Yo-kai Specs 13: Damona, The Show-ta-con

I stood in front of Mt. Wildwood with fear in my eyes, sweat on my face, and a slight erection in my pants. About a half-chub.

Sorry about that last thing; just a side-effect of being so nervous.

I knew that I should do the right thing and march right in, head for the Crank-a-kai and confront Damona myself. Fortunately for me, or maybe unfortunately, a number of things kept me from doing so: one, how was I even sure she was there? She could possibly be out in the city looking for boys. Two, was I really prepared for this? I knew what she was capable of, but wasn't at the same time; I hadn't witnessed much of her power outside of that recent short battle with Hanako.

I could always call the girls if I was so scared--certainly, they would understand, but part of me was too worried about them judging me and labeling me as a coward. It was bad enough that Insomni had no filter when telling me what she really thought, and being called a scaredy-cat wasn't what I needed right now.

It took me a moment to notice that my legs had started to guide me into the forest; I had been so busy thinking about why I shouldn't go that I suppose the part of my mind that knew better just took over. Despite only visiting once, I knew exactly where the opening with the Crank-a-kai was; no one was around so it was simple to sneak past the fence. I took a deep breath as I saw the prize machine slowly getting closer to me as I walked towards it. It was now or never--turn around and run home, or face this purple-haired menace like a man.

What was so bad about running, again? It's great exercise, after all!

No, just keep going. You've made it this far. I looked down at the Type-Zero watch on my wrist, and felt a wave of reassurance wash over me; even if they weren't here now, the girls were just a summon away if things got hairy. I stepped in front of the Crank-a-kai and looked at it; of course, nothing happened. It's just an old machine, not a monster.

"Damona?" I asked, raising my voice a bit. "Are you here?"

Silence. I could try again or just go with her not being here.

"Damona!" I called for her, a bit louder this time. "Come on, we need to talk!"

I looked around but didn't see a trace of the Yo-kai. She really must not be here, but then again I doubt she called this clearing her home. Who knows where she sleeps, if she even does.

"You have my medal, idiot. You could have just summoned me." I heard Damona's voice ring out throughout the clearing. I felt my body tense up. "Must you play the hero?"

"Just come out!" I called back in reply. "I'm not summoning you! I don't need help, I need to talk to you!"

"Fine, whatever ..." Damona's voice was much closer to me now; I turned around, seeing her casually floating behind me. She flipped through a magazine with a group of boy scouts on the cover, ignoring my presence. "Do you want something? I'm busy here."

"Oh come on!" I protested. "You've really sunk this low? You're supposed to be an emotionless princess, not a stereotypical shotacon!"

"A what now?" Damona raised an eyebrow, lowering her magazine. "A show-ta-con? Could you speak English, please?"

"You're not supposed to act this obvious about going after boys," I replied bluntly. "Put the book down and let's talk. You can't keep doing this."

"Sure I can," Damona replied, snapping her fingers and making the magazine disappear in a puff of smoke. "It took a lot of work to get my emotions back, so who cares if I let one of them take priority over the others? Would you rather I become enraged twenty-four-seven rather than horny and insatiable?"

"I haven't decided," I replied. "First you come out of this machine naked and covered in the cum of who-knows-what, and now that you're out you keep attacking boys. What the hell's your deal?" I asked.

"I like boys, sherlock." Damona shrugged. "Any more questions, detective?"

"Yeah!" I nodded. "Why do ... you ... I ..." I paused. My mind was full of questions for her just minutes ago.

"You're wondering why I make you so nervous? Or maybe why you keep feeling we've met before?" She asked with a sly grin on her face and an amused look in her eyes.

"Of course we met before, I freed you from the Crank-a-kai!" I replied. When Damona shook her head, I became confused.

"No, no. You were young, so I don't really expect you to remember. Allow me to refresh you." Damona started to snap her fingers, but I was faster: whatever she had planned, I did not intend to suffer alone.

"Show-yourself-Hanako-san!" I yelled the summon so fast that I'm surprised I didn't stutter, having retrieved Hanako's medal from my pocket and shoving it into the watch, turning the crank faster than the watch could respond to. Instead of commanding a summoning pose, the process simply skipped to the long, rainbow road appearing in front of me. I sighed in relief as I watched Hanako spin down the path, pausing at the end and looking over her shoulder with a smile. The rainbow disappeared, and Hanako remained floating in its place.

"Hanako-san!" She announced her arrival, lowering down and floating at my eye-level. She grinned and placed her hands on her sides. "Did you need me already? That was quick."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm weak, whatever! I don't know what she has planned!" I explained in a pleading voice. "Please help me out here!"

