The Hellbound Shark (TFTG)

The Hellbound Shark

A TFTG story written for art by All Bad Badgers

UNEDITED

CW:  Unwilling Permanent Change - Implied Non Consent - Pregnancy - Hell - Betrayal - EXCESSIVE SWEARING (Request from Badger) - Forced Obedience

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2 Months Ago

“Beans…” I sigh, dropping the controller I had been holding to my lap as the TV screen flashes up the matches final scores. “How am I THIS bad at this flipping game?”

“Donno.” Badger shrugs as his avatar is escorted onto the winners platform. “Best six out of ten? Double or nothing?”

“Forget it.” I shake my head. “At this rate I’ll owe you more than it would cost to just try and buy a couple tickets from a scalper!”

“Oh come on, you almost won that last match!” Badger begs. “I believe in you! Plus, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. When are you going to get another chance to swim with sharks in a real life fucking aquarium?”

“I get it… But come on dude, this is absurd! I’ve not even come close to TOUCHING your score!” I groan. “I’d give anything for a chance at that event, but at this rate I’ll be spending years paying you back AND I’ll never even get a chance to see the sharks, let alone swim with them!”

Badger chuckles as he sets his own control to the side and picks up the tickets “Ya, okay your right, I’m probably just going to keep kicking your ass at this rate.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence buddy.” I huff. “You're a real pal.”

“So,” He holds up the tickets and waves them in front of me. “How about a new deal? You still pay me back for all the bets you lost, BUT I’ll give you one of the tickets in return for you doing something for me.”

I narrow my eyes as Badger jumps from the couch and hurries to set up a tripod and a camera. “What sort of thing are we talking about here?” I squint further as he lays out a tarp and pushes the coffee table to one side. “It's not filming a porno is it? Because I already told you, I WRITE porn, I don’t act!”

“Tell me about it…” He rolls his eyes, then in a mocking voice adds, “Oooh… I do so enjoy penis! It’s so pleasant to feel in my mouth! Let’s enjoy a bit of oral sex before possingly moving on to something even more… Naughty.”

I flush and cross my arms. “If you wanted a better performance, you should have provided me a script before the audition! I’m not as good on my feet!”

“Anyway, it’s not porn.” Badger says, unlocking a cabinet and withdrawing a vial of some dark red liquid. “I just want to film a… Funny video. Sort of a ‘cinnamon challenge’ kind of thing. All you need to do is let me record you drinking this and your reactions afterwards and you’ll get one of the tickets.”

“Oh god this isn’t bleach is it?” I curl my lip as he hands me the vial and I hold it to the light, seeing rays of crimson shine through. “I swear to god, if I actually DIE from this shit, I’m going to haunt your sorry butt forever!”

“Ah quit your bitching.” Badger rolls his eyes as he turns on the camera. “It's all perfectly safe, you won’t die, promise. Now just stand there, say your name and drink the whole thing in one big gulp!”

Sighing I step onto the tarp, turn to face the camera and put on my best showman's smile. “Hello! My name is Duhad and this is the… I have no idea, cranberry shot challenge?” I look up for directions from Badger, but he just waves for me to continue. “Okay well whatever… Bottoms up!” I uncork the small vial and tilt back my head to shoot the foul smelling concoction as quickly as I can. The taste hits me like a sledgehammer, the iron tang and putrid flavor causing me to gag, almost throwing the whole brew backup before forcing it down again with an effort of will. The sickening swill brings tears to my eyes, but even through them, I notice something odd about Badger’s ceiling. I reach up to clear my vision and feel a sudden unease that has nothing to do with the burning liquid flowing down my throat.

“What’s the matter?” Badger asks from the camera. “You hardly even reacted!”

“Badger…” I cough, pressing a hand to my mouth to avoid a second upswell of bial. “Ugh, grotesque! But, Badger why do you have candles tapped to your ceiling?”

“Oh them?” Badger waves a hand dismissively. “They are just standing in till I can get a proper chandelier.”

