Right and Might
Right and Might, Pt. 2
RIGHT AND MIGHT, PART TWO
“Tell us about yourself.”
The Bat took a long drag of his cigarette, his burning red eyes gazing at them like twin setting suns as he sat within a pastel-cream-colored hotel lobby. They’d shacked up here for the weekend and had utterly rented every room out to be safe...The Bat had treated them. He was rich. He was powerful. He was deadly.
And yet oddly, when out of his “vigilante” element, he was...sad. Everything about him seemed sad, mournful and solemn, and they knew why. The Bat was a well-known killer of assassins, thugs and the criminal element. He had the blood of thousands of the guilty on his hands...and yet it still bothered him.
“There’s an old saying. The easiest cure for guilt is to not get caught. But the best cure for guilt is to not do anything wrong in the first place, and if you’re conscience is good ‘nuff...you’ll “get” what’s wrong easily.” The Bat said quietly, blowing some smoke through the air. “...I learned that when I was just a little dibbun.”
“Pity not everyone remembers it.” Kale murmured as he leaned back in the plushy red chair he was sitting in, resting his head on his clawed paw/hands. “...I grew up alone, out in the woods. My friends got eaten quickly because they were all herbivores...”
“Unicorns.” Puzzle sighed, shaking his head back and forth. “It was a tragedy. They never caught the monster that did it.”
“Coulda been worse. Coulda been the “Great Eevee Massacre of ’06...” Lillian sighed as she sucked on a red lollipop. “Lost all my neighbors in that. I thought Annie had done it, but she kept insisting she was innocent. Feel bad fer not believin’ her.”
“Wasn’t it a Renamon that did it?” Sandy inquired as he hung his headphones over his neck.
“It’s ALWAYS a Renamon in Aryion.” The Bat chuckled dryly. “Be it Zephyx or Resnya or-”
“Ah, monsieurs? Madam?” A French maid for the hotel inquired, the Pikachu nervously bowing. “Someone, he is at door, says he is seeking Monsieur Bat? Says “password is swordfish”, I believe...”
“Welly-welly-WELL!” The Bat laughed happily, springing from his seat, a whole new man as he strode over to the door, flinging it open with his well-toned, muscular arms, grinning broadly with his fanged maw at the sight before him. He took the person in one clawed hand and led him inside, gesturing at him. “Everyone, I would like you to meet “Conch”!” He exclaimed. “He’s been my childhood friend for...well, EVER!”
Conch was a pretty little boy, sparkling eyes that shimmered in the light, a sea-blue shirt and slightly pale skin with blond hair the color of fresh summer sand. He waved a hand nervously at them, his voice as tender and soothing as the call of a morning dove ringing through the air as the first rays of sunlight danced upon the soft fields of early morn.
“He-hello.”
A heavenly voice...albeit stuttering.
“You two? Friends?” Kale scratched his head. “...I gotta tell ya, I ain’t seein’ how you two could have anythin’ in common.”
“He saved my life once.” The Bat insisted. “From that day on...” He clasped Conch on the back. “We were bosom buddies.”
“Saved y’all life? How?” Lillian inquired, the Gardevoir scratching her head.
Conch cleared his throat, the Bat sitting down in the chair he’d been in before as his friend narrated the tale, vivid imagery springing to their minds as the sounds of the forest rang through the air, the humming buzz of insects, the occasional chirping of birds...
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...the sky was a vivid shade of blue on a soft, warm day, and Mr. Bat, or as he’d been known in the past, Berke the Zubat, was resting his head on his hand, listening to his friends make their usual racist, ignorant, beer-influenced remarks as they sat on a couch underneath an enormous oak tree, a sign labeled “Cephy’s Couch Club” hanging from a thick nail embedded in the tree.
“Hey, hey!” One inebriated female Militank asked, hiccupping slightly as she wiped the drool off her lip and chuckled deeply. “W-wanna know how a human’s been workin’ at a computer?”