"That's without question, of course I'll help you." Hanako nodded. "But she's just floating there." We both looked to Damona, who had her arms crossed over her chest with an annoyed look on her face.

"Are you two quite done?" Damona asked. Hanako and I nodded, and Damona sighed, shaking her head. "Now then, if you're done calling your toilet goblin, I'll explain. Allow me to take you on a little journey ..." Damona stuck out her hands and gave me the cutest, most innocent smile I had ever seen; I knew it had a sinister idea behind it. "Shiny Chaos!" She shouted.

Before I knew what was happening, the world around me turned dim. The forest spun around, making me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach in seconds; Hanako had disappeared, and I could feel a hand on my shoulder. I turned, seeing Damona looking at me with a grin and pointing forward.

"Let's watch!" Damona said. "This should bring everything back to you!"

The darkness in front of me slowly brightened, as if I was watching a movie in a theater. I saw a familiar-looking boy walking through the woods--he looked bored with the nature around him, as if he would rather be anywhere else. In front of him were two adults that I could only see from behind and the boy followed them like a puppy.

"Come on ... let's go." One of the adults, a woman I assumed was the mother, said while looking at the boy. I didn't hear his name. The other adult, a taller man I assumed was the father, turned and smiled at the boy.

"This is nice exercise, isn't it? Way better than playing video games in your room all day?" The father asked. The boy didn't answer, instead groaning in frustration as he followed his parents. Nothing seemed unusual, so I was beginning to question why Damona was making me watch this family hike play out. I felt Damona's finger tap on my shoulder, and I turned to look at her--the look in her eyes was terrifying. A trail of drool ran down her mouth and her eyes were filled with lust as she watched the scene in front of us.

"Here comes my favorite part!" She exclaimed. She frantically pointed at the boy. "Look, look! Over in the bushes!"

I followed her finger, seeing a bush on the side of the path begin to rustle. A pair of eyes peeked out from the inside, but they weren't those of an animal's; they were a bright purple. This was Damona.

Watch out, boy! She's not a nice lady!

As I expected, the rustling in the bush caught the boy's attention, and he stood still to watch it while his parents continued walking, having no idea that their child had stopped. After a moment, a hand stuck out from the bush and motioned the boy towards it. He looked around, seeing no one else, and walked towards it. Either this kid was never taught about stranger danger, or was just so bored that he didn't care.

I know when I was that age, I knew not to jump into strange vans, but I would probably be curious about a hand coming from a bush. As the boy approached the bush, the view of the scene started to change; as if someone was holding a video camera, the 'screen' moved to behind the boy as he walked past the bush. There was a short, floating figure waiting for him on the other side, and the culprit was just as I thought: Damona.

"Hey there, little guy." Damona said to the boy. I turned my head, seeing that the Damona with me looked very excited to watch the scene unfold. She looked down, seeing me facing her and grabbed my head, turning me back around to force my attention to the boy. "What's a cute boy like you doing here?" The other Damona asked the boy. He looked nervous and stared at the ground, staying silent.

"I'm ... uh ... with my mom and dad." The boy replied after a pause that felt like hours. "Do you want to play with me? This place is really boring." He offered to hang out with her? This poor boy had no idea what kind of demon he was talking to. Past Damona's innocent smile turned to a wicked smirk, then right back again when the boy looked at her.

"Well, you see, I'm a grown-up." Past Damona explained. "But for such a cute boy like you, sure I'll play! I even know what we'll do first!"

"Really?" The boy asked. "What's there to do here?" He sounded excited at the idea.

I closed my eyes and turned my head; I didn't want to see what was coming next. Unfortunately, my actions weren't approved by the little monster holding me captive. I heard Damona scoff in disgust before feeling her hands on my cheeks--she forced my head to face forward once more.

"I'm done playing these games with you," The Damona with me said, sounding annoyed. "Open your eyes before I open them for you. If I have to do it, you'll never blink again." I didn't like the sound of that. Back with the scene, past Damona was now floating right in front of the innocent boy, looking him up and down.

"Well, I know a fun game!" Past Damona said with a cheerful demeanor. She reached down and wrapped the belt around her waist, casually tossing it behind her. She grabbed the rims of her kimono over her chest and gave the garment a yank, revealing her breasts to the boy. For a woman of her short stature, one would've expected Damona's chest to be flat as a board. Surprisingly, she had somewhat big breasts -- probably a larger C-cup for her size. Her form was something one would call a "short stack." I didn't want to admit it, but even just her breasts were very nice to look at.

As expected, the boy stared at Damona's breasts as if he were in a trance. He looked at them, then back into her eyes, then down at her breasts once more.

