Getting The Fuck Out

Bliss. That's the only word that could describe what I was currently experiencing. I was sitting in a large meadow, surrounded by flowers. Just sitting there, watching the clouds float by, completely content with everything. It's as if the whole world is just at peace with its inhabitants and they were all just following suit. I was knocked out of my slight daze as a small Pichu ran up to me and plopped itself down on my lap.

"Hey little guy", I said, scratching behind its ears, "shouldn't you be with your mother, she's probably worried about you." The small electric mouse opened its mouth to reply, but when it did an uncharacteristically deep, gruff voice came out.

"Riku, wake the fuck up and bring me my damn dinner!"

My eyes shot open and I saw the familiar cabinets and plain white walls of my master's kitchen. Fucking figures, just another damn daydream.

"Homora, where the fuck is my damn food!?"

I sighed and yelled, "Coming master!".

I dashed over to the oven and pulled it open and grabbed the whole chicken that is my masters dinner from it and ran to the dining room with it, careful not to drop it in fear of being punished. I sat the tray down in front of my master, an extremely fat, horrible excuse for a man, and bowed to him.

"Little shit." he growled out,"You've been here long enough to know that I shouldn't have to tell you to bring it out."

He then punched me as hard as he could in the jaw and I had to fight back a yelp of pain. I just gritted my teeth and said, "Yes master, my apologies, it won't happen again.

"It damn well better not." he growled at me,"You may now eat."

I bowed to him again and said,"Yes, thank you master.", before dashing back to the kitchen. On the way I passed Hades, my masters pet Houndoom, and he quietly growled at me before going back to sleep. I quickly slipped into the kitchen and walked over to the small jar on the counter labeled "Slave" and took two pieces of bread from it before replacing the lid. I then began slowly eating the bread, trying to make it last since its all I'll get for at least twelve hours.

My name is Riku Homora and I'm an extremely odd Lucario morph. Instead of the normal blue and yellow fur pattern my whole body is covered in black fur and my eyes were a deep blood red. I'm currently 16 with a height of 5 feet, which is extremely short for someone my age and especially a Lucario, which normally are at least 5, 8 by my age. The stunted growth comes from a severe lack of proper nutrition for ten years. When I was six the asshole I currently call master broke into my family's house and killed my parents and kidnapped me, forcing me to be his slave. So every day for ten years he's beaten and starved me and forced me to do anything he told me. Granted it isn't that much different than what I had going for me at home. My parents had always beaten me just because I looked different than I should, but at least there I got three meals a day and an actual bed to sleep in. Here all I have is four slices of bread and a can of beans a day and a hard mattress in an attic. I don't even get to choose my own clothes, all he allows me to wear is an ugly as hell bright yellow track suit. He always says it's a nice contrast from "my horribly ugly black coat of fur".

"Riku, I'm finished with my meal!" my master shouted to me from the dining room.

I quickly shoved the rest of my dinner in my mouth and went to the dining room to get his plate. As I picked up his plate he said, "Oh, and I need you to return here as soon as you've washed that."

I nodded and said, "Yes master." and took his plate to the kitchen. I quickly washed it and went back to him and saw that he had turned his chair to where it was no longer partially under the table, but facing me and out in the middle of the space left to walk between the table and the wall.

"Good, now get over here and get on your knees." he demanded.

I simply did as told, knowing exactly what I was about to do, seeing as he had made me do it almost every day since I turned eight. I got down on my knees and opened my mouth as he dropped his pants to his ankles, revealing his semi hard member.

I was about to wrap my lips around it, but he grabbed my head and said, "No, no, no. Tonight we are going to do something slightly different." I backed up, slightly confused as he whistled and said, "Hades, c'mere boy."

My eyes widened in surprise but I kept silent, knowing all too well what would happen if I questioned what he was doing. As Hades came over I noticed that he was sporting a bright red erection and I immediately knew what was about to happen. My master pet him on the head and said, "Good boy Hades."He then turned to me and said," Now listen up. What's gonna happen is your gonna suck him until he's done and I'm gonna watch it for my own pleasure. Got it?"

I nodded in response as Hades walked over and stood in front of me, my head under him with his erection almost touching my nose.

"You here that, freakboy," he growled in my ear," I get to have a little fun tonight too. Now start suckin."

I wrapped my lips around his canine dick and I almost threw up from the extremely salty and horrible taste. This tastes saltier than a human. Must just be a trait of Pokemon. I mentally facepalmed at that thought and tried to wipe it from my memory. I started bobbing my head back and forth as my master began stroking himself. After a few minutes I felt his release begin to build up, so I sped up, wanting to end this hell as fast as possible. Hades suddenly let out a loud howl as he thrust deep into my throat, causing me to gag slightly, as both he and my master climaxed simultaneously, Hades's sperm being shot into my mouth and my master's being shot onto the hardwood floor of the room. I swallowed all of the seed in my mouth, feeling a disgusting heat as each sticky string slide down my throat.

He removed his member and I went to get up, but I stopped when my master said, "Now where the hell do you think you're going, kid." I looked at him and he said," Look at all this mess in here now. You need to clean it, but unfortunately you can't leave this room until it's done and there aren't any cleaning supplies in here."

He smirked as I got back down on my knees and began licking up the white liquids on the floor. When I stood up, finally done, he and Hades burst out laughing. I just stood there, silent until he finished.

