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works/12018486.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      妖怪ウォッチ_|_Yo-Kai_Watch
  Character:
      Kodama_Fumika_|_Katie_Forester, Rebecca_Forester, Jason_Forester
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Past_Rape/Non-con, Depression, Furry
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-06 Words: 3135
****** Slipping Away ******
by Goombario
Summary
     Rebecca Forester is worried about her daughter, Katie. She never
     leaves her room, won't speak, and now Rebecca suspects her home is
     haunted.
If Rebecca Forester was asked to say one thing about her daughter, Katie, it
would be that she was very proud of her. Katie wasn't a bad girl in the least;
she had perfect grades in school, lots of friends, was very energetic, and
loved life. Her daughter's bright, brown eyes made every day great for her
mother, and she had very high hopes for Katie's future.
Unfortunately, those hopes were slowly dwindling. Rebecca couldn't pin down
when exactly the change occured, but it felt like things had always been this
way. When Rebecca thought hard, she could remember Katie bringing home perfect-
graded tests and happily telling stories about her day, or watching her ride
off on her bike to meet friends. Neither of those things happened anymore.
For one thing, school and Katie didn't mix anymore. Although Katie still went
to school when her mother forced her, which at one time involved literally
pushing her out the door, it was obvious that she didn't want to leave. As soon
as Katie returned home that day - which was earlier than she should've, but
Rebecca didn't pry - she went straight back up to her bedroom and locked the
door without so much as a greeting.
The evenings were no better. Rather than join her parents for dinner, Katie
would quickly come downstairs, pile up a plate with as much food as she could
carry, and within seconds the sound of her door slamming shut would echo
throughout the house. Those bright, happy eyes that her mother loved seeing as
Katie told her parents all about her day were long gone--Katie's eyes seemed
dull and lifeless, and her brown hair, which she used to spend hours on, always
looked dirty and unkempt. It was as if overnight, Katie just stopped caring
about her life.
Rebecca had looked into this, of course; if she could help her daughter in any
way, or possibly bring back her old personality, she would do anything. At
first she thought maybe Katie had become invested in a video game or something
of the sort, but that wasn't it. Katie wasn't one for constantly using the
internet, either, so she hadn't become obsessed with the computer.
All Rebecca ever heard coming from Katie's bedroom were loud thumping or
squeaking sounds--any other parent would think their daughter had a boyfriend
in their room and was trying (and failing) to be silent during sex. Katie had
no boys in her room, though--that was found out after her father, Jason, barged
in one night, having finally become fed up with his daughter's newfound
attitude, or lack thereof. When he looked inside Katie's room, all he saw was
his daughter lying on her bed covered by a blanket, looking at him with cold,
dead eyes. The look, he described to his wife, was like Katie was completely
gone. She showed no interest whatsoever in her father invading her privacy,
instead just turning to stare at the wall when he looked at her.
If worrying about her daughter wasn't enough for her, Rebecca could swear that
something paranormal was happening in her home. She had convinced herself that
stress from Katie was just making her see things, but it had been more than
once that she would look in a mirror and see a very depressed-looking white
ghost looking back at her. The ghost had thick, purple lips that always wore a
frown, and its eyes were always looking away, like it couldn't bare to look her
in the eyes. There were instances where Rebecca heard someone whisper "I'm so
sorry for this" or "It's all my fault" after seeing the ghost again.
She would blink or rub her eyes, and the ghost would be gone. Rebecca just kept
telling herself it was stress, and nothing more. Anything else would make her
start losing her hair, she was sure. Besides the ghost, there were times that
she would hear a cat's angry hissing from different rooms of the house, despite
the family not having a pet. She recalled once finding purple fur on the floor
in front of Katie's room, or at least it looked like it--her husband assured
her it was just loose thread from Katie's clothing, and she let the matter go
from her thoughts.
Thump ... thump ... thump.
There was the sound again. Although Rebecca couldn't see it, she knew it was
the sound of the headboard of Katie's bed slamming against the wall. Before she
changed, Katie didn't toss and turn in bed so much, which worried Rebecca after
she read that moving around in bed could be a sign of stress.
