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Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

Hey! So I know I have wacky thoughts but when your friend tells you they have ‘three shades of bears’ at their store (and valentine’s bears just aren’t as good as valentine’s triceratops I’m just saying), how was I not supposed to start bursting out laughing as I connected it to a similar title with a Mr. Grey. (Honestly the weird tie in and references I make in this is so stupid lmao)

But we decided to, as mentioned in a previous post, make our own short fictions to this idea and so it was born! @marianasphan has the cuter, softer version, and I have the vaguely horror-smut version of it! Therefore, I hope you enjoy it! It was so stupid but a lot of fun and we’re thinking of doing this every holiday but we’ll see because we’re both dirty procrastinators! Enjoy~!

You can’t breathe. The air is thick was the smell of blood, sweat, and regrets. You claw at your throat, trying to rip open a hole to breathe out of, feeling you windpipe closing up. Oh god. Oh god. You fall to the ground, your body convulsing. Your eyes roll to the top of your head. As the world spins, all you see is the face of the bear mask, its toothy, threadbare smile and button eyes multiplying before the scene cuts to black and you pass out.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You stood before the hidden underground club, Goldilocks, where your dreams were realized through an unknown price. You never thought you would get the chance to appear within fifty miles of the place, let alone inside of it. You were stupid to be doing this, but how could a sheltered pet like you know better? You didn’t understand the cost, nor did you remember your wish. So with a blank mind, you walked up to the guard and the lone door that pulled up to reveal darkness leading into the earth.

“Just go through here, you’ll know what you’re here for when the time comes.”

You stare at the man before the door, which had opened to a stairway that seemed to go down forever, even into the pits of hell. The man had no distinct features and looking at him, you almost forgot what he looked like immediately. You were small, a little intimidated, yet you straightened your back and asked, “what if I miss the signal? What will happen to me?”

The man pushes you foreward so that you have to push your arms out from your sides to catch yourself. You turn to throw a glare at the man but you can’t even see his face anymore, the blinding light twisting his features into shadows. “You’ll know because it’s the cost of being here, and no one gets out without payment.” With that, the door is closed behind you and you have no choice but to go down the stairs. Slowly, one step at a time you descend the stairs. The air grows colder the further down you go, and yet you still start to sweat and feel your body start to burn. For a moment your heart picks up speed, for what if you are leading yourself straight into hell? But it was worth it, selling your soul for all of the wishes in the world, or at least you thought it was. The events leading up to here and what motivated you to come have started to blur in your head.

Suddenly your foot slips and with a horrified gasp, you bounce down the stairs with a screech. When you finally hit solid ground you’re shaking and more than a little bruised. You can feel warm blood fusing into the threads of your pants, dying them a shade you can’t even distinguish in the darkness. The only thing you can see is a thin outline of a bear paw about four feet above your current position on the ground. Wincing, you get up and walk over to it. “What...” Trailing your index finger over the dull light, you pause to catch your breath. Then, with refound determination, you push with all of your might against the cold concrete.

It gives with hardly any resistance and you all but fall forward into a room with deep red lighting and walls formed by heavy, black velvet curtains. There is a table in the middle of the ten by ten room. It’s the only thing in the room. There is no one nor nothing else within the space. You go over and see a bowl of mysterious goop and a note. The note just has the words ‘the cost’ and the bear paw from the door underneath it like a signature. You are, least to say, confused. There’s not a spoon, there’s not explicit instructions either. You walk around the room, pressing against the curtains to see if one opens to something further. They don’t. You have no choice but to walk back over to the table.

Is this the cost? Eating.... What is thing? Porridge? You scrunch up your nose, a little grossed out. Deciding it was the only way forward, you stick your finger into the bowl to scoop some out. Immediately you pull it out, pushing the throbbing digit into your mouth. The top of the porridge was ice cold, but the rest was hot enough that your finger had turned red from the heat. Tears stung at the back of your eyes, when you heard a clicking sound. You turn to see one of the curtains rustling. From behind it, slipped out a figure in a fitting tux. The thing looked like a man in all ways except that instead of a human head was a full stuffed, grey bear head. Its eyes were buttons, the rest of its features shown in faint outline by dark thread. All except it’s small, open mouth that had a full set of human teeth grinning back at you.