“But they just.. Lite themselves.” I say, feeling my knees start to tremble as my body begins heating up. I reach up a hand to feel my heart racing from within my chest as beneath it my soft abes seem to soften further. “And the flames are upside down… And they are connecting!” My jaw drops and I point up with my free hand. “BADGER WHY ARE YOUR CANDLES FORMING A PENTAGRAM!?”

“Funny, I’d probably be more worried about your body right now and not my candles.” Badger remarks as he tilts the camera down. Following his lead I look down and let out a high pitched scream!

My shirt had split open while I was distracted and from beneath it a set of huge red breasts! Not just them, but my whole body had turned a similar shade of inhuman crimson! I cry out in pain and alarm as each of my shoulders suddenly burn bright as a pair of demonic sigils form on my skin, followed shortly after by another on my forehead!

“This is so fucking good!” Badgr cheered, drawing me out of my shock. “Duhad, tell the viewers how this feels!”

“What the hell is going on Badger!” I shout and move to grab at him, but before my hand can cross the circle of flight light shining from from the ceiling it smacks hard against something solid which lets out a low ‘thud’. I stagger back, but after a few steps I hit something else, my now bare back awkwardly pressing into a cool, glass surface.

“Oh right, should have mentioned,” Badger calls, his voice now muffled by the glass. “Demons can’t cross a pentagram normally, but since you're still at least part human, I also prepared a little shark tank for you.” He grins. “Don’t worry, it won’t be needed for long!”

“Shark tank?” I ask, then feel my face suddenly burning as my head reforms. My features stretch and broaden into a thick fish like muzzle before pushing out into a cone like snout. My teeth, pulled by this pressure, creak than crack, splitting into jagged fangs which smooth and flatten into a predatory row of flesh rending sharks teeth. The overwhelming pain and surging power overwhelm my sentences and I in a moment of blinding rage I roar as from my head a blade like fine forces its way out of my hair!

“NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!” Badger shouts and moves the camera forward as I fall against the front of the tank, new heavy breast heaving as they are pressed against the cool surface. “How do you feel about having a tail?”

“Tail?” I growl. “I’ll show you a tail when I get out of this thing!” I smash a fist into the tank's side, but as the impact of the blow runs up my arm and down my body I feel something thick rip its way from my backside, shredding the last remains of my clothes. The powerful tail thrashes about inside of the tank, striking the sides as yet more glowing demon symbols flare to light across its surface. “God damn it!” I roar again, pounding on the glass surface. “How did you even pull off this BS Badger?”

“Oh I could never have pulled all of this off on my own.” Badger laughs as from just behind him a black tear in the fabric of reality opens and something huge, red and shark like steps into the room. “I mean where would I even find demonic sharks blood at this time of year?” He turns as his visitor looms over the glass tube, his predatory smile somehow less intimidating then the MASSIVE thing between his legs!

“Not bad human… I’m impressed.” The demon chuckles, reaching into a bag strapped to his hip. “She’ll do well as our new breeder.”

“WHAT!?” I scream, face flushing as two last symbols suddenly spring to light on my belly and just above my groin respectively. “Badger you sold me to a DEMON!?”

“As promised,” The demonic shark lifts a rectangular black and white concial from the bag. “Your Playstation 5!”

“FOR A FUCKING GAME CONSOLE?!” I scream as from the candles, black tendrils of smoke form into tentacles which slide down, wrapping themselves around my arms and legs, holding me tight. I mash my face into the glass, wincing as two tiny horns poke from my head and my eyes suddenly turn pitch black save for my now scarlet pupils. “Badger you CAN’T do this to me! Look in your heart buddy, you KNOW this is wrong!”

“Oh my god… Your right…” Badger’s shoulders slump as he looks back at me. “I can’t do this…” He turns back to the demon. “She owes me like… A TON of money from a bet we had going on. So like… Can I get her back for one day out of the month to clean up this place in repayment?”