When he was done he said," Alright, get your disgusting freak ass upstairs and clean up, you slut."

I nodded and went upstairs to the second floor and up a small rope ladder at the end of the hall into my attic bedroom. I grabbed another track suit off of the floor and went down to the second level and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sat the spare clothes on the toilet and put the plug in the sink and turned the water on. As the basin began filling I sunk to the floor and started silently crying into my hands. I sat there until the sink was about ¾ of the way full, and I got up and turned the water. I grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap from the shower and began washing myself, with only one thing running through my head: This is hell. My life is hell. When I was done I pulled the plug, causing the sink to start draining, and I began drying myself off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and looked in the mirror and was horrified by my reflection. I had multiple scars from being stabbed while here, a few slightly noticeable cigar burns, and some slight visible bruising around my left eye. But what horrified me the most was that I could clearly see every single one of my ribs. I began praying to Arceus for some way to escape, and after a few minutes it finally came to me.

I know what I have to do. I don't like it but I have to do it, and it has to be tonight. I slowly finished drying off and put my clothes on, then I went up to my room and got under my thin blanket on my mattress and just waited. I periodically glanced out the small circular window at the other end of the attic to see what time it was. When it looked to be about one or two in the morning I got up, ready to put my plan in action. I went downstairs and silently began walking to the master bedroom. I opened the door and saw my master lying in bed asleep. Hmph. Yeah,"master". We're about to see who really has the power here. I stepped into the room and slowly closed the door behind me. Apparently it was louder than I thought because his eyes shot open and fell on me.

"What the hell! Riku, what the fuck are you doing out of bed at this hour? Or more importantly, why the hell are you in my room?"

Instead of answering, I just coated my right hand in an Iron Claw and began walking towards him. He caught a glimpse of my hand as I walked past the window, causing the moonlight to glint off of the sharp metal, and I heard him audibly gulp.

"Riku, I don't know what the hell you think you're going to do with that but you need to leave now." He said, a slight trace of fear in his voice.

I ignored him and continued walking forward, now with a wicked grin on my face.

"Riku, listen to me now, damn it. Put that away and go back to bed." He said, the fear now prominent in his voice.

I just continued walking towards him, the same wicked grin growing even larger. When I reached his bedside I used my left hand to force his head to his pillow and placed the tip of my claw at his throat.

He whimpered in fear and pleaded," No, please, don't do it Riku. I'm sorry for what I've done, I truly am. Just let me go and you can leave here and be free, okay?"

I just glared at him with cold, emotionless eyes and put just enough pressure on his throat to draw blood.

He let out another whimper and said, "No, please. I'll do anything, I'll give you anything. Do you want money? I'll give you money just please let me go." I put a little more pressure on his throat and he said, "No, please, please. I'll do anything, I'll give you anything."

I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "All I want is your head on a fucking plate."

I then thrust the claw into his throat and stood there as the crimson blood poured out of the wounds and onto my hand. After about thirty seconds I slowly pulled my claw out and left the room and began walking down the hall in the dark, blood dripping off of my claw and hand.

I whistled and said,"Cmere Hades, Riku's got a little present for you, you cute little pooch."

In the dark I saw the shape of Hades come up the stairs and move closer to me, and then stop a few steps away.

"Huh? What the hell are you doing up Riku?" he asked. His eyes then fell on my right hand and the trail I left behind me and he stuck his nose in the air, obviously smelling blood.

"What the hell did you do?" He asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

I just laughed and said, "Why don't you come the fuck over here and find out, bitch."

He then stepped back a little and took a running charge at me and leaped in the air to tackle me. I easily sidestepped him and knocked him to the floor on his back and I dropped onto him and laid there with my left arm on his neck and my Iron Claw pointing at the center of his throat. He tried to wriggle free but I kept him pinned, and after a few seconds he stopped squirming and just laid there.

"How the hell can you do this, you're just a scrawny little butler? We made sure to beat all the fight out of you years ago."

I chuckled and said, "Well, you see, I'm simply one hell of a butler."

I then plunged the claw into his throat and stayed there until he stopped twitching. I didn't care about my humanity anymore so I continued with a plan unknown even to me, acting as if I wasn't even the one controlling my own body. I cut Hades head off and put it on the pillow next to my former master's head and took the hellhound's body downstairs and sat it in the entrance hall. I then went and got four steak knives from the kitchen and returned to the body and hung it up, splayed out, right above the front door. I then got a pack of matches from the living room and a few canisters of gasoline from the garage and completely covered the floor of every room except for the master bedroom, the attic, and the entrance hall in gasoline. I then connected them all in the center of the entrance hall and poured a line of gas out the door and down the front steps. I discarded the canisters and lit a match and threw it on the gasoline. I just stood there, laughing, as the whole house went up in flames, along with almost everything in it. After about ten minutes I heard approaching sirens, so I went into the surrounding forest and began walking in a random direction. I had been walking for about ten minutes when the impact of what I did finally registered.

Dear Arceus, I've killed a man.

"No, no, I didn't kill a man," I said aloud," I killed a monster that deserved to die."

This second thought calmed and consoled me until another one hit me: I was lost in a forest I had never been in before and had no idea where the nearest town was.

"Oh well." I said, "Better keep walking I guess, just sitting here won't help accomplish anything." I then continued walking in the random direction, hoping to find any sort of dwelling, human, pokemorph or even pokemon.

Let's go.