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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Burt_Hummel/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Burt_Hummel, Kurt_Hummel, Rachel_Berry
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Incest, Vaginal_Sex, Anal_Sex, Boypussy, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use,
      Drug-Induced_Sex, Underage_Sex, Isolation, Depression, Ambiguous/Open
      Ending, Mpreg
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-17 Words: 2872
****** Ozma ******
by merkintosh
Summary
     Kurt's very young when his father takes him out of school to live in
     the country.
Notes
     Based off of this prompt on the Glee_Kink_Meme and originally written
     anonymously.
When Kurt is nine years old, he comes home from school with a black eye and a
bald patch on the side of his head, his scalp irritated and pink where it's now
visible. A month later, Daddy takes him for a car ride right before bedtime and
Kurt wakes up in front a big old creaky house. Daddy pulls two suitcases out of
the trunk and walks up the stairs only turning back to gesture that Kurt should
follow him.
---
There are empty fields around the house that Daddy doesn't farm. Instead,
there's smooth grasslands surrounding the house all the way to the horizon.
When Kurt's ten and is no longer afraid of big kids showing up outside, he
picks a field and starts to run. He runs for hours and hours, his body heaving
violently as he flings himself forward.
Kurt gives up well before the grass ever ends. Over the years, he'd do the same
thing going in all the cardinal directions, sometimes finding streams, other
times thick forests. Once he follows the dirt road off the house until he finds
a bigger one that resembles the one outside their old house. That direction
scares Kurt the most of all.
---
When Kurt is twelve, he takes to following one their barn cats around. She's a
tiny orange cat with a swollen belly that always walks next to walls, her body
making sharp L's around corners. Kurt never approaches her anymore, his hands
still covered in light scars from where she's clawed him.
One day, the cat curls up in a small alcove in the barn, her belly rippling in
solid waves as she heaves. Kurt watches as small wet masses come out of her
backside, three tiny kittens that struggle and bump around blindly until they
find comfort in their mother's body.
That night, Kurt goes into Daddy's room and curves himself around Daddy's
stomach. He tries to remember his mother, but can't. Instead, he smushes his
eyes shut and listens to the crickets outside singing.
---
Sometimes, Daddy will come up to Kurt and hold his cheek and stare at him. He
does it at night, too, Kurt waking up instantly in the dark while his body
tenses. He'll sit on the edge of the bed and look down at Kurt with sad eyes, a
hand reaching out to touch Kurt's hair. "It's the same color, you know," he'd
say and Kurt would pretend to agree.
Other times, he touches other places; his hands soft and light as he pokes Kurt
in the knees or cups a shoulder or tugs on an elbow. It never bothers Kurt, but
it never feels like Daddy is really touching him either.
---
Every couple months, Daddy leaves in his car and comes back with supplies.
Kurt's taught himself how to cook and at thirteen he barely has to look inside
the tattered old cookbooks anymore. Sometimes, Kurt likes to make lists of
dream ingredients for some of the fancier dishes, but Daddy just grunts at
them.
What's really amazing is the books that Daddy will bring back from his trips.
They're tattered and old with a musty smell that Kurt has grown to love. He
reads every piece of print in each, from cover to cover, including the
copyright pages and wonders what year it is. He thinks it might be the 1970s,
but he's not sure.
His favorite thing is when someone has written inside the books, like little
notes or opinions on what's happening. It makes the book feel loved and special
and Kurt likes that feeling.
His most favorite book though is his copy of the Wizard of Oz that says,
"Property of Ms. Rachel Berry!" in soft pink and has seven golden star stickers
underneath that Kurt picks at with his fingernails until he's afraid the page
will tear. Ms. Rachel has a lot of opinions about the book, although it's like
she's made up a whole new version of it in her head. She's even named the
Wicked Witch of the West. Kurt wishes he had an imagination like Ms. Rachel's,
that maybe he could actually meet her and ask her more about her Oz.
He starts to call the mama barn cat Elphaba in his head, but he never says it
out loud in case Daddy hears and doesn't like it.
---
Kurt's losing track of what certain words mean. He lost time awhile ago so he
thinks he's around fourteen when Daddy kisses him on the mouth while they're
washing dishes at the big sink. He freezes in place, his body growing hot and
cold in waves regardless of the weather. Daddy stops and walks with big strides
straight out of the kitchen, out the front door and goes so far away that Kurt
can't hear his footsteps anymore.
Kurt finishes the dishes and goes to bed even though the sun's still up.
---
There's hair growing on him everywhere in sad little patches like on his chin
and underneath his knees and armpits and in between his legs. Daddy shows him
how to shave, the plastic safety razor awkward in his hands as he tries to
scrape his face without scratching himself.
