330 My OC Stash #30 - Never Make Drunken Pacts With Eldritch Abominations by Xahn (WormXLoveCraft)

-Just Danny knocking up the females of the Barnes family, (possibly all other female capes) for revenge and to gain power through lewding, thanks to the deity Shub-Niggurath/

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Especially When it Has your Dead Wife's Voice

Saying Danny Hebert was depressed was like saying water was wet. When he lost his wife he spiraled into a bottomless pit of depression. And then this happened. His precious baby girl, the only reason he had for pulling himself out of bed each morning, locked in a locker full of biological waste. Unconscious in a hospital for a week.

His best friend, threatening to sue him over Taylor's diary. The school, paying the absolute minimum, with subtle threats that if he didn't take it they'd blame the locker on Taylor and also sue him.

His seemingly bottomless pit had bottomed out. Here he was at rock bottom. Sitting on his back porch, trying to drink himself to death while waiting for news about Taylor. With a sigh he leaned back, head thudding against the cheap siding.

A venomously green meteor streaked over head, maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but Danny mumbled wish, "I Wish there was something I could do. Some vengeance I could deliver to those who hurt my daughter…" he sighed slumping forward, when there was a thunderous crash barely ten feet infront of him. A veritable tidal wave of dirt washed over him. "Shit." he swore, struggling to his feet. Directly in front of him, still glowing green, was the meteorite he had wished on. "Shit." he swore again, staggering through the debris to the crater.

"What the fuck…" laying in the center of the crater was something that was definitely not a meteor. Whatever it was was softball sized, and moving weakly.

"Help me…" the voice… that sounded like Annette! He scrambled drunkenly down the slope of the crater. "please…" it's voice was getting weaker, but that was definitely Annette.

He knelt down next to the thing with Annette's voice, "How? How can I help you?" he reached out hesitantly.

"Come… closer…" Annette's voice trailed off. The wriggling mass's movement seemed to slow. "Not much time…"

Danny closed the last gap, and bent down next to the suddenly still thing. With a sudden burst of movement it leapt at him. The wriggling mass forcing its way into his mouth and down his throat, leaving him with a distinct after taste. It tasted like Annette. Like her lips, when he would kiss her. Like her sweat licked off her breasts mid couitus. Like her sex when he went down on her after she came. Like the milk she leaked while pregnant with Taylor, and afterwards. All the various flavors of Annette, clear as crystal and as fresh in his mind as the last time he tasted her.

Except… something wasn't right. He couldn't put his finger on it, and right now he had more important things to worry about. Like the weird gelatinous mass that just leapt down his throat.

'This will do,' Annette's voice rang out inside his head. 'I apologize for intruding, but I have been grievously injured.' the voice seemed to shiver, as if it was cold, or hurt. Or maybe scared. 'I don't know if this is all that remains of me, or if I am but a fragment separated in the attack.' It explained, 'but I need a safe place to recuperate, and assistance healing. If you help me I will give you everything you desire.'

"I… you can help me? Get revenge on those girls who hurt my daughter? On that bitch Blackwell? On Alan?"

'Of course. And easily too. In fact, our goals align. I too am something of a mother. And your vengeance would help me heal.'

"I don't care if you're a drunken hallucination or not. If you can help me… I'd do anything."

'Then our deal is struck. Our bargain made.'

"Shame you're probably not real." he sighed, "If only…" he stood shakily and staggered back inside, "I need to sleep this off if I'm going to be any use to Taylor tomorrow."

Annette's tinkling laughter haunted him all the way inside, and into his dreams.

Somehow, despite all the alcohol he drank last night, despite the incredibly vivid hallucination, Danny woke without a hangover. He had never been that graceful a drunk, despite being able to outdrink most of the dockworkers, even one beer would leave him with a headache in the morning.

Still, after drinking his way through his entire stash last night he really needed to take a piss. He threw off his covers and shuffled to the bathroom. He hated waking up with morning wood, normally when it happened (which was rarely) he would wait for it to go down before using the toilet, but his bladder was so full he couldn't wait. He had barely fought his cock out of his pants when a feminine, and familiar, 'Oh my,' rang out in his ear. 'You are a big boy, aren't you?'

"JESUS CHRIST." he shouted. He followed that up with a "Fuck." when he saw the mess he made while startled.

'Oops.' Annette's voice giggled in his ear. He got the feeling she was distinctly not sorry. 'Good morning, Danny.'

His mouth went as dry as the Sahara desert. "You're real."

'Of course I am, Dear.' he got the impression of an arm wrapping itself around his shoulder, 'how did you like my first little gift?'

