Ink was hanging around in Inktale, eyes lazily half shut after a long day. He yawned and looked around. 'I could check up on Error,' he thought. The skeleton was always up to something, and Ink usually caught him right before it got out of hand. As Ink opened the AU, he got a sense of dread. 'That's strange,' he thought. Usually it was always uneasy talking to the taller skeleton, but not this much.
He walked into the familiar antivoid and looked at Error, who was staring at some puppet he was playing with, back turned to Ink.
Error had been making puppets, more than usual lately. Mainly of Ink. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the lewd and lustful thoughts of Ink that constantly slid into his unsympathetic mind. He knew Ink was much too innocent and oblivious to want or do anything of the sexual nature with Error, not that he'd want to, anyways. Error just wanted to tear him apart, taste him and fuck him. At this point, in his sadistic and greedy head, he was willing to do it without Ink agreeing.
His eyes widened slightly as there was a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, getting to his feet on instinct. "Hmm? I-I-Ink?" He questioned; looking down at the short, smiling skeleton.
"Heyya, Error." He chirped, rocking back and forwards on his heels.
"Mm," He raised a brow bone, looking his delicious little body up and down. "What do you want?" He asked him. He didn't have his paintbrush drawn.
"Seeing if you were up to no good."
"Pfft, I-I-I-Inky, since w-w-w-when am I ever up to no good?" He asked, sarcastically.
Ink grew flustered. "S-since forever! And don't call me Inky!"
Good. He was distracted, Error thought. Strings snaked out from the floor of the antivoid, lingering around Ink's feet. "Well then, S-S-S-Shorty, I think y-y-you've caught m-me r-r-r-red handed..." He said.
Ink blushed an array of pastel colours. He crossed his arms. "I'm not short."
As he was distracted by the insult, the strings made their way up his legs. He felt a tingling sensation and looked down. He narrowed his eyes.
"Haha. Very funny, Error. Now release me."
Error shook his head. Ink turned his head to the side slightly. The strings spiralled around his legs and wrapped around his pelvis, going up his torso and down his arms. Ink's eyes widened. Error wasn't playing around. He was about to snap his fingers to teleport, when all of a sudden the strings were wrapped around his fingers, forcing them to spread apart, not being able to snap them.
Error grabbed Ink's paintbrush and threw it away from them.
"E-Error, I'm being serious..." He muttered, voice shaky. As Ink said that, Error tightened all the strings, causing his legs to be forced together and his arms stuck at his sides. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor.
"H-Hey! E-Error!" He struggled.
Error stayed silent.
His sadistic desires were being filled out. He undid the strings from Ink's pelvis and lower, so just his top half was tied. His arms were pinned securely at his sides, squeezing tightly, barely room for him to breathe. His fingers were spread apart and Error flipped him over so he was laying on his stomach. Ink began kicking at Error.
"H-h-h-heh, j-just for that, I'm n-n-not gonna be gentle..."
"G-gentle!? Gentle w-with what!?" Ink questioned, although he had a sickening feeling he already knew.
Error grabbed the hem of Ink's pants and slowly pulled them down, slipping them off of his legs and tossing them away from the two. Ink was blushing like mad, a knot in his stomach from knowing what Error was about to force him into.
"P-please, E-Error, I-I don't w-wanna do t-this..." He pleaded, struggling.
Error ignored his pleas and straddled his hips, removing his own pants. He summoned a large, red, eight inch figure.
"Summon something I can fuck."
Ink frantically shook his head.
"N-no! I-I won't!" Ink struggled relentlessly. Error reached under his shirt, and grabbed a rib. He began to bend it.
Ink's eyes widened and he clenched his jaw, whimpering in pain. Error continued to bend it.
"Summon. It." Error said, much more sternly.
Ink squeezed his now teary eye sockets shut tightly. When the bone began to crack; he whimpered and finally gave in. He summoned a pastel coloured butt, blushing profusely.
Error let go of the rib and smirked. "There, g-g-good b-boy~" Error placed both hands on Ink's hips. He positioned Ink's bottom a little higher in the air, and lined up his tip with his opening. He pushed forwards slightly, and rubbed his wet tip against Ink's entrance.
Ink was trembling and shaking. "P-please don't d-do this, E-Error... I-I don't want to..." He begged, tears pouring down his face, SOUL pounding relentlessly in his injured ribcage.
