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Red Son buried his face in his pillow. A familiar, rough hand gripped his side. He felt his cunt being rubbed from behind, though he couldn’t tell what exactly was stimulating him. There was a needy heat welling up inside of him, he ground back against the force behind him in an attempt to satisfy it. His arms wrapped around his pillow as he whimpered, feeling far too empty for his own comfort.
“P-please,” he stuttered. “I need it, sir. I’ll be good, I swear it- Please.”
“I’m not sure.” A deep voice above him -his father- said, clearly amused. “How do I know you’re worth it?”
The words sent a spark of panic through Red Son. “I am worthy, I can prove it to you!” He squeaked, desperate for approval. He ground back against his father, hoping his compliance would show the sincerity of his words.
“So you say. Yet you’ve failed me, over and over.”
“Please, father, just give me another chance. I’ll prove it! I swear I will!”
And suddenly, he was being filled from behind. The intrusion was startling at first, but its slow, gentle pace made Red Son gasp in delight.
“Alright, I’ll give you this one last chance.” Red Son felt a huff of air beside his face as his father leaned down to growl in his ear.
“I’d love to have another spawn as beautiful as you, boy.” He felt his father grab his hair and yank his head up. The king began lavishing his son's neck and shoulders with kisses. “What a better way to acquire one than through you?”
Red Son couldn’t manage anything but a weak mewl in response.
“Once I breed you, there’ll be no need to prove yourself. You’ll have done exactly-” his father's pace increased. The king's breath became ragged as his thrusts turned frantic. “-as I-”
Red Son sobbed. He didn’t know how, but he knew that if his father came in him, he’d get pregnant. This was his only chance to escape. But he had to do it, he had to prove he was worth it. His father gripped him with both hands, slamming his son back onto his cock. Gods be damned if it didn’t fit perfectly, and let all the demon kings and queens be damned as well if Red Son didn’t feel like he’d been fucking made for this.
“Please, please, fill me up! Yes, gods, please father- thank you-” Tears ran down his face, and his voice hitched with his father's final, brutal thrusts. “Thank you!” He couldn’t stop the pleas and moans from spilling out of him.
“-required.” His father growled, that final word was the only warning Red Son got before his father emptied into him. His father pressed as deep into him as their bodies allowed. He could feel his father's cum filling him up, dripping out of him, making a mess on the sheets below. But it didn’t stop, his father kept him in place with an iron grip, forcing him to take an ungodly amount of seed. By the time his father pulled out, his stomach was huge and swollen. He looked nearly nine months pregnant. He turned to look at his father in horror. How would he explain this to mother? How would he explain this to anyone? But there was no one behind him. The Demon Bull King had disappeared.
Red Son awoke quietly. He didn’t gasp or cry out upon returning to the waking world. Instead, he stirred from sleep to the sickening wetness between his legs, and the realization of what he’d been dreaming about.
He rolled over and checked the time on his alarm clock. He’d slept in. Not that it mattered if he did or didn’t sleep in, nobody ever came to check on him unless there was scheming planned. The Bull Demon Family had a very loose schedule. Most demons weren’t fond of rigid timelines and perfect punctuality in their day to day lives.
As he sat up, his hand went to his abdomen. He let it hover over his uterus, considering the horrifying dream before angrily snatching it away. He tossed his blanket aside and walked across the room, throwing open his closet’s doors in one sweeping motion.
This was getting out of hand. He’d been having these dreams for months and he was always skittish and distracted after them. They were messing with his ability to perform the tasks his family required of him. He couldn’t let himself be preoccupied if anything important came up. You never knew when the next world threatening event would occur, and as much as he hated helping MK, Red Son couldn’t have the world ending before his family figured out a foolproof way to conquer it.
As he pulled on his clothing, he ran through a list of ways to get rid of these dreams. He’d tried plenty of traditional methods. Meditating, a more relaxing bedtime routine, a healthier diet, and any other change he could get away with implementing without his parents noticing. He wasn’t the most familiar with dreamwalking or dream magic, and it seemed like a pretty drastic step to take, but he was getting desperate.
What he needed was something that would work instantaneously. A magical solution, yes, but nothing too dangerous. He’d previously spent hours scouring The Demon Bull Family’s personal library. The best he’d come up with was a spell for dreamwalking that would require a second participant, who would enter his dream while he was sleeping and interrupt it. This was supposedly a therapeutic method, with the nightmares ceasing after the dreamwalker talked to an inner representation of the dreamer in order to get to the root of the issue.