“How?” A furry mammalian, brown creature inquired, adjusting his glasses and the straw hat atop his head.
“THERE’S “WHITE-OUT” ON THE SCREEN!” The Militank laughed, waving a beer in the air as her other friend, a Pikachu with goggles atop its head, hiccupped.
“You dumb hypocrites.” Berke snapped angrily, tossing his beer away. He was only 12, he was tired of wasting his time here with these nincompoops. “You MOCK the species that gave your ungrateful existence everything they needed. They made you sentient, they gave you shelter, compassion, love. They reached OUT to you. YOU respond like...THIS!” He hissed, the anthro-esque Zubat standing up and stomping off, the goggle-wearing Pikachu hiccupping again, eyes snapping open.
“Woah, Sparks, ‘bout time! What’s up?” The anthro eevee inquired.
“Rocky? What’re y-wait...oh GOD, don’t’ tell me I’m still in this godforsaken country?!?” He sobbed, running off to get some more beer.
Elsewhere, Berke T. Zubat was making his way through the forest, mumbling angrily as he swore up a storm. It was...it was...SO UNFAIR! His parent’s trainers had never been anything but kind to him and his mom and dad. By capturing them and exposing them to human culture, Pokémon had thus developed sentience of their own. It was in imitating humans and their ways that they became ‘almost human’ themselves. And yet THIS was how they treated human beings?
Worse still was the attitude towards trainers. Was he the only one who cared that these were children they were eating? PRE-TEENS? Like he was?!
Just once. Just once, to have someone stick up for him, to look him in the eyes and say “No matter what, I’m there for you”. That was what the kind of memory he wanted from his childhood.
And a mother. Kind. Loving. Gentle. She’d look like Mary Poppins but without the accent...and longer hair. And a father. Supportive. Wise. Brave. Kevin Costner with more hair.
“Yeah, we’d ALL like to recover memories like that.” He thought out loud. “But all I can remember is dad throwing beer bottles at me and mom hacking up half-chewed food on my head-”
THWOMPA-THUMP.
“Hello, little lunch.”
It was then that he noticed that in his little “mood” he’d walked straight into something big, and powerful...and hungry. Specifically, an enormous dragon.
Oh. Great.
“Oh...HELL.” Berke mumbled. Moments away from his own death and all he felt was indignation. The fins on the dragon’s head fluttered eagerly as it licked its lips, rubbing black-clawed paws together as a thick tail wagged eagerly behind it and it reached out, claws gripping into Berke.
“If you’re good and don’t struggle, I promise to burp out all the air in my stomach so you’ll pass out almost-” It began, golden eyes gazing down upon him.
Then a new voice spoke up.
“You shouldn’t kill him.”
The dragon blinked, turning to look at a small human some distance to his right. He was sitting on a single rock, a gentle light falling across his face as it was filtered through the trees above, appearing positively angelic as he laid his hands in his lap.
“...whuh?” The dragon blinked stupidly, as if stunned. “...what did you say?”
“You shouldn’t...kill him.” The kid repeated calmly. His voice was oddly powerful, it was as if it was the only thing they could hear. As the dragon continued looking at him, a strange expression came over its face as it nodded sagely.
“You’re right.” He admitted. “...but...I’m so incredibly BORED...” He mumbled. “...I know.” He rubbed his chin with his other paw. “My seed has...interesting properties. Why not have some fun?”
“...what’s your idea of fun?” Berke muttered, frowning darkly.
The dragon laid down, belly-up on the grass, the Bat noticing a tight, pink crevice below the lower region of his belly. It rubbed the area slightly, a moan emitting from the beast’s mouth as something whitish-pink emerged from within, slightly slimy in appearance, and quick thick and large, the size of a large log in fact. The bat realized what it was...this thing’s penis was coming out of its sheathe.