With a strangled cry of horror, you lurch back. Your hip smacks the table, sending the bowl clattering to the ground. The creature before you clicks its tongue, as if disappointed, though you saw no tongue, only a movement of shadows in it’s mouth that resembled a snake’s own. It takes a step forward and you match its pace backwards, edging towards the door you came into. You couldn’t think, couldn’t even make words. Instead you let out a primal whine from the back of your throat and kept the smiling monster in your sight at all times. When you were about four paces from the door, it reached the knocked over table. Instead of continuing its advance towards you, it stopped to pick up the bowl. It set the table upright and put the empty bowl down with a small clink.

You didn’t wait for it to finish, instead you had taken the time to turn your back to it and sprint towards the darkness and the steps. Maybe you could just go back. This wasn’t any dream of yours. You didn’t have to pay for something you didn’t get yet, right?

You feel your spirit pick up as you make it past the door frame. Yet you hear a crack moments later before pain splits over your face as you realize your nose had collided with a wall. Panic dulling the pain, you wildly search with your hands for a way out. You feel everywhere for a hallway or hidden corridor, though you knew there had been nothing here but a straight line to the stairs. Your breath hitches, starting to come out in uneven gasps.

The click of heels causes you to turn around and come face to face with the bear-man. His smile the only thing you can see in the dark. It grabs you by the back of the neck and drags you into the room. It throws you down onto the ground. You barely catch yourself with your hands, the concrete biting into the meaty flesh so that your palms split open. Blood from your broken nose leaks into the grey bile on the floor. You turn towards the creature, horrified. It just stares at you before falling onto one knee beside you. You open your mouth to talk, but it grips your hair on the nape of your neck painfully tight before it smashes your cheek into the ground.

Tears are pouring down your cheeks, mixing with the mess you’re now face down in. Damp breath curls around your ear, and you keep your eyes closed tight so you don’t have to stare into those lifeless button eyes. You whimper in terror and pain as it whispers to you. “Eat. It. All. It is your cost.”

You sob as you try to plead with it. “Please. Please. I don’t want this. I don’t want it anymore. Let me go. Let me go home.”

“Your wish was already granted. You made it to our place. Now this is your cost. You are ours now. And no one gets anything without a fee.”

It then used its free hand to start scooping the mixture into your mouth. You tried to spit it out but it just kept shoveling it in. You choked, your gag reflex fighting against the constant push of sludge down your throat. You wanted to cry and scream and curl up into yourself, but there was no respite. You swore that you had swallowed the whole bowl full by now. Chancing it, you saw that it was no longer the man pushing the porridge down your throat but your own hands shoveling dirt into your gaping mouth.

You immediately began coughing and spitting out what you had in your mouth. Vomit seeps out and you heave out stomach bile and undigested dirt until you’re just dry heaving on your hands and knees. You can’t breathe, it feels like you’ve buried yourself alive. The air is thick with the smell of blood and grave dirt. You claw at your throat, trying to rip open a hole to breathe out of, your own throat closing up and filled with things you’d rather not think about. Oh god. Oh god. You fall to the ground, your body convulsing in shock. Your eyes roll to the top of your head. As the world spins, all you see is the face of the bear mask, its threadbare lined smile of human teeth and its button eyes multiplying before the scene cuts to black and you pass out.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Now your eyes slowly open and you find yourself chained to a bed. Your breath hitches as you see the bear man from before. It smiles at you, the mask’s mouth actually pulling back to reveal a second set of teeth pushing out from behind the humanlike set. You tremble in fear as its rusty voice seems to seep into your very mind rather than into your ears. “The first one was too big.” The dark behind it lit up to see a man torn open, his insides eaten so that he was hallow skin besides his bones. You could faintly make out teeth and scratch marks on the ivory pieces. “The second one was too small.” A light on the creature’s other side lit up to reveal a frail woman who had stuffing falling out of her mouth and empty eye sockets. Her stomach was messily sewed together and you could just make out stuffing and visceral organs poking out from the stitching. “But this one? Oh this one is just right.”