"The lack of hangover, that was you?"

'Amongst other little upgrades, yes.' Annete's voice purred, mental fingers trailing down his metaphorical spine. 'But first, I need to give you another gift. We will need a place, somewhere I can work my… magic… a safe place to hide and to heal. And to keep the… trophies of our conquest.'

"Why can't we use my house? We never really use the basement…"

'Do you want me to turn your house into a living thing? As we grow stronger our demesne will grow, and become an embodiment of our power.'

"I guess I can keep an eye open on my way to the hospital… Do you have any preferences?"

'Somewhere full of life. Any kind of life.' Annette's voice said with a shrug.

"What's your name anyway? I can't keep calling you Annette's voice in my head."

'Aww, I sound like your dead wife?' her voice was… wistful, 'that's so sweet.' she gave the kind of happy sigh Annette always gave while watching something sappy. 'But if you want my name…'

Danny collapsed under a sudden mental assault, his head was full of the sound of sex. It was as if every porno he had ever watched, every memory of sex, every dirty day dream, had gone off in his head at once. Before the pain could subside, his head was filled with the sound of childbirth, of women screaming in pain, while people murmured encouragement to them. As the sound faded, the cries of lust and sex came back, louder than before. Then came the childbirth again, before the sounds of sex had faded. The noise cycled between them, the sounds of sex and birth growing louder and louder with each repetition, starting sooner and sooner, until there was no overlap. Sex and birth at the same time growing more rapid and cacophonous as they spiraled off into madness.

The cries died down, leaving him with blessed silence. 'But,' Annette's voice giggled, 'You can call me Shubby.'

Chapter 2

It took Danny nearly fifteen minutes to gather his wits after Shubby nearly broke his mind with her true name. "Ow." He groaned, sitting up slowly, every movement laced with pain. "What the hell was that?"

'I definitely picked a winner," Shubby said, 'Most mortals break when hearing one of our true names.' there was a distinctly shrug like movement in the back of his mind, 'the fact that you're already recovering, means you should be able to handle more of my power than I thought.' she said cheerfully. 'Now, let's find that place so we can enact your vengeance.'

"No." Danny groaned, "First I need to clean the bathroom. Then I'm going to visit Taylor."

Shubby sighed impatiently, 'I understand wanting to visit your daughter, but wouldn't it be better for her if you took your revenge first, so that she'll be safe when she wakes up?'

"She's all I have left of Annette." Danny choked out, "I failed her so badly. I need to make sure she's okay. I need to be with her, before I do anything else."

'Fine, but keep an eye out on the way there.' She sounded a little sulky, 'I hate being so weak.'

Danny hurriedly cleaned the bathroom, took a shower, threw on fresh clothes, and rushed to the hospital. True to his word he kept an eye open for a place 'full of life' they could make into a lair. He nearly drove past it, but Shubby called out, 'There!' and he got the distinct impression of someone pointing. It was an old rundown gardening center, overgrown with plants even in winter. The owner had pissed off the wrong gangbanger and ended up literally crucified.

The poor bastard's family hadn't made the move up north to look through his stuff yet, so it was just sitting there. 'It's perfect.' She sounded exactly like Annette did, before she had gagged him with her own panties, and ridden him in the back of the college library. Danny was pretty sure that was when Taylor was conceived, and hearing Shubby make those same nosies… left him confused, and aroused for the first time in over two years. 'That will be our demesne, I will ensure it.'

"What if the owners come ba…"

'I will ensure it.' Danny winced, having learned early in his relationship with Annette exactly what that tone of voice meant. That was her angry minion voice. It never boded well for people on the receiving end.

Danny made a quick note of the address, before driving off to the hospital. Once inside he made a beeline to her room. Seeing her doctor in the hallway he stopped the man, "Any changes doctor?"

"No, she's still catatonic. I'm sorry."

"Thank you." Danny sighed before entering his daughter's room. Her eyes were only partly open, and her dark hair fanned out around her head. The only sign she was even alive was her faint breathing, and the beeping of the heart monitor. At least she wasn't twitching again, he had nearly died of a heart attack the first time she started convulsing.

'She's beautiful…' Shubby's voice was laced with awe, 'she'll make a wonderful mother one day. But first we need to get vengeance for her.'

Danny sat holding his daughter's hand for hours, until his bladder once again made itself known. He got up to use the room's bathroom and had just finished when he heard the door open, and someone walked in. through the crack in the door he caught a glimpse of red hair. No. It couldn't be…

"Look at you…" Emma Barnes' voice was laced with many different emotions, "Look how weak you are. It's pathetic. You know, I used to look up to you? How strong you were? I wanted to prove to Sophia that you were the strongest. That you could take anything. But I was wrong. You're weak. Useless. A waste of space. You know..." Emma swallowed thickly some unknown emotion thick in her voice, "I bet au… your mother is glad she's dead. So she doesn't have to look at you or un… your father anymore. If she saw you now she'd hate you."

