(Tobias POV) Verse 7 - Horse cock? Pt.2

Darkness? Wha-why am I seeing darkness. I wasn’t sure how long I was out for. But it was clear to me very quickly that I had lost consciousness. My gaze slowly finds focus again and a piercing sound whistles into my ears up until the very moment the swirl of colours in my view center's into a clear scene again. A vast canvas of blue paints my view. I see small puffs of white clouds fading away gently. So beautiful? But wait...why am I looking at the clouds. By instinct I slowly lift my slightly lethargic torso away from the ground layered against my back.

Immediately I'm bombarded by an influx of voices chattering away at the same bloody time. My heads quite sore for some strange reason, and I can feel waves of pain throbbing in and out against my thoughts.

“He’s awake-phew- thank goodness doctor- good job” A fellow says beside me, he’s dressed in workmen outfit with a fluorescent jacket draped over him. Beside him is a woman with short dark hair and narrow eyes stretching her hands over my covered legs, at which point I've only just understood my lower half of my body laid beneath a thick green blanket.

Beads of sweat noticeably dotted against her forehead. But more interestingly enough is the noticeable blueish light covering the palms of both of her hands. And judging by the lack of pain rousing from my bones, I sense she's...healed me...with powers? Unable to truly bask on the sensation. Our eyes meet and I notice a clear look of surprise flash across them.

“Yo-you’re able to move...so soon?” she says, pressing harder against my shins and my knees. I flinch ever so slightly since I'm very much aware I'm still naked underneath here. I scan my surroundings, noticing there seems to be quite the crowd gathered here, I wonder why? considering it looks as though I'm not too badly hurt. But then my memory begins to unfold the prior events which led to me sleeping on the floor and seeing darkness. My terrible luck which placed me in the hands of those ruffians who felt the need to strip me in an attempt to sully the last remnants of self respect I hold. Stupid fuckers! Just you wait once my powers break in, i’ll show them all.

I was still stuck in a slight daze momentarily whilst I thought on ways to make them pay, meanwhile I had become the object of everyone’s fascination whilst they for some strange reason couldn’t believe I was alive. I recognized I took a heavy blow to the side, but it didn’t feel as though it was anything too serious to me. Nonetheless, I started to get slightly irritated after the fifth or so hand finished squeezing me and prodding me. I stood upright (still with the handy long blanket tied around my waist). I allowed them to look me over one last time before I was rather reluctantly allowed to leave, those two who tended to be personally carried suspicion within their eyes all the way through until I left. Thankfully one of my neighbors had also caught wind of the ruckus and offered me a lift home. Thus saving me from the embarrassment of waddling down the streets, barely clothed.

I was still unsure as to why there was such a big commotion over me, that was until we started driving away from the crowd and I noticed what looked like the aftermath of a serious collision with a car and a nearby pole.

“What in the world might’ve caused that?” I mouthed beneath my breath. I noticed a strange look from my neighbors as he too carried a face filled with disbelief.

“It’s a miracle you survived that kid" He said, "That car smashed you aside before it wrapped itself around the pole! Poor sod never saw it coming. Died on the spot."

Wait Died? S-someone died. I suddenly felt drained off colour and feeling. For the rest of the journey home I was completely silent, trapped within my own mind unable to make sense out of anything anymore.

My neighbor dropped me off at the foot of our apartments complex. I quickly said my goodbyes and headed straight up the stairwell until I reached the second floor. Where I shuffled across the narrow landing until I located my familiar door. We carried small half metallic fobs for entry and departure, so luckily I always kept my one tucked beneath the flower pot sitting on the windowsill. I was swift with entering inside and shutting the door behind me in a loud bang. Resting my sweaty palm against my chest I felt my racing heartbeat filled with a mixture of euphoria and fear. I still couldn’t accurately fathom the day I’ve just had, I probably needed a good night to myself to order things . My back remained tightly pressed against the door for a short while, I waited for the build up of anxiety to calm down before I moved away.

I noticed there was a sense of peacefulness flowing around the single floored apartment. I guess nobody was home right now on the count that I couldn’t hear any arguing nor was there banging sounds of what would usually be a fight breaking out. I was thankful for this of course. It meant I could simply be at ease and unwind for a few hours.

