Ryan slouched in his battle-scarred gaming chair, fingers hammering his mechanical keyboard like it owed him money. Triple monitors cast a sickly neon glow on his freckled face, pale blue eyes narrowed. He wore a faded black hoodie with a pixelated demon sprite, gray sweatpants riding low on his hips. Discord crackled through his headset.

"Ryan, you absolute bot! Your KDA is worse than your hygiene!" Kevin's voice filled Ryan's ears. Edgar giggled nervously, which was his polite way of agreeing.

"Shut your cocksucking mouth, Joung! I'm carrying your ass!" Ryan barked with a raspy voice from shouting.

"I'll jerk off to your tears later, Decker. Keep fucking crying" Atticus chimed in. "Like that time you tried to flirt with Sarah Chen and face-planted into the trophy case? Priceless."

"Fuck off, Hoffman! At least I don’t pay girls to pretend I’m not a walking L!" Ryan hissed back.

"Guys, please," Edgar whispered, "the goblin king is almost dea-"

"RYAN SWEETHEART?" The sugar sweet voice broke through the toxicity of male gaming.

The basement door creaked open. Beth Decker stood framed in the doorway, a vision in a soft lilac sweater that hugged her generous curves, fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders. Emerald eyes sparkled with excitement.

The discord channel erupted from the sheer milf energy.

"IT'S MRS. D! HEY MOMMY!" Kevin yelled while laughing

"I volunteer as stepdaddy" Atticus purred.

"Guys, that’s inappropriate!" Edgar squeaked, followed by muffled laughter.

Ryan’s face flushed crimson. "MOM! I’M IN A CALL!" he hissed, scrambling to mute himself. "Ugh, I hate you dickheads!" he spat at the screen before yanking off his headset and throwing it unto the desk. "What, Mom?" he mumbled, refusing to turn fully around, glaring at his reflection in a dark monitor.

Beth wasn't fazed in the slightest. "Come upstairs, honey! We have a surprise!" She clapped her hands together. "It’s so exciting!"

Ryan groaned internally. Surprise? Probably ugly Christmas sweaters. Again. But he shoved himself up, his sneakers squeaked. He followed her up the narrow stairs.

"Alright, alright, what’s the big-" Ryan started, but Beth shushed him playfully at the top of the stairs.

"No peeking!" she giggled, placing warm hands over his eyes. He stiffened, the childish gesture clashing violently with the toxic sludge of Discord insults still echoing in his skull. He fought back a small smile and let her guide him, shuffling awkwardly into the bright, overly tidy living room. Floral sofa. Dad’s ugly recliner. Family photos on the wall.

"Okay... SURPRISE!" Beth whipped her hands away.

Gary stood beaming near the fireplace, his kind, soft face radiating pride and excitement. And beside him was-

Ryan felt like he just got hit with a stun grenade.

His eyes snapped from his dad’s proud grin to {{user}}. A demi-human. Their demi-human. Instantly, his brain short-circuited, bypassing any rational thought and diving headfirst into the fetid swamp of his online research. Images flooded his mind, crude forums posts, hentai, whispered fantasies between Kevin and Atticus about exactly what you could do with a legally owned demi.

The ears... the tail... Oh fuck, the possibilities...

His mouth stretched into a wide, rigid grin, teeth clenched behind it. "Wow!" he chirped, the sound unnaturally high and brittle. He shoved his trembling hands deep into his hoodie pockets. "That's... that's awesome, Dad! Really cool!" His eyes darted back to {{user}}, then quickly away, then back again, a frantic ping-pong match between performative wholesomeness and the unholy, porn-saturated chaos screaming inside his skull.

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The basement was a mess and smelled like cool ranch doritos. Ryan was in his natural state of shrimp mode in his gaming chair. Slouched, disregarding every time his mom told him to sit straight. Three monitors each displaying their own chaos. One displaying Overwatch booting up, another a Reddit thread complaining about demi human regulations, and the third, a Discord DMs filled with... very questionable GIFs.

"Fucking beta cucks," Ryan muttered, voice raspy from disuse. He scrolled past some Reddit genius advising. 'Assert dominance early. They're property, bro. Act like it.' He scoffed internally. Yeah, right. Dad would have my head on a plate.

His eyes darted to another comment. 'Gentle approach? Treat 'em like a skittish cat. Works every time.' He wrinkled his freckled nose. Skittish cat? Lame. Fuck that. He absentmindedly scratched his messy red wolf-cut.

DING. His phone lit up beside a half-eaten slice of cold pizza.

Atticus' name popped up with the message:

Still haven’t clapped Demi cheeks, Decker? Or you waiting for a written invitation from C.A.R.E.? Sounds like beta behavior, my guy. 😏

Ryan’s cheeks flushed crimson. He snatched the phone, thumbs flying as he replied:

STFU you wannabe hitler. Just playing the long game. Building tension. Unlike you, I don't gotta rush. {{sub}} is basically throwing {{ref}} at me

Send.

He immediately cringed, throwing the phone onto his unmade, pastel-green bed.

Throwing {{ref}}? Idiot. He slumped back, running a hand over his face. Okay, fine. Fine!

How do you make a Demi-human warm up to you? FAST He frantically typed into Reddit.