Danny felt every fiber of his being swell with rage. He nearly lept out of the bathroom right then. But he couldn't move. He strained against his invisible bonds. He wanted to make her hurt. Like she had hurt his daughter. No. worse.

'Be still, dear. This is not the place. Soon. you will have your vengeance soon.'

"I don't know what we'll do next. It'll be hard to top the locker you know? Don't worry though. We'll think of something." her piece said Emma turned around and walked out of Taylor's room.

'Wait!' Shubby ordered when he went to chase her, 'let me place a glamour on this room, so that people will think you were here the entire time.' there was the sensation of her straining in the back of his mind, 'I am weaker than I thought,' she groaned, 'I need more power. You must perform an act that treads in my domain.' she ordered, 'kiss her.' Danny bent over and placed a kiss on Taylor's forehead. Shubby shuddered, 'that's not enough, kiss her again, like a lover.'

Danny recoiled, "What? I can't do that!" he whispered in horror.

'Would you rather find a nurse to breed? We don't have time! Kiss her!' her voice rose in pitch, matching Annette's most impatiently angry tone, 'You promised me! Bound yourself! We have no time! Kiss her, or we'll die!'

"Die?" Danny forgot to whisper in his rage, "Die?!?"

'Kiss her and I will have time to explain.' Her voice rose to a furious shriek, 'While we hunt our prey.'

Danny hesitated a moment longer, before stealing his resolve. Picturing Annette in his mind, he bent forward, and placed a kiss on Taylor's lips. Just like her mother, her mouth parted in her sleep, and his tongue slid into her mouth, purely on instinct.

Taylor moaned into his mouth, breaking the spell. Danny staggered back, the feel of her lips brought back so many memories of Annette, he found his loins stirring for the second time today. A moment later a wave of shame, disgust and guilt smothered the embers of lust.

'Mmm,' Shubby moaned in his ear, 'that will do nicely.' he felt a strange energy leave his body, it gathered in a single point above the chair he had sat in. the point began to rapidly grow and change shape, soon he could see it was a human fetus. It continued to grow and swell, until an exact duplicate of Danny sat in the chair, hands wrapped around his daughter's hands.

His doppleganger looked him square in the eyes, and said in his voice, "teach that bitch a lesson."

Danny nodded jerkily and set off after Emma. 'Now that we have some energy, let me show you a trick you can do with it,' Shubby's Annette voice was consoling, like Annette's was when she won an argument. 'Do you feel this?' Energy coalesced into his mind, thrust into his metaphorical hands. It was… warm and slick. Literally oozing potential. The only description that truly came to mind was a slick vagina leaking seed.

In his mind he felt her slim hands guide his to the womb, she helped him pluck a single strand of semen out of it, and made him tie it in a knot. There was a turning sensation, as if he had turned the whole world sideways, and then he was invisible. 'Your first spell, I'm so proud of you,' she cooed. 'Now our prey is escaping we must hurry.'

"You promised me answers." Dannny murmured, while jogging after Emma, as stealthily as he could manage.

'I did, but first, take a left and jump out the window ahead of us.'

"What?"

'You want to catch up right? The exit is close to that window, you will either be right behind her, or just a little ahead, but move quickly.'

Once more stealing himself he jumped out the window. The fall was nowhere near as bad as he had thought it would be. He glanced around wildly for a moment, before catching sight of Emma strolling out of the building, talking animatedly on her cellphone. "Now explain," he ordered while stalking their target.

'First of all,' Shubby said in Annette's sexy lecturer voice, 'When we made that pact, we were bound together, until your vengeance is satisfied, and my power regained.'

"And what does that have to do with molesting my daughter?"

'Did you forget my name dear?' the sounds of sex-childbirth-sex again filled his head for a fraction of a split second, 'we need energy to survive, and I had given you all I could spare already. By trying to cast that glamour I nearly killed myself, and you along with me.'

"Shit."

'Yes, exactly, and while you might find it distasteful to kiss her, would you rather done something closer to my actual name, and therefore waste precious time, or perhaps you'd rather die and leave her alone in the world?'

Just like Annette, Shubby had a way with words that left him defeated, "You're right." he sighed, carefully stepping between people on the crowded sidewalk, "I don't like the idea of kissing her like that again, but you were right."