I entered my room and felt relieve washing over me. I removed the shawl away from my waist allowing it to fall. First mode of business was to anxiously inspect my cock, sighing in relief once I realised it was still in one piece. Flashes of that punk chick fondling it with menacing eyes still sent shivers running down my spine. Although I did imagine what those nipples might look like beneath that leather jacket. If i wasnt so tired that would serve as the perfect fap material for the night.

Tobias Imagination (Gallery Unlocked) *Annalise*

Sigh I still couldn't shake away the picture of those ruffians manhandling me.

“Fucking animals! Who knows what might’ve happened if I didn’t escape in time.” More concerning I was **** at this point for my powers to break in before I next bumped into them. I can’t imagine what hell they would inflict upon me because of this. Welp! Tonight I lived to fight another day. So why should I worry about that stuff. *Yawnnn* Time for bed.

I undressed into comfortable clothes and jumped into bed. My body was definitely tired and I for one couldn’t wait to sink into the depths of my pleasant dreams. I sunk into my bedspread and within moments felt the deep seas of sleep soundly drawing me into its current.

All in all today was a good day.

In the midst of the comforting darkness my mind begun opening the doors towards a new world filled with unexpected things. I somehow always felt in control of my dreams…to an extent of course. I even had a fail safe for when the dream had gotten rather tense and I needed to swiftly eject myself out from it. The dream tonight started rather differently than my usual ones.

I was floating in a dark space surrounded by countless sparkling magenta stars. The sight was beautiful, I couldn’t remember such a surreal scene in any of my previous dreams beforehand. It felt as though I was enclosed inside of something similar to a womb? And I was beginning to feel slightly concerned as to why or what was going on.

“There is much to do about nothing- nothing is true…but dreams and nonsense Guahaha!” My entire body froze in fright as my thoughts were soundly disturbed by a maddening cackle rolling across the entire dark space.

My initial reaction was to of course run, but where could I scurry off too. The only option left was the one I feebly exercised half heartedly.

“Wh-who goes there! SHOW YOURSELF!” I wasn’t kidding anyone with that faux sense of anger. And the voice knew it too, since the response was an even louder belly full of laughter covering the atmosphere for a good five or so minutes. Now I was feeling a little embarrassed.

“No-no-no don’t be scared of me. In all the years I’ve been trapped here. I have never found someone quite like you…you are…the closest representation of my past self. It's somewhat both liberating and...worrying."

The voice sounds croaky, and playful but fills me with a sense of… "Stranger danger..." I utter beneath my breath.

But beneath this oppressive weight around me, my voice is choked within my throat so i can only utter small words be it brief. He continues not knowing I was completely terrified at this point.

“ Ergh, I was on top of my game, Before those wretched jealous Gods conspired against me- you should've seen me kid. Sigh... But no matter- no matter. I’ve spent 1000 years dealing with that anger. Their ignorance and their hubris has allowed me to live on after all...kukuku.

Listen, from here on out we shall be one of sound mind and body. My power shall be yours but only half of it. Whilst you received the Yang portion, it seems another has taken the Yin.”

Wait what is he…half of his power? So that must mean…Ja-Jason has the other half. Who is this guy? I wondered but somehow I felt as though I knew exactly who he was.

“Are you…Si-simon?” I stammered out from my trembling lips

“Kukuku brilliant-brilliant YES! I am the one. The Clown who wears the crown! Guahahaha! We’re going to have a lot of fun both you and I. Ahhh, I should mention something, if you wish to one day harness my power in its entirety, you will need to take the other half back! I’m sure you know what that means kukuku.”

I felt the once still and majestic star’s beginning to shake above me, after a short while I realised it was in fact this entire space itself which was quaking unconsolably. My mind was still halfway focused on those earlier words spoken. The other half of his power? Jason should’ve been the one to receive it. So what does he mean by...I will have to take it back? I wanted to ask more questions to this so-called Simon. But the volatile realm was giving me the increasing feeling this space was not going to hold up for too much longer.