“WHAT!?” I shout in unison with the demon.

“A one day a year, TOPS!” The massive shark growls.

“OR YOU CALL OFF THE DEAL ALL TOGETHER!” I yell.

“How about a couple hours every month?” Badger counter offers. “So the same amount of time over all, but I’ll not have to wait a full year just to have my room straightened up.”

“DUDE!” I curse, but the demon grabs Badger’s hand in a tight grip.

“Deal! I like your spunk kid!”

Badger winks. “Ya and I bet she’s going to LOVE yours!”

I try to say something else, but one of the tentacles forces its way into my mouth and below me the floor opens, revealing the landscape of hell and a huge black castle below. As I am descended helplessly into the pits the demon turns and leaves through the portal as Badger steps up to wave at the vanishing glass prison he had trapped me in.

“See you in a month, April!” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the tickets. “Enjoy being hell’s new egg layer! Oh and next time you come up, I’ll tell you ALL about swimming with the sharks! I get the feeling you’ll be able to do the same…”

I try one last time to say something, but the tentacles hold me fast and before long the portal closes and Badger vanishes from sight...



1 Months Ago

My vision is clouded by a plum of sulfur smoke as all around me the heat from the fires of hell fade, leaving me feeling cold for the first time in a month. I wave a hand to clear the smoke and sigh at the sight of a familiar glass wall. Through it I see an equally familiar camera and a far more familiar face half obscured behind it.

“Hello Badger.” I say, pressing one hand on the glass tank wall. “How the hell have you been?”

“Good!” Badger grins and moves the camera up and down my body. “And how’s hell been to you? I see it's already affected your wardrobe.”

I blush and try once again to close my uniform’s blouse, an attempt that proves no more fruitful than any of the other dozens of times I had tried to get anything to cover up my enormous breasts. “What do you think?” I growl, giving up and simply getting my chest do as it pleases. “Its been fucking hell!”

Badger’s eyes go wide. “Oh… So demons torturing you and dunking you into pools of hot lava?”

I blush slightly and move to cover myself with the hem of my maid skirt, determined not to let Badger see what lay beneath. “W-Well maybe not ‘torture’ per say, but there HAVE been a shit load of hot liquids involved and ALLOT of following orders and being trained in a number of new duties. Super fucked up stuff, you know?”

“I think I get the idea.” Badger smirks. “Is that why you're dripping on my rug?”

“Shit!” I curse and quickly kneel to clean up the white droplets which had fallen to the floor. “I’ll get that right away master!”

“Master?” Badger asks, his smirk growing as he moves the camera to get a better shot of my barely covered rear end. “Is that part of your training or am I just getting special treatment because we are besties?”

“Besties!?” I snarl. “You cocky little prick! Besties don’t sell each other to demons as fuck maids to get a fucking PS5!”

“I know.” Badger sighs, flopping back onto the couch, abandoning the camera for the time being. “I regret it now… I really didn’t think it through at all!”

“Well I’m glad you're at least understanding how fucked up this was.” I snort. “A bit late, but maybe we can still get a trade back from the demons?”

“Oh no I don’t mean about that.” Badger shakes his head with a wistful look. “I mean I should have asked for some games to go with this! I’m basically just playing PS4 games right now after I blew all the money I made from your viral video on fursuits!”

“Of course you did.” I roll my black eyes. “Well can I at least try it out?”

“Donno?” Badger remarks, looking around his cluttered apartment. “Is this place clean yet?”

“You dick.” I sigh and start picking up the detritus. “You're seriously lucky I can’t bite the shit out of the people who summon me from hell, otherwise I’d SERIOUSLY get you back for all of this!”

“Not biting…” Badger smiles as his hand drifts down to rub at a sudden bulge in his pants. “I’ll have to keep that in mind… Still, what’s up with the new attitude? What is it your time of the month or something?”