He felt slim hands, so reminiscent of Annette's rubbing comforting circles on his back, 'We will have to do many things you may find unpleasant. But please trust me when I say there will always be a good reason.'

Danny swallowed his fears and anxiety, "Alright. As long as you promise me that there will always be a good reason I'll trust you." The rest of their hunt was spent in companionable silence.

Eventually Emma stopped walking, and entered a cafe. Danny slipped in behind her, when the next person opened the door to go in. It was mostly empty and Emma plopped down in a booth with her back to a wall. and pulled a fancy laptop out of her bag. She looked around nervously, making sure no one in the cafe could see her screen. She licked her lips and rubbed her thighs together and hastily typed something out.

It took a little finagling, but Danny managed to creep around so he could see her screen, without alerting Emma that he was there. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. Alan's daughter was watching porn in public. Specifically porn of a white girl with a giant strapon brutally pounding the ass of a black girl. The black girl had a thick leather collar with the word SLAVE on it, that the white girl was using to choke her out. The white girl kept choking the other girl, even as her face turned a distinctly unhealthy shade of purple and started spasming. She kept fucking the slavegirl, even after she stopped moving, until her own orgasm hit.

Then she pulled the strapon out of the girls gaping asshole, and walked away from the faux-corpse. He had to give the black pornstar credit, she did a good job of holding her breath and laying limp, whenever the camera was on her.

The white girl strode across the room, some kind of barn, and to a stable of black girls, all bound and gagged in stalls like horses.

Before the porno could continue Emma pulled her hand out of her skirt and exited the window. She hastily shoved ehr computer back into her bag and marched over to the restroom.

'This is the perfect opportunity.' Shubby whispered, 'let me show you another spell, then you should hurry and follow her before she finishes.' Once more she guided his fingers into the metaphorical pussy and had him pull a strand of metaphysical semen out of it. The knot she tied this time was different and all sound died around him. 'Go inside and teach her a lesson.'

Chapter 3

Danny slipped into the women's restroom. There were only three stalls, and by pressing himself against the door, he could faintly the muffled sound of Emma masturbating in the furthest stall. He could smell it too, he found his mouth watering and his dick growing harder in his pants.

'She's ready for you,' Shubby purred, 'Take her, right here, right now. Breed her. Break her.'

Part of Danny recoiled. He wanted his revenge, sure. But raping her? A girl he knew since she was born? Before he could voice his reluctance, he heard Emma cum in the bathroom stall, "Yeah," she moaned, at the edge of his hearing, "Gonna fuck you like that Taylor. Break you like the whore you are." Danny felt his blood boil and heaved himself over the door as the gap underneath was too small for him to slip through, even as Emma continued to talk to herself. "I wanna fuck you until you stop moving," she moaned. Her eyes were closed, and her fingers pumped into her exposed slit with great fervor, "I should come back tonight. Do it to you in the hospital. You're almost a corpse anyway, no one would notice."

Danny let the invisibility dissipate as his fist lashed out, bouncing her head off the back wall before wrapping around her throat. "I would notice, you little bitch." He squeezed down, just enough to prevent her from talking, but not enough to actually choke her out. He stared into her terrified eyes, "I wasn't sure about this, but then I heard what you wanted to do to my daughter." With his free hand he undid the fly on his pants. Emma whimpered at the sight of his exposed member.

'Let me help,' Shubby gently pried the shroud of silence from his mental hands, and coaxed it into a shape covering all the stall so no one could possibly hear. 'Let her have it, I want to hear her scream.'

Emma gasped and choked when Danny let go of her throat, "Uncle Danny? What are you doing?"

"I know what you've done to Taylor, what you want to do." He grabbed her by the ankles and shoved them over her head. "So I'm going to punish you."

"HELP!" she screamed, "Somebody help!"

He lined himself up with her still dripping slit. "No one can hear you scream, whore."

"NoOoOoOoOOOooo!" she wailed when he thrust into her as hard as he could, not even slowing down as he felt her hymen tear. His balls slapped against her ass as he hilted himself in her, the tip of his cock painfully impacting her cervix. Blood seeped out of her formerly virgin cunt. "It hurts!" she screamed, as he quickly pulled himself nearly all the way out and slammed all the way in again.

"God, you're so tight," Danny growled while pistoning in and out of her bleeding pussy. "You're nearly as tight as your mother was, before I stretched her out. Alan has a bad case of needle dick, you know," He informed the sobbing girl. "Your mom would come over, so I could rail her and she could eat Annette out." Emma sobbed, even as her walls fluttered around his shaft and her slit oozed creamy girl cum, pink with her blood. "You liked the thought of that? Such a slut, just like your mother."