"I-I've never seen real boobs before!" The boy stammered. His face was turning a bright shade of red, and Damona giggled at his reaction. He looked up at her and hesitated before speaking, as if he was afraid of what the answer might be. After a moment, he clenched his fists and held them down--he had decided to say whatever was on his mind but needed to convince himself to do it. "C-Can I-"

"Yes, you can touch them." Damona cut him off. The boy's eyes widened at her answer, and it didn't take him but a moment to reach out and place his small hands on Damona's breasts, squeezing them and sinking his fingers into the flesh. Damona moaned from his touch and closed her eyes. I looked back at my Damona, whose mouth was still dripping a trail of drool, and whose eyes were filled with a look of sheer lust.

"I remember this like it was yesterday ..." My Damona muttered, licking her lips. "You were so ... forceful."

"I can't ... say you're terrible for showing me my first boobs, but--wait! What do you mean, "I" was?!" I asked, now turning completely around to face her. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Are you stupid?" My Damona asked, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow at me. "That boy is you, moron. What did you think, I was showing you what I did yesterday? I said I would bring your memory back, duh!" I looked back at the scene, seeing the boy that I could now clearly identify as my younger self still groping the breasts of past Damona. This little show turned from somewhat unnerving to now downright scary; it was all beginning to come back to me. I had loved the feel of Damona's warm tits in my hands back then, but what came next wasn't great. Not at all.

While the boy, younger me, fondled the past Damona's boobs, Damona took advantage of the distraction and reached for his pants, yanking them down to his ankles. At the age I was, my younger self did not have an erection from seeing Damona's bare chest; curiosity fueled me and nothing more. Despite that, Damona reached down and cupped his crotch and I could see his entire body tense up when Damona squeezed him. With his hands still planted on her breasts, younger me looked at Damona wth confused eyes.

"You're not supposed to touch me there." He said calmly. Why did I sound so collected when telling her this? It sort of bothered me how calm I was back then. "Thanks for letting me touch your boobies, but no one is supposed to touch me under my pants." He stated again. When Damona's hand didn't pull away, he tried to push her - by the breasts, of course - away from him, but she didn't budge in the slightest.

"Hey now, be fair!" Damona teased, using her other hand to waggle a finger at him. "You got to touch my boobs, so it's only fair that I get to ..." Damona paused in her words, and in a flash of darkness, flew around the boy and stopped behind him. "... touch this!" her hand changed position; rather than cupping his crotch, Damona had the boy's cock in her hand and was furiously jerking him off. I looked at him, and although he couldn't see me, our eyes met when he looked away from her: the curious boob-loving boy was now terrified. Despite the speed of Damona's handjob, he clearly wasn't enjoying her service.

"T-This feels weird, so quit it!" He commanded. "I don't care if I see your boobs, stop it now, okay?"

I looked away from the scene and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I saw my Damona ... masturbating. Her hand was hiked up her kimono and a pair of black panties was dangling from her right foot. She looked entranced by watching her past self abuse mine. I sighed and shook my head; I'd rather see this than watch myself get fondled against my will.

"Stop, lady!"

The sound of my younger voice rang through my ears, snapping me back to my senses. I instantly turned back around, seeing that Damona had pushed him down and was starting to climb on top of him. One of her hands was over her pussy, using two fingers to spread herself as she lowered down onto a shivering, quietly sobbing boy. I felt as if I could throw up from watching this now. I couldn't stop it from happening.

Damona was slowly lowering down, getting so close to taking the boy's first time ... but paused just he was about to enter her. Damona hovered above him and moved next to him, looking into his eyes. A wicked smirk crossed her lips, and she held out one hand, snapping her fingers.

The boy's body was surrounded in a dark, purple glow -- he tried to yell as he was lifted off the ground, but no sound came from his mouth. I could see his eyes were red from sobbing, and knowing that I could do nothing to help him--er, help myself--was heartbreaking. I watched as he was lifted above Damona's eye-level, pausing just above her.

Damona had stopped him when his dick was at perfect level with her mouth. She licked her lips and leaned in, taking his entire length easily into her mouth--there wasn't much there to begin with--and bobbed her head as fast as she had moved her hand. Her victim continued to beg her to stop, or I assumed those were his words--her magic had silenced his voice.

"Oh yeah, this part was so hot! I thought I was gonna make you cum here!" I heard Damona's very annoying voice from behind me.

I turned back to present Damona, seeing that she already orgasmed and pulled her hand away from her pussy. Ropes of her own arousal juices connected her fingertips, which might have been hot in any other situation--knowing that she was enjoying watching someone get tortured wasn't arousing in the slightest. I think that even someone into some kind of pretend abuse kink would be uncomfortable with this.

"Are you done?" I asked. "I'm really not enjoying this. All this is doing is making me hate you even more."

