Anonymous4: Does the other Mother have claws, or, does Coraline just have an itch Mom want's to scratch? 6 of 1, half a dozen of the other, I still like it, it has that feeling of forboding to it. In fact, you could say, that Her Problems with Coraline, are,...(Snigger)..."All Wrapped Up!" Bwaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha,ha,ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa! Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week. Try the monkey bread(now with Real Monkey, added! It is simiian-ply to die for).
Jeb: Other Father glumly tapped down on one of the piano keys, weighed down by a heavy heart. No more happy tunes or fond little jingles, no more making up songs about Coraline. Not that he could even play the piano on his own, but even if he could, that exuberance, that gaiety he had been filled with earlier was all gone now.
He knew what Other Mother was going to do to Coraline now. He knew what was going to come next. It was only a matter of time before Other Mother took the girls eyes, and then her soul. Soon, the Coraline would join the rest of the dead children behind the mirror, and everything made by Other Mother to lure Coraline into her trap would disappear, including himself.
But that wasn't what made him so sad. He was sad because of the role he had played in it. He had helped Other Mother draw Coraline into her web, with his songs, and garden, and affection. He had had betrayed his own daughter! ...Well, he supposed, she wasn't TECHNICALLY her daughter.
Yet wasn't that what she was supposed to be? Other Mother had created him as a reflection of everything Coraline had ever wanted in a father. He was the personification of the ideal father figure in Coraline's mind. So, shouldn't he feel real love for his "daughter"? Wasn't that the way he was supposed to feel? Or maybe... Other Mother had just done too good a job in creating a loving father...
Other Father heard the door behind him creak open, and he knew who it was. The clicking of high heels on the floor echoed over the noise of his solemn beating on the piano. He could feel the terrible figure standing behind him.
"Why so glum, 'dear'?" Other Mother asked.
Other Father remained silent, still dispiritedly tapping over the piano. His back remained towards the beldam.
Other Mother smiled, which Other Father could always feel boring into the back of his skull whenever she did. "Come now, is this any way to act? How do you think our daughter would feel if she came back and saw you like this?" Her grin widened. "Smiles make friends."
Other Father said nothing. He had nothing to say.
For a moment, Other Mother's smile tapered. "That's fine, don't speak. I know what this is all about. I created you, after all."
Other Father was silent. He wasn't playing with the piano anymore.
"You have feelings for Coraline now, don't you?" There was a tone of mockery in her voice. "You think you're actually her father, don't you? How miserably pathetic."
Other Father didn't speak.
"Just like that wretched boy," Other Mother spat. "You know what happened to him? He pulled a loooooong face," she said, mimicking the expression by placing both fingers between her lips and pulling them down into a frown, "and I didn't like it."
Jeb: Other Father was suddenly apprehensive. He gulped, placing both hands on his lap, and softly muttered, "I'm sorry."
"I don't believe you," she said angrily, "and sorry isn't good enough."
"I'm sorry," Other Father repeated. "I really am."
"You know what the punishment for insubordination is."
"N-No," Other Father blubbered, shaking. "Not the hands."
"Yes," Other Mother responded unsympathetically. "You get the... HANDS!"
Other Father sprung to his feet, but it was too late for him. The pair of hands shot out from the piano on their Seussian arms, the left one swinging around and grabbing both his hands, capturing both in its mechanical grip. The arm then pulled him back, spinning him around so he now faced Other Mother, as the right hand pulled up against his mouth, silencing him. It was over, there was nothing he could do. He was at the mercy of the beldam.
She smiled cruelly, her hands on her hips. "You creatures never learn. You forget that I created you! You're MINE! And you work to please ME, not that sausage!"
Other Father yelped, his voice muffled by the hand against his mouth. His legs were shaking, sweat slowly appearing on his face.
"Maybe I was wrong in giving you free will," Other Mother said, her long, spindly finger against her lip in a contemplative pose. "I could have just made you a mindless slave, like the two old bats or the drunk upstairs." Her smile crooked up again. "But then again, they were no fun. I never got to punish them for anything."
Other Father was shaking. He would have been crying, if he had actual eyes. He felt the terror in his heart rise as Other Mother reset her gaze on him. "Now," she said, "you will learn once and for all to obey me, you swine." She raised her bony hand and snapped her finger.
Immediately, the hand covering Other Father's mouth lifted away, his voice breaking out in a frightened sob. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The hand descended down to his waist, and began to remove his belt and unbuckle his pants.