Later, when he's by himself and knows that Daddy's asleep, Kurt experiments by
shaving off the hair on the rest of his body. He shaves his arms. It all
tingles afterward and he can't stop petting his forearms. It's like he has new
skin now, all soft and sensitive to the touch. The same thing happens when he
shaves his legs and armpits and the thin blond line of hair on his belly.
When he shaves in between his legs, however, he must do it wrong because it
burns instead all night long and he has to sleep with his legs flung open to
soothe the pain away.
---
A week later, the burning comes back and keeps Kurt awake all night long as his
legs fishtail across his sheets.
---
A week after that and the burning is still there and Kurt can't stop himself
from moaning out loud. Daddy wakes up and stumbles into the room, his eyes
heavy and dark as he looks and looks and looks in between Kurt's legs.
With a sigh, Daddy shuts the bedroom door before moving to sit down on the side
of the bed.
---
In the morning the burning has gone away. Instead Kurt aches inside where
Daddy's penis filled him up with stuff. He's oozy in between with a pink goo
that was quickly crusting over and he felt like his insides were torn up into
tiny pieces.
Daddy makes him get up and eat breakfast in the kitchen even though he can
barely walk and hunches over as he hugs the walls. He sits down in his chair
with a flinch and ends up staring between his thighs at the mess he makes on
the seat, pink goo dripping out of him steadily with each breath he takes.
Daddy eats enough for the two of them that morning, his whole body happy and
humming as Kurt tries to stop breathing entirely.
---
Two days later, the burning comes back and he walks over to Daddy's room like
he was told to do, his shoulder rubbing against the hallway wall with every
slow step forward.
Daddy's on top of him a long time unlike before, his hands holding Kurt's legs
open wide by gripping him on the back of his thighs. His penis is bulging and
slick; it tends to slip out and it hurts whenever Daddy reaches down to push it
back in. It hurts when Daddy slaps in and out too but he promises that that
will go away with time. Kurt tangles his hands in the bedsheets and stares at
the ceiling instead of closing his eyes like he wants to.
After Daddy's done, he falls on top of Kurt and it makes him cry out because it
pushes his penis in even deeper than before. Daddy rolls over to the side and
pulls Kurt into his arms with a soft hushing coo. "It's okay, kiddo," he says.
"We'll survive this together, I swear."
---
The burning sickness comes and goes. The spells are unpredictable, with it
lasting only days a few times and weeks on end the others. There are gaps too
where Kurt feels perfectly normal and he spends that time out in the barn with
the cats. The kittens are grown up now, but they're nice to Kurt having grown
up with him around. He'll lay down on the dirt and let them rub up against his
chest and face, their soft fur making him warm inside.
Elphaba looks at him like she hates him and jams herself into corners with her
body pressed firmly against the splintered wood in a hideous arch whenever he
gets near. Of all the cats, she's the one he loves most of all. He feels a
kinship with her. She's his sister and he's got a farmhouse sat on top of him.
---
Kurt knows that what he's got is called a vagina. That's what Daddy called it
the first night when he was explaining the burning sickness. He said that
Kurt's vagina was a bit like a lemon car and that the problem wasn't something
you could fix easy and once, but instead that it was a lot of things going
wrong all at once that had to be continually fixed over and over again forever.
That first night, Kurt had wailed high and thin as he tried to keep his legs
open. Nowadays, it's like his vagina has been carved out into the shape of his
Daddy's penis. When Daddy shoots him up full of stuff, he feles nothing much at
all down there except a vague sense of intrusion.
---
Daddy's eyes are his best feature. They're pale but fiery and strong like his
inner core is made of molten steel and you can see the heat of it coming out of
him. Kurt loves his strength.
Occasionally they have to do it during the day too, when the burning is
overwhelming and Kurt's left crawling on the floor with pain. Daddy would undo
his belt and unbutton his jeans and pull Kurt up by the hips, his penis rubbing
around on Kurt's vagina until he managed to get in. Kurt would drop his
shoulders and bury his head in his crossed arms while his butt stuck up in the
air and Daddy slapped into him with the steady pace he'd found after a couple
months. It was a hard pace meant to finish him off fast and Kurt would struggle
to stop from being pushed around on the hardwood.
When Daddy spurt into him now, Kurt tried to think of it as his insides being
sprayed down with liquid steel to make him strong.
---
Kurt is fifteen years old and Daddy has been leaving for supplies more than
ever before. He says it's because he's needed in town for something he can't
tell Kurt about but Kurt think it has more to do with the letter he finds in
Daddy's bathroom that smells like flowers. The letter's in cursive so Kurt
can't really read it well but he knows the name at the end is Carole.
