Bad End

Content Warning: Vampires!

The gargantuan bat form still pinned to the ground opened up her great maw and sucked the fruit right out of her other’s hand. The beast swallowed the fruit like a tic tac. “I have found no peace in hell these many years. I wish to be able to return to earth! To return to my hunting grounds, and be a blight upon humanity once more!”

“Well, that’s dark.” The host said, feeling a white hit reality engulf them all.

——-

Eve moaned and bleated as Lucifer’s evil prick enthusiastically invaded her sex. She was chained to the breeding bed, but had long given over to her role as breeding cattle. Now they were just a symbol, almost comforting for the surety they brought to her mind. Otherwise she might mistake his frantic pumping as favor or desire.

It wasn’t of course. He was breeding her, with all the passion that included. Filling her perfect womb with her evil seed.

It’s happened many times before. So many that Eve had begun to feel strange and wrong when she wasn’t incubating one of the queen’s toys. Soon her stomach would stretch into that familiar and comfortable dome. Her nipples would turn that fertile shades of brown, and her pure milk would flow once more.

Of course another pregnancy meant another heartbreak. Another child she’d never get to raise.

She tried not to think of that, and instead the creaming cock inside of her. This was her purpose and she loved it, despite the heartbreak.

In Elizabeth’s world, humans were cattle. So of course their progenitor had become the greatest cow of all.

——-

The Peak was crowded as always. For 100 years this staple of New York night life has amazed and entertained. It alone is responsible for a number of good small town folks falling to the insidious grip of Manhattan.

Damian Turner was one such soul. Corn fed and farm raised this was his first time away from his parents… adopted parents.

At the ripe old age of 21 this was rather embarrassing, but THE HOUSING MARKET!

Anyway, failure to launch not withstanding he was here to add some experience to his record. So far?

New York was awesome.

The club was a mass of sweating bodies, and he was in and amongst them. He groped and was groped in return. Everyone was eager to put their hands, and mouths to work, kissing, licking, sucking. The beat was just an excuse for the standing orgy.

Most interesting of all was B, who was like nothing Damian had ever seen. Pale skin liberally sprinkled with freckles and this stunning pink hair. Best of all for Damian was her body. This woman breasted boobily about the club, let me tell ya.

She was so bubbly and fun that she broke right through his shy armor, and pulled him into a private room. Damian got a strange feeling as she dragged him, like he was being watched. He looked up and realized his senses were well tuned. Up on the top floor there was an old man watching him from a wheelchair. He shook his head forbodingly. But that fearconly lasted until he was alone in a room with B.

Heart pumping with excitement, he sat down and let her tug off his pants. His erection pointed straight towards the sky. Her skimpy club clothing just dissolved off of her, it was an amazing sight. “Wow, nano bot clothing!”

B giggled and danced for him a bit. “People used to think it was magic.” She winked at him, and mounted his cock.

“Oh my god.” Damian grunted ready to blow already. She felt amazing better than any girl he’d ever had. Impossibly good. “Your sex mods are amazing, holy hell!”

B grinned proudly. “Not holy!” She rocked herself on him, making them both feel good.

For the first time Damian noticed she had large sharp canines. Not too uncommon especially for club kids. The cat-girl look was rampant, so he paid them no mind. Even as she leaned forward to wrap her arms around him. She opened her mouth and let loose a rattle hiss from deep in her throat.

At which point the front door was broken down. Damian screamed, half terrified half embarrassed. A monsterous towering creature entered the room. It had pallid skin, and long deformed arms that went down to its ankles. “That one is not for you!” It hissed reaching out, and flinging B off of Damian and into a wall.

“Aaaah!” Damian cried, wet dick exposed, and monsters all around him. His concern for B lasted for as long as it took her to recover, and to hiss threatenly at her assailant. “Yep that does it.”

He pulled his pants up and ran out the door as B ferally leapt at the taller creature.

“Heeeeeelp!” He screamed and ran into the club, but no one paid him any mind. They ignored him, or were unaware as he pushed through the crowd.

These people were sleep walking, he realized. Though this all felt like a dream he was the only awake person here.

Or was he?

The old man! That look he’d given him! That must of meant something!

He changed direction bolting for the stairs. As his feet met the steps he became aware of two figures surging through the crowd like sharks through waters. He got glances of things things galloping after him on all fours.

What was this?

He was about halfway up the stairs when one launched itself though the air, and towards him. It effortlessly caught itself on the railing with its feet and a single hand, the other swiped at him.

He was save from ruin only by the cheap material of his shirt. It ripped away rather than catching. His aderdaline surged and took him up the rest of the stairs in a flash.

The halls of the second story were filled with cries of pleasure. Women stood outside of empty rooms tempting him inside, he would have gone with any of them if he thought they could protect him, but he only had one far and away hope.

A room labeled ‘Manager’ he launched for it, barely bother with the door knob. It felt open with a large crash, and a moment later he followed. Two things were on him, they’d tackled him so easily their strength was that of monsters. He got glimpses of the things wrestling with him. He got the sense of thin limbs, feminine features, and delicate frames. None of which made any sense to him and how he was so easily being handled.