"Well, I suppose you do have your memory back now, but I really want to finish this! I bet you don't remember that I took your first time too!" Damona teased. I paused at her words; was Damona really my first time? Did I lose my virginity this early in life? When I turned back to the scene, the sight in front of me was more outright ridiculous than anything: past Damona was on the ground, on her back, with her legs spread wide. Using her power, she guided my younger self who was still floating above the ground, back and forth to thrust his dick inside of her.

"You used your power to magically rape me?" I groaned, looking at a grinning present Damona. The fear had turned to sheer frustration now. This was more like Damona's usual self instead of her trying to be menacing.

"Oh, whatever! You came inside me, so it wasn't all bad, right?" Damona shrugged her shoulders. "Are you traumatized enough? Can I go mwa-ha-ha and call this done?"

"I ... uh ..." I looked back and saw that Damona had my young self hanging upside down while thrusting into her from above. "I don't want to watch more of this, please. I'll already be heading to therapy tomorrow."

"Don't make those plans just yet, human. Your torture hasn't even begun yet!"

Damona and I turned around, seeing an unfamiliar Yo-kai standing behind us. It was a female Yo-kai, taller than both Damona and myself, wearing a long purple kimono, decorated with hot-pink strips and wrapped with a black belt. Her deep, red eye and bright yellow pupil (her other eye was hidden by gray hair) seemed to pierce my gaze not unlike Damona's intimidating glare, and her gray skin looked smooth, despite some of the age-revealing wrinkles on her face. Her breasts, while not massive, were still big in my eyes. Even with just a bit of cleavage showing from the deep collar on her dress, they looked quite fun to fondle.

Her most unique feature, aside from her long, face-covering gray hair which hid her left eye when she allowed it to fall and a bright red flame that looked somewhat like hair accessory, was the long, black horn protruding from her forehead. A wicked smile crossed her lips as she looked Damona and I up and down, studying our bodies. She reached out her right hand, and with a snap of her fingers, my vision went dark once more.

"You think some Yo-kai who got locked up in a capsule could match my power? I can show you torture, human. You might say that I'm quite ... wicked." The woman's voice rang out through the darkness. "My name is Unkaind. I am a Yo-kai from the Wicked Tribe, also known as your worst nightmare." Unkaind explained.

"Un-cain-ed?" I asked as my vision started to restore. "What kind of a name is that?" Once I saw her again, Unkaind's fists were clenched and she had an annoyed expression.

"Unkaind! If I must dumb it down for you, it's pronounced "Un-kind!" Learn it!" She fumed. She pointed at Damona, who looked surprised. "As for you, purple-haired princess ... I believe your time here is complete. Why don't you go back to preying on young human males?"

"Yes ma'am!" Damona replied. She saluted Unkaind and I rolled my eyes; what a suck-up. Damona disappeared in a puff of purple smoke. Unkaind lifted up into the air from her spot on the ground, and started to approach me. She held out her closed hand, and opened it as she hovered in front of me: a green Yo-kai medal depicting Unkaind herself.

"You just threatened me, and you're giving me your medal?" I raised an eyebrow. "What the hell's your deal, lady?"

"I'm giving this to you, yes, but it comes with a contract." Unkaind explained. "I did not lie to you when I told you that your torture has not yet begun. However, I've been watching you, human, and I have taken witness to your sexual prowess among Yo-kai females. It is for this reason that I will allow you to call me; when you do, you are required to service me sexually."

"You're joking." I replied, sounding a bit more blunt than I intended. "So you're going to threaten me, give me an ego-swelling compliment, and now tell me that I'm your sex slave whenever you feel like it?"

"You seem to understand." Unkaind nodded. "I am a Wicked Yo-kai, as I said. When the time comes, if you do not satisfy me, I will ... haunt you, as you humans put it. If your experience with a beautiful woman such as myself isn't of the same quality that you provide to your purple, ghostly Yo-kai or your black-haired, short-statured Yo-kai, I will make sure that you regret it."

"This isn't how it's supposed to go." I said. "You threatened me. Aren't you supposed to be a villain for a while until I reach your secret heart of gold and turn you over to my side?"

"Take the medal or die." Unkaind shot back, grabbing my hand and placing the medal on my palm. "Your test will be sooner than you think, human. I suggest you prepare your body."

With that, she disappeared in the same purple smoke as Damona. I looked down at the Z-medal in my open hand; Unkaind was turned to the side, but her head was turned to face forward. The yellow background of the art was covered in purple flames, and the medal's tribe icon was something I had yet to see: it was a small circle inside of a strange, crescent moon shape. The "Wicked" Tribe, eh? And now I'm the human puppet of one of their women? Did they have other women, and would I be forced to please them too?

What the fuck is going on with my life?!