“W-wait h-how do I use your power?” I called out into the void-less air desperately.

“You’ll soon find out. Ah? I think it's time you arrived back in your realm. Someone seems to be about to cause you great harm…farewell…kukuku.”

The realm had reached the pinnacle of its hold it seems as I quickly felt the air distorting and the glowing violet stars beginning to either fade or fall. And in moments a shower of bright violet lights streaked down towards me. In a panic I instantly shut my two eyes and activated my safe word which brought me out from my dream space swiftly enough.

I returned to the reality I had known to be true. The real and cool air wrapped around my bones made my mind feel at ease. But what is this...why cant I breathe. It took me a few seconds to regain my consciousness, and with it returned the feelings and control I held over my body. I tried to speak but felt my words violently choked in my throat, something was **** me, something strong and mighty wrapped itself around my neck. My gaze soon awoke to a terrifying scene before me.

My stepfather was towering over me whilst I lay against the bed, pinned beneath his hulking frame, his face the mask of a furious devil as his spit and drool fell against my face. He reeked of aged ****, it was a wonder he still had so much strength despite being drunk. But I noticed his thick robust arms barely being contained beneath his thin grey shirt, and he was obviously quite a big guy in the first place. I saw countless veins bulging against the side of his squared jaw. But more disastrously, he was **** me with what felt like his entire might without relenting.

“Y-you little shit...grr-steal from me yeah! I’ll fucking show you!”

My short hands tried desperately to pry his bearish paws away from my neck. But nothing shifted him, he was too strong for me to even do anything and the more I fought back the worser it became. I was wheezing to the point I knew if this continued any longer, I was going to die. Me die? Just like that in such a worst way possible. My mind started racing with a flood of both nonsensical and past memories. Was this what they called seeing your life flash before your very eyes? It wasn’t much of a happy life to be honest, my father died when I was young, and since then my mother has been bringing back home a new face every month. Each new man just as violent and horrible as the previous one. But this would be a first, the first time one of them tried to kill me.

“I'll-I'll teach you to never touch my shit again.... Grr-you’re j-just...l-ike...your whore of a mother” he spluttered before cackling this demonic sort of laughter above me. I felt my eyes watering and my entire face feeling as though the air was being sucked out of it. I wasn’t going to survive this. Fuck! This was cruel, why was life so cruel. I didn’t do anything to deserve this? Sure I was just as perverted as the next guy my age, and who didn’t sometimes have sex on their mind 24/7. I am young damnit! Its my duty to discover just how many beautiful women I can bed. But so far, I had bedded 1. A measly 1, a mature woman I had to pay money too, but she was damn good i tell you! The best 30 minutes of my life! Yeah, life was cruel...and here my story was poised to end by the hands of a violent drunk.

I felt strangely at peace once my thoughts had finally settled. There was no point fighting on, I would be dead in moments. I let go of his firm grip, allowing my two hands to flop almost lifelessly to one side. Whilst darkness invaded my vision, in my heart I saw faces of the people who had truly been kind to me. My sweet mother, abused and forgotten by the world.

Mrs Parker, such a beautiful and elegant woman who always treated me like I was her son, despite my lewd comments and wandering gaze, I could never tell my best friend this, but Mrs Parker was the first Milf I had wanked over. May her sexy self forever stay golden.

And what of my brother, Jason. He always defended me, he got into fights because of me and always had my back. In truth I always wished I was him, he was so lucky to have it all. The looks, the body, the mind...sigh. Such a cruel world.

I felt a tinge of regret appearing in my body during the final moments. I was ashamed to be fading out like this, I probably even pissed myself by how frightening this entire ordeal was. But nevertheless, my greatest worry was having to leave my mother behind with this piece of shit. If only I could stop this...if only I had...power...simon...he said his name was...SO BLOODY HELP ME THEN...SIMON!

I heard a distinctive sound of what I could only make out as a padlock sliding away from its iron lock.

Then followed by a bright blueish light appearing before my very gaze, it materialized into a rectangular shape that soon drew thick bold letters inside of it. One by one I was starting to see what looked like blue pop ups appearing against my clouded vision.