It was an uncomfortably vulnerable position to put himself in, but it was either that or start researching ways to stay awake indefinitely. That wasn’t an option. As much as he didn’t like rolling the dice every time he fell asleep, he didn’t think staying awake for days on end would improve his capabilities. Besides, MK was the most heroic, goodie-two-shoes type person that Red Son had ever met. The chances that the Noodle Boy would abuse his trust were comically low.
Though if he was going to trust the boy with that task, he should simply try asking for MK’s counsel first. Maybe there was something he was missing, some secret that the Monkey King had passed on to his protege. Or maybe MK had a more grounded way of dealing with the after effects of fatherly bonding. There was no way someone as weak minded as the Monkey Kid got through bonding sessions without issue. He had to be doing something to handle the nightmares and skittishness. Not even MK could be that naturally cheerful. Because if he was, Red Son was even more pathetic than he’d feared.
Red Son looked at himself in the mirror. He’d almost forgotten to put his hair up, and as he stared at himself he couldn’t help but think that something about him looked wrong. He leaned forward, squinting at his reflection. His hair was perfectly pulled back, not a hair out of place. His coat was impeccably clean. Despite his consistent nightmares there wasn’t even a hint of bags under his eyes. Yet the longer he stared at himself, the worse the disconnect became. There was clearly something wrong with him, something painfully off about him, but he couldn’t figure it out.
There were millions of tiny details. They all made his stomach churn.
He stomped away from the mirror, deciding to ignore it. Who cared if he looked a little off today?
Yet he was convinced that if anyone had seen him at that moment, they would immediately know what he’d done with his father. No matter how often he repeated to himself that what they’d done was normal, the idea that someone else would look at him and instantly figure it out terrified him.
Red son burst through the doors of Pigsy’s Noodles.
“Noodle Boy!” He pointed at MK, who had taken on a defensive stance, holding a few bags of noodles up as if to shield himself. MK dropped the stance the moment he recognized Red Son. Tang sat at his usual spot, slurping down a bowl of noodles. Pigsy glanced behind his shoulder in irritation. His face puffed up in anger. He looked like he was about to yell, but instead he groaned and turned around. He’d clearly rather cook than waste his breath on Red Son.
“As our tenuous truce is still in effect, I am demanding your assistance!” Red Son faltered. He honestly hadn’t thought of how he was going to make this sound appealing to MK. “Which is only fair, as my family and I have helped you and your team on numerous occasions. Despite your tendency to steal from us.” There, that should win him some points. MK was such a noble little hero, he’d probably feel at least a little indebted to the demon now, right?
But it appeared Red Son didn’t even need to guilt the delivery boy, as MK began pumping his fists in the air excitedly.
“Aw, heck yes! Lemme guess, you need my super awesome powers to beat up a demon, right?” His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Are we going on an epic quest?”
“The only place you’re going is to deliver those damn noodles!” Pigsy shouted from behind the counter. “I’ve lost enough business to your mystic monkey adventures. Ain’t no way I’m letting Red Son and his demon nonsense distract you too!”
“Pah,” Red son rolled his eyes. “I don’t need your pathetic powers! If any demon dared challenge me I would eradicate them!” He paused. “No, I don’t need your powers. I need your minuscule brain.”
That got everyone’s attention. Tang looked up from his bowl of noodles, Pigsy let out a whoop of laughter, and MK gasped, eyes shining.
“Oh-hoho! Sounds like you have a job for Smartie Kid!” MK struck a pose that, in Red Son's opinion, was less than inspiring.
Red Son crossed his arms. “Are you going to help or not?”
“Of course, man.” MK slung an arm around the fire demon's shoulders. “You’re like, my favorite demon!” Red Son didn’t know how high a compliment that was, since most of MK’s interactions with demons consisted of them trying to kill him.
“MK!” Pigsy shouted, vigorously stirring a bowl of something the fire demon couldn’t see. “Get going already, would ya?”
Red son let out an irritated noise, a spark of flame creeping from his eye. “Weren’t you paying attention, pig? I need to converse with MK, immediately.”
“Yea, so what?” Pigsy grunted. Red Son was about to argue, when the chef continued. “You can pick his brain while he delivers those noodles. There’s enough room in that cart for the two of ya. Chop chop, MK!” Pigsy dropped his bowl on the counter, herding MK towards the door. “And if I get any reviews saying you were late, or the noodles were cold, or any bullshit like that- I’ll fire you on the spot!”