It’s mouth opened into a horrifying mimic of a laugh as actual laughter echoed around the room as if the walls themselves were the ones making the noises. You scream and scream, but the laughter just goes up in volume until you can’t even hear your screams in your head. At some point you started laughing too and you can’t tell if the creature is still laughing or if it’s only you now. You can’t even stop as the two corpses fall to the ground, picking themselves up in jerking motions. As they walk out of their spotlights they disappear, only to re-appear next to the creature. They are still fully naked, only now their horrifying faces are replaced by an even more horrifying sight. In the place of their terror stretched flesh is the same bear mask that the first creature wore. Where the creature had a grey bear mask, the man and woman had a black and white one, respectively.

Trembling but unable to move, you start to cry. “What do you want? Why are you doing this?”

“It’s your wish. You wanted this.”

The lights cut out and when they turned back on the three of them had changed. You wanted to jerk away from the figures before you, but their new beauty stilled your body. The grey bear had changed into a man with a devil’s smile and tilted eyes. There were grey smokey circles around his eyes and his hair was slicked back, breaking only for eyes as grey as his hair. The black bear had changed back into the likeness of the torn open man, however he was now whole. He was still naked, but his flesh seemed anointed as dark red oil dripped from painted symbols upon his skin. His hair also sported bear ears and his eyes were ringed by a blackness that looked like actual oil. It dripped down his cheeks, dripping down to mix into the symbols on his chest. The woman was the same as the man, but her white rings seemed more to be made of bone poking out from her skin. Each of them had a gold bear paw under their left eye.

You tremble in fear, only to find you are no longer tied to the bed. You sit up slowly, keeping your eyes on the grey bear before you. “What are you?” It comes out barely above a whisper and the grey demon grins. You can barely see the string of teeth peeking out behind his human-like ones.

“We are the Eldonna. The Eldora. The demons of lust and fulfillment. You asked us to answer your wishes. We are here to deliver.”

It walked forward, the other two circling around to the sides of the bed. Your heart starts to race. “Please. Please... don’t kill me. Please....”

“Kill?” It smiled at you, the demon so resembling the perfect face. Everything about him was beautiful and terrifying. “You didn’t wish to die. You wished for flesh.”

“Flesh?” You were confused. Suddenly the bed dipped as the two monochrome bears leaned into your sides. They rested their heads on your shoulders, their hands slipping under your clothes and caressing the skin beneath. You shiver, feeling frozen. The only thing you can move is your eyes, which fall in line with the demon grinning at you. “What are you going to do?”

It slinks over to you, full of power and seductive confidence. Like a snake, like a vile creature. Still, your body can’t help but react and you feel anticipation building. Your mouth grows dry and you don’t even notice your clothes being stripped by the other two bears, your attention is fully upon the man before you. The lesser demons tilt you backwards until your back presses into the soft blankets upon the bed. Slowly, the grey bear demon crawls on top of you. You bite your lip, transfixed and unable to think.

“You’re unable to escape. You’re unable to refuse. You’re only able to obey and be the perfect body for me.”

You nod, closing your eyes. You feel multiple hands and mouths pressing and teasing your body. Claws slide lightly up your thighs and circle the sensitive areas. Your breath is ragged and when you feel something firm slip inside of you, you open your eyes and let out a gasp. The grey demon just smirks at you, motioning for the other two demons. They push your head back, and take turns attending to your mouth. Your lips start to feel swollen, saliva from all three of you sliding down the side of your cheek. The rocking motion of your body and the tingling pressure builds, causing your vision to narrow and blurr. Through the whole thing, you can’t move your arms, which feel as if they are frozen by your side. You moan into one of the monochrome demon’s mouths, though you can’t keep your eyes open to figure out which. You’re lost in pleasure and the sensation of flesh.