The bat blinked, the dragon smirking seductively at him as it raised Berke up to its mouth and removed his pants quickly, swirling his balls in his mouth, the Bat letting out a deep moan. It licked his groin, the dragon's wet tongue brushing on his genitals, feeling, embarrassingly, absolutely incredible. Eventually the bat let out a loud cry, a burst of seed splurging out as the dragon licked him off, enjoying the taste.
Then, ever-so-gently, it lowered the bat towards its cock, the bat’s feet fitting in loosely and with no challenge at all. He could see the cock begin to slide him down in with gravity, ever so slowly. Once his legs were inside like a potato sack, the bat’s groin began to rub inside the tubular tunnel of the Dragon's cock, its urethra feeling incredibly enjoyable against his fur due to the buildup of saliva like slime. On top of that, the bat’s genitals and legs were slightly covered by dragon's saliva, which made it feel even nicer! Soon the head of the cock suctioned in Berke’s stomach and arms, becoming tighter and tighter the farther he went. His entire body was being taken, now he was up to his shoulders, only his head poking out.
The dragon looked down at your head and smiled tenderly, putting a single claw to the bat’s head, pushing him in all the way as the bat gulped down into the shaft.
Mercifully, Berke felt safe and very content with his fate as he slide further and further down into the shaft, eventually the sack of dragon. He now lay within huge, squishy pinkish-white balls, which were filled to his knees with white, sticky, globby, goo. Moments later the area around you pulsates and shrinks and grows with great force, hearing the dragon gasping heavily as the cum began to rise. The bat felt a gentle massaging motion from outside and realized the dragon was massaging its sack, hearing its voice.
“Just relax.” It cooed. “I promise you, when I want to, I can be very, very kind. Once I’m finished, you’ll have a part of another being within you...you’ll help give another being a new chance at life. Please, don’t be afraid.”
The cum rose higher...higher...a gentle, tickling, tingling sensation rising around his fur...
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... “After that I woke up outside the dragon...like this.” The bat pointed at himself. “Conch kept the thing from eating me alive. If it had, I would have ended up as part of somebody else, most likely, the way I’m containing several beings right now.”
“What KIND of beings?” Lillian inquired, looking fascinated, eyes wide as dinner plates.
“Well, there’s one vampire bat, several humans, a lion, a wolf, a smaller dragon and one, um...er...” He blushed. “...mumble-mumble...”
“What? Speak up, man.” Sandy insisted, raising an eyebrow.
“...a care bear.” “WOOP! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Kale laughed hysterically, covering his face as his legs pinwheeled in the air. “A CARE BEAR?! Oh, GEEZ, man!”
“That’s HYSTERICAL, brah.” Sandy chuckled.
“Ouuuuch.” Puzzle sighed.
Lillian smiled inwardly. She thought it was CUTE.
“You really don’t wanna know how Io caught that thing.” Conch insisted.
A stiffening of bodies. Eyes widening. Gasps.
“...Io? Ionic Arkane? The Dragon Lord? H-He’s one of the ‘Pillars’ we need to...deal with.” Kale managed to mumble out.
Lillian groaned, shaking her head back and forth as she held her arms over her head. “Not HIM! He’s ridiculously powerful AND popular!”
“He watched my Reality Show.” Sanders, aka “S&M” murmured nervously, chewing his lip. “...sent me a gift basket.”
“I know.” Conch spoke sadly. “...he’s one of the good ones. We shouldn’t delight in the idea of his death.” The human said as he sat on a nearby couch, the others nervously looking around at each other. “There’s eleven “Pillars” left. We get rid of them all, and the Lazarus Field will be erected. Those who died from any kind of Vore will be able to return to life whenever they please. If we explain this to Io...he’ll understand.”
“If YOU explain it to Io, he’ll understand.” The Bat said, taking another long drag of his cigarette as he stood up to get his jacket. “Conch’s voice here is like sweet, sweet music.”
“Is he “magical”?” Lillian asked as they headed outside of the hotel, piling into The Bat’s enormous white van (which had a fake license plate) as she looked deep, deep, deep into his eyes...his hypnotizing eyes...