Squeak ... squeak ... squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak!
And silence.
The silence was more worrying than the sound, for some reason. Perhaps Katie
was having a nightmare and the silence signaled waking up from it, or maybe she
had finally found a comfortable spot in her sleep. Whatever the reason, the
silence never stayed--anywhere from a minute to five later, the thumping would
resume. She considered taking Katie to a doctor to find the reason for all of
this change, both in personality and sleeping habits, but Katie refused every
time it was brought up - and the last (and final) time Rebecca suggested it,
Katie simply broke out in tears and ran back to her room, like just the
suggestion of change was taunting her.
Days turned to weeks, and those weeks finally turned to months--the longest two
months that Rebecca could remember. Eventually her curiosity got the best of
her, and despite her previous mental protests, she decided to invade her
daughter's privacy as well. Unlike her husband, she would simply press her ear
against Katie's bedroom door--if anything, just to hear that her daughter was
still alive and breathing.
One particular night, she wasn't greeted by the usual thumping and silence--
instead, she heard quiet moans coming from her daughter. Besides quick gasps
and pleasured-sounding moans, Katie would whisper "faster," or "harder" between
breaths. That didn't worry Rebecca; Katie was getting older, and masturbation
was something that her daughter might try. The moaning she could deal with, and
even the speaking--it might be fantasizing about a boy she liked, after all;
the other things Katie would say were what worried her: "I'm sorry," "I'm yours
forever," "I'm just a dumb human slut," and, perhaps the most disturbing,
"Please don't hit me again."
It was odd enough that Katie was referring to herself as a "human slut," but
she was imagining someone hurting her? What kind of boys did she hang out with
at school? The three boys she used to spend time with seemed very nice, so
surely it couldn't be one of them being abusive, or so Rebecca hoped.
Regardless of her daughter's newfound interest, or, heaven forbid, sexual
fetish, Rebecca decided that enough was enough and gently tapped on Katie's
door with her knuckle. Katie gasped in surprised, and within seconds the door
slowly creaked open. Katie peeked through the crack and looked into her
mother's eyes, waiting in silence for her to speak.
"... What." Katie finally spoke after her mother stayed silent. "What is it,
mom. I'm busy." Her voice lacked any emotion, not even a hint of being annoyed
with her mother's interruption. Calling it "blah" wouldn't begin to describe
how little energy was in Katie's speech.
"I ... uh, well, I can hear that, honey." Rebecca replied. "Are you okay? Your
father and I haven't seen you downstairs in a while now, and we're getting--
" her questioning was cut off by Katie slowly closing the door in front of her,
ignoring her mother's concern. Rebecca sighed and shook her head; she could
force the door open and yell at her daughter, or plead with her to open up and
talk about her problems, but it wouldn't work. If Katie stayed quiet to her
very forward father, she certainly wouldn't give in to a concerned, pushover
mother.
Everything finally came to a head one evening when Jason barged inside the
house, clearly drunk. Rebecca smiled at him, but cringed when she smelled the
strong odor of alcohol following him; it wasn't often he drank, and when he did
it was purely social with his co-workers. This wasn't a "work party" drunk,
this was a "quell the anger" drunk. His footsteps were loud and heavy as he
barged up the stairs, growling and muttering something under his breath; all
Rebecca heard was "ungrateful little ..." which she assumed was describing
their daughter.
"Katie! You have three seconds to open this door and explain yourself to us
before I walk in myself!" Jason commanded, beating on Katie's bedroom door with
a tightly-clenched fist. "One!" Katie didn't reply, nor did the doorknob move.
Jason looked furious at his daughter's lack of interest. "Two!"
"Dear, please, let her be. I'm sure she's just going through something."
Rebecca protested. Jason glared at her and shook his head, reaching for the
doorknob.