It was only a few seconds before the work was done, and his pants slid down to the bottom of his hairy legs. He sputtered as the hand grabbed the rim of his boxers, and yanked them down as well. His legs crossed in shame and embarassment, with his junk now hanging out. He looked to Other Mother, who just smiled. "Next time you'll obey me," she said.
The hand moved back up to Other Father's dick and closed around it. Other Father squealed, shaking like a tree in a hurricane. The hand began to stroke it, and against Other Father's wishes, his body reacted and his dick hardened. His face was red, contorted in trepidation. Other Mother only smiled, satisfied.
The hand increased its pace, Other Father's precum making slopping sounds as his dick cruised in and out of the mechanical hand. As hard as he tried, he couldn't help the sensations he was feeling, and as the hand was still stroking his dick, he felt a twang of pleasure as the semen squirted out of him like lotion from a bottle. Great, big globs of white goop spat through the air and splattered on the floor at his feet. His face awash with shame, his knees gave way and he collapsed.
Jeb: "For shame," Other Mother spoke. "All that cum... and no womb to flood with it. But... we both know whose you wanted to." Her horrible smile widened.
Other Father lifted his head, his breath heaving out from his lips.
"You were thinking about Coraline, weren't you?" Other Mother cackled, clearly taking sadistic pleasure in the broken man's suffering. "You wanted to do her, your own daughter. What kind of father wants his own daughter like that?"
Other Father groaned, "N-No! I would never..!"
"You do, and you know it." She smirked wickedly. "You're right, maybe I made you to love Coraline TOO much..."
Other Father's head dropped back down in shame.
"Well, now," Other Mother said. "Are you going to speak, or am I going to have to make you?"
Without another word needing being said, the mechanical hand that had just been on his dick swung down and clutched Other Father's balls. Other Father howled, as the little mechanical fingers began to massage his nuts, gently caressing against the skin of his ballsack. He writhed in place, and Other Mother laughed.
"You stupid fool, you know you want her!"
"Noooo!" Other Father moaned as the hand continued to grope his testicles like a pair of stress-relief balls.
"Say it! You want to fuck Coraline! You want to fuck your daughter!"
"I... I..." Other Father couldn't seem to formulate the sentence. The hand impatiently squeezed down on his nuts, and Other Father shrieked out in a high-pitched voice, like a mad clown, "I want to fuck my daughter!"
"Yes!" Other Mother bellowed. "Say it again!"
"I want to fuck Coraline!" Other Father yelped. "I want to bone her blue-haired cooch!"
Other Mother laughed maniacally. "Well, the only one getting fucked tonight is YOU!"
The hands slid off his body, but jumped right back on him. The right one circled around his body and tightened around him like a knot, lifting his entire body into the air. The left hand grabbed him by the thigh and spun him around, so his rear was facing Other Mother. Other Father blubbered, terrified.
"This time, you won't disobey me again!" Other Mother lifted up her skirt, her massive dick standing erect from her body. "Never again, after this punishment!"
She walked up to Other Father and grabbed him, spreading both ass cheeks apart. Over his asshole, there was a black button sewed in, just like the ones in his eyes. Other Mother laughed. "Time to break in the virgin." She swiftly sliced the button off, and Other Father yelped. A bit of blood dribbled out from where the button had been.
Other Mother grinned evily, placing the head of her dick at Other Father's butthole. "Get ready, you great fool." Without another moment's hesitation, she violently shoved it inside, her cock stretching out Other Father's rectum like rubber. He howled in agony, his screams reaching into the furthest corners of the night.
The scene was horrifying. The sound of Other Mother's dong moving in and out of Other Father's ass was like that of a large bowl of maccaroni and cheese being stirred, and so loud it echoed throughout the entire house along with Other Father's screams. With every thrust Other Mother made, Other Father's sweaty balls swung up and smacked his ass cheek, like a single hand rhythmically pounding against a bongo drum. Blood and sweat literally dropped to the floor beneath them.
Other Mother grunted as she pounded Other Father's ass. As her dick was being squeezed by Other Father's lower digestive system, she suddenly felt a wave of pleasure, and she moaned like a banshee as she came. Cum packed into Other Father's rectum, dribbling out along Other Mother's dick and down his crack. The screaming, groaning and grunting stopped, and after a moment Other Mother slid her limp dick out of her victim's asshole.
She snapped her fingers, and the two mechanical hands released him. His body fell limp to the floor, cum leaking out of his asshole. His breathing was inaudible.
Other Mother smirked, replacing her skirt. "Next time, you had better do just as I say." She kicked Other Father in the side. "Now get up and back on that piano, Coraline is come back any time now." She turned around, and left out the door. After the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor faded away, the room was completely silent.