“No, he’s pure ideal. He’s not a spirit, not a ghost, not a physical being. He can’t be harmed in any way. But he can’t HARM anybody either. Can’t touch anything. So his voice is his greatest help.” The Bat explained. “Unlike me. My voice when I’m workin’ sounds like Humphrey Bogart after drinkin’ acid.”
“How come? Your normal voice is fine.” Lillian inquired, scratching her head. “Why pretend ta be something you ain’t?”
“...I ask others that often before I pull the trigger. Their answer has yet to satisfy me.” The Bat mumbled softly as he turned the engine on. “Next stop...Zhutan.”
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...Ionic Arkane had not changed much...at least, not PHYSICALLY...with age. Now 300 years old and with many eons to go, he’d matured, true, but he’d not gotten fatter or bigger or uglier or anything. No. But his appearance was different, a difference caused by a change in attitude.
He lay reclined on an enormous couch, arms folded as he stared up at a Sun Disk that rotated slowly above the enormous home he had, a former temple, a church, really. He blinked his golden eyes with each turn of the Sun Disk, turning his head to glance at the many artifacts lining up the walls, much of them all devoted to Meshta.
“Meshta Chooses the Majee...” An enormous “macro”, a giant gorilla remarked as he headed inside the main hall, some children being brought in a glass container, all nervously clinging to each other as the gorilla looked the nearest painting over. “Who’s Meshta?”
“God of the Savaristraism religion. He handed down the 12 Laws of Love to live by.” Ionic explained calmly. “...who’re the children?”
“Housewarming gift for your new home!” George insisted, putting the container down. “I have to ask, what does priest taste like.”
“...priest?” Ionic asked.
“Yes, you had a bit of priest. They don’t commit sins of the fresh, so I bet they were pretty fresh.”
“Awful lot of fat, mostly where they sat.” Ionic said stonily. “...ah-HEM!” He whistled sharply, a serpentine creature slithering in, bowing deeply. “Now then “Sue”, fetch this fine pillar of our community my “strongest ale”.” He insisted.
Suylain’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, her wings folded tightly to her back as the large-breasted white-scaled naga bowed deeply, slithering off, urging George to follow her as Ionic clambered over to the container, opening the top and lifting the little tykes out. He held them tenderly in his paws as he leaned back on the couch, holding them to his chest as he caressed them as carefully as he could. There were four of them...all with similar...physical characteristics...
“...are you related?” He found himself asking.
“...yes.” A 10-year-old brown-haired girl admitted, her brothers and sister nodding. “All brothers and sisters, s-sir.”
“What’s your name, little ones?” He asked gently, speaking tenderly to them as he continued to stroke their heads, careful not to crush them, but keeping a firm grip all the same.
“...Maggie.”
“Andy.”
“Kenny.”
“Jennifer.”
“Those are very nice names.” He said. “My name’s Ionic Arkane. Do you know who I am?” He asked of them as Andy nodded his curly brown hair.
“I’ve...seen you on the news n’ stuff...you’re one of the Richest men in Aryion.”
“Indeed.” He sat up slightly, sighing as he closed his eyes. “...do you know what I’m going to do to you?” He asked softly. “I don’t want you happy with a lie.”
“We know.” Kenny mumbled, tugging down his hat over his face. “...that big ape ate all the rest of our class...we’re the only ones left, but he told us you were gonna be the ones eating us.” The pre-teen murmured.
“We’ve seen this sort of thing all the time, living where we are.” The fifteen-year-old Jennifer insisted, absentmindedly tugging on her ponytail. “We live in one of the poorer districts where...IT’S allowed...so...”
“...if it’s of any consolation...this won’t hurt.” He said as he tenderly eased his cock up to face their direction. “And once it’s done, you will never feel any sorrow ever again as you become my little soldiers, little ones.” He tenderly kissed the top of each of their heads, smiling softly. “There will be no pain or suffering in my balls.”