"One more second, young lady!" Jason yelled through the door. He was met with
absolute silence. "That's it! Three!" and with that final warning, Jason turned
the knob. As expected, the door was locked. With a hard, forceful push against
the door, Jason forced it open, stepping inside with Rebecca behind him. The
two froze in their tracks, staring at the sight of their daughter before them.
Katie lay on her bed, completely nude save for her pink watch dangling between
her breasts, loosely held by a blue lanyard. Neither of her parents could
explain where this watch came from, nor why it was the only thing on her body,
but that wasn't their concern. Katie's eyes remained dull, lifeless, void of
any hope as she looked forward at her bedroom window, as if she was unable to
hear her parents forcing their way into her room.
Sweat was pouring down Katie's chest, stomach, and thighs as she breathed
heavily, her chest heaving up and down every few seconds. Rebecca's eyes
trailed down her daughter's body, looking for any kind of injury; Katie's
vagina was wet and dripping, as if she had been masturbating and had just
finished before her parents stepped inside.
"Katie?" Rebecca stepped forward, looking down at her daughter. "Katie? Are you
all right?"
"Should I call an ambulance?" Jason asked, standing next to Rebecca, looking at
the wall and away from Katie's naked body.
"I ... I'm not sure." Rebecca replied. As a mother, everything in her mind was
screaming at her to get help for her daughter; however, what could a hospital
do for a girl who was doing nothing but staying in bed and touching herself?
Katie still ate and her body seemed to be functioning normally, at least on the
outside. "I'll keep an eye on her, and if things don't improve, we'll go
tomorrow. Go look up a phone number for a therapist, Jason. We need to fix
this."
Jason nodded and left the bedroom, leaving Rebecca alone with her daughter. She
reached down and stroked Katie's cheek with one hand, but Katie didn't face
her.
"It's going to be okay." Rebecca whispered, doing her best to hold back the
tears burning her eyes. "We're going to make everything better, don't worry."
Katie heard her mother's footsteps followed by the creaking of her door slowly
closing. With her mother gone, Katie sighed, looking at the room around her.
Once it was clear that her mother was gone, a figure started to appear in front
of her in a puff of purple smoke. At first glance, the creature that appeared
looked completely harmless: a purple dog standing on two legs, with two large,
heart-shaped ears and the most innocent, cute eyes one could ever look into.
Those eyes just happened to be slightly red on the bottom, as if they turned
from sweet to evil the further down one looked, but surely this creature must
be peaceful, right?
It, or "he" as one should say from the large, throbbing pink erection coming
from between his small, purple-fured legs, normally wore leg-covering green
pants and a long, white shirt, but these were tossed aside on the floor so he
could move without restriction. Puffy purple fur wrapped around his neck, with
the same fur making up his wagging tail as he eyed Katie's body. His cute eyes
were no longer such, looking menacing as he approached. Anyone unfamiliar would
think he was just a dog's ghost, but Katie knew him as the Yo-kai Pookivil. It
certainly wasn't a pleasure to know him, either.
"That took long enough." Pookivil said. "A Yo-kai can't fuck his human slut
without her damn parents interrupting him all the time." The Yo-kai hovered
slightly above the floor, moving close to Katie and reaching for her. He used
the top part of his paw to trace around Katie's lips, slowly pushing it inside
of her mouth. On instinct, Katie started to gently suckle on the rough, furry
digit in her mouth, looking into the supernatural figure's eyes. "Aren't you
glad we met, Katie? You're my little toy until the day you die, and no one else
will ever see me but you. All thanks to that pretty little watch between your
tits. Now, what do we say?"
"I love you." Katie replied. Her voice lacked any sign of love, but she meant
her words. She didn't mean them by choice, at least not at first, but a spew of
insults combined with constant rape made a person say whatever kept them from
being abused again.
"Yeah, you do. But that's not all you love. You're glad you made friends with
my dick too, right?" The Yo-kai replied, moving to the bed. "Come on, get up
and take my cock. You got to rest because your parents messed things up. I
never said I was done with your pussy."