Other Father lay on the floor, motionless. He thought about what had happened. He thought about Other Mother. He thought about himself. And then, he thought about Coraline.
A little tear squeezed out from his tearless button eye, and dropped to the floor by his face.
Anonymous8: "This time, you won't disobey me again!" Other Mother lifted up her skirt, her MASSIVE DICK STANDING ERECT from her body. "Never again, after this punishment!"
If I had a dick, -that- would have been the bonerkill.
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He knew what Other Mother was going to do to Coraline now. He knew what was going to come next. It was only a matter of time before Other Mother took the girls eyes, and then her soul. Soon, the Coraline would join the rest of the dead children behind the mirror, and everything made by Other Mother to lure Coraline into her trap would disappear, including himself.
But that wasn't what made him so sad. He was sad because of the role he had played in it. He had helped Other Mother draw Coraline into her web, with his songs, and garden, and affection. He had had betrayed his own daughter! ...Well, he supposed, she wasn't TECHNICALLY her daughter.
Yet wasn't that what she was supposed to be? Other Mother had created him as a reflection of everything Coraline had ever wanted in a father. He was the personification of the ideal father figure in Coraline's mind. So, shouldn't he feel real love for his "daughter"? Wasn't that the way he was supposed to feel? Or maybe... Other Mother had just done too good a job in creating a loving father...
Other Father heard the door behind him creak open, and he knew who it was. The clicking of high heels on the floor echoed over the noise of his solemn beating on the piano. He could feel the terrible figure standing behind him.
"Why so glum, 'dear'?" Other Mother asked.
Other Father remained silent, still dispiritedly tapping over the piano. His back remained towards the beldam.
Other Mother smiled, which Other Father could always feel boring into the back of his skull whenever she did. "Come now, is this any way to act? How do you think our daughter would feel if she came back and saw you like this?" Her grin widened. "Smiles make friends."
Other Father said nothing. He had nothing to say.
For a moment, Other Mother's smile tapered. "That's fine, don't speak. I know what this is all about. I created you, after all."
Other Father was silent. He wasn't playing with the piano anymore.
"You have feelings for Coraline now, don't you?" There was a tone of mockery in her voice. "You think you're actually her father, don't you? How miserably pathetic."
Other Father didn't speak.
"Just like that wretched boy," Other Mother spat. "You know what happened to him? He pulled a loooooong face," she said, mimicking the expression by placing both fingers between her lips and pulling them down into a frown, "and I didn't like it."
"I don't believe you," she said angrily, "and sorry isn't good enough."
"I'm sorry," Other Father repeated. "I really am."
"You know what the punishment for insubordination is."
"N-No," Other Father blubbered, shaking. "Not the hands."
"Yes," Other Mother responded unsympathetically. "You get the... HANDS!"
Other Father sprung to his feet, but it was too late for him. The pair of hands shot out from the piano on their Seussian arms, the left one swinging around and grabbing both his hands, capturing both in its mechanical grip. The arm then pulled him back, spinning him around so he now faced Other Mother, as the right hand pulled up against his mouth, silencing him. It was over, there was nothing he could do. He was at the mercy of the beldam.
She smiled cruelly, her hands on her hips. "You creatures never learn. You forget that I created you! You're MINE! And you work to please ME, not that sausage!"
Other Father yelped, his voice muffled by the hand against his mouth. His legs were shaking, sweat slowly appearing on his face.
"Maybe I was wrong in giving you free will," Other Mother said, her long, spindly finger against her lip in a contemplative pose. "I could have just made you a mindless slave, like the two old bats or the drunk upstairs." Her smile crooked up again. "But then again, they were no fun. I never got to punish them for anything."
Other Father was shaking. He would have been crying, if he had actual eyes. He felt the terror in his heart rise as Other Mother reset her gaze on him. "Now," she said, "you will learn once and for all to obey me, you swine." She raised her bony hand and snapped her finger.
Immediately, the hand covering Other Father's mouth lifted away, his voice breaking out in a frightened sob. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The hand descended down to his waist, and began to remove his belt and unbuckle his pants.
It was only a few seconds before the work was done, and his pants slid down to the bottom of his hairy legs. He sputtered as the hand grabbed the rim of his boxers, and yanked them down as well. His legs crossed in shame and embarassment, with his junk now hanging out. He looked to Other Mother, who just smiled. "Next time you'll obey me," she said.