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...I had my paws move to ease their legs in, one after another. Luckily for me, little Maggie and Andy went down easy, slurped in together to fill my triple sack.
But Kenny and Jennifer would need an individual swallow for each. As with all my victims, the initial swallow was always the best, and this was no different. My member pulled on little Jennifer’s feet, sucking them into the swollen length easily, spurting a bit of warm precum into her body, helping to make her passage much easier for both of us. She had straightened her legs out, this was helpful as well, and the next fleshy undulation of my member brought her further in as I thrust forward a bit with a squelching, “TWHICK” noise, my cock relaxing as she slid in all the deeper.
Pull, thrust, swallow, pull, thrust and swallow. Trust me, it feels wonderful, but if the prey struggles, it’s preferable to let gravity do your work whilst your paws work on keeping your victim comforted. I know, I know. “Why bother”? Simple...it means so much to them. It’s the least they deserve before...
...so young. They were so young, I thought as I could feel her pre-pubescent breasts at my length's opening, the her little “raisins” squishing gently into the gaping urethral hole and into my shaft. I gave her a tender pat on the head, smiling tenderly before the tip closed up around her face, her hair slurping down into my shaft.
This was where the tricky part came in. The boy, Kenny. I admit, I’m...somewhat...homophobic. It feels...weird...doing this to men. Especially YOUNG men. Especially BOYS. But if I didn’t hurry, then the others would be digested into my cum before he was, and that wouldn’t feel right, to have them leave this world without their big brother.
Kenny’s little tosies felt quite enjoyable slipping in, and his knees went in swiftly. Soon his chest was gliding into my enormous flare as it hungrily drooled precum down his chest and shoulders.
I could see he was blushing. Oh geez. He was getting turned ON by it. Okay, don’t feel weird about it, don’t feel weird. There went his shoulders...now my massive flare took his head in slowly, like a crown, until it closed up around his little head. I laid down on the couch, waiting. I waited, the little ones struggling slightly. It was understandably wet and probably smelled of male musk...but eventually they got comfortable enough and I massaged my sack, cooing tenderly as their air began to be absorbed by the walls of the massive gland that they were stuck inside.
“Go to sleep...go to sleeeeeep...go to sleep little baby...” I sang quietly, caressing my sack some more before, at long last, they faded into sleep. In a few minutes, their bodies would be painlessly digested away into spooge, a deep sloshing sound from within my balls indicating they’d left this world.
My assistant slithered in, bowing her hooded head. “He’s conked out like a light, sir.” She insisted.
“I will FUCK him. Do you hear me? I will FUCK him. I will RUIN him. Like nobody has ever fucked him!” I snarled coldly. “I want him worse than dead. Get the oven ready. I want to make sure he’s ALIVE for this...” I growled, marching over to the kitchen and getting out my spices from a cupboard on the wall in a room that had once been used for only cooking vegan meals. Now I used it for...harsher things. The only people I allowed to stay in my residence for over half a day were those who would serve me...or those who would be served TO me. And I was in the mood tomorrow morning for a tasty slow-roasted gorilla macro in a tasty cracker-crumb-cover, with a fine serving of gravy for his...nibblets.
...I’m probably gonna go to Hell for the life I’ve lived, this is not fantasy...real people have died to ensure my sex has remained prominent and powerful...but at least I can take the cowards of the world like George with me.
As I debate what wine to have with him, I think of that boy from the forest all those years ago, and that little bat. He’s all grown up now...he’s doing protective/vigilante work. I’m proud of him, in a strange, sick way...he’s something of a son.
...I hope one day I can meet him again.
I’d just like to see him...one last time...that would be nice.
...yes. That would be nice.
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... they stood outside the door to her room, the Bat kissing her hand. "Thank you very much for dinner." she said and he smiled back at her. “I had no idea you were such a good vegan cook.”