Katie slowly nodded and sat up in bed, moving her body to rest on her hands and
knees. Pookivil took his erection in his paw, positioning the tip in front of
Katie's wet, waiting opening, sliding it inside of her. That was the only thing
gentle that Katie got to feel and, although she didn't like admitting it to
herself, enjoyed. As soon as the Yo-kai's erect cock was inside, he started to
furiously thrust inside of her, taking a grip of her sides with both paws as he
forcefully pounded away at Katie's pussy.
"Just ... think ..." Pookivil spoke as he had his way with Katie, who had to
keep focused to prevent going limp and collapsing on the bed, "if you hadn't
... tried to make friends with Yo-kai ... I wouldn't be here!" with those last
words, Pookivil let out a groan, emptying yet another load of hot, white cum
inside of Katie. Katie's pussy clenched around Pookivil's cock as the hot seed
entered her, making her orgasm from the feeling alone. It wasn't a blissful
sensation, but Katie tried to get by with any pleasure she could possibly get
from this--if she didn't have that, she didn't know how she could bare this new
life.
" ... I love you." Katie repeated, already knowing that's what her captor
wanted to hear. "I'm just a stupid human slut for my Yo-kai master." She had
said this line multiple times that day, but it never failed to make Pookivil
chuckle wickedly before beginning to fuck her once again.
"I guess I have that ghost guy to thank as well ... and that thug purple cat
certainly put up a fight!" Pookivil resumed thrusting inside of Katie, his seed
serving as a lubricant to speed up his movement. When Pookivil first entered
Katie's home and revealed his intent, her two Yo-kai friends and roommates, the
ghostly Whisper and gangster-wannabe cat Baddinyan, had no intention of letting
this new Yo-kai have his way. Unfortunately for Katie, the two were quickly
defeated and forced to flee--they still haunted the Forester home, revealing
themselves to Rebecca from time to time, but stayed depressed in Whisper's
case, or furious in Baddinyan's. They had failed their friend, and stayed in
the house to hopefully prevent Pookivil's demands from getting any more
violent, despite being unable to defeat him in a fight.
Katie kept hope for some time that Baddinyan would decide to barge into the
room and fight once more, but it didn't happen; even the bad-mannered cat knew
when he had been beaten. Katie was thankful that he and Whisper stayed, but
knowing they just wandered the house in disappointment of themselves didn't
make her situation any more hopeful. Instead, the only thing she could hope for
was that Pookivil didn't become annoyed at her and slap her again with his
surprisingly forceful paw, telling her how low of a person she was for being
the toy of a deceptive ghost dog.
Katie's face was buried in the sheet under her with her backside in the air as
Pookivil held on to her for balance, keeping his small body still while fucking
her as fast as his little hips could manage. He growled, which Katie knew was
signal for his orgasm approaching again--it was one of the signals she
preferred. If the orgasm was particularly hard, he would nip at her. If it was
pleasurable, he would growl or howl. If she didn't express enjoyment, begging
him to continue or through moaning, he would slap her across the face or bare
his sharp teeth to frighten her into submission.
As Pookivil shot another rope of cum into her from behind and pulled out of her
pussy, slapping her leg with his paw in instruction, Katie turned over to lay
on her back, opening her legs and watching as the purple Yo-kai approached. She
slightly lifted her hips, allowing him entrance just before he shoved his cock
inside and started to furiously thrust. Katie looked at the pink watch around
her neck, seeing it bounce along with her budding breasts as Pookivil had his
way with her.
It was all that watch's fault. If she hadn't tried to make new friends, she
never would have found Pookivil. She never would have fallen for his fake
kindness and friendship. She wouldn't have lost her virginity to a Yo-kai. Most
importantly, this wouldn't be her life.
Day in and out, Katie surrendered to Pookivil's ways, getting fucked as fast or
as hard as he pleased, all hidden to her parents who simply heard a moving bed
or saw their daughter lying nude, taking advantage of the temporary pause from
Pookivil not wanting to shake the bed when they were looking and raise
suspicion, despite neither of them being able to see or hear him.
It was all the watch's fault. It was all the Yo-kai's fault.
And things would stay that way.
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