"If you come up here..." I said slowly. "...then there's no going back."
She didn't think twice. She accepted my hand and we slowly climbed the tree.
TOM HAGEN PRESENTS
AN OTWD FORUM PRODUCTION
I opened the hatch to reveal a small, but cosy room inside The Treehouse of Horror. The walls were covered with red paint - because it's the color of blood... and danger.
"Geez, that's so cheesy, dad" his Daughter interrupted him.
"It's not" said TKA in stern voice. "I wanted it to look extreme. That was the place where I used to give myself a litte..." he trailed off.
"Yuck!"Theresa wandered around the treehouse. There were posters of Kenny and Gavin Hammon all over the place; there was also a clothes hanger in the corner with a complete Kenny costume. There were also different tools on the walls - a hammer, a monkey wrench, a crowbar... but there were two objects that caught Theresa's interest in particular; the first one was a partially built boat in the middle of the room. There was a name, "URBAN", painted on its side.
"Kenny loved boats" I said quietly. "If only those fuckers from Savannah didn't steal it..."
Theresa threw me a sympathetic look.
"I know the feeling" she touched my arm. "Believe me"
She then turned around and pointed her hand at a life-sized pig doll in another corner of the room.
"Pig doll?" the Daughter asked carefully."Yeah" I said. "Before Season 2 started, Telltale released some other game. I don't know if you know it, Theresa, but it was called The Wolf Among Us"
She perked up. "I sure do! Gavin Hammon lent his voice for several characters! I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
I smiled. "So... you do know that there was a character named Colin in there?" Theresa nodded her head.
"Well... when that scene in Bigby's apartment played out, I felt like I wanted to do one thing..." I paused for a moment, but Theresa got closer to me; it encouraged me to go on.
"...I wanted his bacon so fucking much" I whispered. "So I bought that pig doll, brought it here and mounted it every day until the final episode came out" I said.
Theresa's eyes went wide and she grinned. "Oh my, TKA... you're a bad boy! I like bad boys!"
TKA's Daughter got up from the chair. She put a hand to her mouth and ran away.
"Where the hell are you going?" asked TKA, surprised.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" he heard her muffled voice. She got into the bathroom and locked the door. She knelt before the porcelain god and threw up.
TKA stood by the door. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
His daughter wiped her mouth with a cloth. "No." she began. "I'm wondering whether I was switched in hospital after birth, because there's no way my parents were such goddamn perverts!" she cried out.
TKA hit the door with his fist. "The fourth commandment states, 'Honor your father and your mother'!" he angirly responded.
He heard his Daughter's voice through the bathroom door. "Yeah, I honor my father who used to fuck a pig when he was young!"
TKA looked down. Maybe he was a bit too harsh. "Not a pig..." he said quietly. "Just a doll."
"Yeah, it makes me feel better, thank you!"
TKA regained his confidence. "That's your fault. I wouldn't tell you this story if you and your boyfriend didn't try to see a movie about weird fetishes. Doesn't feel like fun now, eh?"
There
was no response from behind the door.
"Well then" TKA smiled a little. "Let me finish the story then"
"NO!" was all he heard."But know what" said Theresa with a smug smile. "We're not going to use the pig, am I right?"
I nodded slowly and pointed towards the Kenny costume and then back at her. She looked a bit surprised at first, but then she understood. She remembered what I said earlier. "I love Kenny".
"Oh, you're a VERY bad boy" she trailed her fingers over my face, stopping by my lips. I first kissed, and then sucked at them a litte.
"Alright, dad, you win, just stop this now...""I'm going to be your Kenny..." started Theresa. She went to the hanger and began to put the Kenny costume on.
"Yes" I whispered. "Please, punish me, Kenny." She wore the grey beard over her face
"Oh, I will..." she responded, walking over towards me.
And then, without warning, she grabbed and threw me over the unfinished boat. I landed on my back. My vision was a bit blurred, but I sensed that she tied my wrists and ankles to the boat and proceeded to tear my clothes off.
"Oh my god, I think I'm going to throw up again!"But when she finally ripped off my pants...
"Oh good lord!" Theresa said, covering her face. "I can't believe you're so small!"
"HEY!" I raised my voice. "Don't ruin the moment!" I said. I got defensive, but that's because her words were true...