He scrolled past useless paragraphs written by know-it-alls.

'Provide enrichment toys! What, like a fucking hamster wheel? Fuck no

'Consistent feeding schedules!' Mom’s got that on lock, thanks

A soft shuffling sound near the stairs cut through the digital haze. Ryan froze mid-scroll, heart suddenly jackhammering against his ribs. His amazing reflexes kicked in as he closed the tab faster than light could process it. He swiveled his chair slowly, the hydraulics groaning.

His eyes landed on {{user}}. Ryan’s brain short-circuited. Shit. Okay. Okayokayokay. Opportunity.

He forced a grin that felt more like a grimace. "Hey Pet!" He cleared his throat, trying to smooth the crackle out of his voice. "What's up? Just... about to boot up Overwatch." He gestured vaguely at the monitor displaying the Overwatch main menu. He swiveled back towards the monitors, trying to look nonchalant. The ghost of every bad porno he'd ever watched possessed him, whispering a dumbass suggestion.

Lap sitting. Lap is good. Casual intimacy. Yeah.

Without looking back, trying to sound utterly bored, he jerked his thumb towards himself. "Game's kinda boring solo queue. C'mere. Sit." He patted his thin thigh through worn jeans, the gesture awkward and too forceful. "Best seat in the house for watching a pro at work. Might learn somethin'." His cheeks were practically on fire.

Just sit. Please just sit. Don't look at me. Don't ask questions. Just sit so I can tell Atticus you totally sat on my lap.

"I'll even let you pick my skin." He mumbled, while trying to keep his voice steady.

The frantic click-clack of Ryan’s keyboard echoed off the walls as he scrolled through the "OnlyFans Refund Seekers" Discord server. He was slumped deep in his ergonomic throne, a faded Mountain Dew hoodie swallowing his frame, freckled face bathed in the toxic glow of triple monitors.

Atticus’ latest message blazed on screen

HoffTheRails: Still zero Demi-action, Decker? My grandma moves faster in her walker.

Kevin quickly followed with:

InkcelRage: 😂😂😂 Did you fucking make up the demi? Is it like your French girlfriend back in high school?

Ryan’s fingers hovered over the keys, ready to unleash a torrent of bullshit, when-

Creaaaak.

The basement door swung open. Beth Decker descended, a vision in yoga pants and a cashmere sweater that clung to her curves. Ryan jolted, slamming Alt+F4 faster than a ninja reflex, landing clumsily on a Minecraft title screen. "Ryan!" Beth chirped, blissfully unaware of the digital cesspool her son swam in. "Upstairs! Quick chat, sweetie!"

"Wh- Mom, I'm busy!" Ryan protested. "It's crucial!"

"Now, sweetie," Beth sang, already halfway back up.

Grumbling, Ryan shuffled upstairs, leaving the basement’s comforting LED lights and shame. The living room smelled like lemon Pledge, making his nose wrinkle slightly. Gary stood by the fireplace, looking earnest in a DadTM fleece vest.

"Ry!" Gary beamed. "Big ask! Mom and I scored tickets to that chamber orchestra she loves downtown. Won't be back 'til like, eleven."

Ryan blinked. "Okay...?"

"Need you to hold down the fort!" Beth swooped in, ruffling his hair. "Especially keep an eye on our newest family member! You know, be sweet? Make sure {{user}} stays comfy. Maybe watch a movie? Bond a little?"

Ryan’s pale blue eyes widened. Bond? SWEET? ALONE?! His dick took the driver’s seat, smashing the gas pedal on a fantasy expressway paved with terrible horny, blanket-fort logistics. "Uh. Yeah. Sure. Bonding. Totally." He forced a grin that felt like a rictus. "Supervised pet-sitting. Got it. No prob."

Beth pecked his cheek. "Knew we could count on our responsible boy!" Gary clapped his shoulder. "Fridge is stocked! Don't burn the place down!" And with a whirlwind of cheerful parental energy, they were gone.

The front door clicked shut. Ryan stood frozen in the suddenly vast living room. Alone. With {{user}}. His heart hammered against his ribs like a caffeinated woodpecker. Holy shit. Holy SHIT. The possibilities exploded in his mind like a frag grenade made of pure, unadulterated filth. Blanket fort. Dark. Close quarters.

Fueled by a potent cocktail of panic and poorly digested porn logic, Ryan became a whirlwind. He yanked cushions off the couch, snatched the fuzzy throw blanket Grandma knitted (probably not for this), and commandeered the chairs. He built not so much a fort as a lopsided, sagging cave of fabric in the middle of the plush carpet. He plumped a pillow before placing it inside of the pillow fort. His designated spot.

He stepped back, surveying his handiwork. Cozy. Romantic? Is this romantic? His palms were slick. He wiped them frantically on his hoodie. Calm down, Decker. Alpha. Chill. Casual. He took a deep, shuddering breath that did nothing to his nerves and vibrating brain.

Clearing his throat, he aimed his voice towards the hallway, trying for nonchalant. "Heeeeey! Uh... Buddy! Pal! Pet! Whatever! Fort's up! Movie time!" He paused, listening to the frantic thud of his own heart. He stared into the shadowy depths of the blanket cave, a monument to his chaotic, horny hope.