The hand moved back up to Other Father's dick and closed around it. Other Father squealed, shaking like a tree in a hurricane. The hand began to stroke it, and against Other Father's wishes, his body reacted and his dick hardened. His face was red, contorted in trepidation. Other Mother only smiled, satisfied.
The hand increased its pace, Other Father's precum making slopping sounds as his dick cruised in and out of the mechanical hand. As hard as he tried, he couldn't help the sensations he was feeling, and as the hand was still stroking his dick, he felt a twang of pleasure as the semen squirted out of him like lotion from a bottle. Great, big globs of white goop spat through the air and splattered on the floor at his feet. His face awash with shame, his knees gave way and he collapsed.
Other Father lifted his head, his breath heaving out from his lips.
"You were thinking about Coraline, weren't you?" Other Mother cackled, clearly taking sadistic pleasure in the broken man's suffering. "You wanted to do her, your own daughter. What kind of father wants his own daughter like that?"
Other Father groaned, "N-No! I would never..!"
"You do, and you know it." She smirked wickedly. "You're right, maybe I made you to love Coraline TOO much..."
Other Father's head dropped back down in shame.
"Well, now," Other Mother said. "Are you going to speak, or am I going to have to make you?"
Without another word needing being said, the mechanical hand that had just been on his dick swung down and clutched Other Father's balls. Other Father howled, as the little mechanical fingers began to massage his nuts, gently caressing against the skin of his ballsack. He writhed in place, and Other Mother laughed.
"You stupid fool, you know you want her!"
"Noooo!" Other Father moaned as the hand continued to grope his testicles like a pair of stress-relief balls.
"Say it! You want to fuck Coraline! You want to fuck your daughter!"
"I... I..." Other Father couldn't seem to formulate the sentence. The hand impatiently squeezed down on his nuts, and Other Father shrieked out in a high-pitched voice, like a mad clown, "I want to fuck my daughter!"
"Yes!" Other Mother bellowed. "Say it again!"
"I want to fuck Coraline!" Other Father yelped. "I want to bone her blue-haired cooch!"
Other Mother laughed maniacally. "Well, the only one getting fucked tonight is YOU!"
The hands slid off his body, but jumped right back on him. The right one circled around his body and tightened around him like a knot, lifting his entire body into the air. The left hand grabbed him by the thigh and spun him around, so his rear was facing Other Mother. Other Father blubbered, terrified.
"This time, you won't disobey me again!" Other Mother lifted up her skirt, her massive dick standing erect from her body. "Never again, after this punishment!"
She walked up to Other Father and grabbed him, spreading both ass cheeks apart. Over his asshole, there was a black button sewed in, just like the ones in his eyes. Other Mother laughed. "Time to break in the virgin." She swiftly sliced the button off, and Other Father yelped. A bit of blood dribbled out from where the button had been.
Other Mother grinned evily, placing the head of her dick at Other Father's butthole. "Get ready, you great fool." Without another moment's hesitation, she violently shoved it inside, her cock stretching out Other Father's rectum like rubber. He howled in agony, his screams reaching into the furthest corners of the night.
The scene was horrifying. The sound of Other Mother's dong moving in and out of Other Father's ass was like that of a large bowl of maccaroni and cheese being stirred, and so loud it echoed throughout the entire house along with Other Father's screams. With every thrust Other Mother made, Other Father's sweaty balls swung up and smacked his ass cheek, like a single hand rhythmically pounding against a bongo drum. Blood and sweat literally dropped to the floor beneath them.
Other Mother grunted as she pounded Other Father's ass. As her dick was being squeezed by Other Father's lower digestive system, she suddenly felt a wave of pleasure, and she moaned like a banshee as she came. Cum packed into Other Father's rectum, dribbling out along Other Mother's dick and down his crack. The screaming, groaning and grunting stopped, and after a moment Other Mother slid her limp dick out of her victim's asshole.
She snapped her fingers, and the two mechanical hands released him. His body fell limp to the floor, cum leaking out of his asshole. His breathing was inaudible.
Other Mother smirked, replacing her skirt. "Next time, you had better do just as I say." She kicked Other Father in the side. "Now get up and back on that piano, Coraline is come back any time now." She turned around, and left out the door. After the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor faded away, the room was completely silent.
Other Father lay on the floor, motionless. He thought about what had happened. He thought about Other Mother. He thought about himself. And then, he thought about Coraline.
A little tear squeezed out from his tearless button eye, and dropped to the floor by his face.
END
If I had a dick, -that- would have been the bonerkill.
also, this MUST BE COLORED.
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