Suddenly the grey demon’s pace picks up and you cry out as your body tightens. You’re begging for it now, wanting it harder, faster, rougher. The incubus complies, digging his clawed hands into your hips. The pain rips through the pleasure but the hold just makes his thrusts that more controlled and mind numbing. You want more. You need more, and he has all the power to comply to your wishes. You drown yourself in all the sensations until all you can see is bright white and black lights swarming your vision. Your body tightens and spasms, your mouth gaping open with soundless moans and grunts. You feel your strength leaving you but the demon isn’t done and he continues his assault of your sensitive flesh. You feel the two sets of teeth nip your flesh, grazing over swollen nipples and goosebump covered skin. You don’t even have the ability to realize it when your body spasms once more before you feel yourself passing out.

“Contract completed, little lost one.” The world slips away, the last thing you see is his beautiful face slipping into the darkness. His smile terrifying and everything you ever wanted.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You wake up paralyzed, unable to move. Shadows dance around you and you continue to hyperventilate. You try to scream but it comes out in quiet whines. Closing your eyes you concentrate, slowly starting to bring yourself out of sleep paralysis by moving your toes. By the time you can sit up the shadows are gone and it feels like you are once again alone. You look around to see the candles you’d set out are completely burnt out, sad little stumps circled by hardened pools of wax. You move to get up and collapse, feeling your limbs shake at the same time you feel a slick wetness from within your underwear. You shudder, feeling a mixture of horror and excitement. You get yourself on your knees and look at the three stuffed bears on the alter. The ritual called for a vessel for each demon you called.

A crazed laugh pulls from the back of your throat as you stare at the monochrome bears before you. You’d only had the one grey bear from childhood so you’d had to go out and buy the other two bears from the store. Alone with only yourself for valentine’s day, you’d decided to mess around with a ritual an online friend had recommended that called your very own holiday surprise. You could wish for anything to happen for the day, though it would only happen in your dreams. Surrounded by red candles, you were to fall asleep with the vessels surrounding your head and the demons would come to grant your wish in return for your energy.

Seeing the state you were in now, you assumed it had worked. A shiver went through your body as you remembered what happened. You hadn’t wished for sex, the ritual didn’t have you specify your wish. The demons were supposed to know what you really wanted most. “Was it all in my head? Was I really just that frustrated?”

You pulled your old stuffed bear to your chest, resting your cheek on the top of its soft head. “Well, at least it had me leave you in one piece. I don’t need my fantasies leading to me tearing apart a childhood memory.” You sigh and close your eyes, smiling at the surreal comedy of getting a sex demon orgy on today of all days. “Wish granted huh? Whatever.” You scoff, slowly getting up. You wanted to take a shower so bad.

As you started to walk through the door frame you felt something sharp, like a claw, trace your cheekbone and run through your hair. A voice so familiar breathes into your ear, causing a pleasurable shiver to run down your spine. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” You spin around but are faced with an empty room. Your heart is racing and your thighs tremble together in memory of what happened in your dreams. You look out the door into the hallway where you can leave this as a memory and continue with your day. Biting your lip, you make your decision. Closing the door behind you, you lay back down and close your eyes. It isn’t long until you’re standing before a similar demon wearing the skin of your favorite plush. His smile everything and nothing you remember it being. His eyes triumphant. “Would you like to make another deal?” You can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you walk over to the demon who trades worries for carnal desires on this holiday of romance and flesh.

May your dreams and desires be fulfilled this holiday. Happy St. Valentine's Day! ~blairxeim

Now (if you haven’t already) you have one more task guys! You need to go check out @marianasphan‘s version of the prompt! I haven’t read it yet but if you want the fluffy college party version that has cute boys in cute bear costumes (so literally a 180 of mine!) and if you wanna reel your freak WAAAYY back in, go check her’s out!

Warning: She has told me her’s will include:

frat boys

cute costumes

indecisiveness

eyebrows

no actual smut cuz I only know how to write fluff

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Edit: Also, here is the next part

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