Red Son still wanted to object, but MK was already bounding towards the delivery cart. The fire demon let out a frustrated groan and turned to follow. He looked at the tiny car with distaste. MK had no issue climbing into the old rickety vehicle, but Red Son had some reservations.
“Don’t you have anything less grimey to drive?” Red Son asked, not bothering to hide his disgust. Then he smiled, and barked out a mocking laugh. “What am I saying? Of course you don’t.”
“Are you gonna get in or not?” Mk asked. He raised a playful eyebrow. “Or are you afraid of a bit of dirt? Is that it? Prissy demons scared of getting dirty?”
“I never said I wouldn’t get in!” Red Son seethed. He stomped over to the vehicle and took a seat, making a big show of how repulsive he thought the experience was.
“Alright.” Red Son began. “What I’m about to tell you is very sensitive information, so I don’t want to hear that you’ve gone blabbing to any of your little teammates about-”
“One second.” MK interrupted. He was scrolling on his phone and clearly not paying attention.
“Excuse me?” Red Son said through gritted teeth. He wanted to strangle the boy sitting next to him.
How was it that this oblivious peasant was his first contact for this situation? Red Son bit back the insult that’d been building in his throat. MK was his first contact because he didn’t really know anyone else. This had never been an issue before, because if he had an issue then he would go to his mother or father. He’d never had a problem that necessitated he leave his family for help before.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m going to need a minute.” MK didn’t take his eyes off the screen in his hand. “I have to set up the routes, this will only take a second.”
Red Son sat back against the lumpy seat of the cart. He stared at the ceiling. The longer he thought about this, the more he dreaded doing it. He’d hoped that he could pull MK to the side and have a private conversation. Rushing through the city with MK’s annoyingly upbeat playlist blaring was not his ideal setting. The boy typically used a set of headphones to listen to music, but this was the compromise Red Son was stuck with if he wanted to talk to the kid.
“Ok, everything's all set up!” MK said brightly. He glanced at Red Son, turning the key to start the cart's sputtering engine. Adding another layer of noise to their conversation. “What were you saying?”
Red Son glared, chewing on his lip before continuing. “I was saying that what I want to discuss with you is a secret and must remain so.” MK’s eyes sparkled, the look did not inspire confidence in the fire demon. “Are you sure you’ll be able to keep it a secret, or should I look for assistance elsewhere?”
“Oh yeah, yeah for sure!” MK took a hand off the wheel to wave off the question. “I can definitely keep a secret. Secret keeping is like my third favorite hobby! Y’know, Monkey King told me a secret once that-”
“I don’t care about what Monkey King told you, you rambling fool!” Red Son's hair burst into flames, causing MK to swerve the cart to the side. The fire demon rubbed his eyes in annoyance. He hoped their entire conversation wasn’t going to be this riddled with MK’s babbling. “I need your advice about-” He paused, then shouldered through. He couldn’t let embarrassment stop him after he’d gotten so far.
“I need advice on how to deal with-” Red Son lowered his voice. “f-fatherly bonding.”
“Huh?” MK asked. Gods, he sounded as empty brained as he looked.
“Are you even listening to me, Noodle Boy?!”
“Yup, definitely listening!” MK said, bobbing along to the music. “I just have, like, no idea what that means. I don’t really have a dad.” Red Son froze. If this was all a waste of time he was going to throw himself into the ocean. Luckily, MK continued. “But I guess Pigsy and Tang are kind of like my dads, and we ‘bond’ all the time.”
That was a relief. So MK did know what he was talking about. Apparently, he did it with Pigsy and Tang. That was twice as much as Red Son bonded with his father. MK had surely figured out a way to deal with it by now.
“Right!” Red Son said, his relief visible by the way his shoulders relaxed. “Ok, so how do you deal with the side effects?” MK just stared at him.
“What side effects?”
“I’m talking about the nightmares, you simpleton. The weird dreams and the skittishness and the- the paranoia.”
“Uhhhh, are we talking about the same thing?” MK asked. The lack of recognition in his eyes frustrated Red Son. He’d thought they were on the same page, but now MK was giving him an infuriatingly oblivious look.
“ARGH! Do I have to spell everything out for you?!” Red Son's hands erupted into flames, his mounting frustration fueling them. “I knew you were stupid but this is a new level of pure idiocy!”
“Wha- ok fine! If I’m so stupid, then just explain it to me!” MK shot back. “Why do you always have to be all edgy and cryptic?”