[Hidden Inheritance Unlocked]

[Requirements Achieved]

[Lucky Simon- First Draw Unlocked]

[Host in danger-activating Automatic Draw]

[Rolling Dice...]

[…]

[…]

[Dice rolled... “Mimic & Steal Lv.1” unlocked...Activating power]

Once I finished reading those last words, I suddenly felt a power like no other exploding throughout my entire body. My bones, muscles, nerves, my whole nervous system felt a terrifying electrical current surge wildly through it. I was raised from my prone state and felt an abnormal physical growth suddenly burst from my body. In those moments I noticed the sheer look of despair quickly overtaking my step fathers mask of once a predatory demon. My body was physically growing at a rate that soon placed me as tall as he was.

*BOOM*

Our combined weight shattered my bed causing us both to momentarily fall against the rubble layered beneath us both. But I wasn’t down for long, I jumped up quickly and felt my entire body brimming with this fantastic energy I was almost shivering out of disbelief. My wide eyes observed my hands, could I even say these were my hands? they were thick and huge. My entire body was covered in tight muscles, I was jacked, and I was at least 6 feet 4 right now, my head was so close to the ceiling I could brush the top of my hair against it. But why did this feel slightly familiar.

“Wh-wh-wh-wh-what ar-ar...n-no...why am I there...yo-you...D-demon?” hearing his voice, I was slightly surprised, I had almost forgot about him,

As I observed his now timid looking eyes my stepfather was filled with what I imagined I might’ve looked like If I was in his shoes right now.

He stammered and spluttered all over himself, his arm was badly cut from the broken pieces from my bed. But that didn’t stop him from backing away as fast as he could into the corner. I too couldn’t quite understand what was going on but suddenly I felt stronger than I had ever felt before.

“DIE YOU DEMON DIE!” he suddenly screamed to the top of his lungs, before launching at me in an attempt to pin me down underneath a spear. I felt a rage swell within me like never before.

And without needing a second thought I braced my new body and caught his charge, he felt surprisingly easy to handle, so much so that I could actually lift him up. I wrapped my arms beneath his lowered torso and lifted him up and above my helm, I angled his back towards the ground and just like ive seen those wrestlers do. I slammed him back first against the ground.

Causing my entire room to quake as though a boulder had been dropped.

I heard the horrible sound of bones breaking as I watched his two blood shot eyes rattle like marbles before falling still. His breath also ceased with the quickness of a candlelight being blown out.

My stepfather didn’t move after that. And all I could do was steady my slightly rapid breathing whilst I watched him.

“Oh shit” it was only once I realised what I had just effortlessly done when reality set within me. I wasn’t too sure what to do at this point. I stood there motionless, but subtly shaking from my core out to my bones. Two truths had stood out within my thoughts. The first one being how in the world did I just do all of that, did I finally... activate my powers? But secondly, I think I might've killed him. Or worst yet shattered his spine.

I moved gingerly towards him, suddenly all that confidence I had before had dutifully filtered away. My hands were trembling whilst I reached out towards his face. I placed a finger beneath his nostrils and waited. I couldn’t feel any air which sent a stifling pain rousing in my chest.

“Shit!” I cursed beneath my breath, I had killed him. Panic started to set in as my eyes darted frantically from one corner of my room to the next. Anxiously searching for some kind of way out. Should I run? And just leave him here? What will my Mom think? Shit maybe I should contact Jason...perhaps I should...w-wait. My thoughts were suddenly frozen in place once I locked eyes with the face staring back at me through my mirror. My body unconsciously moved towards it so I could see this new body I had in all its entirety. And it was safe to say my night had just gotten even weirder.

“This...this can’t be real can it...?” I touched the face staring at me with a slacked mouth, a chiseled jawline and soft pecan brown hair nestled on top of my head. I looked noticeably younger than he did, but those piercing green eyes were unmissable.

“St-step father? I look just like him.”

*Ping*

My thoughts were startled by that familiar chime going off in my head. A pixelated blue box materializes in front of my eyes again.

“What the hell...” I mouthed reading the sudden text filled box floating right in front of me.