When Daddy gets back from town, Kurt can feel the burning in his vagina from
the inside all the way out. Daddy looks surprised when he shows up in the
bedroom that night, his eyes bugging out when Kurt tells him he needs fixing,
but he recovers quickly.
Daddy says it's time for Kurt to learn something new and he has him climb on
top and sit straight down on Daddy's penis. Daddy looks up at him tenderly and
it makes Kurt flush across his chest and neck.
Kurt's not sure he likes this, he feels exposed and open, but Daddy sure seems
to love it and he looks fit to burst already. His hands roam across Kurt's hips
and thighs before one wanders inward and touches the hard bump on his vagina.
It makes Kurt flinch and squirm, Daddy's penis jostling inside him
uncomfortably as he presses more and more on that bump until Kurt's whole body
clenches up tighter and tighter with more burning pain.
Kurt whimpers until Daddy's heaves his hips up once, twice then three times and
spurts inside Kurt with a gusty sigh.
Daddy stops going into town as much. He says it's because he didn't realize
that Kurt was getting worse instead of better.
---
Kurt's sixteen and he feels awful. He's tired and sick-feeling instead of
burning up with pain so he knows it's not that, but the sickness doesn't
disappear no matter what for months. It's only after he starts feeling better
that when Daddy's got him pinned to the bed with his legs on his shoulders that
Daddy wraps his hands around Kurt's stomach and frowns.
Later, when Kurt's in his own bed, a hand cupped over his vagina to keep the
stuff inside that he touches his stomach to see what upset Daddy. The muscles
there feel different, harder, and he's puffed out a bit.
The next day, Daddy leaves before breakfast in his car and comes back within
the hour, demanding that Kurt pee in a drinking glass. Kurt's shaking so hard,
he splashes urine on his wrist during his awkward squat over the toilet, but
Daddy takes the warm glass from him before he can even say a word.
That night, Daddy tells Kurt that he's going to have a little brother or
sister.
---
Kurt doesn't understand.
---
Daddy says that Kurt must have wanted some company so badly that he made a
little baby in his belly. Kurt's not stupid and it all sounds too much like a
fairy tale to be true, but he can't think of any other way for it to have to
happened so he accepts what he says is true.
Daddy's happy now all the time. He talks about Mother and how they had wanted
to give Kurt tons of siblings but hadn't been able to before Mother got sick.
He says it wasn't the burning sickness which is treatable.
That night, Daddy rolls Kurt onto his side and snuggles up behind him, his
penis sawing inside him in a slow rocking motion. He keeps his hand on Kurt's
belly the entire time. It makes Kurt feel sick in his stomach.
---
Daddy and he are tossing a football around in the field behind the back porch.
It sails lazily through the air and Kurt catches it easily, resting it on the
large bump his belly is now as he covers his eyes and peers out into the
sunset. Then he tosses it back and the game continues.
---
Kurt imagines giving birth in the barn just like Elphaba. It's him alone in the
hidden spot on his knees in the dirt as he hisses and claws at the floor
through the pain.
In his dream, Elphaba's sitting outside the space like a guardian angel and
watches as he curls up on his side and licks his baby clean.
---
Kurt writes letters to Ms. Rachel Berry in his head because he's afraid to see
what he wants on paper. He leans against the headboard of his bed and rubs
circles into his swollen belly and dreams.
---
Daddy brings home small plastic containers full of green plants. "They need a
bit of watering, that's all," he says and Kurt looks at the paper tags on
little stakes inside the dirt of each. He waters them everyday, the basil and
rosemary and coriander and more are all aromatic and bring a new pleasure to
his days as well as new flavor to his cooking.
---
A week later, Daddy's got Kurt on his knees when he pokes a finger up his butt
and then two and then Kurt's wailing as he pokes his penis inside. A few days
after that, Kurt starts leaking and Daddy takes to touching Kurt's chest where
it's painful and swollen, his fingers traveling through the wet trails from his
nipples before he licks them clean like he's starving.
Kurt doesn't really know what to say either time because right now his body's
so swollen and alien to him that every new thing he feels is a different kind
of pain. He sits in his bed more and more, hands rubbing constantly at all his
new sore spots.
---
Feeling brave one night, Kurt reaches down around his monstrous stomach and
rubs against the hard little button on his vagina until he feels damp and
shivery. The baby kicks him in the bladder.
---
Kurt gives birth so late at night, it might as well be morning. The bed is
destroyed, covered in fluids and blood, and Kurt feels so empty inside that
he's frightened until Daddy comes back with his baby sister. She's swaddled
tight in a white blanket and all he can see are her pale blue eyes and soft
blonde cloud of hair when Daddy transfers her into his arms, gesturing for Kurt
to put her to his nipple.
---
He names her Rachel.
---
He names his brother Oz.
---
Burt names his youngest Elizabeth.
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