Red Son choked on his words. He knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about. It was normal, it was natural, it was fine. The damned peasant boy had admitted he did it too. So why couldn’t Red Son say it? He turned away from MK.
“I just don’t see why you have to force me to describe it. You know what I’m talking about.” He grumbled, staring angrily at the road ahead of them.
“Red Son, I’m not messing with you. I have no idea what you’re talking about!” MK sounded genuinely distressed. The demon supposed a bit of clarity wouldn’t help, he didn’t have to get explicit or anything. He inhaled sharply.
“After me and my father spend time, ugh, bonding, I have nightmares about him.” Red Son had to force each word out. It was all he could do to not hyperventilate. “I- I keep having dreams of him bonding with me. It’s unpleasant. The dreams make it hard to focus after I’ve had them, and it gets in the way of my work. I figured, since you have experience bonding with your father figures, you’d know what to do about it.”
The cart jerked to a stop. MK jumped out, grabbing the noodles from the back of the vehicle and delivering them with a cheerful shout of “Pigsy’s Noodles!” MK plopped down next to Red Son and started the car up before answering.
“Yeah, ok so, that is not normal.” He said it so flippantly that it took Red Son a moment to process the words. When he did, his eyes caught aflame.
“What?!”
“The only nightmares I have about Pigsy are about him firing me,” MK continued. “And when I wake up I realize they’re kind of funny. Most of my dreams are about cool stuff! And most of my nightmares are about, well, demons and mystic Monkey King stuff. Not spending time with my friends.”
MK continued to ramble about all the different types of dreams he had, but Red Son wasn’t listening. He stared at the road ahead, his stomach churning. The tips of his hair had caught on fire. As hard as he was trying to hold it in, to not show his weakness around MK, he couldn’t help the waves of despair that rolled through him. He was so pathetic. If MK got through bonding so easily, how could Red Son ever show his face around his parents again? Was his mind really so much weaker than MK’s? He was supposed to be a genius. He was supposed to make his father proud.
“Are you free tonight?” Red Son whispered, the words fell from his mouth before he’d even fully committed to the plan. “I need help with something.”
“Uhhhh, I’ve kind of got plans with Mei so-”
“It’s important, noodle brain!” Red Son slumped forward, hiding his face in his hands. “Please.”
The show of distress seemed to get through to MK. “Ok, ok fine! I can reschedule with Mei, but it better be really really important.” He said, frowning. “And you’ve gotta tell me what this is all about, ok?”
“I need you to enter my dreams in order to stop the nightmares. It’s a ritual I read about in an old tome.” Red Son grumbled, face still covered by his hands. The idea clearly piqued MK’s interest, as the boy took his eyes off the road just long enough to need to swerve to avoid a group of pedestrians.
“Aw man, that sounds awesome!” MK said, then he squinted at the demon next to him. “Wait a sec, this isn’t a trick is it? You’re not trying to, like, trap me in your mindscape and kill me there so that I die in real life, right?”
Red Son looked up from his hands to give MK a withering stare. “No, MK, this isn’t a damn movie. The spell is perfectly safe.”
“Oh, good! Cause I’ve been trapped in fake realities before so there’s no way you’d win that fight.” MK sounded so sure of himself that Red Son snorted.
“Hah! If I wanted to trap you I’d order Pigsy’s Noodles addressed to a fire pit and watch you ride your little delivery cart straight in!”
They argued like that, back and forth, until they ended up back at Pigsy’s restaurant. MK went to get the next batch of deliveries and Red Son followed him. Not wanting to sit through another hour of delivery, the demon told MK when and where to meet him- at a park a couple of blocks away. He didn’t want his parents knowing MK would be over, so he planned to teleport them directly into his room. MK agreed to the time and place, then hopped into his delivery cart and sped away, leaving the irritated demon to stare after him.
Red Son glanced at Tang and Pigsy. He tried not to imagine them bonding with MK the way his father had with him. Would they take the boy at the same time, or was that not allowed? He knew so little about the cultural practice his father had described. He’d been too afraid to try to look into it further on his own, though he knew that a more rounded understanding of the subject would serve him well when his father inevitably called on him again.
Red Son grit his teeth together and teleported away in a woosh of fire, ending up back in his bedroom. It didn’t matter what MK did with Tang and Pigsy. Right now, Red Son needed to get things set up for the ritual. Even if everything went as smoothly as possible, it was going to be a long night.