“Fuck off,” I snap. “Not that it’s any of your business, but NO! In fact, I haven’t HAD my ‘time of the month’ at all since I arrived in hell. I guess it’s just a thing demon’s don’t deal with.”

“Hm…” Badger muses as he watches me bend to dust his shelves with suddenly renewed curiosity. He grabs his camera and flicks it back on before asking, “You’ve been… Intimate with the demons, right?”

“Do you mean, ‘have I been fucking them day and night whenever the litteral horny devils feel like it, which is basically all the time’? Because if so, yes, yes I have been ‘intimate’ with them.” I grumble.

“And they don’t wear condoms in hell, right?” Badger continues, the camera whirring as it zooms in on my ass.

“No, guess they never got the memo about safe sex.” I grunt. “It’s not like STDs can effect demons so who the fuck cares?”

“And you still haven’t had your period?” Badger asks, shifting the camera's focus to my exposed chest. “All month long?”

“No!” I snap and round on him, glaring. “Any more questions dumb ass?”

“Nope!” Badger grins and stands up, placing the camera down in front of the couch. “Want to play some games now? I bet you a blow job you still can’t beat me!”

“Fuck it…” I sigh and drop down next to him, picking up the controller. “Beats spending my one day on Earth a month cleaning up your dirty socks.”



Present

I clench my jaw as the sulfer smoke clears from the glass tank and I look out to see Badger and his stupid camra pointed at me, a big shit eating grin on his dumb fucking face.

“The fuck you looking at dick nuts?” I spit and knock on the glass. “It’s only been a fucking month, what have you got to be so fucking happy about seeing me?”

“Oh I’m just admiring your new glow.” Badger laughs as the glass walls vanish. “Have you changed your diet? New hair cut? Changed your piercings?” He pans the camera down to lock onto my expanded belly. “Oh and did you ever find that PERIOD you were missing last month?”

I blush and fold my arms over my stomach, which serves only to push up my even larger, swollen tits. “Oh ha fucking ha… Yes one of my dick head masters actually managed to put a couple dozen demons inside of me, rather than just spraying my face, ass and everywhere else with gunk I had to clean up! It’s so fucking hilarious, all the pricks have started calling me ‘The Imp Factory’ and ‘The Spunk Recycler’ and sometimes just ‘The Shark Tank’!’

“Oh I get it, cus you're full of sharks!” Badger cackles. “That’s funny! I’ve got to spend more time with your masters, they sound like a blast!”

“In my ass.” I mutter darkly. “Whatever, let’s get to cleaning up this place. At least IT’S not covered in jizz…”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Badger waves his hand as he leads the way to his room. “I already cleaned up before you came over. After all, I only get to see you for a single day every month and it hardly seems right spending it having you clean up or record sexual gaming sessions with me. I want to hear all about what you have been up to in hell!”

“Oh…” I say, blushing and feeling a smile spread over my lips. “Oh Badger that’s… Really nice of you. I honestly… I’ve gotten so used to being everyone's maid, cumdumpster and all around servant, I almost forgot what it was like having someone actually think about me for once…”

Badger opens the door and my smile fades into a frown at the sight of several cameras placed around his bed, already covered in rose petals. He moves to turn on the cameras, pulling off his pants as he does so. “Well I made so much from that gaming stream I figured… Well with the money I COULD be making, I can always just HIRE a maid! And if you're talking about hell during, I can sell this not only as smut, but as evidence of the deeper metaphysical truths of the universe! Double dipping, you know?”

“Hey, you remember when you told me we WOULDN’T be doing porn?” I ask.

“Oh right… How much better at acting have you gotten?”

“NOT MUCH FUCKING BETTER YOU FUCKING CUNT GOBBLING, DICK FUMBLING, ASSHOLE LICKING, CUM GUZZLING SHIT LIPED MOTHER FUCKER!” I bellow before hopping onto the bed and lifting my skirt. “So you better do a FUCKING good job down their if you want it to sell. Dick nuts.”


The Fucking End... For Now... Asshole