Error inserted himself, thrusting into Ink at a fast, rough pace. Ink inhaled sharply and cried out, white, hot pain filling his body. It hurt so badly. His walls instinctively tightened around the member that was intruding his fragile, small body.
Error pulled out right to the tip, and forced himself back in. He used his hand and pulled Ink onto his cock as he thrusted; causing Ink to take the whole 8 inches inside of him. Ink's eyes widened and his pupils were tiny slits. The absolutely huge figure tore the delicate tissue around his orifice, causing him to bleed. "A-AHH! E-ERROR! S-STOP! PLEASE! IT H-HURTS!" He begged, choking on a couple sobs.
Error found a steady pace, getting off on Ink's pain. Each thrust, he forced the whole cock inside of him, Ink's previously virgin blood lubricating the long figure. Ink cried out, the pain excruciating. He tried to relax. He knew of he relaxed it would hurt less. He took a few breaths, hissing and whimpering as Error pounded him into the floor. He shut his eyes tightly, 'Go to your happy place, Ink!' He thought. He couldn't. His mind wouldn't allow him the bliss of escaping this horrid situation. "P-please s-stop, E-Error! Ahh! It hurts so badly! Stop! PLEASE!" His small body wracked with tears and yelps of pain. Error moaned and shook his head. "N-n-n-no can d-do, I-Inky," Ink was disgusted at how much Error was enjoying this. He turned his head to look at Error, tears streaming down his cheeks and landing on the white ground. He was shaking. He shut his eyes tightly and stopped struggling. He laid there limply, accepting his new role as a cumrag for Error. He sobbed loudly at the pounding pain coming from his backside.
It stayed like that for what seemed like hours, though in reality; was only a few minutes. Inks body was moved with the motions due to momentum.
"F-fuck, I-I'm gonna c-cum..." Error moaned out. Ink's eyes widened. "N-no! PLEASE! Not inside!" Ink cried desperately. He didn't want Error's seed inside of him. Error moaned loudly, and filled Ink's sore insides with the red, thick, creamy liquid. Ink groaned in pain and shut his eyes tight, feeling the warm, unwanted fluid fill up inside of him. He was trembling and sobbing as Error pulled out, blood and cum spilling out of Ink's entrance as he did.
Ink's face was completely flushed in pastel colours, his rainbow tongue was hanging out, dripping with saliva, desperately gasping for breath and panting. He dismissed his ecto-butt and Error dismissed his cock. Error, being exhausted, flopped down beside Ink, also panting.
Ink felt absolutely filthy. Disgusting. He shook his head gently, as if trying to convince himself none of what just happened had happened. That he hadn't been violated. Error was his friend, how could he do this to him? He hiccuped a few times, trying to catch his breath while sobbing wasn't working out well. The worst part was, as he turned his head to shamefully face Error, he could tell Error enjoyed every bit of it.
Error felt no guilt as he pulled out and flopped down beside Ink, he was out of his mind. He cocked a brow bone when he saw Ink staring at him, choking on sobs as colourful tears stream down his cheeks.
"Hmm? Crybaby... All I did was fuck you..." He muttered.
At those words, Ink cried louder. "I-I didn't w-want it!" He exclaimed. Error moved over top of Ink and leaned over him. He undid his binds and sat down. Ink shook. He knew there was no where to run, and he was too tired and hurt to even try. He slowly sat up, whimpering as he placed pressure on his sore, abused pelvis.
Ink felt sick to his stomach. He leaned over and gagged, dry heaves wracking his body as he leaned on the floor, shaking and wincing. "O-oh g-god..." He threw up some paint and wiped his mouth, shaking his head. Error looked at him. He loved Ink, he just wished Ink would love him back. He knew he messed up. Now Ink would never love him. He sighed, now that he was out of his heat, he felt a pang of guilt. He scooted over Ink and rubbed his trembling back. "I..." He started. No apologies in the world could make up for what he'd done.
Ink shivered. "I-I didn't want it..." He whispered out loud, over and over.
Error felt awful. Ink was in pain, terrified. Ink could never see Error the same. He was afraid if he fell asleep Error would rape him again. He threw up once more and fell back. Error pulled him close, putting Ink's pounding head on his chest and stroking his slightly sweaty skull. Ink tried his hardest to stay awake, but his poor body was exhausted. He whimpered and fell asleep, leaning against Error.