horrified and angered at whoever corrupted your brother's innocent mind. "some of the villagers were reading a book about it and showed me once, they told me to tell them if anyone ever touched me like that" he said, "fine, but do tell me if anyone ever touches you like that as well" you request, trying to quell your anger.

"so how'd you find out about it?" he asks, and you cringe, unwanted memories rushing back. You hear your door squeak and sigh, if there was ever a moment where you were thankful for Killer's nosiness it'd be now, you snatch him up with a tendril and put on a face of anger. "want tell me why you thought you could spy on our conversation, killer?!" you hiss, watching as Killer simply lets you hold him, knowing you wouldn't harm him in front of Dream. "b-boss-, i was just-", strong fear cuts through his usually emotionless soul and you cut him off, "spying, why?", you plaster a sneer on your face.

"i'm sure he didn't mean it, nighty!" Dream exclaims, drawing your attention from Killer, you sigh. "i suppose not, after all, i know one of my most trusted members would never speak of one of my darkest secrets, not if it put both me and you in danger" you say, giving Killer a painful squeeze before dropping him with a glare.

Your tendrils give a twitch of defience and your glare hardens, trying not to show the fact that they are annoying you, it always got them worked up. "though, you came at a good time-" you say, being interrupted by Dream, "but brother-", you take the chance to escape and cut him off before the question is out. "i have work to do, this conversation is over" you say before teleporting to your office and locking the door.

You are barely sitting on your seat before harsh memories flash through your mind, and you breathe faster, shaking your head in order to push them away. The memories play out anyway, and you begin reliving the worst week of this life.

Day two.

[ "Well, look at what we have here!" a tall wolf monster exclaimed, bending down a bit. You blearily notice the shadowed figures standing behind him. Your tendrils were unsummoned, leaving you defenseless as you didn't have a grasp on your powers or apendenges. You groan, trying to sit up.

You swear you were just in Dreamtale, did your magic teleport you while you were having your panic attack?

The wolf shoves you back down, pressing his shoe to your sternum. You hiss in slight pain and try to shove it off but instead he stomps down, and you hear a small cracking sound. Whimpering, you stop moving, "what-?" you rasp out, barely able to speak. Your voice was almost gone and it made you strain to whisper.

You hold his ankle in place, lifting it just enough to no longer be cracking your sternum. He laughs as your wrists and ankles are grabbed, making you cry out in surprise. "what the heck are you doing?!" you screech as he straddles your waist, "Shh-" he hushes you, "Wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, would ya?", he starts unbuttoning your purple tunic.

You shriek, panicking until a hand is slapped over your fused teeth, muffling your cries. "You're lucky it's me and my group who found you, and not someone else. They'd have just ripped your clothes and left you with nothing to wear afterwards, I, however, am a monster of mercy" he says with a sharp grin as he tosses your shirt to the side.

You feel your socket begin to burn with unshead tears, he hushes you again, "Aw, don't worry, me and the guys'll take good care of ya. If you listen, it'll even hurt less", his grin grows. He stands and your feet are released, you take the chance to kick out and hear a curse. Someone hits you, hard, on the skull and you let out a muffled yelp that devolves into a sob.

You freeze, feeling hands dip into your pants and begin to pull. "Stop struggling or I'll fuck your socket instead!", you freeze again and shiver when cool air hits your legs. You whimper as you realize that you're completely bareboned in front of these strangers, you open your socket, not realizing that you'd closed it in the first place.

You try to scream as your soul is grabbed from inside your rib cage, "Ooh, what's this?" the wolf coos. Someone above you speaks out, "What the fuck? Why does it look like some kind of black apple?", the wolf grins. "Y'know, I heard some human scum talking about black apples yesterday, said they tasted really crisp and sweet" he says, and he looks you in the eyelight.

"Wonder how it'd taste if I took a bite" he leans down and nudges the hand from your teeth, "Ya look like you wanna say something, sweetheart~". The hand leaves your mouth, "you can't" you say, sobbing lightly, "Oh, why can't I?" he says, tauntingly. "i-it's my soul, please, please, i'll do anything, i don't want to die" you beg, and he strokes the outline causing you to try and muffle your choked off moans.

"Ah, right, don't want the fun to end too soon" he says, still stroking your soul. "I know your kind can-" he starts and you feel a bit confused, "Form your body for me" he finishes and you whimper. "i-i can't", your tears feel hot as they stream down your face, he grabs your chin, "Why not?!" he demands. You pause, choking as your soul is squeezed, "i-i've ne-never-", he cuts you off, letting your chin go, "Oh, I see, let me help you then" he whispers.

You gasp wetly as your pelvis is rubbed, the pubic arch seeming to be his main focus. You arch your spine, trying to get away from the unwanted pleasure that was just going to make you hate yourself even more, "please, stop!!!" you beg. No matter how much you hated it, it didn't hurt physically so your body liked it, that much could be told as your magic began to condense in your pelvis.

Your hips are pushed back down and you squeeze your socket shut, someone rubbing their hands over your ribs, it hurt and your crying grew louder, hitching as something small pushed into your soul.

Something snapped over your torso and stopped at your knees, your ribs still ached, you heard a whistle, "We got ourselves quite the looker, boys!" they say excitedly and you hear someone give a whoop.

You cry harder, faintly hiccuping.

Someone...

Anyone...

Please, help...

But nobody came...]