The Green Manalishi

FuKouHei: I’m having serious writers block. The original story was nothing like this. Believe me. But I will be posting it and it’s predecessors.


The Green Manalishi: Prologue

6 year-old Malik sat on the coas has he watched cartoons. His older brother, Odion, was still and school and so was his older sister. His twin, Marik, was probably out causing trouble somewhere. His father had promised to be back early when he heard that he was sent home sick.
Malik sighed as he watched Tom, the cat, get massacred by Jerry, the mouse, for the umpteenth time and was instantly bored. He fell back against the couch and sighed.
“Nothing to do,” Malik complained. “I hate being sick.”
He didn’t even see why he sent him home. So he puked during lunch, big deal? That slop they called food could choke a Pl Plus he was a vegan. All they had today was steak sub or bacon and eggs sandwiches left over from breakfast three days ago. No way was he touching that. But he was hungry so after apologizing to the cow he took a bite out of his sub. Then of course, he tossed his cookies.
It was gross beyond belief. Not just going down, but coming up as well. He hardly even swallowed before everything he ate came up within half a breath’s time and splattered out the already dirty floor.
So he was shipped to nurse then he had to walk home since no body could pick him up. They let him walk since they assumed he lived close by. Oh, sure, he did. If you think twenty-eight blocks is close.
Malik looked up at the ceiling and began to count the tiles. Once he noticed there were no tiles on the ceiling he stopped and was going to count the floor tiles but there was that puke green mesh carpet that he simply deplored. Just looking at it wanted him to toss up whatever he ate. A light salad since he’s been home.
The door swung open and Malik’s dad walked in.
“How ya feelin’, Sport?” He asked.
“DADDY!” Malik shouted as he bounded for his father and jumped into his outstretched arms. “You’re finally home! I wared!red!”
“You should be resting, Malik,” Mshtashtar said.
“I’m not sick,” Malik explained. “I just took a bite of a cow and couldn’t stomach it. It was gross.”
“Oh. Well then let’s go in the back and have some fun, hm?” asked Mr. Ishtar smiling at his son.
“Yay!” Malik cheered as he and his father went into the back to get some board games.

Malik cleared out a huge spot on the middle of his bedroom floor as he waited for his dad to return with the board games.
“Look what I’ve got!” Mr. Ishtar smiled holding up a box that read ‘Twister’.
“Yay!” Malik shouted. “Marik and I LOVE that game!”
“I thought so,” Mr. Ishtar said as he spread the mat out on the floor. “Ready to play?”
“Yeah!” Malik answered. He reached into the box and grabbed the spinner. He flicked the plastic arrow then waited for it to stop. “Right hand blue.”
Mr. Ishtar nodded and his right hand on the circle. He reached out with his free hand and spun the spinner. “Left hand red.”
Malik smiled and patted his hand down on the red circle conveniently in front of him. He spun again. “Right leg yellow.”
Mr. Ishtar moved his leg right over Malik’s arm so his rear end was right in his son’s face, causing Malik to be a little uncomfortable. Mr. Ishtar spun again. “Left leg green.”
Malik gulped nervously as he moved his leg over his father’s so his groin rest right on his dad’s thigh causing Malik to moan a bit.

About five minutes later Malik was under his father in the strangest position. His father had his right leg right behind his head so his crotch was stationed right in front of his face. Malik’s left leg was rest on his father’s right and both their hands were all over the place.
Malik breath came a little ragged as he saw something twitch underneath his father’s slacks.
“My pants are biting me,” Mr. Ishtar said as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down so the rested neatly down by his ankles.
Malik’s eyes went wide as he saw his father’s bulge trying to poke through the thin material of his briefs.
“You’re pant’s look to be biting you too,” he said. “Let me take them of for you.”
Mr. Ishtar slowly slid his hand up Malik’s waist. He reached the waist line of the pajama pants then just as slowly pulled them down.
“Dad stop….” Malik began.
“Shush boy.” Mr. Ishtar commanded. He sat himself up straight the pulled off his briefs. He pulled Malik up the shoved his face down towards his crotch. “Now suck, boy!”
“Dad I don’t want to…” Malik cried.
“Suck my cock you fucking bastard!” Mr. Ishtar barked shoving his son closer.
Malik held back tears as he put his father’s large penis in his mouth.
Mr. Ishtar moaned as his son’s warm and moist mouth engulfed his shaft. “Dear Ra……suck harder bastard.”
Malik cried and he did as his father told. He sucked harder and fast and even sliding his tongue around it whenever he was told. When his father released into his mouth he tried to gag and spit it out but fathfather held his lips and nose.
“Swallow it, whore,” Mr. Ishtar spat.
Malik swallowed his father’s cum then held his hand across his mouth.
Mr. Ishtar pulled Malik up and pushed him down to all fours. He ripped off his son’s Simpson boxers then shoved his again fully erect cock into Malik’s small opening.
Malik screamed as his father torn into him with preparing him first. Malik cried harder and louder as his father pumped in and out of him faster and harder hittiis pis prostate each time. It hurt so bad. Blood slid down Malik’s thigh and his father’s penis giving some lubrication.
Malik cried one final time as his father released into him.
Mr. Ishtar got up and told Malik to put his clothes on before he kicked his son severely then left the room.

Malik sobbed quietly to himself as he crawled over to his drawer and pulled on new boxers and pants. He then walked over to his door and locked it sliding against the door crying himself to sleep.

When Marik and Isis got back from Marik’s friend’s house, Mairk immediately ran to his and his brother’s room to check on his brother. Finding it locked he banged on the door.
“Malik, let me in. It’s me, Marik,” Marik whispered.
The door slowly opened and Marik gasped at his brother’s torn up appearance.
“What happened to you?” Marik asked.
“Go to sleep,” Malik said barely above a whisper.
Marik nodded and climbed to the top bunk of the bed he shared with Malik.
“Good night,” Marik said, but he didn’t get a reply.

Malik got up after he knew everyone was asleep and went into the kitchen and got a box of matches. He dragged the soiled Twister mat to his father’s room and placed it over his dad like a blanket. Pulling a match from the box, he stuck it against the side then dropped it onto the mat as he watched it and his father’s blanket’s burn.
Mr. Ishtar jolted awake at the sounds of the fire alarm going off and a sharp burning on his lower body. He nearly fell out of his bed as he noticed he was on fire. He ran to his bedroom door, butwas was locked and the bottom was sealed. Panicked he went to his window and tried to open it but it was super glued shut.
“Help!” Mr. Ishtar shouted. “Somebody help me!”

Odion held what was left of his family as the fire fighters confirmed what they feared.
“I’m sorry,” one of the fire fighters said. “He was completely sealed in the room. We couldn’t get to him in time.”
Odion’s eyes were wide and Isis cried into him and Marik held Malik close to him. Things were certainly screwed up now.
And they would only get worse.

FuKouHei: And the prologue’s done. I liked this way better than the first one. Review please. I update once a week.