“Well, with my unique body make-up, it means an unusual blend of desires, but I don’t eat meat...when I’m DRINKIN’.” He laughed, wine on his and Lillian’s breath. “Would you wish to come back inside for, perhaps, yet another fine nightcap?” He wondered out loud.
She blushed a little, slightly inebriated already. “S-sure!” She giggled out, heading back inside his hotel room as she sat on the plushy waterbed, The Bat going to his little fridge. “C-can I ask you something though? I know it might sound...weird.”
“My dear, I adore weird.”
“Do you ever...drink blood?”
“Wouldn’t your blood be “aloe”?” The Bat mused, chuckling slightly as he walked back over to her with a glass of white wine mixed with some tomato juice.
“You charmer.” She laughed, whacking his shoulder as they sipped their drinks, the Gardevoir putting one arm around his shoulder as she hiccupped. “Y’know, you’re the swellest guy I ever met, I tell ya what.” She insisted, her Southern accent reaching dangerous “Hillbilly” levels.
“I think we might be a bit too drunk...” The Bat hiccupped out.
“Now Batty, I am not as think as you drunk I am-”
THWUMPH. She hit the bed, giggling madly as he laid down next to her, smiling and leaning in, the two giving each other a sweet kiss.
SMMMK.
“...mmm.” He murmured.
“MMM.” She repeated.
SMMMMMMK.
“...you taste good.” She admitted.
Well. One thing was quickly leading to another. He licked softly at the swell of her breasts and she moaned then let out a slight “YIPE” as she felt his fangs gently scrape her skin around her neck, some greenish fluid lingering on his lips.
“Yum!” He announced, licking her blood off. “Tastes just like aloe water.”
“Ooh, do it again...” She whispered out, his paws caressing her thighs as he sank to his knees and licked up and down her body. She whimpered and bit her lip at the incredible sensations as he ever-so-tenderly between her thighs. "WOOOOAAAHH...ohhhhh..."
He held her thighs and lapped deeply as she huffed and panted. "Nhhhh...huhhhhh...huhhhnnnhhh...oh, baby...”
Soon he had slipped his tongue between her cunny lips and slid in deeply, so deeply she couldn’t resist. She came hard, her femcum flowed over his face as he lapped it up hungrily.
“That was...that was amazin’, honey...” She whispered as he unzipped his pants and his shaft came into view.
“...oh!” She blinked. “...my.” her eyes glittering with delight, she took the long thin shaft in her hands and stroked him slowly. She began to suck it tenderly, enjoying its taste and texture, the cock dribbling pre into her eager mouth as he stroked his paws on top of her head and panted.
“Y-You’re v-very good...oh, VERY...OHHHH!” He couldn’t hold it in, he he cried out as he came, her ears rang with his shout as she eagerly gulped down his hot creamy seed, licking him clean with him still VERY hard...
She leaned onto the bed and dug her hands into the sheets, moaning deeply as he slowly pressed his length into her sex. "Ohhh...oh, YEAH, hotshot, don’t stop!" she panted as he ran his paws over her chest and sides.
"Well, I AM taking requests..." He chuckled slightly, burping a bit as he slid into her fully and she cooed softly. He pulled back and thrust in slowly, pulled out, thrust in, the bed creaking as they made love, their thrusts slowly speeding up.
Lillian gasped out as she felt her sex begin to ripple, and she suddenly came hard under him. This drove him wild as he roared happily, hissing loudly as his shaft shot hot cum into her sex, the two flopping to the bed as he wrapped his winged arms around her, murring in delight as they drifted into sleep... “Scientifically, this is UNACCEPTABLE.” Puzzle muttered as he listened in from the next room, dressed in a tight leather outfit.“I mean, REALLY!”
“It’s a starlit night...romance is in the air...” Kale defended, smoking a cigarette as he sat in the bed with Puzzle, Sanders poking out from under the covers, removing the last of the chains from the bed.
“Yeah, and I’m glad we all experimented, really, but...let’s never do this again.” He insisted, taking the red ball out of his mouth.
“AGREED.” The guys all insisted.