"Liar!" she whimpered, fists beating futilely on his chest, "There's no way my mother liked your nasty dick."

He barely felt her fists and laughed as he felt his own orgasm approaching, "She loved my dick so much, every time she brought you over to play with Taylor, it was so she could get another taste, go for another ride." He was nearly at his limit, so he upped his pace from frantic to brutal, drawing more sobbing cries from the redhead on the toilet, "You want to know her favorite part?" Danny leered, slamming home one final time. She let out an ear splitting shriek as something inside her gave way, and Danny found himself sinking even deeper into her as he started to cum, for the first time since Annette died. "Getting creampied!"

Emma's body shook and convulsed in a violent orgasm. She made desperate gurgling noises, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as jets of femcum sprayed out of her abused slit, drenching Danny and the bathroom stall.

He pulled himself out with an audible squelch, a pink frothy mess made of his cum mixed with her own natural lubricant and blood leaked out of her now gaping pussy and splashed down into the toilet.

He eyed his handy work with a sense of pride tinged with disgust. Pride in the fact that he managed to fuck a girl so thoroughly, and disgust at what his daughter's best friend had become. He took a deep breath and savored the smell of a well fucked girl, before a feeling of power and strength flowed into him.

'That was delicious,' Shubby moaned, doing the equivalent of rubbing her thighs together in the back of his mind, 'Can you feel it?' she asked with a lusty sigh.

"Feel what?" Danny asked, awkwardly slinging the unconscious teen over his shoulder in such a way that her broken snatch faced the sky, preventing any of his seed from leaking out and making a mess of his jacket. He picked up her backpack with a free hand and carefully reapplied the invisibility, stepping around the mess pooling on the bathroom floor.

'Your seed taking root. Planting new life in the garden off her womb.' Danny almost dropped the girl on her head.

"Well, shit," he said in shock, "I wasn't expecting to be a father again. I'm going to have to make a nursery."

'Oh!' Shubby gave a breathy giggle, 'It's not a normal human child. She will give birth to a fragment of me. The first step into fulfilling our contract, Daddy." The sultry way she said that last word, in Annette's voice, did interesting things to his libido, despite being spent, his dick popped back up to almost full mast instantly. She giggled, 'Oh you liked that. Did we just discover a new fetish, Daddy,' she purred.

"It's not a new fetish." he mumbled, trying to adjust his pants, "I always enjoyed it when Zoe called me that. But hearing it in Annette's voice…"

Shubby giggled, her tinkling laugh echoing around his head, 'Well since you gave me such a delicious treat, I should reward you, Daddy…' He shivered as he felt her hot breath on his metaphysical ear, her dainty nibbles made walking nearly impossible. 'You should hurry and get us to the old garden center…'

"Got it." Danny squeaked, awkwardly wobbling out of the cafe and heading straight towards the old garden center.

Emma's entire body was on fire when she woke up. Every fiber of her being hurt, telling her in no uncertain terms that it had not been a dream. Unc… Danny Hebert had somehow managed to follow her into the girls room, and have his way with her. The only one who came when she screamed had been Danny…

And now, she was hanging from her wrists in an old flower shop, while Danny muttered to himself, like he was having a quiet conversation on the phone… Eventually he stomped up to her and grabbed her face in one of his hands. Emma swallowed nervously, how had she never noticed just how large his hands were?

"Listen up, cunt," he growled less than an inch from her face, "You're going to tell me exactly where I can find your little pussy licking hangers-on, or the next hole I fill will be your ass, and then I'll make you lick me clean." He squeezed her face so hard she thought she heard her jaw creak. "Do you understand me?"

Emma was glad she took a leak before he caught her, she was sure she would have pissed herself. His grip was so tight she couldn't speak, but she nodded her head frantically.

"And before you think of trying to trick me, no one can find you here. Not even if I die. So, anything happens to me? You starve to death here."

He let go of her face, and she began to talk. She told him everything. As he disappeared around a corner, she was left crying. "Sophia… I'm so sorry…"

A WARD! ONE OF HIS DAUGHTER'S BULLIES WAS A WARD! Danny swore that he wouldn't stop until the PRT was destroyed.

'The entire PRT?' Shubby asked, genuinely curious, 'Every last one?'

"Yes."

'Then how are you any different than they are?' Shubby's question cut through his rage, 'Take that anger, and channel it. Focus it on the guilty"

Danny took a deep breath, "You're right. But anyone who knows what kind of person Sophia is, and let her get away with it… they're on my list. Just like the rest of Emma's friends."