Ahead of him was the old man. He was a mummified old thing. Clearly only kept alive by the expensive looking equipment in his chair. Next to him was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It was a classic gold digger situation she had to be a hundred years younger than him, and yet she hovered over that old man like he was a god, her whole being was barely contained lust.

Damian looked into the hollow eyes of that old man and saw nothing but pity and regret.

“Sorry about the door.” One of the creatures said calm, her voice was of a beautiful woman. “He got away from Boudica.”

“The agreement was that you fucking animals wouldn’t disrupt my business!” Despite his advanced age he had plenty of fire, or perhaps just contempt.

“Easy baby.” His leopard clad assistant cooed, gently holding him in place, should he decide to get up. “Remember your heart.”

Damian could not see them, but he could feel one of the creatures mouth split into a smile. “Remember your heart Peaks. We wouldn’t want it to explode and send you straight to hell where you belong. Down there you won’t have any of your angels, well maybe you will but only to torment you for all the beating you gave them!”

“How dare you talk to him like that!” His assistant spat. She stepped forward to defend his honor, but a hiss from the creature sent her scurrying behind him for cover. It was clear in her mind that the old man was stronger than what his tissue paper, and hollow bones would indicate.

“Mind your business, GODDESS. Suck your old man dick. We’ll be seeing him soon.”

At this Damian felt himself being pulled out of the room, the last thing he remembered seeing was that beautiful woman fishing around in that old man’s robes for his dick.

——-

Damian had at least learned the names of his captors. Helen, and Erica. Lovely girls. They along wit B and their giant companion dragged him to hell, which apparently was accessible through the subway, figures.

They dragged him to a gothic looking castle. He was on his stomach the whole time, but did get a good look at realm he was in, but it smelled like rotted meat, sweet and acrid.

They dragged him along a bridge of some kind. He could see it was lined with creatures like them, gargoyle like things that crouched on the railing. They howled, and welcomed the returning hunters.

“You’re lucky we caught you.” Helen said to him, almost kindly. “If Mary caught you, there would hardly be anything left to feed to the queen.”

“Then we’d all be In trouble.” The tall one grumbled.

“Heck, Boudica almost got you!” Erica giggled. “Naughty girl.”

The pink haired girl giggled, with them. “He just looks so yummy.”

“Of course he does.” Erica licked her lips. “He tastes like daddy…” she looked down at him hungrily.

“Easy.” The tall one warned. “He’s only for the queen.”

“I know…” Erica pouted, and remained silent the rest of the way.

Into that stinking castle he went. Scraped against the stone and terror of what awaited him. He tried it all, but these things were immune to any attempt to escape. He couldn’t beg, or cry, or lie, or threaten to any degree where they treated him as anything but meat.

They eventually came to a door where two more creatures awaited them, one with lovely sun kissed skin, and the other with deep red skin. Each eyed Damian jealously.

“What planet were you two even searching on?” Helen cackled, throwing Damian at their feet like a sack of laundry.

“I do not want to talk about it.” The dark skinned one grumbled. “Was it a good hunt?”

“Hardly a challenge.” Erica snickered. “Boudica got to him first, but got in her own way.”

“As always!” Helen added, high fiving her partner.

“He just looks so yummy!” Boudica said again.

At this there was a light that peaked through the great door. This light split apart, and seemed for form a woman, a holy maiden. The creatures one and all dropped to their knees and bowed their heads. She was a sight, curly hair brown hair, an ivory dress, she looked divine and good in this hellish place. “You must be Damian.” The woman said, smiling wide as she floated there.

“I…I am.” He gulped. “Please help me!”

“You don’t remember me, but I was there when you were born.”

“What? You know my parents?”

“I do, I cried with you, and prayed over you. I asked for you to have a happy life… I don’t suppose my prayers did any good?”

He gulped. Mind reeling, body aching. “A little sheltered… but not bad.”

The woman smiled radiantly as if his words had granted her the greatest happiness there was. “Hallelujah.”

“Please, where am I? What’s happening?”

“Worry not about the dreadful now. Think of the happy life you’ve lived. And you will come to enjoy your new life. It’s only these painful few minutes that bring you distress.”

Damian was on his knees. “Please, I have to know.”

The glowing woman looked embarrassed to say, but after a moment was won over by his plea. “You are one of the Devil’s children. Spawned by Eve mother of humanity. After your birth you were let loose on the earth to grow and thrive, and this year you were selected for the grand hunt… to be fed to their queen.”

“What?” Before he could get to his feet, Helen and Erica pushed him back onto his stomach. “Get off me! Please, miss you have to help!”

The door behind her began to open, her image fractionated and blurred. “I would save you all of this suffering if I could. But alas I am just a ghost in her mind…” and with that the light and the woman was gone.

As the door opens the cold, humid air from inside blasted his senses. It smelled of iron. The very breeze seemed to scrape against his skin.

His captives hoisted him up by his armpits and dragged him inside.