And, once again, TKA heard the sound of throwing up behind the door."Oh, my dear TKA" she said. "We'll work this out. I want you so bad..." she almost moaned. "...but we need to make problem a lot bigger and...
throbbing... than it is now..."
She picked up the crowbar from the wall. She licked it, moans of pleasure escaping her lips. She then pointed it towards me, touching my face with the cold steel. It felt good... she put the crowbar against my mouth and I licked it with my toungue too.
"Ueeeeeehh..."She then slowly trailed the crowbard down to my chest. If I wasn't excited by now, then I damn straight was now. She then lightly hit me with it. It hurt a little, but it was a good kind of hurt.
"You were a naughty boy, TKA..." she said.
"Yes!" I gasped. "Yes, I was!"
She trailed my skin with the crowbar, lower and lower...
"And I'm going to punish you... hard" Theresa almost growled.
She touched my manhood with the crowbar. She raised the tool from my body, and then, in one swift motion...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed. Before I could say anything else, she hit me once again. And again. And again...
"Dad, please--"I was hurt. I almost felt like dying... but I didn't complain, because Kenny punished me.
Theresa ripped the fake beard off her face.
"Now he's a lot bigger, right?" she said with a smile. She sat on top of me, straddling me. And then... I did feel pain, but it was... pleasurable experience. It was the night when my screams were probably heard throughout the entire neighbourhood... but it was also the night when I discovered - thanks to your mother - that I had a thing for old, beared, fictional man named Kenny. That's how I discovered my fetish.
The bathroom door opened suddenly. TKA's Daughter was pale.
"So that's what my parents did?" she asked incredulously. She was still weak from all the throwing up. "My mother pretended to be an old hairy fuck torturing my father?"
TKA grinned. "Every time"
His Daugher groaned. "Even when I was conceived?" She immediately regretted asking this question.
"Especially then" responded TKA.
There was a moment of silence.
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked. "And don't tell me it's because of the Fifty Shades bullshit."
"What did I say about swearing?" TKA turned serious again. After a while, he sighed. "Yeah, I wanted you to realize that you should be carefull what you wish for. But I also wanted you to know that your mother was a really cool person. That's how I honor her memory" he trailed off.
His Daughter couldn't be mad at him now. "Dad, it's been almost five years since she died. You can't stop cancer, you know that"
TKA shook his head. "She was the person I could share my problems with... and she understood my fetish. I didn't want to have anyone else since she died. They'd think I'm a freak."
Suddenly, his Daughter realized something. "Dad... I don't think you told me this story because of your fetishes. I don't even think you did it because of my mom"
TKA stared at her. "What are you talking about? Didn't you see the title of this fic? My fetish is the point" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, that's what you were thinking. And now I'm not sure that's what you really wanted. The fetishes don't matter, they never did!" she exclaimed. "Almost a minute ago, you said about a person who you could share your problems with. My mother wasn't the only person whom you trusted. There was also your Teacher, remember? I think that's the point of your story. You need someone, and you need this Teacher. If you're asking for my blessing..." she sighed. "...then I'm okay with it."
TKA was still slighly shocked. "I told you this story about my fetish... or fetishes... only to realize that, in the end, they don't matter at all?" he asked. "And that I want my old Teacher to be with me - even though she was not in the center of this story?" He paused. "This is such total fucking bullshit."
"No" his Daughter pressed. "Don't care about the story. Don't care about my mother. Hell, don't care about the fetish. Now go see your old Teacher. Do it!" she almost pushed him out of the door.
******
TKA took a cab to her apartment. Well, to tell the truth, he wasn't sure whether she still lived here. He paid the taxi driver and walked to the door. He pressed the button on the intercom, waiting for the response.
Minutes passed... nothing.
He decided to go back home when he noticed her running from behind the corner. She was running, just like he imagined her when he was in school. Even though she was a lot older now, she still looked perfect.
The teacher stopped nearby and opened the bottle of water she had with her. While she was drinking, she spilled some of it over her face. The water drops trailed her neck, down to her big breasts...
TKA stared at her with mouth wide open.
The Teacher noticed him after a while, observing her. She recognized him immediately.
"TKA!" she said with a smile.
TKA slowly raised his hand and waved over to her, a big smile appearing on his face.THE END