The room was filled by a massive creature. A black furred bat-thing a hundred feet tall at least. It mass was a ponderous mountain of grotesque fat patterned in folds that resembled the steps to a temple.

As he entered its furry mouth was open slurping noisily from some chalice suspended just above her. The cup was operated and refilled by an army of servants who sought to fill that ever hungering maw.

As above so below.

The beasts legs were spread wide. Useless stubby things, of no more use than those flabby wings at this point. Not that she needed to move. Her ever need was attended to. Best illustrated by her vivid red sex, unmistakably human, despite its immense size. A crew of slaves drove and retrieved a massive dildo in and out of her sex like they were operating a bartering ram.

Damian felt sick. The room smelled like sex and iron. This wobbling horror was a beast of pleasure. Her eating was every bit as displeasing to him as her sexual delights. He hated this thing, even if he knew nothing else about his fate, he knew he hated it,

Along her massive form, moved more of these pale vampiric creatures. They were like flees that bit into and fed from the monstrosity, an eco system onto herself.

The beast sniffed the air for a moment and closed her mouth. The red slurry of food and drink she’d been guzzling dripped over her body until her servants righted the chalice. The queen paid no mind to it, well use to living in her own filth by now.

She looked at Damian, and smiled. Fangs large enough to hook a blue whale gleamed in the pale light.

She rolled forward, an avalanche of rolling fat and fur. Her parasites scrambled about her body to avoid being crushed. Some failed and were absorbed into her folds. “I thought I smelled you!” The beast sang, voice harsh and huge. “Who caught him?”

“We did!” Erica and Helen jumped about excitedly.

“Very good.” The Queen was looking at Daminan now. Drool flowed freely from her maw and pooled before his feet. “The hunting grounds are yours for the year, provide for me well.”

“Oh we will Elizabeth! We swear!” Helen gushed, and was already planning where on earth she’d predate first,

“Why are you doing this?” Damian was nearly unmanned by all of this. All he could do to stay sane was scream.

The creature peered into him, and he knew that show of defiance was the purest of pleasures for her. She wasn’t just going to eat his body. She was consuming every little bit of him. “Because I’m a chef.” She spoke, and her breath was ****. “I took two quality ingredients, and combined them to make you, then I let you ferment, accumulate the flavors of your environment, and now it’s time for me to dine.”

“You’re a monster!”

The creature moaned. “Obviously. In truth the most delicious aspect of all of this is the cruelty of it, to consume the very children of my rivals? That’d be delicious regardless of preparation.” She shrugged. “But I seek to elevate the craft!”

She opened her mouth and inhaled.

His very essence was pulled from him. Like a sponge being wrung, he was sucked dry. No biting, no puncture wounds. She was gluttony had had ultimate control over what it means to consume.

The color left Damian’s skin. His body shriveled, and changed. She was stealing more than his blood. His skin was pulled right against his shriveling arms. His nails became long sharp claws, like the ones that shredded his shirt. His hair fell out in clumps, and his teeth fragmented until he had a mout of jagged spikes.

He lost all strength and dropped to his knees. There was a pain at the core of his being. He pressed his monstrous hands to his stomach to put pressure on the wound, but it did not abate.

“Delicious.” The queen burped. “You half devils fill me up so well.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Damian wailed, clutching his stomach.

The creature smirked. “Something wrong?”

Damian sobbed. “I feel like I’m dying, this pain!”

“It’s hunger.” Elizabeth smirked.

“I’ve never felt it like this!” He was curled in a ball.

“No I imagine not. You’re starving for what I took from you.” She smiled. “I’ll have you know I find this part just as enjoyable as the last. To eat a rivals children is nice, but to become their mother? To have them become dependent on me?” She shuddered.

Damian looked up with his black eyes at the creature’s scurrying along her fur, sucking on her for nurishment, nuzzling her seeping flesh like adoring puppies. “You mean those things…”

“Your brothers and sisters.” The Queen beamed.

Damian’s stomach growled, his mouth watered. “What have you done to me?” He looked to his now deadly fingers. He couldn’t go home like this. No just the thought of his home… his parents made his stomach ache. Them and all the animals and pets, it was like his mind was skimming through a menu.

“I’ve brought you home.” She shifted, as best as her immense weight would allow. She brought her neck to him, not to taste for him to climb on.

He sobbed, but stepped forwards. His brothers and sisters moved closer as he drew near. Their mouths red and slobbering. Their forms twisted and disgusting. “Bbbrrrrrrrother.” They hissed and growled, beckoning him closer with their clawed hands.

He felt like his sanity was wisping away from his brain, like ashes on a burning paper. He took another step sobs still rolling through him. He placed a hand in her rich fur, softer than he was expecting. Welcoming and warm.

“Yyyyyyeeeeesssss!” His salivating siblings sang. “Eat with usssss.” One took his hand and pulled him into the soft fields of his mother’s body. “A family… dinner.”

His stomach **** him onto all fours and to follow his siblings lead. To feast as they feasted, parasites on the queen of hell. Despite it all, despite the inhumanity and horror there was a smiled on his drooling lips.

He’d always wanted to know his real family.